#rafe ob

[rafesfavgirl]

little old me — r. cameron

soooooo my deepest, darkest, most impulsive thoughts may have won over with this one. hopefully you like it or at the very least, understand why i wrote it :)

❝ who’s afraid of little old me? you should be. ❞

pairing: bf!rafe x dark!reader

context: rafe comes to realize you’re more like him than he thought.

words: 3k+

warnings: definitely +18. mdni. murder, dark!rafe, psycho!rafe, psycho!reader, jealousy, possessive behavior, p in v sex, unprotected sex, sub!rafe (kind of, but not really), choking, praise kink, cutting, stabbing, blood, violence, blood play (idek if it counts tbh), dark fluff (is that even a thing?), SMUT with fucked up plot… rafe and reader being crazy, basically

you stood by the bar beside your best friend, engaged in conversation about some guy who'd pissed her off today by standing her up on a date, your eyes focused on the scene behind her head, where your boyfriend sat on the couch in the living room, a girl with short brown hair beside him, trying to cling onto his arm.

you feel your grip around your glass tighten, as the girl's hand gets closer and closer to wrapping around rafe's bicep.

"do you know who that girl is?" you cut your best friend off in the middle of her sentence and she snaps her head to what or who you're looking at.

"oh, that's sofia," she tells you, taking a sip of her drink. "she works as a bartender at the club. always flirting with top, kelce, and rafe. why? you jealous?"

heat rises in your chest at the mention of the girl constantly flirting with rafe, but you play it off. "please," a scoff leaves your mouth. "you know he knows better."

you take sip of your drink, and pull out your phone to text rafe.

you: if that sofia girl touches you one more time, i stg i'm dragging her ass across the floor

rafe: chill baby

rafe: you won't

you click your tongue and type away, your best friend watching your every move.

"you good?" she asks.

"mhm," you hum, sending the message.

you: you think i'm kidding?

you: try me, bitch.

you look up to find rafe snickering at your text, which only pisses you off more as he texts you back.

rafe: shut the fuck up, and get over here.

you: fuck no. tell her my drink's empty.

rafe watches as you down the rest of your drink and set the glass down on the bar, before waltzing away and heading outside, throwing him a glare as you do. he rolls his eyes at your antics, but gets up to follow you anyway.

“where the fuck are you going?” he calls after you, trailing closely behind as you cross the front lawn. “you came here with me.”

“i’ll call an uber,” you reply, continuing to walk towards the road. “go back inside and let sofia touch you some more.”

“oh my god,” he groans and catches up to you, grabbing onto your wrist to make you stop and look at him. “will you quit being a brat?”

you tilt your head up at him, fire in your eyes as they lock with his. “and what are you gonna do if i don’t?”

—

a moan slips out of your mouth as your back hits rafe's bedroom door, making it slam shut—thank god, his family had gone to the bahamas—as he kissed you like a man starved.

"still got more to say about sofia?" he says against you, lips trailing down to your neck, and hands trailing up your thighs to hook them around his waist. "jump."

you do as you're told, your legs locking around him and your fingers tangling into his hair, as your lips connected again and rafe's hands trailed up your back—one pressing you against him and one sliding up your hair.

he turns and lets you fall onto the bed with him above you, your legs still locked around him, as he began untying the knot in your shirt. he pushes it off of you, revealing your lacy white bra.

"fuckkk y/n," he groans, hand reaching up to grab at one of your tits.

"you like it baby?" you ask, as he trails wet kisses down your neck and collar bone. "it's new."

"i love it," he says, fingers unclasping it from the front, and lips moving to wrap around your now exposed nipple.

his other hand massages your other boob, finger flicking at your sensitive nub.

you pull him up to attach his lips back to yours. "i want you, rafe. now."

he chuckles against your lips, the vibration turning you on more, the spot between your legs getting wetter. you flip the both of you over so you're straddling him. 

"i like this side of you, doll," he looks up at you with a smirk as you rid yourself of your bra, and he reaches up to grab both your tits. "should make you jealous more often."

"shut up," you say, leaning back down to kiss him, hands entwining into his hair as your hips press down into his.

a groan falls from his mouth as his hands roam over your body, your hard nipples pressing against him.

"need you, pretty girl," he said, hips lifting into yours.

"more than sofia?" you ask, pulling your lips away from his.

"more than anyone," he replies, hands snaking around the front of your waist to unbutton your shorts.

you move to the side so he can tug them off your legs, along with your lacy white thong, while you reach to pull his shirt off his head and he takes off his shorts.

you swing your leg back over him once you're both naked, hovering and grinding your hips above him, slickness coating his dick just enough to tease him.

"doll, come on," he whines, attempting to press you down onto his length.

you place both your hands on his chest and lean down towards his ear. "this'll teach you not to make me jealous."

"y/n…" his voice is much serious now, and you smirk.

"what?" you look at him with innocent eyes, hand trailing down to grab his dick and align it with your center.

you slowly sink down onto him, your body relaxing as he groans.

"so so good," you mewl, hips rocking against his.

he watches you closely, hands moving to grip your hips. he lifts you up slightly and slams you back down, eliciting a moan from your mouth.

"move, pretty girl," he demands, eyes locked on yours as you sit up. "let me see you ride me."

you give in to his words and begin bouncing your ass on him, hands trailing down to his abs to steady yourself. up. down. up. down. up. down.

"just like that, doll," rafe says, hand trailing up your body to wrap around your neck. "you look so pretty riding my cock."

that only makes you pick up the pace, hands moving to rest on his thighs behind you, as your pussy clenches around his length, your orgasm quickly building up in your core. rafe's hands move to grab your tits as you continue, his eyes watching himself slip in and out of you.

"you gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked when you threw your head back in pleasure.

"cum with me, rafe," you moan, your high inching closer and closer.

his fingers pinch at your nipples and that sends you over the edge, your hips slowing down as your high washes over you. rafe follows soon after, thrusts getting sloppier as he comes down.

 you slowly move off to lay beside him, and he reaches out to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull out a small towel. he uses it to clean the spot between your legs before cleaning off himself.

you position yourself under his comforter as he tosses the towel on the ground and joins you.

"remember how good my pussy feels around you next time you let sofia touch you," you say, snuggling into him.

a small chuckles falls from his lips as he wraps an arm around you and places a soft kiss on your forehead. "good night, crazy girl."

—

your eyes shoot open at the sound of rafe’s phone incessantly buzzing on the nightstand, as the sunshine peeked through his bedroom curtains.

making sure not to wake him, you reach over to grab his phone, rage boiling through your veins when you read the notifications on the screen.

3 missed calls from sofia.

sofia: hey, i saw y/n throw a fit and storm off last night. that must be a lot to deal with everyday lol. lmk if you need to blow off some steam ;) xx

“oh, this bitch needs to be put down,” you mutter to yourself, immediately unlocking rafe’s phone—he gave you his passcode months ago without you even asking—and typing away to reply to sofia's message.

rafe: hey sof :) yeah, she's a lot. how 'bout you meet me at tannyhill around 2 today?

you hit send, and the three bubbles appear almost immediately.

god, this bitch was desperate.

sofia: perf, i'll see you then!!

rafe: just knock when you get here, i'll be home alone

sofia: you got it, see u later xx

you roll your eyes and proceed to delete the conversation, before moving to rafe's phone app to remove her 3 missed calls from his log. 

three. who calls a guy with a girlfriend three times? crazy bitch.

just as you're about to place his phone back on the nightstand, rafe groans and shifts, arm slinging over your waist, as a call from ward vibrates his phone.

"baby," you nudge rafe, but he just groans again, arm around your waist tightening. "rafe," you shake him this time and his eyes flutter open.

"morning, pretty girl," he smiles, hand scratching your lower back. "you ok?"

"mhm," you nod, pretending you had just woken up. "woke up from your dad calling, though."

you hold the phone out to him, which was now vibrating for the second time with ward's name.

"sorry 'bout that, doll," he takes the phone from you and sits up, answering the call and pressing the phone up against his ear.

"i'm gonna go pee," you mouth to him, and he nods, as you get out from under the covers and slip on rafe's shirt before walking towards his bathroom.

you close the door behind you and take a quick piss before washing your hands and deciding to brush your teeth.

hopefully rafe wasn't gonna be around the house at 2 today, you thought. you knew he went out golfing with the boys and hit the gym afterwards every saturday afternoon, usually returning around 5 or 6, so it shouldn't be a problem. unless ward had him do something today that required him to stick around the house—now that would really put a damper on your plans.

the door opens and rafe joins you, only wearing a pair of boxers. "mmm," he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, chin resting against your shoulder. "i'll never get sick of seeing you in my shirt."

his eyes meets yours through the mirror, and you lean down to spit and rinse your mouth.

"what's my baby doing today?" he asked, as you wiped your mouth dry.

"probably just hang around here," you shrug, hands trailing along his arms, as you leaned your head against his. "maybe lay out by the pool for a bit and make some lunch."

"for me too?"

you look down at him, and his eyes meet yours. "you're not going golfing with kelce and top?"

"oh, i am," he nods. "and i gotta take care of some stuff for dad too, so i'll probably be home a little later." perfect. "how 'bout we do dinner? you can dress up all cute and sexy, and i'll take you out on the town?"

"sounds perfect, baby," you smile, connecting your lips with his.

this was gonna be the best day ever.

—

after rafe left around eleven, you occupied yourself by taking a quick swim in the pool, before settling on a floatie and closing your eyes, as the sun beat down on your skin.

ring! ring! ring!

your alarm clock goes off at 1:50 pm, and you open your eyes to take your phone from the cup holder and silence it, happily slipping off the floatie when you realize it's almost time.

you grab your towel from one of the pool chairs and dry off before wrapping it around you, slipping on your crochet shorts, and waltzing inside with more of a pep in your step than usual.

you whistle as you walk through the house and stop in the living room to hang your towel off the back of the armchair and sit down, just in time for a knock to come at the door.

it's followed by another, before the front door creaks open and closes, as the sound of someone's footsteps get closer and closer.

"rafe?" the sound of sofia's voice fills your ears and you smile when she reaches the living room.

"hey, sof," you say, causing her to completely stop in her tracks, a few feet away.

"oh, y/n," she was clearly caught off guard. "i didn't know you'd be here."

"of course you didn't," you shrug, sitting up. "because you came here to see my rafe, isn't that right, sof?"

"uhh…"

"no need to lie, sweetheart," you drawl. "i've been expecting you." you pull out the pocket knife that you had stashed in the armchair earlier  to prepare and spin it around in your fingers.

the color instantly drains from sofia's face, as you flip the knife open, the blade catching the sun's light.

"here's the thing, sof," you stand up and slowly approach her, the growing crazy look in your eyes making her uneasy. "i'm a very possessive person, and i don't like sharing what's mine." you shake your head, eyes focused on hers.

"and rafe… tall and handsome as he is… is mine," you glide the edge of your knife across her collarbone as you round her, making sure not to cut her just yet. "and personally, i didn't take it very well when you called and texted him this morning."

"i- i don't know what you're talking about," her voice shakes, clearly afraid of what you might do if she admits to it. 

"hey, i saw y/n throw a fit and storm off last night. that must be a lot to deal with everyday. let me know if you want to blow off some steam," you recite the text message she sent rafe from memory, making her breath hitch.

"that— that wasn't an accident," sofia shakes her head. "i didn't mean-"

"oh, baby," you whisper against her ear, making her head turn towards you. "don't you know i hate liars?"

"please," sofia begs, eyes closing shut as tears stream down her face. "y/n… you don't have to do this."

"and you didn't have to text my man," you tut, trailing the knife down her back. "but you did, so i'll make it quick."

"no!" she shouts, pushing you away from her, and beelining for the door.

"you really shouldn't have done that," you chuckle, a smirk coming across your lips, as you follow to tackle her before she reaches the door.

you turn her around, so you're straddling her, both your knees pinning her arms down. "i tried to be nice…" you say, gripping a handful of her brown hair as you lean down to cut across her collar bone.

she screams in agony. "stop, stop, stop!"

"consider this a lesson, sof…" you trail off, knife moving down to dig into the side of her stomach. "rafe," stab. "is," stab. "mine." 

you pull the knife out from her side, blood splattering on your stomach, as you drag it up her body, towards her chest.

"and," stab. "you," stab. "don't," stab. "take," stab. "what's," stab. "mine."

the color drowns from her face as her eyes turn lifeless, and she stops squirming underneath you.

at this point, your chest, face, legs, and arms are covered with blood splatters, your hand holding the knife bloodier than any other part of you.

you stand up and hover over her, a smirk coming across your lips at the sight of her dead body.

"look, dad, i took care of it, a'ight?" the familiar sound of your boyfriend's voice booms through the house, as you hear the backyard door slide close.

shit. shit. shit.

he wasn't suppose to be home until later. what the fuck was he doing here?

panic begins to build up inside you, as rafe's footsteps approach you, and you round sofia's body to pick up one of her hands to begin dragging her towards the front door. maybe it was a good thing she tried to run.

"yeah, i got it," you hear rafe's voice again. "i think y/n's taking a nap right now, so i'll take the druthers out and-" he suddenly stops in the entryway connecting the living room to the kitchen, eyes on you. "i'll call you back later."

he ends the call with ward, phone coming down to his side.

"i told you i'd drag her across the floor?" you joke, shrugging a shoulder.

"holy shit, y/n!" rafe rushes over and crouches down to feel sofia's pulse.

nothing.

he looks up at you. "did you do this?!"

"no…" you give him your innocent eyes, and drop her hand, pocket knife hiding behind your back.

"what the fuck, babe?"

"hey, don't act like this is all on me!" you argue, pointing down at sofia's body and pacing around the room. "she was the one who was texting and calling you nonstop this morning! she should've known better! no one takes what's mine. especially not you!"

"you— you did this… because of me?" rafe slowly stands, eyes refocusing on your crazed out state.

"of course i did," your shoulders falling limp. "i— i love you, rafe!" you shake your head. "i— i can't lose you. not-"

before you could get another word out, he was pushing you up against the wall, lips hungrily kissing yours.

the knife clatters onto the ground, as your bloodied hands tangle into his hair, and he hooks a hand around your thigh to bring it up beside his waist.

"you— you're not mad?" you ask between kisses.

"are you kidding?" he mutters against you. "fuck no. just a little more work for me."

"wait, wait, wait—" you place a hand on his chest, and push him away just enough to look at him. "what does that mean?"

"there may or may not be a dead body in the cargo bed of my truck…"

"you killed someone?"

"it was necessary?" he shrugs, a cute little smile on his lips.

a laugh falls from your mouth before you can stop it.

"what?" rafe asks, chuckling at the sound of your adorable laugh.

you shake your head, hand trailing down his hair. "we're so fucked up."

"and that's just how i like it."

i hope y'all don't think i'm absolutely insane now lolz. i swearrrrr i just wanted to try something new.

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[iamasimperyk]

Professor's Pet

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Taboo topic, English is not my first language

Summary: You have a crush on your professor

Pairing: Professor!Rafe x Student!Reader

You knew it was wrong, however, you couldn't help but fall for your professor.

Rafe Cameron. The hot professor every girl on campus had a crush on. You promised yourself you would not be one of those girls, save to say you failed miserably.

Another thing you promised yourself was to never fall for a married man. Fuck. He even had a child.

All the time you reminded yourself that it was nothing but a silly little crush. He had a family, and you were barely twenty.

Still, every lecture got harder and harder for you. He just looked so fine and the way he had with words—it was just too much for you.

"Alright, students, see you next Monday." Rafe smiled, finishing his lesson.

People slowly started leaving, leaving, and you took a big breath before you approached your professor.

"Mr. Cameron? Could I talk to you for a minute?" You asked, feeling how your knees had already gotten weaker.

His smile fell a little, but he nodded regardless, "Of course, Ms. Y/l/n."

"The essay from a week ago, I think you made a mistake with my mark." You said in the friendliest way possible.

"No, I don't think so. The grammar of your essay was rather weak, and I didn't really appreciate the way you chose to write about the topic. The task was to write nothing but information and nothing about your personal opinion." He told you, packing his stuff in the meantime.

"All my other professors never had something against my grammar or my use of words?" You said in confusion.

"Well, Ms. Y/l/n, I suggest you focus on your writing. I am not quite interested in hearing your little excuses." He said with a strict voice before he walked out of the room

You stood there stunned. He never had something against your writing, and he never acted so annoyed and cold toward his students.

Tears swelled up in your eyes, and you quickly left the room, wanting nothing more than to cry in your bed.

You felt like shit. Rafe Cameron couldn't know about the crush you had on him since you never told anyone, and you also tried your best not to make it too obvious—not like the other girls. Maybe he had just a bad day, or maybe, he was really not fond of your essay.

------

A few weeks later, nothing had changed. You saw how friendly your professor acted toward other students, but when you tried to ask a question, he just acted differently. Fuck, he even ignored you every time you raised your hand in one of his lectures.

At this point, you should have accepted the fact that he hated you. But you couldn't.

You stood in front of his office and knocked on the black wooden door.

After a few seconds, it opened, " Oh, you must be one of my husband's students."

There she was, Rafe Cameron's wife. She was beautiful, and she seemed to be nice.

"Y-yeah, I just wanted to ask something about the lecture today, but I will just send him an e-mail." You mumbled with a small smile before you turned around to leave.

After you heard how the door closed, there was screaming.

------

The next day, after everybody left the room, Rafe Cameron asked to talk to you for a moment.

"Ms. Y/l/n, I am sure you had a good reason for coming to my office yesterday, but I would appreciate it if you don't bother me in my free time." He said in a cold tone.

You couldn't take it anymore. It was not a crime to ask a professor a question outside of lectures.

"Mr. Cameron, I tried my best not to say anything, but I can't take it anymore. I was polite to you and handed in every assignment you gave. And you? You gave me bad marks, and everything I do is bad in your opinion," You raised your voice, but he just stared at you coldly.

"What have I done wrong? Just tell me so I can change-" You went on, before he interrupted you," You are the problem. Everything about you is the problem."

You looked at him confused, "What do you mean, Mr. Cameron?"

"Fuck, I mean look at you. The way you look, the way you dress, the way you swing your hips when you walk out of the room, the way you bite down your lip when you're thinking. I can't think about you this way. I am your professor, and you are my student." He told you, pacing around the room.

Your professor, who was also your secret crush, liked you. He liked you in the same way you liked him. But what now?

"I- I don't know what to say now." You muttered and looked away, biting down your lip.

Rafe looked at you, taking a big step forward, and put his hands on your cheeks, "Just one, please."

You looked at him innocently and gave him a small nod. That was all it took before he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.

You kissed him back, your tongues dancing around in each other's mouths.

"Please," You let out a desperate moan, and Rafe quickly picked you up before he placed you on his desk.

He took one of his hands away from your butt and brought it down to lift the hem of your black skirt. Slipping it inside your panties and pushing a finger inside your tight, now wet folds.

One of his hands still squeezed your ass as you moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, his eyes staring into yours, full of lust, "Who would have thought that you are such a slut for your professor?"

He started to work a second finger inside your tight cunt. Your clit grinding against his palm.

"So desperate, my little whore." He picked up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of your aching pussy.

All you could do was moan and whimper. You were about to cum before you felt him retract his fingers.

You let out a sound of disappointment, which he returned with one of his famous smirks. He unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock. He rubbed it against your dripping wet slit before he buried it inside your little cunt.

"Mr. Cameron," You let out a moan that was muffled by another hard kiss.

He started to thrust his hips. Your little pussy clamping around his hard thick cock as he fucked you on his desk.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as your bodies rocked together.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, and all you could do was cry out a small 'Yes, sir'.

He kissed you hungrily, and you could feel yourself nearly at the edge. "Cum with me. Show me what a little slut like you looks like when she cums hard all over her professor's cock." He moaned into your mouth.

You threw your head back as your pussy spasmed. Your hips bucked against him as his orgasm washed over him as well, riding out your orgasms together.

He looked into your eyes again, "You did so good for me, princess. Come on, let's clean you up."

[madebyrolo]

𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘺 ོ

𝘑𝘫 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳

Y/n and Jj decided to have a beach date without the rest of their pouge friends. They love hanging out with them but they just needed a one on one day after everything they been through.

sort small blurb

not proof read/edited

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Y/n sat on her beach chair under an umbrella with hard lemonade in her cups holder. Y/n and jj decided to have a beach date taking time away from the group. They went to a public beach surrounded by family’s, friends and couples on vacation. The sounds of segals mixed with the different genres of music playing in the background including reggaeton, country and pop. The smell of sunscreen, saltwater and bbq filled their noses. Although it wasn’t the most peaceful setting they loved the community vibe. They needed some happiness and sun after everything with losing the gold.

Soon jj came back with food he got at a stand. He got them sandwiches and more beer.

“Here you go darlin’. I got you turkey” jj said handing her the sandwiches as he placed the beers in the cooler.

“Thank you love” she grabbed the wrapped paper that said turkey unwrapping it taking a big bite.

“Ooh these are so good oh my” she said with her mouth full.

“Yea maybe keep it in your mouth then..” he said with a small laugh.

Y/n gets her speaker playing the pouges beach playlist called “the bitch” with a picture of jj passed out on his surf board. Omar Apollo’s,“Kamikaze” started playing which cause y/n to immediately perk up.

“Oh my god he’s go good I can’t-” she put her sandwich in a sand free spot and got up turning up her music. She started dancing getting a few looks from people but she didn’t care. She was vibing.

“Alright y/n sit down and eat your sandwich.” Jj joked with her

“Fuck you boy, imma leave this state and never come back, never never come back.” She sang along. After the song finished she finally sat down finishing her sandwich.

After a few minutes jj got up grabbing her hand and leading them to the ocean. They had to zig zag through the groups of people but they made it to the coast. There were little kids in the shallow part, they walked passed them going waist deep into the water. The swam closer to now being shoulder deep floating in the ocean. They were farther away from the shore in a little more secluded area with just them but not too close to the surfers.

They swam and play fought in the ocean, splashing each other until one of them got pissed off. jj making sure y/n wasn’t floating or drowning as they got farther in. They floated at least 30ft above the sea floor engulfed in each other arms, jjs chin rested on y/n head. Just taking in each other presence and enjoying the peace and safety they craved.

“In a way I’m glad we lost the gold.” Y/n spoke

“Like don’t get me wrong I wanted the money but all the danger and drama that was in it wasn’t healthy.” she said as jj pulled away getting a better look at the girl.

“Yea I get it but it all would’ve been worth it if we got it.” Jj said trying to make her feel better.

“Laying in silk bed sheets on a California king, jaguars and lambos in our drive way. Endless refills of Budweiser given from our butlers.” He said with his eyes sparkling.

“Yea your paradise” she rolled her eyes.

“Still, mine or yours we would be happy and filthy rich. Full kook remember?” He said looking for a bit of happiness in her eyes.

“Would it though ? Rafe literally killed a cop, John b almost died? we were getting chased by death every. single. day. If we were to got it, who knows who would’ve went after us again.” she said as a small tear fell down her cheek.

“Even now with gold is gone. People are starting to believe John B killed Officer Peterkin. Ward with his power can put us all in jail. Or worse.” with another one trialing down.

“Hey hey hey- don’t cry. It’s all going to be okay, we have each other alright? I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He said pulling her into a hug.

“Let’s just enjoy the sun yeah? Happy wife happy life” he said giving her a kiss in the cheek.

“Wife?” She questioned. Yes they were boyfriend girlfriend but they haven’t been together long enough to even consider getting married.

“Yes my wife?!” He scoffed giving her kisses all over her face.

“Didn’t know we got married, must’ve missed it” she giggled return.

“Ah yes everyone was there, John b, Pope, Heyward catered. Even Rafe” he joked

“Rafe? Can’t believe he got the invite AND accepted it” she joked with him

“Yea, he was jealous, saw the tears in his eyes.” He said hinting about Rafes small feeling for you.

“Oh shut it, that was traumatizing. I rejected him and he actually looked hurt yet so angry. If you wouldn’t have gotten there in time who knew what he could’ve done. You saw what his did to Peterkin.” She pushed him away.

“I’m sorry my princess. I wouldn’t let him or anyone lay a finger on you.” He said pulling her back.

“You’re not going anywhere Mrs.Maybank.”

“Oh like you can tie me down ?” She smirked looking up at him.

“Oh honey I already have.” He retuned the smirk bringing her into a deep heated kiss.

“Come on let’s go home Maybank.” She said swimming towards the shore.

“Right behind you Mrs.Maybank.”

-time skip-

Jj and y/ns car came to a stop in John bs driveway. They followed eachother hand in hand giggling from the past convo they had in the car. As they made their way through the front door jj spoke up.

“JOHNATHAN ? SARAHHH?! KIE??? PROOPEEEE!?” He yelled out checking to see if anyone was around, throwing their nicknames in.

A couple seconds pass and no a single sound was heard.

“Hmm house to ourself. What to do, what to do….” He said looking around perusing his lips acting all innocent.

“Let’s head to the guest room, might as well take it before someone else comes home right?” she said playing his game.

“Might as well ya know?” His noses scrunched up.

Jj dragged y/n by the hand entering the room locking the door behind her. She turned towards the bed before jj quickly picked her up, legs around his waist and his hands holding her on her lower thighs slowly working their ways up.

“So what did you say about tying me up?” She said grabbing the side of his face.

“Better I show you yea?” She said throwing her on the bed.

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Heard there was a jj fic drought 💋

maybe I’ll do a pt.2 with a smut lmk

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[notmuchtofind]

don’t move | r.c

Tw: 18+ smut, hate sex, rough sex, p in v, fingering, violence, choking, degrading, name calling (slur,bitch ect), domestic, c0ckwarming , praising, mental b0ndage, mean!rafe

basically just feral <33

synopsis: You’re trying to escape the house whilst arguing with rafe but he won’t let you get away without a fight

a/n: Sorry it’s not 100% proof read, and this is my first rafe smut i’ve done so let me know your honest opinions :) ty x

“i swear to god y/n if you dare. if you dare leave this fucking house!“ Rafe snarls from across the kitchen island as you begin to stumble back to your feet and contemplate twisting the knob to the front door.

You’re petrified, but you needed to get out of this house and away from Rafe. the constant war that was going on between you and rafe for the past couple of months had brought you to breaking point.

Rafe was, once again, back using cocaine heavily. He’d always manage to break his habit for months at a time, and this time you thought maybe it was for good…However, When Ward decided to cut off all of what rafe had left, due to his accidental loss of money within the business. It turned rafe psycho. You’d been with rafe for 3 years, and you’d thought you’d seen the worst. but this time was different.

Tears stream down your face and past the bloody wound that resides along the bottom of your lip. The tears seem to sting the opening slightly as you feel your face grow hotter. This isn’t the first time Rafes hit you. But it’s certainly the hardest. And when he’s hit you before, he’s almost instantly apologetic, but tonight Rafes eyes no longer reside his soul. He’s switched.

“P-Please Rafe, Stop!!” said almost screaming, desperately, whilst cracks formed in your voice. “you need me y/n” rafe patronised “you’re fucking nothing without me, get the fuck back here now, you bitch!” he spits. but you run, out the door with the keys to the truck you managed to take from rafes pocket the moment you realised he was about to have another outburst.

you wrestle with the keys whilst stumbling bare foot on the mud outside the mansion. You fall onto the dust and drop the keys. It’s pitch black, and you’re unable to see clearly, the only light that glares ever so slightly is the one seeping through the open door to the mansion of the boy thats held you there unwillingly for too long.

You was unable to hear the footsteps that had krept up behind you due to the loud pounding of your heart inside your chest. “fucking slut” he spits as he steps his boot onto the fingers you was using to locate the keys. you wince in pain as rafe puts all his body weight onto your hand. “i told you not to leave baby” he coos whilst looking down at you and tilting his head slightly. Rafe holds eye contact, he looks to be in awe as tears still stream down your face and whimpers escape your lips from the pain you’re experiencing. Rafes large hand grasps your jaw, big enough to rest his thumb and fingers on each side of your cheeks. He then slowly digs his fingertips into the sides of your face and elevates your body up towards his. “i think it’s time you come back inside”.

Rafe grabs you by the fabric of your top and with no hesitation, drags you along the dirt, whilst you squirm and wince in pain. he drags you all the way back into the front door of the mansion. Your legs and arms bruised and grazed, and your clothes now blood stained.

you felt exsausted, but sobs and whimpering still managed to escape your lips. Now laid helplessly in the hallway you beg “Rafe please baby please, this isn’t you i know you you don’t want to hurt me rafe…You don’t want to do this to me, please-please” But before Rafe could’ve even processed what you was saying he’s halfway down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Now petrified to move you lay still in the hallway. After hearing rafe snorting, what youre adiment is cocaine, he reappears, Shirtless, and holding a long woven wrope wrapped around his fist. “So you decide to obey me now and stay put like a good girl?” Rafe states before unapologetically grabbing your left ankle and dragging you through to the dining room.

Rafe dumps your body and runs his hand over his head before he takes his cigarette packet out of his back pocket and lights a cigarette. holding the cigarette between his lips he begins to unravel the rope, wrapping it around the heavy wooden dining table leg. He then begins to wrap the wrope around you ankle, tightly. you beg and squirm and kick.“what the fuck are you doi-“ but before you can finish, your head thuds on the floor as rafes palm collides with your cheek “shut. the. fuck. up” he huffs, rolling his eyes. “jesus fucking christ y/n, you never learn?” he says whilst walking away from you and taking a drag of his cigarette.

You’re now unable to move from the floor with your ankle tied to the table leg, you just watch Rafe pace up and down, puffing on his cigarette, until he stubs it out on the wall and walks back over to where you lay.

Rafe kneels onto the floor, placing his knees at either side of your torso. Petrified and unsure of his next move,you move your head to one side but lay completely still “mmmm what a good girl” rafe coos whilst he begins to trail his hands from your waist to the bottom hem of your top. Rafe begins to lift up your top, revealing your naked tits. Your nipples begin to harden due to the exposure of the quickly changed temperature and rafe lets out a shakey breath.

Your breaths begin to become faster as you begin to notice rafe growing larger and larger through his pants, and even though your petrified of a potential violent outburst from rafe, you can’t help when your stomach fills with butterflies as you imagine the girthy length that rests inside.

Rafes eyes don’t move from your tits as he begins to flick your hard nipple back and forth, occasionally twiddling it between his index and thumb. “I love when you don’t question me y/n i love when you just lay there, all pretty for me as i do what i please. You’re mine” Rafe says, still not taking eyes off your chest.

The way rafes words race around your mind, as much as you hate when rafes like this, there’s somthing about him praising you that makes you weak. You’re so disgusted with yourself knowing you’ve just let him treat you like shit but you know your pussys becoming more and more sticky in your panties as he speaks.

You still lay there absolutely still, as rafe begins to rub himself through his pants before unbuckling them and letting them fall just past his upper thigh. as well as his boxers. His shaft springs up and you get a glimps of his precum shimmering at the end of his tip. Rafe throws his head back whilst he gives himself 3 long strokes over your body. He then begins yanking your trousers and panties down simultaneously, sending pain up your leg as he takes no care in how your legs unable to move due to being tied down. But we’ve established by now rafe doesn’t care about hurting you. if anything it gets him off.

“aha ohhh fuck” rafe chuckles, his eyes dart too your sticky wet folds “it looks like my girl enjoys obeying hmm?” he mocks. tracing his middle finger over your outer lips gently, gathering the already spilt juices from your pathetic cunt. Rafe brings his hand up and forces his fingers into your mouth, wriggling them around the tip of your tongue and then tracing them back around your nipples for a 2nd time.

“do you taste good my sweet girl?”

Your head tilts back and your hips cock up as you allow the pleasure to rush through your body.

The sound of a slap echoes through the dimly lit room and a stinging pain engulfs the surface area of your cheek “don’t. fucking move you slut” rafe spits. loosing his patients he wraps his fist around your throat and abruptly shoves his fingers past your dripping folds and enters the walls of your cunt. You can’t help but whimper slightly, However rafe squeezes your throat so tight you’re pretty sure he was unable to hear it.

Your walls expand as your body aches for something larger to fill your tight hole. Rafe finger fucks you rough, making your body move loosely around his thick fingers. rafe groans as he takes his hand off your throat and begins stroking himself whilst still finger fucking your pussy, getting off to the sensation of how tight u was around his fingers and the squelching sounds that are made everytime he thrusts his fingers in and out.

“mmmm fuck baby” he growls as he pulls his fingers out of you. rafe pulls you close to him by your thighs, unaware of the pain it causes you whilst still attached to the table. but he couldn’t care less, all he cares about is filling your hole with his cock. feeling if you become wetter the deeper he goes. he loves using your pathetic little body, your body is helpless and weak compared to his, and he likes to make sure youre aware. “goood girl, good giiiirlll” he emphasises as his cock slowly enters your cunt. you gasp and your pussy never gets usto the size, it always manages to tear you open slightly, causing a slight stinging pain as he thrusts in and out of you, getting faster and faster he grunts simoultaneously “that’s my sweet girl, stay still for daddy whilst he fucks you senseless” “mmmm”

You’re already so close, and rafe can tell. he proceeds to tell you how good your pussy feels and that you’re all his and that’s all you ever will be. that’s what your purpose is, to serve rafe, in anyway he wants.

“i can feel you tightening around my cock you slut” he says with pleasure “you can cum for me but don’t you dare fucking move” rafe demands “i swear to god if you fucking move i’ll have to carry on fucking you even when it fucking hurts” he threatens.

You beging to feel the sweetness rush over your body, starting in your head and making its way down your body. You fight the urge to jerk your body up towards rafe so his cock goes deeper, you resist the urge to moan his name or dig your fingernails deep in his back to keep him in position. You fight the urges and your orgasm takes over your whole mind, the only thing you can do to express how you truley feel is roll your eyes back into your head whilst your pussy gushes, leaving your cream to rest on rafes cock. He grunts once more before you feel his cum shoot inside you and fill your walls. You moan in pleasure and rafe settles next to you, but still enough to keep his cock inside your pussy, not allowing his cum to escape, as a sign to show you that you’re his.

You’re his slut here to keep his cock warm

please feel free to repost if you enjoyed 🥹 <3

[faetreides]

summary: rafe cameron x afab maid!reader

cw: titfucking, rimming/ass eating, collaring, power imbalance/dubcon, no real face slapping but reader gets rafe’s rings pressed into their face, gun mentions, rafe talks about wanting to do a line off reader’s tits, throwaway implication that his dad saw you, general rafe-esque warnings 💀, very plotless & possibly ooc (i’m new to the show but i’ve been lurking for a bit), rafe spits on reader, slight dumbification/objectification, hate sex coded but that's more bc i have a love/hate relationship with rafe, he calls reader a bitch once and a also a slut once, use of good girl

block & move on if uncomfortable !!

do not translate, repost, or give ai my work

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This stupid carpet is hell on your knees. Not that there was any time to pull a pillow down under them, you were pulled into the room and shoved down so fast you got dizzy. You’re brought out of your ruminations by a rough palm seizing your face in its grasp and squeezing. 

Rafe huffs, leaning forward to make sure he didn’t miss the way your eyes widened as his fingers tightened. His gaudy rings are going to leave impressions on your cheeks but it’s hard to care about that right now. One second, you’re dusting off the son of your employer’s bedroom, and the next you’re getting a wad of split slung on your face. 

Your pussy decides to be a traitor and clench in response. 

“Sorry ‘bout that………” Rafe trails off, flicking the spit off your cheek like he was picking at a persistent hangnail. 

The apology is as insincere as it could be but something about the bored inflection in his tone gets you wet. 

“It’s fine.” Your “ice princess facade” as he’s called it  falls apart a tad, an embarrassing heat blooming throughout your face. 

He seems satisfied with his attempt at amateur art and scoops the rest up with two of his fingers. He doesn’t ask you to clean them off, just shoves them in between your plump lips without a word. 

“You’re so fuckin’ messy, being such a shitty maid right now, you know that, babe?” He hums, giving your face one final squeeze. 

You’re not even sure he knows your name, he sure doesn’t act like it. All he does is coo at you condescendingly as you suckle on his fingers, telling you how much better you are at this. Once you’ve done an adequate job of polishing them off, he pulls the digits away and gives you a weak love tap. Rafe’s obviously wanting to wring something else out of you. 

You hate that your first instinct is to say “Yes, sir?” 

You also hate that it’s what actually fucking comes out of your mouth. 

The grin that splits his mouth reminds you of the only time you’ve ever successfully caught a mouse in an old fashioned trap. A vermin that used to disgust you until it stayed and you gave it a name. And then your mom has to turn you away from the sight of Jacque’s tiny body cleaved in two. 

“Get those fucking clothes off, now.” He orders you, palming himself through his khakis. "And toys don't talk back."

You roll your eyes and comply. You ignore Rafe's ramblings about how he wished his dad made you wear one of those skimpy made costumes without underwear, that he way he could stare at your pussy whenever you bent over. The door is wide open, you know you could just make a break for it if you wanted. But you kind of like how the humiliation twists your stomach in a knot. The air in the room gets so much hotter when you focus on the large bulge in front of your face.

As soon as your uniform is lying on the hardwood floor in a rumpled heap, your tits are being squished together. Rafe takes several moments to weigh each globe of flesh in his hands.

"Pretty tits, always wondered what they looked like under that stupid uniform. Wanted to make a mess of you so bad but you had to be all fuckin' stuck up and prissy." He hisses, digging his nails into your breasts.

He massages them in circular motions, forcing them to press together like he could cum untouched to the sight of it alone.

You obediently stay silent as you watch Rafe stagger to his feet and wrestle his leather belt out of his pants. His bottom lip is being toyed with to the point that tiny drops of blood are peeking out of the skin. The leather makes a thwack! sound as it passes through the final belt loop and flops around. Rafe continues to eye your tits like a hawk as he wraps the belt around his hand and kneels down to your level.

He tilts your head up with one finger under your chin, "This is going around your neck, okay? I don't have a leash to go with it, but I'll get one for next time."

You open your mouth to speak or maybe to moan at the vision of the expensive leather tensely coiled around your vulnerable neck like a snake about to strike. The warning look he gives you shut you up, but your damp panties made you want to push him further.

"Don't move a muscle."

The belt was warm to the touch, probably because of all the hours Rafe had spent on the golf course or wherever his "business" takes him. You stay perfectly still as he curled it around your neck, having to wrap it around you again due to the length. The metal belt buckle clicked as he fastens it, tugging it firmly to test how tight it was. It definitely feels like a weight baring down on you, but you seem to be able to breathe so he steps back again.

"There we go, pretty bitch just for me."

His pants fall to the ground unceremoniously, revealing the cock you may have had a stray wet dream or two about. Crowned by neatly and clearly obsessively trimmed hair, it looks about 7 inches and thicker than your forearm. His cock has a slight left curve, with a couple prominent veins and an almost reddish-pink colored tip that puffs out at the sides a bit.

Rafe's cockhead catches the drool that embarrassingly leaks out of your mouth, and you kitten lick the slit as you stare up at him through your lashes. You want to smile at the punched-out groan emanating from above you, but he might slap you for getting cocky, it wouldn't be unwelcome.

"You like it, babe? Yeah, I bet you do."

He brings your hands up to your tits and you pick up on what he wants you to do. Anticipating Rafe Cameron's needs is part of your job after all. You scrape the sides of your chipped painted nails against them as you softly cup and squish the globes together, creating a perfect pocket for him.

"Good girl." He chuckles, ruffling your hair like you were his pet.

He savors the wet slide of his cock through the valley of your breasts. You hold them impossibly closer together, ignoring the discomfort by getting lost in the game of peek a boo his tip is playing with you during every thrust. A near constant stream of precum is flowing from the silt and ending up all over the tops of your tits.

Rafe pants as he speeds up his thrusts, his pupils expanding as he takes in the spectacle of you hot dogging him with your tits. For how preppy he likes to act sometimes, he sure does seem to enjoy painting you with his bodily fluids. He weaves his hands down from their deadly hold on your hair to pinch and flick your nipples.

" 'G-gonna cream all over these gorgeous tits, get them messy, then snort some coke off your nipples after.”

It doesn't take as long as a man like him would prefer before he's spilling all over your heaving chest with a sound so inhuman you'd think he was possessed.

You're past caring if he sees you hungrily open your mouth as wide as possible in the hopes of catching some of his cum in your mouth. You grind your sopping wet cunt against the floor when you do, and fuck it tastes better than it has any right to.

A quiet 'shit' rings out and the room spins as you're swiftly flipped on your stomach. Rafe crowds behind you and yanks your hips up. You don't think much of it until you feel warm breath on your ass. You jolt in surprise, and he gives you a light smack on both cheeks before spreading them with his thumb.

"Bet you thought I wanted your pussy, huh? Well, this tiny hole right here looks much cuter, you can't blame me. We'll get you some cute plugs." Followed by a flat tongue licking a stripe over your rim. He gives your hole a strangely soft peck and then teases the tip of his tongue past the entrance.

You squeal, which you'd be mortified by if the sensation of Rafe's tongue filling up your ass didn't feel so good. The way he curls it and jabs it deeper between your cheeks in short busts is running a huge risk of causing you to go insane. It's like he's exploring every nook and cranny, you should be laughing because the man that treats you like a back-alley whore is up to his ears in your ass. His groans and grunts are muffled but they give you the confidence to be louder.

He drags his face away and hangs his tongue over you until a load of saliva drips down onto you. You shiver when it meets your hole. A high-pitched moan comes out when he massages it into the puckered skin with his thumb.

He dots sloppy open-mouthed kisses up and down your rim, nipping the flesh as he goes.

"I would say it's gonna be too tight, but sluts like you can take anything, right?"

You're too busy nodding to notice the sound of shoes hitting the floor in their rush to get away, or that the person wearing them softly closes the door behind them.

[sunraies]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a one shot where rafe and y/n are a couple and y/n gets hurt or something and rafe becomes super protective over her?

Sure thing! I tried, I hope this is ok x

Freak Accident

Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Warnings - Fluff, angst. Hospital, mentions of injuries. No use of Y/N

When Rafe gets the call that you are in the hospital, his heart drops to his stomach

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Rafe's heart dropped to his stomach when he received the call from Sarah that you were in the hospital.

At first, he thought it was a joke, some sick prank to get him annoyed. But when the reality of her voice sunk in, he had never driven a golf cart faster in his life, and he was pretty sure he broke the speed limit the whole way in Topper's Jeep.

He had been golfing at the club with Topper while you spent the day with Sarah. You wanted to learn to surf, and as much as he hated the idea, he knew he couldn't stop you. Once your mind was set on something, there was no stopping you.

Sarah had promised you would be safe. Kie and the other pogues would be there, all experienced surfers.

Once, he made sure you were ok. He was certain he was going to kill them all.

"Rafe!" Topper called out as he fumbled to catch the keys after Rafe dumped the jeep outside the hospital, leaving the engine running as he hurried inside. It was a miracle he was thinking straight enough to put the car in park.

He quickly found the front desk and asked where you were after cutting in front of a elderly woman. He ran for the elevators, mashing the botton, and when they took too long, he cursed before running up the stairs.

Sarah stood in the hall outside your room, wrapped in John B's arms when he finally made it.

"What the fuck, happened?" He breathed out, cheeks red.

"She's fine, dude," JJ spoke up after they all looked at each other. He sat with Kie, relaxing in the hard plastic chair and arm over her shoulders.

"I wasn't fucking talking to you" Rafe spat, pointing at him while still staring at Sarah.

"There was a huge wave, and she hit the rocks," Sarah said quietly. "But she's ok"

"How the fuck is she ok? She's in the hospital and it's your fault!" He snapped, running a hand through his hair.

"Whoa, it's no one's fault," John B stepped in front of Sarah. "It was a freak accident, man,"

Rafe nodded a little too frantically before scoffing and lunging for John B. "I'll show you a freak accident, man."

"Hey, Rafe. Not here." Topper held him back, having stepped out the elevator and found the scene before him.

They struggled for a moment before Topper snapped him out of it. "Go see your girl," He said softly, holding his shoulders as Rafe nodded slowly.

"He can't. The nurse is in with her, " Kie said quietly. "They said family only."

Rafe shook his head and closed his eyes. "Nah, fuck that"  He broke away from Topper's hold before barging into your hospital room.

You jumped a little as the door flew open while the nurse was taking your blood pressure. You were sure it suddenly spiked as your very flustered boyfriend stood in the doorway.

His ocean eyes scanning over you, focusing on the bruise on your cheek, to the cast on your left arm and down to the cut on your right leg.

"Hi, gorgeous." You smiled gently at him, hoping he would calm down at the sound of your voice.

The nurse looked between the pair of you as Rafe breathed out a small 'Hi'. His eyes were still checking your injuries.

"Your boyfriend?" She asked. "You know it's really only meant to be family allowed"

"Husband," Rafe blurted out. "I'm her, husband. No way am I leaving now. "

Your eyes went wide as the nurse shook her head before smiling knowingly, "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. It wasn't on the charts."

She obviously knew Rafe was lying but humoured it. She was very sweet. "Take a seat, I'm just finishing obs, and our girl here should be good to go."

Rafe didn't need to be told twice as he took a seat beside the bed, desperately wanting to hold you, but let the nurse finish.

"I'm a little worried about the concussion, but other than that. You should be fine for discharge." She smiled. "I'm sure with this guy around, I don't have to worry about someone to look after you once you go home"

"Damn right, she's not leaving my sight." He was deathly serious even though the nurse laughed at the charm to his tone.

"Alrighty then. I'll go get the papers." She left, leaving you and Rafe in silence while you could hear Sarah and the others asking about you.

"Come here, baby." You held out your uninjured hand to him, which he took quickly but carefully. He seemed nervous to touch you, like you would break.

"You scared the shit out of me," He sighed, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

"I know. I'm sorry." You sighed, hating the idea of him being so worried as you knew you'd be the same if the roles were reversed.

He sat down beside you, and you pulled him into your arms, ignoring the pain into your side as he held his weight off you. You ran your hand through his hair. "I'm ok, I'm just a little bruised"

He scoffed and pulled away, "and broken. You broke your arm, baby"

You hummed. "Oh yeah, would you look at that?" You were sarcastic as you looked down at your cast arm. "I wondered why it was heavy"

He rolled his eyes and smiled, aleast you were well enough to still be yourself. He chose that moment to gently cup your cheek. He was careful of the bruise as he kissed you.

You melted into him, thankful Sarah had called him. He was the best pain relief.

"I meant it, I'm not letting you out of my sight," He whispered against your lips.

"Husband, huh?" You whispered back, teasing as your foreheads rested together.

He blushed and smiled. "I would love to be"

"I like the sound of that. Wife sounds like a good word, too. "

"I would love you to be,"  He breathed, making you pull back in shock.

"Rafe Cameron, if that was a proposal, you can -"

He cut you off with the kiss. "Baby, the day I propose it will be a day you never forget. That was not a proposal." He chuckled.

Honestly, if he was asking there and then, you would have said yes. But knowing Rafe, it would be something involving fireworks and champagne.

[ghostlynightpanda]

JJ Maybank - Love at the first Kiss

English is not my fist language!

synopsis: June just moved to the Outer Banks and even though her new friends Sarah and Rafe Cameron had warned her, she finds herself helping a Pogue hiding from the police.

June Asher Young was an ordinary girl. She just tried to fit in, no matter what she had to do for that. Keep low? No problem. Don’t speak up even though you’re annoyed? She could do that. Pretend to find something okay even though you hated it? Not easy, but in order to not be alone she’d try. 

She and her parents had moved to Outer Banks a month ago, making her go to the OB High Academy. They had used to live in England but her father had a great job opportunity here in Outer Banks. His firm expanded and wanted to make him the head of financial department. 

She was glad to have found a good friend in Sarah Cameron and her brother Rafe. She often spent her time with them as well as Topper and Kelce.

Were these the people she really wanted to spend time with? Nope. But she wanted to fit in. And with whom could she do this better than with the golden children of Figure Eight. 

All this sounded like she hated her new friends, which wasn’t the case. She liked them, she actually did. But she hated the way they were talking about poorer people, like they were below them. It sucked and June was tempted to say something to it every time but like mentioned, she wanted to fit in. Also, they were really nice to her and actual friends. There is also the fact that others doesn’t seem to like new people, so without Sarah she probably wouldn’t have anyone.

Right now June was standing in the middle of a rather small store, looking around for new things. 

„Come on dude, you’ll never be able to pay for this.“ She suddenly heard a boy muttering, causing her to look to her left for a brief second, seeing two really cute boys standing there as they looked at the bracelets. 

The way they dressed told her they were probably from the Cut, Pogues, like her friends called them. People she was supposed to stay away from, yet she didn't find it in herself to be scared of the two boys. She was rather curious. Were they really this different?

„We could chip in together? Come on Pope, it’s his birthday.“ The other one sighed, seeing how June was glancing at him as he immediately send her a smile and a small wink. 

But of course she just blushed and quickly focused back on the shelf in front of her, too embarrassed to react to it the slightest. 

„I already got a present. And even if not, it’s still too expensive.“ The first boy sighed while June listened carefully, not wanting to seem nosy.

„Oh come on, it’s perfect.“ The blonde hummed, shaking his head, „I’m sure John B would love it. Maybe…“ He looked around carefully before leaning closer to his friend, whispering something June didn’t understand. But she could guess what he was suggesting, so she finally turned around, not having found anything she liked as she was now leaving the store. 

Maybe she was too quick to judge. Just because he was from the Cut didn’t mean he’d just steal the bracelet. And even if he did, he did it for his friend which was cute, right? It’s a nice thing to do.

She was just passing a dead-end street as she heard shouting behind her, causing her to turn around confused, seeing how the blond boy was rushing around the corner, his hood pulled up to hide his face.

„Stop that thief!“ She heard another voice yelling, probably a cop or something but he wasn’t yet in sight as the boy now raced past June, running straight into the dead-end street. 

„Shit!“ He shouted, but in that moment the police was already rounding the corner. 

June made her decision in a split second, knowing she’d have around ten seconds until the cop was there, causing her to quickly hurry into the dead-end as well, glancing at the boy who now looked around stressed. Just this one time she wanted to be spontaneous and do something she usually wouldn’t do.

„Put out your jacket, quick.“ June ordered the boy, causing him to look at her with wide eyes, „Hurry up!“ She hissed, opening her bag causing him to quickly get out of the jacket and throwing it in her bag. They already heard the steps of the two cops, causing June to close her eyes for a brief second, hesitating if she really wanted to do this.

But yes, she did. She wanted to do something stupid for once in her life.

So, she quickly walked a few steps forward, shoving the boy against the wall carefully, leaning on her tiptoes. „Just act along.“ She whispered before pressing her lips to his, ignoring how awkward this was right now. Why exactly did she do this again?

„Hey, you two!“ They heard a voice, causing her to quickly turn her head while keeping her hand on the back of the boy’s head, causing him to nestle his head in the crock of her neck. This way the cops wouldn’t be able to see his face and tell that it was him who robbed the store. But apparently he seemed to enjoy it a little too much as he began placing a few kisses along her neck. 

„Yes?“ June asked the cops, looking at them with raised eyebrows. „Sorry, my uh… my boyfriend and I are just a little entranced by our romantic getaway.“ She mumbled, blushing slightly. 

„Have you seen a boy with a red jacket?“ One of the cops just hummed, not reacting to anything she’d just said. 

„We heard steps running past but they faded as quickly as they came.“ She shrugged, pointing down the street, causing them to eye the couple for a second before apparently believing her as they now continued running down the street. But just as June turned her head towards him, the boy already pulled her into another kiss, causing her to hesitantly return it. 

After a few more seconds they finally separated, both just looking at each other. „Thank you.“ The boy whispered, leaning down once again and giving her a sweet peck. „I should go now before they come back.“ And with that he turned around, beginning to jog away. 

„W-wait. Your jacket!“ June shouted after a few seconds of just processing what had just happened. 

The boy turned around once again, just sending her a wink before continuing his way as she just stared at him flabbergasted. Well… That was certainly an interesting encounter. 

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„Guys? Guys!“ JJ shouted as he ran over to his friends who were waiting in the van for him. 

„You made it.“ Pope smirked, shaking his head, „Thought police would get to you first.“ 

„And they would’ve but I got help.“ He explained, shutting the door of the van behind him as he looked between John B and Pope. „I’m in love.“ 

„Love?“ The other two asked at the same time, exchanging a confused glance. 

„Don’t tell me you fell in love with Shoupe’s moustache as you were running from him.“ John B snickered, shaking his head at his friend. Where the hell would he have fallen in love? 

„Hey, I’m serious!“ JJ scoffed, glaring at his friends. „I am in love. Seriously, this girl, she- she saved me from the cops. She kissed me and I-I’m in love. Simple and plain.“ He sighed, leaning back in his seat as he remembered what had happened. He quickly told his friends about how she had helped him and how they kissed. 

„Okay that’s cool.“ Pope admitted as he looked at his friend, „But that doesn’t mean you’re in love. It was just a kiss man.“

„Yeah dude, love is something completely different.“ John B backed his friend up, shaking his head. 

„It’s not!“ JJ groaned, „It’s not something different. I know what I felt, I know I’m in love. The way she saved me form the cops and- and the way we kissed? It is love. I know it!“ He looked at his hands, sighing dramatically. „She’s a Touron though, so I’ll never see her again.“ 

„A love story like it’s written in a book.“ Pope smirked, dodging hid friend’s swing. „All right, all right. I’m sorry that she’s just a Touron, okay?“ 

„Hey, if it’s really true love maybe you’ll see her again when visiting her country and then you both fall in love and will make lots and lots of children.“ John B answered sarcastically, suppressing a grin. JJ always was a little dramatic but never on the love way. That was new and weird, but hey. It’s not like he wouldn’t suspect something like this from his friend. 

„Stop making fun of me, I’m serious!“ JJ muttered, shaking his head at his two friends annoyed. 

„Oh come on,“ John B sighed, „Just roll yourself a blunt and then everything will look different immediately, okay?“ He smirked, looking in the review mirror but raised his eyebrows as he saw that his friend seemed seriously distressed. „Come on, I’m just joking. If she’s here for vacation then you might see her again, yes?“ 

„Maybe.“ JJ hummed, nodding slightly.

Yes, he’d surely see her again, right?

[starfxkr]

hiiiii i’m the anon who said that this was my chart and you gave me rafe:

cancer ☀︎ / libra ☾ / taurus ↑ / cancer venus 𐙚

so i asked my mom for my birth certificate bc i wanted to be sure. it turns out everything’s the same, but i’m an aries rising instead of a taurus rising like i originally thought. i’m going to be sick and my life is a lie (yes i know i’m dramatic ;_;).

what ob boy do you think would best suit a water, air, fire combo (or if it’s still rafe, how would he handle it) please and thank u bb ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

(ps. i love these astrology asks! i feel like we’re all at a sleepover.)

- violet

I think it would still be rafe but you're wayyyy more assertive with this combo but I think its contrasted with the more "neutral" libra moons need for harmony so you really gotta be pushed to the brink for the assertive side of you to come out and when it does it comes out with a force. because taurus risings are stubborn and stick their feet in the ground without budging, aries risings are stubborn and push everyone over, but you would be tempered by your libra moons need to avoid emotional conflict. so I think you could nudge rafe in the right direction subtly for a while before you gotta really get in his face, because again libra moons know how to pick their battles most times!

[diegeheimnissevonblackthornhall]

23.05.2022: Emma schreibt an Cristina III

Liebe Cristina!

Entschuldige, dass ich dich erschreckt habe, aber ich hatte gerade „Liebe Cristina“ nur mit dem Komma geschrieben und das wirkte ein bisschen fade. Also habe ich versucht, das Ganze ein wenig aufzupeppen. Und ich will von dir hören, weil ich dich vermisse und es sehr schade ist, dass du nicht in New York sein konntest.

Warum musste Nene auch ausgerechnet diesen Zeitpunkt wählen, um euch zu besuchen? Hat sie etwa Feen-Intuition und beschlossen, uns voneinander fernzuhalten? Nein, wahrscheinlich nicht, sie scheint eine ziemlich nette Person zu sein. Aber trotzdem! Tauch eine Woche später auf, Nene! Ich bin auch enttäuscht zu erfahren, dass sie nicht verraten hat, was zum Teufel im Lichten Hof so los ist. Hätte sie die Geheimnisse des Hofes an Kieran weitergegeben – der, rein technisch betrachtet, der König des Dunklen Hofes ist –, würde die Feenkönigin das wohl als „schlecht“ ansehen und Nene wäre eine „Verräterin“, aber das ist nichts im Vergleich dazu, wie sehr wir wissen wollen, was los ist.

Na ja. Wir sind zurück aus New York, wo das Wetter viel schlimmer war als in London, aber egal. Wir hatten das Foto der Kerzenständer aus der Kirche an Alec geschickt und er zeigte es seiner Mutter, die sie erkannte. Sie sagte, Robert hätte sie zusammen mit einem Haufen anderer geerbter Lightwood-Sachen von Idris nach NYC mitgenommen und sie wüsste nicht, was mit ihnen passiert sei, aber sie seien wahrscheinlich irgendwo im NY Institut. Wir haben den Geister-Sensor, also haben wir uns von Rupert verabschiedet und sind haben ein Portal genommen. (Julian fragte sich, ob Rupert uns vermissen würde, während wir weg sind, aber es ist schwer zu sagen, ob Geister das Vergehen der Zeit wahrnehmen können. Auf jeden Fall fanden wir keine traurigen Gesichter im Staub, als wir zurückkamen.)

Wir haben Jace und Clary gesehen, und Alec kam auch vorbei, um zu helfen. Ich glaube, er war wirklich neugierig, weil es ja die Sachen seiner Familie sind. (Wir hatten gehofft, Simon und Isabelle zu sehen, aber sie waren mit der Rekrutierung für die Schattenjäger-Akademie beschäftigt. Und Magnus blieb zu Hause mit den Kindern. Er schickte uns ein Video aus ihrer Wohnung, in dem er Max und Rafe fragte: „Werden wir unseren Freunden helfen?“ und sie schrien beide: „Nein!“ Es war süß. Also, Max und Rafe waren süß. Magnus hat es vielleicht ein bisschen ausgenutzt.)

Die Kerzenständer zu finden war … eigentlich ziemlich einfach, fast irgendwie enttäuschend. Sie standen im Kirchenschiff zwischen all den anderen Kerzenständern, Armleuchtern und anderen kerzenähnlichen Gegenständen. Und der Sensor hat uns direkt zu ihnen geführt. Also wurden sie während des Blitzkriegs vielleicht gar nicht entfernt, sondern die Lightwoods haben sie zurückgenommen? Oder vielleicht wurden sie entfernt und dann wieder gebracht und irgendwann danach haben Roberts Eltern sie aus der Kirche genommen? Wir werden es wahrscheinlich niemals erfahren, aber es ist eigentlich auch egal, weil wir sie nun haben. Geheimnis gelüftet.

Zur Feier des Tages bestellten wir Pizza und aßen sie im Licht der Kerzenständer. Pizza aus New York! Sie ist die Beste. Als L.A.-Mädchen schmerzt es ein wenig, das zu sagen, aber die Wahrheit ist die Wahrheit. Ich habe sie so vermisst. Pizza in London ist … nun ja, reden wir lieber nicht darüber.

Während wir aßen, fragte Jace Alec, ob es Neuigkeiten aus Idris gebe, und Julian und ich sahen uns an, weil es nie Nachrichten aus Idris gibt. Die Kohorte hat sich dort verschanzt und weigert sich, herauszukommen oder jemanden hineinzulassen, du kennst ja die Situation.

Alec erzählte, dass sie an einer neuen Version der Flammenbotschaft arbeiten, die durch die Schutzschilde um Idris herum dringen kann. Hauptsächlich nutzen sie Clarys Kräfte, um neue Runen zu erfinden. Sie haben die Botschaften schon eine Weile verschickt und verschiedene Dinge ausprobiert, aber bis vor Kurzem hatten sie keine Antworten erhalten, bis sie von einem meiner unbeliebtesten Menschen hörten: Manuel.

Alec und Manuel schreiben sich offenbar seit einer Weile Nachrichten hin- und her. Zara weigert sich, zu antworten, und Manuel deutete an, dass sie es nicht gut findet, dass er und Alec miteinander reden. Alec denkt, dass er lügen könnte und Zara vielleicht gar nichts davon weiß. Aber Alec denkt auch, dass Manuel es leid ist, dort festzustecken, und das könnte ihr Weg rein sein, da (wie wir ja alle wissen) für Manuel nur Manuel wichtiger ist als alles andere, sicherlich wichtiger, als die angebliche Mission der Kohorte. Jace sagt: Zara ist eine wahre Gläubige, aber Manuel ist nur ein Opportunist.

Das war alles natürlich super interessant, aber Julian und ich fingen an, uns schlecht zu fühlen, weil Alec ja immerhin der Konsul ist. Julian sagte, er wisse, dass Alec wichtige Aufgaben als Konsul zu erledigen habe, und es sei toll, dass er trotzdem gekommen sei, um bei der Suche nach den Kerzenleuchtern zu helfen. Und dann sagte Alec etwas wirklich Nettes! Er sagte, dass ihre New Yorker Crew immer im Geheimen arbeiten musste, dass sie den Rat immer als Feind betrachtet haben. Vielleicht nicht als Feind, aber nicht als Verbündete. Der Rat, mit dem sie aufgewachsen sind, sperrte Jace in die Stadt der Stille und weigerte sich zu glauben, dass Valentine zurückkehrt. Sie wären nie auf die Idee gekommen, den Rat um Hilfe zu bitten. Alec sagte, es sei ihm als Konsul sehr wichtig, für die Schattenjäger da zu sein, jemand zu sein, den sie kennen, mit dem sie reden und dem sie ihre Probleme vortragen können, anstatt sich zu verstecken. Und ja, wir kannten Alec schon vorher persönlich, und es sind die Kerzenständer seiner Familie, aber trotzdem ist es schön, dass er es als Teil seiner Pflichten als Konsul betrachtet, uns zu helfen, anstatt es als etwas zu betrachten, das ihn von seiner eigentlichen Arbeit abhält. Er sagte, dies sei seine eigentliche Arbeit, und wir sollten besser nicht aufhören, ihn und Magnus um Hilfe zu bitten.

Dann, nach einer Weile, verkündete Clary, dass sie und ich ein Mädelsgespräch führen müssten, und nahm mich mit zu Taki’s auf einen Kaffee. Julian ließ sie mit Jace und Alec zurück. Als ich ihn das letzte Mal sah, führte Jace ihn in die Waffenkammer, um sich die Sammlung spanischer Militärschwerter aus dem 17. Jahrhundert anzusehen, die er kürzlich irgendwo in einem der Waffenverstecke einer New Yorker Kirche gefunden hatte. Als ich wegging, sah Julian aus wie ein Welpe, der zum Impftermin beim Tierarzt gebracht wird, aber ich glaube, er hat sich amüsiert. Sagt er jedenfalls.

Clary und ich machten es uns an einem Tisch bei Taki’s bequem. Sie wollte wissen, wie es mir geht, und ich fing an, es ihr zu erzählen, aber sie wirkte abgelenkt und ich erkannte, dass sie vielleicht lieber darüber reden wollte, wie es ihr ging. Was sich als richtig herausstellte. Sie macht sich Sorgen, denn Alec glaubt gerne das Beste von den Menschen und er ist sehr optimistisch, was die Fortschritte angeht, die sie bei der Kontaktaufnahme mit Manuel gemacht haben, aber Clary hält Zara für eine manipulative Verrückte. Bei diesem Thema sind wir einer Meinung. „Glaubst du, es ist ein Trick?“, fragte ich. „Oder eine Falle?“ Sie sagte, sie wisse es nicht. Aber dann haderte sie mit sich selbst und sagte, dass sie verstehe, wie wichtig es sei, Idris zu öffnen, und dass sie wisse, dass der Rat nicht ewig gespalten überleben könne. Ich sagte, es würde sie offensichtlich sehr belasten, und sie seufzte und erzählte mir die große Neuigkeit, oder besser gesagt, das Fehlen einer großen Neuigkeit, nämlich dass sie und Jace beschlossen haben, nicht zu heiraten, bevor der Rat wieder vereint ist. Und Simon und Isabelle sehen das auch so.

„Es gibt ja keinen Grund zur Eile“, sagte sie. Dabei schaute sie aus dem Fenster und klang irgendwie traurig. „Aber wir wollen keine Hochzeit, bei der alle nur daran denken, dass Idris tabu ist und der Rat entzweit ist.“

Sie schaute immer wieder aus dem Fenster, also fragte ich sie, ob sie dort draußen jemanden gesehen habe, und sie schaute irgendwie schuldbewusst und drehte sich zu mir um. „Oh, nein, ich dachte kurz, ich hätte Jace gesehen, aber er war es nicht.“

Endlich kamen wir darauf zu sprechen, wie es mir geht, und ich konnte ihr die Sache erzählen, die mir Sorgen macht und über die wir beide schon ein wenig gesprochen haben. Nämlich, dass Julian und ich das Haus renovieren und dann ... wohl hierher ziehen werden? Wir ziehen nach London. Und weg aus Los Angeles, für immer. Und ich habe noch nicht wirklich darüber nachgedacht, wie das wäre. Ich habe es als eine Art vorübergehende Sache angesehen, bei der wir das Haus in Ordnung bringen und dann nach Hause gehen. Und es ist leicht, sich so zu fühlen, wegen all der Dinge, die mit dem Rat passieren.

Aber Julian sieht dies als unser neues Zuhause an. Und ich kann ihm nicht verübeln, dass er das möchte. Ich meine, zum einen ist er ein Blackthorn und es ist Blackthorn Hall. Aber wir sind in Los Angeles aufgewachsen. Ich bin ein L.A.-Mädchen. Dann wiederrum haben wir beide so viele schlechte Erinnerungen verbunden mit dem L.A. Institut, und es wäre schön, sie hinter uns zu lassen und neu anzufangen. Ich weiß es nicht. Findest du es manchmal seltsam, dass du jetzt in New York lebst? Und im Feenreich? Vermisst du Mexiko-Stadt?

Vielleicht ist es die Unerreichbarkeit von Idris, die es so seltsam erscheinen lässt. Ich bin mit dem Wissen aufgewachsen, dass, egal wie weit die Schattenjäger verstreut sind, wir alle in Idris ein gemeinsames Zuhause haben. Es hielt den Rat überall auf der Welt zusammen. Aber was ist, wenn Idris für uns wirklich verloren ist, Cristina?

Was ist, wenn es für immer verloren ist?

Xoxox[1]

Emma

Originaltext: © Cassandra Clare Deutsche Übersetzung: © Cathrin L. Bild: Cassandra Jean

 [1] Steht für „Umarmungen und Küsse“.

[ruthlessreaders]

Careers, Degrees & Jobs in the TT story-verse

Accountants

Billie – Certified Public Accountant (CPA)

Halle Parkswolf – Associate’s Degree in Accounting

Kayla Edwards / Kayla Edwards – payroll administrator

Tasha Cofi – “creative accounting”

Artists

Dawn Kingston – Animator

June Mason – Tattoo

Kristal Kringle – Manga

Athletes/Team Owners

Jasmine Hayes – Surfer → Surf Instructor

Myrna – Wrestler: Myrna Warrior Princess

Wilma Greenwolf – Wrestler

Artyom Rustanov – Hockey Player (Minnesota Razors) → Co-owner: Minnesota Razors

Bair Rustanov – Underground fighter

Bohdan Kolisnychenko – Wrestler: Bohdan the Terrible

Beau Prescott Jr. – American Football: quarterback (Los Angeles Suns)

Chess Rustanov – Hockey Player (Charleston Knights) → Co-owner: Minnesota Razors

Ivan Rustanov – Professional fighter

Jeb Nelson – American Football: tight end (Wisconsin Bears)

Mag Lonewolf – American Football: linebacker (Los Angeles Suns)

Magnus Scotswolf – Rugby: winger (Edinburgh Rovers)

Mick Attwater → Andrew “Mick” Atwater – Football/Soccer (FC Greenwich → Paris Triomphe FC)

Mitch – American Football: second-string quarterback (Wisconsin Bears)

Nico – American Football: second-string running back (Wisconsin Bears)

Nikolai Rustanov – Hockey Player → Owner of the Indiana Polar

Business & Marketing

Alexei Rustanov – CEO of Rustanov Enterprises

Andrew Sinclair – Head of the Global Initiative team at Sinclair Industries → Owner of Sinclair Ranch and Resort

Bair Rustanov – Heads the Moscow offices of Rustanov Enterprises

Cole Benton III – CEO of The Benton Group of Hotels and Casinos and Chairman of the Board of Directors for The Benton Group

Desmond Keane – DGK Acquisitions (multi-million-dollar real estate investment group)

Geoff Latham – COO of AudioNation

Gus Benton

Hayato Nakamura – Marketing Department of Nakamura Worldwide → CEO of GoNoToRobo

Holt Calson – CEO of Cal-Mart

Hugh Edgeworth – Chief Project Manager at GoX Aeronautics

Ivan Rustanov

Luca Ferraro – Dual degree: Juris Doctor/Master’s in Business Administration & CEO of Ferraro Disaster Management

Lukas Brandt – CEO of Weiss Fox Brewing Company

Max Benton – Marketing Degree from the Boston Institute of Technology

Nathan Sinclair – CEO of Sinclair Industries

Zahir Zaman – CEO of the Tourmaline Group

Dancers

Billie – former NFL cheerleader

Gina Bryant – stripper

Sunny Johnson – Master of Fine Arts in Dance Pedagogy and head choreographer of the Benton Revue

Prudence "Pru" Washington – former showgirl for the Benton Revue

Director

Sola Carillo – Opera Director

Doctors/Surgeons

Dr. Allison Snow – OB/GYN

Dr. Anitra Dunhill – Pediatric Oncologist

Dr. Olivia Glendaver – OB/GYN working with women with disabilities

Dr. Knud Nightwolf – Pediatric Surgeon

Dr. Rhys Prince – ER Doctor

Dr. Woods Mello – med student

Escort

Lilli Tucker – Osaka Charm girl

Executive Secretary

Milly Odoom

Historian

Alisha Ataneq – Post-colonial Alaska

Home Health Aide

Kyra Goode

Housekeepers/Nannies

Mika Hayes

Talia Marie Jeffries

Interior Designer

Gina Bryant

Lawyers/Legal Secretaries

Amber Reynolds

Janelle Ataneq

Prin Jones – legal secretary & graduated from law school

Joshua Grant

Luca Ferraro – Dual degree: Juris Doctor/Master’s in Business Administration

Sawyer Grant

Military

Joshua Grant – Former Navy SEAL

Knud Nightwolf – Special Wolf Forces (an all-lupine recon squad in the Marines)

N’Thn N’Vaise – Roq (the rank just below Commander) in the Xalthurian Military

Nago Nightwolf – Special Wolf Forces (an all-lupine recon squad in the Marines)

Rafes Nightwolf – Special Wolf Forces (an all-lupine recon squad in the Marines)

Sawyer Grant – Former Navy SEAL

T’Kan N’Vaise – General of the Xalthuria Military

Motorcycle Restoration

Mason Fairgood

Non-profit Organizations/Philantrophy

Josie Marie Witherspoon – Ruth’s House Domestic Violence Shelter in Alabama

Sam McKinley – Founder & Director of Ruth's House Domestic Violence Shelter in Indiana

Tess Malloy – shelter for teenage mothers

Skye Nelson

Stephanie Perreault – Amy Fairgood Foundation

Benjamin Brady Keane – Charitable Wing of DGK Acquisitions

Nurses

Amira Wylie – Nurse Practitioner

Bernice Daniels

Cynda – ER Nurse → Family Practice Nurse

Lilli Tucker – Pediatric Nurse

Marian Thompson – Retired

Mika Hayes – Military Nurse

Organized Crime

Desert Eagle – Sergeant at Arms of the Ruthless Reapers

Hades Fairgood – Co-president of the Ruthless Reapers

Han Zhiwei – Silent Triad Dragon

Hyena – Sergeant at Arms of the Ruthless Reapers

Luca Ferraro – Head of the Ferraro crime family

Phantom Zhang – Silent Triad Dragon

Stone Ferraro Jr. – Enforcer → North Carolina-based caporegime of the Ferraro family

Vampire – Sergeant at Arms of the Ruthless Reapers

Victor Zhang – Lead Dragon of the three Silent Triad

Waylon Fairgood – Co-president of the Ruthless Reapers

Wayne – Member of Red Diamond → Member of the Silent Triad

Physical Therapists

Layla Erin Matthews – Master’s Degree in Physical Therapy

Willa Harper – Master’s Degree in Physical Therapy

Politicians

Eva Janelle St. James – Senator of Texas → President of the United States

Josh Grant – Congressman

Rafes Nightwolf – President of the North American Lupine Council

Private Investigator

Pru Washington

Psychologists

Dr. Lena Kumar – Child Psychologist

Nyla Weathers – Master’s Degree in Child Psychology

Sylvie Pinnock – Early childcare specialist → Child Psychologist

Real Estate Moguls

Desmond Keane – DGK Acquisitions

Galen Fairgood – RR Homes

Reality TV Stars

Anitra Dunhill – Rap Star Wives → RSW: College Mic Drop → Medical Reinvention/Mello Medicine

June Mason – Lost Angels Ink

Prin Jones – His Majesty

Mason Fairgood – Bike Kings

Woods Mello – Medical Reinvention/Mello Medicine

Royalty

Alisha Ataneq – Princess of Alaska → Queen of Colorado

Fensa Greenwolf – Princess of Michigan

Halle Parkswolf – Princess of Mississippi

Janelle Ataneq – Princess of Alaska → Queen of Wyoming

Kira Garrett – Queen of Xalthuria

Ola Greenwolf – Princess of Michigan → Queen of North Dakota

Talia Marie Jeffries – Princess of Les Îles de la Victoire

Tara Hamilton – Queen of the Highland and Eastern Scottish Wolves

Tee Greenwolf – Princess of Detroit → Queen of Detroit

Tu Ataneq – Princess of Alaska → Queen of Oklahoma

Wilma Ataneq – Princess of Detroit → Queen of Alaska

Zinnia “Zin” Njeri – Queen Regent of New Terrhan

Aldrich Gerulf Pierre de Chanval du Fort – Crown Prince of Les Îles de la Victoire → King of Les Îles de la Victoire

Damianos Drákon – King of Drakkon

Fenris – King of the North Wolves

FJ – Prince of the North Wolves → King of Detroit

Grady Wulfkonig – Colorado Beta → King of Oklahoma

Kel D’Rek – King of Xalthuria

Mag Lonewolf – King of Wyoming

Magnus Scotswolf – King of the Highland and Eastern Scottish Wolves

Nago Nightwolf – King of Alaska

Olafr – Prince of the North Wolves → Detroit Beta

Rafe Nightwolf – King of Colorado → Former King of Colorado

Rafes Nightwolf – King of Colorado

T’Kan N’Vaise – King Regent of New Terrhan

Xenon – Prince of Drakkon → King of Drakkon → Betrayer King

Security

Tetsuro "Suro" Nakamura – Global Head of Security for Rustanov Enterprises

Singers/Songwriters

Kyra Goode – Songwriter

Prin Jones – Songwriter

Reina Smith – Songwriter and was a member of the 90’s girl group Enjenue

Rhonda – Member of the 90’s girl group Enjenue

Roxxy Weathers – Stage Name: Roxxy RoxX

Sharon – Member of the 90’s girl group Enjenue

Thel Okeanos – Opera Singer with the stage name Sirena Gale

Colin Fairgood – Country Music Singer

Griff Latham – Country trap music superstar with the stage name G-Latham

West Nygard – Lead singer of Death Buddha

Social Workers

Eva St. James

Layla Rustanov

Naima Almonte

Sam McKinley

Speechwriter

Neisha Winters

Teachers/Professors

Alisha Ataneq – History Professor

Cera Winslow – Special Education Teacher

Technology & Sciences

Fensa Greenwolf – Theoretical Physics

Tara Hamilton – Platform Engineer for the Royal Scottish Bank

Go Gutierrez – Chief Technology Officer of GoNoToRobo

Iain Scotswolf – Chief Technology Officer of AlgoFortune

Nago Nightwolf – Engineer

No Nakamura – Master’s Degree in Robotics

Rashid Zaman – Future Bionics (an exoskeleton tech company)

Video Game Designer

Tee Greenwolf – Viking Shifters, Ninja Shifters, etc.

Vloggers/Youtubers

Chloe Adams – Black Mountain Woman

Krissy July – Rom Tell That

Waitresses

Rhonda

Tasha Cofi

Yoga Instructor

Reina Smith

[innerbanks]

i laugh everytime i watch this bc its the most frat boy thing ive ever heard in my life and these arent even frat guys. but its their destiny, im sure

[northcarolinanative]

𝐍𝐨 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝

Requested by @whats-goingon22: Good morning :)! I have a request where John B has a younger sister who works at the wreck and doesn’t always get to go on the missions because she’s working. Well, one day DCS shows up for her, with a cop on standby. And it’s a kicking and screaming match but they manage to get her in the police car. DCS woman and cop go to talk to Kiara’s dad, and she’s left in the car, freaking out, but she doesn’t know is that John b and the pogues saw the whole thing and are trying to get her out the car?

Description: Y/N is John B’s sister, and hasn’t been kept in the loop because he is worried about her getting hurt along with their treasure hunt. He fails to tell her that DCS is back to sniffing around and sticking their noses where it doesn’t belong. Y/N gets taken by Cheryl, but she can’t break herself out alone. 

A/N: I have zero ideas on how DCS works so I just pulled from the show and how they portrayed it. This one was a little different than what I am used to, but I really liked writing it. I am sorry it took me so long I just saw it at the bottom of my inbox:( I hope you like it:) As always my requests/asks/messages are open. Thank you all so much for reading my work:) 

Being a Pogue meant having a job as soon as you were able to work because that’s what it takes to stay above water. I was no exception to this, especially when my father disappeared and Uncle Teddy decided that his gambling took precedence over me and my brother, John B. The Routledge kids were what we had been called growing up, never really seeing one without the other. Though in recent weeks that has not been true. John B had lost his job working for Ward Cameron after he stole scuba tanks. We found a shipwreck on the marsh maze and John B wanted to see what contraband was on the ship. John B and our best friend JJ had come up with the idea that it was a smuggling ship. I mean they could have been right, who willingly goes out, in an open boat, in a hurricane if they are doing something legal? 

The ‘scuba mission,’ as Kie and I had coined it,  was the last one that I had been told about. The guys, especially John B, made sure that I was safe by going on missions while I was at work. After the groupers had shot at us in the marsh JB wasn’t having it. Not one bit. He said I needed to stay as far out of it as possible. The only reason that I had found out about the compass or that all of this had related back to our dad was because of Peterkin. She was trying to keep JB and me afloat and on the island. When I found out that John B had given her the compass I was pissed, to say the least. That was the last thing that we had left of our father and he handed it off the Peterkin for what? Protection? We didn’t need protection, we had been just fine for months now. 

Because of our fight, JB and I had been avoiding each other for a couple of days, not exactly speaking. I wanted John B to know that he messed up giving our father’s compass to the cops, but because of my own stubbornness, I had no idea what the group had been up to. They seemed to always been leaving early in the morning or coming in late, making it easier to avoid John B, but still left me completely in the dark. I tossed my keys in a basket, rounding the corner to the main area of the house. 

I jumped as I saw a large man to my right, he moved to stand blocking the hallway I had just moved from. I looked in front of me and there she was, Cheryl. The dreaded DCS lady. I rolled my eyes and huffed as she stood up crossing her arms across her chest.

“Cheryl look, I told you that Uncle T would be back tonight, so it’s a bad time for check-in as it’s only like what?” I look down at my wrist, pretending to read a watch. “Like 11 am.” I took a step away from the large man standing only feet from me.

“We’re here to take you, Y/N.” She stayed standing up. I scoffed and moved further into the house and toward the kitchen. “We know teddy hasn’t been here for months.” 

“What? You and Mr.Bighead here stalking me now?” I asked. I met eyes with the officer, before trying to move through the kitchen to get outta the house. 

“That was a mistake, kid.” He said before barreling into me and grabbing my arms behind my back. “You’re not getting outta here.” I heard the clink of metal and felt the cool handcuffs slide around my wrists. 

“Seriously Cheryl?” I asked, my eyes growing wide. I tried my best to move my arms trying to get myself away from the officer. “Isn’t this a little bit excessive?” She eyed the officer behind me as if to ask the same question. I pulled myself away from him as he began to answer 

“Already lost of Routledge today, we’re not gonna make it two.”

Then it sank in, they tried to get John B too. I had to get out of this. I began walking toward Cheryl. “Really? See Uncle Teddy just went to the mainland for the day to get some supplies and stuff. Ya know, we did just have Hurricane!” I exclaimed. She just shook her head. She didn’t believe me.

That’s when I decided to bolt. I ran past Cheryl bumping her shoulder hard enough to make her fall into the couch behind me. I pushed myself against the swinging door. And into the back yard. My hands being held behind my back by the cuffs proving to make it much more difficult. I heard yelling behind me as I tried to hurry down the stairs without face planting. I made it into the yard realizing I had nowhere to go through the back. My hesitation cost me my escape though. Before I knew it the officer was on my tail and lunged forward stopping me from moving ahead. I got a face full of dry dirt and dead grass.

“Seriously, kid just get in the car and things will be a lot easier for the two of us.” The officer started to pull my arms in the direction of his cop car. I, of course, was not getting in the car of my own accord. So I stood my ground, making my weight hard, trying not to move. 

Before I could realize what was happening the officer huffed and lifted me by my middle. I started kicking my legs back and forth trying to pull myself from his grip. It seemed effective. I glanced at the car seeing Cheryl standing by the open SUV door with her arms crossed. “Why are you doing this? I’m literally doing just fine here!” The cop turned and I was able to see into the woods. 

What caught my eye made me want to smile, or cry. I couldn’t tell at the moment. I saw a mop of golden hair first and then my brother standing beside him, both hunched over hiding behind a tree. JJ put his finger to his lips telling me not to say anything. Then I looked beside him, John B’s face held nothing but fear. He nodded at me, and I nodded back, silently agreeing that we would get out of this. The officer put me in the car and walked to the driver’s side. I had to think fast and quick. The Wreck, no doubts that Kie was there, and it was close enough that the boys could follow us there. 

“Cheryl this is great and all really, but Um? Now I’m all dirty and gross.” She scoffed and turned to look at me. “So this is supposed to be better? Sending me to the mainland with nothing but the dirty clothes on my back.” She looked at the officer who just rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

“Is there anyone that we can stop and talk to? Get your clothes while we do your paperwork?” She questioned. 

“You mean besides Uncle Teddy?” I scoffed, causing Cheryl to roll her eyes this time. “Yes, the Carreras, they’ve been helping me and John B a lot,” I stated. 

Cheryl looked at the officer and nodded. I guess they never need to speak. They must pull kids from their happiness often, they have it down to a science. I pulled on the metal cuffs, each minute that passed making them more uncomfortable. 

As the car rolled over the gravel of the parking lot to the Wreck. “Can you take these damn things off please?” I said shaking the metal so they could hear. “They're too tight and they hurt.” 

“Not a chance. You’ve already decided to be a flight risk.” He said. 

Before Cheryl got out of the car she asked the officer to lay off a bit. I appreciated her sliver of humanity she seemed to have left. I huffed leaning back onto my arms in the hot cop car. “So officer,” I started, my tone coming off mocking,” What’s your name?” He stayed quiet, just looking at me through the rearview mirror. “Ight. Good talk.” 

I looked out the window to see Kie. Flailing her arms in the direction of the police car. Her hair was all messed up. “Officer you need to help me. There- there was someone over there they yelled at me and they ran that way! They were super scary.” She pointed to the woods behind her. “Please!” She begged as she came closer to the car. The officer opened the door before pressing the lock button and pulling his keys from the ignition. He slowly moved out of the car and toward Kie. She kept pointing him in the direction away from the car. I looked around frantically trying to figure out how to get out of the car. A knock to the window to my right scared me causing me to jump. 

John B was hunched down just below the window. “Unlock the Door!” He whispered through the glass, the urgency clear in his voice. I reached around trying to use my hands from behind me to pull the lock pin up and unlock the door. I saw the deputy getting upset with Kie, obviously learning that she did not have anything actually wrong with her. 

Then the pin clicked up and the door was unlocked. Everything after happened so fast. I almost fell out of the car as John B pulled it open the second the lock was up. I fell into JJ, who hurried me to the side of the Wreck and into Kie’s SUV. I pulled myself into the back corner ducking my head down as the rest of the pogues followed suit. Pope taking the driver's seat. We pulled out as Cheryl came out to see the back door to the SUV open and the cop cursing himself. Both looked dumbfounded, enough to cause me to chuckle a little bit. 

Once we were safely away from the others I sat up. “So who knows how to pick a lock so I can get out of these cuffs?” I posed as Kie and Pope turned to look and see that I was in fact still in handcuffs. Kie reached up and pulled a bobby pin from her hair. 

“Turn around.” She laughed and began to work on getting the cuffs undone” 

“That was pretty badass back there Y/N,” JJ spoke from the passenger seat. 

“Maybe, but you're lucky we saved you.” John B chuckled. 

“Don’t be so cocky. I heard they got you too.” I said as Kie got the handcuffs unlocked. Holding them up victoriously. 

“Thanks for saving me though guys,” I said with a smile. 

“No pogue’s left behind,” John B said reaching around Kie to squeeze my shoulder. 

--

Masterlist 

[the-pope-is-in]

"the Outer Banks, paradise on Earth. It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island."

"we're the Pogues and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time."

"you know I don't slum it with Pogues" - tate johnson

"stupid things have good outcomes all the time" - jj maybank

"you can worry about it after we're done surfing" - john b. routledge

"I was on the math team" - pope heyward

"I think I'd know if I was shot, right?" - kiara carrera

"don't worry, I will sugar mama you" - sarah cameron

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The Girl with No Heartbeat Pt.3 ⊰JJ Maybank⊱

Part One! Part Two!

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Word Count - 5554 Warnings - Swearing Synopsis - Mera joins John B at the Cameron residence, underwhelmed by their attitude toward her new friends. She offers an olive branch to someone, who doesn’t take it.  A/N - Here is part 3! Thank you all for the love and support on both the series and the insert series! I really appreciate all of you. Also, thank you for 100 followers!

The net tangled around her. Mera tried to pull it off of her, tried to tear the ropes with her teeth like she was used to, but these ropes wouldn’t break. She wasn’t underwater, but on land, standing in an empty field. The only one there was her. The only company she had was the suffocation of the net. She had to get it off. If she didn’t get the net off, she knew she was going to die. If that was how it worked below the surface, that’s how it must work here. Free yourself, Ira’s voice hissed in her ear. Only you can get yourself out. “My friends will come,” Mera told the voice. “They will come and save me.” She heard their laughter first. A smile spread across Mera’s face. She tried to turn toward the sound of their voices, but she couldn’t move. When she opened her mouth to call out to them, nothing came out. Panic started to settle into Mera’s chest as her breathing began to speed up. Her friends walked across the field and she finally caught sight of them. A smile spread across her face. Knowing she couldn’t call out to them, she pulled and pulled and pulled against the rope. With every ounce of effort she put into the rope, she felt the strength leave her body. To her horror, Mera watched as her friends walked right past her, not a hundred yards away. They laughed and joked and shoved each other, but they did not see her. Her cries were silent, her pleas unheard. “Please see me,” she begged, her mouth making no sounds. “Please help me.” They walked farther and farther until they were no longer in sight. Eventually, Mera couldn’t even hear their voices anymore. She tried to pull herself from the net, but her energy was draining quickly. There came a time when even the weight of the net was too much for her. It pushed her down to her knees first, tears brimming on the edges of her eyes. “Come back.” Her voice was like gravel as the rope net pushed her farther and farther to the ground. “Don’t leave me.” Once her face pressed into the dirt, she let out a quiet sob, finally letting herself realize that they weren’t coming back for her. “Mera,” a voice called to her. “Hey, Mera.” “JJ?” She tried to lift her eyes, to find where his voice was coming from. “Help me. Please don’t leave me.” “Wake up, Mera,” he said. She felt her shoulder shake. “I’m right here, just wake up.” Mera squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head as the rope started to shove her deeper into the dirt, the earth swallowing her. “Help me,” she whimpered, barely opening her mouth as dirt started to bury her. “C’mon, Mera,” JJ’s voice said. “Wake up.” The dirt covered her completely, pouring into her mouth, her nose, her ears. She could feel it tear down her throat, ripping through her stomach. She let out a quiet cry. There was no more light, just the darkness and the dirt and the rope digging into her skin. “Mera, you have to breathe.” 

Mera shook her head. She couldn’t. She couldn’t breathe. You cannot rely on your new friends. Ira said, voice booming and ear-shattering. Mera moved to cover her ears with her hands. You left us for them and look where you are now. “Mera!” Her eyes snapped open suddenly, sucking in deep gasps. A low light flitted in through the window, illuminating the floor bed around her. Trying to steady her breathing, Mera turned to find JJ looking down at her, a hand on her shoulder. “You good?” He asked, sitting back as she pushed herself upward. Mera nodded slowly, her mouth dry. “Just a nightmare.” She ran her hands through her hair and tried to smile. “I haven’t had one of those in a long time.” “You got me good there,” JJ said, leaning his head against the headboard. “You stopped breathing for a bit.” “I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said, trying to get her breathing to steady. “Nah,” JJ closed his eyes and shook his head. “I get ‘em too. What did you dream about?” Mera glanced up at him before looking back at her hands. She wasn’t sure if she should tell him that she was dreaming about him and his friends walking away when she needed them, after all they had done to help her. She didn’t want to sound ungrateful. “I was tied up in a net,” she said, breathing slowly. “I couldn’t get out. I tried to, but I got weaker and weaker until I was in the ground, choking on dirt. I couldn’t breathe.” JJ nodded his head, lips twitching. “The suffocating ones are always scary,” he said. Mera looked up at him again. She tried to remind herself that even if she saw him walking away in the dream, he was the one who had pulled her out of it. Whatever happened in the dream was a lie. “Rise and shine!” John B burst through the door with a smile on his face. When he saw them both sitting up, his smile faltered. “You’re awake?” JJ cocked an eyebrow as he turned to look at John B. “Yes,” Mera said, sliding out of bed. “I will change, John B.” “I can make something to eat,” JJ said, jumping up and pushing past his friend in the doorway. “What was that about?” John B asked Mera as she dug through the bag of clothes for a shirt befitting meeting someone who would give her employment. “I had a nightmare,” Mera said. She saw no point in keeping secrets, especially from John B. He was her ‘cousin’ after all and she was living under his roof. “JJ was just trying to help.” John B nodded his head slowly. “I wanna talk about Ward Cameron real quick,” John B said, picking something off of the nightstand and fiddling with it. “The man we are going to talk to?” Mera asked as she pulled off the tank top she was wearing. John B’s eyes widened and he looked back down, blushing. “I, uh, yeah.” He stammered for a bit, trying not to look up at her. Mera pulled on something that looked at least slightly fancy, not really noticing John B’s discomfort. “He’s, uh, rich guy numero uno, but he’s been pretty good to me since I started working there.” “He sounds respectable,” Mera said, untying the elastic on the sweats she was wearing. John B’s cheeks reddened even further and he turned around. “I really shouldn’t be here.” 

“I thought you needed to talk about Ward Cameron?” “Yeah, maybe when you have some clothes on.” Mera stopped in the middle of pulling the jeans back onto her legs. She cringed and finished pulling them on. “I’m sorry, John B. Privacy was not a luxury on my ship. I should have thought about it first,” Mera said. “No problem,” he said, chuckling nervously and waving a hand through the air. “Just don’t go around taking your clothes off in front of other people, yeah?” Mera smiled at the back of his head. “Yeah.” “You decent?” “Yes.” John B turned around. “Is this appropriate to meet Ward Cameron in?” John B nodded his head, trying not to stare for too long. “Now, we need to come up with a solid lie that we never go back on, alright?” John B walked across the room and threw an arm around Mera’s shoulders. “For example, where does your mom live?” “I am unfamiliar with the current geography of the world,” Mera said as he led her out of his bedroom. “So, let’s say California. It’s on the other side of the continent,” John B said, to which Mera nodded. “Next question. What does your mother do for a living? We have to think of something that would keep her from coming with you, so she always has to be busy.” Mera’s shoulders sagged. There was so little she knew about this world, how would she manage to ever get anything done? Even if she worked for Ward Cameron, there was no way she would know how to handle the technology the current world was surrounded by. “What about a lawyer?” JJ offered as they walked into the dining room. When Mera looked up at him, he was spreading what looked like thick, brown butter across a piece of bread. “Lawyers are busy.” “Good!” John B snapped his fingers. “Your mom is a defense attorney with cases stacked taller than her head so she couldn’t make the trip down.” Mera nodded her head. The words from her dream flitted back into her mind. Only you can free yourself. There was no way Mera would have ever survived if it wasn’t for these people, her friends. She would have died on the beach yesterday morning. Mera was slowly starting to realize that humans weren’t solitary creatures for a reason. They needed each other and she needed her friends, it was the only way she was going to get out of the net. “Defense attorney,” she said, her mood rising. “California.” “She needs a name,” JJ said, setting one piece of buttered bread down on a plate. “What about Amarylis, after my real mother?” Mera offered. “That could work,” JJ said, pointing the knife at John B. “My dad always says the best way to lie is to mostly tell the truth.” “There is very little truth going on here,” Mera said. JJ shrugged. “Amarylis…” John B mused, dropping his arm from around Mera’s shoulders and walking over to the table. “Cael,” Mera said, eyes fixed on the floor. “Her name will be Amarylis Cael.” JJ and John B glanced at each other. “That’s fine by me,” John B said, hopping onto the table. “And that means that your name will be Mera Cael.” Mera smiled. “I can live with that.” “Perfect!” John B clapped his hands together “If Ward asks you any other questions just remember what you said to him and tell us later, so we don’t have any cracks in our lie.” Mera nodded as JJ turned around, balancing three plates of bread on his arm. “Peanut butter toast,” he said, offering a plate to Mera. “My specialty.” “Thank you,” she said, taking the plate and sliding into a chair. Taking a bite of the toast, Mera was unsure at first what to think. The peanut butter was sticky and thick, making her teeth feel funny. But it was good. And the toast was just bread, but warm. “This is good,” she said, covering her mouth as she tried to finish chewing. JJ smiled, chewing on his own piece. “At least someone appreciates my cooking,” he said pointedly to John B. “It’s toast, JJ. That’s not cooking.” Mera smiled again and continued to eat. There was a moment of silence between the three of them. “How did you guys sleep last night?” John B asked, hiding a smirk by taking a large bite of his toast. JJ kicked John B under the table and Mera let out a laugh. John B kicked JJ back and soon enough there was an entire foot war underneath the dining table. “I believe that it is time for us to go,” Mera said, rising with her empty plate. “You gotta brush your teeth first, Mera,” John B said. “My...teeth?” “Yup.” John B stood, shoving his plate toward JJ. “I’ve got an extra toothbrush you can use.” It was a strange situation for both of them. Mera had never brushed her teeth using a toothbrush before. Sure, they had things to keep her teeth clean and from falling out, but a toothbrush was completely foreign to her. It was strange for John B to be teaching a girl his age how exactly to use a toothbrush. By the time they came out of the bathroom, both of them were relatively uncomfortable. Mera’s mouth felt minty and strange as she shifted her jaw and ran her tongue over her teeth. “We’re going to head out, JJ,” John B said, throwing up a hand to wave. “See ya,” JJ said, not looking up at them as John B and Mera headed for the door. “Thank you for breakfast, JJ,” Mera said before she walked out. He turned to her with a smile, but she could see that it was forced. “Anytime.” The sun shined down on her once she stepped outside. Mera took a moment to breathe in the light, the smell of the water. John B waited silently as she soaked it all in. She was able to step away after a few moments, following after John B again. When she looked back at the house, she saw JJ turning away from the window. “You sit up front on that side,” John B said. Mera nodded and walked around the van. It was strange to her; made of orange metal, with small wheels made out of something that wasn’t wood. There were no horses to pull it along, no animal at all. “It’s got an engine,” John B said, as if reading her mind or maybe just her facial expression. “It’s in the front and helps it go forward. I can explain more on the way.” Mera tried not to feel sick as the van sputtered when John B turned the key. The drive to Ward Cameron’s wasn’t as horrible as Mera thought it would be. With John B explaining how exactly a car worked, she realized that the feeling in her stomach was similar to the one she felt after months on the sea. She would just have to get used to it again. “There is so much in this world I don’t understand,” Mera said, the wind blowing her hair around. “What if Ward Cameron asks me to do something I don’t know how to do?” “I’ll help you,” John B said. “We’ll figure it out.” His vague optimism wasn’t really helping the queasiness of Mera’s stomach feel any better. Still, she appreciated his effort. When they pulled up to the house where John B worked, Mera immediately remembered what JJ had said about the kooks, the filthy rich. The word seemed fitting. The Cameron house was large and white, brooding over the small people who worked outside it. People owned houses like these while there were others on the street who had no roof over their heads. The thought rotted in Mera’s stomach. “This way, Mera,” John B called from the other side of the van. She turned and followed after him, taking her eyes away from the large building. John B led her to the docks, toward what Mera assumed was a modern age ship. It was small and ugly, the sunlight glaring off of the white surface. She grimaced at the sight of it. If her mother saw what ships looked like now, she would roll in her grave. “Mr. Cameron?” John B called, cupping his hands around his mouth. In a few seconds, a man popped his head out of the presumed cabin, a smile on his face. His hair was short, a peppered beard on his face. He looked far too kind to be the captain of any ship. Ward Cameron walked over to the side of the boat, a smile on his face. Mera suddenly remembered what she was doing here and forced herself to smile despite her disgust. “John B!” Ward Cameron said. “You’re here early.” “Yes, Sir,” John B said and put a hand on the upper part of Mera’s back. “I wanted to introduce you to my cousin, Mera. She’s staying with me and my Uncle T.” Ward Cameron leaned down and offered his hand for her to shake. This form of greeting was much more common now than it ever had been before. “Ward Cameron,” he said. “Wonderful to meet you.” “Mera Cael,” Mera said, her smile growing hearing the sound of her father’s name come from her own lips. “So, you’re staying with John B?” Mera nodded. “Yes, Sir.” 

“Why don’t you meet my kids, they’re just inside the boat. Come on,” Ward waved for them to step onto the boat. “Rafe won’t say anything,” John B assured Mera when she glanced back at him. He hopped onto the boat and then helped her climb inside after him. Even just standing on the boat felt like sacrilege. If Mera’s mother saw her now…. “This is my son, Rafe,” Ward Cameron said. Rafe turned around and Mera was satisfied to see a bruise running over his nose. “We’ve met before,” Rafe said, clenching his jaw. Mera didn’t let her smile waver. She kept her gaze steady, watching his eyes shift under hers. “Why didn’t you say anything, Rafe?” Ward Cameron asked, clapping his son on the back. “It was a brief meeting, Mr. Cameron,” Mera said, tilting her head to the side. “Uneventful. He probably forgot it happened as soon as I walked away.” “Please, call me Ward,” he said as he moved farther into the cabin. “Sarah, Wheezie! There’s someone I want you to meet.” Rafe tightened his fists once his dad’s back was turned, but Mera simply raised an eyebrow. She felt John B tense next to her, prepared for whatever was to come. But Mera knew boys like Rafe. They talked big and acted big, but beat them once and they generally never come for you again. Generally. A series of footsteps could be heard coming from down below. Ward walked up to Rafe again, a wide smile on his face. Two girls emerged from below deck. There was an older girl, who looked an awful lot like a sister Mera once had beneath the water, and a younger girl wearing what looked like glasses. “This is Sarah and Wheezie,” Ward said. Mera finally broke eye contact with Rafe to interact with the girls. “I’m Mera Cael,” she said, shaking both of their hands. “How long did you say you were staying here for?” Ward asked. Mera breathed in a deep breath and then let it out. Lie by telling the truth. “I’m not sure. We never really had a set date for my return home,” Mera said, glancing over at John B, who gave her a tiny nod. “Well, it’s wonderful to have you here, Mera,” Ward said. “Sarah, Wheezie, Rafe, why don’t you take Mera inside and show her around for a bit while John B here gets started on his work?” John B opened his mouth to protest, but Mera spoke first. “That sounds great,” she said. John B looked at her but she nodded her head. “It’ll be fine.” “JJ told me not to leave you alone,” John B muttered to her as the Cameron family started to shuffle around. “Have you ever listened to him before?” She asked, raising a brow. John B sighed, hands on his hips. “ I’ll be fine, John B.” “If you get your work done ahead of schedule, I’ll let you go early,” Ward said, his smile ever present. John B nodded his head, looking back at Mera one last time before following Ward back out onto the deck. “So, Mera,” Rafe said, walking toward her. “Where are you from?” “California,” she said. “You’re pretty pale for living in California.” “God, Rafe, don’t be such a freak,” Sarah said, pushing past her older brother to stand in front of Mera. “Forgive him, he’s been diagnosed with chronic jackass. I can lead the tour.” 

“That would be wonderful.” Sarah linked her arm with Mera’s and led her out. Mera sent a look back at Rafe, who glared at her, hands shoved into his pockets. Sarah helped Mera off of the boat and didn’t wait for either Rafe or Wheezie before heading off toward the house. Mera spent half of the time wondering why it looked so familiar to her. Sarah showed her almost every room in the house, including all the rooms. Rafe tried to keep his door shut, but Sarah shoved it open. “What are you hiding in here, Rafe?” Sarah asked with a mischievous grin as she stepped inside. “Sarah, get out of my room,” Rafe growled. It felt wrong to invade his personal space, rude as he was. Mera stood outside with Wheezie while Rafe tried to pull Sarah out of his room. “Did you do that to his nose?” Wheezie whispered to Mera. Mera looked down at her, mouth open. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. He did cry about it for a bit though.” Mera smiled, arms crossed over her stomach. “Are you really John B’s cousin?” Wheezie asked. “You’re way too pretty.” 

Mera tried not to say anything that would make things awkward, so she just laughed, looking down at her feet. “Yes, Wheezie, John B is my cousin. I do appreciate the compliment though,” Mera said with a wink. Eventually, Sarah walked out of Rafe’s room. He slammed the door with a huff, glaring at his sister, who was still smiling like a little devil. “Let me introduce you to Rose,” Sarah said, taking Mera by the hand, leading her back downstairs. Wheezie followed close behind, Rafe dragging his feet. Rose, Sarah’s stepmom, was in the kitchen, pouring a glass of yellow liquid for herself. When she saw the kids walking in, Rose looked up with a smile. “Who’s this?” She asked, her lips painted in a perfect red. “Rose, this is Mera. She’s visiting from California,” Sarah said, sliding into one of the chairs at the bar. Mera was in awe of the kitchen they stood in. She recognized almost nothing inside, but she tried to cover up her shock. “It’s a pretty kitchen, isn’t it?” Rose asked, a proud smile on her face. Mera looked back at her and nodded, flabbergasted. The gally of the pirate ship was the only kitchen Mera had ever seen, but this one was larger than the entire lower deck, it seemed. “It definitely cost a pretty penny.” “Come sit,” Sarah said, patting one of the chairs beside her. Mera complied, startled when the chair started to swivel beneath her. She swallowed whatever surprise she felt and sat as still as she could so it wouldn’t move again. “Want some lemonade?” Rose asked, lifting the pitcher. “I would love some,” Mera said, admiring the glass that the lemonade was held in. “Can I have some too?” Rafe asked, sitting on the other side of her. “You’re a big boy, Rafe,” Rose said, her sweet words turning to poison. “I think you can get some for yourself.” Mera felt her stomach drop. She tried not to look at Rafe as Rose handed her the glass of lemonade. She wasn’t sure she wanted it now. Rolling the glass along its edge, Mera felt her cheeks redden. Without saying anything, she slid the glass closer to Rafe and looked up at him. When he finally lifted his head to look at her, she nodded toward the glass. Did she want to try lemonade? Sure, but there were a million other times she could try it. Sometimes, an olive branch can only be offered once. But Rafe didn’t take it. Instead, he stood up and stormed out of the room. “What a drama queen,” Sarah said with a roll of her eyes. Mera felt the sour feeling in her stomach twist and push its way up into her throat. “Come on. Let’s go outside. You can bring the lemonade.” 

Mera followed Sarah outside, relishing the feel of the sun once again. “What’s it like living with John B?” Sarah asked, tapping her finger against a glass of water. Mera breathed in. “I’ve only been there a day,” Mera said. “But him and his friends have been wonderful.” “You mean the Pogues?” Sarah scoffed and took a drink of water. “Wonderful isn’t really the word I would use to describe them.” “They’ve helped me a lot since coming here. It is a different world than I’m used to. They took me in as if I was already one of their own,” Mera said, the need to defend her friends burning in her chest. “Look, Mera, I can understand why you feel that way.” Sarah put a hand on her elbow. “But believe me, they’re a bad crowd.” “And you’re better?” Mera hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but Sarah didn’t take offense. Instead, the girl smiled at Mera with the same mischievous grin she had in Rafe’s room. “Hell no.” They walked around the property for a bit, chatting about little things, their previous conversation forgotten almost instantly. “You said you don’t know when you’re leaving, right?” Sarah asked. “No,” Mera said. “But I want to stay here forever.” “Yeah, everyone does. Well, if you want, I can talk to my dad about getting you a temporary job here or something. I would love to have you around more, especially if it means getting you off the cut,” Sarah said, setting her glass on the porch railing. Mera ignored the jab at her friends and smiled. “Really? You would do that?” Mera asked. Sarah gave her a real smile, a kind one. “Of course.” 

“Hey, Sarah!” Mera and Sarah both turned around to see another boy running over. “Hey, Top!” Sarah said. He walked up to them with a smile and threw an arm around Sarah. Mera stood by as he pressed his lips to Sarah’s. Mera tapped her finger against her glass and looked away, grimacing. “Top,” Sarah said, pulling away finally. “This is Mera. Mera, this is Topper.” Topper smile at Mera. “It’s nice to meet you,” Topper said. “You, too.” Mera noted how Sarah didn’t mention John B. That either said something about their relationship or Topper’s attitude toward the Pogues. The three talked for a bit, but it was filler talk. They had nothing else to talk about so they spoke to the weather, the end of school, and a number of meaningless things. With every passing second, Mera felt more and more uncomfortable. “Topper!” Rafe jogged out of the house and Mera almost felt relief at the sight of him. She would rather have a screaming match right here in the grass than listen to Sarah and Topper talk any longer. When Rafe made eye contact with her, he didn’t glare. Maybe he had seen the olive branch and, even if he didn’t take it, he understood it for what it was. Rafe stole Topper away to “talk about dude things”, leaving Mera with Sarah. “You wanna go for a swim?” Sarah asked. Mera felt her smile wobble, before pasting it back on. “No, thank you. I don’t really have many clothes right now and I would hate to get these dirty,” she said. It was a partial truth, even if her clothes were the least of her worries when it came to the water. She wasn’t sure if she would even be allowed to put her feet in the ocean, let alone swim. It wasn’t like there was a manual for what a mermaid was to do once they left the ocean. Mera didn’t know her limits and she wasn’t sure she would test them right now. “Come on,” Sarah said. “You can borrow something of mine. It’s so hot out and-”    “I really appreciate it, Sarah,” Mera said, tone hard. “But I don’t think I should be swimming right now.” Sarah’s smile fell for half a second, but eventually she nodded. “Yeah, of course. We can go back inside, play pool or something until John B is done on the Druthers.” Mera was grateful that Sarah didn’t push any farther. The room with the pool table was bigger than John B’s entire house. Mera had played pool once in England when she was trying to scam information about a slave merchant. She wasn’t sure she really remembered how to play. Luckily for her, Sarah was more than willing to teach it. Partway through their first game, Topper and Rafe walked in, sitting in the chairs. Topper, naturally, rooted for Sarah, being far more enthusiastic than needed for a pool game. Rafe, naturally, rooted against Sarah, meaning he was rooting for Mera. But Mera was losing. The one time she played pool, she played it horribly on purpose to get her target’s attention. She was starting to realize that maybe she wasn’t pretending to be bad. They had just started their third game when John B walked in. “Get out,” Rafe said, standing quickly. “Relax, big man,” John B said with his hands in the air. “Just here for my cousin.”    “Hey, John B,” Mera said, brushing the blue powder onto the tip of her pool stick.    “Hey, cos.” He walked around the table and bumped Mera’s shoulder with his. “Are you winning?” “Definitely not.” 

“Sarah, were you not going to tell me that she was John B’s cousin?” Topper asked, looking at Mera with narrowed eyes. Sarah looked like she was going to say something, but Mera spoke first, leaning against the pool stick. “Would you look at me differently if she had?” “Careful, Top,” Rafe said, keeping his eyes trained on Mera. “She might hit you.”    Mera glared down a Rafe. “Let’s postpone this game, huh?” John B said, offering a peaceful smile. “I’ll take Mera home.” “Sure,” Mera said, setting her jaw and not looking away from Rafe. “Thank you for your hospitality, Sarah.” “I’ll talk to my dad,” Sarah said, taking the pool stick from her. “Just remember what I said about the Pogues, yeah?” Mera had no intention of doing that, but she nodded her head anyway. “See ya, boys,” John B said as he led Mera out of the room. “Don’t let them get to you.” “I want to tear his face off.” “Yeah, you’re not the only one.” 

***

Mera was still fuming when they got back to the house. “Hey.” John B hurried to catch up with her. “Slow down, Mera.” She spun around quickly, furious tears in her eyes. “They sit in their fancy houses drinking their perfectly clear water and lemonade, bashing you and the others, saying you’re bad news, no good. Yet they neglect their own. They have no respect for each other. They have no understanding of forgiveness or compassion or fairness. They are cruel, cruel people living at that house, John B, cruel.” Mera swallowed as she finished, sucking in a deep breath with her hands on her hips. “I didn’t realize it bothered you that much,” John B said. Mera shook her head, covering her face with her hands. “I was fine until they started talking about you and the Pogues. I just don’t understand. 350 years, millions of inventions and improvement, and yet the world has gone nowhere!” Mera let out a huff and dropped to the ground. John B tentatively sat beside her, almost afraid to get in the way of her fury. “That’s just how it is here, Mera,” he said, voice soft. “That’s how it always is.” Mera sighed, tears gathered in her eyes from her frustration. When she looked at John B, he smiled and she felt the anger start to disappear. She heaved out a sigh. “So what do you do when everyone else is at work?” It wasn’t until the sun went down that the rest of the Pogues returned. JJ climbed out of Kiara’s truck with a large, metal barrel, a grin on his face. “What’s in there?” Mera asked John B, setting his hackey sack down on the ground. “A bunch of alcohol.” John B looked at her with a half-grin. “Hey, Mera!” Kiara said, jumping out of the car. Kiara threw her arms around Mera’s neck and gave her a tight hug. “How was the Cameron abode?” Pope asked, helping JJ carry the alcohol out of the truck. Mera huffed out a deep sigh and rolled her eyes. “They’re pigs,” Mera said. “Except maybe Sarah and Wheezie. But especially Rafe.” “Did he say anything to you?” JJ asked, setting the alcohol down harder than he should have, leaving all the weight on Pope. “Nope,” Mera said quickly. “No, nothing.” “Good,” JJ said, walking by her with a wink. “Wouldn’t want to drive up there and beat his ass.” “I think if Rafe tried anything,” Pope said, trying to carry the alcohol by himself over to the van. “Mera would have beat his ass herself.” “You know it.” “So we’re going to bring this kegger to the boneyard and get the party started, yeah?” John B said, finally helping Pope lift the alcohol into the van. “Do you want to change?” Kiara asked, putting a hand on Mera’s elbow. “Do you think I need to?” “Well, we end up in the ocean a lot and wet jeans aren’t very fun,” Kiara said. Another mention of the ocean. Mera shook her head slowly. “I don’t think that I’ll be going in the water,” Mera said. “You girls ready to go?” JJ called from the back of the van. “Coming!” Kiara turned to Mera. “You ready for your first party with the pogues?” “As I’ll ever be.”

[maybankiara]

poor y/n, she has been through so much

[pixelated-pogues]

Euphoria Content

Hello, yes, I didn't think I was going to be that bitch that branches out and posts other content on my OBX account, especially in the sense that I have another account that I've posted my writing on.....

But I've decided that I'm going to be that bitch that branches out and posts other content on my OBX account....aaaand I'm going to do it unapologetically aaaand probably infrequently....bc we all know I post infrequently anyway (LOL...I apologize for being flaky)

That being said....I'm going to write Euphoria fics as ideas come to mind...Fezco content will probably be the most prominent bc I have a thing for boys that like drugs...EXHIBIT RAFE CAMERON for example....anywho...I'll post original fics on this page and reblog other content on my other page just so things don't get too wild.

I hope nobody hates me for this buuuut I just wanted to update everyone. OBX content is going to continue to be my main squeeze with some other buddies sprinkled in here and there.

If you wanna be on my OBX taglist, let me know....if you wanna be on my Euphoria taglist let me know :) ily all <3 If you're on a taglist and want to be removed, that's perfectly fine too!

My current OBS Taglist entails: @thelocalpogue @maaybanks @drewstarkey @ssjiara @bluebirdsbluebells @spilledtee @outcrbanks @maebanks @poguemackin @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @outerbongs @ilovejjmaybank @marvel-writer @astrydis @hijohnd @pogueslandia @milkiane

My current Euphoria masterlist consists of the lovely @milkiane @glodessa