#i also got into a fight with the golf and boat clubs

[rafesgoldrings]

Oh girl my request rn is more poly rafe kelce and topper! Whether it be fluff or some spicy spicy smut. Like their day to day life or how they take turns taking her out on dates and then all come back and treat her good 🥵

They’re backkkk🤭 I honestly missed them sm and had so much fun writing for them. I hope you guys enjoy it🫶🏻

Warnings: not proof read, light degradation, Rafe calls reader a pretty bitch one time, reader is called a slut like twice

So your day to day life is actually fairly normal, there’s still lots of flirting and subtle touches but for the most part you guys just hang out. You’ll go shopping or go with them to the gym, go out on the boat before grabbing dinner, hang out and watch a movie or attempt to play video games with them (which always ends in a (“Oh my god Y/N just put the controller down and come sit”), nothing too crazy. But the dates? The dates are a complete different story.

They have a schedule, it was the only way to ensure that each of them were getting equal alone time with you to avoid jealousy and fights. It usually stayed pretty consistent but did change occasionally if one of your boys has a special request or something happened. Monday is Toppers day, Wednesday is Kelces, and Friday is Rafes, the ones between that were ones for you to have the day to yourself or for you all to hang out as a group.

Topper usually kept it pretty casual, sweet, but casual with something like a picnic or lunch at the country club. Beach dates were your favorite, just enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore while you rested in the others arms, the soft breeze caressing your skin. He also liked to go shopping for things, clothes, jewelry, books, art supplies, whatever you had an interest in that day, he obviously would pay for it all. Even telling you not to bring any money because ‘pretty girls don’t pay for themselves’. Boat dates are another common thing for the two of you, he’d bring your favorite blanket and sweater of his with him for when you inevitably got cold once the sun started to set. He’d of course go somewhere secluded so he could pull your bikini off and fuck you while the sun hit you, the possibility of getting caught make it so much hotter than normal.

Kelce was more of the sporty/stay in date type. He loved to take you golfing, even if all you did was look pretty and tease him by bending over in the short little skirt he bought you, and then treat you to a nice candlelit dinner. Almost always preferred it near the water too, said it was more romantic when your skin was illuminated by the soft flame and it was just the two of you and the soft waves. But on days he didn’t feel like going out, he’d set up a blanket fort in the living room stocked with ALL of your favorite snacks and drinks. He’d put the little fairy lights inside of it like the one he remembered you showing him a while ago, put an air mattress inside with tons of pillows and soft blankets, light up your favorite scented candle, make sure it was as romantic and cozy as possible. He’d put on some of your favorite movies or attempt to teach you to play the games he liked, but it almost always ended with your clothes scattered on the floor. Waking up the next morning with your limbs intertwined and bare skin sticking to each other from the small layer of sweat that formed.

Rafe, as we all expected, is the fancy one. He’s buying you dresses to match his suit, diamond earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, shoes, just making sure you’re taken care of before the date even happens. He’d take you to the nicest restaurants, go on shopping sprees where you picked out whatever you wanted (yes that includes any lingerie shops you stumble across), go out on the yacht and stop at the local yacht club for dinner, even fly you out in the private jet somewhere for the day. He had the money and he would happily spend it all on you if it made you happy. He rarely ever stayed in on his nights unless you asked, if he did there wasn’t much going on other than him making it his goal to fuck you on every surface in the house. He was always horny around you, you were just so pretty and got his cock hard immediately. Half the time he couldn’t even wait until you were home before he was pulling his range rover to he side of the road and fucking you in the backseat, or over the hood of it, or making you ride him in the drivers sit so your tits were bouncing in his face.

They all took care of you in their own way, sexually and non sexually, but together? Together the pleasure tripled, every inch of your skin being touched, your brain completely shut off from their hands on you and their cocks burying themselves in your pretty holes. Rafe usually teasing you for it with a little degrading comment like ‘pretty bitch can’t even concentrate on anything but being a slut’. Top usually went for a mix of the two, he was usually the one teasing you while also encouraging you to keep going ‘Such a desperate slut for us huh baby? But you’re doing so good, so pretty too, just a little more pretty girl’. Kelce was almost always the one giving you praise unless he was pissed or felt like he had something to prove, ‘God princess, so pretty. This pussy is so pretty too, doing so so good. I know it hurts but you can do it, you’re made for us so I know you can baby. That’s it, good girl baby’.

The mix of praise and degradation from each one making your head spin and bringing you closer to your orgasm until you snapped, making a giant mess all over whoever was inside you at the time. Nipples being pulled and pinched and sucked, clit being spit on and rubbed until you were crying out that it was too much, each one taking a turn tasting you and trying to push their cum inside you deeper than the last. It was like their version of a group date, who could make you feel the best, who could cum the most, who made you cum the most. It was your thing and none of you would change that, you were theirs and they were yours.

Either way, you’d never go a day without being taken care of and spoiled. Even without the physical contact your phone would be blowing up with texts from each of them. Complements, pet names, voice messages, pictures, anything you could think of they were doing to ensure you were thinking about them always and knew they were thinking about you. Honestly convinced they have a separate group chat just to gush about you outside of the normal one where they try to one up each other

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x female reader #kelce obx #topper thornton #poly!kooks x kook!reader #topper thornton imagine #topper thornton x reader #topper thornton smut #kelce outer banks #kelce x reader #kelce imagine #kelce smith #obx imagine #obx smut

[pluckysidekick]

We’re heading into the home stretch! Good news - we’re getting a 20 second trailer for the finale! Thank you to the CW18 Milwaukee for promoting Nancy Drew while corporate was busy cancelling failed imports and promoting golf.

Now, I know some folks have been spoiled *ahem* by the leaked transcript for 412. I have not and will not be partaking - I like my spoilers vague, and I prefer to watch the episode in whole with actors and sets and special effects and music and all the things. But I did spend some time this weekend thinking about what would happen next - and debating it with @likestosolvethepuzzle (whose latest fic you must read), who encouraged me to post this analysis that I primarily wrote over weekend before the transcript leaked.

So read on if you’re interested in my unspoiled take (well except for the usual BTS photos I’ve hoarded from filming, the trailers, and hints on social media from the fine professionals who made the show).

Rewinding back to Episode 8, Nancy sends Ace on his way with the curse jar to go fishing with his father. He complains, but she tells him to go make “messy” memories with Thom (clearly she’s thinking of how she wished she could have more with Kate). Thom apologizes that the captain canceled, Ace drops the jar which lights up and sets off a little wave, and they get wet but no other harm is done. Ace calls Nancy from the Marina - note the establishing shot is Horseshoe Bay, not the Yacht Club or the Claw, so he’s sitting in the parking lot of a different marina, presumably where the fishing boat is docked.

Ace and Nancy have their phone call, and we now know Nancy goes to erase a sin 26 minutes later. The only think she knows is that she saw flames before Ryan rescued her from Jonas Glass, but she believes she and Ace were responsible for Jane Doe’s death.

A few other tidbits that could be clues or red herrings - when Jane Doe was found charred beyond recognition, it was noted that it was in the woods near the coastline. When the ghost tells Ace that she stayed because he said he didn’t want to leave her, she then says no one had ever talked to her or about her that way before. The ghost is also insistent that no one ask her how she died.

OK. A few weird things. The captain canceling but Ace and Thom still going ahead is weird. Why would the captain allow it? Who’s piloting that sort of large-ish boat? And why did the jar make any kind of blip at all, and yet the wave was small enough they only got wet?

We have BTS of what appears to be Thom in the water:

And we had a video from applebanannapear (Ace’s stand-in) of a marina/boat yard with Florence parked nearby, and he’s standing next to someone who looks like she could be Nancy’s stand-in:

These to me look like scenes of the forgotten events of that night, erased by the Sin Eater.

So what I think could have gone down (speculation ahead):

What if the captain of the fishing boat didn’t cancel and was on the boat with Ace and Thom? And Jane Doe could be the captain? She could be lonely and even flirted with Ace, who we know is also lonely - they may even have a moment.

When Ace drops the curse jar, it actually flames up and breaks, and causes a much bigger commotion - maybe even a whirlpool not unlike the ghost’s whirlwind from 411. Then the boat catches on fire. They all jump or are thrown into the water. Ace is able to fish Thom out, but the captain is lost - she gets caught in the flames before drowning.

Ace and Thom eventually make it back to shore. Ace calls Nancy in a panic. She comes immediately. They fight, but Nancy insists on going to the Black Door. Ace may have dropped the curse jar, but Nancy gave it to him and pushed him to go fishing with his dad. The death was accidental but Ace feels guilty - he’s completely torn up with grief. This is the person who would rather die than let Nancy give Daniel West the list.

Thom’s part - I am less certain (and of course all of this is speculation). He’s a semi-retired cop, so he’d want to call it in. Ace would probably be charged with setting the boat on fire - he did drop the jar that caused the boat to catch on fire. Thom might have even fought with him about the jar when he finds out what Ace is doing, causing it to break.

Nancy takes matters into her own hands and goes to the Black Door - she loves Ace, and feels responsible- she won’t let him suffer. She’s miserable, doing something she never thought she’d do - but she does it for Ace. They may even have an angry almost love confession - but it falls short of triggering the curse, because the Sin Eater only erases the memories of everyone involved. It doesn’t negate the sin itself, and Ace is still alive.

And why is the ghost drawn to Ace? They actually made a connection before she died, and her charred body washed up on shore near the woods. He may have made her feel safe on that boat before the accident. He may have “caught” the curse (as many have theorized), and that’s why he can hear and see and even touch her. And her claim of her hair wrapping around her mouth, feeling cold, and the sky disappearing are consistent with burning and then drowning. And she doesn’t want Ace or Nancy to ask her how she died because it’s too painful, and perhaps because she doesn’t want Ace to suffer with the knowledge.

I believe the Drew Crew will find out what really happened in this episode - Henry Zaga posted photos and reels from Capilano Lake. I believe this is the reservoir location, and they are able to use the poisoned water to help Nancy remember the sin and reverse the memory wipe.

Speaking of Henry, Tristan is certainly back in this episode. He posted from the woods and a few locations. I was leaning toward this being him as well in director Kristin Lehman’s monitor - although it could also be Ace.

So we know from the two stills we got for this episode that we’ll see Ace and Nancy together plenty. But boy Ace does not look happy - he doesn’t want to give up his ghost I suspect. I know we all expect them to break the curse, but from Ace’s POV he and Nancy are separated forever. Cannot wait to see it all unfold (pain and all). Celine, the writer of this episode, reminded us that there will be heartbreak and there will be truth. She also shared a devastating playlist I’ve had on repeat - “Bigger Than the Whole Sky” is killing me. As much as we all want Nace together and loving, I’m expecting a journey through fire here (literally) before we get our HEA next week (cause we will).

I’m super intrigued by how Nancy and Tristan will interact - are they still romantically inclined? Or was Tristan almost biting her as the Sin Eater a mood killer? And what did Nashua mean about them walking the path many times before? Reincarnation seems to be a theme this season. @flythesail and @reviewdiaries have written excellent analyses about what it could mean.

We’ll also get a Spring Festival on the beach (which they filmed in the snow), and the return of Red and Birdie (according to IMDB). I don’t have room to post it, but one of our favorite crew members Sangalicious had an IG story at the time that referred to the festival. Geraldine Chu also posted from the snowy location - looking forward to Birdie and Jesse together again. The beach they filmed at is the same one from the bucket ceremony - is there a supernatural confrontation, or perhaps something between the believers and non-believers of the supernatural?

From the trailer, we see Nancy waking up (perhaps with her memories returning?), and the Crew recoiling in horror in the Yacht Club basement:

We also glimpsed who most of us think is Tristan confronting the figurehead of the Endeavor in the same location (yes I analyzed Henry and Alex’s cheekbones):

Are Tristan and the figurehead connected - and is Nancy too (read @flythesail’s analysis for more on that)?

Finally, I’ve been debating if the Claw baby shower Riley shared a glimpse of is actually in this episode and not the finale as we see George and Nick in the wardrobe from this (412) episode’s stills. Jen Vestuto said it’s not what we think it is - of course we all assume it’s Carson and Jean’s baby since her awkward confession. Could it be Ryan and Red’s instead? Or did she mean it wasn’t for a Nace baby? Is there something timey whimey going on since not that much time has elapsed (or has it?) and it really is in the finale? Is Jean’s unborn child a potential next Sin Eater (yikes!)? We’ll find out soon! See you on the other side.

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #nace #ace [redacted] #nancy drew season 4 #nancy drew spoilers #author: pluckysidekick

[kyleloyd]

Kyle Loyd's Manifesto

Manifesto Kyle Loyd If you're on time, you're late; if you are 15 minutes early, you're on time. After reading my blog posts this semester, I related everything to My family; being a Great Husband, Father, Son, Brother, and Uncle is part of my identity. Fishing and Hunting are also things I relate to and are a big part of my identity. Growing up, I fished almost every weekend with my dad, I loved it, and I can't wait for the countless fishing days I look forward to having with my family. I even fish tournaments with my wife as my fishing partner. Being a good cop is also part of my identity; Work is a massive part of your life; most of the time, you spend more time at work than you get to spend with your family. The past few months put this in an excellent perspective for me. I told you about a bad call I was on a couple of months ago where I almost didn't come home to my family. That call rocked me to my core; I work to make my community a better place, a safe place for my children to grow up in. It's hard to be a cop in 2023; our government has trained people who were terrible, and we aren't people with families as well. No one hates a lousy cop more than a good cop, but the good cops get punished for a few bad ones. The fact that I almost got killed because a gang member jumped out of a car on a traffic stop and ran and tried to shoot me rocks my world in the day and age I have to raise my children. People are not holding people accountable anymore. It's a terrifying world today. That's why my life revolves around my family; this has been a tough semester for me; my father had a massive heart attack we almost lost him; Im so thankful to have him here with us today; he is my hero. I would be okay with being just half the man he is. His family comes first; he works hard to provide everything for his wife, kids, and grandchildren. Hes so inspiring; I'm so blessed to have the dad. I do know a lot of people who don't have great dads. I got the greatest one, and I strive to be the same for my children. Being a patriot is also part of my identity; my parents are enormous patriots and raised us to be the same; we live in the best country in the world, the land of the free and home of the brave; 15 years ago, my dad wanted to come up with a way to give back to our active military, there are so many programs for veterans, but what about our active military that is away from their families fighting for our freedom? as I have told you earlier Fishing is a part of the man I am today, My dad decided let's take some troops fishing, It started 15 years ago at the Goodland boat ramp we took ten soldiers fishing and had some hot dogs and hamburgers in the boat ramp, fast forward to 2023 we Take 200 troops Fishing, we bring them to Naples put them up at the Naples grande from Thursday - Sunday, Thursday we have a captain meeting where all the captains inshore and off shore get to meet the troops they are taking, go over the rules and how the tournament goes, Friday is a free day for them we have sponsors the pay for them to golf or captains will take them to prefish or to the beach, or they can just. Hang at the Naples grade by the pool or the beach—Saturday, the big day, the best day. We get up at 3 am and head to the hamilton harbor yaught Club. The troops are bused over from the grand with the CCSo motorcade, dropped at the boat barn, and walk through while we all clap and greet them and get on to their captain's boats, they have a shotgun start at first light, and we GO FISHING! We have a live weigh-in with a crowd in the boat barn. After the weigh-in, it is off to shower, change and head to the big ballroom at the grade for awards and dinner. This is all fundraised, but the board of Naples takes soldier fishing all year from a bass tournament for first responders, bowling night, a golf tournament, and generous donations from all our sponsors like Yeti and pro bass shops is one of my favorite weekends. Of the year, and I'm so blessed to be a part of it and proud of what my mom and dad created.

[badly-drawn-kuroko]

its important to me that you all know i got an in game miku body pillow out of this interaction i havent figured out how to utilize it in game play but i HAVE IT 

#kate plays dnd #Takao Kazunari #our dms actually sent me an image for the pillow too #i also got into a fight with the golf and boat clubs #with nijimura on my side #we now have matching boat shirts #they say i like big boats and i cannot lie

[hopeshoodie]

What are your favorite moments of the game? (Any season)

Oh boy what an amazing question.

S1

I love the whole Cherrygate situation so much. I love how we got to see how each islander reacted, I love that MC had the choice to blame Cherry or Levi/Mason or Erikah. That whole conflict felt so customizable and genuinely dramatic to play. It was like the perfect amount of MC getting attention/being in the middle of things 

I really like a lot of the scenes 1:1 with Erikah because she feels the most realistic of a person out of the whole cast. I really really like watching her be possessive over Rohan because she MIGHT have a crush on him, then dropping him for Reese, then realizing she might actually not like Reese that much either. And I like that MC can choose to be a confidant or an adversary in those realizations. 

Jake’s scolding Levi/Mason after Cherrygate and Jake’s confessing his feelings for MC. I’m soft for Jakey boy. 

Every scene that Sammi’s in!!! I love that girl!!!

S2

Early EARLY game if you’re closest to Lottie, she comes out to the daybeds and tells you about her pet tarantula. That’s the ONLY scene I actually like Lottie as a person in, but it was a really intimate and sweet scene

Chatting with Hope on the terrace after she and Noah fought, her talking about her commitment issues (painfully relatable and so well written) really made me fall in love with her as a character. And honestly the next scene with Noah is a favorite too, but only if my MC stays platonic and encourages him to figure out what he wants. If MC kisses him, that scene gives me the ick.

The cake making challenge was really fun mechanically and felt like the most ‘video game’ part of the whole story. I HATE the ‘eat the whole cake’ scene directly after it, though. 

Coming back from CA, when Shannon corners MC in the kitchen and is like “listen kid, I like you, here’s what happened-���. I envision MC was just eating cereal or something and was wholly unprepared for that conversation. But also I just really like Shannon as a character and this is one of the few scenes we get to interact with her 1:1

Rahim's romance scenes but especially the ones in the bedroom where he swings MC around like a golf club then giggles about it because he's just so tender and genuine when he’s in love

The baby challenge when Noah puts down the baby and says it's just a doll and Hope's feelings are more important than a game. Singlehandedly my favorite moment in the entire game, all seasons. That’s just... Such a powerful thing to do and it fits both of their personalities so well. I just love them both so much and I love watching them destroy each other emotionally. 

Hope's letter in the wedding episode. Like. Holy shit. I would’ve loved to see her in person, but singlehandedly that short little letter inspired SO much headcanon-ing and love for her in me. 

S3

Tai. Tai Tai Tai Tai Tai. His scene prior to the waterfall, where he says he came for MC and her beautiful voice? Fucking swoon

The scene where your best friend tells you that your LI might not be being faithful PRIOR to Rafi/Lily coming in. It's the first and only hint of drama and I was so intrigued by the implications. Like are they trying to sabotage the only other strong couple in the game, is MC’s LI cheating on her, is there a rumor? Maybe that shows you how drama starved I was during this season but what’s going ON

The date with Lily. Of all the S3 characters I like her and Tai the best. 

That's it. S3 sucks lmfao.

And for the bonus content~

Boat Party

The initial fight with our LI. It changes with each character and I feel like they're realistic and well done (save for a couple like Harry and Rafi's). I actually replayed to see all the fights and I just think the amount of detail and realism put in was super interesting 

The scene with the boys inviting MC onto their podcast, it's just fun

Elladine confiding in MC about her family

On like day 5 or 6, when MC and her LI reconcile. Up until this point, I was enjoying Boat Party on the same level that I enjoyed S2. I loved how the conflict felt real and tension had been building, the reconciliation felt earned, and this moment felt like the turning point in the story. And then.... They immediately backslide the next episode. And from that point on I really didn’t like Boat Party- they forced us to have a secondary LI, the conflict between MC and her LI didn’t feel as grounded, and the conflict with Miki came out of nowhere and lasted for all of two lines... But the episodes before that point were really good, imo

CMM

Priya and Lucas arguing in-character. It had the right amount of bite to it where you questioned how much real emotion was going into the back and forth, but generally I just thought that was fun

I liked when Chelsea was avoiding telling MC she was dating Rocco and he lied to cover it up, then she confessed. It seemed right for both of their characters, Chelsea trying to chase the feeling of being in the villa by seeking out someone who was there before her and Rocco lowkey enjoying being pursued by someone who’s just /fun/.

LOVED that Noah/Bobby/Marisol will break up with you if you cheat. I love it. Angst angst angst yum yum yum

Matchmaker

I’ll group all of Matchmaker together because I don’t think I could pick out a favorite moment in each individual story if I wanted to. Like Beanie Quinn and Seduction Games are TRASH and most of LA Noir and the main LITG games are boring. And also a lot of the art choices are problematic- making Genevieve skinny, not giving POC customization options, revising sprites in a way that lightens and erases their ethnic features....

I did really like how S1 LITG was rewritten to treat Erikah better. They kept her insecurity, jealous, and unfair expectations for MC. But through all that, you can still be friends with her. Jen masterminds Cherrygate, and Erikah’s biggest problem is just not being considerate of others.

LA Noir is probably my favorite story of the bunch. It feels a lot more dynamic, the writing is more ~quirky~ where it feels like the writers are aware of the audience they’re writing for (there’s a point where one of the options is ‘bandage up my hand tenderly, as a treat’). The characters are a bit more fleshed out and Valerie is incredible. Does she convincingly look 50? ABSOLUTELY NOT. But you get a real sense of pain through her actions and especially her dialouge towards the end. I loved being able to make a Male MC or female MC, and Elena is one of the few ‘mobster’ archetype characters that I’ve actually found attractive. 

#final trash dump #fyi i tossed this in the drafts wayyyy before the Fusebox nonsense so this is in no way endorsing matchmaker or encouraging you to play it #almost all of the content on it is trite uncomfortable or frustrating #litg

[fivelakesinwriting]

Out of Character (Rafe Cameron) Part 6

Warnings: Threats of violence and actual violence, angst/ drama, mentions of drug use, swearing

Authors Note: I'm not finished with Rafe/ Gemma the beginning yet so you all get this little slice first. This hurt to write in some parts, but it will come around.

Please let me know what you think of this chapter if you have a spare moment. I hope you all love it xoxo

***

JJ Maybank climbed the lattice that covered the side of the Mercer home towards her bedroom room. He never went through the front. He worried one day his grooves in the old wood would snap beneath his weight, but that was a problem for Future JJ to worry about.

Gemma was the only person JJ could think to call after everyone had ganged up on him at The Chateau, despite them not having spoke for months. Sure, he flirted with her at the country club, or waved at her at a party. But he had not spoken to Gemma, really spoken to her, for eight months.

Her bedroom window was open like it usually was for him. JJ easily climbed through the open pane and into Gemma's bedroom. He would never admit it out loud, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw her there within arm's reach.

"Hey, babe."

"JJ! Are you okay?" Gemma got up from her bed where she had been reading and ran over to him. She grabbed him by his shoulders to pull him down for a tight hug.

They broke apart and JJ gave her a small smile. He walked around her room, taking in the familiar surroundings again.

"I'm alright. Wanted to see how you were holding up. I'm really sorry about that night, Gem. If I scared you or anything." JJ stated as he cleared his throat. Vulnerable wasn't a natural state for him.

"I mean, you did. You all did. But thank you for that." Gemma nodded as she sat back on the edge of her bed.

JJ slowly, almost with caution made way to sit beside her on the bed. He did not touch her once he sat down. He knew if he started, he couldn't stop. He also knew Rafe Cameron would actually kill him this time.

"Can I ask you something" JJ asked as he leaned back on his hands.

"Sure."

"What happened with you and Topper?"

"Why does it matter?" Gemma scoffed as she stood up and walked to her closet. She moved clothes quickly along the rack as a distraction from his question.

"Because people are talking, Gemma. And I..Why him and not me?" JJ asked sternly as he got up from the bed, gently grabbed her left wrist to turn her towards him.

"JJ, you need to leave." Gemma whispered, her fingertips against his chest to push him away.

"Tell me. What happened? Or what is happening? Please, let me help you." JJ pleaded as he placed his hands on her hips.

"Rafe is coming over from Barry's soon, so you shouldn't be here." Gemma sniffled as she avoided his gaze.

JJ dropped his hands from her hips, took one last look around her room, then made his way to the window once more. Just as he swung a leg out the window to find his grooves in the lattice he saw the familiar Jeep roll up.

"Looks like Prince Charming is here." JJ muttered as he tossed his other leg out the window and lowered himself down.

"JJ, I'm sorry." Gemma replied as she watched him exit the window. Below her room, beneath the lattice on the grass she could hear Rafe yell, "MAYBANK, I FUCKING SEE YOU!"

Gemma cursed to herself as she ran from her window to open her bedroom door. Before she could make her way through the open doorway her father, an intimidating 6'1 stood in front of her.

"Gemma," Anthony Mercer stated with a warning tone in his voice. His reading glasses at the tip of his nose as he stared down at his only child.

"Dad, I was.."

"Why is my bosses son outside chasing the Maybank boy with my good hammer?" Anthony Mercer grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'll bring Rafe inside." Gemma whispered as she looked down at her feet.

"Good. And keep him away from that Maybank boy until after Midsummer. After that they can kill each other for all I care." Anthony replied before he turned on his heel and walked towards his office.

Gemma whispered out a "shit" before she ran from her bedroom and out the front door. Rafe and JJ stood in the driveway arguing. Rafe clutched Anthony Mercer's hammer in his right hand as he stood nose to nose with JJ.

"Rafe!" Gemma yelled from the covered porch, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Dirty Pogue." Rafe spat as he turned away from JJ then tossed the hammer in the grass. He walked towards Gemma with a scour.

"The filthiest!" JJ yelled as he backed off the property with a cocky grin.

Rafe walked up on the porch with Gemma, his hands shoved into his pockets as he glared at her through his dark sunglasses.

"Why the fuck was he here?" Rafe asked.

"Rafe.."

"Don't fucking lie to me, Gemma. I thought we were passed this." Rafe growled as he pointed a shaky finger toward the spot JJ once stood.

"Nothing happened!"

"Then why was he climbing out of your window like he was casing the fucking place?" Rafe sneered as he leaned closer to his girlfriend.

"Because he's my friend, and my dad freaks him out. So he doesn't like to use the front door." Gemma replied, exhausted with the conversation.

"I don't ever want to see that fucking Pogue here again. And he isn't your friend, Gemma." Rafe spat before he walked into the Mercer's house.

...

The next day at the country club Rafe played golf with Kelce and Topper, and attempted to mend bridges with Topper. Rafe figured it was better Topper was with him than against him.

"So you think she's fucking Maybank?" Kelce asked as he watched Topper tee off.

"Don't choke, Thornton." Rafe grumbled as he watched Topper miss the ball and create a divot in the grass.

Topper cleared his throat then swung again. He and Rafe didn't talk about what happened that night with Gemma. They only did a line together, Rafe vowing he would break Topper's legs if it happened again. Topper knew it was probably true. Rafe Cameron could be extremely volatile, and had friends in low places.

"No. I don't think she's fucking that Pogue. But I do think he still go this dirty hands where they don't belong."

"Speaking of Pogues.." Kelce muttered as he hit Rafe's arm then pointed to the walkway a couple of feet away from them.

Pope Heyward walked by his lonesome, a case of beer in his hand. Rafe chuckled under his breath before he walked off the golf green and towards Pope.

"Hey, Pogue. " Rafe sneered as he walked up to the smaller young adult and back him against a concrete wall.

"No. Listen, I have to bring these in. Rafe, please."

"Tell you what. You give me...Half of these, and tell your fucking friend Maybank to keep away from my girlfriend." Rafe smirked as he slowly opened the box of Coors with his nine iron.

"Okay. Okay. I will talk to JJ and tell him to stay away from Gemma. I didn't even know they he was talking to Gemma again. But I cannot give you these beers. " Pope rambled, his eyes darted from each Kook to the next.

Rafe placed his hand flat on the bottom of the case of beer before he easily tipped it out of Pope's hands, without the change to register the butt of Rafe's nine iron jabbed into Pope's solar plexus, effectively knocking him to his knees.

"Then you can't have these beers either." Rafe muttered as he sat on his heels heels next to Pope as he gasped for breath.

"Why? Pope gasped as he clutched his stomach. It ached. He had never been in a real fight before. Only rough housing between friends.

"Stay off fucking Figure Eight. And tell your dirty fucking Pogue friend to stay away from my girl. That's why. Clean this shit up." Rafe spat as he stood back up, tightened his golf glove then brushed by his friends to get to the golf green.

Gemma would kill him if she knew what he did to one of her friends, but he had to assert his dominance on the island as Kook King.

**

"Hi, Pope! Gemma smiled as he walked by her quickly, his head hung low. He didn't acknowledge her, in fact, he almost walked right into her.

"Pope! Are you okay?"

He spun on his heel and turned to face her, his eyes ablaze. He may have been the smallest of his friend group, but he still towered over the Mercer girl.

"You know what? Fuck you, Gemma. This is all your fault. Don't come around us anymore. And stay away from The Cut. You don't belong there. " Pope sneered with a pointed finger before he stomped out of the building towards the docks.

Pope ignored the guilty feeling he had immediately in his gut after he yelled at Gemma. He had always liked her, but he knew she was trouble for the Pogues. It was best she stayed around Figure Eight, and away from JJ.

Pope spat his blood on the pristine walkway of the country club as he crossed to the docks. He hoped it stained. He started the boat and waited for JJ.

"Dude! You are never gonna guess what just happened to me! I love grocery runs." JJ yelled as he ran up the docks and onto the boat.

Pope wordlessly released the boat, then started off towards home. He kept his eyes trained foward with a scowl.

"What's up? Wait..what fucking happened to you?" JJ asked as he pulled the brim of his friend's hat up to see his battered face.

"Got jumped. Rafe Cameron and his goons on the course. He said to stay off Figure Eight, and that you should stay away from his girlfriend." Pope grumbled as he pulled away from JJ.

"That motherfucker. Was Gemma there?" JJ growled as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I didn't see Gemma." Pope lied as he set his jaw.

"It's fine. Listen. This is fucking war now. They hit us, we hit them back. Let's go. I have an idea." JJ mumbled as he grabbed his cigarettes from his back pocket.

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[avnkin]

The Bet

Chapter 3 - Broken

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse & mentions of underage drinking

Word count: 2k (kinda short but I needed to get this chapter out for the rest of the story to make sense)

Summary: John B bets JJ that he can’t get kook princess Y/N Y/L/N to fall in love with him and not one to turn down a challenge JJ takes the bet unaware of the repercussions it would have.

(A/N): I just wanna say that i’m not in any way trying to romanticize the horrible things JJ goes through with his dad so if it comes of that way i’m really sorry it’s not intent, i’m just trying to build the relationship with JJ and the reader❤️ and i wanna thank y’all for your continuing support, i love you so much <33

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There had been a kegger down at the beach that night but you’d somehow managed to convince Sarah that you’d be fine staying at home, not feeling like partying or getting drunk, being more than content with your chocolate and Disney movies.

Your eyes were slowly starting to flutter shut as you felt yourself beginning to fall asleep with Toy Story playing quietly in the background but a sudden knock on your window woke you up almost immediately. 

“What the hell” you muttered eyes snapping open and diverting to the window, you’d watched your fair share of horror movies and this felt like a scene straight out of one.

Carefully you lifted the white sheets that covered your body off of you and swung your legs over the edge of the bed, shivering as your feet met the cold ground. Carefully you made your way towards the window, your brows pulling in once you saw none other than your boyfriend huddled over there.

You thought he’d most likely be blackout drunk by now partying with John B and the rest of the gang but instead, he was here, his head hanging low as he waited for you to open the window, something was definitely wrong.

Worry consumed you as you rushed towards him, quickly pushing the window open allowing the blonde boy to crawl in. His head hung low as he climbed over your windowsill, once he made it through you quickly shut the window behind him and turned to face him but you were horrified at the sight before you, his entire face was covered in bruises, scrapes, and dried up blood.

You gasped your hands covering your mouth, “what happened” you finally managed to choke out, your eyes frantically scanning his body searching for any more damage, but thankfully you couldn't see any.

He didn’t answer, simply walking over to your bed plopping down on the edge of it. You slowly made your way towards him, kneeling down before him your fingers went up to his face carefully gliding over his usually smooth sun-kissed skin that was now bumpy and uneven.

“JJ what happened,” you asked once again, your voice soft. 

His eyes refused to meet yours staying glued on the floor below “it’s nothing Y/N” he muttered it was barely audible, his voice was hoarse and lacked the usual tone of confidence it always held “JJ why won’t you tell me what’s going on? You know you can trust me” you frowned as his eyes finally met yours and god he looked so broken.

“It’s my dad” he finally spoke filling the silence that had previously consumed the room, his eyes glossing over “sometimes he uh- drinks” he choked out “well it’s actually a lot more than sometimes” he feigned a smile shaking his head, he was obviously trying to hold back his emotions to the best of his ability. 

You swore you could feel your heart shatter at his words so slowly you pushed yourself up towards him, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck as his found your waist, engulfing him in a tight hug “I’m so so sorry, you don’t deserve this” you sniffled. 

Words couldn't describe how angry it made you that he had to go through with this with someone who was supposed to love and take care of him. 

He hated this, he hated the fact that you were seeing him like this, he hated being vulnerable, he didn’t want you to pity him, it was the single worst feeling he knew, having people feel bad for him and act as if he couldn’t take care of himself. 

He didn’t exactly know how he found himself at your house after what had happened, he just walked and before he knew it he was standing below your window. He also never expected to tell you any of this, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to you even more, as you looked at him with more love than anyone in his life ever had, god he was a terrible person.

His head slowly came up from the crook of your neck as he rested his forehead against your own, his hand coming up to cup your cheek wiping the few tears that fell from your eyes with his thumb.

“You know you can always stay here, no matter what I’ll always be here for you, i- i” you cut yourself off before you could finish, maybe it was too soon to tell him that you loved him, but you really did, you really fucking did and you wanted to tell him, let him know that he had you and that you’d always be there if he needed you.

JJ wasn’t even thinking about the bet anymore, the words falling from his mouth almost instinctively “I love you” he finished for you, hand dropping from your cheek and back down to your waist “I love you too” you smiled letting out a teary laugh as you pulled him down into another hug.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” you comforted intertwining your fingers with his, you pulled him into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit you attended to his wounds before the two of you laid down in your bed, your arms wrapping around his waist as your head rested in the nape of his neck.

It had been almost two weeks since he showed up at your house that night and you felt your relationship growing even stronger after it, you hadn't told anybody about it, not even Sarah because you knew JJ didn't want people to know what happened behind closed doors at his home.

You managed to convince him to stay at your house almost every night after that, refusing to let him go back home to his pathetic excuse of a dad.

JJ knew he was falling in love with you, but he couldn't admit it to himself or anyone else for that matter, he didn't want to fall in love because every single person he'd ever loved before had always ended up leaving so he put up a barrier to protect himself from ever getting his heartbroken again.

John B and JJ were currently working, delivering groceries to the citizens of Figure Eight, the sun rays were extra warm today shining down on the pair of them. 

They had just finished a delivery near the golf course where Rafe and his friends would sometimes spend their afternoons, golfing, and drinking. 

The two boys were sitting on a bench near the dock where their boat was tied down gently swaying in the calm waves of the water "we should get going man I don’t feel like getting into a fight right now” John B worried looking over at JJ who only rolled his eyes.

JJ had insisted on smoking a blunt before they got back out on the water and continued their deliveries “don’t be such a pussy man we’re fine there’s no one here” JJ claimed gesturing towards the empty space around them.

“Whatever man if we get beat up it’s your fault”

Rafe, Topper, and Kelce we’re currently out on the golf course listening to Topper's constant whining about Sarah, why she wasn't answering his calls and why she was suddenly starting to spend so much time on the cut.

Rafe agreed with Topper that it was weird, but he knew exactly what his sister was doing even though he hadn't told Topper about it, he knew that you and Sarah had both chosen to be with some ‘dirty pogues’ instead of them and he hated it.

Rummaging through his stuff he quickly realized he’d forgotten one of his favorite golf clubs in the trunk of his car "fuck" Rafe muttered excusing himself from the guys as he jogged around the small building and towards the parking lot where his car was parked.

Once he reached his car he quickly unlocked it and made his way towards the trunk but hearing voices in the distance his head shot up, eyes quickly landing on the two boys who were seated near the dock with their backs facing him.

His blood boiled as he watched them, acting as if they didn't have a care in the world, he could almost immediately identify that it was JJ and John B since JJ's red cap that he wore almost every single day gave him away. He couldn’t describe the hatred he felt for that boy, he hated him before he dated you and hated him even more now that he had you and he didn’t.

Frantically he grabbed the golf club from the trunk of his car and in a haze made his way towards the two boys' hands tightening around the golf club his fingers turning almost white. 

As he neared them he slowly started to raise the metal object above his head ready to swing it at JJ but his movements abruptly stopped at the mention of your name.

Somehow they hadn’t noticed him and finding the conversation interesting he quickly hid behind one of the large trash cans that rested just in-ear sight of the two boys, his ears perking up as he listened intently to the conversation the two boys were engaged in.

“You guys have been together for almost a month and a half now and you’re seriously not starting to feel anything for her, like at all?” John B questioned, a blunt resting on the corner of his lips.

JJ’s brows pulled in simply shrugging at John B’s question “I don’t know” he lied, JJ knew he liked you hell he even thought that he loved you but he wouldn’t admit it to himself, knowing that as soon as he told someone he couldn't pretend anymore, pretend that he didn't love you.

“I still think we should call the bet off, if she finds out about it-" John B winced thinking of your reaction "god I don’t even wanna think about that” he finished hopeful that his second attempt of calling the bet off would work.

“That’s why she’s not going to find out, the only people that know about this are me and you, and I intend to keep it that way” JJ stated reaching his hand out and pulling the blunt from John B’s mouth, placing it into his own.

JJ had yet to tell John B that you’d already told him that you loved him because he knew that when he did he wouldn't have an excuse to be around you anymore, so he’d kept it to himself.

At first, Rafe didn't know what to make of the words he was hearing but it finally clicked, a bet you had been a bet. He let out an almost satisfied sigh, knowing he now had the upper hand, JJ didn’t even like you, he was only with you for money. 

This was perfect was all he could think as he scurried back to his car, frantically searching his pockets for his phone. When his fingers finally felt the metal object he hurriedly started dialing your number eager to tell you the news, being almost positive that you’d come crawling back to him when you did.

But as he tried to call you over and over again it always went straight to voicemail, so he tried texting you but it wouldn’t deliver, searched all your social media sites but couldn’t find them and that’s when it hit him, you’d blocked him on everything.

“Shit” he mumbled, knowing he couldn’t just show up at your house when your parents were there, he’d look like an actual psychopath, but that’s when he remembered that the outdoor movie theatre was only a couple of days away and he knew that you’d be there.

Even if he had to wait for a couple of days to tell you what he had just heard he knew it would be worth it, seeing the look on your face as he broke the news was all he could think about as he made his way back towards Kelce and Topper, a devilish smirk placed on his lips, he’d have you back in no time.

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[camillemonty]

Crush

JJ x Reader|Kook

Summary: You just moved to outer banks and you are not so thrilled about your new kook life as your parents and are curious about how your summer will be.

As the summer goes on surprises come along with ups and downs, tears and laughter, new friends and family.

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Chapter 8 - Lighthouse

“You are distracted today” Cooper voice reached your ears as you missed the shot for the third time, you tilted back your head and sigh, your grip getting tighter in the golf club “everything ok?”

“Sorry” you huffed “I just can’t stop thinking about it” you glance at him while he was putting another ball for you.

“And for that you mean the kegger from two nights ago?” he stands next to you “yeah” you replied while getting in positions your eyes glued to the little white ball “what happened?” he asks as you shoot this time hitting the ball “good” 

“Lane didn’t tell you?” you turned at him and he shook his head “well first Rafe and Liam were acting like idiots but that’s not a surprise, then I was with JJ and he went looking for beers and next thing I I know he’s fighting with Liam” 

“Didn’t know you were friends with Maybank” he said frowning his brows.

“I’m not” you said almost immediately “well I was or I still am, I don’t know” you shrug.

“And that’s why you are still upset? Because the fight?” his voice was exasperating calm.

“Well not only that” you started, trying to find a way to say it without being awkward “Liam was a jealous boyfriend and he thinks that you…” you say and Copper scowls, not getting what you meant “he thinks that you and I...”

“Oh!” he interrupted; you could feel your cheeks hot and looked away.

“Well not only you, he also thinks that about me and JJ” you added “And I’m mad because he practically screamed that so probably half of the island thinks that too” 

“Oh I see” he nodded “well maybe what you need is a weekend on a beautiful boat in the middle of the ocean” you chuckled “you know, to leave your problems behind and pretend everything is ok” you looked at him, both of you smiling “did you asked your parents?” you shook your head “well think about it, it can be fun” he placed his hand in your shoulder “thank you” you said as a grin covered his lips “well let's go back to the lesson” 

An hour later Cooper was parking his car in front of your house; you got out and said goodbye. Inside was oddly quiet since you knew your parents were home, you walked around the floor and just when you got to the living room you realized the rumor outside. You saw your mom and dad sitting at the table with another couple, from the distance you couldn’t recognize them, you walked towards them trying your best not to be noticed but failed when your mom saw you.

“Y/n you arrived!” she said happily “come here” you obeyed her and got closer, and recognized the couple from midsummer, they were important people but you could remember the last name.

“Let me introduce you my daughter” your dad said “y/n these are the Cameron’s” Cameron! You remembered “but wait aren’t they” “I think you know his son Rafe and his sister…” your dad stopped trying to remember her name.

“Sarah” you said “yeah I know them” you looked at the couple with a smile on your face “nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you” the two replied.

You sat there a couple of minutes but escaped to your room as soon as possible. You put on a movie to distract yourself but the sudden hunger didn’t let you concentrate so you went downstairs for something to eat, it was still early only 1:15 pm, you grabbed some leftover from yesterday and heated them, just to go to your room and eat while you watch the movie. When the movie ended you peeked through your window and saw an empty backyard, they were gone. You went down to the kitchen and saw your parents there, and talked about how your lesson was, of course, you didn’t say anything about the four missed shots.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you” you said and they exchanged looks for a second, your dad nodded indicating that you could continue “the Millers, Lane parents, invited me to spend the weekend with them in their boat” you said as you felt your body felling with anxiety waiting for their answer.

Your parents looked at each other again “where are they going?” your mom asked.

“I understood that they just wanted to take it out not that they were planning on going somewhere” you explained.

“Oh well I don’t have a problem with that” your mom spoke and turned to look at your dad “me neither” you couldn’t stop the big smile forming on your face “but you have to keep us informed about everything” your dad spoke.

“Of course” you nodded quickly a couple of times “thank you” you said and hugged them. Back in your room, you decided to text Lane to give her the news.

“What do people pack to spend the weekend on a boat?”

What you received as a response was a voice from Lane screaming from happiness.

When you stepped out from the so-called boat that was as big as a house for the first time in 2 days you sigh in relief as you felt the earth on your feet. 

“Oh I had so much fun!” Lane said wrapping an arm around your shoulders “we have to do that again” you agreed with her.

You spent the weekend soaking in the sun in the morning and playing pool or watching movies with the two brothers during the night, it was the most fun you had since the night of midsummer. Cooper and his dad taught you how to fish and Lane taught you how to drive the jet ski, but one drive was enough for you. Your favorite night was the last one, they had planned a fancy dinner of which the only warning was to bring a pretty dress but it all ended gloriously with the three of you playing karaoke and laughing your lungs out. Of course that after this weekend you were more close to Lane than ever, you slept in the same room even if there were to spare, and with Cooper too, you hanged out with him all day, the first impression he gave you at midsummer was completely erased and changed with this new version of a fun and sweet Cooper.

They drove you home almost not wanting you to leave them. You walked inside and greeted your parents that were already waiting for you, you had dinner together and you told them everything about your weekend. You went to bed early literally falling asleep as soon as you relax your body in the bed.

The next day after you did your morning routine you texted Sarah, she texted you while you were away and you promised to let her know when you arrived. She answered minutes later. 

“Let’s go for something to drink later, I’ll pick you up at 11” she said.

You went outside and sat in one of the couches from the backyard with your book from your summer read. The time flew by and before you knew it Sarah texted you. 

“I’m here” 

You grabbed your things and went outside. When you opened the car door Sarah glanced at you with surprise “oh my god who is this tanned goddess that it’s getting inside my car” she almost screamed, making you laugh “you are gorgeous” 

“Thank you” you replied smiling.

She drove until a cafe shop minutes away, you two sat at one of the tables outside and ordered a soda, and chatted as your drinks arrived right away.

“So how was your weekend?” she asked and you proceed to tell her the same thing you told your parents, she listened to everything you said and made a few comments here and there “what about you? How was your weekend?” you asked.

“Oh well you know, the usual stuff” she started. After almost an hour of talking and your drinks over from a while ago she said something that got your attention “my dad and rose are planning an end of the summer party, they are inviting all figure 8”

“Oh maybe that’s why they were at my house the other day” you said most to yourself connecting the dots. Sarah continued talking until her phone buzzed on the table, she read the message and replied fast.

“Are you free for the rest of the day?” she asked and you nodded “because John B is inviting us to spend the day at his place, maybe eat something and watch a movie or light up a bonfire outside” she said.

“Yeah that’s sounds fun” you grinned at her.

“Perfect, let’s pay so we can go” 

Five minutes later you were already in Sarah’s car driving towards John b’s place. When you arrived the house was curiously quiet, Sarah guided you inside to find John b sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone, he glanced up and his eyes got brighter when he saw Sarah, he got up almost running and hugged her as if he had spent days without seeing her.

“Hi y/n” he said to you and offered you a hug too “my god you are so tan it’s almost like you have been living all your life here” he teased making you laugh. You three sat on the couch to talk, ten minutes later you heard the van parking outside and the doors being closed, John B walked towards the front door but stopped to glance back at you with widened eyes “shit I forgot to tell you that JJ is coming too” 

“Don’t worry I imagined that” you say calmly.

Pope and Kie got in the kitchen and stopped almost immediately when they saw you “Hi girl!” Kie screamed and threw herself to you for a hug; you wrapped your arms around her giggling. When she let you go it was time for Pope to hug you. The two of them also complimented you for your tan making you blush. 

“Where is JJ?” John B asked.

“I’m here” the boy screamed from the door, to busy looking at his phone, he entered the kitchen and glanced up stopping abruptly when his eyes laid on you, apparently no one told him you would be here either, it took him two seconds to get back to normal “Hi” he said shyly, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

“Hi” you replied, the other four looked in between you two.

You all seated across the tiny living room, chatting and laughing, you tell for the third time how your weekend went and heard about theirs, JJ was unusually quiet but you noticed the quick glances he threw at you, a couple of times you locked stares and for your surprise he was the one that looked away. At some point in the evening, John B stood up and went to the kitchen to grab snacks and beer, and the six of you were seated there for who knows how much time. When JJ opened the last can of beer, Sarah stood up and went with John B and Pope to buy more, Kie stood up too, to clean around and you followed her, JJ stayed still seating on the floor, you offered to throw out the garbage and walked outside. JJ whispered something in Kie’s ear and she nodded, when you came back the house was almost empty, almost because JJ was the only one inside, you saw Kie rocking herself in the hammock, and glanced over JJ that was cleaning the dishes. 

“Need help?” you asked from the distance.

“Mmm yeah if you want you can dry them” he offered and you nodded, standing next to him with the cloth in hand. You felt your chest tight and chewed the inside of your cheek knowing that this was all in purpose, anxious expecting for him to talk.

JJ felt no different, his hands slightly trembling but he did his best to keep them steady, and not noticing his right feet was now bouncing against the floor, desperately trying to find something to say “you are tan” as the words slip from his mouth he mentally slapped his face “fucking idiot” he thought “I mean you look good, not that you didn’t look good before, it's different” he rambled and shut his eyes.

“Thank you” you mumbled biting your lower lip to avoid the laugh to escape from your mouth. You finished the dishes in silence and turned your heels to find Kie outside.

“Wait” JJ spoke trying to catch your hand with his wet one, making you stop “I Mm… I wanted to apologize” he stuttered, his voice oddly low.

“You already did” you remarked, carefully nor to sound mad.

“I know… and I really mean it” he said “I… know I was an idiot” he scratched the back of his neck again.

“Yeah you were” you agreed, he looked up finally meeting your eyes, and you felt the air leave your lungs, your eyes softened at his sight “I forgive you” you said as JJ let a huge sigh out and a grin appeared on his lips.

“Thanks” he said, he felt a weight disappear from his shoulders “Too soon for a hug?” he asked his voice calmer than before, you chuckled and shook your head slightly opening your arms, and he smiled and pulled you into a hug.

You two went outside to keep Kie company, she smiled at you when she saw you smiling and giggling with JJ. You sat there waiting for the others to arrive, the air around you felt lighter and JJ felt that too. When the others arrived with more beer you three shouted cheering, it didn’t take them much to realize that things were back to normal between the two of you, mostly because JJ was now speaking louder and laughed a lot. The day went like this and when the time arrived the boys lighted up a bonfire. Sarah couldn’t stay the night and you took the opportunity to go home with her.

“Bye guys” you said from the porch.

“Wait” JJ stopped you “we are going surfing tomorrow, do you want to come?” 

“Sure” you nodded “I don’t surf though, but see you guys tomorrow then”

You woke up the next day expecting Sarah’s message to go to the beach, by 9 you were ready to go, seated on the couch scrolling to your phone. When the notification of the message appeared you practically jumped to the front door, your mom screaming at you not to forget to put on sunscreen, you shut closed the door and jogged to Sarah’s car with your backpack bouncing, Kie was there too. The ride to the beach was fun, music blasting through the speakers and windows rolled down, catching every one glare. She parked in front of the beach; you helped Kie with her stuff as she carried a bag full of sandwiches; you saw the guys in the distance heading to the water, Sarah screamed at them but they were too far to hear her, you three put your towels on the sand next to the one from the boys. You took your shirt off and sat with your arms on your knees and your sunglasses on, looking towards the water at the three boys they were amazing, but you had to admit that JJ was better, he never fell, it was like he was born for it, and of course, he looked amazing while doing it so you just enjoyed the view. Kie palmed your shoulder with a beer and you accepted it. Minutes later you hear the laugh of the boys closer and you turn around, they were walking back towards you three, you smiled at them, and taking advantage of your dark sunglasses you let your eyes linger in JJ’s body, maybe more than you should. 

“Good morning girls” the three hummed making you laugh. John B and Pope proceeded to hug their girls; JJ sat next to you and gave you a shy smile that you returned. 

“Hi” he spoke.

“Hi” you replied “you are good” you stated shyly, he turned at you confusion in his eyes “surfing, I was watching you”

JJ felt his chest swell, proud of himself, he knew he was good but hearing it from you gave him satisfaction “Thank you” he beamed “I can teach you if you want” 

“Don’t worry I’m good at land” both of you chuckled.

The other four joined the conversation and you stayed there for almost an hour until you suggested going into the water, well not suggested, you stood up and took off your shorts, JJ not missing any move you made. You looked at the group seating in front of you, your mouth never asked the question but they stood up as an answer, John B pushed JJ and started running toward the water, followed by Pope, and JJ that shouted and ran. Sarah huffed and rolled her eyes “boys” she said before she started running taking you and Kie by surprise, you two ran behind Sarah to the water, giggling and splashing. The water was cold against the heat of your body, and it arrived fast at your chest, you swam until your feet couldn’t touch the sand under them.

“Though you were scared of deep water” John B said.

“Only if it’s dark” you corrected.

You lay in the water, floating, your eyes closed at the sky, you heard the splashing around you. You stayed there listening to them talk, smiling to yourself.

“What are you thinking about?” you heard JJ’s voice talking to you.

You looked at him “nothing, I’m just happy” you said.

“Just happy” he repeated grinning.

You walked back to the shore with JJ following you closely; you two were the last to get out of the water. He smiled as he glared at you dry your hair and body and sit next to Kie, his eyes meet yours for a second and softened as the light pink tinted your cheeks and looked away. You were talking, all of you were talking but he focused only on your voice and the way the words sound from your lips, how you wrinkled your nose when someone said something you didn’t like, or the little crinkles by your eyes when you smiled. His trail of thought was interrupted when Kie handed everyone the sandwiches she brought, the meal was surprisingly quiet just some comments here and there, for the time you were all done you were talking with the girls while John B and Pope talked about who knows what, nothing they say could keep JJ’s eyes away from you, unless until John B threw JJ his shirt in his face.

“What?” JJ asked turning around at his friend.

“What?” he mocked JJ “we are trying to talk to you here” 

“Well what do you guys want?” 

“I have to help my dad in the morning and wanted to know if you two want to come with me” Pope spoke

JJ nodded and his eyes traveled back at you, for his surprise he meets your eyes that were already looking at him, he beamed shyly, as you looked away. All conversation stopped when a phone started buzzing in a backpack, you stood up knowing it was yours and pick up the call, walking away from the group. 

“Everything ok” John B asked when you came back.

“Yeah it was Lane” you explained “I have plans with her too today” the five nodded as you put your shorts and shirt back on “she’s coming for me” JJ felt slightly disappointed that you weren’t going to stay all day.

Not even five minutes later Lane’s car parked in front of the beach, you grabbed your stuff and said goodbye to everyone with a hug, and walked towards the car. The driver’s seat window rolled down and you frowned looking at Cooper instead of Lane, he got out of the car and opened the back door for you at what you laughed loudly. All smile disappeared from JJ’s face and his hands became fists so tight that his knuckles were white, he scoffed at the sight of you hugging Cooper and all his friends noticed it. 

“Look at JJ all jealous” Kie teased bringing everybody’s eyes on the boy.

“I’m not jealous” he denied.

“My god, stop denying it!” John B huffed “you like the girl admit it”

“I don’t” he answered making everyone rolls his eyes at him “whatever” Kie mouthed.  

Lane was in the passenger seat, and practically threw herself to the back for a hug “I missed you” she said “after a whole weekend with you I don’t want to leave you” you laughed at her hear turning back the hug.

“Where are we going?” you asked once she let you go.

“I don’t know I was thinking maybe we can grab something to eat and watch movies later” she offered.

“Uh I like the plan” you agreed 

“What if we go home and order some pizza for the movie?” Cooper suggested and you both agreed immediately “How was the beach?” he asked you.

“Fun, the water was amazing” you replied.

You arrived at their house and as you walked in Cooper called the pizza place while you and Lane choose some movies to watch. “Twilight?” Lane suggested but Cooper screamed “No” from the other side of the house. 

“Spiderman?” you asked. 

“Which Spiderman? There are three” Lane added “Toby” Cooper screamed closer “What do you girls want in your pizzas?” he asked, “Pepperoni” Lane screamed “Just a margherita” you said.

Lane guided you to the movie room as she called it, Cooper arrived seconds later and started the movie. Half an hour later the doorbell rang. Cooper came back with the three boxes of pizza, you two cheered up and started eating. For the second movie pizza was over, but Lane went looking for ice cream in the kitchen. At the end of the third movie it’s was already dark outside and Lane was lightly snoring next to you, you looked at her and chuckled. Cooper stood up and turned off the tv.

“My butt is plain” he said massaging it.

“My back hurt” you complained as you stood up and stretched.

“We are too old to sit for more than three hours” Cooper and you chuckled.

“Would you mind take me home?” you questioned “I mean I was going to ask Lane but…” you said pointing at her.

“Of course, no problem” he said.

You followed him to his car. The ride was quiet, music played low in the speakers, as he tapped the steering wheel at the rhythm of the music. He parked in front of your house and gave you a quick glance, his hands got clenched the steering wheel for a second as you glanced at him.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked without looking at you.

“Mmm nothing” you replied “why?”

He stayed quiet for a couple of seconds looking for the right words “do you… want to go to the lighthouse? We can grab something to eat and talk” 

“Yeah I would like to” 

He let go of a tiny sight and looked at you whit a smile “See you tomorrow then” you smiled back at him and got out of the car.

You got into your room and decided to call Amy; you haven’t talked to her for a couple of days now. She answers and you two talk about everything that had happened in your lives lately. You told her about JJ and that things were ok between you two, everything was normal until she screamed in your ear.

“You are going on a date with Cooper?!” 

“What? No! We are just going for something to eat” you explained.

“Well y/n that’s a date”

“No it’s not” you fight back.

“Isn’t this the guy his sister told you he liked you?”

“Well yeah…”

“And you spend the weekend with him and his family” she continued “yeah…” you rolled your eyes “and now he invited you to go eat, the two of you alone” she remarked “yeah…” you huffed “He asked you out on a date!”

“Oh my god” you said as you sat on your bed “he asked me out… my best friend’s brother asked me out”

“Careful there I’m your best friend” she said making you chuckled. 

“What am I going to do?” 

“What do you mean? You go to that date and have fun!” she demanded “it's a pretty place?” 

“I don’t know” 

“Well they have money I’m sure it’s a pretty place, what are you going to wear?” she questioned.

You keep talking for a couple of hours, she made you sent her pictures of your clothes and helped you choose something decent for tomorrow. Before you went to sleep you checked your phone one last time and saw a message from Cooper.

“I didn’t ask you what time”

“4?” you replied.

“Perfect, see you tomorrow” 

You unconsciously smiled at your phone before locking it; you left it on the nightstand and went to sleep.

The next day you woke up already anxious, you found yourself tapping the table with your fingers so hard that your mom asked you if everything was ok. By 12 when your mom called you for lunch you barely ate, she told you she was going out whit your dad and probably come back late at night. By 3 you were ready, seating in the living room with your leg bouncing on the floor, you were wearing a yellow floral summer dress, your hair was down and you put on light makeup, not wanting it to be too much, your hand was playing with the charm of your necklace when you hear the doorbell, you looked at your phone, it was only 3:15, you frowned at how early he had arrived and walked to the front door, you swung the door open and your eyes widened in surprise.

“JJ” you spoke at the blonde boy.

“Hi” he said low with his hands in his pockets.

“How are you?” you asked.

“Good” he nodded and looked at you up and down “you look…nice, I mean you look pretty” he corrected himself fast and coughed.

“Thank you” you smiled shyly and felt your face hotter.

After a couple of seconds of silence he finally spoke “I was heading to the beach” he said pointing back “and well I thought about you” his hand went to his cap to fix it “if you wanted to go?” 

“Oh I’ll love to but I already have plans” you said; JJ face fell but he had already assumed it when he saw how you were dressed “sorry”

“Don’t worry, maybe another day” he offered.

“Yes of course!” you nodded quickly “I’m free tomorrow if you are”

JJ face lighted up “yeah I’m free” 

“Tomorrow then” you two stayed there smiling at each other like two idiots until JJ’s phone buzzed in his pocket. 

“Bye" he said and turned around. 

You closed the door and pressed your back at it, letting out a huge sigh, the smile never leaving your face. Not too much time after that you heard the doorbell again, this time when you opened the door Cooper was at the other side, he was wearing a light blue bottom shirt and jeans, his hair was at a side as always.

“Ready?” he asked with a big smile, you nodded and grabbed your purse and keys “you look beautiful” he said.

“Thank you” you smiled glancing at him.

“My lady” he said as he opened the car door for you making you chuckle.

He started the car, music played low through the speaker as you chatted about trivial stuff. He parked in front of a tiny restaurant close to the lighthouse; you got out of the car and walked inside next to him, he gave his last name to the waitress and she guided you to a table outside. The view was amazing, the lighthouse in the distance and the sea in front of you. You two sat at the table and the girl left the menus for you, it didn’t take much for you two to choose something to eat and you told the lady right away. 

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“It’s beautiful” you replied nodding.

“I’m glad you think so” he grinned “I think I never asked you why you moved here?” 

“My dad was offered a job” you explained.

“Oh ok, do you miss home?”

“I miss my best friend” you replied “what about you, have you lived here all your life?”

“Yes ma’am Outer Banks born and raised” he replied. 

“And do you want to stay here?” you asked 

“God no” he chuckled “I was supposed to go to college when the summer ends but I chose to have a sabbatical year” he explained “I want to travel and I don’t know do fun stuff and relax”

“That sounds nice” you agreed “what would be the first place you want to visit?” you questioned.

“Amsterdam” he replied almost immediately.

“And what are you going to study?”

“Well my dad is a doctor so of course he wanted me to study medicine too but that’s not for me, I want to be a software developer” he replied “what about you? What do you want to do?”

“Well I still have to finish high school” you two giggled “but I always liked psychology”

“Wow I never would have thought that” he said “what about you, If you could go to another place right now where would you go?” 

“London” you replied immediately.

“Why?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t know” you chuckled.

The lady arrived with your food and you kept talking through all the meal, well mostly him. You felt silly for being so nervous before, Cooper had always been nice to you and somehow managed to make you feel comfortable around him. You two ended up ordering some dessert too and stayed there for almost two hours. He stood up to go to the bathroom and came back with the bill paid, you rolled your eyes at him but deep down you knew he wouldn’t let you pay anyway. He drove you back home, the ride was lighter than the first, the music was a little louder and you two sang to a couple of songs. He parked in front of your house and threw you a quick glance you did the same thing, feeling your hands get colder. 

“Do you want to stay a little?” you asked suddenly, taking him by surprise. 

“Yeah sure” he replied.

You got out of the car and looked around realizing your parent's car was gone and remembered your mom saying earlier that she was going out with your dad, you freaked out, not wanting to give him the wrong idea, you glance back at him when he closes the car and opted for walking towards the dock, he followed you closely; you rested your arms on the railing of the dock and he did the same next to you, the sun was already setting and the sky was tinted with orange and pink. He laughed at something you said and you turned at him, Cooper took the opportunity and his hand came closer to your face as he tucked a wild lock behind your ear, your breath got heavy knowing what was about to happen, his eyes trailed to your lips and he slowly came closer and closer, until his lips were pressed against yours, you kissed him back, his hand went to the back of your neck but you stayed still. You kissed for minutes until you pulled away.

“I…” you started “I broke up with Liam not long ago, I…” 

“Don’t worry, I get it” he interrupted you. 

“Sorry”

“Don’t be” he said and smiled “I mean yeah I like you, but I love you as a friend too and I’m not going to risk not having you around” he shook his head, you smiled and hugged him, he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you making you giggle. You two stayed there for a little while more until the sun was completely gone, you walked with him towards his car and waved him goodbye. You were going upstairs when your phone lighted up with a message.

“Hey it’s JJ, I asked Kie for your number” “See you tomorrow?”

Without even noticing it you were smiling at your phone and you felt your heart jump in your chest.

“Hi! Yes, what time?” 

“10?”

“Perfect” 

“See you tomorrow then” he texted.

“See you tomorrow”

You went inside your room with the silliest smile on your face and jumped to your bed letting out a huge sight. Your phone started buzzing again and you saw Amy written on the screen, she warned you she’ would call so you could tell her everything about your date, you picked up and talked for hours.

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[writingsbymarie]

Drive - Rafe Cameron x reader

Word count: 2,890

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drug use, angst, and a steamy make out

A/n: yes I know Rafe is not a good person, but he is intriguing and I love Drew so I just had to write for him, and in this, I wrote him much sweeter like they should have written him, and in this, he doesn't kill the sheriff. I also wrote this while listened to Drive by Halsey you want to listen while reading :). Also, send in requests for JJ and Rafe, and I’d also be willing to write for John B. and Pope. This probably one of my favorite things I have written so I hope you guys like it :)

He was a dick. God, you hated him, but for some reason, you were drawn to him. After your dad went missing you had to take care of your brother, yeah we were 18, but you couldn’t be John B.s legal guardian, so you kept your uncle a secret and found yourself a job at the country club for the summer, and that's where it all started. That's when you found yourself falling for the self-centered, arrogant Rafe Cameron. 

He was a year older than you, and before the summer you had seen him at parties and heard stories about the crazy things he did. Drugs were the big ones. Not only was he doing cocaine, but he was also selling it too. You didn’t quite understand why he would sell them since he was rich, but the boy who had so much potential and privilege was running his life into the ground. 

Your first encounter with the honey-haired boy happened at the food area of the club. You were a hostess, and he came to order a smoothie. You walked over to greet them but before you could say anything Rafe spoke up. 

“Hey pogue, bring me a strawberry banana smoothie” he demanded. You wanted to give him a piece of your mind because he didn’t even say please, but the last thing you needed was a complaint from Ward Cameron's son. So you forced a smile and choked out the niced ‘that will be right up sir’ and turned on your heel rolling your eyes the second you were not facing him anymore. You brought the order to the girl who was making the smoothies and she started the order. You looked over at a Rafe who was waiting by the golf cart with his friend Topper and Kelce. You couldn’t deny one thing. Rafe was an attractive young man. You hated that you thought that, but he was your type. A tall blonde with a toned body. The girl who made the smoothie tapped you on the shoulder and handed you the smoothie taking you out of your thoughts. You walked towards the boys who were laughing about who knows what and handed the smoothie to Rafe with a smile. 

“Have nice day boys” You said with a forced smile. “And by the way, my name isn’t ‘pogue’ my name is Y/N” and with that, you turned around leaving Rafe wondering. Rafe would never admit it, but he found you hot. He was intrigued by you and that is precisely why he came to see you multiple times a week without his friends. He would make excuses of why he was there, but eventually, it became a pattern that you caught onto. Your conversations got longer, and you began to see a soft side of a boy you thought was a narcissistic unpredictable asshole. 

The first time you started to catch feelings was at the end of one of your shifts on a Friday night. The sun was setting and you grabbed your phone to call John B to pick you up. At this point in the summer, you and Rafe had a platonic friendship. He had even given you the nickname pogue princess which you hated to admit made you blush every time.

“There's my pogue princess” you heard from behind you immediately knowing who it was. Your heart skipped a beat and you turned around to be faced with the rich blonde boy you now would call your ‘friend’. 

“Damn you couldn’t go a whole day without seeing me, if I didn’t know any better i’d say you like me kook, and that's not allowed” you smirked, giving a light hit on the shoulder.

“In your dreams princess” he winked and you rolled your eyes walking past him. 

“My shift is over Rafe so I’m not bringing you a smoothie” 

“I didn’t come for a smoothie I came to see you” he mumbled like he was scared to admit. The truth was he hated how he felt about you. He hated how his heart skipped a beat every time your eyes met his. He hated that he found himself drawn to the country club just to come to see you, and he hated that he craved your attention. You, on the other hand, were feeling the same way. You hated that every day you worked you waited for him to show up. You hate that the second he walked in you felt warm and happy, and you hated that you were falling for a kook and that the kook you were falling for was Rafe Cameron. 

“And why are you here to see me, you could be out with your friends right now doing whatever kooks do in their free time,” you asked as you turned around to face him. His demeanor was soft and it made your heart melt. It was the way his eyes on you and then and there you felt a feeling you had never felt before. Love. 

“As much as I hate to admit it. I like talking to you. It's refreshing” You wanted to respond with something witty, but you were almost speechless. His face began to heat up when you didn't respond right away. You could see the small panic in his eyes. “Sorry, that was weird I-”

“No, no, it's not weird I like talking to you too” you smiled. You walked out of the country club side by side with Rafe. 

“So how was your day?” he asked sweetly.

“Pretty good, just hate when the creepy old rich men hit on me, but they tip well so I can’t complain too much, how was yours”? You smiled.

“Pretty boring just the usual”

“What's the usual for a kook thought? Is it sitting by the pool, going for a boat ride in your yacht, and drinking in your mansion” you joked.

“I mean some days are like that” he smirked, bumping his elbow into yours.  

“Not surprised” you giggled.

“Wait how are you getting home” 

“I have to call my brother to come-”

“I can drive you,” he interrupted. It was almost desperate. The truth was he had gotten in a fight with his father and for some reason the only person he wanted to be with was you and that scared the living hell out of him.

“Are you sure, driving through my side of town for a kook is asking a lot”

“You're not asking, I'm offering” he was being sweet, and it was a weird thing to see. You didn’t understand how the boy who constantly bullied and beat up your brother and his friends could be kind. You felt guilt and love. Rafe was horrible to people you cared about, but you just couldn’t shake him. 

“Fine, but only this once, and my brother can not find out” 

“My mouth is shut”

You both walked to his car and he opened the door for you. You took a seat and fastened your seatbelt. The sun was almost set and you could see the stars starting to fill up the sky. Rafe started the car and backed out of the parking lot. You knew there was something different about him today. You just knew something was wrong or something had happened. 

“Hey Rafe”

“Yeah”

“Are you okay?” you asked your voice soft so you didn’t scare him off.

“Um, yeah why” he stuttered and it was an obvious lie. 

“You just are acting different today, you know you can talk to me it's not like I have anyone to tell”

“I don’t want to burden you with my problems”

“It wouldn’t be a burden Rafe, and maybe I can burden you with some of mine”

“If I share mine you owe me some of yours I want to know you”. He wanted to know you. You felt your heart race, and your whole body heated up. 

“Deal” 

“It’s just my dad, he doesn’t think I can take over the family business. He never believes in me. It's always Sarah. She's always been his favorite no matter how much I try to prove myself to him all he sees me as is a disappointment” he ranted, and you felt your heart drop. You knew Ward was a cruel man, but showing obvious favoritism towards a child is sad. You felt bad for Rafe Cameron, something you never thought you would think. 

“Rafe you’re not a disappointment, look parents suck, not all of them, but a lot of them. Parents should never put their child down like that I’m sorry that he's doing that to you” you assured him, and you grabbed his hand that was on his thigh and gave it a small squeeze. Rafe's heart was beating out of his chest. His hands were clammy, and he almost felt dizzy. He had never felt this way about a girl, and it terrified him. 

“Thanks” he whispered.

“Anytime” you both sat in silence the only noise coming from the soft radio.

“So what about you”

“Well my dad is probably dead, and my mom left us when I was 5, and I’m trying not to lose my brother to DCF so there's that” he didn’t say anything at first, but his heart broke for you. You had so much pressure on you, and you were only 18, and you didn’t have a parent to call you a disappointment. “Sorry that was a lot,” you said embarrassed putting your face into your hands.

“Hey look that's was a lot, and I know that there isn’t anything I can say or do to make those things better, but you can always talk to me Y/N just know that” he soothed glancing over at you for a second and putting his eyes back on the road. Your heart was swelling, and you were happy. You were so happy for the first time in months. 

“Thanks, Rafe that means a lot” and he looked at you and smiled, and with that he was near your house, and you directed him to your house.

“Thanks, Rafe for everything”

“Of course, and I hope to see you soon pogue princess”. You let out a small laugh and exited the car feeling a mix of guilt and pure happiness. Rafe found himself watching you as you walked away, and the second you walked inside he missed you, and you missed him too.

As summer went on things began to get chaotic. You were going on a crazy adventure to find 400 million in gold, but you were still working, and seeing Rafe at the country club, and Rafe had hired you to work midsummers. He even bought you a dress to wear, and this was the day things between you and Rafe turned from friends to more than friends. You were handing out drinks and Rafe had taken the last one. He had you put the tray down and invited you to see his room. You walked with him admiring the beautiful mansion. When you reached his room it was clean and huge. 

“I’m pretty sure your room is bigger than my whole house” you laughed. He walked to sit on his bed and you followed, taking a seat next to him. You were so close to him your legs were touching, and you could feel your body heating up. 

“You know I get paid to serve people here Rafe” you laughed.

“I know if you just take a break there's nothing wrong with taking a break you gotta ease up Y/n” he joked and you laughed. It was quiet for a minute until Rafe spoke up again. “You know you look absolutely beautiful tonight” at this point your heart was beating out of your chest, but you weren’t exactly sure what to say so you made a joke to cover up the blush arising on your face.

“I don’t look beautiful all the time” you questioned sarcastically.

“You look beautiful every day” he said in all seriousness, and you turned your head to see his blue orbs. You felt yourself leaning in and you saw his eyes flash from your eyes to your lips. You wanted him to kiss you, and god he has been wanting to kiss you since the first time he saw you at the country club, but he was terrified of rejection. His hands were sweaty and his heart was beating out of his chest. Your lips were inches apart, and Rafe's eyes fluttered shut and his lips met yours. You immediately leaned into the kiss butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You turned your body to get closer to him. His hands found your hips and your hands were on his cheeks. Your lips moved against each other slowly at first but both of you were desperate for each other's touch. You lifted your hips and you landed on his lap and wrapped his arms around your back pulling you as close to him as possible. The kiss became much more urgent and you pulled apart and you got on the bed and moved to get fully onto it. Your eyes reeled him in to follow you and he positioned himself on top of you and put his lips back on yours. Your hands wrapped around his neck playing with his hair pulling it a bit making him moan. His hands were feeling up and down your body and you felt euphoric. His lips left yours and went to your neck finding your sweet spot and you gasped. You pulled him from your neck and flipped him over so that you were on top and dived back down to kiss him again and his hands found your ass and you moaned into the kiss. One of his hands left your ass and he began to pull down the strap of your dress. Just as you started to unbutton his shirt you heard a voice from the hallway. It was Rafe's father calling him to come back to the party. Your face was bright red and you practically jumped off of Rafe, and Rafe told you to hide in the closet as he picked up his clothes. You felt amazing, and you thought this was the start of something beautiful, but you were so wrong. 

After your brother was pushed from the tower Ward became John B's legal guardian, so DCF wouldn’t take him away, but that wasn’t the worst of it. You had found the gold, but now you found out that Ward not only tried to kill your brother. He had killed your father. The father of the boy you loved had killed your father and you had no idea what you were supposed to do. He came to visit you at your house and you had to be the one to tell him what his father had done. You were crying when you heard a knock on the door to see Rafe.

“Rafe I can’t do this right now” you sobbed refusing to open the door. 

“Y/n what's going on your brother tried to kill my dad for no reason” and your heart sunk. He didn’t even know the truth. You opened the door, and his eyes softened. Your eyes were puffy, and tears were streaming down your face. He didn’t say anything. All he did was pull you into his embrace, and you cried into his chest. You wanted to push him away. After what his father did you wanted nothing to do with his family, but you couldn’t push Rafe away. Rafe held you in his arms rubbing your back while whispering that everything was going to be okay, but it wasn’t going to be okay. His dad murdered your dad for the gold, and you were so angry and you pushed him away and you could see the confusion in his face.

“No it’s not going to be okay” you wept.

“Y/n” he said as he tried to step closer, but you stepped back.

“Your father murdered my dad” you yelled, and Rafe's face changed to confusion and then anger.

“That's a lie,” he whispered.

“Its, not a lie Rafe, he murdered my father and he tried to murder my brother” you cried. 

“He wouldn’t do that Y/n”

“He did Rafe” you wept. 

“No, no your wrong, you’re lying this is all your brother”

“Rafe I need you to go” 

“No, not until you tell me why you would say that about my dad” snapped, making you flinch. You had never seen him this angry, and you finally realized why people were scared of him and you felt your heart begin to shatter. 

“Rafe get out” you sobbed and you pushed him out the door closing and locking it. You slid down the door, your chest heaving. Rafe stood outside the door trying to comprehend what had just happened. He refused to believe that his father would murder someone, but the sound of the girl he loved sobbing on the other side of the door broke his heart. As much as he loved her he thought he needed to be on his father's side, and with that, he left her all alone leaving both their hearts shattered in pieces.  

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[angellissy]

the good, the bad and the ugly

warnings: mentions of drugs, fighting !not physical!, Rafe punching a wall, sadness, please let me know if there is anything else that could potentially be triggering!

Rafe Cameron x Reader

based on this request : Are you willing to write Rafe x Reader in a relationship kinda way? 😙🥺 A|N: Again I did a headcanon because I really enjoyed writing the last one. This is called the good, the bad and the ugly because I believe that unfortunately that is how it would be to date Rafe. Big big thank you to my love cort for helping me and just being the person she is. so much love to her. 

Listen! To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra 

BEFORE

previous to dating Rafe, you despised him with every fiber in your body.

He was foul, rude, and had his head so far up his ass that he didn’t realize that there were people different from him.

Not to say that you were a selfless lifesaver, but you didn’t beat people up with a golf club.

Rafe did not especially like you either, but unfortunately for both of you, his sister was your best friend. 

It was just a regular day at the Cameron household, you and Sarah had been sunbathing, chatting about her stupid boyfriend. A douchebag in your eyes, a prince in hers. 

The sun and lack of hydration made you go into the house, desperate for something to extinguish your thirst.

Instead, you found Rafe Cameron leaning against the countertop, a cigarette situated between his lips.

“Smoking inside now?” You furrowed your brows at him, a disgusted look adorned your sunburnt features. 

With a few steps, you walked closer into the kitchen, opening a cabinet in search of a glass. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you found none, but it was soon replaced by a surprised gasp as a body pressed against yours.

 In the corner of your eye, you could see the boy behind you reaching for a glass in the top cabinet, his arm brushing past your shoulder.

You stood frozen in place, ignoring the shivers running up your spine.

“There you are, princess.” The heat from his body disappeared as he set the glass down, and with some hesitation you took it.

You turned to look at him, slightly biting your lips trying to figure out something to say.

“Surprised you even mentioned me, thought your head was too far up your ass to even notice anyone else.”

A small smirk played on his lips as he took a few steps closer to you. He placed his hand on the cabinet behind you, leaning his face closer to yours. 

“You’d be surprised about how much I notice.” 

Then he blew some of the cigarette smoke in your face, causing you to push him away and call him a disgusting idiot.

But still, for the following days, you couldn’t focus on anything else than the way his body felt against yours, and neither could he.

THE GOOD

Rafe Cameron loved you with his entire being, you were the only person that didn’t belittle him or invalidate his feelings. He loved you as his life depended on it, and in some ways, maybe it did. 

He was not great at expressing emotions unless it was anger, but the two of you figured that out together. 

He showed his love in the little things, like placing small kisses on your forehead when your head rested on his chest. 

Or squeezing your hand whenever you felt uncomfortable. 

Occasionally he would let the “I love you” slip through his thick walls, and when he did, the world melted away and it was just you and him.

He would bring you to play golf with his family or to go on boat rides but avoid fishing.

His family loved you, they had known you since you were a child, all thanks to your friendship with Sarah. 

However, you didn’t always love them or the way the treated the eldest child.

Rafe wouldn’t let you stand up for him, not wanting you to be the one to receive Ward Cameron’s wrath. 

But you tried, at least in subtle ways, that would be giving the parents gazes that could kill, and also occasionally scoffing whenever they tried to bring Rafe down. 

During those times, Rafe’s hand would be squeezing your thigh, trying to make you calm down. It worked, similar as too how your presence usually could calm him.

Then there were also those times when it would be just you and Rafe on the boat, he had stolen borrowed it from his dad. 

Your body would be situated between his thighs, his hands would be resting on the bare skin of your stomach. 

Droplets of water still adorned your skin, a reminder of how Rafe had convinced you to jump into the shimmering sea with him. With your fingers intertwined with his, you had leaped from the boat.

“Your skin is so soft.” He said, his voice had turned a bit raspy, making your cheeks heat up even more than they usually would. 

His fingers were drawing circles on your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps. 

You just nodded, leaning further into his touch, glad to be loved by him, and glad that you could love him.

Sometimes when the two of you went golfing, you would start running around the pitch, the boredom of golf always getting a hold of you. Much to his dismay. But it didn’t matter because he still caught you and spun you around when your body jumped onto his. He held you close when the two of you stumbled to the ground, and he couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his face. 

“I love you” and he loved you more than anything, so he kissed you like there was no tomorrow. 

THE BAD

Rafe Cameron was a troubled boy, his mind was always clouded by something and it plagued him to such an extent that he coped with the help of illegal substances.

That? You did not support, but still, you would always be there for him. 

Holding his head against your chest as he silently cried, holding his hand whenever his father yelled at him and holding him back whenever he tried to start a fight.

But you couldn’t always be there to hold him and without you, he could not function. He did shit without even thinking about the consequences, leaving you to clean up his mess every single fucking time.

Rafe was sweet, but only towards you, he did not give jack shit about anyone else. In the beginning, you found it endearing, but as the months passed you found it troubling. 

You didn’t like the way he would threaten pogues and call them names, you no longer liked how he softened the second his eyes found you. 

But whenever you tried to talk about him about it, his fiery temper got the best of him.

“So what? I can’t show affection towards my girl anymore?” His cheeks would be red from anger, but his dilated pupils gave away the reason by his outrage. 

“I never said that I just said that it would be fucking nice if you showed it to someone else too, ever heard of human decency?” 

He would throw his hands in the air, say something about how you were unbelievable, and then leave you, all alone in his house. 

THE UGLY

You had told yourself so many times that you would never shed a tear over him ever again, but you broke that promise too many times. 

The taste of salt seemed to always be a lingering presence on your lips, but still, you couldn’t stop wishing for it to be replaced by the taste of his lips.

You left, of course, when he left you all alone in house, and you were adamant about never returning, not even for Sarah. You were done with this family, and you no longer wanted to be a part of it. 

You stayed in your bed, ignoring the calls that kept disturbing the stillness in your room. However, you couldn’t ignore it when he banged on your door and kept screaming your name. 

This served as the only time you were thankful that your parents always had work trips. 

“Let me in, let me in, baby please just let me in.” 

You would tear the door open, not wanting to hear his bullshit for one second longer. 

“Shut the fuck up, please just shut up.”

His eyes were dilated, and tears were streaming from them, running down his flushed face as he cried for you. When he saw you, he would get up, trying to get closer to you, stumbling with each step. 

“Let me in.”

You would shake your head no, tears escaping your eyes as you did. Your fingers were shaking as you gripped the door handle tighter, trying to ground yourself from the sadness and fear that was drowning you. 

His sadness would transform into anger in just a couple of seconds, you could see it in the way he looked at you.

“Just fucking let me in, okay? We’re fine!” His voice had turned into a yell, not the soft and caring one he always used at you. You backed further away from him, your grip on the handle had faltered. 

“We’re not.” You whispered, your heart shattered into tiny pieces as you said that, it was true but you hadn’t let yourself see that. 

He ran his hands through his hair, and before you had time to react his fist collided with the wall a few centimeters from your face, at the same time as a scream tore through his lips. 

A yelp escaped your lips as you fell to the ground in shock, the wind from his fist colliding with the wall had caressed your cheek, and that made you feel sick to your stomach.

He still had that furious expression plastered on his face, unaware of what had just happened. All he could feel was the anger, a consequence of the substances that flowed through his blood. 

Before he could do anything more, you jumped up and shut the door close, locking it with shaky fingers as a loud sob left your mouth. 

You fell to the ground, hugging your knees to your chest as he continued to bang on the door for hours to pass.

The door between you and Rafe had been closed, and you would never open it again.

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[johnbbutmakeitace]

five reasons why pope heyward is screwed, a series (part 3/5)

part two is here

Reason Number Three; Fistfight

Pope Heyward is not in love.

Well, okay-- no. That’s not true. He is in love.

He’s just not allowed to be.

And look, Pope came up with the “no pogue on pogue macking” rule when he was like eleven and a control freak, okay? 

He was young, and literally everything about the concept of love was totally and completely new to him. And the very idea that his only real friend group could split at the seams just because one of them tried to kiss Kie was absolutely terrifying.

Now that he’s older, Pope is beginning to realize what a stupid rule that is.

Like today, JJ is helping Pope with grocery runs for his dad. They’re both sweaty and tired in the afternoon sun, and JJ’s taken his old tank top off and is using it as a dew rag instead of a tank top. 

He’d dunked it into the water and left it draped around his neck to stay cool, and now there’s rivulets of water sliding down his chest and back. He keeps sweeping sweaty hair out of his eyes, looking like some sort of teenage Adonis, or something. 

And Pope is trying not to look like he’s staring -- by which he means he definitely is just fucking staring -- but thankfully JJ’s not all that sharp in the observational skills department.

So while Pope might be blatantly staring at JJ’s back, tracing the way the water slides down his spine with his eyes, all JJ does is lift up a bunch of bananas from the bag he’s been rummaging through and ask, “You think Miss Amy’ll give me tip if I get down on one knee to give her these?”

Pope flushes just a little at the idea of JJ down on one knee for anything, but manages to roll his eyes and jab lightly, “Yeah, a tip to put your shirt back on.”

Shining in the sun, JJ throws his head back and laughs, and Pope thinks no pogue on pogue macking the stupidest rule. It’s the worst rule.

But it’s what he’s stuck with. And he’s just gonna have to be okay with that. He doesn’t want to be okay with it, but he will be.

Eventually.

He reasons, as he makes his way down through the golf course entrance with an armful of too many groceries, that he’ll get over it eventually. That these kinds of crushes happen all the time. That it’s nice to have it for a while, to moan and groan about it with your friends (he hasn’t actually done any moaning or groaning to any of his friends about it, because, y’know) but then forget about it and never act on them ever.

At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself, anyway. 

He’s a little too wrapped up in thinking about it, slowly sinking deeper and deeper into the labyrinth that are his own thoughts. It’s why he doesn’t hear them coming until it’s too late.

“How much for one of those beers?” Rafe’s voice is in Pope’s ear before he actually sees him. His head jerks up, and suddenly he’s face to face with both Rafe and Topper -- who are both wielding fucking metal golf clubs, by the way -- with an arm full of groceries, completely alone.  

Something cold and heavy settles in his throat, and Pope does his best to swallow it. 

 He keeps walking, “They’re not for sale.” 

Rafe uses the back of his golf club to push Pope to a stop by the chest, and Pope ignores the way he can feel that cold, heavy thing swell into something like dread.  

Rafe’s smile reminds Pope of a shark. A manic, borderline psychotic, coked up shark-- but a shark nonetheless, “Then why don’t you just give us a few for free, huh?” 

 Despite it being two against one, Pope is still helping his dad with a job right now. A job that his dad needs to pay the bills and keep their house, so. 

 He shrugs and tries to sidestep them, “Or you can order one, like everybody else.” 

 It doesn’t work. 

 “But you’ve got so many,” Rafe pushes him back, and the gesture is just a little too aggressive, “How about just one?”

 “C’mon, man,” Topper chimes in, grin casual, like Pope didn’t just see his grip tighten on his club, “Just one beer.” 

 Topper’s golf club glints in the sun, and Pope takes a deep breath and seals his fate. 

“I said no.”

 The whole fight happens in about a thirty second blur. Pope remembers the groceries getting sent flying into the bushes, throwing a fist, then a flash of silver and a bloom of agony. Remembers spitting blood into the sand, remembers a shadow above his head and being fucking terrified of what came next. 

He remembers the way Rafe had laughed above him, the way he leaned down and spit “we don’t want you here” in Pope’s face. Remembers the way he’d stayed there and watched Pope writhe in pain like a fucking psycho, the taste of burning copper coating Pope’s tongue and teeth. 

Topper starts getting nervous the longer Rafe stares. Starts saying stuff like, “Rafe, come on,” and “we gotta go” as he keeps his eyes darting around the golf course, like he’s expecting Sheriff Peterkin to just materialize on the green, handcuffs at the ready. 

Rafe just leans down closer to watch Pope choke on his own blood, close enough that Pope can feel Rafe’s breath on his skin. 

“Not so tough now, huh?” He mutters, just quiet enough for Pope to hear over the blood rushing in his ears. The look in Rafe’s eyes makes Pope feel like he’s gonna be sick.

“Yeah,” Rafe grins wide, “You’re not so tough at all.” 

And, it’s funny. The more Rafe talks, the more Pope feels it. Something inside of him starts to coil, slow and steady. 

“That’s enough, dude,” Topper says, “Rafe, come on.” 

“What’s wrong, little pogue?” Rafe taunts and that thing inside Pope gets tighter, and tighter, and tighter, “Too much of a bitch to fight back?” 

“Rafe.” Topper starts to sound urgent. 

“What about your boyfriend? The one with the gun.” 

And Pope knows what it is now. Knows what to call that dark, ugly, twisting thing coiled up inside him that’s starting to break loose. 

“Would he fight back?” Rafe’s grin goes so wide Pope thinks his face is gonna split in two. 

“Rafe.” Topper shouts. 

It’s rage. It’s pure, unbridled fucking rage.

“Or is he a bitch, too?” 

Within a split second, Pope brings his elbow upwards and cracks it hard against Rafe’s face. He hears a wet crunch, followed by a pop as Rafe’s nose breaks under the force of it. Rafe yelps as he falls back into the sand on his back, and it gives Pope enough time to scramble to his feet. 

“Fuck!” Rafe shouts, clutching at his nose, red rivulets of blood already slipping through his fingers, “Fuck! You broke my fucking nose!” 

Pope can’t find it in himself to care. Because standing above Rafe while he’s laid out in the sand? 

It’s the most satisfying thing in the world. 

He doesn’t get to enjoy it for too long before he’s getting slugged in the face by Topper.

Pope stumbles, but thankfully doesn’t fall down again. Pain pulses bright and hot across his nose and under his eye, and white spots dance across his vision. His eye was already starting to swell, and that second punch did not help. Like, at all. 

Oddly enough though, there is no third punch coming like Pope expects there to be. When he looks, Topper has moved to crouch down next to Rafe and is helping him tilt his head down to deal with the bleeding. 

Their eyes meet over Rafe’s head, and Topper jerks his head back towards the entrance to the golf course in a clear gesture that means get the fuck out of here. 

Pope doesn’t have to be told twice. 

“You’re dead, pogue!” Is the last thing Pope hears as he books it back towards the docks, groceries left behind in the bloody sand. 

When Pope stumbles his way back to the boat, the adrenaline finally leaves him, and when the pain hits, it hits hard. 

His lip is bleeding and swollen, so is his eye. He’s having a hard time seeing out of it, and he’s also pretty sure his forehead is bleeding. He really, really hopes he doesn’t need stitches. His family can’t afford a hospital bill like that, especially now that Pope lost those groceries. 

Shit, the groceries. 

Pope stumbles into the cabin and catches himself on the wall, suddenly dizzy. His eye might be swollen shut, but when he blinks everything feels too bright and harsh and awful. 

He tries to take a breath, but his lungs won’t cooperate. The world suddenly feels too fast and too slow and fine but not fine all at once. 

That grocery money was supposed to pay the electric bill this month, and Pope fucked it all up. It’s all his fault. 

He scrambles to find a place to sit before he falls. He lands heavily on the cabin bench, and he puts his head down between his knees, covers his ears with his hands, and tries to breathe right. He watches blood from the gash on his forehead that’s going to need stitches drip onto the deck. 

His dad’s gonna be so pissed about the groceries. And the money for the electric that’s now gonna have to be used to pay his hospital bill. Pope messed up, he messed up so bad, and his dad’s gonna be so disappointed in him, and he’s so screwed and-- 

“Dude!” JJ calls out as he leaps his way onto the deck of the boat off the docks. His voice is light with laughter, and he’s holding up a small wad of cash as he comes running into the cabin, “You’re not gonna believe how much Miss Amy gave me for--,” 

JJ’s voice dies out the minute he’s through the door, looking down at Pope curled in on himself having a panic attack instead of driving the boat like he should be.

“Are you okay?” JJ asks, and Pope sees JJ’s old sneakers from where his head is in between his knees. He can’t answer, his breathing is too fast, lungs tripping over themselves to catch up with his thoughts. 

He can’t think about anything except how his mom’s gonna have to pick up extra shifts at work to make up for the money, and his dad’s gonna have to apologize to the people who are gonna go without groceries for a week, and it’s all Pope’s fault and-- 

“Pope?” JJ cuts through the noise, and Pope realizes a split second later that JJ’s moving to kneel down in front of him, “Hey, talk to me, man.” 

But he can’t talk, because he can’t breathe, and all he can see is the money JJ dropped on the floor by the little growing pool of blood splatter. He should tell JJ to move it, before the money gets bloody and ruined, just like everything else Pope touches. 

“Pope, look at me,” and suddenly there’s fingers pulling his hands away from his ears and lifting his face up. 

Pope winces at the ache of movement, but doesn’t fight him. JJ’s fingers are cool and feel nice on his swollen, bruising skin. 

Pope hears JJ suck in a sharp breath, and when the world stops being too terrible enough for him to open his eyes for a moment, Pope sees an entire myriad of emotions in the wide blue eyes staring back at him. 

He watches as JJ goes from shock to fear and worry to panic and rage. There’s something else there too that Pope notices, even mid-panic attack. Something in the way JJ’s chin quivers for a moment before his mouth presses into a furious scowl. Something past the worry-- akin to fear, but stronger. More protective. 

But it’s gone before Pope can really look, replaced and buried under the thousands of emotions pulling JJ in a thousand directions at once. 

“Who did this?” JJ asks-- demands, voice too loud and growled for Pope to deal with right now. When Pope doesn’t answer right away, JJ shakes him a little, a mounting fury in his eyes that Pope doesn’t know how to handle, “Pope, look at me. Who fucking did this?” 

And Pope-- Pope can’t do this. He can’t. Not when his eye is swollen shut, not when his blood is on the deck of his father’s boat. Not with JJ’s eyes on him. 

Pope thinks JJ’s eyes are his favorite thing in the world. They’re stupidly pretty-- always have been, even when they’re red from seawater or purple from bruises. No matter what their condition, they’ve always been Pope’s little glimpse into burning, white hot fire inside of JJ’s soul. It’s what made Pope fall in love with JJ, he thinks. 

Because he is. He’s in love. It’s not some passing crush to moan and groan about to his friends, it was never going to be, because nothing in Pope’s life can ever be simple. 

He’s so, so fucking in love with JJ, and he can’t do this. 

Pope doesn’t register the sob he’s letting out until it’s already in the open air between them. He pulls away from JJ’s hands as he lets out another, squeezes his eyes shut as they keep coming and curls back into himself because it’s so much, it’s too much. 

“Hey, no no no,” JJ’s fury is gone as quickly as it came. He plasters on a comforting smile, even if his eyes are full of concern and a little bit of panic. He attempts to sound reassuring when he says,  “It’s okay! Hey, it’s okay, Pope. Shit, uhm. Wait-- wait a minute. It’s okay. Just-- here, let me.” 

And then JJ is ducking low under Pope’s arms and worming his way into a loose, awkward hug. After a couple of seconds of fumbling and repositioning and “c’mon, dude, work with me here,” Pope’s head is resting on JJ’s shoulder with JJ’s arms snug around his middle. 

“It’s okay,” JJ says, and Pope squeezes his eyes shut and holds on tightly to the back of JJ’s tank top, “You’re okay, you’re fine now. I promise. You’re okay.” 

After another few seconds of Pope’s ragged breathing, JJ pipes up again, voice light and casual, like it is when he’s trying to make someone feel better, “Miss Amy gave me twenty bucks for proposing to her with the bananas.” 

Pope would have laughed if he hadn’t been crying. Despite his rapid heartbeats, Pope still lets out an involuntary huff, because of course JJ proposed with bananas to Miss Amy. 

JJ notices it, because he then launches into a whole story about how after Miss Amy gave him so much money, he started proposing groceries to every woman he was making runs to, and he got, like, a shit ton of tips for it. 

Pope listens, lulled more by the sound of JJ’s voice than the actual story he’s telling. At one point while he’s talking, JJ leans his head to rest against Pope’s. It’s easier to focus on slowing his breathing, and find steady ground again. 

Pope feels more stable by the time JJ’s talking about how he got tipped at basically every house, “Except for this one house where the lady’s husband answered the door. And I swear dude, it was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Please tell me you had your shirt on,” Pope says, and when he pulls back JJ’s smile is brighter than the goddamn sun. 

“No, dude! How do you think I was making so much bank?” 

“That’s so stupid,” Pope says, and JJ shrugs. 

“Hey, man. If you got it, you flaunt it. I don’t make the rules.” 

Pope smiles and shakes his head. There’s a lull between them for a moment, and Pope knows what JJ’s next question is before it’s even on his tongue. 

“So,” JJ starts, and then he’s gesturing to Pope’s bruised and beat up face, “You gonna tell me what--,” 

“I broke Rafe’s nose,” Pope blurts out before JJ can finish. JJ’s eyes go wide, and the words just start tumbling out of him, “He started talking shit about us and the whole kooks versus pogues thing and you and-- and I just got so pissed off I broke his nose.” 

When he looks, JJ is staring at him slack jawed in wide eyed awe. 

“Don’t just stare at me,” Pope says, feeling just a little bit hysterical, “Say something!” 

JJ blinks, like he has to take a minute to compose himself. 

“Pope,” he says, completely serious, “That was the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

And Pope laughs. He can’t help it. All the adrenaline and anxiety and everything leaving him in one rush of air. 

“I’m serious!” JJ says, almost indignantly, even as he’s fighting a smile of his own, “It was hot!” 

Pope throws his head back and laughs hard, even if it hurts his ribs. He misses the look of pure relief and maybe something more on JJ’s face as he does. But when JJ laughs too, Pope feels something heavy finally slide off his shoulders. 

Later, when they’re back at the chateau and John B and JJ were running to the store to get medical supplies -- the cut on his forehead doesn’t need stitches (thank god) but it definitely needs more than just a flimsy bandaid -- Pope decides to say something. 

Both he and Kiara are sitting on the couch next to the coffee table in the chateau, and Kie had just handed him a ziplock bag full of ice and wrapped up in a dish towel for his eye when he says, “Can I tell you something?” 

“Of course,” Kiara says as she sits down next to him, one leg folded under the other. She cocks her head to the side at his tone, “Is everything okay?” 

“Everything’s fine,” Pope says quickly, and when Kie’s suspicious look only deepens, Pope sighs, then takes a breath. 

“I like JJ.” he says, and Kie laughs.

“Of course you do,” she says, “Everybody likes JJ.” 

“No, Kie,” Pope shakes his head, then gives her a look, hoping she gets it, “I like JJ.” 

A confused sort of smile starts to grow on her face, “What do you mean?” 

“I mean--,” he starts, then stops. He takes a minute to gather his thoughts, and starts again in earnest, “I like it when he wears my sweatshirt. It makes me feel-- it makes me feel warm. Do you know what I mean? Like he’s carrying a piece of me wherever he goes. Like if I know he’s wearing something of mine, it’ll keep him safe. And I know that’s stupid but it’s true.” 

“I want him to be happy,” and Pope smiles now, “I like it when he smiles, especially when it’s with his eyes. Have noticed that? When he’s really happy about something, like when we’re surfing or just hanging out by the campfire or something, he smiles with his eyes. And I like his freckles. And his hair. And his eyes. I just--,” 

“Holy shit,” Kiara cuts him off, and when Pope looks, her smile is something genuine and a little disbelieving, but kind, too, “You like JJ. You like like JJ. 

“Yeah, Kie,” Pope breathes out, a smile of his own finding a home on his face, “I like like JJ.”

Kiara’s smile turns giddy, and then she’s springing up and running to the kitchen. 

“What are you--,” Pope starts to ask, but she’s already gone with a quick “hang on one second!” 

Pope watches with a bewildered smile as Kie gathers up a few -- and by a few Pope means a lot --  bags of snacks and two beers into her arms before she comes running back and dumps it all on the table and sits back down with a huff. 

“Okay,” she says, and as she hands Pope one of the beers, her smile is encouraging and kind and everything that makes her Kie, “Tell me everything.” 

part four is here!

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[maybebanks]

He’ll Find Another

JJ Maybank x (kook) reader

You flopped on your bed, letting out a loud sigh as you fought the urge to giggle and scream like a little girl.

You look up at the your bedroom ceiling, staring at the painted stars that had been there ever since you were little.

“Why are you so excited?” Your little sister says, entering your room, plopping down at the edge of your bed.

You quickly get up, “Promise not to tell?” You whisper.

She raises her eyebrow, “sure! Pinky?” She offers.

You both lock pinkies and seal it with a kiss on your thumbs.

“Spill!” she demands.

“Shh!” You reprimand, closing the door.

“So...you know JJ?” You say, blushing.

“That guy who mows our lawn-“ your sister starts but you cut her off.

“Yes, but he’s not just that...he’s super sweet and protective...” you say dreamily.

“Oh my god! You have a crush on him?” She says surprised.

“We’ve been hanging out...in secret,” you explain.

“Holy shit! You know, I heard you climb out your window that one night-“ she begins but you cut her off again.

“Today he saved me from Rafe...and then...he kissed me!” you say, beaming. It was like you were a school girl, god you have to get a hold of yourself.

“Where? At the beach kegger?” She asks, confused on how you were describing the scene as super romantic.

“No! We were on the front path. He walked me home,” you describe.

“You are whipped,” she mutters.

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes, “I just...it felt so different. He’s so genuine, not like Topper, or Rafe...” you say, listing all the guys you’ve known, it was as if you were expected to date them, being a kook in all.

“Alright, well I’m going to bed,” your sister says, jumping up.

“See ya,” you reply, then tuck yourself into your covers, the butterflies in your stomach still evident.

—

“Good morning!” You say to everyone, your father, older brother Jason, and your sister were sitting at the table and your mother was cooking breakfast.

“Sit down, darling,” your father orders, gesturing to the chair beside him, he hasn’t made eye contact with you yet.

“No thanks, I am going to meet Kie-“

“Today is an important day for me, have a seat and join us for breakfast. I can’t have you going off today,” he said sternly. He was a business man with a reputation to uphold, and for some reason, he was restricting your privilege, he barely knew you were spending time with Pogues.

You roll your eyes and sit down, faking a smile to your father.

You grab a piece of bacon off the center dish and take a bite, receiving a scold for your mother.

You look up at your siblings, your brother Jason was wearing a polo, ready to golf or something.

You locked eyes with him and gestured to popping his color. He gives you a dirty look, and you laugh.

You look at your sister, you holds out her hand and kisses it, making loud kissing noises with her mouth.

‘Shut up!’ You mouth the words.

Jason looks at you funny, you shrugged at him as if you didn’t know what your sister was doing.

About half an hour later, breakfast was finally coming to an end.

Suddenly, the sound of a lawn mower starting erupts from outside, your brother has left the room and so has your sister.

Your heart started beating as soon as you saw JJ, he was wearing a grey muscle tee, looking hot as ever.

“Okay Dad, I’m going to Sarah’s,” you say quickly, getting up and about to head to JJ.

“Not so fast, young lady,” he stops you.

“Why?” You question.

“Your shoulders are burning from all that surfing. I’m not letting you leave the house without sunscreen,” he replies.

You roll your eyes.

“Listen to your father, honey,” your mother says.

“Alright, sorry,” you say and make your way towards the stairs.

Quickly ascending them and running to the bathroom where your sunscreen was, there also just happened to be a window, with a clear view of JJ.

When you peaked your head out to check, you noticed your father speaking to him, and JJ looking concerned.

You pushed open your window and listened closely.

“I’m regret to do this, but I’m going to have to let you go,” your father says.

“What-Sir..why? I need this job...” JJ asks, utterly confused as to why he was being fired.

“It’s a matter of safety,” your father explain.

“Safety? Who is unsafe?” JJ asks, raising his voice slightly.

Your father doesn’t answer his question, he just pulls out some money and hands it to JJ, “this is this weeks payment...”

You didn’t stop to keep listening, needing to confront your dad on the mistake he was making.

Once you arrived downstairs you were too late to catch JJ.

“Dad! Why did you just fire him?” You ask angerly, “JJ did nothing wrong or unsafe, what the hell was that bullshit!” You shout.

He approaches you equally as angry, then, in the heat of the moment, grabs your wrist tightly and pulls you closer to him, “no daughter of mine will speak to me that way! And I will surly not have you messing around with boys like Maybank,” he seethes.

You were frightened, “what-what do you mean?”

He lets go of you, “we are not having this discussion any longer, put on a skirt and cancel your plans with Sarah, you are going to the country club with Jason and Rafe Cameron,”

“No!” You shout, Rafe had always creeped you out, but at least Jason would be there.

He squeezed your wrist tighter, “this is not a choice,” he says, then finally let’s go and walks off. Leaving your wrist burning red.

You went upstairs, fighting tears, still confused and upset for JJ, your father didn’t know what it was like for a pogue, this job, was something JJ needed.

—

“What’s up with you, pretty girl?” Rafe asks you, looking back at you from the passenger seat.

“Nothing,” you mumble, rubbing your wrist, making sure to cover the newly forming bruise.

“Is this about that Maybank guy Dad just fired?” Jason asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Maybank? As in that pogue JJ?” Rafe scoffs, him and JJ were kind of enemies.

“Dad fired him for no reason! He needed the job,” you express, “it’s just fucking unfair,”

“Why do you care?!” Rafe asks, “a girl like you doesn’t have time for guys like JJ,” you could hear the hatred in his voice.

You rolled your eyes, and scoffed at Rafe, you didn’t think you were better then the pogues just because you were richer.

He leaned back and placed a hand on your knee, you gave him a weird look.

“Wouldn’t want that pretty face to get dirty, from associating with the Pogues,” he says, his hand inching up your thigh.

“Fuck y-“ you start but Jason cuts you off.

“Hey, cool it Rafe that’s my sister!” He says, punching Rafe gently in the chest.

“Alright, alright,” Rafe chuckles, winking at you.

“He’ll find another job, Y/n,” Jason says, trying to comfort you and end the conversation.

Y’all had arrived at the country club.

—

You practically hid in the locker room the whole time, trying to call JJ and explaining to Sarah what happened with your dad.

Soon it was around 5:00pm and time to leave, you wasted a whole day, a day where you could have been out on a boat, or surfing, or at a bonfire. You wondered what the pogues were doing.

When you found Jason, he was now with Topper too, Him, Rafe, and Topper all got in his car, you followed.

Topper sat next to you in the back seat, you tried to go on your phone the whole time, but it quickly died.

“Yo! I was just like...wham! Hit that pogue in the face!” Rafe shouts happily.

You furrow your eyebrows in concern as they all laugh, the music was blazing some rap.

“Topper? What are you..who did you beat up?” You say shuttering at the thought.

“That punk Pope, from the cut! It was damn easy too,” Tooper smiles, as if it would impress you.

“What the hell! He didn’t do anything!” You defend.

“Aw come on Y/n! It’s kooks vs. pogues, they hit us..we hit them!” Topper explains.

“But-“

“Y/n! Would you stop with the charity act! What are you, banging some pogue?!” Rafe shouts.

“I’m not.” You reply.

Jason turns down the music.

“Wait hold on! You were kissing JJ that one night man, that was you!” Topper says.

You raise your eyebrows, “No I wasn’t!” You lie, they would hate you if they knew.

“Is that why Dad fired him?” Jason asks.

“I-...no,” you mumble.

“Oh my god,” Jason says.

“Pogue slut! Jesus, you fuck John B too? Explains why you hang out with Sarah,” Rafe says.

“What?! No! Fuck you!” You yell.

“You just a fucking slut! Like Sarah! I thought you were different,” he pauses, putting a hand on your thigh, you squirm away, “but your just a little whore!”

A few tears involuntarily escape your eye, Jason wasn’t sticking up for you, these boys had their grudges, and now, you had yours.

At the stop sign, you quickly jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut. Then ran in the direction of the Cut. Where you thought they wouldn’t follow you.

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling as you ran farther and farther away, you had only been to John B’s house twice, and you really wanted to talk to JJ. And JJ never told you where he lived.

After a while of searching, your tears dried and you finally arrived at JB’s chateau.

You knocked on the door and Kie answers. Immediately you wrap your arms around her and start crying again.

“Hey! Y/n? What’s wrong?” She asks.

“They hate me, the kooks hate me, and I hate them!” You cry, your sleeve riding up as you hugged her.

“What did they do?” Sarah asked, coming from inside.

“Topper and Rafe. They beat up Pope, and then called me a slut for caring, they accused me of sleeping with...whatever. It’s not a big deal I just can’t deal with everyone trying to control me,” you explain.

“I’m sorry,” they say, hugging you again.

“And my dad-“ you start quietly. But pope interrupts you.

“Y/n?” He asks. You rush over to him.

“Are you okay?!” You ask inspecting his face, “those fucking bastards,” you mumble.

“It’s fine,” Pope says.

“No it’s not fine! They caved your face in!” You yell.

Pope looks at the floor, “don’t worry, we-“

“Pope!” JJ cuts him off before he reveals anything.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” JJ asks, he looked sad.

“I just needed, to talk to you...” you say, feeling as if they didn’t want you here.

“Did Rafe do that?!” He asks, pointing down at you.

“Do..what?” You ask, frightened. Pulling your sleeves down.

“You know what I mean,” JJ says, walking closer.

“Can..can we talk-outside,” you ask, shuddering.

“Yeah, of course,” JJ responds.

Once you are alone you pull him close into a hug, “I’m so sorry my dad fired you. It’s all my fault. I tried to stop him...but he got so..mad. I’m sorry,” you apologize.

“It’s not your fault,” he says, rubbing your back, then he pulls at your wrist, slowly removing the fabric of your sleeve.

“He did this?” JJ asks.

“No,” you lie, “I tripped on the..thing,” you lie, you were ashamed of what you made him do, JJ didn’t need to know.

“Y/n I’m not stupid. I’ve seen this before,” he says, tracing the finger marks.

“I don’t know what your talking about,” you brush it off.

“Y/n,” he says sternly.

“Don’t worry, JJ!”

“I do worry! I worry you’ll end up like me! The only way I can let go of my dad is when I’m high or..when I’m with you,” JJ exclaims.

“I-you...” you didn’t need to ask, you knew what he meant.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands and he lifted you by your waist, colliding your lips together.

“I’m going to get you your job back.”

PART 2

#jj maybank #obx imagine #obx fanfiction #obx netflix #jj imagine jjxreader obx #obx jj maybank x you #outer banks #obx jj #outerbanks #jj outer banks #rafe cameron #kooks vs pogues #the pogues #the kooks

[notreallifeliving]

polgannon: investigation progress #2

i’ve finally visited every household in polgannon! it’s been a while since i last did this, so here’s what i’ve learned:

firstly, while the autopsy put blaise’s time of death at any point between 14:00-18:00, i’ve concluded that he must have been dead before 15:00 that afternoon. alan trelawney saw him heading up to the stones at 14:15, and given that he knew he was going to meet someone there, he wasn’t the type of person to around for long if they didn’t show up about the same time - certainly no longer than half an hour or so

- i ruled rozen nancarrow out as the murderer after learning breoc warne had been following her around from 14:30 onwards, but having played her i can see she also no longer held a grudge against the man. seth nancarrow was similarly indifferent towards blaise, and regardless was seen at the village green sometime between 14:30-15:00 that day, ruling him out too

- karenza tremain is the mother of one of blaise’s many illegitimate children, but appears not to harbour any ill will towards him. besides, she was at the school until around 15:15 the day of the murder, which gives her the same alibi as that of the students

- jory boscowan definitely had reason to want rid of blaise, was vague about his whereabouts that day, and would be high up my list of suspects - except, breoc warne & mellyn morgan both saw his boat out at sea at 14:00 & 15:00 respectively, which puts him well away from the crime scene at my estimated time of death

- cedric chesney has no alibi at all before 16:00 that day, which sets off some alarm bells. he was one of the many people whose jobs were threatened by blaise, so the motive is there, but despite his tendency towards extreme views and prejudices, he truly is a pious man at heart. would he really commit murder, believing he’d likely face judgement for it in the afterlife? i’m unsure. i haven’t, however, ruled him out as an accomplice - his hatred for rozen nancarrow and the coincidental placement of occult items at the crime scene seems almost too convenient

- alan trelawney is another person who had bad blood with blaise in the past, but now seems to be mostly over it. he was the last person to see blaise alive, but given he ran into abbie cardew almost immediately after that i don’t see any way he could’ve had time to follow blaise and murder him without being seen

- the tremethyks, davyth & eva, were both shifty about their activities that afternoon. eva claimed to be home all afternoon, before davyth insisted that she wasn’t. why was he so certain? because he had to make sure she was out before inviting his lover carrow penhaligan over!

- so we know why davyth lied, but what about eva? her hasty correction that she was in town around 15:00 was confirmed by breoc, who saw her at the café on the high street, but interestingly there are no reports of her in or around town at any point before or after that. i suspect eva’s big secret is that she’s behind the charity embezzlement scam, although whether that has anything to do with the penhaligans i can’t work out yet...

- marrek & senara nicholls are probably the least suspicious people from what i can tell. marrek joins the long list of people blaise picked a fight with, but has a watertight alibi for the afternoon in that he was at work until at least 15:00 accompanied by chesten clesek, his secretary, and cadoc morgan, whose lease he was renewing for the pub

- cadoc himself has the same alibi as marrek, and neither of the two has reason to lie on behalf of the other. his wife mellyn morgan was with hedra cardew that afternoon at the boathouse café, which puts her in the same position as jory - they were at the furthest point in town from the crime scene at the most likely point the crime occurred, so i’m ruling them out too

- richard carlyon is an interesting case, because we know for sure he lied in his statement. this would make him suspicious, except margaret james’ investigation revealed that he used his room at the golf club around 14:30, and that he wasn’t alone...putting two and two together, it’s pretty obvious that he was with adele ballantyne, who in turn lied on her own statement to keep their affair quiet. what this does mean, though, is that neither of them were up at pol stones murdering blaise...

- arthur hammett has an entirely different motive than most for wanting revenge on blaise, in that he strongly suspects blaise of being involved in the death of both their wives! he’s definitely on my list of suspects, but the issue is establishing a timeline given that he was undoubtedly working in his shop for most of the afternoon. much like cedric, i can’t see him doing the deed himself but i haven’t ruled out his being in on it

- i instantly dismissed gwen jago, who wasn’t even in polgannon the afternoon of the murder, but cordelia curnow by her own admission has a pretty tenuous alibi. fortunately for her, the short time she does have an alibi for (she left home to visit leonard pascoe from around 14:45-15:45) probably includes the time of the murder

- speaking of leonard pascoe, he seemed to be one of the few friends blaise actually had in town, and that’s only because leonard gets on with everyone! again, he’s not a suspect in the murder, not least because he was with cordelia curnow at the time

now that i’ve played a full rotation, a number of alibis have been verified and some of the questions i had last time have been answered: we know why richard carlyon lied to the police, and it wasn’t because he’s the culprit. we can also guess why blaise penhaligan was in possession of the wasp killer, and that in itself provides a couple of people with motives for his murder. so what now?

with the information gathered up to this point, i narrowed down my list of suspects to 6 people whose timelines and alibis i still wasn’t sure of: carrow, caroline, cedric, tomas, eva, and arthur. in the next round, i’ll be revisiting ruan & margaret’s notes to establish who had at least ~45 minutes early that afternoon where they were unaccounted for, and attempting to find that elusive murder weapon!

(disclaimer: at the time of writing this i’d already submitted one guess to jennamaxon, and i got it wrong! i’ve since guessed again but have yet to have it confirmed or denied. however, i will not be revealing the culprit on this blog even if i do solve the mystery, so as not to ruin it for anyone who may yet still play!)

#j plays #polgannon #ts2 #custom neighbourhood #polgannon spoilers #spoilers below cut #obviously #don't read if ur actually planning to play this hood at some point #last warning ;) #super long post wow

[teaandgames]

Review - Yakuza 3 Remastered (2009 - 2019)

My quest to break every single bicycle in Kamurocho has reached an interesting point. Yakuza 3 Remastered. When talking about the Yakuza series, this seems to be the point where people make that little waving motion by their throats and talks about ‘skipping’ come into play. In the beautiful landscape that is Yakuza, it seems to be the consensus that Yakuza 3 is the nadir. So it was with some trepidation that I fired it up for the first time, expecting a lesson in frustration and disappointment.

It wasn’t that. Certainly, it was a bit of a drop down from the heavy-hitter that was Yakuza Kiwami 2 but that’s to be expected. This isn’t a new game built on the ashes of the original, it’s just a remaster. A new coat of paint and some PC optimisation. Once you get past that though, you’re left with a fairly pleasant game. I can understand why people are down on it but for those of us new to the series - who were left with a hole in our heart after Kiwami 2 - then Yakuza 3 will satisfy. For casual fans of the series though, I wouldn’t blame you for giving it a miss.

Let’s unpack that thought by breaking it down into the three main parts of a Yakuza game: the combat, the side content and the plot. We’ll start with the bit that everyone knows about. The punching, the kicking and the bicycles. Yakuza 3 takes us back to the good old days of the Dragon Engine, before Kiwami 2 filled all its enemies with helium and replaced Kiryu’s fists with jackhammers. It’s actually quite refreshing to be back, especially as we have a few new Heat Actions to play with.

If you’re unfamiliar with these, you basically manauevor an enemy into position, press a button and watch as Kiryu gives your enemy a slow, painful death. It’s nice. A personal favourite of mine was used when running towards four enemies. Kiryu decides a takes a leaf out of anime and flashes between enemies with supersonic speed, knocking each to the ground. Couple that with the usual strike-block-parry system that the Dragon Engine brings in, and you have a fairly satisfying game.

Keep in mind though that this is no Yakuza 0. At this point, it’s still finding its feet. As such, it brings along a few annoyances for the ride. The most notable being the blocking. This is usually the primary reason that people hate on Yakuza 3. Every single bloody enemy blocks. Even your lowest, gruntiest nobody seems to be able to block the heavy blows of 'punch-out-a-tiger’ Kiryu. This makes fights take twice as long, even when enemies aren’t stunlocking you. See, when you knock enemies into walls, you can keep hitting them until they eventually drop. Regrettably, they can do the same to you. Ouch.

So the combat is okay, nothing amazing. Let’s check the side content next, because I want to save the plot until last. Well, it’s clear that Yakuza 3 is trying to push the boat out when it comes to stuff to do. We’ve got the usual pool, darts, bowling and baseball. Golf also returns, but this time it’s a full on golf course. Multiple clubs, windspeed, flagpoles in holes, the whole nine yards. It’s nice. As is the Coliseum, which is pretty identical to how it was in the Kiwami games. We even have a precursor to the hostess club mini-game found in the later titles. Essentially, you work to turn a single hostess into the best one around by dressing them up and teaching them how to chat to men. It’s not really my cup of tea.

The side stories are more why I’m here but they’re a bit of a mixed bag. There are some nice ones, such as the ones surrounding Kiryu’s orphanage. Oh yeah, he has an orphanage. We’ll get to that. Far too many of them are just excuses for a quick fight though, without much substance. There are some massive exceptions of course, including the almost Ace Attorney-esque side quest where we investigate a murder in Cafe Alps. Like everything else though, the side content in Yakuza 3 Remastered falls short of greatness, relying too much on the classic ‘Kiryu gets scammed’ plot point.

Well if the combat and side content doesn’t quite blow me away, what about the plot? Oh boy. To damn with faint praise, it had a lot of potential. It opens with our man Kazuma Kiryu leaving Kamorocho to run an orphanage in Okinawa. This section drags on a bit but it sets the scene wonderfully, and Downtown Ryukyu has a very different feel to Kamorocho. It was quite refreshing. Unfortunately, it’s when Yakuza 3 tries to bring in its conflict that everything gets a bit muddled. It starts off with Kiryu’s land being threatened, due to a pair of politicians attempting to force through expansion plans in Okinawa. That’s pretty fertile ground for a plotline, to be honest.

But this is a Yakuza game of course, so the Tojo clan must swing into things. A chairman gets shot, everyone is trading insults and Goro Majima continues to be an extremely handsome man. The usual tangle of families and backdoor schemes that the Tojo clan brings along is then further complicated by the introduction of the honest-to-goodness CIA, who are tracking an international weapons dealer. This leads Kiryu to talk to one of the big politicians. They even bond for a moment. A shame then the man is never brought up again after the act ends.

It’s a shame all around really, because the orphanage side of things sets up some heavy, emotional gut punches. Kiryu is just a sweet man who cannot catch a break, no matter what he does. It’s a shame this part of the plot is wrapped up in so many other threads. It hurts the main antagonist the most. A smart, well-spoken man who had the potential to act as another foil to Kiryu, especially given the key points in his backstory. Instead, he’s shunted to the background until the last quarter of the game, losing out on some key characterisation. His potential is wasted with his ending obvious from ten miles away.

I really want to be able to recommend Yakuza 3 Remastered. It’s a good remaster, if nothing else, with the graphical downgrade from Kiwami 2 not being that noticeable after a while. Unfortunately, it’s far too unfocused. The combat brings along too many frustrations, the side content too often falls into a set formula and the plot tangles things up too much. I’m fond of it, but I can’t say it blew me away. Still, take comfort in the fact that a weak Yakuza game is still head-and-shoulders above many others. Plus the Tiger Drop is still broken as hell. We’ll always have that. Pros - The combat is exciting, with some great heat actions, but... - The side content is nice and varied but... - The plot has a lot of potential but... - Some good new characters (can’t say more though!) - A decent remaster - fair graphics and no performance issues. Cons - ...A lot of the fights are frustrating due to blocking and stunning. - ...the sidestories fall back into some bad habits. - ... it juggles too many plotlines and can’t keep them all up. Yakuza 3 Remastered Developer: Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio Publisher: SEGA Release Date: February 26th 2009 (original), August 20th 2019 (Remastered) Play it on: PlayStation 3, PlayStation 4, Xbox One, Windows Played on: Windows

#Yakuza #Yakuza 3 #Yakuza 3 Remastered #Gaming #Video Games #Action #Sandbow #Review #Kamurocho #SEGA #Ryu Ga Gotoko #PS3 #PS4 #Xbox One #Windows

[theouterbankpogues]

kie and jj (+pope) after the movie night fight in episode 4

hehe first piece of ff for this fandom! excited and ready for all the slow burn, angst and character development. let’s all pray for that s2, but until then, here’s a little fic! any love is so greatly appreciated :))

pope decides to head back home after the fight and get some sleep because he has too much anxiety to stay in figure 8 after what happened with topper, rafe and kelce. after driving pope back home, kie decides to drop jj off until she realises how badly he’s bruised. what i imagine the rest of the night looked like for jj, pope and kiera

author : theouterbankpogues aka vi

fandom : kie x jj | outer banks on netflix

tags : mostly fluff

warnings : none

kie, pope and jj get back onto the mini-van and the adrenaline causing her heart to beat in her ears starts to subside 

she’s starts the engine, despite the pain, bruising and soreness setting in, pope and jj can almost feel her anger from the driver’s seat

“what the fuck did you do to them you assholes? you almost died tonight, are your egos as fucking big as your will to die? what the fu-”

“those damn kooks beat up pope with their golf clubs kie! were we just supposed to fucking take that?” “what the fuck did you say?”

the air got tense suddenly, kie’s anger seemed to shift, she pulled the brakes and the mini-van came to a halt underneath a flickering lamp post

she looked backed at them, her expression had softened; pope took it as an invitation to continue “i was just doing the delieveries for my dad and they ambushed me, said ‘no pogues on this side of the island’” he drew out a long sigh, “i was tired kie, tired of them always fucking winning, always getting the best of me”

“we sank the boat, topper’s new stupid wavesetter”

kie was quiet for what seemed like forever, pope and jj seemed to nervously glance at each other without knowing what else to do

“oh you absolute fucking justified idiots” she couldn’t help but leap out of the front seat and pull them both into a hug, she seemed to let go of a breath she didn’t even know she was holding 

after a string of moans and chuckles, she let them go, “the security cameras were out right?” “we think so” “you think so? god jj i swear-”

“don’t worry okay, they were out... theY were oUT!!”

she slapped them both across their non-bruised arms (she checked) and at the cue of their strangled string of curses, started driving again; “do y’all want to stay over at my house? i could sneak you in, it’s late and i just don’t want y’all to be alone right now.”

pope and jj couldn’t be more thankful for kie sometimes, but for pope, today wasn’t one of those days; ‘nah kie, i need to get home, i just need some sleep in my own bed, one that’s no where close to where those kooks imagine coming. i almost died tonight, safe to say i wanna wake up to my mom’s cooking’

so in ten minutes, she drops pope off and gives him another tight hug, just for her own comfort, to know that he was alright, that whatever they did, they were gonna manage it all together. 

she goes to close the mini-van door and that’s when she really sees how badly jj was also ambushed in the fight, he groans as he tries to beat her to closing the door. “uh uh, there’s no way you’re going home like this, how bad does it hurt?” it’s not as bad as it-” “stop bulshitting me, you have a bust lip and i saw kelce get some good hits to your stomach, do you even have a first aid kit back home?”

the pointed tone she used with him and the pain of the bruising willed him to shut up and accept his fate he was secretly (and genuinely) sort of thankful for it, he really didn’t want to go home

after sneaking into the house and successfully into her room, kie switches on a lamp light; “i’m gonna go get the first aid kit, go take a shower so i can put something on your wounds” she whispers while tossing a towel to jj, she used the same pointed tone that made it non-negotiable, he sighed

“a pair of track-pants and a hoodie are on the second drawer on the left, you’re my size, it should fit.” she says as quiet remark while closing the door behind her 

when she re-enters the room, she finds a very half-naked jj setting the towel aside. he knowingly smirks at her.

she does try to will a pool in her stomach she doesn’t recognise, her friends were all so goddamn attractive omg

“oh shut up you asshole” 

jj tries to keep his heart steady at her voice slightly strained like that, what was that? 

she gestures him onto the bed and he obediently sits opposite her. the mattress sinks at his weight almost too comfortably; it was something jj was still getting used to, they’d been friends for so long but her privilege always stunned him. 

she handed him some vaseline and gestured to his lips, “it’ll make sure the rest of your lip doesn’t dry out because of the cut, you’ll thank me tomorrow” 

she actively pretends not to notice how soft his lips looked under the dim light and how intently his blue eyes were staring at her

“yes ma’am” 

she tries not to grin at how that nonchalantly makes her heart flutter, god he was such an idiot

she moves on to examine his torso, there was a littering of small pale-blue and purple bruises on him 

she carefully begins to work her way through them with some cotton balls and ointment

jj finds it so weird how gentle she is, her brows are furrowed in concentration and she hums in satisfaction as she does every two or so bruises

he can’t help but think of how beautiful she is, just so purely beautiful and so so cool. her hair was so curly and her skin looked so soft...

sure she’d done this before - pope, him and jb had gotten into so much trouble in the last few years, but a year without her making sure they were okay had weirdly changed it

he realises how much he missed her not being there the last year she spent full kook

their comfortable silence, with her tending to the bruises and jj thinking about her the shenanigans they’d managed to get into over the years, was only broken when she stood back up to re-pack the first aid kit

she continues “im gonna go shower, you can take the bed, i’ll just sleep on the couch”

“no it’s okay, i’m definitely taking the couch-”

“my house my rules asshole, you’re taking the bed”

and there was that tone again, only his exhaustion seemed to give him courage to retort

“kie i’m not letting you sleep on the couch, we can share the bed” jj didn’t even realise those words coming out until they did 

kie tried not to make it a big deal, she was taken a back sure, but she was chill..... so chill

“okay then, sharing it is”

that’s when jj registered their exchange

ten minutes later, after she had changed into some pj shorts and a t-shirt, she realised jj still hadn’t put a shirt on and was asleep soundly under the comforter

as soon as he felt the comforter dip next to him, he turned to face her, mostly asleep kie ignored her heart racing

“thank you” 

jj slept so incredibly peaceful that night 

ofc they woke up comfortably snuggling, they swore never to speak of it again

#this was half a squad fic and the other half a jj x kiera fic #i aim to please lmao #yeah and this is pretty long #but i think its worth it #i ship jj with literally everyone dont @ me #this seemed so cute to me #am i invested in them? not necessarily #but they are so fucking cute too #they he clung to her in that hot tub? BRUH #i kinda died #i love all their dynamics so much!! #jj x kiera #kiera x jj #outer banks #netflix outer banks #outer banks hc #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks ff #kiera x jj ff #kiera x jj hc #user:theouterbankpogues

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TWD 10x14: Details

Okay, let’s talk details! I’ll try to cluster these by character:

Negan/Daryl:

When Carol goes to see Negan and make a deal with him, he says he wants, “a T-bone, a beer, and a scoop of Rocky Road. 

Naturally, the beer reference caught my attention. But it also occurred to me that Rocky Road is ice cream. So, we can obviously link the beer to Beth, and the rocky road could be a reference to Daryl’s frozen yogurt “I never.” I don’t know how to work the T-bone in. Maybe it’s less about the meat and more about the T. As in, a cross. (@frangipanilove​ also pointed out that as ice cream is frozen it goes with the coolers/frosty cola theory)

Negan says, “I get it,“ at one point. Kind of small potatoes, but Beth dialogue always jumps out at me. During the “I don’t think she’s coming back conversation, Negan gives Daryl a canteen of water. Just the fact that water is involved in the scene is more evidence that this is meant to be a Beth reference. Negan also says, “I’m not bullshitting you.”

I also noted that when the three whispers (rule of threes) kneel to Negan, and he ends up shooting them, there’s only one bullet in the shotgun. I’m not trying to say anything in particular about that. But we can have the “I get it now,“ line, and then there’s one bullet in the shotgun (dude is shot pretty brutally in the face) and then of course there’s everything I talked about yesterday with him saying, “I don’t think she’s coming back.“ Just lots of Beth related details around Negan and Daryl here.

And as I said yesterday, I hope that’s a hint that both of their future arcs will intersect with Beth in some way.

Eugene/Ezekiel/Yumiko:

There’s definitely a fool/foolish theme going on here. I’m not entirely sure what to make of it yet, but it definitely is linked to faith. You often hear phrases about “a fool’s hope.” It just means believing when there’s nothing left to believe it anymore. So, you’re a fool to believe it. But that’s also the strongest form of faith. And we heard this theme over and over again this episode, both from Eugene and from Zeke.

Eugene and the bunnies. Actually lots of interesting symbols in this conversation. He says his mother grew up next to some train tracks, like the ones they’re currently passing. We saw train tracks not only leading to Terminus in S4, but also associated with Beth in Ty’s hallucination in 5x09.

Then he says his mother was a “pistol,” but she used to buy the bunnies for Easter, so he’s come to associate the chocolate bunnies with “family.” Beth, anyone?

Then Yumiko says, “we’re not really on a journey to find chocolate bunnies, are we?” He answers, “No. We’re on a journey for the future hope of mankind.” Yeah, seeing all kinds of Beth symbolism there.

There is that cage full of walkers that Eugene’s group sees. So, we have two walkers in cages and then a bird in the third compartment. I think we could interpret that several ways.

I think this Stephanie thing will lead to Beth and the helicopter group in some way. We just don’t know how, yet. So, the two imprisoned walkers could represent the two sheriffs (Beth and Rick). Then again, perhaps the bird represents Beth. In which case, the two walkers might represent Rick and Zeke, since I think I’ll three of them will be part of the helicopter group and have death fake-outs at some point.

The yellow rope is also interesting. Perhaps it suggests the three of them escaping imprisonment together?

Let’s talk in a little more detail about how they are foreshadowing Zeke’s death fake out. His horse collapses suddenly and Zeke sees a bite on it. I went back and watched the scene where Zeke was fighting the walkers. We don’t actually see the horse get bitten, but at one point, one of the walkers staggers toward Zeke from near where the horse is standing. So, I’m kind of thinking that’s where it happened.

And it’s similar to how they showed Carl getting bitten. As in, they didn’t really show it, but if you know to look for it then you can see where it happened. Zeke is very emotional and sweet with the horse. He keeps telling it, “it’s okay, it’s okay.“ Also Beth dialogue. And then he puts it down.

Another thing that occurred to me is that it’s almost as a parallel to Carol killing Lizzie. I say that because 1) he “puts it down,” obviously feeling heartbroken about it. 2) There’s a flower graffiti on the bridge pillar behind him. And 3) this episode is called, “Look at the Flowers.” Then, as I mentioned yesterday, he tries to get Yumiko to promise to leave him behind if he’s too weak and falls. She says no, but it still feels like something exactly like that might happen.

Yumiko has a cool line. She says, “I don’t know what lies ahead. Probably things none of us can predict. Or imagine.” Yeah, that still make me think we’re looking at a cure arc pretty soon. But it’s just a cool, very hopeful thing to say.

And let’s not underplay the fact that they’re camping under a bridge. We don’t see anyone fall off it or anything, but keep in mind that in Fear, Madison was kind of under/beside a bridge just before she disappeared. And I believe her “death” is a fake out as well.

Let’s address the Princess stuff. Look at the stuff in this picture with this walker. The first thing that struck me was that it’s sitting in a rocking chair. When the Governor went into the retirement home in 4x06, there was a walker tied into a wheelchair. So, different kind of chair, but visually it looks similar.

As I said yesterday, these walkers look a lot like the Rich Bitch walker from the golf club. If you zoom in on the table, there’s actually a mannequin abdomen, just like we saw with the Rich Bitch walker. There are also pink shoes, lanterns, a blue umbrella. Plenty of pink. The two at the table are holding cocktail glasses. Not sure what to make of the guy on the motorized scooter.

Upon seeing all the purple @wdway​ pointed out that purple is an important color where Advent is concerned. Here’s what she found:

So, purple actually heralds the coming of Christ. And blue, well…..

They walk past a food truck. It’s actually a burrito truck in this case, but in Alone, Maggie laid down next to an ice cream truck when she was waiting for Sasha. Because of the water and freeze symbolism around that (think blue coolers and frosty cola) we’ve always seen that as part of the Sirius symbolism.

Beta:

We definitely heard a lot of the hear/see/speak no evil theme. Beta keeps asking the Whisperers around him if they can hear Alpha speaking to him.

(When he takes her head off the pike, he cradles it like a baby. Yikes!)

When he gets to the western saloon place, he finds a note that says these two eyes see one truth.

And let’s talk about this western theme. We’ve seen it a lot in FTWD, and there are hints to it earlier on during S7/8, such as with the Smokey and the Bandit trailer and the Highwaymen. 

@frangipanilove​ found THIS ARTICLE for us in which AK talks about how S11 will have a huge western theme. So, this is all foreshadowing that will be paid off at some point. And let’s also appreciate that the word ‘sheriff’ has its origins in the old west. So while we’re still hoping we’ll see Beth alive before the end of the season, and not face another long hiatus not knowing, this may suggest that S11 will deal with old west things, including, you know, sheriffs. ;D

Inside the saloon, we see tons of interesting symbols. The semi-circular bar looks just like the one Beth looked for booze behind (where she found the peach schnapps) in Still. There is alcohol, spoons, musical instruments and equipment, a music stand, candles, a mini fridge, records, plenty of interesting colors. You name it, it’s a Beth symbol.

 We’re also wondering what he’s called Half Moon. It’s obviously symbolic, and the moon is linked to the Sirius symbolism, both because we saw the moon in Still and because of this picture from 4B of a dog chasing moon. We’re just not exactly sure how to interpret the half-moon thing yet. @wdway did some research I won’t go into here that also links it to Easter and resurrection. Just saying. ;D

There’s a battery next to his record player. And he uses the music to call the walkers. We’ve seen that theme lots of times before, and often associated with Beth stuff. In 4x01 at the Big Spot. With the green Gremlin car at Hilltop in S7, to name a few.

Beta says to Alpha’s head, “Thank you. I see now. Thank you.” Then he fixes half of his broken mask with skin from Alpha’s face. 

Carol:

It struck me that Carol hallucinating Alpha was actually a lot like Daryl hallucinating Merle in S2. Not just because of the hallucination, but also because the hallucination was razzing them, calling them names, and was obviously a representation of their own mind and the worst things to think about themselves.

One detail that jumped out at me is that when Carol is trying to get the boat down, there’s a pink blanket or tarp next to it. I thought of the Pink Theory, of course. Then Alpha says something interesting. She said that Carol even sent a letter to Maggie about Alpha. It’s kind of an interesting detail to throw in, especially because they don’t go into detail about it. It could foreshadow Maggie’s return, but I also think there must be a specific reason they mentioned this. I’m interested to see how that plays out.

The walker that tried to buy Carol crawls out of the river. And when it’s trying to get her, Alpha accounts, one, two, three.

Alpha also says, “My mother used to say everything works out the way it supposed to.” Yeah, that was something Mica said in 4x14, The Grove. Like, those exact words. So it’s kind of disturbing to hear Alpha say them. And that made me realize that her earlier, whiny apology, when she was saying, “I’m sorry you’re mad at me,” was supposed to emulate Lizzie in a super-twisted way. Remember, Lizzie got upset and started crying because she thought Carol was mad at her? Yeah, seriously traumatic, twisted stuff.  

Oh, and there’s another one of those. I caught that Alpha counted after telling Carol to the let the walker bite her. She says, “One…two…three.” I wasn’t sure what that was at first. I was just thinking Rule of Threes. But then I realized. If you go back to episode 4x02, where Lizzie and Mica’s father died, they counted too. They would say, “look at the flowers. One, two, three,” like they were counting breaths to calm themselves. So once again, hearing old lines in Alpha’s twisted voice.

 And one way I could kind of obliquely relate this to Beth is simply to point out that, while a lot of people in the fandom may think this stuff is ancient history, it’s truly not. The characters are still dealing with events from S4 and S5 in a big way. So why would we discount Beth from that? Well, TD definitely wouldn’t. ;D

Okay, Alpha says some really interesting things to Carol (all equally messed up). At one point, she says, “And now you can’t go back. They won’t accept what you’ve done.” So, the Can’t-Go-Back theme. We heard that a lot in S5.

Then she says, “Being out on your own, you’ve tried it before. They always pull you back. Wanting more. Love Motherhood. Death. But they don’t know what you truly want. Admit it. What do you want? What do you want? Say it. Say it.” Carol doesn’t admit to anything. 

And I had to sit and think what it is Alpha’s referring to that Carol wants. At first, I thought maybe it was forgiveness, and really, she needs to forgive herself. But looking at the intersection of the other character journeys, especially Zeke’s, I realized I was wrong. What Carol wants is death. She’d never admit that, even to herself, but she wants it to be overwith. 

And we’ve seen this from her before. She’s not one that would take her own life, but back in 6x16, when the Savior shot her, she was literally begging Morgan to either let her die or kill her. She won’t do it herself, but her world and the things she’s done have become too dark and too much for her to bear, and she longs for death.

Just then, a walker bursts from trees and grabs her. She kills it easily enough, but it reminded me of the walkers coming out of the trees at the gas station in 4x04. And that makes sense because Tyreese was going through much the same thing then as Carol is now, after losing Karen/Henry. And, okay, this is a total side-tangent, but I almost wonder if that was the rationale for putting Tyreese and Carol together in 4b. I mean, they were connected anyone because she was the one who killed Karen. But him transcending what happened and forgiving Carol was kind of a foreshadow of Carol’s much more protracted arc to try and transcend the things she’s done and the things that have happened to people she loves.  

It’s also important to note that this mirrors what I’ve always said about Carol in the Grove. She was talking about Lizzie when she said, “she’s too dangerous to be around people” and that whole speech, but she was also talking about herself. And this is another version of that. Alpha is saying it but that’s Carol’s own inner voice saying everything. So look at some of this dialogue in that light.

“It’s finally time... You always knew how this would end. No one’s coming to save you. Not Ezekiel. And certainly not Daryl. Not after what you did to Connie. Stop fighting. No matter what you do, you lose people. Sophia, Lizzie, Mica, Henry, Ezekiel… And if you go back, Daryl could be next.”

“I could never let that happen.”

“Your track record does not inspire confidence. Just look at the flowers, like you’re supposed to. One…two…three…

Just really interesting.

Okay, I’ll stop there. There’s probably more but you can all study the episode and find it. This is the kind of stuff that’s sprinkled throughout the entire thing and it’s all really interesting.

Thoughts?

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