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You're a bitch²

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female! reader

Summary: JJ Maybank can go fuck you. himself.

Genre(s): smut, a sprinkle of fluff at the end

Warnings: Explicit sex, rough sex, mentions of pain bein pleasurable, mentions of bruises, marks, hickeys, etc.

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A/N: I know this is suuuuper late but what can I say? I got randomly inspired

𓆉︎𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𓆉︎

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Something along the lines of a groan came out of his mouth and it hit you too quick and too hard what you were doing, betraying your brain, satisfying your heart, and feeding your skin, all at the same time. You grabbed onto his hair, you needed him, so much so that the contact was now desperate; you tugged on it with more strength that you planned, you despised him, so much so that it all became too rough.

You had to pull him away from you, "You're a fucking piece shit, Maybank," you let out with a faint voice crack, "You took me for a goddamn fool, I liked you, asshole, I really liked you,"

He grinned proudly, sore lips, flushed cheeks, "Make your mind, gorgeous, where do you want me buried? Six feet deep down the marsh, or inside you?" he trailed his fingers down to your belly.

"Fuck you," there was so much anger in your throat that you were close to spitting on him.

"Just because you asked so nicely," he responded with sarcasm before leaning in for another kiss.

Your arms reached his back, almost crawling at his fair skin, he moaned as he sat you so easily on top of the table, he lifted one of your legs pushing your upper body to be perfectly laid out just for him. He tried to recover his breath now being separated from your mouth only to latch himself onto your neck, he hooked the leg behind him leaving a red print only to quite literally rip apart the shirt that barely reached your hips; he began to move lower moving the fabric out of his way, you read it in his eyes, the pure cockiness coated with bliss when seeing your naked breasts, you then deciphered all the wheels turning in his mind, and yet, you still gasped with surprise when he bit your very sensitive nipples, —Payback— you thought, recalling the nail marks you had left behind.

"Fucking hell!" you yelped in pain nearly being capable of feeling the blood rise up.

He didn't cease, he wasn't willing to until he made sure the entire cut could see from miles away who you belonged to, even if it was for just one night. By the time he stopped, there was sweat spreading all over your forehead, and your eyes were on the edge of tearing up, but you never asked him to stop, you would never ask him to stop.

"'M sorry gorgeous, was that too much?" he taunted, licking his thumb to very poorly massage his doings, only leaving your tits wet at swollen.

He went back up, sweetly joining his lips to yours, but you were bitter about the bruises, about his being on top of you, about still being the very object of your arousal, about everything, so by the time he planned to part, you bit his bottom lip, and this time he actually let out a groan, feeling himself on the edge of bleeding.

"You're still pretty pissed aren't you?" he rubbed the hurt area, "Looks like I'm gonna have to fuck you dumb until you forget," and before you could come up with yet another gut-digging insult, your panties were somewhere on the floor along with his towel.

You gulped, bracing yourself for impact, but ended up frowning when it was his turn to grasp you by the hair, you were too horny and too lost to come up with another way to explain it, but you could feel his willingness to suck the soul out of your mouth, you felt used in a way, what purpose were you serving at that moment if not a pathetic, dripping, warm mouth for his use; it was painful, the way everything clashed and wrecked, ruining each other. He make his words come to fruition, burring himself in an instant, and such a move only brought out of you a moan so loud you could picture it bouncing in the water.

It was so excruciating, so delicious, so agonizing, and so fucking exquisite, what else would you expect out of him? With how much you tortured him by denying this very moment, he desired you so much he considered begging, but this was the better outcome of things.

There was no better way to process it, he was slamming you against the wood with such strength your whines were being covered by the creaking. You could tell your body rushed itself for release, binding the burning pain with the boiled pleasure, and remembering the adrenaline that dragged the possibility of being discovered. You tried, you really tried to put up a fight, holding back when he held himself by your hips, when he began to make unholy noises, and even when his chest could barely keep up with his breathing; he squeezed your collarbone to go impossibly deeper, and by time his tip was kissing your cervix, you very audibly came undone; he very messily continued just to last a few seconds later.

You still dared to prove him wrong, gathering all that was left of yourself to try and shape some semblance of a sentence, but you would only be lying to yourself if you say you could.

He noticed, shaking his head whilst chuckling, "There's nothing to be said gorgeous, you got me to fuck the brains out of ya', you won," he then kissed your temple.

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sorry will never be enough (r.c)

My work is NOT to be transferred, translated, reposted or copied to any other sites without my permission. That is plagiarism. But you can re-blog the heck out of it on here :)

Paring(s): rafe x maybank!reader

Summary: It's been two years since you left the beach, losing everything you've ever known. Now your making your return to outer banks for midsummer's and dating rafe isn't the only shock bound to shake up the small island. (part two of sorry will never be enough)

Warnings: mentions of suicidal thought, angst

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"It's going to be okay, babe." He cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

It's crazy how far the two of have come from that fateful day on the beach. You'd be lying through your teeth if you said it wasn't a rocky start when you moved in. The nightmares that JJ once protected you from now had new knight and shining armor. The meaningless banter now shared with topper instead of the sandy brown haired boy. Never did you think Rafe would be the one thing you had left. That confused your heart especially when he leaned in for the first kiss.

But Rafe was patient with you. He handled every hesitation and every outburst like a gentleman so things began to ease up between you both.

"I just..." you sighed. "After I moved in with you and then leaving the island, I just never thought I would be back. It's a lot to take in. Then add Midsummer's into the mix."

Rafe let out a smooth chuckle. "Midsummer's is the best part. I get to show off the woman I've had the privilege of loving for the past year, dance with her, and maybe even kiss her?" He wiggled his eyebrows, driving you absolutely crazy.

"Midsummer's would be just as great if it was just us." You knew the root of the fear came down to seeing one person. JJ Maybank.

"I already took care of that. He's not allowed back. Not after last year. You weren't there in person, but your heart dropped when Rafe first told you about his encounter with your brother. Still you knew he wasn't telling you everything.

"Where is my sister, you asshole?" JJ seethed at the kook who was calmly relaxing at the bar.

"I'll have a glass of whiskey on the rocks." Rafe wasn't trying to cause a scene. As much as he wanted to beat the living daylights out of JJ, midsummers was definitely not the place and he promised you that he would be on his best behavior. "I see they promoted you from waiter?"

"You probably have her locked up somewhere. You're sick!" The blonde seethed.

"You left her on the beach for some slut, you told her she ruined everything. I don't think you understand the damaged you caused. She's still broken over it."

"Don't call my fiancé a slut." The words caused Rafe to still. That was new information. The kind he wouldn't be the one to tell the girl at home.

"You're unbelievable. You turned your back on your own sister."

"But she has you." His tone was clearly sarcastic. "She turned to you the second I was out of the picture." Jj held onto the hurt and anger from seeing the person he hated most comfort his sister. Sure she was a troubled mess, but he never expected that kind of betrayal.

"Sarah and I may not get along, but she's my sister. Even I wouldn't stoop so low. But then again your a pogue."

JJ's vision turned red as he began to ferociously swing. "Shut the fuck up."

Rafe was stronger, that much was obvious. It only took one hard push to send the maybank off him and to the ground. The elder hovered over him. "I'm not going to hit you, I made a promise and I intend to keep it, but I want you to listen closely." JJ laid on his back, unable to look away. "All she wanted was to do something nice for you and your shitty friends, but Shoupe took her to the station for some bullshit excuse of a crime. She put herself through hell just so you wouldn't be mad at her and disappoint her amazing brother by staying the night in a cell. Then you left her with Luke and she accepted whatever happened because you made her feel like she deserved it. If anyone is the fuck up, it's you. Even I wouldn't leave someone in the same room with your dad."

Rafe sucked in air, gaining some composure before continuing. "Never once has she spoken ill of you and it drives me crazy that she still cares for you. Your sister never wanted to leave outer banks but you made her feel unwanted and unwelcomed in her own home town. That's the kind of power you had over her. She would have killed herself for you if you'd asked. I have seen her grown and grieve. I have seen the hurt and anger she's held onto since she was just a child. I just don't understand how you could be so cruel to someone who loves you unconditionally."

JJ squirmed with discomfort. "Get off me."

"I'm not touching you." Physically that was. He knew his words pinned him in a corner. "Security." Rafe called after his monologue, leaving someone else to deal with the collateral.

JJ felt every calculated jab, knowing it was all his fault. He lived with pain every day. Sipped the same beer on the same couch his dad once did. 'High functioning' as he would call it, but everyone could see the distructive path he was taking. He was still in shock by the idea of his sister still loving him after what he did. No one would ever love him like that. No one should ever. It would cause them pain and heartache.

Rafe walked away satisfied, alerting JJ's work of the incident, resulting in termination. Part of Rafe felt a tinge of guilt, but after everything that happened, he knew you deserve more and JJ deserved to suffer.

"Do you think he's happy?" You sighed out. Last you heard, he was working at a mechanic shop and still dating Scarlet. You were shocked by how serious he seemed about her. Maybe his flings never lasted because of you. Now that you were gone, someone was able to fully love him. The pain settled in your chest, pressing against the bone in between. Nothing could stop the few tears that slipped out, not even when Rafe pulled over to wrap you in his arms.

"You're the kindest person I know and it hurts to see you get like this."

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to get like this."

Rafe cut you off. "There's nothing to be sorry for."

"It hurts to think it really meant nothing to him. I've reached out from time to time, but it's like talking to brick wall. I ruined him, didn't I?"

There was nothing Rafe could say to make you feel better and you hated making him feel helpless. It brought comfort to know he was there, but he would never understand where you were coming from. JJ had always been there. He took care of you when your mom left, or when Tommy Johnson broke your heart in 8th grade. He put up with you for so long and deep down you didn't want to believe he hated you, so you held on to the hope of reconciliation. That was if he wanted anything to do with you now.

"I love you, Rafe. I really do. And I want to make this a good trip back. I thought it wouldn't be as bad."

You could feel his smile lines move small sections of hair ever so slightly. "You have no idea how much I love you, sweetheart. If you want to leave the party early, I will be right behind you. Even if you wanted to come later, after the entrance, just know I'll be saving a dance for you."

You let a smile form. "Ain't no way I'm passing up playing kook for the evening." You both shared a few passionate kisses before driving off again.

——

You ran your hands down the front of the royal blue silk dress, the hem resting mid calf. "Can you help tie it again, Rafe?"

He slowly came up behind you in the locker room mirror and granted your wish. No words could describe his thoughts about that dress on you. More so, how it lightly wrapped around every beautiful curve he came to love. Slilently, the man wrapped his around your waist. "It's almost time for our entrance. You sure you want to do this?"

"You're being awarded something. That's important to you and I wouldn't miss it for the world." That was the truth. You would put aside the fear to be there for him, even if it meant death to the old self that everyone used to know.

After he pressed a kiss to the soft skin behind your ear, he began leading you to the patio. You blocked out the sound of the announcers as you scanned the patio for familiar faces. It seemed to be over in a messy blur.

Many came up to you, curious how the pair came to be. Rafe and you decided to stick to a story of him needing a roommate and then falling in love. It wasn't a lie, but no one else needed to know about the messy details.

"Omg!" Sarah squealed walking over as if nothing happened. "I didn't think Rafe was actually bringing you. It's been forever and you just disappear. I had no idea what happened." It was a bullshit lie. Sarah had heard first hand about it from JJ and now she was doing her undercover work for the pogues figuring out why you came back or why you dated Rafe. You saw right through the act.

"That's crazy." You spoke in a monotone cadence. You look up to Rafe as he wrapped an arm around you.

"Excuse me, Sarah. We're gonna head to grab some drinks and a small bite to eat. You and I can catch up later."

"What about-" she began to ask about but quickly got cut off from someone cutting in to ask for a dance. "Bye."

Your breaths became more shallow as the anxiety began to flood you. "She's going to tell JJ I'm here. What do I do?"

"Dance with me, that's what."

He had a cheesy grin on his face, knowing how smooth he sounded.

Rafe spend the whole night with you wrapped in his arms, introducing you to every big name on the island with ease. A few mentioned JJ, but Rafe's glance caused them to shut up quickly.

By the end of the last dance, you were exhausted. So in typical fashion, Rafe hoisted you on his back as he made his way to his truck. "Rafe you're bouncing me and it's upsetting my tummy." You drunkly whined,

"Sorry darling, I'm just wanting to get back to the hotel."

“Whatcha got in mind, solider boy?” You smirk, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“Might crank a little this and a little bit of that.” His fingers dig into your thighs, tickling ever so slightly. You squealed followed by several giggles until you felt your boyfriend freeze underneath you.

“Babe, what is it?” You vision seemed to be blurred by the amount of alcohol, but naturally felt the presences of someone else. You tried to focus your eyes on the other man standing near the car. “JJ.”

Rafe set your feet on the grab, but made sure to stand in front of you for protection. “You shouldn’t be here, JJ.” Rafe spoke up,

“I need to talk to my sister.” Your heart doubled over in pain. Sister. It’s been two years without a word and he left you on the beach. He hurt you so deep and for the longest time you only felt pain and sadness until the numbness kicked in. But all that anger burried deep below made its way up to the surface.

“What the fuck?” You step out of Rafe’s shadow. “What do you possibly have to say to me? It’s been two years. I’ve reached out several times.”

He let out a shaky breath. “I just wasn’t ready, you know.”

“But you’re ready now? When I’m finally happy.”

“You never told me you were coming back.” The tears quickly pooled in your eyes as everything around you started to transform into that day on the beach. The pain when he walked away, the hurt from being left to fend for yourself. Then you remember the way rafe came over and allowed you to hold on to him. So you did so once again, seeking comfort in his warm and in need of some fierce protection. You brain felt scrambled due to the alcohol.

“I just wasn’t ready, you know?” It was clear mockery of his previous statement.

“Sarah texted me that you were here and I just had to see it for me eyes, that you’re really with the kook king himself. You look like you went full kook.”

“Shut up. I wasn’t welcomed as a pogue, where else was I supposed to go.” He just shrugged. “I hated myself because of you.”

JJ looked completely dumbfounded, but built his defenses quickly. “Don’t blame your insecurities on me.”

“You better watch what you say pogue.” Rafe gripped you tighter as he whispered in your ear. “Just say whatever you need to say. I’ve got you, darling. Use your words.”

“JJ, you made me feel unwanted. I was not good enough for my own brother. Of course I hated myself. And you know what sucks? I still do. I spend every day second guessing my actions hoping I don’t ruin someone else.”

“I’m so-”

“Please don’t start, JJ. I’m not even close to saying what I need to. Leading up to coming back, I thought about visiting you and forgiving you, but I was so scared you’d turn me away. That maybe we could find being siblings again, but I decided you should be happy even if that’s without me.”

“You decided that without me and that’s not fair.”

“I’ve done the past two years without you and I’m starting a life of my own.”

His face looked completely defeated. “I want to be apart of it now. I was wrong and it wasn’t really true. In fact I went back for you but by that time Rafe was there and I just hid.”

“You left me with Rafe which is unbelievable. No offense Rafe. But the person who made your life hell.”

“Yea. He made my life hell and I was suprised how quick you turned to him. I thought you hated him, but look at you now.”

“I thought he was you at first and then I realized he was the only one their for me in that moment. I really didn’t have an other options. It was that or killing myself, because I couldn’t ruin anyone else if I was gone.” Rafe stilled. That was new information to him and that very thought broke his heart. “Sometimes I still feel that way and I stand in awe when I think how he loves me even with my mess.”

“You are my sister. My family.”

“Just because we have the same blood don’t mean we relate.” Your breathing grew heavier. “Rafe, I really just want to go. I don’t feel safe.”

He nodded then looked to JJ. “You’ve done enough damage for one night. I need you to step away from our car.”

JJ let a tear slip, completely shattering your heart. As you passed by him, you decided to speak one last time. “I love you, JJ. But I do not want you in my life at the moment. This isn’t me cutting you out for a better life, just setting boundaries so I can heal.”

With that, you hopped in, allowing Rafe to drive off. Once again? JJ was left alone, sobbing. His appology meant nothing this time. Sorry will never be enough.

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🌻

Piano Man- Billy Joel 🎹

I wanna do something. Send me a 🌻 and I'll hit shuffle on my Spotify Wrapped and give you the song that comes up.

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hey love, i hope you're doing well. could u please write something where the reader has trouble sleeping and she's tossing all night so drew just puts her in his lap and he's playing with her hair while slightly swinging back and forth to help her fall asleep? i hope it makes sense. thank you so much. have a nice day<33

TOSSIN’ & TURNING, drew starkey

summary: y/n is tossing and turning in bed all night and drew is not having it

notes: i love this request sm but i’m having writers block so it’s just a lil blurb don’t hate me 😩

warnings: none

HES listened to it all night.

back and forth, side to side.

now he’s had just about enough.

“stop movinggg” drew grumbled to his girlfriend as she turned for that seemed the millionth time that night.

“can’t sleep” y/n sighed turning to face him.

“here”

“wha-” before she could finish her sentence drew brought his hands to her hips manhandling her, not that she minded.

and lifting her onto his hips so she straddled the actor while he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into his chest.

“that’s better” drew smiled holding her close smiling as he felt her snuggle into his chest finally falling asleep for the first time that night.

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🔮 - Blog Recs

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[spinningintheshadows]

Welcome to the Roast of sailnorthreid.

Rules: none but remember this is all in good fun. Roast the shit out of me, I’m sick and need entertainment

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[multifandomwhore-003]

Sunshine, nice to meet you²

Pairing: bisexual! JJ Maybank x bisexual! female! reader because I'm bi and I said so

Summary: You stole JJ's snack for the night, and he's not happy about it

Genre(s): Smut

Warnings: mentions of weed and alcohol, implied smut (fxf), explicit sex, switch! reader, switch! JJ Maybank, fingering.

A/N: Thank you sm @severa-kane for the help, everyone thank her bc this wouldn't exist without her, love you babes.

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Part one on the masterlist!

𓆉︎𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𓆉︎

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The glitch of surprise that suddenly your face presented was new, you were used to saying reckless shit all the time without a second thought or a glimpse of regret, however, you were now both in unknown territory. Perhaps a few sexual innuendos were shared between the two of you a couple of times, but you were always companioned by the other pogues, never in such intimacy or silence despite the music blasting from outside. Your eyes locked with one another; you took a sharp breath and closed your sight which served as a confirmation of a moment of vulnerability, you almost choked on your second hit when you heard the door lock and before you had a chance to protest, he snatched the weed off your fingers.

"What if I do?" Through all the snarkiness and confidence that was now transpiring through his body, his voice managed to betray him with a hint of hesitancy before inhaling the burnt plant.

You gulped, —Better death than a fucking coward— your dad used to say that fucking little phrase all the goddamn time, so much so that he ended up in a wheelchair, but a hero nonetheless, and just like him, those simple words felt right this second like the death of you, "Sure you wanna play the teasing game, Barbie? You won't keep up," you whispered almost campily.

"Words aren't the only thing that I'm good at 'Sunshine'," he grabbed your jaw gently before joining your lips and exhaling in your mouth the dense smoke.

A nerve you had never in your life felt snapped from the bottom of your lip all the way down to your belly while you inhaled rather shyly, an action that could cost you the certitude of your stern glance.

What was it about JJ Maybank that just now, he was the cause of your entire body betraying your very being? Every second of every minute, of every hour, of every day that you’ve spent completely uninterested in him, was now as useless as the effort you were putting into building up the tension. But if you had to, if you really had to, if you were gonna fuck JJ Maybank at the chateau’s bathroom, the least it could be was as fucking earth-shattering as your brain had presented it to you for a while, a really funny contrast to what hanging out with him in a more normal scenario felt like.

If you had to put it in words, JJ Maybank felt like being trapped in a black room filled with neon lights and your favorite songs of all times blasting in your ears, like your favorite breakfast being served to perfection with the strongest and sweetest cup of coffee on the side, like a stormy beach with the most beautiful sunset, like a warm shower at 3 am in the middle of a party; chaotic, comfortable, mesmerizing; you were used to finding comfort in chaos, comfort in who you were, comfort in this specific word that couldn't describe you better.

Perhaps what made this situation appealing was finally seeing the two of you in a different light, desperate, needy, yet still proud enough to contain your impulses, even when you separated, you held back, not out of fear, but out of pure, raw enjoyment that obviously helped to pent up as much anticipation as you could.

"That wasn't too bad now, was it?" you tucked his hair behind his ear, "You still managed to taste what she left on me,"

"Where else is she?" he almost groaned.

"Why don't you figure it out, baby?"

"You would like that wouldn't you?"

"Me?" you asked innocently, "Projecting isn't a good look on you JJ, we both know you've wanted this since before Kiara and I broke up,"

"You've been taunting me for months, you've also wanted this,"

"Maybe, the difference is I haven't done a shit job at hiding it, because I wasn't even trying," you confessed, "Truth is I've been dreaming about it, constantly, I'm surprised you've never noticed considering how loud I sound in my mind," you guessed by his dilated pupils that you've won control, "So, speak now, or forever hold your pea-"

He cut off the distance so brutally you had no choice but to moan in response, out pleasurable pain, the same sensation you were quick to reciprocate by tugging on his hair rather harshly, so much so that he really groaned this time, he proceeded with this mellifluous reaction down your throat without forgetting to ever so slightly press his fingertips on the naked mushy muscles he could reach. You practically ripped his already damaged shirt off, feeling plastic flying out of your almost ancient button-up.

By the time he reached the knot on your bikini he got patient, still wanting to make a full show out of the whole situation, delicately separating the cloth from your breasts and dropping it possibly in the shower. He bent down just enough to have you at the top of his vision. His ragged skin brushed everything in between where he began and his goal. Out of nothing but pure spite, he got knuckle-deep in you without a warning or even so much as a look.

“Fuck,” you murmured holding on to the edge of the stone.

Satisfied with your response he did it again, capturing your lips on his, as you moaned on to him, he started to fuck you with his fingers whilst slightly crooking them to tease your spot. His other hand sneaked behind your neck pulling you closer, he wanted more of you, he wanted all of you, something in his mind could only beg for more, he wanted everything, having power over you, allowing himself to feel powerless, anything he could get to fulfill his pleasure right now and for as long as he could hold on to you desiring him as well.

You gathered all strength you could to start undoing his pants like you had all the time in the world.

“Wasting no time I see, good girl,” he nodded in approval, he only paused for a split second to taunt you more.

You paused at his underwear, just sightly bothering the edge but two could play that game, as if faking lack of skill, he clumsily let his tips dance around your tied bikini pieces, he eventually undid them but not before you lowly whined out of desperation.

“Jesus Christ, ‘Sunshine’, all of this for me? No wonder your mom’s an artist, you’re her ultimate masterpiece,”

You didn't answer, instead hazily wondered why it took you so long to not be such a prideful asshole and get properly fucked by JJ Maybank.

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Sunshine, nice to meet you

Pairing: bisexual! JJ Maybank x bisexual! female! reader because happy pride month

Summary: You stole JJ's snack for the night, and he's not happy about it

Genre(s): pre-smut? Maybe?

Warnings: mentions of weed and alcohol, implied smut (fxf)

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If there was anyone bitchier than the blonde bitch himself would be 'Sunshine', or at least that's how the entire island called you. It began as a simple family nickname that quickly spread to your friends as nothing more than a tease, but it was tossed around so naturally, you would never respond if someone called you by your actual name, you'd even go as far as introducing yourself as such.

"Sunshine, nice to meet you,"

And there wasn't really any irony with the name and your attitude, you were really a positive and nice energy to be around with, if and only if, you liked the person, you weren't rude, just selective. Well, except with JJ, he's a whole different story, it didn't matter the day or the mood, you always loved to get under your skins, although this time maybe you went a bit too far, which is why you ended up sat down in John B's sink with your back pressed against the mirror and his face fuming right in front of you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, what are you talking about?" you doed up your eyes.

"Don't- don't play innocent with me,"

"I-" you chuckled cynically, "I have no idea what you're talking about,"

It began with a normal and casual party at the Chateau, you know, the ones where all the Pogues come. John was being the perfect host making sure everything was in check, Kiara was debating everyone within a six-feet radius, Poe was trying his best with... everyone really, JJ was eyeing everyone that had a heartbeat, and you were at the center of the living room laughing, joking, making conversation. At one point you caught with the corner of your eye the Maybank boy soothing yet another visitor that was sure to stay the night, something lit up inside you as you machinated the idea of stealing her for yourself, so, when he and John went to get more beer, you didn't waste a second to swoop in his place, you offered her a blunt that you both shared in a quieter place. By the time they got here, you were both nowhere to be seen, until eventually, you both came out of the bathroom, Melissa, poor Melissa as a flushing mess with her lips all plumped, her hair in a tangle, and the straps of her sun dress pushed down; you, on the other hand, came out with freshly washed fingers and a cocky smile, and as soon as you came out of the bathroom, you were shoved inside once again and shortly carried to be placed in a more vulnerable position.

"You know you just cost me tonight's snack, right?"

"Real classy Maybank," you frowned, "But honestly, you should be thankful, if anything she's more than ready to continue with anyone,"

He tilted his head in annoyance, "Do you really think I wanna be stuck being second round?"

"Look, I'm not really looking for one of those dick-measuring contests you men love so much to feed you pathetic pride, mostly because even tho I don't have one it still manages to be bigger than any of yours,"

"You don't say,"

"Well, I mean," you grinned, "I just stole the girl, and she was fine as fuck if I say so myself, but you already knew that," you bragged, "You would've loved her, loud but not too loud, whiny, needy, clearly had a praise kink, and her voice, fuck, I don't think my name has ever sounded better," you bit you bottom lip missing her body details, you had to lay off a little.

He bit the inside of his cheek, "You think you're funny?"

"No, I think- No. I know I'm hotter than you," you pulled a perfectly rolled blunt out of your bikini bra, -neat trick, horrible timing- you thought, because it was indeed perfect, worked every time.

"You're fucking insufferable,"

"Oh, relax, there's like at least 50 girls out there who would love to be dicked down by you," you put it between your lips.

"Go to hell," he took a step back.

"Oh, yeah? And where do you think you're gonna end up ol' sport?" you also took out the box of matches, "Because last time I checked," you lit it up, "Us fags aren't going to heaven," you took a hint, relaxing your head back and releasing the air. You made eye contact again, he was still pissed, "Let it go, pretty boy, what are you gonna do about it, huh? Fuck me instead?"

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Okay, I know I'm a fucking tease but in my defense, I have no idea how to continue this, please give me ideas for part 2 otherwise I genuinely won't know how to continue

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fine wine (r.c)

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paring(s): rafe x single!mom

summary: Y/n spends the day with the Cameron girls, while rafe is left with Willow.  (Part four in the WILLOW SERIES)

warning: single parent

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"Maybe I should just stay here, yeah?" Y/n did her best to justify canceling plans with Rafe's family. "Yeah. Me, you, and Willow. Just like every other Saturday."

Rafe chuckled. "We spend every day together with Willow. This will be good for you to get to know Sarah and Rose." Y/n had Wheezie over several times for dinner or to watch Willow while the adults enjoyed a date night.

"I know, but what if something happens to Willow? Or you for that matter? You always find a way to get hurt."

"Only when I want your attention." She playfully hit his shoulder.

"I'm being serious, Rafe. We going to vineyard on the mainland. I won't be able to just check in whenever. I won't be back until late."

"We're going to be alright. Topper is already here and wheeze promises to check in. Not that I haven't watched Willow before, don't you trust me?"

She let out a hefty sigh. "I do. You know I do."

Rafe brushed the back of his knuckles up and down her jaw. "Then what is it? You were excited to hang out with Sarah. Is it Rose?"

"I just- I have never been this far from Willow and I'm not sure I want to be."

Rafe understood where she was coming from. He felt the same way when he had to leave for a business trip or something. It was different for him though because he didn't birth Willow and he hasn't had the privilege of knowing the beautiful young girl for half the amount of time y/n did, although in his mind, he loved her like she was his own. "I'm going to be very blunt. You're gonna have to get used to it. The things I have planned for our honeymoon don't even take place on this continent."

Tears brimmed the mothers eyes. "Willow isn't coming with us?" As quick as the tears fell, Rafe wiped them away.

"We can talk about it later." They have talked about a wedding briefly, but y/n seemed to keep putting it off by down playing the seriousness. Rafe understood how scary it could be and then bringing a kid into the mix, none of it would be a linear plan. "I didn't mean to upset you. This is just apart of life."

"Yeah I know. I'm just overwhelmed." Rafe helpped his girlfriend stand up.

"Let me help you get ready and then you can 'say see you later' to Willow."

"You know I love you and this has nothing to do with your family. I want to spend time with them." She spoke as they went to her room.

Rafe kept the door open as she gracefully sat down on the floor i front of the mirror. He grabbed her hair brush and began running it through the ends. "I know you do and I love that you are willing to give up your time to hangout with them when I am not there. That means the world to me."

Deep down, y/n knew Rafe was and is a family man. The way he deeply wanted to be apart of the Cameron household while still, in a sense, creating his own family bond with Willow and Y/n. It always left her in awe. Rafe chose them. Both of them. And he loved them beyond anything or anyone has ever loved them before.

When rafe was done brushing, he pulled her back into his chest, taking in her sweet, vanilla and strawberry  aroma. His eyes stared at hers through the mirror, both sharing the loving smile. "I am so in love with you. You are my love, my life, and my everything."

Y/n's smirk grew. "I know."

He began planting a thousand kisses on her face, pinning her ever so carefully to the ground. "Do you? Do you really?"

"Yes because I love you ten more times than that." He was so in love with y/n and it scared him, but it began the best feeling known to human kind. It was more addicting than any drug he could ever think of.

Rafe slowly allowed his body weight to press onto hers as she pulled him closer. He connected his lips to hers in a moment of passion.  He wanted her to know just how much she meant to him and how much better his life was because of her.

"I love you, but I need to get ready." She smiled from beneath him.

He gave her one last longing kiss then hopped off her. "I love Willow,  but I love when she's with Topper so we can have moments like this."

"Me too." She started to grab her clothes and head to the bathroom to change. Y/n hadn't let Rafe see her in that way yet and probably wouldn't until she was married. She knew first hand the possible consequences of sex and the silent but powerful bond it could build. She loved him but was beyond scared.

When she came out, Rafe attached his arms around her once more. His girlfriend wore an off white cropped turtle neck, a fall colored plaid shacket, and pair of jeans with holes in the knees. "Are you doing a lot of make up?"

"Just some mascara and tinted moisturizer. Why?"

"You look pretty like this and I have more time with you if you don't."

"I think Willow and Topper are in the play room." The pair when to join the others who were deeply invested in the book, A bad case of the stripes.

Rafe sat down examining the playroom. In reality, this was the master bed room, but y/n claimed it was too big for Willow and she, herself, had no need for the space. Rafe had previously talked with topper in helping put together a room for her while she was out today. He had to get Sarah and Rose in on it to keep her busy.

He wasn't going to do much except get a her a larger bed, better storage, some more personalization, and a few extra gifts. Rafe wanted her to be treated like the beautiful person she is and to allow herself to be put first for once.

"Top, did you ever catched stripes?" Willow shifted in lap to look at him. It was clear to all the adults in the room that the young child had an infatuation with Topper. It was sweet the way Topper just allowed it. Willow had managed to wrap the island's top two toughest guys around her small finger.

"Oh, many times. But it didn't happen with just Lima beans. You have to eat all your vegetables."

"For you, I will." She grinned. "That's what mommy says to Rafe when he tells her to do something,"

"Mommy is a SIMP." Topper kissed the child on the forehead then looked up to the adults.

"She's my SIMP." Rafe wrapped an arm around y/n as they sat on the ground. "Willow, mommy has to go. Can you come bye bye?"

The child slipped off and ran to her mother. "Mommy can I come with you?"

"I wish, but you're gonna hang out with Rafe and Topper all day. I'll be here when you wake up." The young mother's voice was soft with a hint of sadness, but she knew her daughter was in the best hands possible.

"I'm going to miss you, but we'll have fun." She hugged her mom as tight as possible. Willow's biggest fear was that her mom would leave her. Her mom was all she had. Sure Rafe was there and now Topper as well, but her mom has never not been there. "Please come back.

Y/n gave Willow one last kiss on the cheek then pressed her lips to Rafe's. "I love you both. And you too Topper."

"No mommy." Willow cried out. "I love him."

"You can have him." With that Willow went yo Topper to read once more while Rafe walked her to the car waiting in her.

"I'll see you tonight." Rafe gave her another longing kiss. "But call me whenever you need, even if it's just because you miss me because just know I'll be missing you a million times that much."

"I don't know what I did to ever deserve someone like you."

"I know." Rafe's blue eyes sparkled down at her as she stared back with questions. "You gave me a chance to hang out with you and Willow instead of work. That's exactly what I needed."

A honking noise snapped their attention to the car. An impatient Rose and Sarah sat in the front. Y/n began to run off as Rafe mouthed an "I love you." She returned the gesture and got in the car.

——

Rafe was sliding in the mattress as Willow clung to his leg, giggling at the man's struggle. "You're strong, Rafe."

"Why thank you, princess." He loved having her company while he was setting up y/n's new room with Topper and a few others, but they were grabbing food. There was no way Rafe would let anyone drive off with his little girl. "Do you mind holding the door for me sweetheart?"

Willow unlatched herself and stood by the door. It was already opened, but Rafe knew she wanted help so he created mini tasks for her to complete. Earlier he had the child count how many steps it was from the front door to her room. Poor girl kept losing count after twenty, but she was so happy.

"Why are we wrecking my playroom?" She questioned as he passed by.

"You see, baby. This is called the master bedroom and it's for the people who own the house."

"Mommy owns this house."

"Very smart girl. So I think mommy should get the biggest room." He smiled.

A small frown appeared on her lips. "Yea, but where will my toys go?"

"For right now, they can stay in your room and then we'll move them to mommy's old room."

"I guess that's okay." She ran over to Rafe as he set down the mattresses in front of the frame.

Rafe scooped her into his arms while simultaneously pulling out his phone to play some music. "You wanna dance, baby girl. I want to dance." He began spinning her around, humming lines of the country song playing. But nothing compared to the sound of her laughter bouncing off the walls.

"Sing, Rafe! Sing to me." The child begged. Anything she asked, he would do.

"Now until the day I die, unconditionally, you know I'm always gonna be here for ya." Willow rested her head on his chest listening to the low vibrations of his voice then joined in the familiar song. "No one's ever gonna love you more than God, your mama, and me."

Rafe knew she was probably too young to fully understand the lyrics, but some day he hopes she will and when that happens, she'll remember him singing it and how much he meant it.

"This is a sight I don't think I will ever get used to." Topper interrupted the moment, but Willow was already slowly drifting off to sleep.

"It's almost been six months, Topper and I just want to been in Willow and Y/n's life forever."

"I get it man. They are some of the coolest, most real people I've met. You're lucky to have them." Topper spoke softly as Rafe bounced Willow on his hip.

"You have no idea. I never thought I would ever be in love. At least not like this. I believed it was going to be one that my dad and rose set up, you know? A "love" for appearance, to save the family name, one that a pogue only dreams of. But Topper, it's really out there. I just had to look past myself and my work. And I cannot begin to tell you how beautiful it is."

"It's almost sickening how much of a SIMP you've become, but you deserve it. After everything you've been through." Topper referenced his senior year of college where he went through an intense rehab program and rebuilding everything from there. In a few words, he was zero fun.

"Thank you, Top."

"Food is here. The help are in the kitchen. Do you want me to put her down?"

"I want to hold her a little longer. But you have to stop calling them the help even if they are here to help. You are talking about my sister's boyfriend." Rafe knew topper was playing around, but deep down he was holding an old grudge.

"Ya, my ex girlfriend's new boy. And I sat in the car with him and his pogue friends."

"And you're still alive, aren't you?"

"You know, you're starting to sound like y/n. 'Be friends with everyone,' god, even your sense of humor."

"I hope so. She's so wonderful and a genuine person. I'm glad it's rubbing off on me" Rafe's face just lit up. "I'm going to call my girl. We have to put the mattress and bedding on, then move in her clothes and belongings. If they want to leave they can."

"Can I?"

"Do you have somewhere to?" Rafe questioned, already knowing he had no other plans and promised Willow he would stay til her mom came back, or at least when Willow was for sure asleep.

"No, just wanted to see if you'd losen my leash." They both chuckled, throwing their head back.

"Get out of here before I choke you with it." And he did. Leave that is.

——

Y/n, Sarah, and Rose all stood at the tasting bar, listening to the owner rant about where his wines come from and what not. "I really like this one. It's not too sweet." Rose commented, clearing having a higher tolerance to the alcohol along with Sarah.

As for the young mom, drinking was not a regularity. In fact, she's barely had a sip of anything remotely close since Willow came along. She was way past tipsy. As each glass was downed, she grew more intoxicated.

"I agree. It's one of my favorites. What do you think, y/n?"

Y/n giggled in response. "I think you guys got me drunk and I-" she was slurring her words. "I don't remember what I was gonna say, but I'm getting a phone call. Excuse me."

She smiled as she stepped away. "Helloooo, Rafe."

His chuckle rang loudly through the phone. "Are you drunk, Sweetheart?"

"You know, I was just telling Sarah and Rose the same thing." Rafe could here her attempting to hide it, but nothing would. He loved hearing her like this. It was a first for him. Neither of the duo really drank in the other's presence, not to this extent.

"Are you at least having a good time?"

"I wish you were here. I really miss you but Sarah kept laughing at me when I wanted to call you. But I love you and I wish you were here. How's Willow?"

"We danced for a bit and she fell asleep in my arms." Y/n imagined the picture in her mind, swooning at the thought. "She's the second best thing that has ever happened to me."

"And the first?" She teased, knowing his next few. They have had this conversation a thousand times.

"You. You will always be the best thing that happened to me." Y/n stayed quiet, simply enjoying the sound of his breathing. "When are you coming back home?"

"We're gonna wrap up here and then hit some wine painting thing. Rose is dying to see what I can do."

Rafe's eyebrows knitted together. "You want to paint again?" She always talked about painting as if it was a thing of the past. Charles Rousseau ruined her dreams. At least that's how Rafe saw it. But maybe she still had a form a hope left.

"I miss it, you know. It was all I wanted to do at one point."

"Well then, baby, I don't think there is any harm in trying it again. Paint me something, will you? My assistant told me I should add some color to my wall at the office."

"Oh, Rafe. That's funny because I am your assistant." He never laughed so hard in his life except when he is with her.

"You're so drunk. I need you to be careful though because I love you and Willow loves you too."

"I will be so safe because I like when your at my house waiting for me. It makes me feel special."

God, Rafe was so in love with her. And she was in love with him equally as much. "We are the definition of simp and it's disgustingly cute."

"Rose and Sarah are giving me the evil I. So I need to um, hang up." Her voice got whiny, signally she was upset. "But I can't. Can you hang up on me?"

He sighed. "I don't want to, but I can. I love you and see you tonight."

"I love you most." With that he hung up.

Sarah rushed over after noticing some tears. "What's wrong?" Genuine concern filled her voice.

"I told him to hang up on me." She tried to steady her breathing. "And he did."

Sarah allowed the girl to hang around her neck. "We're gonna go paint and then I have a few bottles for the ferry ride. Then poof you'll see Rafe."

"You're right. Poof and then I'll see Rafe." A smile grew on both their faces.

"You really need to build your tolerance up when it comes to drinking. You'll never survive a kook event sober."

"I survived Wheezie's birthday without a drop." She took a breath before laughing even harder. "I did sit on the patio and cry after."

"Oh my god, you did not?"

"Yes. Anyways, let's go painting. I've cried enough tears in front of Rose today, she's totally gonna tell Rafe I'm not cool."

Sarah hugged her tighter as they walked. "And when has Rafe ever listened to what Rosa has said? He loves you, plus Rose thinks highly of you. This is just an initiation type thing."

"You're like my best friend, Sarah. I only talk you, Rafe, wheeze, and topper. Sometimes Kelce, but that's it."

"And you are mine. Now for real, let's go." Sarah began dragging the girl to the car, Rose chuckling  behind them.

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Y/n clutched the canvas in her fist as she stumbled to the front door. It was a little after eight by the time the ferry reached the groups final destination.

"Rafe?" She whispered loudly as she opened the front door. "Babe?"

He was lightly asleep on the couch, clearly trying to wait for her. The girl ploppped on the ground in front of him, placing his hand on her head. "Please wake up. I want to talk to you." She could clearly see he was stirring at the sound of her voice. "I missed you."

"Hello gorgeous." He sleepily grinned. "You're back."

"Yea. I wanted to see you." Rafe could still hear the drunken tone in her voice. "I want to talk to you."

"I'm all ears, baby cakes. Come here." He opened his arms creating space for her to crawl into. "I want to hear all about your time."

The girl held out the painting in front of them, her back pressed to his chest. "I made it just for you."

Rafe noticed the intention of every brush stroke. It looked like it belonged in some museum, even if it was a half assed rough draft. Anything she did was priceless to him. "It's a beautiful heart."

"It's my heart. I want you to have it." Rafe removed his eyes from the artwork to his girl. "You can do whatever you want with it because no matter what, it's yours."

"I'm going to keep it forever."

"You mean that Rafe?" Her eyes were wide as he nodded. "Beacause you're it for me. You will always have my heart. Even if this love was to go down in flames, it will still be in your hands."

"Baby-" he started, but was quickly cut off.

"Let me finish. I have a point to all this." He leaned back, letting her control th conversation. "I don't want anyone else. I can't even begin to think about introducing Willow to someone new like that. It will only be you. I love you and I want to spend forever with you. Can we do that?"

Rafe chuckled. "Sounds like your proposing."

"Fuck it. Raphael Xavier Cameron, will you marry me? For worse of for better?"

Tears brimmed his eyes. "Really?"

"Yes. You promised me someday, so why can't that be today? I want to the whole thing with you. The wedding, the moving in, the doing life. I want to do that with you and Willow. And I know you're probably  thinking 'she's just drunk' but I've been thinking about this for a while and I never want to be far from you again. I want to know that you will always be here when I come home or at least you'll be coming home to me. I love you. So I'll ask again, will you marry me, Rafe?"

"Yes. I'll marry you." Rafe felt pure joy as he pulled her into him to kiss her. It was a long, deep, and passionate kiss. In a different setting it would lead to something more physical. Instead, the kiss sealed a promise. "I love you so much. I almost forgot, I have a suprise for you." He lightly shoved her up and stood with her.

"While you were gone, we did a little project. Topper, Willow, the pogues, and I."

"You had the pogues over?" She said more suprised than upset she is just now hearing about it.

"Yea, but that's not the point. I want you to know how special you are to me and you deserve everything in the world, so..." he opened up the door to the master bedroom, revealing a much more sophisticated version of her old room. "I know how much you loved your plants and I didn't want to change it up too much. Just a new bed and some more storage. I also stocked up the master bedroom for you. No more sharing."

Tears began trickling down her face. "Rafe you shouldn't have."

"Shouldn't have what? Spoil my fiancé, giving her everything she deserves and more? Taking care of her and her daughter and their needs? I think I should have."

"Fiancé?" Toppers voice pulled them out of the moment and they notice him in a chair, Willow sound asleep in his lap.

"Y/n proposed like five minutes ago. We're going to get married."

Topper stood up. "I'm gonna put her down and leave you guys to do what ever it is you choose." They smiled and allowed him to leave.

"Let me get dressed and then do you want to stay the night?" Her voice was soft. It was the first time she ever asked something like this. Sure, he's stayed late or came at the wee hours of the morning, but he never wanted to overstep her boundaries.

"Of course, my dear." So he waiting on the foot of his bed, a big grin on his face as he texted Sarah about the news.

When y/n came back, she pulled him up to her chest, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you so much, Rafe. You are perfect for me. More so, you are perfect for Willow. It's like life was a puzzle and you were the missing piece."

"You know what I'm thinking?" He smiled, looking up at her. "I really want to be Willow's dad. Like officially and on paper. If it's okay with you and we can sit down with Willow and talk to her and see her input, but yea. That's what I'm thinking."

"Yes. I think that's perfect." She shimmied down so she was face to face with rafe. His arms gently secured around her waist. "I'm really exhausted and just want to sleep in my fiancé's presence. We can talk more about it in the morning. Sound good?"

"Here's to someday." He kissed her.

"Here's to making it today."

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sorry will never be enough (r.c)

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paring(s): rafe x maybank!reader

summary: after a run in with Shoupe, your brother JJ picks you up and nothing turns out how you thought.

warning: major angst, physical abuse, gaslighting, rape, abuse of power.

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JJ hung his head as Shoupe led you out. The officers hand lightly squeezing your neck. "Please don't touch me." You mumbled loud enough only for Shoupe to hear.

"I will do whatever I want and if you dare speak a word of what happened, I will haul your ass back here with out blinking an eye." His grip tightened. "It's not like you were actually worth it or anything."

Your shame quickly silenced any fight within. That and the disappointed look JJ had on his face. How would he react if he knew what you did to be let off the hook? The things that Shoupe did to you? Of course you wouldn't tell anyone. It was humiliating.

"Is she free to go?" JJ spoke through a tight lip smile, one that poorly attempted to hide his anger. You wouldn't use free to describe being relinquished into JJ's care. This is one of those moments that will live with you forever. Nothing will ever be the same.

"This wasn't the first time and it probably won't be the last." Tears brim your eyes at that thought. You were going to do everything in your power to stay as far away from the police station, never giving Shoupe a reason or opportunity to lay his hand on you once more. "I didn't want to bring her down here, but she needed to be taught a lesson or two. Vandalism is a very serious offense. Even if it's just with chalk."

"Thank you, Shoupe." JJ gripped your arm tightly and began dragging you to the parking lot. Not any care was given to the droplets spilling out.

"JJ, you're hurting my arm, please let go or at least losen your grip." He stopped, spinning around to face you.

"Am I hurting you, or are you just hurting yourself with your action?" You let out a scoff, not completely shocked by his outburst, by for the fact he is starting to sound like Luke. "Do you even think about your actions? We wouldn't even be here with you thinking I am hurting you if you would just keep your head down. I know it's in our blood to end up in jail, but I really thought you were different. Especially not this lamebrain you're turning out to be."

It was if your heart stopped, as you reached for the passenger side door of the lended Twinkie. "Just get in the back. I think better when I'm not clouded by negativity."

You breathed out a simple okay, not sure what else to do. There was no way to gage if the way JJ was treating you was fair or not. It was probably the fourth time in the past six months he had to pick you from the station for something that was your fault, but this time he didn't even ask what it was you were doing. If he would have, JJ would have learned about the art work you made for your friends on the park sidewalk. It's not like you knew it was illegal.

JJ also didn't know that Shoupe pulled you in his office, closed the blinds, and used you for his own pleasure. You would have screamed out for anyone to help, but the gun that laid in eye sight terrified you more than anything Shoupe could do. If he did shoot you, you would leave everything behind your friends and family, more importantly, JJ. Even if he was mad now, he was still your brother and you would go to the ends of the earth for him if he asks.

JJ parked the car in front of the house before quickly stopping the transmission. "I thought we were going to the chateau." Your bottom lip quivered.

"I am. You need to go to your room and think about where your life is going. I can't keep looking out for you. It isn't my job to keep you safe."

He was right. JJ couldn't keep you safe from everything, you learned that at the station earlier, and even if you can't explain it, you thought maybe he would be there for you. What a joke. "You can't ground me, JJ."

"If you want to leave that's your choice, but I just can't have you around me right now. I'm trying to do better." Heat engulfed your body as your heart crashed.

"I won't hold you back then." There was no good bye or see you later when you exited the car. Just the glare that told you 'you messed up.'

It would have been better to take the charges instead of going through the process of JJ picking you up. At worst, you would have spent up to the trial in some holding cell and then anywhere from a few days to a year in prison. JJ would have had time to sort through his thoughts and feelings before talking to you and your wouldn't have given yourself to Shoupe willingly to avoid charges on your record.

JJ is right, you were beyond stupid and maybe that's all you will ever be. So with your chin tilted upward, you placed cement around your heart and walked straight in through the front door not giving two shits if Luke was there or not because nothing really mattered anymore. You weren't good enough for your own brother's presence, therefore you'd fill your time with Luke. Bad attention is still attention. And maybe Luke isn't so terrible after all, maybe he is the only person to have his eyes wide open the whole time. He knew your worth from the start.

Now it was time for him to treat you accordingly. You grinned as he threw the first punch, feeling the blood rush from the gash on your cheek bone; laughed when the  second one collided on your collar bone; by the third, you were out and nothing seeming to bother you anymore.

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It had been a week since JJ picked you up from the station, a week since Luke started beating the living shit out of you on a regular basis, and a week since you have even heard anything from JJ. He hasn't even tried to check in, so you decided to head to the chateau. It felt wrong, but you needed to know he was okay, you wanted to see his face. It brought you comfort when your mom left and when Luke would take his anger out on you. JJ made you feel safe so it was weird to go this long with out a word.

You decided to knock, unsure of what JJ said to the pogues about the situation. If JJ was mad at her, best bet was the rest of pogues were as well. Barging into John B's place felt wrong.

"Y/n." Sarah greeted, her voice filled with complete indifference. And somehow that made you feel a million times worse. You shift your gaze to the ground, scared to make eye contact. "JJ is out back on the hammock, but he might, uh, be busy." Basic translation of that meant he probably had a girl he was trying to sweet talk with him.

"I just need to seen him." With that you just walked away, not really caring for her permission or anything she had to say about the situation.

When she turned the last corner, her eyes fell upon JJ. His hands intertwined with some pretty brunette, clearly giggling about something that was said. Clearly the whole situation didn't affect him. "Babe?" The girl urged him to turn around. "Someone's here."

"I told you, John B-" His face froze, a deer caught in headlights.

"Do you know her?" The girl poorly whispered. "Please tell me you were already dating someone when you ask me to be yours." She sounded offended.

"No." He quickly answered to the last question. "That's y/n. She hangs out with us sometimes."

A knife to the gut. That's what this felt like. "I'm your sister, JJ." You tried to stand your ground instead of crawling into your shell. "I didn't mean to interrupt, just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay. It's been a week. I'll just leave now that I know you are." He was more than okay. He has the pogues, a place away from Luke, and supposedly a girlfriend that you had no idea about.

JJ couldn't speak, but the mystery girl beside him did. "I'm Scarlet. I didn't know he had a sister, but it's good to meet you. Are you okay? Did Luke do that?" Scarlet gestured to her own face to show what she was talking about.

You wanted to be polite, but the hurt was soon turning to anger. "Really, JJ? Am I really that much of a burden that I'm kept a secret? What makes me worse than dad, huh? She know about him, what about me?" It was never your intention to cause a scene but this was the ultimate betrayal.

Scarlet hopped up. "I'm gonna give you two a minute. I'm just gonna go inside with Sarah."

You managed to hold back the tears, doing your best to hide the numbing pain. The two of you walked down the beach until out of ear shot of the chateau. Family fights got ugly. You're voice softened. "Why?"

"I didn't want you to mess this up. You weren't around and how was I supposed to explain how my delinquent kid-sister just staying at the house because you're being stubborn."

"You dropped me off there and told you didn't want me around. What else was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, but I really needed time apart to figure out things. I didn't think you'd stay. I thought maybe you'd come to the chateau later." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Not even a text. I thought you were mad."

"I was. I mean I still am and that's why I have to do this." You looked at him very confused, your soft eyes now rigid with fear. "I can't be around you. For once in my life, things are finally going good and I am not worried if you are going to mess them up. I can think about myself for once and I'm free to do as I please." Your hands began to feel clammy as your chest tightened.

"What?"

"I've always looked out for you, never caring about myself or the trouble I get in because of you. I'm trying to do better and I am, but I can't surround myself with people holding me back. Maybe you'll get better, but until then."

Get better? As if it was some sort of disease that could be cured. There was no way to fix what was wrong inside you.

"JJ, please." You went to go hold him, needed to feel some form of love and affection, but he just shoved you away, accidentally propelling you into the sand.

"I have to go talk to scarlet and explain what happened. I hope I still have time to fix things. You should probably put some ice on your cheek."

That was the first caring thought he shared with you and it was the last thing he would probably for awhile as he left you in the sand, sobbing and begging for him to come back. Tears clouded your vision at this point.

After a few moments later, you felt a figure sit beside you with a huff. With out a second thought, you threw your arms around JJ. "I'm sorry, J. Please don't leave me."

"It's Rafe. Not JJ." You gather the back of his shirt in your fist, beginning to sob harder as he wrapped an arm around you. The other used to stabilize you both. "I saw the end of what happened and wanted to make sure you are okay." Although you hated Rafe Cameron before this moment, he was the only one there. The irony of the situation.

And once you caught your breath, you shared the events of the past week. Everything from the artwork of the pogues to Shoupe, from your father to JJ saying he doesn't want anything to do with you.

"Listen to me, y/n. Just because you mess up once or a thousand times, you are not a bad person. You were dealt a shitty hand and I'm sorry JJ is holding it against you, but I promise you I won't. If fact, I kind of understand where you're at."

You scoff. "How? You're a kook and have everything you need and then some."

"My dad kicked me out because I kept relapsing, made me feel like I was weak. I know it's not the same, but I want you to know it's going to be alright. We're gonna get through this."

In a moment of vulnerability, you look into his eyes. "Together?"

He nodded. "I have extra room at my new place. There will be food, warm water, air conditioning, because I know for a fact you pogues don't have air conditioning." For the first time in a while, you genuinely chuckled at his teasing. "You'll have a bed and a room all to yourself. The door locks. You just can't go home back to Luke.”

"Okay, roomie." Rafe pulled you towards him in a comforting embrace. This was him righting his wrongs, he was trying to be a better person.

"Let's go." He helped you up and began leading you to his car. Both of you oblivious to the teary eyes in the distance.

JJ sat behind a bush, sobbing over his loss. The rest of the group called him an idiot saying that he was the problem and he was the one pushing her away. He knew it, but pride got in the way. He didn't mean what he said, but by the time he came to take it all back, you were in Rafe's arms telling him everything you should have told him. It should have been him comforting you, but he ruined it all. Now you were waltzing away with Rafe Cameron.

He wasn't sure he could ever make it right. Sorry would never be enough.

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stargazing (s.c)

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paring(s): sarah x reader

summary: A date night under the stars quickly turns to a night underneath Sarah.

warning: SMUT (18+), oral, fingering

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Y/n laid on blanket Sarah had set up in the front of my druthers. The cool breeze causing goosebumps to rise. That and Sarah's burning stare. "We're supposed to be looking at the stars. This is what you wanted to do."

Sarah snuggled closer, looking up at her girlfriend through her eyelashes. "I just like looking at you more. Do you understand how truly captivating you are?" Even Sarah could feel y/n's body temperature rise throughout her chest.

Sarah grinned against her collar bone before pressing a gentle yet needy kiss to her skin. "Sarah!"

"It's too cloudy to see most of it." Her hands began to run underneath y/n's flimsy shirt. "Come on princess. I know this was always your intention. You're not even wearing a bra."

Y/n felt her nerves ignite with fire as Sarah rolled the nipple between her fingers. The very action caused y/n to arch her back giving Sarah enough access to snake an arm around her and pull y/n on top. A moan escaped both their lips as y/n began to grind her hips down.

In a matter of a few moments both girls were stripped of every clothing. Sarah sat propped up on her hands, legs pulled up to her chest and opened wide. "I need to feel something, y/n." She mumbled as her girlfriend led a long lick from her neck right down to her core. Sarah buck her hips as a pair of lips wrapped around her clit. "Right there. Like th-" a pornagraphic moan screamed out as y/n's fingers entered, hooking to reach the spot. "Oh god." Sarah threw her head back.

"Cum for me." The vibrations drove Sarah over the edge. Her juices landed oh y/n's tongue as she licked up her mess.

Sarah's labored breathing caused y/n's arousal to leak out even more, spreading to her thighs. "Sit up for me, baby." Sarah demanded.

"Okay, mommy."

"God, I love when you call me that." She grinned, pulling her lovers legs towards her. Sarah then leaned y/n backwards, throwing one leg around her. The other was trapped beneath Sarah's thigh. "Let mommy make you feel good." Y/n whimpered. Doe eyes staring up at Sarah. The blonde girl began mercilessly rubbing her clit against y/n's.

"You're so good to me." Y/n muttered before engulfing her lips around Sarah's perky nipple.

Once again Sarah threw her head back in pleasure. "I'm coming."

"Let it out, mommy." And she did, but she didn't stop. Sarah continue to rub her juices all over y/n's pussy until she came.

When both finish, they laid there in their release and sweat as the rain began to fall. "It's drizzling, baby."

"No dip, Sarah. Maybe we should take shelter."

"No. Just hold me."

Y/n smiled. "I am so in love."

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willow (r.c)

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paring(s): Rafe x single!mom

summary: Rafe runs into his assistant on her off day. Y/n manages to talk him into taking the day off, spending time with her and her daughter. (Part one in the WILLOW SERIES)

warning: single parent, slight mention of shitty family

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The most infuriating thing about Rafe Cameron was he is extremely distant. Some may describe him as determined and hard working, focus and task driven. In reality, the man made the work environment unbearable. Rafe focused more on pleasing his father than the well-being of those who worked below him. More importantly, his secretary.

“It’s going on to be a late night for us both. We have to finish the proposal for him by the morning.” Rafe simply spoke as he strutted to his back office. Y/n hung her head, every ounce of hope evaporated from her body. Another night she won’t be home for dinner. Another time she proved her word to be worthless.

‘I’m sorry, baby.’ The girl whispered to no one in particular before pulling out her phone to make a call. It wasn’t the first night she had to give a heads up to the babysitter, probably won’t be the last. Living as single mother was hard enough, having no foundation of support is even harder. It’s not like any of it was on her ten year plan. Not moving to Outer Banks, not working a desk job, and especially not having a baby at the age of eighteen.

In the small office in the back, Rafe was frustrated. Sighing and throwing his papers down on the desk. He worked his ass of for his father gaining nothing but headaches and little pay in return. Everything he did was useless, never good enough.

The man glanced at the clock, noting the time. '5:32 pm.’ He’s been working most nights in overtime, pulling his assistant to stay with him. Y/n was a hard worker, putting in the time and effort, even before the oldest Cameron requested. It’s not like she has much life outside of the office.

In fact, his father confided in him that the girl traveled hundreds of miles from Tennessee for the position. Something about a distant relative having a connection. Either way, she was and is the best thing that happened to the company despite he showed it weather or not.

He hated pressing long hours on her, promising a larger bonus, no doubt from his own, but he needed the help.

A small knock, pulled him away from the document on his laptop. “Come him.” He coughed, doing his best to look awake and ready.

“I found an possible issue with the proposal plan.” The larger man’s groan bounced around all four walls. Of course there was an error. He didn’t mind to review it himself, instead he focused more on the verbiage rather than technicality of it all.

“You know my rule.” This was the first time Rafe truly looked at her. Y/n wore a vintage styled dress, a soft light blue plaid design. The matching cropped blazer fitted perfectly on her slim shoulders. Rafe believed she was the definition of sophisticated. Someone who’s parents would be proud to call her their daughter.

“I do. Never come to you with an error without a possible solution.” Her voice grew timid, scared to even look at him. He was tough on everyone, expected perfection. If she didn’t need the money, she wouldn’t be there. If only life was good to her. “It’s why I have three.” She gestured to the stack of papers in her arms.

Rafe offered a faint smile. “I made a pot of coffee. Hopefully we can wrap things up soon.”

The time was barely seven, but the evening y/n had planned with her daughter was already past. Willow most likely sat on her bed, curled up next to the babysitter, begging to know her mom’s whereabouts. “It’s pointless. Let’s just get this right. Hopefully we’ll have a few days where we can leave on time.”

She sounded defeated, completely wiped out. Rafe felt guilt, recognizing he is the primary cause for the emotion. “I’m sorry to keep you. Not the most desirable place to be on Friday night.” He did what he could, but could see small talk would not ease any tension.

_'How hard is it to build relationships in these conditions?’ _Rafe pondered. She worked there two months now and all he knows is she’s good at her job. His father would deem him unfit to take over the business if he couldn’t create a proper work environment for his employees. Rafe need to do better. He needed to be better. Starting with y/n. “What is wrong?”

Y/n’s hands shook as she placed the stack down on the desk. “The budget plan. I reran the numbers and we’d be over at least by a couple thousand on the remodel phase.”

“Are you sure a couple thousand? That’s not so easy to fix. I made sure my team knew what we had and what we expected.” The stress flushed his cheeks, sweat beads dripping from his hair line.

“I double checked.”

“How the hell are we gonna fix this? My dad is gonna murder me. I fucked up.” Out of motherly instinct, y/n rushed around the desk placing a small hand on his shoulder. She saw the difficulties of living up to his father’s expectations. She understood the feeling, empathizing with her supervisor.

“Listen to me.  You’ve had the budget set for a while. A major supply ship got caught up in a storm.” His eyes widened. “It’s not something we would typically plan for.”

“And you know this?”

“It’s my job. Before you pull out the rest of your hair, let me speak.” Rafe just nodded as the panic set in. “We just change the flooring. Luxury vinyl is cheaper but more durable for things like young children and dogs. Especially in places such as a mud room and kitchen.” Y/n went on to pick apart her own proposal, talking about pricing of different options and sustainability through out time. “It gives a more modernized feel to the room, tying the theme together.

For not having a college degree, she knew how to fulfil her task and duties with the upmost diligence. Rafe made sure to take note of that. "I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re a life saver. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” His presence filled with gratitude, not sure where all the emotion is coming from.

“Let me go home?” A teasing smile filter to her lips. Rafe glanced at his watch.

“Shit. Already 10:30.” They have been revising and printing for hours. “I know you wanted to get home. Grab your things and we can walk out together.” Rafe did his best to be sincere, trying to not let his exhaustion peak through. The meeting was bright and early tomorrow.

Y/n’s face twisted with worry, eyebrows knit together as she turned around. Next bus won’t come til morning and all y/n desperately wanted was to be home. Walking wasn’t an option in this weather. “Mr. Cameron, sir?”

“Again, call me Rafe.” He chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Could I possibly have a ride? I missed the bus hours ago and I think I saw some snow flurries.” Rafe shot up.

The bus? Is that really how she traveled? Most nights when he lets her off, it’s way past the last bus call and long before he even thinks about leaving. Her only option would have been walking in the dark, alone and most likely freezing. “How could I say no?”

Y/n suddenly felt like a burden. He is exhausted just the same, having to taxi a new hire. “Don’t feel obligated or anything. It was wrong of me to ask.”

“No, no, no.” Rafe rushed out. “I would much rather take you home, then have you walk. Its important that my best employee is safe.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered at the praise. It’s been the first time she really felt accepted by him. Rafe Cameron is hard to please. He fired the last three assistants and a few secretaries. Now combining the two job titles, it’s even harder to live up to the standards. “Thank you.”

The two gathered their belongings, locked up, and headed to his black truck. It was fairly quiet while car started up. The leather seats bonded to her skin nearly causing frost bite. Her teeth chattered, signaling to Rafe to bump up the heat full blast.

“The seats have warmers, just give it a moment.” All she could do was nod.

Rafe struggled to carry on a conversation. This was time to make meaningful business connection. With her on his team, he’d be sure to always be one step in front of the competition. She proved herself valuable to the company. “Why didn’t you just call an Uber?”

She shrugged, feeling awkward. “With Christmas coming up, extra cost. I can’t afford it at the moment.” He frowned.

“I can work a raise into your review. You deserve more.” He spoke truth, especially after tonight he would give her anything just so she’ll stay with the company.

“I’m okay, really. Some seasons are harder than others.”

“Well my father always says the company is like a second family. We do the most for family. You let me know.” Y/n was taken back by his sudden interest and kindness.

“This isn’t like you.” A small smile began to form.

“I realized tonight how much I don’t know about any of my workers. It’s important to build that so people stay with us.”

“So this ride was a trap to keep me in the business?”

“You’re the one who asked for it.”

“It was an idea. I had options.”

“Like walking? You’re not even wearing tights.” Rafe genuinely laughed. She was easy to get along with. The girl continued to stand her ground. He desperately wanted to ask if she had proper personal transportation but didn’t want to embarrass her. A new feeling of concern began to grow for y/n. To see her in a different light other than full work mode is refreshing. He’s been so wrapped up in the job since college, socializing dropped significantly. That included interaction with Kelce and Topper. He had to be more serious and of course the two younger boys loved to throw a party. In fact, they were hosting a Friendsgiving type thing next week.

“Oh, this is my street. Third house.” She interrupted his thoughts.

“Roger that.” Rafe took note that she lived on the cut and not even the nicest part. Class didn’t matter as much to him. He still didn’t like trips over her, but y/n is nice and to be honest has not been here long enough to participate in the war.

As he pulled into the driveway, Rafe made a decision. It was the first time he ever considered the idea. “Y/n. Tomorrow, don’t worry about the meeting. Take the day off.”

“Are you serious?” Her voice nearly broke. Tears pooled her eyes as she did her best not to let them spill. Y/n wasn’t expecting to have the morning with her daughter due to the meeting.

“I’ll call you with the important stuff after. You put in a lot.”

“Do me a favor and record the full meeting. You roll your eyes and space out anytime your father starts talking. You think you know it all then miss some big change he’s throwing.” He’s amazed once again by how well she pays attention to small detail. “I trust you can handle yourself, but I want to make sure I’m update by Monday. You’re not the only one who needs to impress your dad to keep their job.”

“You’ve got one strong backbone making a comment like that.”

“Thank you, Rafe.” Y/n glanced at the house and back at Rafe. “I need to get going. I had a relatively nice time considering circumstances.”

“Me too. You have a good night and enjoy your time off.” With that, y/n took off, running inside.

The first thing she did was pay the babysitter and said the girl on the way. She always felt guilty for staying late at the office, but things happens and that’s life as a single mom.

Y/n then went into her daughters room, just to check in. Willow laid fast asleep.

A heartbreaking realization hit the young mother all at once. Her baby girl was growing up and y/n is barely home enough to witness it. Willow is coming up on her third birthday in a few months, all her clothes would need replacing shortly. Her daycare has been tracking her height. A full two inches. How much longer until Willow is off to her first dance or college, even her wedding day? Time was slipping away and y/n did the best she could.

Y/n savored every moment with her daughter, and tomorrow would be a full day of laughter and conversations to add to her memory to pull out at a later day. She kissed Willow on the forehead, then drifted to her own bed for a long night of rest.

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Rafe could barely think straight the next morning. The meeting turned out to be long and tedious, especially since his assistant wasn’t there taking in details he could careless about. Not to mention, no one was there to tap his knee, keeping him semi engaged to his surroundings. Y/n made every meeting bearable, it took him this long to realize how much she helped.

“Congratulations. I am excited to see where this project takes us.” The man firmly shook both of the Cameron men’s hands, then moving towards the other people in the room.

“We are extremely grateful to have you onboard.” The elder Cameron grinned ear to ear, proud to finally seal the deal of the year.

“Your son is brilliant. The whole thing about the ship. He’s going places.” Rafe puffed his chest out a little further, finally feeling appreciated. If the client thinks he did well, then ward Cameron did as well.

“I have a magnificent assistant. Wouldn’t have been able to figure it out without her.” Ward was slightly taken aback. His son was giving a person in a far lower position the credit. That’s completely unheard of. He knew y/n would do well with job, but she far exceeded his expectations. He would personally have to thank her.

“We’ll get started come Monday. Pleasure doing business with you!” The man his team finally left, along with most of the Cameron’s company. Everyone wanted to get home.

“Good Job, Rafe. You really have come along way from where you started.” Ward couldn’t be prouder of the man his son was becoming. Despite being hard on him, he knew it would make the boy stronger. “I am proud. We do have more paperwork to do now. It’ll need to be done by Monday at close.”

“I’ll get on that after I grab some lunch.” They shared a manly hug and both left.

Rafe quickly drove the Mexican restaurant, a personal favorite. It was tucked into the plaza near the cut. Most drive past it, but not Rafe. There is no way he would pass up their salsa.

“Good Afternoon, Mr. Cameron.” He smiled at the owner. The place was small and family owned, the Cameron son was a regular. “To go or dining in?”

“To go, please.” Rafe followed the man to the counter, leaning up against it as he recited ordered, not that they didn’t have it memorized. His eyes scanned to small dining establishment. The sparkling blue settled on a booth table, a small child with salsa dribbling down her chin. A grin growing as the adult reached across to wipe it off.

“You are going to get you sweatshirt dirty, baby girl. Come here if I will put you in the high chair.” Immediately, Rafe recognized the soft spoken voice. Y/n. He wasn’t sure if he should go over or just stay by the counter. Before he could make up his mind, the girl was already calling his name.

“Rafe!” The girl beamed as she summoned him over. “How did the meeting go?”

“They signed the deal. All thanks to your smart thinking.” His praise warmed her heart.

“Would you like to sit down with us? Willow just dug into our complimentary chips.” Rafe examines the small child. He managed to hide the surprise, but deep down he never could have guess. He never noticed a ring or heard anything about a mister.

“I love the salsa too, Willow.” Rafe directs his attention to her.

“Sasa yummy.” The child threw her arms up and down, cheering. Rafe saw pure joy across the young face.

“Let’s clean you up so you can get some more.” As for y/n, she stared in astonishment at her boss. He seemed to do well with kids, taking control and saving a disastrous mess.

She mumbled a silent thank you while scooting over for him. “Take a seat.”

“I don’t want to intrude. Plus I have some paperwork to complete.” It was true.

“Do you ever take a break?” He gave y/n his full attention. “I mean really stop and separate yourself from the job.”

He stayed silent. His life was consumed by the work he did. There was always another proposal to make, another meeting to attend to. Of course he could take breaks, but that wouldn’t be fair to father. Rafe was determined to prove himself. “There’s always stuff to be done.”

“Over working is gonna be the death of you. Rafe did his best to brush it off. "I’m serious. You’re so focused on the company and not yourself.”

“Have you met my father?”

“I’ll make a deal. You take today off. Don’t even think about work. Unwind and learn to enjoy yourself.” She saw the stress he put upon himself and it came from a sense of genuine concern. If he continued down this path, it would be too late by the time he regrets it.

“And do what?”

Y/n looked him in the eyes. “You are more than welcome to join Willow and I. She at that age when everyone is her friend. I promise she won’t mind.” He contemplated the idea.

“And what do I get out of this?”

“A life.” The adults erupted in a fit of laughter.

“You’ve got a funny bone, don’t ya?”

“Guilty.” She breathed. “So, what do you say, boss?”

“I will need help on the paperwork Monday morning. But if your okay with it, then show me how to live.”

“Willow, this is Mr. Rafe. Mommy works for him.” Y/n made proper introductions. “Rafe this is Willow, my daughter.”

Willow stared up at the man. “You can be the prince.” Rafe glanced to y/n as Willow crawled onto his lap.

'What did I sign up for?’ Rafe thought to himself, not an ounce of regret filled him. This was a breath of fresh air for the man.

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The trio stood at the edge of the shark tank. Willow demanded they spend time at the aquarium to see her friend Nemo. Her small hand tucked in Rafe’s, as the child dragged him closer. “Hammer head.” Willow did her best to display her knowledge, but to the adults it was gibberish.

Rafe glanced back to y/n, a smile proudly set on her lip. They haven’t talked as much due to the fact her kid had his undivided attention. She was extremely touched by everything Rafe did. To say he was the first person to hang out with the small family, would be an understatement. None of the parents at Willow’s daycare even glanced in her direction, let alone allow their child hang out with her. It wasn’t Willow’s fault. All of it could be placed on y/n’s choices. The black sheep of every gathering. So she never went, avoided them like the plague. Outings with her daughter were a treat within itself, the fact her boss joined them were rare. Honestly she was surprised he even agreed.

“See that one there?” Rafe pointed out to Willow. “The orange-ish, yellow on the ground?” The little girl pressed her face to the glass and nodded. “That’s a wobbegong shark, but to me, it looks like Mac and cheese.”

“Yummy!” She squeals, giggling at the silliness. Willow stayed enthralled with him. Never before has she had a man like him talk to her, let alone, her very own Prince Charming.

“Okay, we can stay for a little while longer, but we have to catch the bus.” Today was Rafe’s first time needing to ever ride the bus. He offered to drive them, but y/n fought him. No car seat, no ride. He understood that clearly. “I’m gonna talk to your mom, okay.” The girl waved him off, examining the many fish before her.

“You’re amazing with her.” Y/n spoke softly, almost blending in with the chatter around them.

“She’s amazing. I’m surprised I never knew you had a kid.” They walked side by side, following Willow’s antics.

“I tend to keep my personal life separate from work.” She silently huffed for air. “Makes it easier.”

“How so?” Throughout the day, Rafe realized how much he loved to hear y/n talk and how much he enjoyed her smile. For once in his life he felt good. She made him feel good. This was his first day of living and it was with y/n. This feeling is addicting and she seemed to be the source.

“It just does. Better if I don’t get weird stares or questions all the time.” The girl bowed her head, focusing on her feet rather than the fact she was basically oversharing. “I never know what to say anymore.”

Rafe nodded. “I can see that. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Your child is safe with me. I mean, uh, your secret but I feel bad calling Willow a secret.”

“I hate keeping her a secret. Does that make me a bad mother?” A genuine questioning filled her voice.

“I don’t know a thing about parenting, but from the looks it, you are doing the best you can. You want to protect her and I admire you for that.” She felt her mood shift upward. It’s been a roller coaster of silent emotions today. It amazed her how easy Rafe picked up conversation beyond work. There were times she had to drive the conversation elsewhere. By doing so, y/n learned how he went to UNC, Vice President of some frat, his favorite movie genre is in fact comedies, followed up with action. Her favorite thing still had to be the relationship he built with her daughter. In the short amount of time, he made the girl feel special. That’s all y/n truly wanted. For her daughter to be special and not have to hide.

“That means a lot, boss.” She bumped his shoulder, playfully pushing him sideways.

“At work I’m your superior, but can we just be friends right now? Outside of work, you know?” Rafe slightly bit his tongue at the word 'friend’. At this rate, he’d be head over heels for the beauty she embodied fully by nightfall.

“I’d like that very much.” It would be nice to have a friend in someone who brought security to her and joy to her daughter. Y/n felt as if a weight lifted off her shoulders. One less person she had to hide from.

Willow turned around, throwing arms upwards to the adults. Y/n bent down to reach her. Before she could, Rafe stepped in, swooping Willow onto his shoulders. The young toddler wrapped her arms around his forehead. “Give me your hands.” Rafe told her, using them to keep her upright and secure.

“Yay!”

Y/n leaned into Rafe as they exited through a sea of strangers. Her skin burned at touch, a simple hand placed on the small of her back. It’s the first contact from anyone in a long time, especially from a man. “Today has been great.”

Rafe agreed, as they took their seats on the bus. “I didn’t know how much the aquarium is. I never really had the chance to go growing up.”

“I felt that. My parents were super invested in their work. My siblings came first.”

He chuckled. “My dad believes my sister can do no wrong.”

“And some how we mess everything up, without even trying.” She was honest. Rafe felt her pain, but surprised to hear it from her. Ever since the first day she walked into his office, y/n has been the hardest worker. Never giving up and always going above and beyond.

“I don’t believe it. You are the hardest worker I know.” Rafe sighed.

“I came back from Paris alone and pregnant. That’s just icing on the cake.” Rafe rested his arm around her, pulling her closer to give her the comfort she needed.

“Paris?”

“Story for another day.” She brushed it off. “If that’s okay?”

“As long as we can get another day like this. Me , you, and Willow.” She rested a head on his shoulder in complete awe of how he included her daughter.

“I think I can arrange that.”

He smiled down at her, Willow laid half asleep on their lap. “Good, because I kind of like you. Well, like hanging out with you.” He did his best to cover, not wanting to be to forward. It was embarrassing how fast he was catching feelings for her, his assistant.

“Me too.” Her heart soared at the thought of Rafe being around more.

“You let me know when. It’s a date.”

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Willow (r.c)

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willow

Rafe runs into his assistant on her off day. Y/n manages to talk him into taking the day off, spending time with her and her daughter.

sunday

Rafe begin to spend every Saturday with Willow and her mom. Unfortunately plans had to be canceled. Instead of forgoing seeing one another, they make plans for Sunday. 

paris

After spending the day meeting the Cameron’s and Rafes friends, questions of y/n’s past begin surfacing, leaving rafe to ask what happened in Paris. 

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A/n: I have so many ideas for this. There will be more, I promise. Feel free to request blurbs or if there is anything you want to see through the series, I’d love to hear it. Your input is very important. Thank you for your support.

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losing sight of you master list (p.h)

My work is NOT to be transferred, translated, reposted or copied to any other sites without my permission. That is plagiarism. But you can re-blog the heck out of it on here :)

paring(s): pope x maybank!reader

summary: Just as the spark of love ignites, tragedy strikes, leaving Y/n with a secret so terrible she would rather lose Pope than share it with him.

warning: angst, hospitals, break ups, abuse, other major ones will be placed beginning of the part

(master list) (tag list)

Part One

Pope makes a surprise visit to Outer Banks to see if the girl he's been talking with for months feels the same.

Part Two

Y/n is finding it difficult to balance life with a long distance love, but when her father take his daughter’s fate into his own hands, everything changed.  

Part Three

Ricky hears word of the accident and offered his help.

Part Four

JJ takes y/n out to the grocery store only to run into the one person they least expected. Now JJ is faced with a choice to make.

Part Five

Pope begins his lessons with y/n, searching for a way to show her he still loves her.

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I love the theme :)))?

Heyy, I'm so glad you do, I honestly thought no one was going to, I changed it more for me bc I watched Spiderman No Way Home today and for the past few days I rewatched the other Spiderman movies and I realized Andrew's Spiderman is my favorite so I was like "fuck it, I'm gonna dedicate my theme to a man" but yeah, ty sm ❣️❣️❣️

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