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everybodyscupoftea · 3 years

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finally free

ole miss rafe x reader

rafe is tired, you try and help, and eventually the two of you get to drink

two in one day baby (almost?)

(warnings: cursing, drinking, hardly edited)

Rafe had been exhausted lately, cancelling dates to do homework and pulling at least one all-nighter a week. He’d decided to TA his first semester in the program, and while you were happy he got the subject of his choice, you were worried he was running himself too ragged.

It’s not like you had much room to talk, Vet School had been brutal, and the amount of work was what you expected, but weren’t exactly prepared for. A lot of the time you’d spent together starting mid-semester was takeout and homework in one of your apartments.

Your semester came to an end before Rafe’s by two weeks, and you spent the first week catching up on sleep, working out, and making actual home cooked meals for Rafe. You’d been practically living at his apartment, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Babe,” you called one morning, walking out of his room around 10:30.

He was sitting at the dining room table, and looked up at you, glasses perched on the edge of his nose, “What’s up?”

“About to head to the gym, want some breakfast before I go?”

“Had a bagel, thanks though.”

You nodded and kissed his forehead before heading toward the door, “Gonna get some groceries while I’m out and probably Strange Brew. Text me if you decide you want me to pick something up.”

He smiled at you tiredly, and you could see the bags under his eyes from across the room, “Thanks, sweetheart, I think I’m good though. Going to work for a few hours and then take a nap.”

“Please take a nap, you need it. How many days do you have left?”

“Three and then next week is finals. So I’ll have tests and papers to grade. Plus my schoolwork.”

“Are the tests multiple choice?”

“Yeah.”

“I can do those. So you can focus on your own shit and the papers.”

You couldn’t be sure, but it looked like his eyes filled up and the lines on his face softened, “That would be fantastic.”

“Alrighty then, sounds like a plan. I’ll see you in a few, you’d better be asleep when I get back.”

Rafe grinned and sent you a salute, “Yes ma’am.”

He had clearly just laid down by the time you got back, and when you walked in, arms full of grocery bags. Laid on the couch, he jolted, eyes snapping open. You winced, “Sorry, babe.”

Putting away the groceries, you went over the couch and knelt down before running your fingers through his hair. He hummed, leaning into your hand, “Not asleep like you told me to, sorry.”

You smiled softly, “S’okay, you almost were, I woke you up.”

“Groceries put away?” he asked suddenly.

“Mhmm.”

Without saying anything else, he lifted the edge of the blanket closest to you, a clear invitation for you to slide in next to him. Huffing out a laugh, you kicked your shoes off and laid down, half on top of Rafe.

Rafe wrapped a leg and both arms around you, adjusting the blanket until he was happy, and then promptly fell asleep. You smiled and rested your forehead on his collarbone, content to lay in silence with him for a little while.

It couldn’t have been more than two hours before an alarm on his phone under the throw pillow started going off, startling you out of the half asleep state you’d fallen into and waking him up completely.

“Fuck,” he slurred, “don’t wanna get up.”

“Sleep more,” you told him, voice just as quiet.

“Can’t. Got a paper on the Black Plague due in a few days, don’t have enough sources yet.”

“Baby,” you muttered, “you’re running yourself ragged. If you don’t sleep your paper won’t be good anyway.”

Rafe shut his eyes tightly, “I know. But I just can’t.”

“Is there something I can do for you.”

“I-” he paused, one hand coming up to rub his eyes, “you aren’t my mom, I hope you know I really don’t see you that way. I don’t want to treat you like that, you need to know that you’re my equal and that you don’t have to take care of me, that I’m capable of it.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “I know. Where’s this coming from?”

“Can you,” Rafe sighed, clenching his eyes shut for a second, “would you mind taking care of my laundry? It’s been a few weeks and I’m almost out of underwear.”

“Yeah, of course. I need to do mine too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I did offer.”

“Yeah, but I’ve seen my friends act like children, treat their girlfriend like a glorified mother. I don’t want to be like that.”

“You aren’t,” you reassured, “I promise.”

He smiled wryly, “Let me know if I am, yeah?”

“I will, don’t worry.”

A week later found you and Rafe sitting on the floor, side by side, backs leaning against the couch. He had a key spread out between the two of you, and you had a stack of exams handed in by two sections of the class. He had an even thicker stack of essays in one hand, and a blue pen in the other.

“Why blue?” you asked, twirling your own black pen in your fingers.

“Hmm?” he mumbled, looking over at you.

“Blue pen instead of black or red, why?” you asked again.

“Oh,” he smirked, “Ole Miss blue.”

“You,” your jaw dropped, “I hate you.”

“You so don’t. I’d even go as far to say you love me.”

“You know I do, please don’t act slick. You’re an MSU student now.”

“Uh huh, only two years compared to five at Ole Miss.”

“Grade your essays, I don’t want to talk to you,” you huffed, faking annoyance, and turned up the quiet music playing through the speaker.

He dropped his head back against the couch and whined, “These papers are so bad though. Like they barely even tried.”

“I’m sure they did, babe, but you’re used to graduate level writing now.”

“No,” he shoved one in your face, a strand of hair falling over his furrowed brow, “read this.”

Grabbing his wrist, you pulled it a few inches from your face to read. He stared at you as you scanned, and made a triumphant noise when you squinted,

“There are a few mistakes,” you mumbled.

“Generous,” he added, sounding smug.

“Don’t make fun of kids, they’re barely 18.”

“They’re assholes,” he corrected you, “like I knew it was a mostly freshman class, but goddamn. I hope I wasn’t this annoying back then.”

“You probably were. I mean, you were barely tolerable when you and I met.”

“No, I was relatively mature, I just didn’t know how to express emotion in a normal way.”

You put a hand on his shoulder and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, “You’ve come a long way.”

Rafe’s cheeks went a little red, and you cooed at him. He pushed your face away from his and muttered, “Grade the exams. You’re a menace.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Rafe asked three nights before his last exam.

“Mhmm?” you answered, half asleep.

“Do we have Christmas plans this year?”

“Don’t think so, why?”

“I wasn’t sure if we were going to your parents’ house.”

“Haven’t talked to my mom in a while,” you frowned, “you think I should call her?”

“Up to you.”

“No, you’re part of this decision too. I know you’re exhausted, so if you don’t want to travel, we won’t.”

He frowned, “You can still go.”

“And leave you alone on Christmas?” He shrugged, not meeting your eye, and you pushed yourself up, staring down at him, “Rafe, you know I wouldn’t, right?”

“I mean, we’ve only been together for a year,” he mumbled.

“Not quite yet,” you corrected, absentmindedly, “but still, you’re important to me.”

“Well, in that case, call your mom, we’ll make the trip.”

“Are you sure? Why don’t you take a few days to think it over. I know you’ve never met them in person before. Doing it on a holiday would be a bit overwhelming.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I guess it would.”

“Sleep now, get back to me.”

“Fine.”

The afternoon of Rafe’s last final, you walked into his apartment to hear Christmas music blasting. Your boyfriend was sprawled out on the couch surrounded by beer bottles, and he gave you a lazy wave, “Sup, mamas.”

“Hey, Rafe. How’d the test go?”

“Excellent. Now I’m celebrating.”

“I see that.”

“It’s Christmas season now.”

“Now, huh?”

“Well the tree has been decorated for two weeks now, so I could argue that your logic is flawed.”

“No no,” he held his hand up, “it’s only Christmas now that I can focus on it.”

“You given any thought to Christmas plans?” you asked.

Rafe sat up suddenly, “Yes,” he pointed at you, “what if we FaceTime your parents instead of making the long ass drive.”

“Fine with me. I talked to my mom the other day and she told us that she’d put our presents in the mail anyway. They expected this.”

He frowned, “You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Great, sounds great.”

“Great,” you joked in response.

Rafe rolled his eyes and shoved your shoulder, “Drink with me.”

“I will. Picked some stuff up this afternoon for spiked eggnog, by the way.”

“Oh fuck yes. Homemade eggnog?”

“Of course.”

He followed you to the kitchen, so close he was almost tripping over your heels, and you huffed, coming to a stop. Rafe ran into your back before stepping back, a sheepish grin on his face, “Sorry.”

“Can I trust you to help me or are you too gone right now?”

“I can help,” he nodded, doing his best to look sober.

“Fine, you’ll stir, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He stood by the stove, wooden spoon in hand, feet spread further than shoulder width apart, dropping down to your height. You measured out the milk and cream and turned the heat up, giving him a weird look, “Why are you standing like that?”

“You were humming that song that’s like do you see what I see and I don’t, so I was curious.”

“It’s a song? You don’t have to take it literally.”

“Hmm, braincells gone. Everything is literal unless specified.”

You snorted, “Stir, dumbass,” before starting to separate the egg whites from the yolks. Keeping an eye on him, you started to whisk the egg yolks, pausing to help him add in the sugar, vanilla and nutmeg when the milk started bubbling.

“Smells good,” he told you, sniffing the mixture.

“It does. You ready to whisk it in?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Rafe very carefully poured and you whisked before pouring it back into the saucepan.

“You got a thermometer?” you asked him, flipping the heat back on.

He pulled open a drawer and brandished one eagerly, clearly proud of himself for being prepared, “Fuck yeah I do.”

“Put it in, tell me when it hits 160.”

Rafe stared, eyebrows furrowed, fully focused on the number. When he told you, you flipped the heat off again and poured in the rum and brandy. Making it a bit stronger than you normally would.

“Bro,” he said, taking a spoonful, “this is incredible.”

“Thanks, bro,” you answered, bumping your hip into his.

“Oh, hip check,” he bumped back, twice as hard, knocking you off balance.

“Rafe,” you glared, stepping away to pour two glasses, “don’t make me spill or you can make another batch on your own.”

“No,” he pouted, “I could never.”

“You couldn’t, no.”

You watched, appalled, as Rafe chugged his first glass, slamming it down and wiping his mouth with the back of his other hand.

“Shit’s good,” he told you earnestly.

“We’re not at a bar, Rafe. Take it easy.”

“Nope, blackout remember?”

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, rubbing a hand over your forehead, “pour yourself another I guess.”

Rafe leaned in for a kiss, missing your mouth and landing on your chin, but it was like he didn’t even realize before he was moving around you back to the pitcher you’d poured it in.

It didn’t take many more cups for Rafe to be totally gone, curled up with you on the couch while the live action Grinch played in the background, eyes fluttering shut every few seconds.

“Tired?” you finally whispered, when you were pretty sure there was drool on your shirt.

“Huh?” he asked, blinking rapidly, “No.”

“Sure,” you responded, amused, “let’s go get ready for bed, huh?”

You put the empty cups in the dishwasher before guiding Rafe to the bathroom to make him brush his teeth and get undressed.

“Tryna get me naked?” he asked, swaying in place as he pushed his shirt over his head lazily.

“Yeah,” you answered, rubbing moisturizer in.

Rafe followed you to bed, falling in after you, mostly on top of you, knocking the breath out of your chest.

“Jesus, Cameron,” you wheezed.

“Rafe is fine,” he mumbled into your neck, and was out like a light a few seconds later.

You sighed, squirming under him to try and get comfortable before falling asleep yourself.

day 7 of @obxmermaid‘s holiday challenge: spiked eggnog or cider

#ole miss rafe #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fic #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #outer banks #outer banks fic #obxmermaidholiday #college rafe

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slutforapsycho · 3 years

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The Pogue of Their Dreams

JJ x dealer!fem!reader x Rafe (This is my work. Don’t steal it.)

WARNINGS: mentions drugs obviously lol; reader gets touched without her consent; no season two spoilers here

Being the local weed dealer in OBX wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The creeps you had to deal with were probably the worst part of it all. However, you couldn’t lie, it did have its perks. For instance, you could go to the Cut and Figure 8 without getting any shit. Granted, there were a few messy Tourons here and there that didn’t know who you were, but for the most part you were somewhat respected by both communities. Obviously, you were a Pogue. Dealing to make it by and afford your own habit. You left the hard shit to the Kooks, strictly sticking to good ole Mary Jane. The occasional Touron would come to you, asking for some coke or molly, but you told them that wasn’t your style. That’s usually when you would get the comments. “Stupid Pogue”, they would spit out, but it never lasted long. A Kook or a Pogue would always put them in their place.

That night was no different except you noticed that there were a few more Kooks at the Boneyard then usual when you pulled into the parking lot. You kept your products in your trunk inside of a cooler to keep it from smelling up your car, so you hopped out and grabbed a few things out of the back to take with you before heading down to where the crowd of people stood on the beach. A familiar voice shouting your name made you stop and turn around, a smile wide on your face when you seen who it was. Rafe Cameron. Probably the most controversial boy of the entire Outerbanks. He started jogging to catch up with you, leaving Topper and Kelce behind to talk about some drama with Sarah. You knew that you shouldn’t have a soft spot for the troubled boy, but something about him made your heart swell. However, you weren’t a stupid girl and you knew it was best for you to shove those feelings down and keep your guard up. There’s nothing wrong with being nice though.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite Cameron.”, you said with a smile, stopping so he could catch up with you. That wasn’t a lie. Of course you liked Sarah, but being on both sides of the OBX gave you perspective and you didn’t like the way she broke Topper’s heart. In no way was he perfect, but you felt like he didn’t deserve the disrespect that she dished his way. At the end of the day though, it was none of your business, so you tried to stay out of it, but nonetheless you couldn’t deny that it made you lose some respect for her.

“Wow, that’s a first.”, he said, a slight blush rising to his cheeks that you failed to notice. “Usually, everyone’s favorite is little miss perfect.”, he said, gesturing to his sister, who was standing by the fire a few yards away. His words made you frown and turn to look up at him. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and his nose was slightly red. You figured it was from doing a line, so you turned to look back at the fire, not wanting to think about Rafe taking the much harder drug. Even though you tried to deny it, you cared about Rafe and thinking about him snorting the thin white lines made you uneasy, but you shoved it done and put a smile back on your face.

“Well, not me. You, Rafe Cameron, are mine.”, you said with a wide smile, only registering how it sounded after it passed your lips. “I meant…my favorite Cameron…obviously.”, you said awkwardly, realizing that you were being flirty. No flirting. He’s trouble even if he doesn’t look like it. He smiled, picking up on your nervousness. It gave him a little ego boost knowing that he made you feel, even for a second, the way that you always make him feel.

“I know what you meant.”, he said, with a little chuckle. You let out a little laugh and looked down at the sand beneath your feet. By now you guys had reached the large group of people and before you got the chance to respond, a voice called your name, which snapped your head up to be met with none other than JJ Maybank, another boy who made you weak at the knees. You weren’t one to catch feelings fast and even if you did, you didn’t typically act on them, but the two broken boys from opposite sides of the tracks, tugged at your heart strings. Subconsciously, you took half a step away from Rafe, not wanting JJ to think you two were a thing. Even though you didn’t notice the small step to the side, Rafe did and it made rage bubble up inside him. He couldn’t help but notice the look on your face when you had realized it was JJ calling your name. The special feeling that he had felt just a few moments before being replaced with a fiery jealousy.

“Hey J.”, you replied with a shy smile, the nickname pissing Rafe off even more. He wanted to be the only one on the receiving end of your smile. The only one that you had a cute little name for. What made it even worse was the fact that it was JJ. He hated that kid with a burning passion and this situation was just doubling that hatred.

“Hey pretty girl.”, he said, with a flirty smile. Even though you tried to hide your feelings, JJ could tell he had an effect on you. However, once he noticed that Rafe had a similar effect on you his entire body filled with a jealousy so intense, he was sure he would turn green. “Not to offend you beautiful, but the company that you’re keeping right now, could ultimately be so much better if you came over with me and my friends.”, he said, shooting Rafe a nasty look and placing his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him and away from the taller boy. Rafe instantly took a step towards JJ, which made him take his hand off of your arm to put them up, fully prepared to fight Rafe…again…for the umpteenth, million time.

“Wanna say that again, you filthy Pogue?” Rafe’s words made you cringe, being a Pogue yourself, his comments are ultimately what had kept you from falling for his charm. However, you really didn’t want them to try and kill each other over a few stupid comments. Your hands flew to both of their chests, standing directly in between them, so that any punch they wanted to throw would ultimately hit you too. The infatuation that the two boys felt for you kept them from moving a muscle. The weight of your small hand on their chests made butterflies spin in their stomachs, making them momentarily forget about their argument. They both looked down at you as you started to speak, keeping your eyes trained on the tide that was hitting the sand.

“Okay, enough. If you guys throw any punches tonight, I’m not selling to either of you for a month.”, you said, voice serious, so that they knew you weren’t joking.

“But ba-“, JJ started to say, but you cut him off with a stern look his way.

“No buts JJ. I’m serious. If ya’ll can’t behave for one fucking night, no weed for a month. Unless you want to trust Barry’s shit.”, you said, looking between the two handsome boys before pushing both of them back, slightly. They knew you were annoyed and as much as they would’ve loved to throw a few punches around, they wanted their pot, but they also wanted you and they knew if they didn’t hold up their end of the deal you’d probably ghost them both for that entire month. “I’m not playing fucking babysitter all night either, so forget about that shit. Avoid each other for one night. It shouldn’t be that hard, but ya’ll have to be so damn childish all the time, so we’ll see.”, you said, venom laced in your tone. You started walking away from the two of them, but not without closing the deal. “If you two can go the entire night without beating the shit out of each other, I’ll come and get the both of you and I’ll sell to you before I go home. Hell, if ya’ll can really pull it off, I’ll give you ten dollars off whatever you get AND I’ll smoke you up in my car. ONLY IF you can do it.”, you said, hoping that would be enough incentive to stay the hell away from each other. The two boys gave each other one last glare before heading off to their respected friend groups. Meanwhile, you tried to forget about the two boys by making your rounds. Selling a few carts and a little bit of bud here and there. Smoking with a few of your favorite customers. You wanted to drink, but you knew that you had to drive, so you opted to wait until you got home, making a mental note to crack open a bottle of vodka when you were in for the night. When you finally had gotten a minute to be alone and take a breather, you caught sight of JJ a few yards away from you, with some girl all over him, trying to get his attention. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention to something else, trying to deny the jealousy that coursed through your veins. His infamous reputation was what kept you from getting closer to the beautiful, blue eyed boy. A voice calling your name interrupted your thoughts. You let out a sigh, starting to feel overwhelmed by all of the people. Yep, it was time to go home.

“Hey girl! I haven’t seen you all night! I’ve missed your pretty face!”, Kiara said, motioning for you to come sit beside her in front of the fire. You sent her a sweet smile, making your way over to her before responding.

“Awe I missed you too gorgeous! I’ve just been making my rounds you know how it is.”, you said, pulling a few twenty’s out of your pocket. “Gotta make some money somehow. Living isn’t free.” She smiled at you, putting her arm around your shoulders when you sat next to her.

“Such a hustler…that’s what I love about you.”, she said, passing me a 50 dollar bill in exchange for a dab cartridge. I handed her a ten back and she looked at me confused. “I thought it was 50 for a cart?”, she said, eyebrows furrowed.

“Tonight it’s 40. Only for my favorite girl though.”, you said, kissing her on the cheek and getting up to leave before she could try and give you the money back.

“You didn’t have to do that!”, she yelled, making sure you heard her. You kept walking but yelled back.

“Yeah, yeah. Love you Kie!”, you said, making your way towards your car. You were half way there before you realized that you forgot to find Rafe and JJ. A heavy sigh left your lips as you turned and walked back towards the crowd of people. You couldn’t help, but notice two Tourons making their way to their car. They were stumbling around and you hoped they weren’t going to drive, but you didn’t know them and didn’t want to approach some random boys who were drunk off their ass or on something even worse. You tried to ignore them, but the closer you got, the more anxiety you felt. That anxiety tripled when they stopped rummaging through their car and started walking your way. You picked up your pace, hoping that you were just being paranoid and they didn’t have bad intentions, but your nightmare came true when they started walking faster and calling out to you.

“Hey sweet heart! What’s your name?”, one of the boys yelled. You stopped and turned around, not wanting them to know that you were intimidated by them. So, you decided to be a bitch and hoped that would turn them off enough to leave you alone. You turned around and started walking away again before responding to them.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”, you said, mentally cursing yourself for not coming up with a better comeback, before sending a middle finger their way. One of them started jogging to catch up with you, standing in front of you and holding your shoulders. He smelled like booze, his pupils were blown out, and he had a few left over crumbs of white powder under his nose. You rolled your eyes and tried to back out of his grip, but he was still sober enough to over power you and keep you in place.

“Awe, now that was mean baby.”, he said, pouting out his lower lip in a teasing way before letting them form a little smirk. “Wasn’t that mean Luke?”, he asked, looking at his friend over your shoulder. You started to panic and tried to push him off, but soon Luke was behind you holding your waist.

“Yeah, pretty girl. No need for so much attitude. Me and my buddy, Dean here, just wanted to tell you how absolutely ravishing you look.”, he said, emphasizing the word by leaning in close to your ear and nipping at your ear lobe.

“Say it, don’t fucking spray it.”, you spat out, trying to get out from in between the two boys, but you had no luck. Unbeknownst to the three of you, Rafe and JJ were on their way to find you. They had overheard Kie talking about you heading home about five minutes before, so they had started their journey to get to you before you left. Obviously, they hadn’t walked together, but somehow their routes had them to you at about the same time and what they saw made them both see red. There you were, stuck in between two wasted Tourons. You clearly weren’t enjoying their attention and that was enough for Rafe and JJ. They started jogging your way, only realizing that the other was there when they went to yell at the same time.

“What the hell do you two assholes think your doing?!”, JJ yelled, hands balled into tight fists. At the same time as JJ’s, you heard Rafe’s voice ring through your ears as well.

“Get the fuck off of her!!!”, he said, face red with anger.

“Yeah what are you little boys gonna d-“, Dean started, before getting cut off by JJ dragging him away from you, by the back of his shirt and turning him around to clock him in the face. At the same time, Rafe had grabbed Luke from behind you and started kicking the shit out of him. You took a few steps back, not sure what to do. You really thought you were gonna get taken advantage of by those boys and it had you really shaken up. It took a few moments to come back to reality and you realized JJ and Rafe had these kids on the ground…almost dead.

“Guys okay that’s enough.”, you said, trying to get them to leave the kids there and come with you. Neither of them heard you. They just kept beating the dudes’ faces in. You started panicking, not wanting JJ and Rafe to go to jail for protecting you. “JJ, RAFE, FUCKING STOP!!”, you screamed, which caught their attention. They both looked at you and their rage filled eyes softened. You smiled at them slightly, so that they knew you weren’t mad and spoke again. “Come on. They aren’t worth it.”, you said, before turning around to walk back to your car, fixing your disheveled figure on the way. The boys turned to follow you before stopping and looking at each other. They both turned around and spit on the two bloodied boys before JJ spoke up.

“If you ever fucking touch her again, you won’t make it out alive.”, he said, through gritted teeth, remembering what their grimy hands looked like all over your body.

“Better yet”, Rafe added, “don’t fucking look at her or even think about her or I swear to god you little fuckers will regret it.”, Rafe said, before spiting on them again. They turned around to reach you and realized that you were already halfway across the parking lot. Nothing was said between the two boys, as they jogged to catch up with you. “You okay angel?”, Rafe asked, before they made it to you. After what you just went through, the last thing he wanted to was scare you. You felt your face heat up at the nickname. Sure, Rafe was flirty and made it obvious that he was attracted to you, but he had never called you a pet name like that before and it had butterflies dancing in your stomach. You smiled and looked back at the two boys that somehow had weaseled their way into your heart.

“I am now that my knights in shining armor rescued me.”, you said with a little giggle, letting the comforting feeling of their presence wash over you. “Seriously though”, you said, cringing at how vulnerable you sounded, “thank you guys. I was-, I was really scared and-“ JJ cut you off before you could finish.

“Come on now babe. You really think we were gonna let some shit faced dicks take advantage of our little Pogue princess? Plus, you have all the good weed.”, he said, sending a wink your way and you shoved his shoulder.

“Oh I see, you only saved me for my weed…that’s all you care about, you fucking fiends.”, you said, trying to hide the blush that rose to your cheeks when JJ started with his cute little pet names. Rafe lazily threw his arm around you, before adding some comments of his own.

“Nah the weed is just a plus. You’re too special to get talked to and touched like that…I mean…without your consent of course.”, he said, throwing a wink your way. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, but Rafe would’ve never known that from how hard you rolled your eyes. You were so wrapped up in the two boys, you hadn’t realized that you were all standing behind your car. You teasingly shoved Rafe away, giggling when he stumbled a bit, before unlocking your trunk to get your products out. JJ and Rafe started fighting over who would get to sit in the front seat next to you and you rolled your eyes.

“When I said no fighting for the entire night, I meant the entire night. Besides, I’ll just sit in the back with you two, so that it’s easier to smoke the blunt.”, you scolded them, still rooting through your trunk. After you spoke up, both boys went silent, making you smile to yourself. They must really want in my pants. No one can ever shut those two up. You were wrong though. Obviously, they wanted to sleep with you, but they just loved to be in your company. Unbeknownst to you, you were the Pogue of their dreams and they were so whipped for you.

You were the first one to get into the back of your car, sliding into the middle seat, using the front seat’s arm rest to roll your blunt and pack up the stuff that Rafe and JJ wanted. It took no time at all for the two boys to sit beside you; Rafe on the left, JJ on the right. The three of you made the backseat seem impossibly small and being so close together made the car a little stuffy, but none of you complained. You all just sat there, enjoying each other’s company, the blunt, and the music coming through the speakers. Nothing could stop the way your breath hitched in your throat every time your hand brushed against one of the boys’ when you were passing them the blunt. Or the way butterflies erupted in your stomach when they would let out a chuckle at your terrible singing. You hated how soft they made you feel, but you decided to worry about that tomorrow. Tonight, you were just going to relax and spend time with the two boys who’d somehow stolen a spot in your heart. What the hell am I getting myself into?

Side note: Absolutely LOVE this concept, but the ending is a little trash. I already have a part two started tho 😗✌️

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p4nkow · 4 years

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Outer Banks Masterlist

JJ Maybank

After school tutoring: angst & fluff

JJ really needs a tutor not to fail his French class, but he doesn’t seem to excited about the idea. Especially when the Tutor he’s been assigned to is a Kook he grew up with, who seems to be friends with the Rafe and the rest of the Scooby Gang. Y’know, the usual with some good ol’ angst and fluff

Sometimes you can’t make it on your own: fluff

The two men who chased you on the boat and who scared Miss Lana to death broke in the Chateau, nearly catching you and your friends. Now, a few hours later, as you find yourself alone in the messed up house, the distress of the day is felt. And when you start to fall apart, JJ is there to keep your pieces together

Rafe Cameron

White Lie — Part One | Part Two : angst & fluff

Being a secret girlfriend wasn’t exactly how you’d planned to spend your high school years. As a question keeps haunting you, you face Rafe about the nature of your relationship

Five times — Part One Part Two

You were lucky enough to find a second job for the summer, and for once it was about something you truly enjoyed - surfing lessons. things seemed to go pretty well till a kegger goes very wrong and you’re forced to share your workplace with Rafe Cameron. that’s when things take a weird turn. here’s five times you actually thought your relationship with Rafe could get better and one time they didn’t

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carmenxjulia · 3 years

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I put together a transcript of the 1 hour Q&A Interview the Carmen Sandiego Discord did with Abby Trott (Ivy) and Rafael Petardi (Chase Devineaux). All of the questions were submitted by server members. You can read everything below the break!

PizzaHorse:

Hello everyone! Please welcome Abby Trott and Rafael Petardi to our Q&A today.

Abby Trott:

Hiiiiiiiiiii!

Rafael Petardi:

Hello Bonjour!

PizzaHorse:

Let's get started. How did you get started as a voice actor? Was there anything that inspired you to pursue it as a career?

Abby Trott:

Oh MAN. Long story.

Rafael Petardi:

Mine is very short. I'm an actor and my agent started sending me on voice auditions and eventually I booked some!

Abby Trott:

This is a novel so I started typing it ahead of time, haha. I was an acting/theater major, and when I graduated from college I moved to Japan on the JET program to teach English because I wanted to travel so freakin' badly. I had never even been on an airplane. I was placed in rural Akita, (inaka), and absolutely LOVED it. The only problem was I wanted to be and actor/singer… womp womp. At that time, I also started to mess around with characters and voices - I would record voice memos and conversations with myself while driving around. One day, a friend was in the car and my phone was on shuffle and one of my "scenes" started playing - I was absolutely MORTIFIED. But that moment solidified for me that I need to move to the big ole city if I wanted to really pursue acting. I ended up heading to Tokyo, where I performed in children's musicals, and did other gigs here and there. That's where I started doing VO professionally! I was able to do some character voices for the shows I was in, and some other side projects. I realized how much I loved VO, and eventually decided to move back to the States to pursue it, since most English VO for games and animation is produced here.

When I moved back, I started searching online for VoiceOver opportunities, and stumbled across a contest hosted by Bang Zoom! Entertainment. I BARELY got my entry in on time. The contest took place over several months, and in the meantime, I moved to NYC and started taking VO classes. For the finale of the contest, they flew me to LA. I ended up winning! Still can't believe it. (O-O) I got to dub my first anime "Miss Monochrome," and realized that if I wanted to work in games and animation, I should probably move to LA… and the I DID.

THE END

PizzaHorse:

What do you think are the best and worst things about being a voice actor?

Abby Trott:

Oooh. The worst things? Job insecurity... constant rejection...

Rafael Petardi:

The incredibly talented and cool people you meet and work with.

What Abby said

Abby Trott:

The best things? Working with amazing people, AND it's so much fun - even auditioning is fun!

PizzaHorse:

How did you land your role on the show?

Rafael Petardi:

I auditioned

Got the job

pretty boring I know

Abby Trott:

I auditioned through my agency, and got a callback. I went to the callback and their note was "more Boston." Then I had a second callback and their note was "even MORE Boston." So I went WICKED BOSTON and got the job

PizzaHorse:

What was your favorite/the most fun thing to record (episode/scene/line)? Any least favorites?

Rafael Petardi:

For me, the funnest scenes to record are the ones I got to play opposte the incredibly talented cast.

The least favorite... did not have enough scenes with the Wonderful Abby Trott

Abby Trott:

Awww Rafe! Singing was the MOST FUN! The Karaoke Ep, and the choose-your-own adventure one, where we got to sing the theme! Mikey (Zack) was cracking me up constantly.

Least favorite was the last ep because I didn't want it to eeeeeend

PizzaHorse:

Were you allowed to suggest lines to be said by your character, or improvise the script at all if you thought something would add to the scene?

Abby Trott:

YUP! And Mikey and I definitely did, hahaa. It was encouraged. Always fun to see what they keep...

Rafael Petardi:

Yes we were. I improvised mostly sounds and noises. Words once in a while but not very often. Thank God for Duane

PizzaHorse:

What was the hardest part of voicing your character on Carmen Sandiego? Was there a particular episode that was difficult to record?

Rafael Petardi:

Keeping the consistency episode to episode of the Chase's accent, pitch and energy

I did not want hime to sound different ever

Abby Trott:

I think the hardest part was keeping up the EXTREME Boston accent. But it was also SUPER fun...

PizzaHorse:

What traits do you share or have in common with the character you play?

Rafael Petardi:

I am like Chase in the sense of a Dog with a Bone. If I get pasionate about something, I go to extremes. Abby Trott has scene this for example in my bread making endeavors

Also, I'm an idiot in life too sometimes

Abby Trott:

Ivy and I are both... from Mass! we both have brothers who we argue with but really do love when it comes down to it. We love chocolate, aaaaand... I think we're both brave. (brag?)

Can confirm Rafe is v. passionate about bread. And and idiot.

Rafael Petardi:

All True

PizzaHorse:

What character on the show would you voice if you had the chance?

Abby Trott:

Chase

Rafael Petardi:

I would love Maelstrom

Abby Trott:

Jk... Coach Brunt seems SUPER fun

PizzaHorse:

If you could meet a character from Carmen Sandiego in real life, who would it be and why?

Abby Trott:

Carmen! she is the coooooleeest. I'd ask her to teach me some tricks

Rafael Petardi:

Julie Argent. She's cute

PizzaHorse:

Which character do you think you are most like or that you most identify with?

Rafael Petardi:

CHASE

I think that's partly why we're doing the roles we do

Abby Trott:

I think Ivy, for real! Casting was ON IT. I can be serious when I need to be, but I'm a giant goofball (if you couldn't tell from my latest tweet/insta post...)

PizzaHorse:

Who is your favorite character, other than your own?

Abby Trott:

Mime. Bomb.

Rafael Petardi:

Other than my own? Hmmm... uuuh... mmmm. tough...

Abby Trott:

Seriously, I think Mime bomb is hilarious.

Rafael Petardi:

Yes Mime Bomb!

PizzaHorse:

Do you wish your character had more interactions with another character in particular?

Rafael Petardi:

Yes, I would love to interact with Ivy and Maelstrom

I think the interaction would be odd and awkward and funny

Abby Trott:

Yes. I would love to see how Ivy handles the specific VILE members... I would love to see IVY try to go to VILE academy...

PizzaHorse:

Are there any themes or lessons from the series that you would want people to remember?

Rafael Petardi:

yes, don't jump to conclusions and be an idiot

Abby Trott:

Yes! That! also, don't be evil. ALSO also, be loyal to your friends.

PizzaHorse:

Do you ever look at fan content?

Rafael Petardi:

yes all the time. It helps when I'm tagged rafaelPetardi on Instagram

Abby Trott:

Yes! I look at fanart sometimes, and see what cosplays are happenin'

Rafael Petardi:

I've posted many as well

Abby Trott:

Haven't read much fanfic... but I know it's out there.

PizzaHorse:

What did you think about your character's development and arc throughout the series?

Rafael Petardi:

I absolutely loooooooved Chase's arc

Love redemption stuff

he was just misguided

just was alway his thing

Abby Trott:

I love Ivy's journey - she really grew up, from a troubled kid to an adult, accepting responsibility and accepting new challenges. Donning the hat, if you will.

Rafael Petardi:

*justice as always his thing

PizzaHorse:

How do you feel now that Carmen Sandiego is at its end?

Rafael Petardi:

sad. miss evrybody so much

we will have to have a cast reunion when this pandemic thing is over

Abby Trott:

SAD! But grateful. It was THE MOST fun to record, and I wish it could continue forever.

Rafael Petardi:

I'm grateful too. yes

Abby Trott:

and YES reunion!

PizzaHorse:

Yesss can't wait for that group photo to pop up on social media!

Were there any moments in the series that had you legitimately emotional?

Rafael Petardi:

yes ofcourse

losing Julia was tough

Abby Trott:

A lot. But one that stands out for me is after Carmen gets stuck out in the snow, and is reunited with her crew. (:_;). Also the stuff with Shadowsan and his brother... and anything with baby Carmen...

Gah. So many...

PizzaHorse:

Did you enjoy how the show ended? Is there anything you would have changed or would have liked to see more of?

Rafael Petardi:

I loved the way the show ended! I think Duane did a fantastic job tying loose ends and bring the story to a satisfactory close for all characters

I do hope for an ACME Ivy, Zak, Julia and Chase spin-off

Abby Trott:

I love how it ends. I think it wrapped so well considering the number of eps - the writers really got it done. I WISH Ivy and Zack could follow Carmen forever, but she has her own story to unravel it would seem.

And Ivy does look good in that suit let me tell ya

PizzaHorse:

Can you share a favorite behind the scenes moment?

Abby Trott:

Mikey. Is. So. Funny. Hard to choose one moment - he would make me laugh harder than anything. Especially when we were singing. Or any time he had to gag...

Rafael Petardi:

OMG!

That singing stuff we had to do together was hilarious

we could not stop laughinh

PizzaHorse:

What, in your opinion, are the best pizza toppings?

Abby Trott:

Cheese. Caramelized onions. Roasted garlic. Spinach. Mushrooms.

Rafael Petardi:

buffala mozzarella and tomatos period

oooooo fancy Abby

Abby Trott:

Rafe why aren't you as obsessed with pizza as you are with bread? And can you be?

Rafael Petardi:

I am

Abby Trott:

Rafael Petardi:

I just don;t like to share pizza

PizzaHorse:

Here's a specific question for Rafael. Did you sometimes get mad at your own character for the way he behaved towards Julia earlier on in the Series?

And one for Abby. As a Massachusetts native, how did you feel about voicing a character from Boston with the iconic accent?

Rafael Petardi:

I did not. I always felt, however misguided Chase was, he was always on the path of turth and justice no matter what was in his way. It's the same principals that led hin to see the truth about Julia

*principles

Abby Trott:

I think it's so cool, and kind of an honor, in a way. I was worried about it being too much, and people saying it's over the top. Turns out comedy wins, haha.

PizzaHorse:

Were you familiar with the older animated series when you started work on the Netflix original?

Rafael Petardi:

I never heard of Carmen Sandiego before I did this series

Abby Trott:

Yes! I had seen a bit. I also remember watching my brother play the game. Someone gifted me a mini arcade version of the game this year, and I'm excited to play :slight_smile:

Rafael Petardi:

Which I think helped when I had to say the iconic line

"Where in th world..." there was no pressure

LoL

Abby Trott:

LOL

PizzaHorse:

Okay, last question. Do you have a favorite quote from the show?

Abby Trott:

"La Femme Rouge!"

or Mime Bomb's classic "..."

Rafael Petardi:

"the game is over!"

PizzaHorse:

Woohoo!

Abby Trott:

Hooray!

PizzaHorse:

Thank you so much Rafael Petardi and Abby Trott for joining us today! I hope everybody had a wicked awesome time.

Abby Trott:

Thanks for having us! What a pleasure.

Rafael Petardi:

It was great! Thank you to all the great questions.

Abby Trott:

Thanks for watching the show! Great questions. I'm sure I'm going to think of more quotes as soon as I log off... haha.

Rafael Petardi:

See you all soon!

Abby Trott:

Stay safe, take care, and see you all on various social media platforms!

#Carmen Sandiego #Ivy #Chase Devineaux #CS Crew #Rafael Petardi #Abby Trott #Carmen Sandiego Discord #Carmen Sandiego Discord Server #Interview #Transcript

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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besides lost time obvi, do you have any rafe fic recommendations? preferably ones that are finished? 😌

I haven’t read too many series for him! I really like the one that @collecting-stories has (I think the title is cowboy blues? or it’s one of the chapters?)

@outerbankies has a v good series ongoing called new light

@sunnypogue has a tonnnn of stuff obviously we love coho rafe (she’s who you have to thank for making me write for rafe)

@everybodyscupoftea has a few different AUs and I think I like ole miss rafe best out of her options but they’re all so good !

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collecting-stories · 3 years

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Congratzzz on your latest milestone canny wait to celebrate the next one 🤗🤗 This is so embarrazzinng but I canny find the basket emoji 😳🤦‍♀️ but please may I request a Drabble with my boy Rafe (middle name unknown) Cameron using the prompt 23 & 53 & 13 from that big ol prompt list please 🤗

Omg that's ok! I can never find emojis honestly!!

“Is it really such a big deal that I don’t wanna go?” You asked, dodging the question and Rafe as you moved around your apartment, trying to find the card you’d bought for Wheezie’s birthday. Her sixteenth birthday dinner was tonight, Ward had invited everyone to a night ride out in the Druthers but you’d declined after the last altercation with him at Christmas.

An after dinner argument in the kitchen of Tanny Hill that had escalated into Rafe pushing his father away from you and shouting a very threatening, “if I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me” as you dragged him out of the house. It had been almost five months since you’d seen anyone in his family beside his sisters and you weren’t looking forward to the possibility of being anywhere near Ward again. There was only so much Ward Cameron you could take and you felt like, the more you hung around, the worse Rafe’s relationship with his father got.

“To my sister’s birthday? Yeah, actually it is.” Rafe replied. He finally caught you as you walked back around the kitchen island, stopping you from passing him. “You’ve never missed anything for Wheezie.”

“It’s one dinner Rafe, I already told her that I wasn’t going.”

“Come on, talk to me...what aren’t you telling me?” He asked. He knew that things weren’t great between the three of you but he had been going around more to have dinners with his dad, purely out of the assumption that it was what you wanted him to do, and he was surprised that you still seemed so hesitant to go over now. “We don’t even have to stay long.”

“I just...” you blinked, looking up at the ceiling to avoid making eye contact with Rafe and to rid yourself of the tears you already felt building. You always got a little tearful when you were frusturated, something you hated about yourself, and you didn’t want Rafe to think you were overreacting. “I just...don’t need to go.”

“Hey,” you felt Rafe’s hands on your shoulders, running down over your arms to take your hands in his. When you met his eyes he looked so concerned your heart broke, “what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“I just...I don’t wanna mess things up with you and your dad. I know Ward hates me and I get that he thinks I’m not good enough for you and you guys have been doing pretty well lately and I don’t wanna ruin that by tagging along and messing everything up.” You confessed.

“Whoa, hey, you are leagues more important to me than my dad...I don’t give a shit about Ward’s opinion.”

“Last time-”

“Last time he was an ass to you. I’ve only been going over for dinner cause I thought you wanted me to.” He admitted.

“What? No, I don’t care if you kiss ass with Ward or not.” You laughed despite yourself, wiping tears away.

“Then what the fuck are we doing?” He asked, “If you hate him and I sure as hell do...I’ll tell Wheezie we’ll take her out on her actual birthday. Fuck him.”

“Rafe.”

He shook his head, backing away from you, “no way, don’t even argue...get dressed, I’m taking you out for our own dinner. Without anyone else.”

#ems 10k celebration #obx drabble #what would Rafe's middle name be? any headcanons on that?

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maybank-starkey-obx · 4 years

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Summer Nights

Pairing: Rafe x Reader

Synopsis: it’s summer, and you’re visiting the Outer Banks, and the Cameron’s are old family friends. You and Rafe, always had a flirtation banter, and it gets taken to another level one night.

Warnings: Smut! Kinky, choking, swearing, rough. Dirty (18+) Drug use, unprotected sex.

“Mom, I’m tired,” you groan as your mom tells you to get up so you guys can go visit the Cameron’s.

“You slept through whole drive here, and you’re sleeping now (Y/N), don’t be rude. Get up!” She tells you and you sigh.

“Fine, but we better not stay long,” you shove your sheets off of you and she was standing there with her hands on her hips, with a disapproving look. “Okay, Okay. Let me change real quick,” you wave her off and she turns leaving.

It was your first day back in OBX for summer. It was where your family had the summer house, and where you went most years. Good ol’ North Carolina with the hottest heat. You were going to see some family friends. The Cameron’s, you’ve been friends with Sarah and Rafe since you guys were like 12 and still going strong. You change into some shorts and a tank top and slip on some sandals before heading downstairs to your parents.

“I’m ready to go!” You call out walking into the kitchen where mom was wrapping Tupperware of cookies, probably as a gift. She never went to a place empty handed.

“Okay, go call your dad and we’ll go,” she nods. You walk out and stop at the end of the stairs.

“Dad! Let’s go!” You call out.

“Coming!” He replies and jogs down the stairs, dressed in his nicest khaki shorts and polo and it just makes you shake your head. While you guys were in the obx you and your parents were considered Kooks. Although you never acted like an uptight asshole. Not like Rafe at least. He may have been hot, but he was crazy. A hot, crazy kook. You’ve always found him attractive, but you’d never let him know that with the pride he already had. You guys always had that flirtation whenever you came around. You and Sarah were jsut good friends of course, but you and rafe always went back and forth. You guys all pile into the car and it was extremely hot, I think we were currently going through a heatwave.

You get to the house and it looked the same, big and white and on figure 8. We get out and walk to the front. Mom knocks on the door and it opens to reveal the one and only Rafe Cameron. He smiles when he sees us.

“Hey!” He says. “You guys are back!” He dazzled your parents with his charming smile and you roll your eyes at his charade.

“Hey Rafe!” Mom chirps. “It’s good to see you again,” she pulls him into a hug. “Have you grown even more!?”

“Maybe,” he laughs. “Good to see you guys,” he says and dad pats his back.

“Hey Rafe,” he nods at him.

“So the rents are in the kitchen,” he points out. “If you guys want to go check that out,” he adds.

“Yeah, thanks hun!” Mom says and walks off with dad to the kitchen.

Rafes gaze falls on you and You notice his eyes look you up and down and You feel your cheeks flush at his stare.

“(Y/L/N),” he says slowly.

“Cameron,” you smirk getting your confidence back.

“It’s been a minute huh?” He smirks back at you.

“Indeed,” you nod.

“Do I get a hug... or!? Are we too old for that!?” He asks and you roll your eyes making him chuckle. “You look good.”

“When do I not!?” You joke and he nods.

“Same old (Y/N),” he says. “Did you miss me!? Is that why you joined your parents today!?”

“You caught me!” You nod. “I missed you so bad... that I had to get up from my glorious sleep, just to visit you, and your pink polo,” you fix the collar of the shirt and he grins looking down at you.

“Thought so,” he nods. “Probably why you’re all dolled up in those shorts and tank top huh!?” He grabs the string of your tank top and pulls it letting it snap back.

“Yeah, all for you,” you say sarcastically. “Where’s Sarah!?” You push him back.

“She’s out,” he shrugs. “Probably hanging out with that John B kid,” he rolls his eyes.

“John B!? Really?” I ask and he nods. “Since when!? Why hasn’t she told me this!?”

“Probably because she’s hiding it from everyone,” he said.

“Is she still with Topper!?” You ask.

“I’m pretty sure she cheated on him with John B,” he tells you and you jaw drops. “But, she doesn’t admit anything to me. You’ll have to figure it out yourself,” he puts his hands up.

“Damn,” you shake your head.

You never cared for Topper. He was just another kook, but you knew that he cared for Sarah... a lot. You never thought of her as the cheering type! But You gotta talk to her about it!

“Yup,” he nods. “I’d stay with you, but a friend asked me hang. So...” he drifts.

“That’s fine,” you shrug and he nods.

“There’s a party tonight,” he tells you. “You should come, it’s at Toppers place,” he adds. “8:00, if you’re down.”

“Oh cool! Sure,” You nod. “See you then Cameron,” you cross your arms and he smirks.

“See you then (Y/L/N),” he nods and turns sauntering off.

You throw your clothes around your room out of your suitcase looking for something nice to wear tonight. You were going to that party Rafe told you about and you didn’t know what to wear.

“(Y/N),” mom knocks on your door and opens it. “Someone’s here to see you!” She grins and then Sarah walks in.

“Sarah!” You exclaim standing up and she smiles.

“(Y/N)!” She runs over hugging you. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too!” You nod after pulling away from the hug.

“What ar you doing in here!? It’s a mess,” she looks around your room and laughs.

“Oh...” you laugh. “I was looking for something to wear, rafe invited me to Top’s party,” you tell her.

“Ah,” she nods.

“You coming!?” I ask and her smile drops slightly.

“No,” she mumbles. “Me and Topper aren’t together anymore.”

“What!? Why!?” You ask. You wanted to act dumb to see if she’d tell you about John B and all that.

“Well...” she looks around and then closes your door and sits on the bed. “I have a lot to tell you.”

“Well! I’m all ears,” you grin and sit back down by your suitcase looking through the clothes still.

“You know John B?” She asks and you nod. “Well... him and I have been... seeing each other a little bit,” she tells you and you glance at her.

“Did you cheat on Topper?” You ask.

“Um...” she drifts. “We were having some troubles okay! And I kissed John B! But then I ended it,” she tells you and your eyes widen. “Don’t hate me!”

“I don’t hate you Sarah,” you say. “But... dude.”

“I know! Im mad at myself for it,” she nods.

“Topper wasn’t a bad guy to you,” you tell her and she nods again.

“I know that. I suck for that, but listen. I really like John B,” she says and you nod. “Like he’s so cute,” she grins. “And he’s not a bad guy at all.”

“He never seemed like one,” you shrug. “Also! Why the hell didn’t you text me and tell me this all!?” You ask. “Or call!”

“I know I should’ve,” she says. “Sorry, I just got sidetracked, and I thought it would be better to tell you in person!” She explains and you nod. “But, you should meet the pouges (Y/N) they’re cool!”

“Yeah, they always seemed kinda cool,” you say. You’ve always wondered what their lives were like. They were always so free when you’d see them around. It looked fun. But your parents wouldn’t let you hang out with them. “Now... can you help me find an outfit!?” You ask her.

“Of course!” She nods. “What are we going for!? Sexy or cute!?”

“Always sexy,” you say and she laughs. “Also, tell me more about John B!” And she blushes at the mention of his name.

After an hour of talking, and finding the right outfit you were ready. Your makeup was done previously and you kept your hair out. You look at yourself in the mirror. You were dressed in a tight, light blue skirt that was mid thigh, with a slight slit on the side, with a white tank top tucked in. It showed all your lovely curves perfectly.

“You look amazing!” Sarah tells you and you grin.

“Thanks,” you say. “So... you’re not coming!?” You sigh.

“No,” she shakes her head. “You have fun though!”

“Okay, lets go,” You grab your qbag and slip on some white keds.

We head downstairs and your mom and dad were watching tv.

“We’re going,” You tell them and they turn.

“Where?” Mom asks.

“Just hanging out,” you lie and she nods.

“Well have fun, don’t stay out too late,” she tells you and your dad nods in agreement.

“Okay, love you guys!” You call out.

“Love you,” they reply and you guys leave the house.

“Thanks for covering for me,” you say to Sarah and she nods.

“Anytime,” she replies. She told you she’d drive you there.

When you got there it was full, and the music was loud. You turn to Sarah.

“Thanks,” you said again.

“No problem,” she shrugs. “Have fun! And text me so we can hang tomorrow or something.”

“Okay,” you nod. “Bye! Love ya!”

“Love ya!” She blows a kiss your way and you smile getting out of her car. You wave before shutting the door and turning toward fhe party. This was gonna be a fun way to start off your summer.

You walk into the house, music loud, people all over, upstairs, downstairs outside. It smelt like sweat, alcohol and drugs. You look around to the people grinding on each other and soem making out, some talking. You definitely needed a drink if you are trying to have fun tonight.

You walk to the kitchen and you notice Topper and Rafe standing next to each other with some other friends. Topper notices you and grins.

“(Y/N)!” He calls out and Rafe turns and immediately checks you out and it makes you smirk.

“Topper!” You exclaim walking over to him.

“You’re back!” Topper smiles and pulls you into a side hug.

“I am, did you miss me?” You ask and he chuckles.

“Who in obx didn’t?” He asks and you laugh. “Want a drink?” He asks.

“Yeah!” You nod and he goes over to the table of alcohol.

“You look good tonight,” Rafe steps closer and leans in to say that to you. His breath smelt of alcohol, and his pupils were dilated, you know that Rafe started doing coke. Last summer was when he started actually and he was only 19.

“Thanks,” you say. “You don’t look too bad,” you reply with a smirk and he nods.

“I know I look good,” he tells you cockily and you roll your eyes. “Nice skirt,” he stares down at your ass and you chuckle.

“Eyes are up here Cameron,” you tell him and he looks into your eyes and smirks.

“I know where they are,” he replies.

“Here!” Topper comes back with your drink and you take it.

“Thanks!” You nod and take a sip. It was a concoction of something and it was strong. “Damn, trying to give me alcohol poisoning Top!?” You laugh coughing a bit.

“Sorry,” he laughs. “I’m drunk, I don’t know what I did.”

“It’s okay,” You shrug. “The stronger the better.”

“Ain’t that true,” Rafe laughs.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” You notice Kelce walk over. “You’re back!”

“I am!” You nod and he pulls you into a hug.

“How’s it going!?” He asks. “Long time no see.”

“Going good,” You reply.

“You look good tonight,” he eyes you up and down and smirks.

“Thanks, so do you!” You grin back at him and you noticed Rafe staring at you guys, and glaring at Kelce. Jealous or something?

“Thank you,” he says. “So, any SC guy snatch you up yet?” He chuckles.

“Nope, not yet,” you shake your head.

“Ah, lucky for us obx guys then,” he smirks and you laugh.

“Obx guys aren’t my type,” You remark back and Kelce laughs.

“I see, I see...” he nods.

“They’re good for some short term fun tho!” You add and Rafe looked so annoyed right now. What was his deal? It was kelce You was talking to not soem rando. He’s so jealous. And for some reason, that was hot.

“Yeah,” kelce says and then someone calls his name. “Well, I should go, my boys calling. It was good seeing you again (Y/N),” he grins.

“Yeah, you too,” you nod and he walks off.

“Short term fun?” Rafe repeats what you said.

“That’s what I said,” you nod and he scoffs. “Jealous there Rafe?” You ask with a smirk.

“You wish (Y/N),” he replies.

“Well, say that to the glare on your face,” You point out and Topper laughs and that makes Rafe glare harder.

“Fuck off,” he says and you laugh. “I’m going to take a hit,” he turns around and walks off.

“Hey wait up!” Topper says. “Coming (Y/N)?” He asks and starts walking, you follow.

“Take a hit?” You question even though you knew what it meant. He was gonna do drugs, snort coke. But you just needed some reassurance, because damn.

“You know, shirt some coke,” Topper tells you.

“So you do it too?” You ask and he nods. “Since when?”

“Since recently,” he shrugs. “It’s a good party drug (Y/N), no biggie,” he says and you guys stop at a table of people and rafe was now sitting down next to some girls.

He holds a rolled up dollar bill in his hand, and bends down to the table putting the dollar to his right nostril and then snorts the line of coke in front of him. You’ve never seen this happen in real life, You felt like an innocent kid watching an R rated movie. He sits up and wipes his nose sniffling a bit.

“Top,” he nods to him and points the dollar toward him. Topper walks over taking it from him. He sits across from Rafe and does the same thing. Rafe’s eyes catch mine.

“Want a bump (Y/N)?” Rafe asks with a grin. You didn’t know what to say. You’ve never done coke, ever. The most you have done is smoke weed. Not cocaine.

“Um...” is all you manage to say.

“C’mere,” he waves you over and you walk over to him past some girls. He surprisingly pulls you down onto his lap.

“I don’t know Rafe,” you look at him.

“It’s fun,” he says. “And not hard to do. Look, it’s your first time, it won’t be too bad,” he adds and you look at the table. He grabs the dollar bill from Topper. “You just snort it,” he instructs. “But... if you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” he loosely puts his arm around your hip so it’s resting on your thigh and the feeling gave you tingles. Being this close to Rafe was new, sitting on his lap. Just under his shorts was something else. It turned you on.

“Um... sure,” you mumble. You didn’t want to be a downer at this party. So why not?

“Here, why don’t we do this,” he says. “It’s easier than snorting it,” he tells you. You watch at his puts the dollar on the counter and then licks his finger pressing it into the powder on the table and then he lifts his finger.

“Open your mouth,” he tells you and you just listen without question. He puts his finger into your mouth and rubs the powder on your gums. You stare at him as he does this, and soon pulls his finger back. “See... easy,” he grins and your breath hitches a bit.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Here, might taste a bit... bitter,” he chuckles grabbing your drink from the table and passing it to you. “Just relax now,” he adds and you nod sipping the strong drink.

An hour or more has passed and you were high, and slightly drunk. But you were having a good time with Rafe. You guys haven’t left the couch, you were chilling with his friends here and you were still sitting on his lap.

“Hey, stay still for a second,” Rafe tells you and you turn to watch him, and he puts a bit of coke on your exposed shoulder, attempting to make a line without a card or something sharp. “Don’t move (Y/N),” he says again.

“Dude, I haven’t,” you laugh. He brings his finger up to his left nostril and without using the rolled bill he just snorts it through his right nostril off of you. Something about him doing it off of you, was so hot... it turned you on. Throughout the night, Rafe has kept getting you horny. Something about him and the way he looks. Instead of his slicked back hair, it was slightly messy now and it looked good and sitting on his lap was nice, smelling his cologne. It all made you wet for him. It was annoying, but at the same time... thrilling, because you wanted more. You were just unsure if he’d want it too, or do anything about it.

He wipes his nose sniffling again and looks at you because you were staring at him.

“What!?” He asks grinning slightly.

“Nothing,” you mumble.

“You smell good,” he tells you and your cheeks flush just by the slight compliment.

“Thanks,” you reply. “You do too,” you add. You sip on your drink and notice him staring at you. “What’re you staring at?” You ask.

“You were just staring at me,” he shrugs. “What’s the difference?”

“You were just doing coke off of my shoulder, that’s the difference. I have a reason to stare,” you snark back and he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t be a brat,” he said.

“I am not,” you remark. “If I’m a brat, you’re an arrogant ass.”

“Shut up,” he shakes his head.

“Make me,” you smirk and he looks at you and licks his lips.

“Don’t say that,” he tells you.

“Why?” You shrug. “Afraid you can’t do it?” You challenge and he chuckles.

“You know I like a challenge (Y/N),” he says.

“Yeah...” you nod. “So make me Rafe,” you add as seductively as ever. You don’t know what came over you, but you were turned on for this guy right in front of you.

You saw his eyes turn dark, and without you even realizing, he closes the gap between you two and kisses you. You were shocked at first, but then you kiss him back scooting closer onto his lap. He wraps his arm your waist and your hand was resting on his chest. He runs a hand down to your hip squeezing it a bit and you sigh and he slips his tongue into your mouth. His lips were soft and, he tasted like alcohol and mint, but you loved it. Kissing him just made you want to go to a room and rip his clothes off right now. You slowly grind your on top of him and he lets out a low groan, and you could feel him get hard in his shorts and it made you hornier.

He pulls away and you bite his lower lip and he sighs. “Get up,” he tells you and you stand up off of him. He does too and grabs your hand and pulls you along with him.

He pushes past some people and you guys end upstairs, and he walks into an empty room locking the door behind him and you watch him. He turns to you in the dark room, the moon the only light between you guys. He grabs your hand pulling you close to him and smashing his lips onto yours. He runs his hands down to your thighs and lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He slams you back against a wall and you let out a moan.

“I thought obx guys weren’t your type,” he mumbles close to your lips.

“Oh shut up,” you said.

“That’s my line baby,” he says and kisses your neck and you lift your head to give him better access. He runs his hands up your bare leg to your skirt and hips. He sucks and nips at your neck making you moan when he sucks your sweet spot. He moves his hands to the hem of your shirt and you let him slip it off and throw it somewhere in the dark room. He moves you guys over to the bed and drops you onto it. He admires your body laying on the bed.

“Just looking at your earlier had me wanting to rip your clothes off,” he says. “That little skirt,” he hovers over you kissing down your chest. He makes his way to your stomach leaving wet kisses and hickeys all the way down to your skirt.

“You know...” you say and he pulls your bra down without unclasping it, he just pulled it down. “This isn’t gonna shut me up,” you tease and he runs a finger over you nipple and you moan.

“Really,” he said. “You wanna play it that way (Y/N)?” He asks.

“Only fair... huh,” you quirk your eyebrow up. You pull him down on the bed and get on top of him straddling his lap. You kiss his neck and grab his shirt and pull it off to run your hands down his toned body. So smooth under your touch.

“Yeah,” he says. “I guess you’re gonna have to listen to daddy’s orders if you’re gonna shut up,” he lifts one hand to your throat and you sigh. Daddy and choking? This was a dream come true.

“Maybe,” you nod. You weren’t being a good girl tonight clearly.

“Maybe,” he repeats and chuckles. “Get on your knees,” he demands and you follow his demand and get on your knees. He unbuckles his shorts and you help him pull them down along with his briefs. His member pops out and it makes your eyes widen and mouth water. He was bigger than expected. His dick was long, and thick and just perfect.

“Like what you see?” He smirks. “Now suck it,” he adds and you grab his cock with one hand pumping it a few times before spitting on it. You lick up his shaft and he sighs. “Don’t tease me (Y/N), suck it,” he grips your hair and you wrap your lips around the tip and suck the Pre-cum and swirl your tongue over it. You slowly move your head down his length and he lets out a small moan and jerks his hips making you gag on it.

“Faster,” he grunts and you start bobbing your head up and down, but soon he starts thrusting into the back of your throat making your eyes water. “Fuck,” he sighs pushing your head down on his cock and he thrusts into your mouth. “How’s that for shutting you up!?” He says through thrusts. “You’re pretty little face being fucked by my cock, you really know how to take it!”

You gag against him and try to relax as he thrusts hitting the back of your throat. You felt the saliva drip down, making it real messy and sloppy. But he was loving it. “I’ve always imagined fucking your little whore mouth,” he moans and that makes you moan against his cock and he groans. “Fuck!” He says pushing your head down again before he lifts your head completely off his cock and saliva drips down your chin.

“Look at me,” he tells you and you do, his fingers still gripping your hair. “Dirty whore,” he grabs his cock with his other hand and smacks your cheek with it, all the wetness on your cheek. “Did that shut you up!?” He asks, moving his hand from your hair to neck and you moan.

“No,” you say and you feel him squeeze your neck and you moan.

“Listen here slut,” he said. “You’re not gonna talk back to me, unless you wanna get punished, got it!?” He asks and pulls you up. “You don’t want to be punished.”

“What if I do daddy,” you smirk.

“Take your skirt off,” he says and you pull it off only in your black lace thong. He grabs your thighs pulling you closer to him. He runs 2 fingers over your clothed core and chuckles.

“Already so wet for me huh?” He states. “Soaking through your panties like a little whore,” he adds just making you more wet. He pulls your panties down and you kick them to the side. He runs his fingers through your folds and the contact was amazing and made you close your eyes.

“You like that!?” He asks slowly pressing down on your clit and you moan. He rubs circle and you start moaning repeatedly. “I don’t think I can get you to shut up (Y/N), you’re a moaning whore,” he tells you and you whimper when he moves his hand away. He then pulls you so you’re bent over his lap and then smacks your ass.

“Such a nice ass,” he says smacking it again and moving his hand between your legs to rub your pussy. “Such a nice pussy,” he adds. “On such a dirty girl,” he said and you moan.

“Fuck Rafe, hurry up,” you moan.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he smacks your ass again. “And you call me daddy,” another smack.

“Yes daddy,” you moan out.

“There we go, now you’re listening,” he rubs your pussy again and starts teasing at your entrance. “You’re so wet,” he hums and then shoved 2 fingers inside of you making you let out a sinful moan.

“Fuck!” You groan and he starts moving relentlessly. You spread your legs for him as he shoves the two fingers in and out of you making you moan loudly.

“Just so you know,” he slams them in and out, with you still bent over his knees. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” he adds and you moan.

“But...” you moan. You already felt the knot in your stomach. “Fuck... Rafe,” you say.

“Not, Rafe!” He growls.

“Daddy,” you moan. “I’m close!”

“This is only a little punishment (Y/N), don’t make it worse!” He grunts keeping his speed. He curls his fingers and that makes you clench around him.

“Fuck daddy,” you say. “Please!” You moan.

“No,” he says and you squeeze your eyes shut? The sound of your wetness was echoing around the room. “Be a good girl for daddy and don’t cum,” he curls his fingers again and you whine.

“But... I’m so close! Please,” you beg. “Please daddy,” you say.

“Shut up,” he said not stopping.

“Slow down,” you moan.

“What was that!?” He chuckles keeping the speed, if not going faster.

“Fuck,” you moan. “I’ll be a good girl daddy, please let me cum,” you say. “Please,” you turn to look at him, all fucked out and he groans just looking at you still moving his fingers.

“Fuck...” he says. “Fine,” he adds. “Cum on daddy’s fingers,” he tells you and his words just make you go over the edge, clenching around his still moving fingers. He slows his movement but keeps going, riding out your high, he pulls them out and then sucks his fingers. You move to get up.

“No, stay,” he tells you and you stay put. He moves his hand down between your legs again rubbing your clit and you moan, still weak.

“Fuck... again!?” You sigh.

“Have you ever squirted!?” He asks and you shake your head no. “Well, I’m gonna make you.”

“What!?” You ask and he rubs his fingers at your entrance and you moan.

“Yeah, daddy’s gonna make you squirt,” he chuckles. “You gonna be a good girl and let daddy?”

“Rafe,” you say and then he shoves his fingers back into your sensitive pussy and you moan.

“Shh,” he says and starts slamming his fingers in and out of you. You felt his palm hit your ass, while his middle and ring finger slam inside of you. He curls his fingers wigglings them inside of you and you moan loudly.

“Fuck...” you say your legs shaking. It was too much after your last orgasm. You were weak and already felt like you were gonna cum again.

“I’m gonna be the first to make this tight pussy squirt!” He grunts curling his fingers deep inside of you and you clench around him moaning and swearing. He moves them up and down and you felt this weird sensation. “Come on baby, I can feel it,” he moves his fingers rough and fast.

“Oh fuck!” You moan. He spanks your ass with his other hand and you moan.

“Good girl, take my fingers in that pussy and squirt,” he says wigglings his fingers and you clench around him moaning. Then you feel this release of wetness spill out and he takes his fingers out and rubs your pussy as you moan. “Fuck yeah,” he says smacking your ass. You already felt exhausted.

“Shit...” you sigh.

“You’re being a good girl now huh?” He spanks you.

“Yes daddy,” you say.

“Good job,” he said. He lifts you up and kisses your lips, and you loved feeling his soft lips on yours. “Now... I want you to ride me,” he mumbles close to your lips. You nod. “Show me what you got...” he squeezes your ass and you push him back in the bed. He watches your every move and you get on top of him above his cock. He strokes it a couple of times and you align it with your entrance and slowly sink down on it, both of you letting out a moan.

“You’re so tight,” he groans as you take him in fully adjusting to his size and the new pleasure, even though you’ve had a lot already. “Start moving baby,” he tells you and you start moving up and down slowly.

“Faster,” he says and thrusts up slightly making you moan. You start bouncing up and down his cock, grinding your hips to add more and he grunts. He grips your hips, digging his fingers into them making marks. “Fuck,” he sighs and you keep bouncing, your tits bouncing with you. He reaches one hand to cup one and massages it and you moan throwing your head back.

“Such a good little slut,” he tells you and you moan. “I bet no South Carolina guy has made you feel like this,” he moves his hand to your neck. “Look at me and tell me how good I make you feel (Y/N),” your name falling off his lips was so amazing. You moan looking at him, his hand around your neck.

“Your cock makes me feel so good daddy,” you tell him and he moans. “It’s so big inside my tight pussy,” you add and he groans.

“Fuck yeah it is,” he says. “Your tight, wet pussy! You love when I fuck you,” he grunts and starts thrusting as your bouncing gets sloppy.

“Fuck I love it,” you moan and he squeezes your neck slightly. “It feels so good!”

“Yours such a good slut,” he said.

“I’m so close,” you breathe out.

“Beg daddy to cum,” he demands.

“Please daddy,” you whine. “Let me cum all over your cock,” you say. “Please...” you look down at him and he moans.

“Fuck,” he says. “Whenever you’re ready baby,” he thrusts hard and you let out a loud moan, feeling yourself release all over him and clench around him. “Ah, fuck!” He grunts keeping his thrusts as you drop down onto him. He moves his hands to your ass squeezing it as he keeps thrusting into you, his dick twitching inside of you.

“Fill me up,” you say in his ear and he grunts.

“Fuck (Y/N),” he moans thrusting once more and then keeping himself burried deep inside as you feel him release inside of you and you both moan. He kisses the side of your neck thrusting slowly and then pulling out of you.

“Good girl,” he whispers smacking your ass. “Who knew you could take dick so good,” he chuckles looking at you. Your cheeks were flush now and both your breathing was erratic.

“Who knew you had such good dick to give,” you reply and he laughs.

“I’m sure you already knew,” he says and then pulls you into a kiss. “A good way to start the summer,” he mumbles close to your lips.

You and rafe just had sex. It really was a good way to start the summer.

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A/N

Hope y’all enjoyed! Open for requests and all.

#jj outer banks #outer banks #rudy pankow #jj maybank #chase stokes #drew starkey #john b routledge #jonathan davis #madelyn cline #madison bailey #jj smut #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe smut #rafe obx #obx netflix #jj x reader

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matthewtkachuk · 4 years

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700 🥺🥺

wow, i genuinely cannot express how shocked and grateful i am to every single one of you for continuing to put up with my bullshit. i started off in this fandom silently lurking and reading, before deciding to try my hand at writing again. never in my life did i imagine the amazing support system i would find on this website or the amazing group of people i’m proud to call my friend

special shout outs to my babies who put up with the most and keep me in line (and those that have checked on me recently i love and appreciate yall): @rekrappeter @sortagaysortahigh @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @socialwriter @bluesiderudy @anxietyandtacos @jellyfishbeansontoast @rudyypankow @bricksatanakinswindow @drewsephsmiles @midnightmagicmusings @anonymous0writer @stargazingstarkey @downbytheouterbanks @https-luna @danicarosaline @notphilosopherstudentblog @sguymon21 @outrbanks @jjbaymank @kookkyra @rae131415 @outerbankslut @scandalousfemale @ilovejjmaybank @jjaybank i’m not tagging everyone or this list would literally be like 200 people long, i love all my mutuals so much (if i missed you i love you beyond words, i’m just a lil dumb at 11pm)

i was sitting here today, wondering the best way to celebrate 700 followers. i’m at a busy point in my self-study (shout out to my mock exam this week) and i’m still working on my 500 follower blurbs (i’m so sorry yall they will be written its just takin time!!!) so a big celebration didn’t seem the right way to go. but then i thought, what would be a better way to show my appreciation for all of you than to finally write the sequel to ignore me, so here she is:

forgive me

thank you to every single one of you, i love all of you so much and my asks and messages are always, always open if you need anything or you just wanna chat. ask any of my mutuals, i’m just a big ol dumbass who loves to simp over drew starkey, writes the angstiest shit on this website, and cries thinking about fiance to husband rafe

from the bottom of my heart, thank y’all

- shelbs

#milestone #not me crying in the club right now #i love yall so much

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barrysjumpsuit · 4 years

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the killing in kildare - an outer banks/criminal minds crossover (jj pov)

this came to be thanks to a post by @pixelated-pogues and @poguesoftheobx and tbh my main motivation for this was jj being an asshole to feds

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of (canon) abuse, some abuse/fighting, mentions of canon murder, this is purely unedited so prob typos and bad grammar idc

summary: following the murder of sherriff peterkin, our favorite BAU team comes in to assist the kildare county police department with their case

a/n: i hate this and rewrote it twice, but here ya go!!! couldn’t make it a true criminal minds bau type case due to the canon but i did my best. also there’s mayward if u squint

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“We haven’t had a homicide here in ten years,” Deputy Shoupe was explaining as he led the BAU team through the police station. “All sorts of weird shit going down lately. We’re at our wits end.”

“And all this happened after Routledge’s disappearance?” Agent Hotchner asked, weaving his way through desks as Shoupe unlocked the conference room door.

“Yes sir, his kid - also John Routledge, we call him John B - thought he’s out there, but we’ve officially deemed him dead after he didn’t show up after a couple months, now the kid says a local killed him. Have a seat.”

Shoupe gestured to the chairs surrounding the table, and the team sat down, Hotchner and Rossi near the head of the table. They all listened while Shoupe explained what went down over the course of the past year - Big John’s disappearance, which turned out to be linked to his hunt for the gold of the Royal Merchant. Word had it that a man named Ward Cameron, the elite of the island, was responsible, or at least involved. “That statement came from Routledge’s kid, so I’m not sure how true it is,” Shoupe explained.

Turns out, Shoupe believed it was the younger Routledge who murdered Sheriff Peterkin. A local reported him running around, covered in blood. He had become involved in the treasure hunt with his friends, wreaking havoc around the island in the process. There were strange men who reportedly chased the kids, who later turned up dead in someone’s nets, sporting wounds from a gaff hook.

“And now Pete…” Shoupe continued, trailing off. “That kid’s on the loose. We haven’t seen or heard anything about him in a few days. We think he got away, but I still have officers out keeping an eye open.”

It wasn’t the type of case the BAU would normally take on, but it was interesting. A hunt for treasure, mysterious men and local residents turning up dead, and the murder of the Sheriff.

There were a few questions and a brief silence as the team looked over the photos and files they had been given. Morgan finally spoke up, his voice filled with determination. “We’ll find whoever did this.”

JJ laid on the dock, swinging his feet which dangled off the edge. The tips of his boots barely skimmed the water. In one hand, he pinched a joint between two fingers. His eyes were closed, and occasionally he sucked on the joint, enjoying the calmness that overwhelmed his system, easing the anxiety that had been overwhelming ever since he saw John B disappear the night before.

They had finally eased off the search once there was word of his escape. He was out of Kildare County, out of jurisdiction.

With no more cops hanging around, JJ could finally return to the Chateau. He knew he couldn’t go home - his dad had probably realized that JJ had stolen the keys to the Phantom by now, and JJ would be a goner. Being at the Chateau was familiar and comfortable.

Both Kiara and Pope had returned home to be with their families. Ever since two nights before, JJ had been at the Chateau, Kiara having dropped off food from The Wreck to last him a few days.

JJ was too caught up in his thoughts to hear the footsteps making their way down the dock until someone spoke. “JJ Maybank?”

He knew the voice of a cop when he heard it; JJ bolted upright, immediately jumping into the water, his joint long forgotten as he plunged under the water and started swimming.

Arms suddenly wrestled him. “We just want to talk, kid,” someone said, and JJ threw an elbow their way. Whoever had jumped in and grabbed him was too big, and wrestled him back to the dock. “Grab him, Spence.”

Hands pulled JJ back onto the dock. “You’re not in any trouble, JJ.”

JJ struggled in his hold, but more hands were on him, and he knew he couldn’t get away.

“Alright, you got me, congratulations,” he said, throwing his hands up. “John B didn’t kill Peterkin, he didn’t kill anybody.”

“Hold up, kid,” the first man said. JJ saw that they weren’t dressed like normal cops, and the man soon confirmed his suspicions. “My name is Derek Morgan, this is Spencer Reid, we’re with the FBI. We just have a few questions.”

“Ask away,” JJ said, exasperated. He was cornered on the end of the dock by the two agents.

“We’d like you to come with us,” Agent Reid explained. “To take an official statement. You won’t get in any trouble and you’ll be able to leave whenever you want.”

“If your friend is innocent, we want to help him, all right? That’s what we’re here for.”

Maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that John B was gone and safe. Whatever the case, JJ nodded, allowing the agents to walk him to their SUV to take him back to the police station. He was more than aware of all the looks everyone gave him. JJ greeted them, in typical JJ fashion, and he was brought into an office.

A blonde woman was sitting at the conference table, papers and files spread out before her while she spoke on the phone. JJ recognized the photos of the two square groupers that were killed, hauled up in nets by some fishermen. His stomach turned at the memory of them breaking into John B’s house.

The agent set the phone down onto the table before sticking out her hand. “My name’s Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ. You’re a friend of John B’s?”

JJ laughed. “JJ, that’s a good name, I like it.” He smiled with satisfaction as Jennifer’s face flushed red. “Look at that, we even look alike, we’re both blond bombshells.”

“This is JJ Maybank,” Agent Morgan interjected, a smile tugging on his lips, too.

“Well, all right, JJ. Can you tell us what happened? From the beginning? We found that the officers here tended to have a… biased report, so sorry about that.” Her eyes shifted slowly towards Deputy Shoupe.

“Nah, it’s all good. I have a bit of a reputation here, so that doesn’t surprise me.” JJ couldn’t help but throw a wink towards Shoupe. “Ol’ Shoupe and I here know each other pretty well.”

There was a pang of satisfaction inside JJ as Shoupe sighed. “Just shut up and talk, Maybank.”

“Aight. So, JB’s dad was looking for this gold his whole life, ya know? He went missing at sea about a year ago. Then this month, after Agatha, my friends and I were out fishing and we found a sunk boat. It belonged to Scooter Grubbs, and we were like ‘oh, how did he get his grubby little hands on it?’” he paused, clearly proud of the joke he made. “Anyway. Scooter turned up dead and we found a compass in the boat. It was JB’s dad’s. So we were like ‘holy shit, it’s a ghost compass’. But after we found that compass we were chased by some guys, total square groupers - they tried to shoot us! Then they next day we went to ask Scooter’s wife about it but found the guys there, then they came to JB’s house looking for him and the compass. Then we found a map and tape recorder to John B from his dad in this creepy ass tomb the compass told us to go to, and we knew something was up.”

JJ paused for dramatic effect. Everyone, even Shoupe, was watching and listening intently, Jennifer scribbling down notes as a tape recorder played on the table. Agent Morgan was visibly amused by JJ’s storytelling.

He continued with the story. “So we found the shipwreck, right? But there wasn’t anything on it. So we were like damn, someone beat us to it. But then John B started mackin’ Sarah Cameron-”

Agent Reid made a confused face at his slang.

“Mackin’. You know, making out, dating, Sarah Cameron. Turns out, there was a letter left by Denmark Tanney. He was the sole survivor and hid all the gold at the Crain house. But this is where it gets good,” JJ said, leaning forward, as if the story wasn’t thrilling enough already. “Ward Cameron must have known that John B was looking for the gold. He had him move into his house and must have overheard him talking to Sarah about the gold. The gold was gone. Ward loaded it up in his plane. While this was happening, John B went to Lana, Scooter’s wife, and she told him everything. About how Big John and Ward were looking for the gold, and they were about to find the merchant, then Ward shoved John and split his head open and dumped him over the side of the boat.”

“We have agents talking to Lana Grubbs right now,” Jennifer said, and JJ nodded vigorously.

“Good. Oh yeah, JB said Ward took him fishing and tried to kill him with a gaff hook. That ring any bells?” JJ looked from Morgan to Reid, and then to Jennifer, who just nodded. “So turns out Scooter found his body and got the compass. Then he was coming back when Aggie hit. After JB found out, he was pissed, man, and we went to the runway to stop Ward from stealing the gold. He was taking it and Sarah to the Bahamas. JB went out to try to stop him. He said Peterkin showed up to arrest Ward, but then Ward’s kid Rafe - he’s a crazy motherfucker - shot Peterkin, John B ran because Rafe was gonna shoot him too, then Ward called our friend Shoupe and said John B shot her and denied everything.”

“Did you witness anything at the airport?” Morgan asked, walking to sit down beside JJ.

JJ shifted uncomfortably, filling with guilt. “No, we ran once Peterkin showed up. I’m on probation. I didn’t need to get caught out there. As far as I know, the only people who were there were Peterkin, Ward, Rafe, John B, and-”

He stopped speaking as Jennifer’s attention was immediately diverted, her eyes locked on something outside the window. JJ’s head whipped around, seeing the one person he never wanted to see ever again. All of his cockiness and charm was gone the second he laid eyes on his father.

“Reid, lock the door,” Jennifer said quietly as Shoupe and Morgan slipped out of the office, leaving the three of them. From outside, JJ could hear yelling, the voices of his father and Shoupe unmistakable.

“Don’t let him anywhere near me,” JJ said suddenly, almost pleadingly.

“Who is that?” Agent Reid asked, and Jennifer nodded as if acknowledging that she was thinking the same thing.

JJ muttered, “My dad,” wheeling his chair out of view from the window.

“We won’t let him near you, okay?” he heard the woman say, and JJ just nodded. “I’m going to call the rest of my team to see how it’s going, you can stay in here. It’s safe here. We’ll be back soon with some more questions for you.”

JJ nodded again, opening his eyes and watching the two agents leave the room, closing and locking the door behind them.

He sat alone for a while before pulling out his phone. He noticed he had several missed calls and texts from Pope and Kiara; he called Pope back, greeted by the frantic sound of his voice. “Dude, where the hell are you!”

“Bro, the FBI is here looking for whoever killed Peterkin,” JJ said, not answering his question.

“You’re talking to them?” Pope asked in a worried but hushed tone. “JJ, you’re actually talking to feds?”

“Hey, they wanna help John B, man. Help him and put away the Camerons.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“I told them everything, Pope. They’re talking to Miss Lana too. Who knows, if you or Kie back me up-”

“JJ!” Pope was yelling now. “JJ, do you know how many laws we’ve broken? No, JJ.”

JJ opened his mouth to say something, but quickly hung up the phone as the door opened and a two stoic, official looking men walked in.

“I’m Agent Hotchner, this is Agent Rossi,” the taller one stated. His tone was flat and hard, and JJ instantly didn’t like him.

“Are you here to take my story again? The recorder’s right there bro, I don’t even think she turned it off.” He pointed to the tape recorder, which was still running.

“No, we’re here to ask if you would happen to know where Rafe Cameron could be hiding.”

“His house? It’s really big, you might want to check everywhere.”

“We did a full sweep of the place,” Agent Hotchner said in the same disinterested tone. “Any friend’s place? Anything like that?”

JJ sighed. “He’s this guy’s bitch. Some basehead named Barry. If my dad’s out there, ask him about where to find him, he buys coke off him. Rafe does, too. The two of them jumped me a few days ago.”

“Do you know where he lives?” the other agent asked, his voice slightly softer. “His father isn’t speaking, we’ve arrested him but can’t find his son.”

“Where’s Ward? I’d like to talk to him.”

“I’m afraid we can’t let you do that, son.” Agent Rossi pulled out the chair next to JJ and sat down. “Where does this Barry guy live?”

JJ sighed. “Shitty little trailer on the west side of Sunshine street. Ironic, huh? Dude’s full of sunshine.” He paused as Hotch watched him through narrowed eyes. “Second place south of the Dollar General, you can’t miss it, it’s a shithole.”

“Thanks, JJ,” Agent Hotcher said, and the two men left, closing and locking the door behind them again.

Sighing, he kicked his feet up onto the chair that Agent Rossi had vacated, rubbing at his temple. He had barely eaten since John B left, and barely slept. His high had worn off, leaving him tired and with a subtle yet persistent headache.

“I want this fuckin’ thing to be over,” he muttered to himself.

A voice made him open his eyes and walk over to the window. Ward Cameron was walking through the main space of the station, his large strides quickly covering ground, followed by two officers. He was yelling at Jennifer, the agent hardly flinching as he berated her. The glass muffled his voice, but JJ could tell he was pulling either the wealth card or the my-daughter-ran-away-from-home card on her.

“Hey Ward!” JJ yelled, pounding his palm against the glass. “Ward!”

The man’s head eventually turned to see JJ, and seconds later, he was at the pane of glass, yelling at him.

“You’re a fucking murderer, Ward!” JJ yelled, ignoring the words Ward was throwing at him. Your friend could have killed my daughter. You ruined her life. You ruined my life. You’re a liar. JJ countered with words of his own. “You killed Big John! You killed those men! You tried to kill my best friend! Your son killed Peterkin! You don’t care about your family, Ward!”

The last sentence made him snap. Jennifer and two officers were trying to restrain Ward, but he shoved them off, picking up and chair and throwing it at the window.

Luckily, the window was made for scenarios like this. Ward couldn’t touch JJ, and both of them knew it. They kept yelling until they finally cuffed Ward, leading him out of view, JJ’s face still pressed against the window, his body shaking with rage.

He flinched as the door opened, and Agent Reid came in, standing in the doorway sheepishly.

“What do you want?” JJ muttered, plopping back down in the chair he had been sitting in before.

The agent shrugged. “Just thought you might want to talk, is all. Nothing you’ll say leaves this room.”

JJ regarded him through squinted eyes, his arms crossed across his chest. “Why do you think I need a therapy session?”

Reid shrugged again. “Thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask. You’ve been through a lot recently. I can tell there’s more going on than what you told us.”

He sighed. “Everything just went to shit so quick. My best friend was framed for murder, he left, and now my dad wants to kill me the first chance he gets. And once they get the Camerons I’ll be expected to resume life as normal.” He threw up his hands for effect. “Life was never normal, life was never good. It’s fucked, man.”

JJ sat with Reid for another hour or two. The small talk had eventually drifted into an awkward silence, broken by more yelling.

“I didn’t do it!” JJ heard from outside the office. He could recognize Rafe’s voice anywhere, and it filled him with rage.

Reid had forgotten to lock the door. In one fluid motion, JJ was on his feet, throwing the door open, running and tackling Rafe, knocking him from the agent’s grasps. Grabbing his shoulders and throwing him against the ground, JJ collapsed to his knees, one on either side of Rafe.

He was helpless with his hands cuffed, and Agent Morgan pulled JJ off Rafe, restraining him. “Easy, big guy,” Morgan said cooly. “We’ve made the arrests, JJ, your friend’s name is cleared. You can get out of here.”

“What?” JJ asked stupidly, looking to a woman he had not yet met. She had long, straight black hair.

“You’re free to leave. Your story matches up with what Lana Grubbs told us, and we were able to recover a gun from the Cameron residence that matched the type used in the murder of Sheriff Peterkin.”

At that, she followed the others, leaving JJ standing in the middle of the police station. He could hear muffled shouts of Rafe, which dissipated after a door slammed.

It was over. JJ almost didn’t know what to do, so he just left.

A body collided with his, then another. He struggled at first, but recognized the arms wrapped around him, and melted into Pope and Kiara’s embraces.

“They made the arrests,” JJ found himself saying. “JB’s gonna be okay.”

tagging @jellyfishbeansontoast @pixelated-pogues @kookkyra @poguesoftheobx @shawnssongs @stargazingstarkey @letsgofullkook @jjmaybcnks @ims0golden @jjsmentalpolaroids @queenk00k @sortagaysortahigh @thegreatestofheck

#outer banks #criminal minds #jj maybank #marie writes

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gummybearzgocrazyagain · 4 years

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MALEC FIC REC POST, vol.3

vol. 1

vol.2

Media AU

Society Rules by @Tiger_Tiger_Burning_Bright [it is apparently based on films i’ve never heard of - The Philadelphia Story / High Society - which does not make it any less entertaining. malec are childhood friends, who had a falling out 5 years ago, and now Magnus is back from London to interrupt Lightwood wedding, aka the social event of the season]

Making my way to you by @asharee_arie [woah, what was that??? is the correct answer “a perfect fanfic”?? what a muthafuckin delight, where has this gem been hiding this whole time??? i was on the floor, rolling around and squealing like a newborn piglet. Intended as some kind of Office AU, this piece does not necessarily follow the outline, but who cares, when the story, and characters, and author’s style are all that perf??? i am in luv]

Mistletoe and Margaritas by @nevermetawolf [this is legendary, and i mean, muthafuckin epic - Office AU so authentic you’d feel it in yo old bones... author calls it a crack fic, although it was anything but!!! major must read for those, who’s ever loved office, allllllll the kudos]

Once Upon a Time in the Clouds by @Fatale (femme) [one of my all-time fav authors, every time i come by a piece i have not read yet, is like a huge YAY, what a talent. so this piece is an AU of something called “sky high”, which i have no idea about, but luved it nevertheless, Alec is born to a family of Supers, and is going to school for children with superpowers, but he himself is yet to manifest any.]

Quite Magical by @lorenzobane [Hogwarts AU, and what an adorable thing it was! granted, i’ve never actually read any of HP books, this was such a delight though... alec is bad at potions, and magnus has to tutor him *wink*]

Chef AU

the way to a chef’s heart by @lecrit [okay, the GIANT SMILE one’s face acquires when one finds out there is a new lecrit fic ≧◠‿◠≦ ≧◠‿◠≦ ≧◠‿◠≦ was reading it, and legitimately squealing like a feral piglet all the way through, cause i fucking luv every single word this woman writes, is like a tiny endorphin explosions in my brain. i know am a hopeless fangirl, but i’ll die on this hill. the way she gets malec, and every variation of them in her works just makes me go (❁´◡`❁) every. single. time.]

kids in the kitchen by @perpetual_journey [cuteness personified, malec are both chefs, and magnus is a single father of max and rafe, and go and read ittttttttt, its that soft content we all need in our lives sometimes]

Knives at the Ready by @harrysglasses [restaurant AU, that is supposed to be a malec rendition of Burnt (am guessing it’s a movie...?), and what a sweet treat it was! i liked author’s style, this is the kind of smooth, unproblematic content one would require to take repose from all the heart-clenching longing i’ve been reading lately... delightful piece to ease thy soul]

Single Parent AU

I Knew From the First Time by @KlaineJane [emmm, excuse you, dear author, who gave you the right to use Rafe and Max to get to my heart, and be generally so fucking cute??? Alec is a single dad of both rascals, that has a meeting with the High Warlock of Brooklyn, and Chairman meets new friends]

And Then I Met You by @everydayfandom [malec are single parents of max and rafe respectively, and alec gets called in to school about the accident max was involved in...who doesn’t luv them some gud ol’ sweet piece of kidfic? those are like a soothing baths for your soul, and lightwood-bane kids are incapable of being anything less than extremely adorable in any interpretation, so]

College AU

Don’t say goodnight by @alistoney [this the kinda lighthearted content i am always here for - College AU]

One year and a bottle of whiskey by @CryptidBane [yassssss, yet another version of the College AU, but with malec as both clueless and pining professors, this type of fic i can read endlessly]

All is Fair in Love and War by @LadyOxymoron [aaaaaaaa, what was this adorableness *major heart-eyes* what a piece, mashallah, college professors AU, where magnus is new in town, and malec is engaging in an elaborate prank war, which, undoubtedly, is nothing more than a prolonged foreplay (c), what a gem]

Canon Divergence

oh, i’ve waited for you by @manticoremoons [so, the fic is happening a little bit further in a timeline, than the books or the series, and Alec is around 30, and... married to Lydia. i know, i know, it almost stopped me from proceeding, and boi am i glad it hasn’t completely, cause it is a damn good piece!]

Hey There Demons, It’s Me (Your Dream Boyfriend) by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [how many recs of this author can i make, without being deemed obsessed? cause y’all should go and read every single thing they wrote, stat. this adorableness is outta this world, literally - magnus’ summoning went sideways, and the loft ends up populated with the teenage ghost-demon, who is very clearly enamored with alexander... all kinds of fluff ensue]

Something Else verse by @CryptidBane (Impetus) [maybe it’s my fever talking, but i am such a sucker for memory loss AUs, and SH fandom has the richest canon base for those, yay! this time, it’s an AU verse after 3x10: rather than asking for his magic, Asmodeus curses magnus by taking away memories from everyone who’s ever loved him, in exchange for freeing jace from lilith’s thrall... oh, what a beautiful and delicious angst ensues]

Home by @otppurefuckingmagic [waaaaaaaaat... *sits with her mouth open* how did you....? how did he...? damnnnnnnnnn you authors in this fandom, stop being so talented!!!! this is uncannily brilliant]

I’ll hold on until you’re home by @alistoney [how dare you sir, right in the feels... the missing scene in the midst of 3x18/3x19, when magnus realizes what his idiot of a boyfriend has done, and confronts him about the Asmodeus deal]

First time for everything by @nebulein [“Nowhere in a Shadowhunters’ job description does it read ‘must look adorable while infatuated with the local High Warlock’.” - series of firsts written with such tenderness and adoration for characters, that it warms your heart while reading, - it shows how much the author cares for them. it is not finished, but whatever has already been written, is gold]

Fake dating AU

The Great Repression by @CryptidBane (Impetus) [although it might not be exactly my regular cup of tea, i still appreciate this author’s style so damn much, and the way they do malec dynamic overall, so it’s here. magnus is a camboy, and alec is hired to protect him from a stalker]

Friends to lovers

Family is Family by @hexicity [my brains are fried by the covid, so any coherent rec would be unlikely right about now, but the softness of this <333 alec sees an ad about a free room, and when he moves in, he finds way more, than he bargained for... gave me a bit of a “happy, shiny people everywhere” vibe, and that’s an automatic rec in my books, so]

Spinning Around In Circles by @lemonoclefox [my fav friends to lovers/mutual pining trope, here you are, and what a pretty pretty wrapper are you wearing - absolutely amazing interpretation of a trope, that seems to has been done to death, and yet here i am, never able to get enough of it <3]

If it walks like a duck by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [this. i was reading this. and after every single word. all i wanted to do was get down on one knee and propose to this person. i dunno who the hell you is, but.... how did you do this? it was... another level of fanfiction.]

Neighbors AU

Meow 17:1 Love Thy Neighbor by @high-warlock-of-brooklyn [again, not a fan of drabbles, but who could resist such softness??? Neighbors AU, where Chairman takes some lessons he learnt from “Parent trap” to heart, and alec is a stumbling mess, but he gets shit done, kudossssssss]

Various AU mix

Solid courage by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [how goddamn CUTE was dat???? answer - the cutest. mashallah people in this fandom can write]

Paper Love by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [it would not be an exaggeration to admit i thoroughly fell in love with this author’s style, i mean, all and every version of their malec is all kinds of awesome. this one is no exception - catarina works in the library, and malec have to take madzie out to a coffee shop, cause their obnoxious flirting is too loud for the quaint environment of catarina’s workplace.... it’s tiny and so so sooooooo sweet]

make no bones by @ohfreckle [yaaaaaaaaay, what a cutie, tiny preciousness about magnus having an awful day and taking it out on a no-good useless building super, simply delightful]

Freud is a Dick by @sanctuary_for_all [Alec works in IT firm, and accidentally sends someone else’s dick pick to his boss, whom he has a crush on... do i need to say more]

shadows in moonlight by @kaeg [damnnnnnn, son, that was a ride!! something exquisitely soulful, tender and so, so poetic... young malec meet in summer vacation home, and it will take your breath away in the best way possible... warning, it is unfinished, but whatever was written, is absolute preciousness]

For the Love of the Game by @TicklemyPickle [Hockey AU, where malec were childhood friends, but had a falling out, and were not in touch for the last 7 years, until magnus gets traded in to alec’s team... i was somewhat unsure about reccing this, as some of the choices author made regarding their dynamic did not exactly resonate with me, but decided to go on, because, god as my witness, one thing this world definitely needs more of - is malec Hockey AUs, word upppp]

Love Is A Gamble by @la-muerta [i myself do not completely understand, why has it taken me so long to get to the “The importance of elsewhere” author’s most famous piece, but i finally have, it was amazeballs, like, the world-building...? off the charts. the language, the moral struggle, what a gem. alec is a grumpy and surely sheriff *duh!!!* of a tiny town, and magnus strolls in being all... well, magnus-y, and opens a gambling house, the potential!!! anyway, i highly doubt this piece needs recs, so imma zip it]

@ohprongs [this author has too many tiny pieces i like to name them individually, but as far as reccing goes, they should def be mentioned here for their effortless, seamless style, and clear love for the characters in all interpretations, that simply shines through all and any AUs they choose to put malec in]

special mention:

@theleftboobgrabber [i wasn’t aware that at this stage it was still possible to come by someone like this. the author, who’s style would impress me so. that unbelievably glorious Mafia AU, absolutely delightful and literally perfect My mama don’t like you series, and something that went straight to my top-5 - MI6 AU ohhhhh, that MI6 AU... i have no coherent words to express the depths of my appreciation, this is unbelievable fucking talent for writing malec]

#malec #malec fic rec #malec fic #shadowhunters fic rec #shadowhunters

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everybodyscupoftea · 3 years

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just some fic writing housekeeping!!!

college/frat jj

college rafe

college issac

tags you can search: pike!jj sigmachi!jj frat!jj college jj ole miss rafe college rafe college issac

more fandom writing: @brokenlikea-stitch

hockey rpf

teen wolf

hsmtmts

mcyt

and here

#pike!jj #sigma chi!jj #frat!jj #college jj #ole miss rafe #college rafe #college isaac #my other writing

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ignorantarmiesclashbynight · 6 years

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TELL ME WHAT TO WRITE NEXT

I have FOUR (eek!) ongoing Uncharted works-in-progress and my brain is scrambled. Here’s what I got - choose your fave and make me do it:

1. Loyalty, Divided - angsty backstory/in between the main story fic from Sully’s POV about his relationship with his wayward boiiiis. Up to Chapter 11 and about to head into pre-uc1 canon with his time in Scotland with Rafe, the comics, The Golden Abyss, his falling out with Eddy and the lead-up to meeting Elena...

2. A Normal Life - bunch of one shots/drabbles about Sam’s life after uc4. TOTALLY open to requests. Mostly fluffy. Minor angst. (Currently features Cassie, kittens, all-you-can-eat restaurants, and Sam as a domestic goddess.) Kinda wanna tackle the whole ‘missing-15-years-of-pop-culture’ thing and/or some darker shit about the inevitable PTSD he’d have after so long in prison...

3. The Investigation - series of mostly fluffy (slightly angsty) episodes in which Cassie cross-questions everyone after finding out the truth about her parents’ adventures. Only 1 chapter in so far but Sully, Sam and Nadine are next on her list of interrogations...

4. Babysitting Cassie - another series around Cassie, with each of the gang taking a turn. So far we’ve had Sam, Nate & Elena, Nadine, and Chloe. Sully HAS to be next, and already I have a plan for ol’ grandpa S - I just need to write it...

Requests? Suggestions? A kick up the arse? I need ‘em all.

#uncharted fanfiction #uncharted #uncharted: a thief's end #nathan drake #elena fisher #samuel drake #victor sullivan #chloe frazer #nadine ross #chlodine #cassie drake #uncharted 4 #uncharted fanfic #fanfiction

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p4nkow · 4 years

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After school tutoring

Hey-ho! I don't really know if I can say that I'm back with writing but yeah, I wrote something

I’ve watched OBX as soon as it came out but I’ve struggled with coming up with an innovative idea (so you can easily imagine how excited I was when this one surprisingly popped up in my mind)

Summary: JJ really needs a tutor not to fail his French class, but he doesn’t seem to excited about the idea. Especially when the Tutor he’s been assigned to is a Kook he grew up with, who seems to be friends with the Rafe and the rest of the Scooby Gang. Y’know, the usual with some good ol’ angst and fluff

So, of course, it’s a JJ x reader

Warnings: nothing much, really. Rafe’s a bit of a jerk, but not as much as in the show (I have a soft spot for him). Oh and also some violence (but blink and you’ll miss it, I swear)

hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think :)

gif not mine so credit to the owner

Your father always told you that you were one of the nicest and most patient little girls that he had ever known. Ever since you were a child, you’ve always been such a Florence Nightingale. You’d always help Mrs. Goode cross the street on her way back home — especially when Rafe and his bloody motorcycle where nearby — or you’d always take care of some abandoned kittens until you could find them a proper and loving home.

Yeah, you were that kind of nice. You were Jamie Sullivan kind-of-nice, straight out of A walk to remember but without your Landon Carter.

No matter how many times your own actions backfired at you, you never regretted them. Not even when Kielce tried to embarrass you in front of everyone at Midsummers, after you trying to hide the fact that he was stoned from his parents. Or when the Pogues kept throwing daggers at you for just being a Kook. Well, half Kook. You were as Kook as Kiara.

Nevertheless, you never regretted anything— until now.

What the hell were you thinking when you volunteered for the after-school program? No, after-school was not the real problem. The real matter was who had been assigned to you.

JJ Maybank.

It wasn’t like you couldn’t stand his sight or anything. No, nothing like that. He just didn’t seem to know you existed. Which was odd, considered that he did nothing but pick up a fight with your best friend every three or four minutes.

Maybe he simply ignored you because you were a Kook. Well, half Kook.

And as he waited for his tutor – for you. As he waited for you, sitting on one of the farthest desks in the classroom, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. Both his elbows were on the desk, a grin lit up his face as he texted someone.

Man, this was going to be fun.

A few steps and you were right next to him. The grip on the books you were holding against your chest was so tight that you couldn’t even feel your fingers anymore. There was no reason for you to be that nervous, yet you had to take a deep breath before speaking to him.

“Hey.” As simple as that. It came out more as a squeak than as a word, but whatever.

His blue eyes moved from the screen to you. He held your gaze for a few moments, before letting his eyes slide all over your body.

“Hey”, he replied. His tone was amused as his grin grew wider. His phone was now locked but he didn’t put it away.

His curious gaze followed your movements as you took a seat in front of him, placing your books on the empty space between the two of you. “Looks like I’m stuck with you.”

“Is that a problem?” The smile on his face told you that he wasn’t taking it seriously. He leaned back, bringing both his hands behind his neck as he gave you a careless look.

All you could do was shrug. “I hope not.”

A loud ding interrupted him from whatever he was about to say, as the screen of his phone lit up. His blue eyes, which seemed so amused and interested in you, quickly moved to it. JJ remained silent for a few seconds, his attention now elsewhere.

Trying to camouflage your annoyance caused by his behavior, you said “I spoke to Mrs. Roux. She told me to focus on the basics first, then we can move to the more advanced notions.”

JJ cleared his voice, leaning again towards you. His face was just a few inches away from yours and you took the chance to give a better look at his eyes – even though they seemed carefree and young, deep down you knew they were troubled. Rumors traveled faster than the wind there at the island.

“Look”, he started. “As much as I appreciate your good will, I have no intention of following a single thing you say. I’m only here to score some points with Mrs. Roux so that I don’t fail French.”

His honesty was appreciated. You couldn’t say you were surprised, though. Everybody knew that JJ cared so little of his grades. Not because he couldn’t do better, but because for whatever reason he didn’t want to.

“Then you’ll have to change your tutor”, you replied with a shrug.

After all, you had volunteered to after-school for a reason.

Your words must’ve caught him off guard. His brows narrowed and he slightly tilted his head. “Why’s that?”

“Because I’m here to help. And obviously you don’t want to be helped.”

The rays coming through the window at your left made his blonde eyes look even lighter, giving him an angelic look. If it wasn’t for the devilish grin printed on his face.

“You could score some points, too. And without any effort”, he proposed, a corner of his lips raised in an amused smile.

His words made you giggle, so you slightly shook your head. “That’s not how it works, JJ.”

“Do you know me?” Why did he seem so surprised by that? First, even though you were now in the mainland, you both lived in the island. Back there, everyone knew everyone. So of course you knew who JJ Maybank was.

The real question was, “Do you know me?”

“I know you hang out with the Scooby Gang. That’s enough for me.” He clenched his jaw and for the first time since you had taken your seat in front of him, he looked away from you.

You narrowed your brows, throwing him a confused look. “With who?”

JJ gave you a look that said ‘You already know who I’m talking about’. But to make it sure you’d understood, he said “Y’know, Rafe and the rest of the gang.

“They’re my friends.” Of course you knew that there was some bad blood between JJ’s friends and the now so-called Scooby Gang. Since the very first moment, though, you dissociated yourself from that situation. Mainly because you were friends with both Sarah – who was now hanging with the Pogues – and Rafe.

JJ pressed his lips together in a thin line. “You’ve found yourself some terrible friends, I’m afraid.”

His words hurt you. How dared he?

“You don’t really know them. Neither of you have really tried to know each other, so what do you know? I’m more than capable to pick my own friends, thank you.”

And his words made him smile. Was he making fun of you? His smile grew wider as he stared at you. “I knew you had claws hidden somewhere, kitten.”

“Kitten?”

“You’re bringing out the claws like a kitty.”

“Oh please”, you scoffed, looking away from his intense stare. “Don’t try to buy me by using your pickup lines.”

JJ laughed. It was probably the first time you ever heard him laugh — like, a real laugh — and the reactions it aroused in your stomach caught you off guard.

“I’m not trying to hit on you, Kitten. Trust me. At least not for now.” He winked at you and you could do nothing but give him an eye roll.

“Shut up.”

JJ remained silent for a while, the ghost of a smile still on his face. His gaze fell to his hands, now joined on the desk. Before speaking again, he gave you a mischievous look from under his lashes. “So you really wanna help me, huh?”

“You just said you don’t want my help.”

“That was before knowing the Kitten in you. It might actually be fun.”

You sighed deeply and shook your head. “JJ, you’re gonna fail French. You need me.”

“I don’t really care about failing French, but I’ll think about it.” His phone rang again, and you couldn’t stop yourself from eye-rolling. He gave you a quick look before lowering his gaze to the screen, pressing his lips together in a thin line.

The atmosphere had just changed, and you could feel it. The tension was tangible.

JJ swallowed hard and lowered his gaze. Then he loudly pulled away his chair, meeting your gaze again only once having stood up in front of you. “Gotta go now. Don’t bail on me, Kitten.”

He had to go. He had been there for fifteen minutes only!

While throwing him a confused glance, you replied “You don’t bail on me. You’re the one who needs help.”

His lips curved again as a reaction to your words and he held your gaze for a couple of more seconds before starting to walk away.

“JJ?” You hadn’t really meant to say it out loud, but when he turned towards you there was no going back. “We grew up together. You just never noticed I existed.”

And with his brows narrowed in an expression you couldn’t quite decipher, JJ walked away.

—

It was a Saturday just like any other, before Rafe started to persuade you to go with him at a kegger some guy was having down at the Boneyard.

“We won’t be long, right?” Yes, he got the best of you. As you sighed, you turned your head towards the window. From where his Jeep was parked, you could see the crowd already gathered around an improvised bonfire.

“Promise.” Rafe nodded as to confirm his words. “As soon as you wanna get out of here, you come tell me.”

The light of the streetlamps gave you the chance to give him a better look – the white shirt he was wearing highlighted his blue eyes, which were now giving you a hopeful look. “Fine”, you gave up. “Please behave.”

The innocent look he gave you made you giggle, so you threw him a condescending look before stepping out of the car.

You landed on the sand with a little jump, and the night breeze immediately caressed your bare legs. The choice of wearing a skirt was turning out to be a terrible decision.

Rafe made sure you were following him as he started to walk towards the heart of the party. “Are the guys already here?”

“They should be”, he murmured while giving a look around him. Kelce and Topper were nowhere to be found yet. “Let me call them.”

He lowered his gaze as he dialed Topper’s number and you took the chance to give a proper look at the situation around you. Many of your classmates were there, half of them already with a drink in their hands. There were many groups scattered around the beach and the air was filled with laughter – apparently everyone was in a good mood.

One of the first thing you noticed, though, was the equal presence of both Kooks and Pogues. Both factions were there, and for the first-time things seemed to be quiet. No daggers being throwed, no threats murmured. The atmosphere seemed to be peaceful, and you found yourself praying that it’d continue that way.

With the phone still pressed against his ear and his bottom lip between his teeth, Rafe met your gaze for a few instants before trying again to spot his friends. He nodded at someone every now and then because, after all, everyone knew Rafe. Everyone wanted to be his friend.

Everyone but the Pogues.

That’s when you noticed him.

Near one of the bungalows that was now being used as a drinks-refill, there was JJ. One of his hands was raised to hold a cup against his lips, while the other was hidden in the pocket of his short cargo pants.

Despite the darkness of the night, you could see the intensity of his blue eyes from where you were standing. His blonde locks were hidden under a red hat that he was wearing backwards.

Sarah was there with him, alongside with the rest of his friends and a couple of strangers. Female strangers. Some Tourons that he’d hit on, probably. The thought made your stomach twirl for various reasons that you weren’t ready to explore yet, so you looked away before he could notice your staring.

“There you are!” Topper’s arm surrounded your shoulders, bringing back to reality. The smile you gave him was spontaneous and warm.

Rafe sighed as he put away his phone. “You could answer my calls sometimes, asshole.”

“Actually”, Topper said, pointing his finger at Rafe’s chest “I’m pretty sure I lost my phone.”

The way he started to stagger next to you made you ask in an amused but worried tone “Are you drunk?”

Kelce giggled and nodded after meeting Topper’s eyes. “No, we aren’t. Do you want something to drink, Y/N?”

Before you could even give him an answer, you were interrupted by a new voice. “Hey Rafe.” A petite blonde was now standing in front of Rafe. His smile grew wider as he looked down at her and you knew that you’d lost his company even before he could reply.

She handed him a drink and Rafe gave you a quick look with the corner of his eyes. A smirk was all you gave him, and he took it as a good sign. “Hey, doll.”

Lame.

The two of them started to chat and Topper and Kelce were caught in the most intense, drunken conversation, so when you said “I’m gonna grab a drink”, you weren’t even sure who you were talking to.

On your way to the bungalow, you made sure to take the long way, trying to avoid JJ’s group. There wasn’t a particular reason for you not wanting to see him – or was there? All you knew was that he made you incredibly nervous, and you didn’t like that feeling. And sure as hell you didn’t like the way you felt when you saw him with those Tourons.

Stop it, Y/N.

Inside the bungalow there were a few people refilling their cups. After a few “Hey” and “How’s it going?” you finally made your way to the counter. It was hard to tell what those drinks were made of, so you opted for a simple beer.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” You were so lost in your thoughts that the cup almost slid off your fingers as JJ’s voice made you jump.

“Jesus!”

JJ laughed. “I know I’m awesome, but it’s just me.” He leaned on the counter next to you, crossing his arms on his chest as he gave you a mischievous smile.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

His blue eyes slowly slid all over your body, down to your bare legs. He clenched his jaw and you found yourself thinking that maybe, after all, wearing a skirt hadn’t been that terrible. The intensity of his stare pushed you to look away from him, so you took a sip of your drink while trying to slow down your heart rate.

“Are you having fun?” His voice was low and deep, almost as deep as the stare he was giving you.

“I just got here”, you shrugged.

He slowly nodded, looking away for a couple of seconds before turning again towards you. “You were with Rafe.”

He noticed? If it wasn’t for his tone — which made you groan — you’d have felt flattered by the fact that he had noticed. “Let’s not go there again, JJ. He’s my friend.”

“Your friend”, he repeated.

What was his problem?

“Yes”, you articulated.

You exhaled sharply and looked away. You were trying so hard not to get mad at him because of his attitude that you didn’t even notice he’d moved.

JJ was now standing right in front of you. His body was just a few inches away from yours and you fought against your first instinct to back up.

His blue eyes scanned your face, but not in a judgmental way. Maybe it was the first time that JJ really saw you. “You look good tonight, Kitten.”

“Stop calling me that”, you said instead of thanking him. His compliment made you blush.

His lips curved into a grin — it was so typical of him that you were starting to hate it. “You see”, he started. “You said something a few days ago.”

“Hm?” Your brows were raised in a confused look.

“I remember your orange beanie.”

Wait, what?

“What?”

His grin grew even wider at your confusion. “You loved it so much that the teacher had to tell your mother. You just wouldn't take it off. You’ve always been headstrong.”

It was true. When you were eight-ish, you owned an orange beanie. It was a gift from your aunt, and you grew so fond of it that you wouldn’t take it off. Not even in class. The teacher scolded you so many times — which, for an eight-year-old like you was the end of the world — that she even had to bring in your parents.

JJ remembered.

The last time you saw him you told him that he never noticed you existed, but he did.

He took another step towards you. “And when you were twelve, you fell off a tree. You told your mom that you were trying to grab a balloon or something, but I saw you. I was working in a house nearby and I know you were trying to save a kitten.”

You remained silent because you were literally speechless.

He took another step forward. You were so close to him that you could feel the warmth of his body. That’s when the people surrounding you started to blur, becoming meaningless to you. There was just him.

The intensity of his blue eyes stopped you from moving. You froze still as he gently cupped your cheek, sending chills down your spine. What the hell was going on?

“And I sure remember the look in your eyes at homecoming. I stayed late that night to give a hand cleaning up and make some money. You came with Topper, but you left alone. At some point he stood you up for Sarah. Even though he'd just he'd just bailed on you, when you asked Kelce a ride home you made up some lame excuse to cover him. And I kept asking myself why the hell you were always so nice to everyone.” His voice was nothing but a whisper. Both his hands were now placed on the counter, trapping you between his arms.

“JJ—”, you started but you weren't even sure what to say.

He'd noticed everything. He'd noticed you.

Instead of replying with words, you leaned towards him. You were now so close that your lips brushed his. It was a gentle touch, almost shy. Closing your eyes, you stood on your tips while placing your hands on his chest. You could feel his muscles from under the grey shirt he was wearing, and your skin burned where his hand was placed, right on your hip.

Just when your mind was starting to go wild and JJ was starting to deepen the kiss — after being taken aback by your initiative —, you were interrupted by a voice calling his name.

Really? Oh c’mon. JJ groaned and closed his eyes for a couple of seconds before turning towards the door.

“JJ?” Kie was standing right out of the bungalow, her brows narrowed in a worried look.

He took a step back from you and turned towards her, slowly letting you go. You already missed the warmth of his hand against your skin. But Kie being there, interrupting like that, could only mean one thing.

Her gaze fell on you for a couple of seconds, looking at you with nothing but disdain, before looking back at the blonde in front of you. “It’s John B. John B and Rafe.”

That's all she said, but you knew that it meant trouble.

The two of you started to move at the same moment, both drawn to where Kie was heading to. Rafe was in trouble and you knew JJ was as worried as you for his friend.

Why things had to be so difficult between them?

“What’s going on?”, you asked loud enough for Sarah to hear.

The worry in her face made you nervous, but your attention quickly shifted to where Rafe and John B were having a row. Topper was now pulling Rafe back, trying to get him off John B.

You shouted his name, but you knew he wouldn't hear you. The atmosphere was becoming loud and messy, and you were worried sick about your friend.

“Rafe, stop!”

As soon as Topper managed to pull him away, you placed yourself between the two of them. “C’mon man”, Topper kept murmuring as he pushed him away from the Pogues.

But Rafe was fuming. He had a split lip, and he was short of breath. A small crowd had gathered around the fight. People were moving around you, but all you could think of was trying to calm Rafe down. Hoping it'd help somehow, you placed a hand on his chest and murmured his name.

"You stay the hell away!”, he shouted at John B, who was now trying to stand up. Held by JJ on one side and Pope on the other, he did nothing but throw daggers at Rafe. He didn’t even reply. His bruises didn’t seem serious though, which was relief.

Your eyes fell to JJ for a couple of seconds, following his movements as he murmured something to John B, but you quickly looked away.

“Rafe, please.” Maybe because of your quiet tone, maybe because of the worry in it, he finally looked down at you. “That’s enough.”

And those words meant more than it looked like. No matter how hard you tried not to mind the distinction between the two factions in the island – the idea wouldn’t leave Rafe’s mind. The same Rafe that was now looking at you with nothing but anger, disappointment and regret in his blue eyes.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Topper interrupted your staring contest. He patted on his shoulder and nodded towards the parking lots.

As the two of them started to make their way through the crowd, you turned towards JJ.

He was standing right in front of John B, murmuring something while looking at him straight in the eye. The hat he was wearing was long forgotten in the sand and the sea breeze pushed his blonde locks on his face. He didn’t seem to care, though.

Pope noticed you first. A nod was all he gave you before elbowing JJ. When he turned towards you, the look on his face was a lot different than the one you were getting used to. He was angry – jaw clenched, lips pressed and all. He had every right to be.

“What?” The sharpness of his tone almost made you step back.

You cleared your voice before asking, alluding to John B “Is he okay?”

He didn’t even look at him. Hell, he wasn’t even looking at you. The JJ standing right in front of you wasn’t the one you knew. And you didn’t like this new version of him.

“He’s fine.” That’s all he said.

His gaze was now fixed in the sea – he was looking at the waves violently hitting the bank without really seeing them.

You felt Kie’s eyes on you, as well as Pope’s. They were following your conversation with curiosity, trying to understand what the hell was going on between the two of you. After all they weren’t used to see JJ having a full conversation with a Kook. You kinda felt in the spotlight and you hated it.

“Is there something I can do?”, you asked as you tried to keep your voice down. Your words were meant to him and him only.

That’s when JJ finally looked at you, his blue eyes fixed on yours. He clenched his jaw once again and then said “Leave.”

The reaction to those words was immediate – you took a step back, almost as if he’d hurt you physically. And you hated the way your voice sounded squeaky when you asked “What?”

There were lots of emotions going through his eyes, but for the first time ever since you’d known him, you had no idea what the hell was JJ thinking.

“Just leave, Y/N.” He sighed and swore under his breath, lowering his gaze. Why was he acting like that?

As he started to turn his back to you, leaving you there on the spot, you asked “But I’ll see you on Monday, right?”

He shook his head even before turning again towards you. “This was a mistake.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” At this point you didn’t even care about the people surrounding you. Most of them had returned to mind their own business, but not the Pogues.

“If you really wanna do something about it, keep your fuckin’ pet away from me – away from us.” Even though he had every right to be pissed at Rafe, you didn’t like his tone nor the way he was referring to him. “He’s nothing but trouble and so are you. He’s got you wrapped around his finger and you’re so naïve that you don’t even notice it!”

“What the hell are you –”, you tried to intervene, but he immediately cut you off.

“I don’t need your help. No, I don’t want your help. You’re a Kook, Y/N – God, I’m not that desperate.”

You didn’t even try to reply to that. He didn’t deserve another minute of your attention, nor the things that you were starting to feel for him. So you took another step back, physically unable to look away from him eyes. How could he be so mean?

JJ knew he had fuck up. He regretted those words the moment they left his mouth. Damn, he regretted hurting you. The look on your face said it all, and he hated himself for it. After all, you had nothing to do with Rafe’s behavior. He was an asshole – a real asshole – and you were too good for him.

And JJ knew sure as hell that you were too good for him, too.

You almost sighed in relief when you heard Kelce’s voice asking you “Y/N, you coming?” He was waiting just a few feet away from you.

JJ tried to take a step towards you, but his legs wouldn’t move. He had screwed it up and he knew it.

When you felt tears watering your eyes, you bit your lower lip till you felt a metallic taste in your mouth. You had no intention of crying in front of him – or his friends, for what matters.

The last look you gave him was full of hurt, regret and disappointment and you found yourself hoping that JJ would remember that look for the rest of his life.

You finally turned your back to him, approaching Kelce with a terrible burden on your heart. There had been moments when you really thought that the stupid distinction between the two factions wouldn’t matter to him. That the distinction between the Cut and Figure Eight wouldn’t influence your friendships.

But you were terribly wrong.

—

The first thing you did on Monday, was changing your schedule for the afterschool program. In that way, not only you weren’t assigned to JJ, but you wouldn’t even see him around during the afternoon. The plan was of avoiding him as much as you could. Well, that wasn’t much of a problem, considered that he despised you and everything.

The week went by kinda smoothly – no JJ in sight, no troubles, no Rafe. You were trying to blow off some stream, and that plan included avoiding both. Even when Sarah called you or stopped by, she cautiously avoided those subjects.

JJ had tried to reach you once. He’d stopped by your house and found your sister, instead. He never showed up again.

Rafe was a whole another story. He hadn’t stopped calling you or texting you since that night at the kegger. Even though you were still pissed at him, you couldn’t help but forgive him. Kinda. As you already said, you were a Florence Nightingale. That huge part of you just couldn’t let go the idea of talking some sense to him.

—

The next Friday Sarah had a terrible, terrible idea.

The Pogues were planning to spend the whole day in the HMS Pogue – a hurricane was expected the following week and they wanted to enjoy those last quiet days. So of course, when Sarah asked you to come along, your answer had been a firm no.

The reason was obvious. JJ would’ve been there, and you were more than determined to avoid him all costs.

“It could be fun! Y’know, you could even try to swim this time.”

“I definitely won’t”, you articulated, not being able to repress a chuckle at her hopeful expression.

When she joined her hands in front of her face and leaned towards you, looking at you with her giant dark brown eyes, you slightly shook your head. “Not gonna happen.”

“Please?”, she whispered.

You gave her a quick look from under your lashes, bringing a scoop of ice cream to your lips. Trying to stall, you made sure to finish the entire spoon before shrugging. “Will you keep him away from me?

“Of course!” Her excitement was so contagious that you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Not gonna happen’, huh?

Later that day, when you were waiting for the rest of the group to come, you were already starting to regret to regret your decision.

“Stop being so nervous”, Sarah murmured, giving you a look with the corner of her eyes.

You narrowed your brows. “I’m not.”

“Your leg is bouncing”, she pointed out and you eye rolled.

Before you could think of a comeback, Kie’s voice was barely audible above the boat noise. “Well, if you hadn’t stopped to buy all those snacks, we wouldn’t have been late!”

“Technically, we’re not late. You’re only used to be early”, Pope then her an amused look, throwing a Cheeto to his mouth.

They were both standing at the front of her boat, the girl’s hand raised to cover her eyes from the sun.

Behind them, maneuvering the boat, there were both JJ and John B. The latter quickly started to disappear to you as you focused on the blonde — he wasn’t wearing a shirt, which was nothing new to you, and his blonde locks were pulled back by a blue bandana. You were mesmerized by that sight — so much that you were almost drooling.

Sarah elbowed you and you cleared your voice, strengthening the grip on your bag as you looked away from him. After all, you still hadn’t forgiven and forgotten all the mean things that he had told you.

JJ saw you even before you could notice him standing next to John B. No one had told him that you’d have come along, but he now wished someone had. He was totally taken aback, mesmerized by your sight. The way the sun was making your hair shine or the way you’d wiggle your nose when talking to Sarah — that shit was driving him crazy.

“You okay?”, Sarah asked to make sure. Carefully avoiding looking at him, you nodded and gave her a fake smile.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

When the boat was close enough for you to hop in, John B didn’t waste any time and quickly approached Sarah. He was firmly holding her hand and said “Come on up.” You felt the urge to look away, almost as if you were witnessing something of extremely private.

When it was your turn to get on the boat, you handed your bag to Pope, who’d kindly offered to help you. Right before you could place your foot on the top of the boat, JJ hurried to get next to you. He offered you a hand and you looked at it, dumbfounded, for a couple of seconds.

Then you pushed it away and murmured “I can make it.”

And you did — even at the cost of breaking your own neck. You got on the boat with a little jump, and you gave Pope a little smile of victory, completely ignoring the blonde standing behind you.

You didn’t even had the courage to look at him in the eyes.

Just when you were about to get away from him and approach Sarah, JJ said “Y/N.”

Your body tensed up and you froze still.

“Y/N, please”. Your eyes shut once again at the sound of his pleading voice.

“Leave me alone, JJ.” And, surprisingly, for the next hour he did.

Contrary to what you thought at first, you were having a good time. Despite the fact that Kie was still throwing daggers at you, trying to read and understand you, the rest of the group was being extremely friendly and funny.

JJ had even stopped trying to talk to you, which was a relief. What he hadn’t stop doing, however, was throwing you looks with the corner of his eyes. He was always looking at you, especially when he thought you weren’t looking.

That until Pope proposed “You guys in for a swim?”

“Hell yeah”, Kie immediately stood up. “This sun is literally killing me.”

It didn’t take long for the rest of the crew to join them and, after some chats and laughter here and there, everyone jumped in the water. Everyone except JJ.

Before joining them John B turned to you and asked, “You coming?”

“Nah, I think I’ll pass”, you replied, giving him a smile. And with that he disappeared, joining his friends in the water.

JJ was sitting not far away from you, his legs dangling out of the boat. There was a weird silence between the two of you, and the tension was almost touchable. You hated that situation.

“Why didn’t you go swimming?”, he suddenly asked you, turning his head towards you.

There was no way you could get out of this, so you’d better have it done with it. When you slowly turned towards him, facing him, your heart skipped a beat. His eyes were a lot different than the last time you saw him and the hurt in them almost made you break.

“Why didn’t you?”, you retorted and he ironically snorted. Then you closed your eyes, trying to calm your nerves. You turned completely towards him, crossing your legs while doing so. “I don’t know how to swim”, you explained in a low voice.

Why the hell were you justifying yourself with him?

He seemed genuinely surprised. His brows narrowed and he placed the beer he was drinking right next to him. “What? You never tried or—”

“No, I’m — I have thalassophobia.”

His brows narrowed even further. “Not following you.”

“It means that I’m scared of open water” you patiently explained, and he remained quiet.

Until he got up and walked towards you, sitting right in front of you.

“What— what are you doing?” You weren’t sure you were able to control your emotions around him. After all, being around him was enough, considered what he’d told you.

“Y/N”, he started, taking a deep breath and lowering his gaze for a couple of seconds before looking back at you. “I’m sorry. I said a lot of things that night and I regret every word I said.”

JJ was apologizing, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t still hurt by the way he treated you.

He frowned when he noticed that you had no intention to reply. “You heard me?”

The guys were shouting and laughing while splashing each other, so you quickly looked away from them and met JJ’s eyes.

“I did”, you immediately said, quickly nodding at his question. “I also heard you when you said you weren’t that desperate to accept a Kook’s help. My help.”

He sighed deeply and shook his head, lot of emotions going through his eyes “A lot of things happened that night. And Rafe’s always in my way, always trying to mess with me, and that night was just the tip of the iceberg.”

The sea breeze pushed some locks of your hair right in front of your face, so when JJ raised a hand to pull them behind your ear, you didn’t move a muscle to stop him.

“This isn’t even about Rafe anymore, JJ. This is about you not accepting the fact that I’m a Kook!” Once again, as it usually happened in his presence, you temper was showing up.

“It isn’t about Rafe, huh?”, he snapped back. “So how come he’s always in the way when it comes to you?”

“Because he’s my friend! I know it’s hard to understand, I know it’s not easy for you, but I care about him. I know he can be mean; I know he’s an asshole most of the times, but I know him better, JJ.”

He scoffed, as if you were saying something that it was unthinkable for him. “Can’t fuckin’ believe it.”

“And if you can’t get over the fact that I’m his friend, that I’m a Kook, then we really shouldn’t see each other anymore. You were right.” You let out a defeated sight and you stood up, trying to walk away and ditch him there, when he immediately stood too. He gently grabbed your arm, meeting your eyes.

“Wait, Y/N. Listen, I don’t care, okay?” When did he get so close to you? You were so involved in your conversation that you hadn’t noticed how close his body was. “I said some mean shit that night, but I didn’t mean any of it. I don’t care if you’re from the Cut or from Figure Eight, Y/N. You could be from Narnia, for what matters, and I’d still like you.”

Wait what?

“You what?” The shock in your voice was evident.

It looked like JJ wanted to say something, so he parted his lips, but he immediately closed them back. Then he took a deep breath and slowly nodded. “Yes, I like you, Y/N. I like how you’re not afraid to step up and speak your mind. I like how kind you are, to everyone – no matter what. And sure as hell I like the way you make me want to be a better person.”

The burden you felt in your heart was slowly dissolving at his words — did he feel that way all this time?

He cupped your cheeks with his warm hands, and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. To be completely honest, it scared you like hell the way you felt safe in his arms. When you leaned towards his hand, you reopened your eyes only to see him slightly smile.

“Good thing is, I don’t dislike you, either”, you teased him. He chuckled, slightly shaking his head, and once again you leaned towards him and placed your lips on his.

JJ didn’t waste any time. He placed one hand in the back of your neck in the attempt of pulling you closer to him, as he kissed you back. He immediately deepened the kiss, kissing you as if he was afraid of losing you.

Both your hands slid between his blonde locks, and at that gentle touch a deep groan came up from his throat.

Just when you were starting to be short of breath, you heard a loud voice saying “It’s about fuckin’ time!”

When you — reluctantly — pulled away from him and looked towards your friends, John B had a huge smile on his face as he looked at the two of you. Sarah cupped her hand around her mouth and let out a little “Woo-hoo”, and even Kie seemed sort of relieved that you two finally sorted your problems out.

JJ didn’t let go of you, his arm was still surrounding your waist as he kept you close to him. He paid little attention to his friends, moving his lips to your cheek up till the spot under your ear. You closed your eyes, smiling at the sweetness of his kisses, as he murmured in your ear “I was really hoping to make you mine, Kitten.”

—

“Je.”

JJ raised his brows. “Je.”

“M’appelle”, you articulated.

The blonde sitting in front of you looked down at the book. “M’appelle”, he repeated.

“JJ.”

He looked up to meet your eyes. “That’s easy. JJ.”

“Now repeat it.” You bit your lip as you tried to repress a little laugh.

JJ leaned towards you, placing both his elbows on the desk as he brought his face closer to yours. “You’re kinda hot when you’re bossy.”

“JJ”, you said in a warning tone.

“Y’know”, he started, and the grin on his face didn’t promise nothing good. “It could be useful. You could talk dirty to me in French.”

You kicked him from under the table, giving a quick look in the room around you to make sure that no one heard. “Stop it”, you hissed, making him chuckle.

“You’re blushing.”

“I should never have accepted tutoring you.” Of course you were lying.

And JJ knew it. “Liar.”

“J, will you focus? Please?”

“Can I have a kiss every time I get it right?”

“Shut up and pay attention to me.” Tutoring JJ turned out to be harder than expected. Especially when he took every chance he had to make you blush or tease you.

JJ cleared his voice and faked a salute “Yes ma’am.”

Oh man, this was gonna be a long, long semester.

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