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rafes shouting voice is so hot im sorry . “im living under the same roof as a THIEF!” im going to fucking bite you
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YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE
Word Count: 1.6k
Pairing(s): Dark!JJ x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader
Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, strangling, gaslighting, alcohol, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behavior, trauma, rape, 18+
Summary: Y/n trusted JJ, who initially seemed to be the love of her life, but ultimately became the source of her deepest fears.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Part 5 - Saved Me
After your surgery, despite feeling weak, you musters the strength to recount the harrowing details of the past few months to the female police officers. With Rafe by your side for support, you begins to explain what happened, starting from the night you had the Pogues over for drinks.
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"We were all having drinks, and I remember feeling dizzy. Next thing I knew, I was falling down the stairs," you recounts, your voice trembling slightly. "At first, I thought it was just an accident, but now I realize he pushed me."
The officers listen attentively, jotting down notes as you continues, you recounting filled with pauses and deep breaths to steady yourself.
Then, on the night of Kiara's birthday," Jess continues, her voice gaining strength as she recalls the chilling events.
"I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. JJ came in, and he was already angry about something trivial, like the thickness of the chicken. But it escalated quickly... he grabbed the knife out of my hand and showed me how to do it properly.” tears welling up in your eyes.
“When he went to put the knife down he cut my arm and there was blood everywhere, he then yelled and said that was my fault. I yelled back at him and then he pushed me against the fridge and strangled me, then threw me in our room and locked the door”. You choke out, Rafe reaches out and gently squeezes your hand.
The officers take notes, their questions gentle yet probing, ensuring they capture every detail for the investigation. Through tears and trembling breaths, you reveal the worst part,
“It happened again on the poker night," you add, your voice quieter now, but no less filled with pain. “JJ invited some people over for a game and he made me wear this costume that barely covered my body, I received multiple comments and actions that were unwanted.
After the game, jj couldn’t pay what he lost, so he said they could have me. Which they did.”
The officers' expressions darken with shock and concern. They exchange glances, their professional demeanor momentarily faltering at the gravity of your revelation.
One officer hesitates before carefully asking for more details, her voice edged with disbelief and sympathy. “They Raped me, and then after JJ did too.”
After recounting the painful details of the abuse you endured, your voice falters, your composure crumbling as emotions overwhelm you. Tears stream down your cheeks unchecked, your hands trembling in Rafe's reassuring grip.
"I... I just couldn't take it anymore," you whisper, your words choked with sorrow and fear. "I tried to ask Sarah for help, but she didn't believe me."
The weight of Sarah's disbelief adds to your anguish, intensifying the sense of betrayal and isolation you've felt. Rafe holds you tighter, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through this alone," Rafe murmurs, his voice filled with empathy and regret.
The police officers listen intently, their expressions reflecting a mix of sadness and resolve. They offer you tissues and a moment to collect yourself, understanding the immense courage it took to speak out despite the disbelief you faced.
"We believe you, and we're here to help," one of the officers assures you gently, her voice a reassuring presence. "You're not alone anymore."
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Rafe draped a warm blanket over you before starting the car, ensuring you weren't cold during the drive. His thoughtful gesture brought a brief moment of comfort as he navigated through the quiet streets, his expression grave with concern.
Upon arriving at his house, Rafe walked around to your side and gently asked, "Do you need help getting out?" You nodded silently, feeling a wave of exhaustion and relief wash over you. Leaning on him for support, you stepped out, grateful for his steadying presence.
Inside the warmth of his home, Rafe guided you to a cozy spare room where he prepared a bed with care. "You can stay here," he offered kindly, his voice a reassuring anchor in the midst of your turmoil.
You hesitated, uncertainty clouding your thoughts. "I... I don't want to be alone," you admitted softly, vulnerability tingeing your voice.
Understanding flickered in Rafe's eyes, his expression gentle yet resolute. "Alright," he replied, his voice steady. "You can stay with me."
Rafe escorted you to his bedroom, where he carefully tucked you in, ensuring you were comfortable under the soft covers. The storm outside intensified, the wind howling like a vengeful spirit against the windows. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your eyelids, and soon, sleep claimed you.
In the dead of night, a sudden crash of thunder shattered the fragile peace. Startled awake, you bolted upright, heart pounding in your chest. Panic gripped you as you scanned the room, disoriented and terrified. In the dim light, a figure moved towards you, and you screamed in terror, believing it to be JJ.
Unbeknownst to Rafe, you had been sleepwalking, caught in a nightmare that blurred the lines between dream and reality. His heart clenched at your scream, rushing to your side with urgency etched into his features.
It's me, Rafe," he called out firmly, his voice cutting through the darkness. He reached for you, his touch gentle yet firm, as you recoiled in fear.
"Stay back!" you pleaded, voice strained with panic, mistaking his presence for another's malevolent shadow.
Rafe froze, hurt flickering briefly in his eyes before resolve hardened his features. With steady steps, he approached you, his voice a soothing melody in the storm.
"It's okay," he murmured softly, his hands carefully grasping yours. "You're safe with me."
Trembling, you searched his eyes, "I'm scared." Rafe's expression softened with empathy, his arms wrapping around you protectively.
"I know," he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble against your ear. "But you're not alone anymore. I'm here."
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Throughout the days, Rafe support anchored you through the lingering aftershocks of your ordeal. Whether it was sharing quiet meals together or simply sitting in companionable silence, his presence was a steady comfort.
One evening, as the sun dipped low over the horizon, the doorbell rang, shattering the quiet sanctuary of Rafe's home. Startled, you glanced at Rafe, a flicker of unease crossing your features. "I... I don't like being left alone," you admitted softly, a tremor in your voice.
Rafe nodded reassuringly, “Come with me,” he offered gently, his hand finding yours in a reassuring grip. Rafe reached for the door handle, his movements steady yet deliberate.
With a deep breath, he swung the door open, revealing JJ standing on the threshold.
"I heard you were here," JJ's voice was unhinged, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of JJ, fear clawing at the edges of your composure. Instinctively, you moved closer to Rafe.
"Y/n, baby, let's talk outside, away from this kook," he shouted. JJ moved to step inside, but Rafe blocked him with a firm push against his chest.
"You don't get to talk to her or even look at her. Now, get off my property," Rafe's voice cut through the tense air as he stood firm, his gaze unwavering.
JJ reached out again, attempting to grab your arm, but Rafe swiftly swung, his fist connecting with JJ's face. The blow sent JJ stumbling backward, his balance faltering.
"I thought I told you to leave, Pogue!" Rafe yelled, his grip on your hand tightening as he stood defiantly. JJ yelled defiantly, "Show me what you got, country club!"
Rafe turned to you urgently, his voice steady despite the tension. "Call the police and tell them JJ violated the AVO.” He released your hand as you hurried to grab the phone.
When you returned, chaos had erupted on the lawn. Rafe and JJ were locked in a fierce struggle, JJ’s punches were flying but none finding their mark.
Moments later, sirens wailed in the distance, drawing closer with each passing second. Blue and red lights bathed the scene as officers swarmed in. JJ's resistance was futile as they swiftly restrained him, leading him away in handcuffs.
As you stood there, shaken but relieved, one of the officers approached you with a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "He won't bother you again. He's going away for a long time."
Rafe returned to your side, pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms around you were both comforting and protective, his voice filled with genuine concern.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry for leaving you alone. I just had to give him what he deserved."
You leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence and the weight of the ordeal slowly lifting off your shoulders.
"I'm okay," you whispered, grateful for his support.
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Six months later, Rafe surprised you with a beach date, the waves crashing against the shore as the sun painted the sky in shades of gold and crimson.
As you walked hand in hand along the water's edge, the weight of past events lingered in the air. Finally, Rafe stopped, turning to face you with a mix of nervousness and determination in his eyes. His voice was steady but filled with emotion as he spoke,
“Y/n, I... I love you."
Your heart skipped a beat, emotions swelling inside you as you looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and vulnerability etched on his face.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the depth of his feelings and the journey you had shared.
"You don't have to say it back right now," Rafe continued softly, his hand reaching to gently brush a tear from your cheek. "After everything you’ve been through, I just needed you to know."
Overwhelmed with gratitude and love, you took a deep breath, your voice trembling slightly but filled with certainty,
"Rafe, I love you too." Rafe gently cupped your face in his hands. Without another word, he leaned in, pressing his lips softly against yours.
"I want to thank you for everything. You literally saved my life that day," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion as tears streamed down your cheeks.
Rafe's eyes glistened with tears as he held you close.
...The End...
#dark!jj maybank#jj maybank#outer banks#rafe cameron#rafe obx#rafe mf cameron#rafe x reader#obx#outerbanks rafe#rafe outer banks#obx smut#obx domestic#obx imagine#obx drabble#protective!rafe
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Went down the season 2 Rafe rabbit hole today and I’ve never loved a hot psycho more and it gave me suchhh a good idea. It’s not everyone’s thing but erotic torture/dubcon would toooootally be his.
Like maybe before his life got so complicated, you were friends with the pogues, and while Rafe didn’t necessarily like it, he didn’t care as long as you were happy and came back to him at the end of the day.
I’d imagine you’d be introduced to this side of him when one late and stressful night, you get caught right in the crossfire of him and them, just tagging along with your friends, because Rafe always told you whatever he was up to was nothing to worry about. So you weren’t that concerned about them finding the treasure, and your friends hadn’t told you about Rafe yet. He’d get furious and be dragging you home, telling you he needs you safe and protected and ends up taking his frustration out on your frightened little self. Every time you saw him unfathomably angry after that, you knew what was to come.
He’d be into chaining you to his bed or tying you up tight enough to give you rope burn on your most sensitive parts. He’d say the most evil shit imaginable and do everything to make you cry from edging to the most intense overstimulation and not having any limit or remorse for how far he’ll push you. No, you’re gonna take anything and everything from your daddy. He likes to fuck your ass without prep and plugs his cum in it with dildos while he deals with your other holes. I have a visceral feeling he’d be into clamping your nipples, but more than anything your clit, knowing that’s where he can be the most sinful because it’s your most sensitive part. He’d tie a vibrator to your leg and leave it on your pinched little pearl for hours in the highest and just watch and taunt and degrade you, maybe getting up to cum in or on you or use his fucking machine or spank or torture your ass again to guttural screaming and sobs full of begs that fall on deaf ears, maybe even threatening to get out the knife if you don’t shut the fuck up. Or he’d do it himself, choking you so hard that since you don’t even recognize the Rafe in front of you, you genuinely fear he won’t know when to stop. He would be the most sadistic and unhinged version of a Greek god you’ve ever seen, and would absolutely break you, his toy, his property, his little slut who he needs by his side just as much because otherwise he’d break himself.
I feel like there’s so many ideas in here this is more short story material but queen I thought it and I knew you’d know what to do with it so do what you see fit, I neeeeed ur perspective. I love psycho Rafe <3
I’m sorry that this isn’t super detailed, i went more with a small rundown cause everything you said was 🙂↕️
i definitely think he gets off on the fact that you’re scared of this side of him, he genuinely enjoys seeing you tremble in fear when you realize what’s to come
when he ties you to his bed, he wouldn’t give a shit if the ropes are burning into your flesh because to him, it shows that you’re his and his only and that he has control over you
his favorite thing to do, in my opinion, is keeping your wrists and legs tied as he’s holding a vibrator against your sensitive clit, he’d tease and edge you for as long as he feels like and he’ll either stop, leaving you crying for more or keep going until you’re squirting and making a mess all over his sheets
also yeah this man is def into knife play, like he’d drag the cool metal down your body, running the flat blade against your nipples, watching them harden, hell—he may even carve his initials into your skin
he will manhandle you and when he’s being too rough, he doesn’t even show remorse as he’s turning you into nothing but his perfect little fucktoy of a girlfriend because in some sort of aspect in his mind, this is his way of showing you he loves you
because no matter how scared you are when he gets like this, he knows you love him too much to leave him
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Can i request rafe as a dad maybe?
WATCH YOUR MOUTH
RAFE CAMERON X READER
Warning: fighting, swearing, and fluff.
Summary: a fight with rafe based on your parenting skills ruins dinner.
It was late in the afternoon. Rafe just got home from work eager to get out of his suit he rips off his tie once he was through the door.
“hey honey,” he spoke softly kissing your head as he walked into the kitchen taking samples of the food you were cooking.
“hey” you warned holding up the knife you were using as a threatening tool. he only gave a smile back as he knew you would never hurt him.
“Daddy!” your kids ran over to rafe begging to be lifted. which he gladly did with a loud huff as he pretended they have gotten too heavy for him.
“Hey kiddos” he smiled as he lifted the two kids up. “how was hanging out with mommy all day?” he waited for a response but they were too excited that he was home to even answer. “huh?” he smiled at you before looking at the kids again.
“Mommy said we can have cookies” your son pointed to the jar of cookies that sat in the middle of the counter far enough so no little hands could grab the jar.
“after dinner” you warned as you continued to cut up the food.
“after dinner” Rafe looks at his son with a sad face before he sets them back down. wines both let out as their little feet hit the floor. “I’ve got to change then we can play I promise” he tries to explain but they didn’t care what he was wearing he could still play.
“let daddy change then he will play with you guys,” you told them as they wined more. disappointed that they had to wait this long for him to come home now he has to change? it was unfair. the kids eventually gave in walking back over to the living room where they forgot all about the conversation you just had with them.
“smells good” Rafe spoke giving you a kiss on the head before leaving the room to change. a smile appearing on your face as his little signs of affection were just enough to brighten your day. with simple calls at lunch or little notes if you don’t get up early enough to say goodbye before he goes to work. even the little kisses on your head as he complements you. you loved them all.
it was different once you had the kids. though two boys were not ideal rafe made it worth it. promising to be the best husband and dad he could be. he wanted to do better. it only was proven when he quit the drugs and stopped parting. he changed for you for your family.
“Fuck!” you yell as you cut yourself with the knife. it was the smallest cut yet it hurt like a bitch.
“Watch your mouth!” Rafe came in the room his shirt half on his body as he pulled his arms in.
“fuck you!” you spoke in anger as you held your hand in pain. you walked to the bathroom as you tried not to leak blood all over the floor.
“I keep fucking telling you to stop doing that in front of my kids” rafe follows you into the bathroom angry at the profanity you use. His kids? you looked at him with an irritated look like this argument could not wait till after you stopped bleeding. “our” he corrected himself.
Rafe hated the profanity you used or that his friends did. always yelling at them even if the kids were not around. it didn’t matter if the kids were not once you use it you can stop.
it was one of the things you hated about rafes development. he was so protective over the kids. too much sometimes. you understood that this language was not to be spread around children. much less yours but it still felt good to let out a piece of that anger now and then.
“Do you even think about what they say?”
“Rafe they are 2 and 4 I’m sure that small little curse word blew over their heads”
“And what if it didn’t? What if they start saying it around other kids? Who’s going to look like the bad parent?”
“I’m the one who would look like the bad parent Rafe because I’m the one who is with them 24/7” once your first child was born Rafe made sure you didn’t have to work he hated knowing you wouldn’t be home when he was. He hated going to work. He just wanted to be with you.
So Rafe took a job with his dad making enough money to provide for the family. While you stayed home with the kids. You didn’t mind you liked spending time with the kids. It also gave you more time to find hobbies of your interest.
“It’s because of you they know it!”
“I can’t have this conversation with you anymore Rafe” you walk out of the bathroom as your hand is now wrapped up in a towel.
“No!” He yells following you into the kitchen. “Why can’t you so much as keep your mouth shut”
“Rafe it slipped up don’t act like you never said it before” the argument was brought into the middle of the house. Your boys are fully aware of the argument now.
The knew your fights. The fights would end either horribly with the cops called or fights that would end up with everyone going to bed early.
It wasn’t fair to the boys that your fights had to involve them. You knew that witch is why you hated fighting with Rafe. You hated him being mad at you. Hated how the veins would pop out of his head when he got mad. How he wanted to punch something to relieve his anger.
“I’m not the one swearing in front of the boys now am I?” You tried to go back to cutting the vegetables to finish the dinner but Rafe just kept pushing this conversation.
“Fine rafe” you drop the knife looking at him with frustration as to why this argument had to go on for so long. why when this day was going so well? “Sense you have a problem with it I should just go pack my shit right now. Let you raise the boys how you want” you storm away angrily.
Rafe leaning angst the counter with his head in his hands as he lets out a sigh. Not a relieving sigh it was a frustrated one. He was frustrated with himself more than you. Frustrated that he pushed you away.
It only took about five more minutes before he came storming into the bedroom after you. Finding a suitcases on the bed with clothes shoved on top. His attention was pulled away as he heard the hangers shuffling around in the closet as he made his way into the room.
“Baby please stop!” He begged as he saw you going threw the clothes in your closet. Picking out witch ones you wanted. You knew you couldn’t take all of your clothes. At least not now. Not when you didn’t even know where you where going. My best guess was the parking lot of the grocery store.
“You raise the boys how you feel is fit Rafe you won’t hear me complain” you stated pushing past him as he stood in the door way of your bedroom and the closet. You shoved whatever you could find into a suitcase as Rafe continued to follow you from the bedroom to the closet begging you to stay.
“Where are you even going to go?!” He questioned his hands flying in the air with anger. He caused this he knows that but he did it for a good reason. At least it was until you started packing.
“I don’t know Rafe” you only spoke as it was the truth. You knew anywhere you went Rafe would follow. He knew your go to places. The friends you would hangout with. Where to find you if you when’s missing at the bar. He knew you all too well.
“Just please stop packing” he begged as you continued to pull more clothes out of the closet. It became very clear that you weren’t going to have enough room for all there clothes. Clothes that Rafe would buy you for your birthday or anniversary or even just a reminder that he loved you. The only way he knew how to express his live was threw money. “Y/n!!” He finally yelled as he startled you. “stop fucking packing!” His the voice was raised. High enough for the kids to hear.
“So much for the swearing rule” you grabbed the bags you packed as you made your way out the bedroom. Rafe yelled behind you as he followed you.
“Everything I do is for you!” His hands where out in the open like that was his only excuse. “I work for you for our family!”
“I never asked you to Rafe! Never have I once asked for this!” You turn back to face him. He was a lot closer than you thought making you look up at him.
“You didn’t fucking have to!” You continued to walk into the living room past the boys as you made your way to the front door. “I did this because I love you!”
“And yet you’re still complaining about this! Complaining about a decision you made” you turned your body back around as you continued to yell at him. The boys now looking at you too. As this was more interfacing then tv at the moment. It terrified the boys to see you both fight. Worried if their hands were going to be thrown as they did to each other at times.
“Im complaining because you don’t understand the language you use around these boys!” His hands went from his the sides of his head to pointing at the boys who where across from us. Your eyes look at the two young Camerons before turning to the first Cameron.
“All I do is look after them Rafe for once I just want to go out with my friends. Swear for once!” You turned back around walking to the front door. This time Rafe didn’t follow you. Whether it was frustration or irritation by your actions you didn’t know.
“I never said you couldn’t” his hands fell to his face as he rubbed his face in frustration.
“I can’t Rafe! Ever!” You turn around to face him for the last time. “Your always out! I can’t get a babysitter because you slept with every girl in OBX and you won’t let any guys around me!”
“That's because they always hit on you!” He threw his hands up.
“I’m leaving! You can find whatever whore to take my place I don’t care anymore” you finally walked out the door slamming it in the process. Rafe no far behind you as you head the door reopen.
“Y/n!” He spoke following you to your car. “Y/n! Just get back inside please!” He begged as you got into the front seat. His hands on the door forcing it to stay open. “If not for me for the boys…Please! They need you… and so do I” you just sat in the car you hand holding the keys as you looked out the windshield debating weather to go back inside or not. Debating weather you wanted to pretend this argument never happens and save it for another one in the future or to just drive away.
“Please baby!” You let out a sigh dropping your hand from the steering wheel as you got out of the car. Rafe was quick to grab you as he held you trying not to cry. “I love you so much baby” you wrapped your hands around his neck as he did his with your waist. Not wanting to let go of him. “You're such a good mom to the boys! I’m sorry for overreacting” his voice broke down as he hated how he caused this mess. Hated how one little word changed everything.
“I'm sorry too” you spoke softly hugging him tighter as you didn’t want to look him in the eyes just yet. You didn’t want to admit you were sorry to his face. It was easier this way. You both meant the apology it was just harder to say it with one another staring down at you. Wondering if they meant it. “Your right the boys learn from us they don’t need to be saying that kind of stuff”
You knew he was right from the beginning. You just hated him to be right. It made you feel weak and stupid. But watching your mouth was so important when your around young kids. Kids who love to copy what adults do. Which is why you were cautious around the boys from now on. Not just to make Rafe happy but you as well.
#rafe cameron fluff#rafe outer banks#rafe x reader#drew starkey#obx fanfiction#obx fic#obx imagine#rafe fluff#rafe obx
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Do any of you remember in the Remnant Chronicles Kaden's father, Lord Roche, admitted to Rafe that he was involved in a plot to ambush the Dalbretch royal family and Lia on their way home to their kingdom after the wedding in order to stop the alliance from happening? This was in book three, The Beauty of Darkness, where Rafe was interrogating Lord Roche in the dungeons and beating him up for confessing that fact so Sven had to hold him back saying that it was enough. It was also stated that the traitors also planned to make the assassination seem like the work of Dalbretch bandits but when Lia fled the wedding this was foiled. If any of you do remember, I'm like contemplating a fanfiction where Lia never ran away from her wedding. And there'll be angst, forced proximity, and a slow burn instead.
There'll be the moment where she does see Rafe at the altar and they're both surprised of eachother. Like Rafe isn't the old wrinkly prince she thought he would be and Lia is different from Rafe's expectations of her. Then there is the tense wedding night where they don't do anything but sleep in one room together and an awkward breakfast the following morning with both royal families, Morrighan and Dalbreck. But of course in this alternate what if fanfiction, the traitors attempt to ambush the newlyweds does happen. It's bloody and scary, however, Lia piques Rafes interest after she defends herself with her epic knife skills against their assailants. Hooded assassins with their indentities concealed FYI. Oooh... and what if this is where she encounters Kaden instead. This is where Kaden gets angry that as the best assassin of Venda, he failed his mission. Then from that moment on he's got the princess of Morrighan on his mind.
Afterwards, when they do go to Dalbreck, Lia actually does have the time to bond with Rafe's mom since it was stated in canon that the Queen was sad when Lia ran away as she always wanted a daughter. Lia and Rafe would ABsoluTelY DespISe each other. LIKE REALLY HATE EACH OTHER. So enemies to lovers maybe? 😏 It'd make total sense because of how Morrighan and Dalbreck are rival kingdoms. There'll be like a little bit of Bridgerton vibes thrown in as Lia is introduced to court... like I got a WHOLE plot you can consider as an alternate time line or reality. You know there is gonna be some jealousy thrown in there right? Cause Rafe is hot and the Crown Prince of Dalbreck. Not to mention the only heir so ladies of the court have resentment for Lia. BUT it isn't one-sided cause Lia is fine as **** too and all the Dalbretch lords take notice of it. Remember how in canon Rafe's father told him everyone will look the other way if he took a mistress for a lover to placate him over the arranged marriage, and once he did meet Lia he thought he dodged a poisoned arrow when she fled their wedding day? How about when during a ball, Lia catches Rafe dancing with a noble lady who made her interest in her husband very clear so she storms off from the party and somehow in a whirlwind of events, Kaden kidnaps her to bring her to Venda. Rafe then becomes absolutely distraught. REALIZES that he is in fact very in love with Lia. Now he goes to find his wife and bring her home.
#the kiss of deception#jaxon tyrus rafferty#lia x rafe#arabella celestine idris jezelia#mary e pearson#Dalbreck x Morrighan x Venda#the beauty of darkness#the heart of betrayal#the remnant chronicles#vow of thieves#dance of theives
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DATING RAFE CAMERON WOULD INCLUDE:
He’s kinky asf
Very dominant but loves seeing you in control once in a while
“Remember who is in control, darling”
very overprotective of you
Always needing to know where you are
“If he looks at you again I’m going to kill him”
“Touch her and you’re dead”
Making out with you when a guy looks at you to let them know you are his
Would make out with you in front of his friends too to make them jealous
Lots of knife and gunplay- dragging it along your thighs and cunt, smirking while doing so
Very toxic
“Did I say you could talk to him?”
“Remember your mine and only mine”
Snorting coke off your body (inner thigh, stomach, collarbone, chest)
Choking
“Mr and Mrs country club”- Barry
“Oh yeah?”
Would pin you against the wall
He would argue with you a lot
In heated arguments he would punch the wall beside you but would instantly regret it if you got scared
Would say sorry by buying gifts and showing load of affection
Would spoil you all the time
Angry sex
Aggressive make out sessions
Would grab your thigh whenever he can
When he smokes he would blow it in your face
“You know you can’t resist me”
Loves pda
Can’t keep his hands off you
Crying in your arms when he fights with his dad
Only opens up to you
Would never let you leave him
Give you his clothes to wear
He keeps you away from his dad
A sucker for neck and jawline kisses and would make sure to leave visible hickeys
“My pretty girl”
Has a soft spot for you
He is really demanding
Would grab your waist to move you
Being the hottest couple at parties
Red led lights during sex
Would gaslight you
“I need you”
“Everything I’ve done is for you”
His cold rings on your body
Hands on your ass when kissing
“I’m not finished with you yet babe”
Drunk rafe is really caring and really clingy
High rafe gets really angry and will take his problems out on you
“Take it like a good girl”
Would climb through your window at night
Whispering in your ear dirty things especially in public
Forehead kisses
Takes you golfing and then would make out with you at the back of the cart
Genuinely thinks your the most beautiful girl in the world
“Fuck just like that”
Would do stuff to make you jealous
He pretends to hate when you play with his hair and call him “rafey”
“Princess”
Smirking 24/7
Holds your waist down when he gives you head
“You look so hot”
“The things I’m gonna do to you when we get home”
Late night drives
Loves to make you unable to walk the next day
Sitting on his lap when around his friends and at parties
He is always saying sorry and repeating his actions
Motorcycle rides
Is good with his hands
Hates when you talk to another guy
Loves to see you flustered and bothered
Eye contact
Always teasing you
“I love you”
#rafe outer banks#wattpad#dating would include#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron#outer banks#rafe cameron smut#reader insert#dating#drew starkey#rafe x y/n#rafe x female!mc
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*can we still be friends?*
You and Drew dated throughout high school and even college, but after college Drew decided to move to Atlanta, leaving you behind with a broken heart. Years later you find eachother by accident , and Drew wants to spark things back up.
WARNING : smut, language!
- also, this was not proof read so fair warning 😂
“ OH MY GOD!” You screamed as you looked over your recent email you had just received .
“ what?!” Your roommate yelled from her bedroom in panic. You met her in the hallway from your room, a wide grin on your face as you held your phone against your chest.
“ y/n if you don’t tell me what the hell you’re up here screaming for “ she replied before you turned your phone around facing her .
“ no fucking way “ she beamed in excitement as she read the email.
“ I got the part “ you grinned excitedly. You had been auditioning for acting parts since you had graduated college . You had gotten small one - two line scenes that paid decent but you had yet to get a big role. Today though you had gotten an email from your agent that you had gotten the role for a character on a new Netflix show called ‘ outer banks’ . You had gotten the role to be a pogue. You weren’t a main character but you were going to be definitely known on screen .
“ oh my fucking god!” She screamed out , you both jumping with excitement.
“Wait when do you start? Where are they filming?” She asked .
“ Charleston South Carolina ! It says I’m suppose to be there by tomorrow morning “ you beamed.
“ we’ll what the hell are you doing still standing here ?! Go pack! “ she demanded.
****
“Y/n you ready?” You agent asked from the Uber you were both in.
“ I am so ready” you beamed excitedly.
“ okay we’ll were meeting some of the producers and casts for a chemistry reading “ you looked over at her in confusion.
“ but I already did a chemistry reading “ you replied.
“ yes with the ‘ pogues’ “ she replied. “ your character is going to be having most her interactions with two ‘kooks’ and they just want to test the waters to see how well you guys don’t get along”. You shook your head.
“ oh, whatever “ you shrugged. It didn’t take long to get to the location that you would soon be filming at and you had honestly became overly excited.
“ Hi y/n I’m Jonas, we talked briefly over the phone a few times” Jonas said while shaking your hand.
“ yes I remember , hi!” You replied excitedly .
“ okay so I’m going to have you come into this room and then you and a couple of the other actors are just going to go over your lines , nothing to major” he reassured. You nodded in agreement following behind .
You walked in, almost stopping dead in your tracks as you scanned the room. There were three men, one you knew all too well.
“ this is Austin, Deion , and Drew.” Jonas spoke.
You didn’t hear much of what else Jonas was saying as you and Drew made eye contact, him seeming just as surprised as you. The tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife it was so thick, considering the last time you ever spoke to him ended horribly .
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“ Drew” you said walking out from his bedroom at his moms house .
“ yeah princess “ he replied walking out of his mother’s kitchen towards you.
“ what’s this about Atlanta?” You asked holding up his laptop with a search history for apartments in Atlanta Georgia. He sighed nervously running his hands through his hair.
“ princess I was going to tell you” he replied stepping forward. You quickly stepped back scoffing while shaking your head .
“ tell me what drew?” It was pretty obvious what the answer was but you were angry and wanted to hear it from his own mouth. Drew sat for a second, knowing everything was about to fall apart once he told you his plans.
“ I’m moving to Atlanta “ he responded finally, his eyes lowering to to the ground. Even though you subconsciously knew what he was going to say, once he finally did it really hit you hard.
“ drew” you responded in disappointment. “ you know I have one year left in school I can’t move to Atlanta “ you replied. It was true , Drew was a year older than you . You had gotten together your sophomore year in high school while he was a junior and been together ever since. You even went to the same college as him so you guys would be together . You both were passionate on the same career which made it easier, but the fact that when it was his turn to wait on you he wouldn’t.
“ princess I know , I figured we can do a long distance thing” your eyes widened in shock.
“ Drew you’re going to be a whole state away are you serious?!”you replied, your hands thrown in the air .
“Y/n there’s no opportunities for me here , you know I’ve always wanted to go to the big cities to pursue in acting .” He replied his voice now rising as well.
“ yeah but” you responded, your voice lowering as tears began to form in your eyes. “ you’re leaving me behind” . It hurt so bad that Drew was leaving. Of course you wanted him to prosper in life but you had been doing everything and even putting some job opportunities on hold so you wouldn’t be away from him, but the one time it was his turn, you weren’t his choice .
“ y/n-“
“ no just forget it Drew. Enjoy Atlanta” you responded before leaving towards his room to pack your stuff, soon leaving Drew’s home, never speaking to him again.
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“ Rafe and Callie- go ahead with your scene” Jonas asked as he pointed down to the sheet of paper going over a short scene between the two of your characters .
“ listen Callie you and your dirty pogues need to stay off of figure 8 ok” Drew spoke with hatred, looking up at you waiting for your response .
“ you know what” you replied sitting up in your seat. “ you kooks are all the same . “ you spat out . You could feel anger building among yourself , not because of getting into character, but more because of your true anger towards Drew was beginning to flow out.
“ is that so?” He relied.
“ YES Rafe!” You interrupted. “ you only care about yourself. You’re all selfish and self centered. You always get what you want no matter who gets hurt in the way” Drew sat for a second. He could tell from the look on your face that even though those words were written for Rafe, he knew you meant it directly towards him.
“ the only dirty one here is you Rafe “ you spat out, scolding him from a cross the table . You quickly were snapped out of your trance when you heard clapping from the side of you, Jonas laughing with excitement.
“ man that’s exactly what I’m talking about sweet heart!” He said pointing at you. You chuckled before glancing at Drew , seeing him almost look, upset?
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It didn’t take you long to find your way to your trailer . All of your excitement about the new gig had gone flying out the window the moment you realized one of the cast members was the same person who shattered your heart years ago.
If we’re being honest , Drew was the reason you had made it to where you were now . Not to give him full credit , but after he chose to pursue in his career and not you, you had decided for yourself you would do nothing but make it to the top and make sure that you never chose anyone over yourself again and was all you had been doing at this point.
You sat staring at yourself in your mirror before you heard a gentle knock against your trailer.
Your stomach did somersaults as you knew exactly who it was. You hesitated for a second before you finally got up from your chair, making your way to the door. 
You rolled your eyes as you saw the tall brunette standing behind the door of your trailer . You turned away, letting him in as you went to your couch.
“ Well uhm” he spoke nervously , running his hands through his hair. You looked up at him in anger as you waited for him to respond.
“ I wanted to see you.” He responded making his way over to you. “ it’s been a while” he finished now standing directly above you. You scoffed crossing your arms .
“ you can say that” you mumbled.
“ look I know we left on bad terms-“
“ no Drew you left on bad terms. Let’s clear that up “ you interrupted standing up. Drew took a step back giving you space before nodding, looking down.
“ I understand why you’re upset . But I want you to know I wasn’t leaving you. I was just leaving North Carolina. There were bigger opportunities out there for me and I was going to get them started staying back at home. I just-“ you put your hand in the space between you and him.
“ Drew you left me “ you responded, your voice s bit softer than it was. “ I went to the same school as you so we could be together. I turned down so many opportunities for us. I put my life on hold-“
“ I never asked you to!” Drew responded finally snapping. You sat for a second, shocked at his words . “ and if we’re being honest I would’ve never ask you to” you shook your head in disbelief . Your anger was causing you to be blind to the truth Drew was saying. He was absolutely right but you had never sat back and thought about it.
“ you know what Drew” you spat out, tears beginning to form once again. “ it’s a good thing you’re playing the kook king- yanno since he’s so damn selfish”.
Drew was taken back from your words. You didn’t mean it at all but you were so built up with anger from why a happened years ago that the words just slipped out. Drew nodded his head slowly before making his way out of your trailer without another word said .
You gasped, realizing how harsh you were to him. your hand flew to your mouth as you let out sobs thinking about the words you had just said
You sat silently in your trailer as you thought about the conversation you had just had . You knew Drew was right. He never actually told you to do any of the things you had done, you had just done them because you believed the relationship was more important than your goals in life. And now you realize it was really you who had left Drew. You could’ve worked through long distance, and followed him to Atlanta later but instead you left your selfishness and anger get the best of you.
You realized it was really you who needed to apologize so you quickly gathered your composer before making your way outside, searching for Drew’s trailer. Once you had found it you began frantically knocking , only for no one to answer.
“ y/n?” You heard from behind you. You turned around for it to be Drew. You wanted to do nothing but run and wrap your arms around him but instead you stood still, looking at him with puffy eyes.
“I-I’m sorry “ you blurted out. Drew’s eyes widened before he grabbed your arm .
“C’mon let’s take this somewhere more private” he spoke , guiding you into his trailer before shutting g the door behind you.
“ Drew you were right . I was just so mad I couldn’t even see that it was really me being selfish. And for that I am so sorry. “ Drew sat quietly , listening to go on and on about how sorry you were even though he had forgave you before he had even dry your own trailer.
“ y/n” he responded interrupting you during your rant . “ y/n just hush for a second” he responded with a slight chuckle . You nodded, wiping your face.
“ y/n I was wrong for not communicating with you. I should’ve chased you and brought you with, and if long distance wouldn’t have worked - I should’ve stayed behind and waited until you finished school” he responded grabbing a hold of your hand. You should your head in disagreement.
“ no, because you wouldn’t be here” you responded .
“ well regardless- I have missed you so damn much” he relied before pulling you towards him, placing his lips against yours. It was weird but such a familiar feeling that you hadn’t even realized how much you had missed it as well.
After both pulled away from the kiss, Drew looked down at you, grinning.
“ what “ you scoffed with a smirk following .
“ I can’t believe we’re about to play enemies on this show “ he spoke out causing you both to laugh loudly.
*****
It had been over a month since you and Drew reconnected. Things had definitely began to look up for the both of you. You had made many friends amongst the cast and even though you and Drew weren’t dating, feelings were definitely sparking between the two.
“ what are you up to tonight?” Drew asked as you both sat in the field , watching the cast film a scene.
“ I was honestly going to just stay in my apartment and watch tv tonight. You?” You responded, leaned back against the grass propped up on your hands.
“ oh” he replied, looking back out into the field.
“ I am making mom‘s chicken casserole so I was going to see if maybe they wanted to come over and have some?” He asked. You grinned. His mother’s chicken casserole was one of your favorite dinners she had ever made and Drew knew that. You nodded with a grin plastered across your face causing Drew too smile as well. You could almost say his cheeks were turning red. 
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You sighed heavily as you looked over your outfit in your mirror in your bathroom. You wanted to look cute, but casual so you dressed in jeans and a loose pink tank, a few pieces of jewelry and tennis shoes.
It was obvious that you were beyond nervous to see him because despite being around Drew, this was the first time you both were going to spend one on one quality time together without somebody else including themselves in. just being able to be around him though and spending time with him even if it included others, you had regrown the feelings you once had for Drew over time, but you weren’t sure at this point if the feelings were mutual. Drew had changed and matured so much over the few years you had been away , and of course you had too so things were the same , but very different.
“ hey” Drew said with a smile as he opened the door, seeing you stand on the other side.
“ hey” you grinned slyly before walking in.
“ mmmm” you moaned out, smelling the food in the oven. “ boy does that bring back memories .” Drew chuckled before scratching the back of his head nervously .
“ yeah I was thinking the same” he replied before making his way into the kitchen, opening the oven to check on it.
You looked around his apartment. It was crazy to see that his style in furniture and agriculture was still the same as it was when he was younger.
It almost made you sad that you had missed out on Drew’s growth since college. You quickly shook the sadness feeling away before making your way next to him , watching contently as he took the pan out of the oven.
“ oooohh yum” you beamed excitedly placing your hands together in front of you.
“ want to grab the plates?” He asked as he grabbed a spatula to help break the chicken up. You nodded before making your way to his cabinet, grabbing two plates out. It was quiet as you both fixed your plates, making your way to his couch. Since the producers only provided studio sized apartments for the time you were there , there wasn’t much space for tables so it was either the couch or standing.
“ Drew, I know I haven’t said this yet, but I am so proud of you” you finally spoke, breaking the silence. He looked over at you , a grin forming against his face as he chewed through his bite.
“ I’m serious “ you responded , not taking your eyes off of Drew. “ imagine if I really held you back like I tried . You wouldn’t be where you’re at now.“ you said. It was almost like you were saying it to yourself . You were finally realizing that it was you in the wrong in the long run. To even ask Drew to stay behind and not follow his dreams was just selfish .
“Y/n stop beating yourself over this okay? We’ve both made decisions in the past that we regret but look at us now” he responded. He didn’t need to go into detail but he was right . It became silent once again, just the sound of his tv going in the background ( that neither of you were actually paying attention to) .
“ this honestly tastes just like your moms” you laughed out in shock.
“ yanno why do you sound so surprised?” He jokingly argued, his head cocked towards you.
“ because Drew” you laughed out thinking of the memory you were about to speak of. “ you couldn’t even cook your hot pocket in the microwave without burning it” you both laughed as you thought about Drew’s multiple attempts to cooking that never worked out. When the laughing between you two died down, Drew stared intently into your eyes before he leaned in, placing his lips against yours. Your body immediately pushed forward towards his, pressing into the kiss.
Your eyes widened once you realized what was happening before pulling away, placing your hands over your mouth.
“ Drew” you spoke out softly. You were so unsure on whether this was really what he wanted that you didn’t want him to do something he’d regret.
“ y/n it’s okay” he reassured gently, before placing his hands against the side of your face, placing his lips against yours once again. This time you caved in, your hands finding their way to the back of his head, your fingers intwining through his hair.
You moaned slightly as his hands pressed firmly against your hips, pulling you up onto his lap. You began moving your hips against his, pressing your crotch against his for friction. Drew’s long fingers pressed against your bottom as he pushed you forward against him, deep throaty groans following behind.
“ lay down on the couch “ he demanded , his voice low and deep. You and Drew had slept together of course when you were younger , but something seemed different this time, more dominant was more like it. You bit your bottom lips as you removed yourself from Drew, quickly pushing your jeans down and off of you before laying down across the couch as Drew had instructed, your head landed on the arm rest.
Drew hovered over you, placing sloppy kisses down your neck, trailing down to your breast. You watched intensely as he pulled your breast out from above your shirt , groping them in his large hands. You hissed slightly as he pinched around your exposed nipple before placing your right nipple in his mouth.
You closed your eyes in pure bliss, your bottom lip pressed in between your teeth.
Your eyes reopened when you felt his fingers tuck under your underwear, before tugging them down , tossing them next to where your pants laid. Your eyes furrowed together . In all the years you had been together, Drew had never given you head . He was just too insecure that he wouldn’t do it good so seeing him down there , his lips trailing up your thigh to your heated core was beyond shocking.
You gasped loudly as he finally placed his mouth where you wanted him, his tongue doing one long stroke against your slit before lightly sucking on your clit.
“ Drew” you moaned out . You were tempted to ask where he learned this from but you knew that wouldn’t be an appropriate question nor would you really want to hear the answer.
At this point Drew was doing wonders on your heated area, so much that you couldn’t even hold the moans in. The way his tongue and finger both simultaneously worked against you had you coming to your orgasm quicker than anything.
“ fuck Drew!” you moaned out as you bucked your hips up against his face as you felt that familiar tingle feeling. Before you could even finish your climax, Drew’s lips clashed against yours, your own taste filling your mouth as his tongue fought for dominance over yours. Drew reached in between the two of you , , pulling his rock hard member out before before quickly sliding into your already soaking wet core.
Your arms looped under his as your hands landed on his back, your nails immediately began to dig as his hips moved at a fast pace against yours . Your body rocked against his couch as he pounded in you over and over, his member filling you more than you had ever remembered. He placed his lips against yours again as you let uncontrollable moans.
Drew placed one hand against the arm of the couch, his bicep flexing over your head as he continued to grind himself into you at continuous beat.
“ god I’m getting close” he groaned out , his words barely audible as he became out of breath from moving so fast .
You quickly wrapped your legs around him, causing him to go in even deeper than before . He threw his head back in pleasure , the veins in his neck popping out as his thrusts became sloppy. You pressed your lips deep against his as you felt yourself cum around him as well as his movements began to slow down, eventually becoming to a haunt.
Drew sat for a second, his forehead placed against yours as he caught his breath before he sat back up off of you, helping you sit up.
It was quiet as you both cleaned yourself before you sat back down on the couch next to him, still slightly worn out.
“ damn Drew “ you laughed out, running your now tangled hair towards the back of your head . “ you fucked the shit out of me “ you stated, causing him to chuckle.
“ like I said , I really missed you over those years” he said with a cocky smirk following . You shook your head while grinning, turning your eyes away from him.
“ do you maybe want to stay the night?” He asked , this time with seriousness. You looked over at him, a smile present on your face .
“ yeah I’d like that” you responded.
Maybe what they say is true.
If it’s meant to be, it’ll find its way back. ❤️
*****
I almost deleted this whole thing because Idk just didn’t really like it but I know I’ve been incognito for almost a week so I figured I’d post it anyways. Another fic called ‘Keep your hands to yourself ‘will be posted tonight though so anyone want to be tagged let me know ❤️
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Rock Bottom (r.c.)
Summary: rafe lost you, ward kicked him out, now he doesn’t know where to go.
AN: i hate the ending 😂 but the OBX season 2 trailer inspired me. (also, can’t remember who i got this gif from but credit to its owner)
You always thought that you and Rafe would always stick together, through thick and thin. There’s was a time when you thought your relationship could actually make it past the drama of the Outer Banks.
But there was something that held more importance over you and that was his very rapid addiction to some hard drugs. You were friends with JJ Maybank, you being one of the few Kooks he could actually stand, and he told you that he was spotted on the Cut at Barry’s.
You knew you had to confront him about what was going on with him. He was angry, impulsive, reckless, his behavior was unpredictable and you no longer felt safe with him.
Of course hearing you say you felt unsafe was like a knife to the heart for him. Rafe’s worst fear was the moment you no longer saw him as your safe place. His anger got the best of him and though he wasn’t angry with you, his words made it seem as such.
You were trying to keep the situation from escalating but when Rafe was high that was the only outcome. He began yelling at you, throwing things and only seeing the look on your face did he stop.
He could see the look of fear and unfamiliarity all over your face and it was his fault. You didn’t even recognize the person you had been with for two years. You grabbed your things and left, not saying a word to him on the way out.
That was over a week ago. You hadn’t spoken to Rafe since nor did you want to. You frequented your other friends and avoided any of his hot spots.
Since you were doing such a great job of not coming into contact with him, you didn’t know how much turmoil he was going through at home.
“God, Rafe, I ask you to do one thing and you can’t even do that right.” Ward scolded him. “Dad, I didn’t-“ Rafe started. “No, I don’t want to hear another excuse from you. All you have are excuses and you never change.” Ward continued. “I forgot to pick up Wheezie on time it’s not like I left her there.” Rafe sassed back.
“Again, one simple task. You just keep screwing up.” Ward said. “What do you want me to do, dad? All I do is try to please you and even that’s not enough. Sorry we all can’t be like Sarah.” Rafe said. “I want you out of this house.” Ward told him.
Rafe’s blood ran cold not thinking his father would actually kick him out. “What? You can’t be serious.” He said. “Oh I am. Pack your belongings and get out.” His father told him before leaving the room.
What was he supposed to do now? Where was he supposed to go? He didn’t know where he would stay. Topper and Kelce weren’t his true friends, would they let him crash?
He was finally out of options. Rafe packed his things, grabbing everything he thought he would need and walked out of his house. He felt his truck keys in his pocket and realized that his father never said to leave the car.
If worse comes to worse, he could sleep in the truck. Rafe drove around for hours, trying to figure out where to go. He didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt a tear hit the hand that was holding up his head.
All he could think about was you. How all he wanted to do to make himself feel better was be with you. You always knew the right things to say when his father went a little too far. But he was the reason you left. Rafe was just like his dad and took it too far.
You were just trying to get him to see that he was going down a dangerous path and he didn’t want to hear it. He threw the life he wanted with you down the drain the second he made you feel unsafe.
Without even realizing it, Rafe was parked in front of your house. But he couldn’t get the courage to get out of the truck and knock on the door. You didn’t want to see him, you made it perfectly clear every time you crossed the street when you saw him walking in your direction.
Rafe looked up at your window and saw your light on. Then he saw the curtain shift and ducked behind the steering wheel, hoping you didn’t see him.
But you did. You heard the sound of the truck the second it parked in your driveway. You just didn’t know how you could face Rafe. A part of you was still scared of him and his erratic behavior. What if he was high right now and another screaming match would start?
Then you heard the doorbell ring. You froze in your spot, placing the book you were reading face down on your bed. Again, the doorbell rang. You crept down the stairs quietly, hoping that maybe if you didn’t answer, he’d just give up and you wouldn’t have to have the conversation you were avoiding for days.
“Y/N, please. I-I know you hate me and you have every right too, I just don’t know where else to go.” Rafe spoke. You could hear it in his voice that something was wrong.
He didn’t deserve your compassion but with the sound of his voice being so broken, you couldn’t help it.
You opened the front door and saw Rafe with disheveled hair and red, watery eyes. “R-Rafe, what happened?” You questioned meekly. “My dad, he uh, he kicked me out. And for some reason I ended up here.” He answered.
“I just, you are the one person who has always made me feel better and I screwed it up. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve any of the things I said or did. I told you that you’d always be safe with me and now you’re scared of me.” He continued.
“Rafe, I’m not-“ You started. “No, Y/N, you are. I can see it on your face. And it’s my fault.” Rafe interjected.
You grabbed his hand gently and tried to bring him inside your house. “Y/N,” Rafe started, trying to pull his hand away. “Stop. Just because you screwed up doesn’t mean I don’t still care about you. Rafe.” You said. “I don’t deserve you.” He whispered.
“The addict version of you doesn’t. But the Rafe I fell in love with does.” You said. “I-I can get better. I’ve been trying to get clean since you left but I need you, Y/N. Is there any way you can forgive me for what I did?” He asked.
“In time, yeah. We just need to go slow. Until I know for sure you’re serious about getting clean.” You answered. “We can take all the time you need. I just need you.” He said.
You nodded your head before stepping outside and walking towards his truck. “What are you doing?” He asked. “I’m getting your stuff. You can stay here.” You answered. “Are you sure your parents will be okay with it?” He questioned. “No offense, but my parents hate your dad. They’ll let you stay.” You said.
“I love you, you know that right?” Rafe said. “I love you too.” You replied. “Now come on. I’ll show you the guest room.” You added.
That night you were Rafe’s saving grace. He didn’t know what would’ve happened if you turned him away. You knew deep down that the Rafe was still the person you’ve known for so long. He lost his way and though it was going to be a long road to recovery, you were going to stick by him.
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touch pt. 2
warnings: smut (surprise), oral (female receiving), 18+, language, literally no plot & i’m not sorry
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part two part two part two baby! thanks for all the love on the first! ✨taglist is open✨ i’m smoochin’ all your faces
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sarah bustled around her room like it was on fire. her clothes were thrown messily on her floor and she had half of her hair up in a crazy-looking bun. you laughed from where you snuggled into her pillow. you were still rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, having woken up to the closet doors groaning open.
“oh my god, where the hell did i put them?” sarah said, but you knew she wasn’t asking you in particular. her hands dug through a basket in her closet.
sitting up, you figured now was as good a time as any to get moving. with sarah leaving soon, you didn’t feel comfortable just lying in her bed like she insisted. given that you were best friends, and her house was your house, and vice versa, you jumped at the opportunity of leaving. she always offered the possibility of you staying longer than you wanted because she was a good friend.
which was why when you cleared your throat and tasted her brother, your cheeks lit up with a steady burning fire. you were glad her back was to you as she switched bikini tops, replacing the blue for the yellow. were you ashamed or reminiscing? there wasn’t time to think about it as she finished getting ready.
“you’re more than welcome to stay, you know. i feel bad running out on you.” sarah repeated once more.
“it’s fine. go have fun with john b and fill me in later.” you wiggled your eyebrows at her as you gathered your things and threw on your sweatshirt.
“how about we order some takeout and binge watch how to get away with murder next weekend?”
“that would be great.”
sarah beamed at you before leading you out of her room and down the stairs. you kept your eyes straight but noted the ajar door to rafe’s room. maybe he had already left for the day.
“morning!” rose chirped happily as you followed sarah into the kitchen. it all seemed very familiar as you walked in, even though you’d been in the cameron’s kitchen more times than you could count, but also because the last time had been less than six hours ago.
everybody was awake and doing something. wheezie was eating freezer waffles, ward had a few manila folders splayed in front of him on the table, and rose was cutting up oranges. sarah gave her a hug from behind as she passed and then turned to smack rafe’s back lightly as he cooked something on the stove.
you breathed in sharply at the sight of him. you blinked last night’s events away given that his entire family was right in front of you and now was not the time to think about it. you reminded yourself not to give anything away with your best friend in the same room. but you also wondered if rafe thought the same thing. would he try to hide it?
“you two sleep okay? i turned the air off since it was so nice out last night.” rose said.
you caught rafe’s eye when he looked over, that tiny jolt going up your arms. your feet melted into the floor and rose looked over at you with a sweet smile as sarah leaned on her other side.
“i was pretty comfortable,” sarah shrugged and took a slice of orange.
“you girls hungry? i’m sure rafe could make something up.”
“i’m going out with john b. he should be here in a few minutes.”
“y/n?” rose lifted her perfect brows as you stood at the end of the island, holding all of your things tightly.
“i’m actually going to head out,” you said. “thank you for the offer though.”
“aw, are you sure?” rose set down the knife on the cutting board. rafe glanced over his shoulder as the contents of the pan sizzled.
“yes. thank you though. i’ll see you guys again soon.” you hugged rose when she came toward you and you waved to sarah and the rest of the family at the table. you and rafe looked at each other once more before you walked out.
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“oooh, look at these! i love these! how much?”
“12 dollars. they would go great with your top actually.”
“you’re so right! i’ll take them.”
the customer beamed at you as they handed over the set of sea glass earrings. you rang them up and returned some change before wrapping the jewelry in tissue paper and sealing it with the boutique’s sticker. you placed the wrapped gift carefully into a tiny reusable bag and handed it over.
“have a good day,” you smiled your noteworthy customer service smile and relaxed once they left, the front doorbell going off.
it wasn’t that you hated your job. but you hated your job. the main reason was that it was part time, and the second main reason was because you hated working in retail. it was exhausting having to put on a fake smile and answer stupid questions like whether or not you sold earrings when you literally worked in a jewelry store. it was tiring really, if only for four hours a day.
thankfully, you were due to clock out in about fifteen minutes and you couldn’t wait. you busied yourself with cleaning a few displays then restocking some with new styles your boss, the owner, had batched out the week before.
“hey, y/n,” you looked up at your co-worker coming through the front door. your shoulders tensed as the cheery doorbell went off, but the arrival of your co-worker was always a relief.
“did you dye your hair again?” you eyed their bright locks as they went behind the counter and situated themselves for the rest of the day.
“yup and i think i’ll stick with it for a while. you like?”
“it’s bright.” you tried to say it as politely as you could. “maybe you’ll bring in more customers.”
they laughed at your comment and disappeared into the back. you turned to the display and set a few necklaces down.
once you gathered your things and said goodbye to your boss in the back office, you waved to your co-worker and toned out the bell above your head as you left.
the main street where the boutique was was swarming like a beehive. it was tourist season after all and there was nothing better to do on the island than shop or laze around at the beach. the island was perfect since both activities didn’t require much travel.
you glanced into a few windows as you walked down the sidewalk, dodging a couple kids with heaping amounts of ice cream on a tiny cone. the sun beat down from above and it was a wonder that the ice cream hadn’t already melted down their wrists.
your ears perked up at the sound of a car horn and a second later a truck was pulling up right beside you. looking over curiously, you recognized the gray truck and the person behind the wheel. your stomach leaped.
“hey.” rafe called from his seat as you both came to a stop.
“hi.” you said, feeling frozen momentarily.
“do you want a ride?” he asked in a hopeful tone that you couldn’t stop thinking about once it left his mouth.
you hadn’t seen or heard from him in a couple days since your sleepover with sarah and a part of you didn’t think you’d talk to him again until you went back to his house. you thought it was weird that he didn’t text you or even call, but then you reminded yourself that he was your best friend’s brother, and she didn’t know about what had happened between you two. you wondered if she would be angry with you.
you thought about accepting his offer, seeing no real harm in it. it was only a fifteen-minute walk otherwise. but something drove you to say yes and before you knew it, you were grabbing ahold of the door handle.
“thanks.” you said as you settled into the passenger’s seat. he pulled away from the curb easily as you put your seatbelt on, listening for the satisfying click of the lock.
“you just get out of work?” he asked, making small talk.
“yeah.” you nodded and glanced at his arm. the vein taunted you as he reached out to fiddle with the radio. you shifted in your seat. “what were you doing?”
“i had to drop some stuff off at the post office for my dad and work. i saw you walking and figured i could offer you a ride. even though you don’t live far.” he said with a soft shrug.
“i appreciate it.” you said and looked out the rolled down window.
you watched the cement walkway disappear and turn into the fine sand along the shoulder of the road. houses started to litter the street instead of the businesses and storefronts. you could hear the sand under rafe’s tires and you closed your eyes for a moment to focus on the breeze. you opened them back up when you felt the ghost of rafe’s fingers in your hair.
looking away from the dusty shoulder, you set your gaze on the road stretched before you. rafe kept a lose hand on the very top of the wheel, his other resting in his lap. you swallowed and licked your lips.
“rafe?”
“yeah?”
willing yourself to look up at him, trying to act quickly before he reached your house, you stared at the side of his face. he glanced over quickly then back to the road.
“don’t bring me home.” you said in a small voice, hoping the question didn’t lead to rejection.
his eyes flicked to your face, his jaw flexing. “okay. where do you want to go?”
you let your gaze waver, wandering down his chin to his neck where he visibly swallowed. did you make him nervous?
“just somewhere private,” you said.
you wet your lips when he looked at you again, your eyes trailing from his neck to his face. your hands were itching to reach across and touch him, but they settled on fidgeting in your lap. when you looked out the windshield again, you saw your yellow front door pass by as rafe continued to drive. you took a deep breath in.
after a couple turns and the road turning into more sand, rafe pulled to a dead end in front of the marsh. the engine cut off with a turn of the ignition key and fizzled out to let the lapping water fill the car. you kept your eyes on the small bay ahead, spotting a dragonfly whizzing by over the water. letting the marsh sounds fill your ears, it seemed to calm your nerves.
you nervously glanced at rafe in the quiet cab of the truck. you wondered what was going through his head. he turned his eyes to you, letting them linger around your face. you swallowed.
giving a mental swift kick to your own rear, you looked over your shoulder into the back seat and unbuckled yourself. you slipped the strap of your bag off your shoulder and left it in the seat as you twisted and crawled over the console. rafe watched you, a dumbfounded smile making its way onto his lips.
you laughed when you saw it. “come on,” you patted to the seat beside you and scooted to the right so he’d have enough room.
rafe looked gigantic when he turned in his seat, bumping into the wheel and nearly pushing on the horn. you grinned as you watched him, the simple journey into the backseat seeming so wild. it felt like you were somewhere you shouldn’t be with someone your parents had warned you about. your parents loved rafe actually.
his knee bumped into yours once he was settled and situated. the space was too small for the two of you but you liked feeling his skin against yours. it also felt much more private than the open windows in the front.
looking over at rafe, you let your hand fall easily to his knee. he shifted his top half and closed most of the space between you, bringing an arm to rest atop the seat behind you. you breathed softly, trying not to show how fast your heart had started to thrum.
your eyes flicked down to rafe’s lips and you thought about how you didn’t know what they felt like.
“what are you thinking?” you asked as you licked your own lips.
rafe reached a hand up to your cheek, finally touching you and nearly drawing a moan from your throat as you leaned into his touch. when had you become so touch-starved? well, you could probably answer that.
“how badly i want to kiss you right now.”
you let out a breath as he looked down at your open and ready mouth. you both leaned in and finally kissed, rafe’s lips capturing yours and yours capturing his. your hand moved to his neck. his fingers on your cheek traveled into your hair again. you didn’t mean to make a noise but come on! you loved feeling his fingers in your hair.
“how i have you in my truck, in my backseat.” he pulled away to say, in a near whisper, then kissed you again. he licked into your mouth and it was difficult to find the words to portray just how amazing it felt. needless to say, your underwear was going to be soaked any second now.
you opened for him and moved closer to eliminate any space between you. he parted from your lips to travel downward. you leaned your head back, happily giving him the access he craved. your breath was coming out heavier now, but you didn’t have that panic of losing your breath like drowning. it was a good situation to lose your breath.
“how it’s been two days and i haven’t stopped thinking about the other night.” he admitted into the thin skin under your jaw. he switched hands, one holding your head in place and the other skimming over your chest. he nipped at your flesh.
“rafe,” you moaned and grabbed a fistful of his shirt.
“what do you want?” he asked, his hot breath blowing across your cheeks. you peeked your eyes open and saw tiny flakes of brown in his eyes. his hand traveled further until it landed on your thigh, squeezing and triggering the sweetest of shivers.
“i want your mouth on me.”
pressing a kiss to your lips, rafe pulled away again to look over your face. “are you sure?”
you nodded and let go of his shirt to touch his cheek. you just wanted to feel his mouth everywhere on you.
“please,” you said. you shuffled away from him reluctantly so you could situate yourself on the seat. your head and shoulders rested against the back door and you brought your legs up over his lap, already having slipped your shoes off. he watched you intriguingly. your stomach sank a little, hoping he wasn’t going to turn you down.
when his hands reached toward your bottoms, you couldn’t help the smile that took over your face. he undid the button and tugged them down. lifting your legs so you could open them for him, he leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to the inside of your knee. his fingers traced your calf as he shuffled and bent down as awkwardly as possible in the cramped space. you felt bad for a moment until you saw the way he looked up at you. he wanted this just as much as you did.
keeping eye contact with you as he placed his mouth right over your pubic bone, you moaned faintly. it was so delicate and soft that you didn’t expect it to feel that way. he caressed your calf as he pressed another kiss over your underwear, moving lower and lower to where you had soaked them through. your face went a little red, anticipating his reaction to it.
he looked godly as he stared up the expanse of your torso and to your eyes, all the while his lips pressed against your clothed entrance. his groan at the state of your underwear sent ripples out from the exact spot he kissed, like the vibrations of him sent shockwaves through you.
“you’re soaked,” he breathed against you and had you wanting to close your legs. instead, you slipped from his grasp and took your underwear off.
pressing your left leg into the back of the seat, you opened for rafe again. he looked down at you in front of him and licked his lips hungrily.
“god, you’re fucking pretty.”
you bit your lip at the way he looked at you, like he wanted to go to town. you were all for it really, but with the way he’d been touching you so far you had a feeling he’d be super gentle.
taking your leg and guiding it over his shoulder, he pressed a kiss to your thigh. then he finally tasted you with a savoring lick between your folds. it felt so good that he even hummed against you. you moaned in return and slipped your eyes closed. you needed something to hold on to. searching for the seat, you reached up to that tiny metal pole of the headrest and curled your fingers around it. it was cool and grounded you to where you were.
rafe licked another stripe, making a delicious noise with his tongue. you were sure if you weren’t so aroused that you’d gag at the sound.
one of his hands moved to your hip now, his skin rough and warm against yours. a gasp left your lips as you flinched without much thought, your leg over his shoulder tightening. they were all caused by rafe’s tongue brushing over your clit, something you hadn’t expected yet. you surely welcomed it when he did it again after feeling your reaction. he did it softly the second time around and you felt him shift below you before one of his fingers appeared at your entrance.
“fuck,” you whispered mostly to yourself. rafe pulled away a second later and you gasped as his finger coated in your arousal before pushing into you at the same time he reconnected with your clit.
you moaned lowly from the back of your throat. “rafe, that feels so good.”
he spent a few seconds sucking on you until he disappeared again. “look at me,” he said with a squeeze to your hip. his finger continued to move.
you breathed through your mouth as you opened your eyes and looked down at him. his seemed a smidge darker, but he held a sweet and fascinated smile on his lips.
“do you want another?”
“y-yes, please.”
you reached down and grabbed ahold of his wrist on your hip. your fingers tightened around the headrest at the same time. rafe pushed in another and returned to your clit, his tongue moving. you moaned as you watched him, wondering why you had even closed your eyes in the first place. he looked heavenly between your legs, and it felt even better.
pulling his fingers out, he brought them to his lips and licked them clean. “fuck, you taste so good, baby.”
you whimpered the next moment when he wrapped his hand around your thigh and licked up your folds. both of your hands let go to attach to his hair, your fingers spreading and pulling.
rafe’s mouth worked over you a bit quicker this time and you could tell he was losing himself in it, but you were enjoying it. it was startling when his tongue dipped into you and he pulled away only to spit, but it blew your mind. he licked widely up to your clit then, mixing everything in to one as he closed his mouth over the sensitive mound.
“oh my god.”
you felt your muscles tightening in your abdomen and the familiar feeling of wanting to move, of wanting to release. your feet tensed, a white-hot fervor starting in your toes.
“fuck, rafe, i’m going to come.” you gasped. “make me come, please, please.”
rafe obliged, his tongue flicking over you and causing your muscles to tighten even more. your eyes pricked with tears; your legs tightened on either side of him. he held them open and you wanted to curse him out for not letting you close them, to trap him in place and never have him stop.
your hips lifted off the seat, bucking against his face as you grew closer. you thought you were ripping his hair out when you came undone, moaning loudly out into the truck, to the marsh. seconds later, your grip loosened on his scalp as he licked you clean, catching everything on his tongue.
pressing a kiss to your thigh, rafe pulled away slowly and sat up. you lay there for a moment, collecting yourself and catching your breath. the muscles in your legs felt like they liquified, but you could feel them harden again to help you move. the fire in your toes died out, a pulse still existent from your release.
“thank you.” you said to rafe as you sat up and pulled your underwear back on tiredly. you looked over to find him watching you with a soft smile and a subtle dent in his shorts. “can i do something for you?” you asked, nodding toward his lap.
rafe glanced down then shook his head at you. “no, that’s okay. i liked just tasting you.”
he didn’t say anything else as he brushed your hair over your shoulder and pressed a kiss there. his hand ran down your back. you grinned at your lap, holding your shorts and wondering where to go from there. rafe’s hand felt nice, his thumb rubbing gently. when you looked over at him, he leaned in and kissed you slowly. his hand moved up to the back of your neck while one of yours reached to touch his jaw.
“i should get home,” you said when you broke apart. you found those brown specks again and wanted nothing more than to analyze them further, but if you didn’t show your face at home soon, your phone would be interjecting in your time with rafe.
he nodded in understanding and moved apart from you so you could pull your shorts back on. “when can i see you again?”
it was such a stupid thing to make your heart leap in your chest. it even made your body flush as if it already wasn’t.
you grinned at him. “you have my number.”
he nodded again and moved in for another kiss. you reciprocated and gave it your all, hoping that if he hadn’t already decided, that he’d call you or text you tonight. it was thrilling to think about the next time you’d see him.
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JJ Maybank x reader
Requested by anon/Summary: You get held hostage by Barry because of what happened when Barry tried to steal the gold and when JJ stole his money.
A/N: really not a fan of how this turned out especially the ending but I wasn’t sure how else to write it. I think I rewrote it 3 times ugh
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You and the pogues were on your way to some warehouse that the lady at the pawnshop was sending you too. It seemed sketchy.
“There isn’t anything out here.” You say looking around.
“I’ve never even heard of Resurrection drive.” Sarah adds.
“Cause you’re a kook.” JJ says.
“You’re not and you’ve never heard of it either.” Kie comments.
You had a bad feeling about this. That’s when the sirens were heard behind you. A police car.
“Shit.” JJ groans.
“What the hell did we do?” Pope says.
JJ quickly hides the gold under the seat and that’s when the guy cocks the shot gun in John B’s face, “Hands up!”
You look at JJ, the rest of the pogues with the same expression, “It was a set up!”
“That stupid bitch!” JJ yells.
“I said hands up! Now get out!” The guy yells.
John B slowly steps out, hands up.
“Get them out! Let them out.” The guy instructs, keeping the gun aimed at John B.
John B does as asked and opens the door to the van, you all stepping out, hands in the air.
The guy points the gun at you, “Everyone down on the ground! Now! Face down!”
JJ’s quick to step in front of you, but that pisses the guy off.
“I said get down! Now! Or I’ll blow all your faces off.” He pushes the gun in JJ’s face.
“Alright Alright! We’re going!” JJ says, stepping back.
You guys follow the instructions, laying down in the ground. You look at JJ next to you, your eyes filling with tears. The guy gets in the van and begins looking through it before he finally finds the gold. He steps back out, gun still pointed at you guys. The guys makes his way to the car, but John B’s there and gets the gun out of his hand. That’s when the rest of you pogues jump in on the guy, beating him.
JJ steals his I.D and decides he wants to go to his house. Everyone’s against it and when JJ comes out of the guys house with a wad of cash in a bag, you know this can’t be good.
~
You were right. It wasn’t good. You were tied to a chair in some warehouse, while the guy, now known as Barry, stands in front of you. He’d grabbed you after your shift at the Wreck. You didn’t even know what had hit you. Then you woke up tied to the chair.
“what do you want with me?”
He twirls the knife in his hand, “My money back. The money your boyfriend stole?”
You whimper as he gets close to you, pushing the knife against your neck, “However, I may call it even and take your pretty self instead..”
“Please don’t, just let me go. We’ll get your money back.”
He sighs, pulling away, “Yeah you will. Or they’ll be consequences.” He slowly trails the knife down your chest, cutting the tank top, your chest now exposed.
“come on dude, this wasn’t a part of the deal.” Rafe reasons. “We weren’t going to hurt her, just scare Maybank into giving the money back.”
Barry looks at Rafe, “Country club. I can change the deal whenever I want. Come on, don’t say you never wanted to have a little piece of her.” He smirks.
Rafe looks at you then at Barry, “Can’t say that I have.”
Barry sighs, “Fine.” He looks at his watch, “Where the hell is the stupid kid with my money?!”
“I’m right here!” JJ slowly walks in with a black bag in his hand, his hands raised in surrender. He looks over at you, his blood boiling at the sight, “you said you wouldn’t hurt her.” He grits his teeth.
Barry nods, “we didn’t. Just wanted something to look at while we waited.” He walks over to JJ, Rafe grabbing him from behind and taking the bag, “All the money here?”
“It’s there, now let her go.”
Barry looks through the bag, nodding, “Okay.” He looks at you, then JJ, “We’re going to have some fun first.” He smirks before walking over to you.
“Your money’s there! This wasn’t the deal!” JJ thrashes in Rafe’s arms.
“Country club tie him up. He’s going to watch.” Barry instructs.
You whimper as Barry takes his hand to your neck, pushing your hair out of the way.
“Barry you’ve got your money, leave the girl alone.” Rafe says, still holding JJ.
“Don’t you touch her! I’ll kill you stupid son of a bitch!”
You close your eyes as he runs his hand down the front of you, over your chest. His nasty mouth on your neck.
JJ watches helplessly and continues to thrash, “You son of a bitch! Get your hands off her!”
Barry chuckles, “So angry.” His hands move off your body, cutting the ties, “There.” He looks at Rafe, “Let’s get out of here.”
Rafe lets go of JJ and he drops to his knees in front of you, “Baby I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” His hand goes to your cheek.
“Just get me out of here.” You whimper, “please.”
He nods and picks you up, carrying you out of the warehouse.
~
He holds you in his arms, running his hand through your hair. This was all his fault. All because he made the stupid decision of stealing the money. As soon as he’d brought you home, he’d sat in the bathroom with you, taking the cloth and washing you off. You felt nasty after having his hands on you. He then had carried you to bed in one of his shirts. It had smelled like him and was comforting.
“I’m so sorry..” He whispers, “I was an idiot.”
You sniffle, “You can’t do stupid shit like that, JJ. It always comes back around.”
He sighs, kissing your head, “I know baby.. I know.”
You look up at him and can see his eyes are glassy, “Look I’m okay.. don’t beat yourself up over this.”
He looks down at you and rubs his thumb along your cheek, “They could have hurt you and it would have been my fault.”
“yeah but you saved me.. and I didn’t get hurt. I’m fine.”
He pulls you back against his chest, holding you close, and kissing your head, “I love you.”
“I love you too..”
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Never Let You Go || Rafe Cameron
pairing: rafe x routledge!reader; john b x sister!reader
mentions: jj, topper, big john, kie and pope briefly
requested: no
warnings: angst, swearing, underage drinking, is heartbreak a warning, fluff at the end
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“Why won’t you look at me?” you asked softly, sitting on the soft, unmade king sized bed.
Rafe stood shirtless across the room, chest heaving with heavy breaths. He had his back to you. One hand was against the wall in a clenched fist, the other running through his long hair.
“Rafe.”
“What do you want me to say? Huh?!” he turned to you, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned down.
“I don’t know, that you feel it too?! I would expect something a little more after I just said I love you!” you shouted, throwing your arms up exaggeratedly.
Rafe shook his head and let out a dark laugh. Something in his eyes changed and you felt a tug at your heart strings. After seeing each other for a year, you figured he would have the same feelings as you. Yeah you were never exclusive, but everyone knew you were together. Everyone knew Rafe wasn’t sleeping with anyone else.
“But I don’t, (Y/N). This has been sex, that’s all. Really good sex,” every word he spoke cut through you like a knife. Then he ripped out your heart and stomped on it right in front of you, “I could never love a Pogue like you.”
Just less than two years. You left home at seventeen and here you were, driving back through the same island you grew up on, almost nineteen now. Figure Eight looked just the same as it used to, a few newer, bigger houses were built. But it still looked the same. The Cut was no different. Your heart ached as you drove past the run down houses.
You arrived at the old house and parked behind the Volkswagen van. Memories flooded your brain of you and John B playing in the yard when you were younger. A frown pulled at your lips.
You walked up to the front door and tried the knob, turning it with ease and swinging it open. You grimaced slightly at the sight in front of you. Beer cans and bottles littered all the surfaces along with dead juul pods and joint roaches. The pullout couch was open and unmade. It wreaked of stale booze and marijuana.
“Dude, I’m telling you, they’re wrong. I’m not signing those fucking papers,” your heart rate sped up significantly when you heard that voice. He sounded so much older but still the same.
You stood in middle of the room as John B came out of your father’s old room. He did a double take, stopping dead in his tracks at the end of the small hallway. His hazel eyes were glued to your face like he’d seen a ghost.
“Hi, bubba,” you whispered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
John B rushed to you, scooping you in his arms by the waist and squeezing you tight. You heard a choked sob leave his lips. One of your hands rested on the back of his head and the other arm wound tightly around his shoulders.
He was so much taller now. He looked like a full grown man. His hair was longer and his skin was tanner, more freckled than it used to be. But he was still the sweet little brother you remembered and adored.
“I’m here, shh, you’re okay,” you cooed softly, hand stroking over his curls gently.
“You’re all I have left,” John B’s broken voice had those tears falling immediately. You mentally kicked yourself for waiting so long to come home. You should have been here sooner. You’d gotten the call from Peterkin a month ago about your father’s disappearance, you just hadn’t worked up the nerve to return.
“What did I tell you? That’s why I told you to stay off the North side and stay away from those people!” Big John had been yelling for well over half an hour. Instead of comforting his daughter when she came home in tears, he was berating her. He scolded her for getting mixed up in the Kook life and falling for one of them.
“Do you think I meant for this to happen?! I was just doing what you told me to, Dad! I’m trying to make a better life for myself!”
“And how’s that working out for you? The real world ain’t pretty is it, sweetheart? Why don’t you be like your brother and get a real fucking job instead of mooching off rich scum!” Big John damn near flipped the kitchen table as he stood up. “If you don’t get your shit together, (Y/N), you may as well just leave.”
The office door slammed shut and you were left standing alone in the middle of the kitchen, hands shaking and angry tears streaming down your cheeks. In a hurry, you rushed into yours and John B’s shared bedroom. You pulled out the only two duffle bags you had and hastily started shoving your clothes in one. As many personal items as you could fit were shoved in the other.
John B sat crisscross in the middle of his bed. He’d been listening to you and your father fight the whole time. He knew what you were doing but he couldn’t let you go without a fight.
“You’re just gonna leave me here?” his voice was so small and pained. Your poor little brother was too young to have to deal with this. He had only just turned fifteen.
You stopped packing and stood up, turning to face John B slowly. He was staring up at you, tears swimming in his eyes. You walked over and sat down next to him.
“I can’t do this anymore, JB. I can’t live with him constantly looking at me like some failure,” you told your brother softly. It wasn’t just your father. Your fight with Rafe and everything he said was weighing heavy on your mind as well. You just wanted to get off that island and never look back.
“Then just make him happy! Do what he says and stay! I don’t want you to go.”
You smiled sadly and brushed your brother’s curls away from his eyes. You leant down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “I wouldn’t be me if I did that, bubba. I wouldn’t be living my life,” you explained.
John B’s arms wrapped around your waist and he cried into your shoulder, knowing nothing he said would make you stay. You held him tightly to your side until his cries were mere sniffles. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and looked up at you.
“I love you.”
You bit your trembling bottom lip and nodded, whispering, “I love you too, John B. Always. I’ll come back one day, I promise.”
“We need to throw a welcome back party,” JJ said from his spot on a chair on the screened in porch. He was rolling a joint, eyebrows knitted in concentration, eyes nearly crossed from how closely he held it to is face.
You were laid on the couch, hands behind your head as you stared up at the ceiling. You hummed in response, not completely opposed to the idea. One thing you missed about the OBX were the parties. People on the mainland just didn’t know how to do it like the islanders.
“Kegger at the Boneyard?” John B suggest from the chair beside JJ, eyebrows raised as he looked between the two of you.
“I’m always down for a kegger,” you responded while sitting up, letting out a small laugh. “Am I really about to go to a party with my little brother?”
John B scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Our parties are the best. You’ve been missing out.”
“I’ll just have to see that for myself won’t I?” you responded with a wink, standing from the couch and going into the house to get ready.
You went into your father’s old room and dig through your bags until you found a proper outfit. You took a quick shower to rid yourself of sweat and sand, using your favorite rose scented body wash. You knew there was a chance that you’d see Rafe tonight, and you wanted to make damn sure that you looked your best.
The party was in full swing at the Cameron house. Ward was away on a business trip, so Rafe was taking full advantage of having the house to himself. He kept checking his phone in hopes that he’d see a text with your name attached, but one never came.
Regret bubbled in the dirty blonde’s stomach at what he’d said to you a few days before. He hadn’t seen you since that night and he was craving the feeling of your lips on his. Usually if the two of you argued, it was only about a day before one of you was crawling back. He knew what he said probably hurt you so he was giving you your space.
Rafe’s eyes scanned over the crowd of people, hoping to see your familiar head of h/c hair. He didn’t find you. Instead, he made his way over to his best friend in hopes that maybe someone had seen you. You never missed a good party.
“Hey, Top, have you seen (Y/N)?”
The smile Topper had previously been wearing slowly fell. He glanced around the room and looked back at Rafe with an unreadable expression.
“Dude, what?” Rafe’s tone was annoyed. Clearly his friend knew something that he didn’t and he wanted him to spit it out.
“(Y/N)’s gone, Rafe. Word on the street is she ran away the other night. She left,” Topper told him.
Rafe stared at Topper with a blank expression, heart hammering against his chest. He turned quickly and made a beeline for the backdoor, ignoring the shouts of his name from behind him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe and needed to get out of that crowd.
The blonde Kook pulled out his phone and dialed your number, holding the device to his ear with a shaking hand. A dial tone pierced his ear before an automated voice came through.
“We’re sorry, but the number you’re trying to reach has been disconnected...”
Rafe hung up, breathing deeply through nose before trying again. The same message repeated back to him four more times. In anger, he threw his phone against the brick of the house with a shout. He ran his fingers through his long hair and tried to suck in a few shaky breaths.
“Fuck!” he shouted, slamming his hands against the house.
“Yo, chill out dude! What happened?” Topper approached his friend after seeing his outburst. He was shocked when Rafe turned to him with tears blurring his vision.
Rafe’s voice shook as he responded sadly, “She fucking left because of me!” He put his hands on top of his head and turned away. He didn’t know if Topper heard him, but he continued, even if he was just talking to himself, “I fucking told her I didn’t love her and now she’s gone.”
When you arrived at the Boneyard, Pope and Kiara already had one keg set up. John B and JJ carried a second one down to the sand. The were already a few people from The Cut there, catching word early of the party. You couldn’t stop smiling as John B passed you a cup of cheap beer.
You fiddled with the radio that was near the kegs until you found a good station. You turned the volume up and started dancing to the song that came on as you made your way back over to your brother and his friends.
“A toast!” JJ shouted, raising his red solo cup in the air. Everyone followed his actions with grins stretched across their lips. “To (Y/N) motherfucking Routledge! Welcome home!”
The five of you cheered and knocked your cups together then downed some of the bitter liquid. You grimaced as you forced it down your throat and shook your head in disgust. You did not miss warm, cheap beer.
A couple of hours passed and the Boneyard filled up with all kinds of people. Kids from The Cut, Tourons, and even Kooks. So far no one had started a turf war and you were thankful for that. You didn’t want to remember your first party back like that.
You had been chatting with a couple of your old friends near the bonfire when a blonde caught your eye through the flames. You excused yourself from the small group and made your way around the fire to the familiar person.
“Topper Thornton?” you spoke through a laugh, watching said boy turn around. He looked shocked at first then a wide smile stretched across his face.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, marching through the sand and wrapping you a welcomed hug. “When did you get back?!”
“Yesterday,” you responded with a smile when he pulled back. You found your eyes glancing at the people around him, looking for someone.
Topper noticed and his eyes drifted behind you, smile never leaving his face. You already knew who he was looking at so you didn’t bother turning around.
“You should talk to him.”
“I can’t, Topper. It’s been almost two years and I have nothing to say to him,” you sighed, bringing your cup up to your lips and taking a gulp of your beverage.
“Try, (Y/N). He was never the same when he found out you were gone. He’s been fucked up over it ever since,” the blonde boy tried to reason with you.
He fell silent and looked to his right just as you felt a presence beside you. You looked up and directly into the bright blue eyes you fell in love with. The eyes you still dreamt about. The eyes you desperately missed after all this time. They were your favorite shade of blue.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Rafe said nervously, clutching a red cup in his fingers. His other hand was shoved in the pocket of his shorts. He heard the rumors that you were back. He came to the party to see for himself if it was true.
The sound of his voice was a shot to the heart. You almost forgot what it sounded like for him to say your name. You felt dizzy, like you couldn’t breathe and suddenly, you regretted agreeing to this stupid party in the first place. Without a word, you spun on your heel and started walking away.
“Wait,” Rafe called after you, following your quick steps down the beach. “(Y/N) wait!”
“What?! What Rafe?” you screamed as you turned around quickly to face the dirty blonde. You had made it pretty far down the beach, just barely able to hear the music.
“I-I haven’t seen you in almost two years and you don’t even want to talk to me?” he had stopped as well, standing a few feet away from you.
You scoffed and shook your head, running a hand through your hair. You had dropped your cup back where you walked away from Topper. Getting drunk was the last thing on your mind now.
“What did you expect? Hm?” you questioned, taking a menacing step closer to the man in front of you. “Did you really think the first thing I’d do was come to you and beg you to take me back? Expect me to crawl into bed with you?”
“No- I-”
“So you can tell me i was just a good fuck and that’s it?!” you were thankful no one lived in the woods behind you or the cops would have surly been called at the volume you were yelling at.
“I didn’t say it like that!” Rafe yelled back, also taking a step closer to you.
“Ah, you’re right,” you smacked your lips and held a finger to your chin in mock thought. “Your exact words were actually ‘this has been sex, that’s all. Really good sex. I could never love a Pogue like you.”
You were staring at each other now. Rafe was frowning and your eyes were like a fire burning into him. He remained silent.
“That’s right, Rafe. I never forgot. Those words still haunt me to this day.”
He never forgot either. He would regret saying them until the day he died. And he didn’t care if he had to spend forever making it up to. He would give anything to take it all back and maybe you would have stayed.
“I didn’t mean it,” Rafe’s voice shook. “I was.. I was scared.”
“Bullshit,” you muttered and turned to walk away again. He caught your wrist and spun you back around, his face within inches of yours.
“You can believe it or not, I don’t care. I love you, (Y/N). I always have and I was a fucking idiot to make you think I didn’t,” his voice was softer now, ocean blue eyes staring into your e/c ones. You saw no trace of dishonesty on his face. You could see nothing but pure regret and guilt in his eyes. “I was scared of loving you. I didn’t deserve to be loved by you so I pushed you away. We were so young I didn’t think we could even be in love. I will never be able to take back the pain I caused you, but I swear, I will try and make it up to you for the rest of my life.”
Rafe’s grip slowly released on your wrist. If you wanted to walk away, he was going to let you. He said everything he needed to say, and he meant every word. He was shocked when your hands came up and cupped his cheeks. Your touch was delicate, like you were going to break him.
The truth was, he said everything you’d been waiting to hear for the last two years. Deep down you knew that’s exactly what he was doing back then but you were just too hurt to do anything about it. The fighting with your father just piled on top of that, so you ran away from it all. Here and now, you were ready to let go of that painful past. You were ready to be loved by Rafe Cameron.
“Say it again,” you whispered, hands winding around the back of his neck.
“I love you, (Y/N) Routledge,” Rafe’s voice was confident, hands finding their way to your waist. He pulled you closer, until your chests were pressed together and you could feel the rapid beating of the other’s heart.
You pulled his head down and connected your lips in one of the most mind blowing kisses you’d ever had. Two years of pent up emotions came pouring out. Your lips moved in synchronization desperately, savoring each second; making up for lost time. His arms wound around your back and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his hips.
Rafe pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, soft pants leaving his parted lips. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. John B was going to kill you when he found out, but that thought was quickly pushed away.
“I’ll never let you go again,” Rafe whispered through a smile before reconnecting your lips.
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Part 22*
Summary: Your relationship with JJ may be coming to an end...
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Part 21 Part 23
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I fucked up bad.....
I felt so guilty about what I said to JJ, he was so angry with me....I can’t say I blame him.
It was an awkward ride back to the chateau, Kie and Pope had made up but JJ and I weren’t speaking. I looked out at the water, taking a deep breath. The reality of my brother having to leave me for god knows how long hitting me. Silent tears leaked down my face, I would truly be alone. JJ hated me and would probably never speak to me again, and Kie and Pope will be busy setting themselves up for college. I would be stuck at the chateau, alone, and working for Kie’s dad. I swiped at my face, not wanting my friends to see me crying. I had to be strong for us.
“What are we going to do once John B. leaves?” Pope asked.
“We’re clearing his name. Since I was there when the crime happened, I’ll be the best witness for them to interview. And I’m getting that gold back, for John B. and my dad. I’m not letting Ward get away with this that’s for sure.” I said, not turning to face them.
“Do you think Sarah will go with him?” Kie asked.
“I hope not, she needs to stay to help us fault her dad for the shooting.” I said, worry starting to bubble inside me.
“Will we ever see John B. again?” Pope questioned.
“Don’t say shit like that Pope, fuck.” I said, my voice cracking as the tears started to burn behind my eyes again.
“Of course we’ll see him again.” JJ spoke up, surprising me.
We got to the chateau, I jumped off the boat first. I didn’t stay to help them dock it, I went in my house to prepare some stuff for John B.. I packed some of his favorite snacks, waters, and even a few beers. I grabbed the biggest duffel bag I could find and shoved his clothes into it. I was using this as a distraction so I wouldn’t break down.
After I was finished I looked around his room, spotting a picture on his nightstand. I picked it up and immediately choked out a sob, putting my hand to my mouth. It was a picture of us when we were kids, it was the first day of school judging by the backpacks we had on. We had our arms around each other, cheesing hard at the camera. Another picture was of us about a year ago, we were at a kegger and the picture had all the Pogues posing. John B. with a hat flopping over his head, beer can held high. Kie was squatted down with a beer in one hand and pointing at the camera. Pope just looked confused and was pointing at something beside us. I was on JJ’s back, JJ still drinking his beer while I cheesed hard at the camera. I cried harder, sitting on the bed I put my head in my hands.
I wish I could turn back time....to make all of this go away. I was losing my best friend, my brother. I heard someone come in and I quickly wiped at my face. I walked back to the hallway and froze in place. JJ stood at the end of the hallway, his eyes meeting mine. We stared at each other for what felt like forever. I was the first to break it as I walked past him to take the stuff I packed for John B. out to the boat. I packed so much I had to take a few trips, I had given money to Kie and Pope to go get more supplies for JB so it was just JJ and I at the chateau.
JJ stood out on the porch, staring at me as I walked from the boat back to the house. It made me feel uneasy, I don’t think we had ever went this long without talking to each other.
“JJ...I’m so sorry.” I said, looking down at my feet. I couldn’t bear looking at the hurt look in his eyes.
“You said some really fucked up shit to me.” he said, the anger in his tone still present.
“I know what I said, and you’re right it was fucked. I took my anger out on you and I shouldn’t have. I don’t know what else you want me to say.” I said, shrugging my shoulder.
“I shot Barry because he had a knife to your throat, he was ready to kill you.” JJ said, I could feel his eyes glaring holes into me.
“I know...” I whispered.
“You threw that in my face like he didn’t deserve to be shot, like-like I was the bad guy!” he shouted, getting angrier the more he spoke.
“I don’t know what else to say JJ! I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me?!” I yelled back at him.
“Yeah, well I don’t know if I can do this with you anymore.” he said, my heart dropping.
“What the fuck JJ?!” I screamed, anger now bubbling in my chest.
“I can’t do anything right for you, so maybe we should just call it quits!” his face was getting red as I imagined mine was too.
“Fine then! Leave! I don’t want you in my house anymore! Get your shit and leave!” I yelled, shoving his chest.
“I laid my life down for you! I have fought for you, thought I had killed someone to protect you, and I cared for you! Nothing is good enough!” he shouted.
“I have never once said anything about those things JJ! I love you and would die for you! I wasn’t thinking when I said those things earlier! I was so fucking mad that my brother was being forced to go into hiding, and that Rafe put his hands on Kie I didn’t think before I spoke...I’m so so sorry I hurt you J, I really am. You are enough for me and I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear enough for you. I want to be everything for you, I want you to be my forever. I see our future all the time, despite all the bad that’s happened the past few months. My mind still went to you, us. If you still want to you can leave me, but just know I didn’t mean anything of what I said a few hours ago.” I said, tears flowing down my face. I couldn’t look at him anymore so I went back in the chateau, slamming the door shut behind me.
I shoved JJ’s stuff in a bag, the anger coming back. I was still crying when I went back outside where JJ was, throwing the bag at his feet. He looked at me, his brows furrowed.
“There’s your shit Maybank, nice knowin’ ya” I spat out, turning and going back to my room.
I heard the door open and I turned around, opening my mouth to say something else. I didn’t get the chance to because JJ had charged at me, his hand under my jaw as he slammed me up against the wall.
“JJ!” I shouted, putting my hands on his chest trying to shove him off me.
“You are mine. You said some fucked up shit, I said some fucked up shit. We’re not quitting on each other when we hit a rough patch sweets.” he growled at me.
“You’re the one who said we should break up!” I yelled, still trying to escape his hold.
“I’m so in love with you and have expressed it a lot, and you really think I meant that?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
“I hurt you J, I didn’t know what to think.” I whispered.
“You are the love of my life Routledge, I want my future to be you. I want all the cliche bullshit. I want us to grow together, I know you’re the one baby.” he said, I could see tears forming in his eyes.
“You’re getting sappy now Maybank.” I teased.
“I’ll never, ever leave you. I am promising to you right now that no matter how hard things get...I will never leave. I love you too much to let you go.” he said, my heart melting.
“JJ” I blubbered, tears bursting from both of us.
He kissed me hard and I threw my arms around his neck. It felt like my heart would burst for how much love I felt at that moment. Our tears mixed in with our kiss, neither of us caring. I knocked his hat off so I could thread my fingers in his messy blonde hair. He groaned when I tugged on it, making me smile into his mouth. We walked backwards to my room, both of us falling on my bed. I sat in his lap as we continued kissing, I had to pull away for air. Both of us ripped our shirts off at the same time, then we stood up to take our pants off. JJ grabbed me and threw me back on the bed, pulling my ankles so they were at the edge. He got on his knees, throwing my legs over his shoulders. He dove down to suck my clit as hard as he could, pulling back to nip it lightly. I gasped loud, fisting my sheets hard as I tried to wiggle my hips. JJ’s tight hold on me kept me restricted as he buried his face in my heat and ate me like I was his favorite meal. He pulled back and let some of his saliva drip on me, I just about came from how hot he looked doing it. My chest rose up and down erratically from how fast my orgasm was approaching. He licked at me harder, shaking his head to try and get as deep in me as possible. My orgasm hitting me out of nowhere as I shook and wiggled on the bed, throwing my hands in JJ’s hair and pulling hard.
“JJ!” I cried out because he wasn’t stopping.
He kept licking me and thrusting his tongue inside me, he was going so fast I started to feel another high building up already. It was becoming too much for me to take, but there wasn’t much I could do besides take it. He brought one of his hands down to thrust three of his fingers into me, going at an insanely rapid pace. I came again almost instantly, my eyes rolling back into my head as I screamed his name over and over.
He put one leg on the bed as he got to his feet and plunged himself deep inside me, forcing a sob from my chest. I held on to his biceps as he started to fuck me hard and fast. He rubbed at my clit, making me jump. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure, tears started running out of the corner of my eyes.
“JJ, please! I can’t,” I sobbed.
“You’re going to take what I give you sweets” he growled, pounding faster into me.
I came again, clenching down hard around him. He slowed his pace a little as I rode out my third orgasm. Once I came down, he flipped me over to put me on my hands and knees. He thrust into me again, going at the same rapid pace as before. My arms were shaking from trying to hold myself up, I jumped as he wrapped his hand around to rub at my clit. Collapsing on the bed I screamed into the sheets. I begged him to stop, but he kept going. It felt so good, but it was too much all at once.
“FUCK JJ!” I cried.
He wrapped his free hand in my hair and yanked me back up. He leaned down to kiss me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I could barely respond from how good I felt. He let go of me and I collapsed again, cumming hard as he kept up his pace on my clit and with his dick.
He pulled out and I thought it would be over, but he started to eat me again. The only thing holding me up was his arms wrapped under my thighs. I started to shake hard, I was full on sobbing now.
“You like it baby? You like it when I fuck you to tears my love?” he asked, chuckling under his breath when I nodded at him.
I only lasted a few more seconds, his last nip at my clit sending me soaring over the edge. My whole body was shaking at this point, I didn’t know how much more of this I could handle. He let go of me, I looked over my shoulder to see him stroking himself slowly. He went to the bed by my head, turning me so My head was laying over the edge of the bed.
“Gonna fuck your mouth now baby, ok?” he asked, I nodded.
I opened my mouth wide as he slid all the way down my throat. I put my hands on the back of his thighs, digging my nails in. He stayed there for a second, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He started to pump into my mouth at a slow pace, increasing speed the closer he got. I breathed through my nose the best I could, trying to relax myself. He bent over as he was still thrusting into my mouth to rub at my clit again, sparking a fire inside me. I was still sensitive to his touch, my legs jumping. He fucked my mouth faster, doing the same with his attention to my clit. I tried to kick my legs out to make him stop, but he would slap my thighs when I did it. Just as he was about to cum he pulled away from my mouth, flipping me around on the bed. He pounded into me, spitting on my clit to rub it again. I jolted around in his hold.
“One more time for me baby, please.” He panted, putting his forehead to mine.
I couldn’t help but comply because I came almost as soon as he finished his sentence. I gasped loudly, hearing JJ do the same. He moaned in my ear, whispering how much he loved me. He pulled out and collapsed on top of me. I was still panting hard, my legs felt like jello.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk in like months.” I said, earning a giggle from JJ.
“I am a sex god” he said, lifting his head to smirk at me.
“Shut the hell up and get me a wash cloth or something.” I demanded, JJ complying with my request.
After he cleaned me up, we put our clothes back on. Kie and Pope finally getting back.
“What took you all so fucking long?” I asked when JJ and I met them outside.
“Ummm, there was a line?” Pope said, scratching his head. I looked at Kie who was blushing hard.
“You got it in! My man!” JJ said, clapping Pope on the back.
“JJ shut up!” Kie yelled, rolling her eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation since that too was what JJ and I were doing.
Kie and Pope went to put the other stuff in the boat, JJ coming to my side and throwing his arms around me.
“I love you...like, a lot.” he said, laying his head on my shoulder. I giggled, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“You’re alright I guess” I muttered teasingly. JJ pouted at me, he looked so cute.
“Baby, you’re supposed to love meeee” he whined, shoving his face in my neck.
“Alright, alright...I guess I love you then Maybank.” I sighed, giggling again as I squeezed him tighter to me.
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Regret (j.m.)
Summary: you’re Sarah’s twin sister and friends with benefits with JJ. But what happens when you want to be more?
AN: just started watched the outer banks and though it’s a good show, i am not telling a single one of my friends that i’m watching it.
definitely taking a chance with this one but i hope you all enjoy!! i’ll probably keep writing for JJ!
You rolled over in your bed, a thin sheet covering up your body, when you noticed JJ standing next to it, getting dressed.
“Running away so soon?” You asked. “I, uh, thought it would be, you know, cause less trouble if I was out before your dad found me.” He stammered. You rested your head on your hand, as you watched him. You didn’t want to admit that you hated watching him basically dip out of your bedroom after a night of sex.
“You know, you don’t have to go home right? I’m sure we can stay hidden from my dad.” You spoke.
You knew about JJ’s home life and you being one of the only people he confided about his dad. He trusted you, which was why your arrangement worked out so well.
“Thanks, but I should probably get going. John B will probably wonder where I am.” JJ replied. “When does John B care where you are? You’re with me 90% of the time anyways.” You rebutted. “Why do you want me to stay so bad?” JJ asked, getting frustrated.
You swallowed harshly before sitting up, still clutching the sheet to your chest. “I don’t know, JJ, maybe because I like spending time with you and being with you and I actually want to hang out with you when it’s not us and John B, Kie and Pope. Just us.” You snapped back.
“This is just supposed to be sex, Y/N. That’s it.” He said. You scoffed, trying to hide the hurt on your face. “Got it. You can show yourself out then.” You said quietly, standing from your bed and locking yourself in your bathroom. “Y/N!” He called, trying to peddle back his mistake.
JJ let out a frustrated sigh before proceeding to climb out your window.
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Kie had asked you to come with her to John B’s but you hadn’t spoken or seen JJ in a few days since the small confrontation at your house.
Sarah had found you crying on your bathroom floor twenty minutes after JJ left.
You just wanted him to see that you had feelings for him. You had feelings for him since before you started your whole arrangement and you knew you’d end up hurt in the end. it was selfish in a way. Some part of you thought he’d have some sort of epiphany and realize he had feelings for you too. But this wasn’t some sort of Nicholas Sparks book or a teen rom com on Netflix.
This was your life. And in that moment in time, it sucked.
You met Kie at John B’s and your heart was pounding in your ears. “Are you okay?” She asked. “Yes. No. I don’t know. JJ and I had the beginning of a very awkward and angry conversation.” You answered. “The friends with benefits thing?” Kie questioned. “You fell for him didn’t you?” She added.
You closed your eyes for a moment and nodded your head. “Y/N, I told you this would happen.” She said. “Kie, I love you, but I really don’t need an ‘I told you so’ right now.” You said.
“You just need to be upfront with him. JJ is an idiot a majority of the time and he just needs help in realizing what he wants.” Kie said.
“What are you guys doing out here?” John B asked, appearing on the porch. Before either you nor Kie could reply, JJ and Pope joined the three of you on the couch.
You instantly looked down at your feet, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife and physically hold it in your hands.
“What happened?” Pope asked. “What did you do?” John B asked the blonde. “What? What the hell makes you think I did anything?” JJ rebutted. “Because it’s always you.” Kie answered.
“God, nothing happened! Y/N just needed a reminder of what our friends with benefits thing didn’t include.” JJ explained. “Are you kidding me, JJ?” You finally said.
The venom very clear in your voice. The way he said it as if it was so blasé and as if it were nothing, infuriating you.
“God, I’m so sick of you thinking everything is so simple and easy and ‘zen.’ Acting like the hard things will just magically go away. Life is messy and our stupid arrangement was a terrible idea.” You snapped. “Are you saying you regret it?” He asked you.
“No, sleeping with you with no strings was a mistake, not a regret. What I regret, is falling in love with you!” You yelled.
Silence fell upon the group of friends, the reality of the situation sinking in. You shake your head, turning to walk away from the house.
You got in your car and peeled out of the dirt road towards home.
Back at John B’s, JJ went numb. He didn’t know how to react or how to feel about what you said. He didn’t know you had fallen in love with him. He could tell that you were liked him and that you wanted something more but he didn’t know it ran that deep.
“What the hell, dude?” John B asked. “You’re an idiot.” Kie added. Yeah, you’re right about that.” JJ muttered. “What are you going to do to fix it?” Pope asked. “How can I? You heard her. She regrets having feelings for me.” JJ replied. “Because you hurt her, JJ. I have never seen someone forgive a person so quickly, like I see Y/N forgive you. Even when you hooked up with that blonde Touron chick.” Kie said.
JJ looked at her with wide eyes, not knowing you were bothered by a random hookup. “She was really upset by that?” He asked. “Yes you idiot! She was jealous and angry and frustrated because you were so oblivious.” Kie answered.
“I have to go apologize.” JJ said. “Yeah, you do. And if you don’t want to be with Y/N, let her go. And I mean let go of the whole arrangement.” Kie spoke.
But he didn’t want to let you go. He did have feelings for you and he wanted to be with you.
JJ nodded his head before asking John B to borrow the van to get to Figure Eight.
You arrived at your house, the sun had already set and you were getting out of your car when you noticed one of Rafe’s friends, Josh.
“Hey, Y/N.” He greeted you. “Not now, Josh. Go bother Rafe or something.” You said. “Come on, what’s wrong with you? You used to be fun.” Josh said. “Seriously, leave me alone.” You spat.
Josh didn’t take no for an answer and rested his hand on your arm. “Don’t touch me.” You spoke. He didn’t move his hand and you felt your skin crawl. “Let go.” You said again.
“I said-” You started. “She said let go.” A voice said. You turned your head and saw JJ standing at the end of your driveway. “What are you doing here, Pogue? This is none of your business.” Josh said. “Well, when you got your hands all over my girl, that makes it my business.” JJ replied.
“Your girl? Since when is Y/N your girl?” Josh questioned. “Josh, seriously, just leave. Before I tell my dad you’re harassing his daughter.” You said.
Josh tore his gaze away from JJ to look down at you and then back up to JJ. “Whatever.” He scoffed. Josh left the two of you alone, in a long deafening silence.
“Your girl?” You questioned. “I’m not your girl. What the hell are you even doing here, JJ?” You added. “I came to say I’m sorry, okay? You were right. I act like things are so simple and easy but that’s really just how I cope with things and you know that. You know me better than anyone does and I took you for granted.” He started, walking closer to you.
“I took everything for granted. Your kindness, your humor, your laugh, your smile, the way you make me feel. I’m not good with feelings and I act like an idiot and, I, you know-” JJ stammered. “Spit it out, JJ.” You interrupted.
JJ sighed and ran a hand through his hair before speaking. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I-I love you, Y/N.” He said.
Your eyes widened when he finished speaking, not thinking you’d ever hear those words come from his mouth. “What did you just say?” You asked. “I love you.” He repeated.
No one moved, no one spoke, you weren’t even sure if either of you were breathing.
It was you who made the first move when you closed the gap between the two of you and pressed your lips against his. It didn’t take long for him to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him, if it were even possible.
The two of you moved slightly so your back was against your car. The two of you parted slowly, your foreheads resting against each other.
“I guess I am your girl now.” You said quietly. “I told you. And you’ll always be my girl.” He told you. “Promise?” You asked, fear and insecurity running through your body. “Oh, I promise.” JJ answered.
You smiled up at him before kissing him once more.
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Part 28
Summary: John B. is back, and with a surprise....
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I probably would have fainted had it not been for my immediate reaction to be to tackle my brother. I hugged him fiercely, sobbing in his arms. His arms were wound tight around me, his tears soaking my shirt. Kie and Pope joined our hug, all of us crying at that point. We all pulled away, I lifted my hand to John B.’s face to stroke his cheek where the tears had fell.
“What the fuck John B.” I said, letting out a watery laugh.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you, all of you.” he said, wiping at his face.
“Where have you been? We thought you were dead!” Kie yelled, whacking him upside the head.
“Where’s Sarah?” I asked.
“I’m here,” she said, my eyes widened at the little belly that was poking from her tank top.
“Oh...my...god.” I mumbled, looking at my brother.
“Yeah soooo, Sarah is prego. Obviously it’s mine...” John B. said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“WHAT THE FUCK JOHN BOOKER ROUTLEDGE?!” I screeched.
“Ok, so this might not have been the best way to tell you all. I fucking told you she wouldn’t take this well Sarah,” John B. sighed.
“I really don’t even know what to say...How do you plan to raise this child? And with what money?” I asked, furry leaking all through my body. I was so angry with him, I could have beat the shit out of him if I wasn’t so happy he was alive.
“I heard you say you got money from Ward?” John B. said, clearly confused.
“That is for Barry, he’s got JJ. We’re trying to come up with a plan to get him back, Barry said the money isn’t good enough.” I said, my eyes starting to water again.
“That son of a bitch!” John B. yelled, kicking over a chair.
“So what’s the plan?” Sarah asked.
“Oh no, you aren’t coming.” I said immediately.
“What? Why not?” Sarah asked.
“Ummm you’re pregnant and we are going chasing after a drug dealer Sarah. Don’t be a dumb bitch.” I said, angry that she thought to put herself in danger when she’s carrying a human inside her.
“Kie, you’re on baby mama duty,” John B. said, Kie rolling her eyes in response.
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John B., Pope, and I pulled up to Barry’s house, seeing the local druggies hanging out in front. I spotted JJ’s dad, a spark of hope igniting. I jumped out of the van, the boys following behind me.
“Well lookie here, my boy’s little girlfriend.” Luke slurred, his voice making me cringe.
“Do you know where JJ is Luke?” John B. asked, stepping in front of me slightly.
“Why would I know where my piece of shit son is John?” Luke asked, trying to stand but ended up sitting back down.
“Barry has him, I know that you know about the 25k JJ took. You beat the shit out of him for it so cut the shit Luke, where is he.” I demanded, stepping from behind JB to get right in front of Luke.
“You think you can talk to me like that Miss Routledge?” he asked, tilting his head. He stood up to his full height, but I didn’t back down.
“I’ll talk to you however I want to for hurting JJ you bastard,” I spat out.
“You little bitch!” Luke gritted through his teeth.
“Go ahead, hit me. But remember something Luke, I almost killed Rafe Cameron with just my bare hands. I also have two boys who would do anything for me at my back, so think on that before your next move.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I see why my JJ likes you missy,” Luke said, smirking. I gagged internally, but kept a stone cold expression.
“He stopped being your JJ the first time you laid hands on him Luke, now tell us where he is.” John B. piped in.
“Come with me,” Luke said, gesturing for us to follow him.
We walked in Barry’s house, memories of the last we were here flooding through my brain. I was disgusted by the amount of drugs just laying around everywhere. There were people just passed out in the kitchen, in the living room, and even in the bathroom that we passed. Luke grabbed an index card, writing down an address on it.
“I don’t know if this is where he’s holding JJ, but it’s the last place I heard him say he had something special to drop off.” Luke grumbled, shoving the card at me.
“So you’re just sitting here getting high while your son was kidnapped and tortured by a drug dealer?” Pope asked, surprising John B. and I.
“It’s what he gets for messing with the wrong people.” Luke said, shrugging his shoulders.
“You’re disgusting,” I said, turning to usher the boys out.
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“I’m so scared guys, who knows what they did to him.” I said, starting to wring my hands together nervously.
“Hey, it’s gonna be ok Bubba. We’ll give Barry the money, and that will be the end of it.” John B. said, grabbing my hands.
“Rafe saw me leave his house, he knows I took their money. They will be after us next Birdie.” I croaked, my bottom lip wobbling from the tears threatening to come.
“Then we will deal with it, we always have a plan.” Pope said, patting my shoulder.
“Let’s go get our boy.” JB said, exiting the van.
We walked to the building, not seeing a soul outside. It looked like an old warehouse building. We opened the first door we saw, peaking our heads in. The room was empty, we tiptoed inside. I strained my ears to pick up any sounds, then I heard something. It sounded like a cry I thought, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Shhh did you hear that?” I whispered, hearing the noise again. It was definitely JJ, I would know his voice anywhere. We ran to where I heard the noise, scrambling up the stairs trying to follow the sound. We found the room, my heart dropping at the sight.
JJ was tied to a chair, his hands and feet bloody. His face beaten and bruised, one of his arms definitely looked broken. I could see tiny cuts all across his body, a large gaping wound by his ribs. Rafe was standing above him, his sinister grin on display. His hands were bloody, I assumed from the many of times he hit JJ. I lost all control of myself as I bounded towards them.
“JJ!” I screamed. Rafe jumps, turning towards us.
“The Pogue princess, and I see you brought some guests.” Rafe smiled, blocking my way of JJ.
I tried to push past him, but Rafe got a steady foot on the floor to shove me to the ground. The air left me as my back hit the ground first. John B. charged at Rafe, Pope helping me off the ground.
“Angel, I hope you brought me my money.” Barry smiled as he entered the room.
“All 25k asshole,” I sneered, tossing the backpack at him. I inched my way closer to JJ, handing him the pocket knife I brought with me.
“So we can take JJ now right?” Pope asked hopefully.
“I’m glad you all are here actually, I need some new trading toys since I’m running low...Maybank was going to serve as it, but he’s not pretty now.” Barry cackled, motioning for his men to come in.
“We had a deal!” I shouted, backing closer to JJ.
“Deals are meant to be broken Angel,” Barry smirked.
“NO!” I wailed as one of his men grabbed me.
All four of us were dragged to the main room we entered. We were all sat down in chairs, our hands zip tied together. I tried to get up again, but was prevented by the goon behind me that shoved my shoulder down so hard there was a loud popping noise. I screamed as my shoulder was dislocated.
“Stop!” JJ yelled, wiggling in his chair.
“Barry!” John B. yelled.
“Tsk tsk, you need to learn when to do as your told Angel.” Barry sighed, pulling my chin up.
“Fuck you,” I whispered, spitting in his face. He nodded to one of his men who came to the front of me, picking up my injured leg. “Stop!” I cried, trying to wiggle out of his hold.
The man squeezed and twisted my leg, ripping my stitches open. I couldn’t even scream from the pain, my ears rang as the pain washed through my body. Black was aligning my vision, I could hear the guys shouting. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion, until it all stopped. I heard scuffling and more shouting, I tuned everything out as I tried to focus on staying awake. I could feel the blood oozing out of my leg and down to the floor, my shoulder aching at every movement of my arm.
“Baby, stay with me ok.” JJ said, appearing in my line of vision.
“JJ, I found you” I whispered, tears leaking out of corner of my eyes.
“You did baby, you found me.” he sniffled, brushing some hair out of my face. He kissed my cheek, smiling down at me.
“I...I love you...JJ...Maybank.” I slurred, feeling so close to passing out.
“No, no baby I need you to stay awake ok. This is going to hurt, but I have to stop your leg bleeding ok?” he said, I nodded. I grunted as he tied a shirt right above where the blood was coming from, ceasing the blood flow to my leg.
“I’m cold JJ” I uttered, feeling my teeth chatter.
“I know baby, help is coming ok? Please stay with me.” JJ cried, tears leaking from his beautiful blue eyes. I felt something sticky on my hand, looking to see blood dripping from JJ’s wound on his stomach.
“JJ, y-you” I gasped out.
“Shhh baby, it’s ok. I’m fine it’s just a scratch.” he whispered, kissing my lips quickly.
“Let’s go” I heard my brother say. I yelped in pain as the boys hefted me up, John B. taking over carrying me while Pope had JJ. “Easy Bubba, I gotcha.” John B. huffed.
I was sat in JJ’s lap in the back of the van, Pope gunning it back to the hospital.
“Haven’t we been here before?” I let out a watery laugh, taking a shaking hand to brush against JJ’s cheek.
“I love you so much sweets” JJ laughed, wiping at his eyes.
“You’re alright blondie” I teased, trying to smile at him.
“I’m sorry about everything my love” JJ whispered.
“It’s ok J, everything will be alright now.” I whispered back.
“Will it?” he asked.
The truth is, I had no idea if things would ever go back to normal...
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Part 18
Summary: Barry interrogates you, will you give in and tell him where the gold is?
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“What are we going to do?” Sarah cried, holding on tight to me.
“We need to stay calm, we can’t think if we panic now.” Kie said.
The van had been driving for approximately twenty minutes since they had thrown us back here. There had been so many twists and turns I couldn’t get a feel of where we were going. I was more scared of what JJ would do to them once he found us rather than what they would do to us.
I started to boil with rage, I was mad at JJ for being reckless and taking that money, mad at Sarah for having this party, and mad that we had been taken. I wanted to beat the shit out of those fuckers for taking us. I was also nervous for what they would do to us, I knew I could handle it, but the girls....I couldn’t stand the thought of them being hurt.
“I can’t believe this is happening” Sarah sniffed, wiping her tears.
“I told you this party was a fucking bad idea” I said bluntly.
“I didn’t think my idiot brother would help Barry kidnap us!” Sarah shouted, crying harder.
“We should have never went...if I hadn’t given in to my stupid brother we wouldn’t fucking be here” I muttered, laying my head back on the car wall.
The van came to a stop, jolting us forward. The doors then flew open, men surrounding the area. One grabbed each of us, dragging us into a warehouse. They zip tied our hands so we couldn’t struggle as much, but that didn’t mean I didn’t try. All three of us screamed and pulled to get away from our captors. These men were extremely strong, our struggles not even phasing them.
We were taken into a room, each of us tied to a chair. I felt something poking into my neck before everything went dark....
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I woke up, not sure how long I had been out for. My neck was throbbing for how my head was hanging, and my back was aching. My hands and ankles were still tied to the chair. I looked around, seeing neither of the girls. I panicked a little, tears welling in my eyes.
“Kie?! Sarah?!” I screamed, no one answering.
“Don’t worry angel, they’re safe for now.” someone said.
I looked in front of me and saw the shadow of a man in front of me. Barry came in out of the shadows, stalking towards me.
“You really should get a handle on your piece of shit boyfriend angel” Barry laughed, stopping right in front of me.
“I’m not exactly sure what you want me to do from in here Barry” I said sarcastically gesturing to myself.
“Where did you all find that gold?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
“You really think I’d tell you? Especially after the shit you pulled?” I asked, squinting my eyes at him.
Barry turned and nodded at someone, I felt a fist strike my face. My head snapped to the side, blood spewing out of my mouth. I laughed, turning to look back at Barry.
“Fuck you” I spat my blood at his feet.
He smirked, moving his eyes to the man that hit me. His fist coming to the other side of my face. I coughed as more blood pooled in my mouth.
“You might as well give it up little Pogue” another voice said, I knew who it was instantly by the nickname. Rafe came to stand beside Barry, his face cut up and bruised from where JJ had hit him.
“I can’t believe you’d stoop as low to choose drugs over your sister Rafe, you’re disgusting.” I gritted through my teeth, my jaw throbbing every time I spoke.
“She was no longer my sister the minute she turned her back on us for you Pogues” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You’re a no good piece of shit Cameron! A scared little boy who takes pleasure in hurting others, desperately seeking approval from others-” I said. I didn’t get to finish my sentence because Rafe charged at me, wrapping his hand around my throat. He cut off was I was about to say, fury taking over his features.
“You watch your mouth bitch, I have the upper hand now” he growled out. I laughed in his face, which was not the best idea because his hand got tighter around my throat. My airways becoming more restricted.
“Rafe” I croaked out.
“That’s enough” Barry said, pulling Rafe away from me. I gasped loud, air finding it’s way back into my lungs.
“Where are my friends?” I choked out.
“Kie and Sarah are in another room being questioned, as for the boys...we left them with very detailed instructions on what it’s going to take to get you back. Better hope they pull through within the next 24 hours.” Barry laughed.
“Or what?” I hissed. Barry imitated a gun shooting his temple, my eyes widening. I prayed that JJ would do whatever it was.
The men left, I wasn’t sure where that had went since it was so dark in the warehouse. Thoughts were racing through my mind.
What if I never see JJ again? My brother? My friends?
What if a few hours ago was my last time being with them?
What were the guys doing? JJ was probably beating himself up hard, and my brother more than likely blaming JJ for us being taken.
I didn’t want to die, I wanted to get a decent job, get married, have mini JJ’s running under my feet, and grow old with the love of my life at my side. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, I needed to snap out of it. I shook my head, taking some deep breaths. I couldn’t see anyone around, I looked down at my restraints. They were old big ropes, so they couldn’t be tied that tight around the chair. I started moving around in the chair, trying to tip it back. I wiggled around for some time before finally being able to throw myself back at a diagonal, somehow breaking the chair. The ropes loosened enough for me to pull my ankles and wrists free.
I saw a few rooms that were on the opposite side of where I was held. I quickly ran over to them, spotting Kie and Sarah being held in chairs with the same restraints. They spotted me, Kie starting to say something before I held up my finger, signaling them to be quiet. I looked around us and just happened to find a knife laying in the corner of the room. I cut my girls free, all of us hugging each other.
“We gotta get out of here, how are we supposed to find the way out?” Sarah asked.
“I think I saw the exit when we came in” Kie said.
“Let’s go” I said.
We looked out of the room, seeing no one around. We tiptoed to a door that looked like the way we came in. The door was heavy, so it took all of us to get it open. I looked to make sure we were clear, we started out when Barry and Rafe came in front of us. All three of us gasping.
“Going somewhere ladies?” Barry asked.
I backed away, pulling Kie and Sarah behind me. There was banging coming from outside, all of us turning to find where it was coming from. The door bursts open, John B, JJ, and Pope coming in. I wanted to cry and throw myself at them, but Barry and Rafe still stood in between us.
“Gentlemen, hope you came to give back what’s mine.” Barry said.
“We did” JJ said, throwing a bag across the floor. I was stunned, wondering where he got 25k that fast.
Barry and Rafe inspected the contents of the bag.
“It’s empty” Barry said, but when he looked back up, JJ had his gun pointed right at his head. Barry froze, looking to Rafe for help. John B and Pope pushed Rafe to the other side of the building.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” JJ started, his teeth gritting together. “You’re either going to let the girls come with us and we all go our merry way, or I can blow your brains out.” JJ spat.
“You sure you wanna go this way Maybank? Your dad finds out you killed his supplier I suspect things won’t be good at home” Barry tried to taunt JJ. This only made JJ more angry as his knuckles turned white from how tight his hold on the gun was.
“You took my girl from me, I’d kill you a thousand times before letting anything harm her every again. My dad doesn’t mean shit to me.” JJ said.
“More people are going to come after you man. People know that you guys have the gold, and I know some will stop at nothing. Even if it means killing 17 year olds.” Barry said.
“Guess we better get a head start then” JJ said, looking up at me and nodding to the door.
I took the girls hands and we took off towards the door. We were just passing Barry when he snatched my arm, pulling me to his front, and a knife going to my throat. JJ’s eyes widening, his rage on overload as his whole body looked like it was vibrating.
“We’re doin’ this my way now Blondie, now me and angel here are going back to our little hideout. One of you make a move, the knife goes in her throat.”
“JJ” I whimpered.
“It’s ok baby, take a deep breath.” he said, keeping his eyes on Barry’s knife.
I closed my eyes, taking a breath. I opened my eyes, focusing on JJ. I had to move quickly, I swung my arm up to Barry’s wrist catching it in my hold, and pulling his arm from my throat. I spun around, taking his arm with me as it twisted behind his back, and causing him to drop the knife. I kicked it towards JJ before bringing my foot back up to kick Barry in the face. I let go of him and ran behind JJ, Kie and Sarah with my brother and Pope. Barry shot back up, coming towards us in a blind range.
JJ fired a shot into Barry’s chest, his body recoiling. JJ shot again, his body twitching again before he fell to the ground.
“Shit” I said.
JJ grabbed my hand as well all took off to the van. JJ jumping in the drivers seat. We sped off, heading back to the chateau. Everyone silent the whole drive back. We got back to Sarah’s house, everyone getting out. My brother came straight to me, crushing me to him. I held tight to him, hugging him hard.
“Bubba” John B sobbed, burying his face into my shoulder.
“I’m ok Birdie” I whispered, combing my hands in his ratty hair. Everyone was crying, the events of tonight scaring all of us.
I hugged Sarah next, she was like the little sister I always wanted. I was hard on her because I wanted to test her, to see if she belonged, and she proved to me she did. Then I went to Kie, my very first girl friend, we shared such a special bond. Even during her Kook year, we still remained as close as ever. I hugged Pope too, him being like another brother to me. He was the brains of our operations, and I couldn’t imagine our group without him. John B and Sarah went to her house, John B wanting to keep an eye out in case Rafe came back. Kie and Pope headed to her car, they were wrapped in each others arms.
Which left just me and JJ. We made eye contact, and I didn’t hesitate to run at him. Both our arms crashing around each other, and both of us crying.
“I-I’m so so sorry baby” JJ sobbed.
“It’s ok J, I’m ok now. I love you so much honey bear.” I whispered, leaning my head into his neck.
“No y-you almost died be-because of m-me” he cried, his words barely able to come out because of how hard he was crying.
“It’s all over and done with now honey,” I said, kissing his neck where my head rested.
“I-I killed someone” he murmured, gripping onto me tighter.
“It was self defense, he tried to slit my throat.” I said firmly. I leaned my head back to look at him, tears still streaming down his beautiful face. I put my hands on his cheeks and wiped his tears with my thumbs, leaning to kiss each cheek.
“I love you” he whispered, leaning his forehead to mine.
“I love you” I whispered back.
I got on my tip toes and kissed him, holding on to him tight. I never wanted to come this close to losing him ever again.
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