Outer Banks - Blog Posts
Word count: 1402
A/n; I'm proud of this (hope I did this properly) tiny last minute editing.
Warnings; bad day, angst with a happy ending, Rafe being boyfriend material pet name (pretty girl) hurt x comfort
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Rafe Cameron, prideful, persistent, and above all punctual.
Admirable, aggravating.
When Rafe texted you and said he was coming by, you knew that meant 10 minutes max, before he would be knocking on your door.
You were paniced, reasonably so. You had just stepped out of what was supposed to be a relaxing shower, your skin pricked with goosebumps as the cold air hit your exposed skin.
10 minutes, and here you were debating if you wanted to respond or not, but anything was better than staying at that house any longer.
Love would not be enough restraint for you if you had to deal with another one of your family's feuds.
It soon hit you that time was ticking, your hands tossing your phone into the pile of pajamas you were in earlier as you quickly got to work dying yourself off.
As soon as he approached the porch you appeared in the doorway, a soft smile tugged at his lips seeing you standing there.
Hips leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, and your beautiful face staring expectantly into the distance.
Even still he walked up the creaky steps, hands open to relieve you, but when you remained planted, eyesight shifting towards his polo, the closed collar underlining his broad chest, and muscles caught your gaze.
He countered the hug within distance, slugging an arm around your shoulder, he leaned down, pressing his cold lips against your heated skin, causing your cheeks to bubble, lips pursing in a supressed smile. "Missed me didn't you?" He cooed, the keychain circling his index jiggled, the tip of his finger teasing the underside of your jaw.
You stiffened at the action, taking the first step forward, muttering a quiet 'sure'.
"Ahha," he chuckled dryly, following your lead.
Even if you didn't share the enthusiasm he was happy to see you.
You approached the car, Rafe cutting you off mid step to pull back the handle, the dark paint job facing you now as you scoffed playfully circling the door.
"After you milady," You rolled your eyes at his antics, kicking one foot into the car, the other followed by your chin pressing sharply into your chest as you ducked the roof of the car, settling side.
You wiggled in your seat, immediately reaching for the seatbelt, pulling it smoothly across your chest.
You let out a breath you were holding. Had it got stuck or you couldn't adjust it just right and you had to wrestle it, you'd scrap the whole car. Even if it wasn't yours, you were especially fragile right now.
Rafe got in the driver’s side, the engine roared to life at the twist of his hand, a triumphant grin crossed his face, his nose scrunching as he did so, looking at you excitedly.
Would it be rude to ask why he was so...energetic...today?
The answer?
He saw it.
Through his tinted shades currently sitting in his cupholder.
The attitude in your body language, the shift of weight from one leg to the other, the strain in your formerly guarded form, the unhappiness in your features, and especially the wrinkles siding beside the corner of your eyes. They weren't from smiles, but from heavy glaring.
And smiles would be evident in the way your cheeks pigmented a visible tone after long periods of laughter, and how puffy the corners of your mouth got.
It didn't at all sound attractive when he brought it up to you, but he explained his admiration for your joyous nature, and how when you smiled you smiled big.
And despite your objection in his words, your lips wavered, peeling back into the corners of your face, showing him just what he thought to be true.
"Did you..." You paused, his attention immediately turning on you. "Have you been hanging around Barry again?" Was the only respectful way you could ask.
He didn't take offense, instead braced his hands against the steering wheel, "No," he drew out, putting the car in reverse.
You nodded, awkwardly placing your hands in your lap.
At first being home free helped. Something about the drive around, loud music, and sea salt in the air had made you forget the knot swelling inside various places.
Just as progress was made a flip switched.
It was the song playing on the radio. Something you didn't care to remember because you felt it.
Those sick, unwell feelings form in the pit of your stomach at the words, and now more than ever a raw intensity pulling within you drawing you back to a place of anger.
A place of hurt.
Rafe noticed at first, it was subtle. The head nodding, rolling your eyes as he turned the volume up. He paid attention.
He knew these.
He knew you.
Then a couple miles down, you were singing along, looking as you did do, but he could feel you loosening up.
But just as fast as it appeared it stopped.
He turned the music down, hoping you would continue, but you didn't.
Back to silent nodding and now something else. Your eyes. They were blinking... rapidly.
Now he knew something was up. Something heavy.
Little did he know the events of the morning lingered a dense electric gray over your head, and rain would soon pour from your clouded irises.
"Did something happen? You're all sad and,"
"And shit," you responded, tilting your head back.
"Yeah... all sad and...shit," as you had not so eloquently put it.
"It's nothing," by now it was everything.
"That doesn't sound right," he countered, his foot applied pressure towards the break, the wind breaking acceleration had decreased to the speed limit at best.
And you held back a couple of tears, but that didn't stop strays, warm against your skin. You could feel a burning in the top of your nose, and a climbing temperature around your ears indicating you were about to cry.
"Do you want to talk about it? I can listen," he offered.
You simply sniffled, you palmed up, roughly pushing against your skin, wiping tears. "Do you even know where we're going? We've passed that same park like three times," you said referring to the open field with 101 benches placed too close together.
Sometimes your deflection could be ignoring his question, answering vaguely, or in this case, insulting his navagation skills.
"No, no," he played along, "That's the country club, it's got an expansion, pretty much every road has a view of it."
That actually makes sense now.
Still.
He continued to examine you, your body language.
It was just as tense as before, if not more.
Your little breakdown had only gone on for a quick minute and then you were back to being stone.
If only he could turn you into statue.
Unlike your earlier suggestion before you the dizzy world had slowed and vision returned.
Not before the sight of a concerned smile, his hand parked over the steering wheel, the other resting on the armrest, his torso twisted to meet you.
This time he didn't try to convince you, he let his sad, pretty eyes manipulate you into a sharing state.
"It's just not my day today," you confessed, a little bob in your head confirming that.
"Well, we can change that," his ringed fingers found there ways rubbing against your salted skin swiping tears.
He leaned forward, his lips pressing to your cheekbone, lingering over your skin, the edge of his nose rubbing up the bridge of yours, traveling kisses planted on you in various spots.
He made it to your hair, letting out a hum, tilting his head against yours, making himself level with you, you looked up through your eyelashes to find his comforting gaze on you already, promising better.
Amist the intimate gesture he leaned into it, his elbow honking against the wheel, a bold whistle vibrated through the car, making you jump.
You felt his long lashes tickle your cheek, an embarrassed sigh left him, his forehead still pressed against your face.
And while he thought the accidental honking had ruined the slow, intimate vibe, it tickled you.
His reaction of resignation and reserveness had made it better, and you couldn't hide the smile on your face, the peaks of your teeth peering through and a hearty laugh escaping you.
Rafe carefully kissed your jaw once more, slipping back into his seat, both hands holding the seatbelt at the chest, as he was still fixated on you.
You were smiling.
Rafe made a face, to which he followed up with "there she is," and the mellowness of his tone was enough to make you melt.
"There's my pretty girl."
Ft OBX and the Bahamas finest
Barracuda wasn't that bad, but he's not good either.
Excluding Barry and Rafe, I will happily throw Topper and Kelce's irrelevant ass in next poll.
And Papa Heyward was the best
Last two are SERIOUSLY debatable, but peoples choice, so choose wisely.
The last one is debatable, but if majority wins...
A/n; This will have a couple parts. I haven't finished part one of s4, but this is loosely from what I've seen. With a twist ;)
Warnings; fluff, slight angst, no Jiara, No hate to Kiara, but she does like JJ (even if he's already got a girlfriend) on a brighter note more Pope :)
"Yeah, man, Cleo made me this peppered dish, and it was magic, let me tell you," JJ was staring at Pope, his hands balling in excitement, knees bending as he explained, his eyes closed briefly. The blond snickered, watching his friend's animations, to which Pope straightened up, leaning back against the dock, casually shrugging it off, "I mean I couldn't feel my face, but," he looked around making sure the coast was clear, knowing Sarah or Kie would have gossiped like nobody's business, "worth it."
"I'm happy for you man," JJ said, reaching into his pocket, fetching his lighter, his tan fingers grasping the cold metal, running over the initials as he reached for the freshly (as of yesterday) rolled blunt. His other, patting Pope's shoulder. It was nice to see the pogues finally getting the peace they deserved, and Pope happy with Cleo after his short lived fling with Kie, they don't talk about it.
Speaking of which, she was spotted, storming down the driveway, water drops glistening on her warm skin, her hair stringy, and loosely framing her face as she raked a towel across her shoulders. JJ was quick to notice, the unmistakable, progressing grumble falling from her sunken lips, curved into a sour expression, "check it, dude" he interrupted, the two's eyes following the sway of her hips, matching her face-paced steps up against the plank stairs.
The door swung open, she disappeared inside, the boys following suit after J delicately placed his weed behind the safety of the rope railings, jogging to catch up.
JJ entered the house, hearing distant voices, he could tell it was tense, the silence blanketed the atmosphere, and a latch unhooked, Pope head hung headed towards a confused JJ.
"What happened? He whispered, gripping Pope's shoulder, his concern had seemed to fade in the two seconds the blond was out of the house. He still didn't get an answer, instead a distant shrug, indicating it couldn't have been good.
He continued forward, his ringed fingers gripping the end of the wall, he listened intently, hearing the cluttering of dishes, and the heavy metal clanging, he flinched at the sound, boxing up, he stiffened the wall.
He could tell she was unhappy.After the heavy clatter had died down, he peeked his head from around the corner, seeing her pulling her shirt over her head, the wet fabric smacking against the counter. JJ eased from behind his defense, revealing himself to her, hands thrown up in surrender, "what happened?”
Topper and his stupid kook friends," nothing more had to be said. His hands lowered to his side as he stepped closer, which she allowed. She let him into her personal space, his touch slowing the hand that was scrubbing her arm harshly, now moving the rag in cautious, immediate circles.
An intimate silence had fallen over them, especially under the sound of running water and gentle breathing.
JJ's fingers slipped beneath hers, her rosy knuckles uncoiling as he took over, dragging the material in delicate motions, his eyes following what he was doing.
Kiara's guarded stance had dropped significantly, shoulders relaxing, and her metal rings glided over the edge of the sink while he worked on her back. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” His knuckles dragged against her soft skin, skimming the side of her spine, sending a facial jolt through her. She wanted to, of course she did, but she simply shook her head, her teeth sinking into her lower lip in an attempt to calm herself.
“How about with Pope?” He’s noticed when Kiara and Pope are around each other things get tense.
He wouldn't say anything for the sake of his friend, but it must have meant she felt it too, refusing to answer him or even look in his direction.Now JJ was torn, on one hand his friend needed help on the other Topper had to be dealt with.
“Done,” he murmured, tossing the damp towel against the counter top. Kiara's back arched against the cold air, the warmth from their closeness fading, JJ watch her spine curve, her body turning around to face him.Her lips were curled in a pout, her hair strung over her shoulder, thickly clumped together over her eyes, and her hand holding her elbow, tapping her rings and bracelets against her forearm.
JJ stood still, reaching out, he pushed her hair back behind her ears, her dimpled smile making an appearance, wavering as he took a step back. She accepted the distance with a drawn out blink, almost willing him back over, but instead she breathed out a thank you.
“ ‘Course,” he offered a tight lipped smile, “what are friends for?”
Friends? They just had a moment and he's calling her a friend? She scoffed to herself, leaning back against the counter, watching him walk off towards the door.
Now that that was taken care of, JJ headed back to the dock, surely to find Pope, smoking his blunt, angrily inhaling, and with a small cough breathing it out. Smoking wasn't his thing.
He liked a clear train of thought, but it seems his distasteful interaction had disgruntled him.
“Pope,” JJ summoned what was left of his enthusiasm, approaching slinging his arm around the guy’s shoulder, plucking the weed from his hand. He brought it to his lips, taking a quick huff, tossing it over the railing, into the water.
“Hey, man, I’m sorry.” He shook his head, pushing the bottom of his jacket up, his hands finding his pockets, “nah, man, it's not your fault,” he shrugged.
Yet here he stood apologizing. He knew that even though he would deny it, the apology meant a lot to Pope. “We cool?” “...Like chili,” Pope fished his hand out his pocket, the two fist bumped, patting each other on the back, the mood seeming to make it's way back to them.
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No one can convince me that they didn’t actually shoot way more and better scenes with JJ and Kiara and cut them out on purpose ‘cause they were attempting to detach the audience from both JJ and the ship for the whole season, stupidly thinking it could’ve somehow softened the blow of JJ’s death.
They tried to make him as much of an inconvenience as possible for the group, tried to make Jiara sterile, tried to make him an asshole towards everyone all to at least gain the approval of the average viewer who would think “good he’s gone, he got annoying”.
They didn’t care whatsoever about the character or its story, they did everything with the intention of ruining him to not make him a “fan favorite” anymore and make people feel less sorry about the departure…too bad they miscalculated the dedication of their audience.
The way both Madison and Rudy were talking about their characters and Jiara in the press just makes me believe there was so much more that got intentionally cut out for the reason I just mentioned, we know there are way more scenes ‘cause we have seen behind the scenes photos that never made it into the show and of course they knew the ending but they didn’t know everything that made it into the final cut or not, like when Chase mentioned Luke being in season 3 finale in a S3 interview not knowing it was all cut out.
I just don’t understand how there are some fans who think the general commotion is just about the ship, I don’t understand how you could be a fan of the show and not see a problem with the writing of this season, it goes beyond Jiara or JJ being a fan favorite, it’s the complete destruction of one of the best written characters and storylines, the awful writing of everything and everyone around it for the purpose of making the finale less personal for the audience.
The more I think about it the more insane it gets how they destroyed the show.
The downfall of the show began when they started moving the treasure hunt all over the world for treasures that came out of nowhere and had no real emotional value for the Pogues.
The series is literally called “Outer Banks” and it started with them going on this journey because it was all related to the history of their island and their own families past, families that were all intertwined with one another and stories that perfectly blended into one another, the Royal Merchant that was John B’s father entire life work that led to the Cross being Pope’s family heirloom and who’s ancestors were attached to the Cameron’s land. S2 finale was the last piece of the real Outer Banks with the treasures being connected to one another and to the original quest that started everything, after that it was all random and detached from the Pogues.
El Dorado was incredibly random and felt just thrown out there with a one season villain no one had any correlation with just to make them rich in the end. Even S4 with JJ’s story and the Genrettes connection to the blue crown was so sterile and lacked sentiment since it came out of nowhere, had no correlation to the rest of the story before and it was about a family that although blood JJ nor the audience had any connection with and it still took them far from their homeland with nothing to do with Kildare, something incredibly underwhelming since season 4 was promoted to be a “going back to season one vibes” and promoted to be centered around Blackbeard and therefore a portion of the North Carolina history.
S1 and S2 were the real Outer Banks with the two treasures being connected to each other and with very defined backstories that gradually got unveiled and made us discover a little more about Kildare and the Pogues families, with villains like Ward that had a relationship with the Pogues and motives against them and remained the villain throughout the seasons building a story gradually with depth and giving us purpose to keep following and rooting for the protagonists.
Outer Banks isn’t even about the Outer Banks anymore, it should be renamed “Whatever place in the world holds the next treasure”.
We got initially so attached to it ‘cause it started as a very personal story about the main characters, their roots and their hometown, but it ended up being Indiana Jones adventures around the world just for the sake of actions, the heart of the show got lost into meaningless adventures written with clear confusion and hurry just for the sake of getting renewed by the network.
They didn’t need 4 seasons and they simply should’ve NEVER made season 3 about El Dorado, Ward should’ve died on the Costal Venture and Big John should’ve stayed dead (since all they did in S3 was just be back to do nothing and get killed again) and they should’ve found a way to connect JJ’s roots with Blackbird to the rest of the main story about the Royal Merchant and the Cross ending with them finally getting rich for discovering the history of Kildare and becoming the owners of Goat Island where they built Poguelandia 2.0 (basically S3 finale and the beginning of 4x01 merged together as the series finale).
Three seasons for the three boys born in the Cut discovering the hidden history of their families past on their island would’ve been enough and would’ve made much more sense following a common theme . At a certain point they started doing TOO MUCH when we had actually fell in love with the simplicity and genuine nature of the story.
Outer Banks should’ve never made it out of the Outer Banks and a well written trilogy would’ve been enough.
Obxanon is not reliable, they're just directing hate away from the Pates and onto Rudy+Elaine.
I'm gonna say this one time and then I gotta jump this ship. And before I get called a Rudy stan or wtfever, I'm trying to be as objective as possible. No one here is in the right. I just want people to think about the bigger picture.
Obxanon is not reliable, and the way they present the information is bias.
I'm not saying that there isn't truth to their story. I'm not saying that nothing happened behind the scenes. I don't believe the producers when they say they planned JJ's death from the beginning. I don't believe the fake PR that says there is no beef between Rudy and Madison. We know there is. We can see the tension between them in the show, and we can see it behind the scenes. There's proof that something is wrong. But we don't know WHAT and WHY.
What I am saying is that just because obxanon has some truth and some insight, it does not mean that everything they say is true. And the way they are presenting us this information paints everyone in a positive light except Rudy and Madison. That's bias.
Obxanon excuses the Pate's decision to kill JJ, saying they were "rightfully upset." That was their decision, not Rudy's. That death and the horrible way it was written is on them.
Obxanon also says Elaine was jealous, but doesn't tell us WHY. They say there was conflict between Elaine and the Pates, Elaine and Lilah, Elaine and Madison, but they don't tell us WHY. That leaves it open to speculation, it leaves people to fill in the blanks. Obxanon offers us zero insight into how Elaine felt, why she was upset, why there was conflict. It just paints Elaine as the problem and forces us to guess WHY.
Obxanon says Rudy decided to leave the show and suggests it had something to do with Elaine, but they don't actually tell us WHY. Again, leaves it open to speculation.
Everything obxanon is saying is BIAS. They do nothing to explain Rudy and Elaine's reasons for anything. I'm not saying they're good people and they made healthy choices, but obxanon is trying to imply that they are BAD people and they made HORRIBLE choices. That is bias.
They are HUMANS. They make choices for a reason. If there was actually conflict between Elaine and Madison for YEARS behind the scenes, there are REASONS for this conflict. And we don't know these reasons. Obxanon isn't tell us. Rudy and Elaine aren't telling us. Madison and Mariah aren't telling us. WE DON'T KNOW.
I just need people to really think about the information we're getting from obxanon and why they might be painting it like this. I think it's PR. I think it is distracting us from how angry we feel about the show, and is channeling that anger onto Rudy and Elaine. Who have never, NEVER spoken about this conflict and have never tried to justify anything. They're private people. They're easy targets for a PR campaign like this.
There is something seriously wrong with obxanon and the way they are giving us information. Netflix and the Pates know this fandom. They know how hateful they can be. Obxanon is just tapping into that and fuelling it away from the show and onto Rudy.
You need to remember where we started. Fans love Jiara because they love JJ. So many people love this show because they love JJ. That's obviously clear, look at the uproar over his death. You know why they love JJ? Because Rudy created him and made us love him. Rudy did that. Rudy gave us that.
We would not care about JJ or Jiara if Rudy didn't do the work that he did. And here everyone is, hating on him. Hoping his career fails. Hoping he breaks up with his partner.
That's gross.
I understand why people are mad. Season 4 was a shitshow. Terrible writing, ridiculous plot holes, character assassination, a loss of chemistry between the fan favourite couple. Finished off with a completely traumatizing and unsatisfying death of the favourite character. The show is irreparably damaged.
THAT IS NOT RUDY'S FAULT.
I'm not saying he didn't play a part in it, but it is not JUST on him. And alllllll of that anger is being directed at him in the form of bullying and hatred.
He's a person. People make mistakes. But they also make choices for themselves, and clearly he felt he needed to make this choice. We can't judge that unless we know the reason and WE DON'T.
I will not watch season 5 and that is the Pate's fault for completely losing the plot. For not understanding why so many fans loved this show.
I also need to leave this fandom because people are so hateful and NO ONE is thinking critically about the situation.
Please try to look at the bigger picture. Please try to understand that these people are human beings. We don't know them. We don't know what happened on that set. We don't know why anyone made the choices we did. So chill out?
Be upset about the show but don't be upset with the actors. They did their job and it's done. Leave them alone.
CHALLENGERS — suggestive, no smut, implied smut
frat rafe cameron and frat saxon ratliff x 𝒜ngel reader
The party is loud, music pounding through the walls, the air thick with alcohol, sweat, and something dangerous humming beneath it all. You’re not supposed to be here, not really. You’re the kind of person who shows up at these things with a friend, clutches a red cup full of something you won’t finish, and smiles politely at the chaos around you. You don’t belong in the thick of it. You never do.
And yet, here you are.
Standing by the makeshift beer pong table, watching Saxon Ratliff and Rafe Cameron destroy their opponents with a kind of reckless confidence that makes it look easy. Rafe is silent, his jaw locked, eyes razor-sharp as he lines up his shot, sinking another ball without so much as a smirk. Saxon, though, Saxon is eating this up, grinning as he flexes his fingers, talking shit with a voice that’s way too smooth for someone half a bottle deep.
They’re winning. Of course, they are.
Saxon catches your gaze mid-laugh, eyes flicking to you like he knew you were watching him before you even realized you were. His grin widens, and he raises the ball between his fingers, tilting his head in your direction.
“C’mere.”
You hesitate. Not because you don’t want to, but because the way he’s looking at you, like he knows something you don’t, makes your stomach twist in ways it shouldn’t.
Still, you move closer, slow, your fingers tightening around your cup. Saxon’s already reaching for you by the time you do, fingers brushing against your wrist, warm and confident.
“Give it a kiss,” he murmurs. “For good luck.”
Your lips part, heat crawling up your neck. “That’s stupid.”
He smirks. “Yeah? Do it anyway.”
You should say no. You really should. But Saxon’s looking at you like he knows you won’t, like he’s already won this game, and somehow, that’s worse. So you do it. You lean in, pressing a soft, barely-there kiss against the ping-pong ball, and you swear he breathes a laugh when you do, quiet and full of something slow and smug.
And then, of course, he makes the shot.
The room erupts into chaos, drinks spilling, voices rising. Saxon basks in it, dragging a hand through his hair as he turns back to you, his grin full of something victorious. Rafe just shakes his head, exhaling sharply like he’s unimpressed, but the way his eyes flick to you as he takes a swig of his drink tells you otherwise.
And that should be it. That should be the end of it. But somehow, it isn’t.
Because now they’re both following you around the party, circling you like you’re something to be won. And maybe you are.
“You a freshman?” Saxon asks, leaning way too close, his breath warm against your temple.
“Sophomore,” you murmur.
Rafe hums, standing just behind you, the contrast between their energies almost dizzying. Where Saxon is all heat and teasing touches, fingers ghosting against your waist, your wrist, your shoulder, Rafe is steady, quiet, eyes dark as they flicker down to the way your breath catches.
“You look like you don’t belong here,” Rafe observes, and there’s something about the way he says it that makes you feel small and exposed.
Your throat tightens. “I was invited.”
Saxon grins, tilting his head. “Yeah? By who?”
You glance away. That was probably the wrong thing to say.
Rafe’s hand brushes against the small of your back, slow and deliberate, like he’s testing something. “What’s your major?”
You swallow. “Film.”
Saxon laughs, deep and slow. “That makes sense.”
Your brows pull together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Saxon just smirks, but Rafe, Rafe leans in closer, his voice barely above a murmur. “Means you’re soft,” he says, his breath teasing the shell of your ear. “All sweet and careful.”
Saxon chuckles. “You one of those girls that reads romance novels and thinks she’s above all this?”
You open your mouth to argue, but it’s useless, they’re talking like you aren’t even here, like you’re something fragile between them, something to be studied and toyed with.
“Bet she’s never even done a keg stand,” Saxon teases.
Rafe smirks. “Bet she hasn’t even funneled a beer.”
Your face burns. “That’s not exactly—”
“You drink whiskey?” Saxon interrupts.
Your lips press together. “Not really.”
Rafe leans against the wall beside you, watching the way Saxon tips back his cup, throat bobbing as he swallows. “Not really,” Rafe repeats, shaking his head like that’s amusing.
Saxon grins, reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s cute,” he says, and the worst part is, you can’t even tell if he’s mocking you.
Your stomach tightens. “I should go find my friends.”
Saxon tuts, fingers grazing the back of your neck like he’s barely holding himself back. “They can wait.”
Rafe smirks. “Yeah. We’re having fun.”
And the worst part?
They’re right.
The party only grows louder, the heat of bodies pressed together making the air feel suffocating. But somehow, with them, Saxon grinning, Rafe watching, their touches light but deliberate, it’s not the crowd that has your head spinning. It’s them.
You don’t know how it happens. Maybe it’s the way Saxon’s hand finds the small of your back as he leans in, murmuring something low and teasing in your ear. Maybe it’s the way Rafe lingers, his gaze burning into you like he’s unraveling you thread by thread.
Or maybe it’s the way they move, together, separate, effortless in their control.
You don’t know how it happens, but suddenly, you’re upstairs.
The music is muffled from here, the dim hallway a stark contrast to the chaos below. Saxon tugs you forward with an ease that should scare you, but it doesn’t. Not really. He kicks open a door, stepping inside like he owns the place, and Rafe follows, the door clicking shut behind him.
You should leave. You should say something. But Saxon’s already tilting his head at you, his grin lazy and amused.
“C’mere, pretty.”
You swallow. Your feet move before you can think, drawn into the gravity of him.
Saxon’s fingers ghost over your hip, the heat of his touch barely there but still enough to make you shiver. Rafe is behind you now, solid and unyielding, his presence alone making your pulse stutter.
Saxon tips his head, his gaze flickering over your face. “You nervous?”
“No,” you whisper, though the way your breath catches betrays you.
Rafe chuckles, low and knowing. “Liar.”
His hand finds your waist, steady, grounding, and then Saxon’s fingers are brushing your jaw, tilting your chin up. You barely have a second to think before his lips are on yours.
Soft at first, slow, like he’s savoring it. But then he deepens it, his fingers curling around the back of your neck, pulling you closer, swallowing the quiet sound that escapes you.
And then he’s gone.
Your eyes flutter open, dazed, breath uneven. Saxon smirks, running his tongue over his bottom lip like he can still taste you.
“Pretty,” he murmurs.
Your stomach tightens.
And then, Rafe.
He doesn’t hesitate. His hand tilts your chin up just enough before his lips are on yours, rougher, more demanding, like he’s proving something. You whimper against him, and he makes a sound low in his throat, his other hand finding your hip, gripping just enough to make you ache.
When he pulls back, his breath fans against your cheek, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Baby,” he murmurs.
You shudder.
Saxon chuckles, his fingers tracing the bare skin of your arm. “Think she likes that.”
Rafe smirks. “Think she does too.”
And then, Saxon’s mouth finds your neck.
Warm and slow, teasing kisses against the sensitive skin, his breath hot as he hums against you. Your head tips back before you can stop it, lips parting as your hands find his shoulders.
Rafe watches. And then he’s there too, his lips tracing the other side of your neck, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers skimming the curve of your waist.
You should stop this. You should pull away.
But you don’t.
Because when Saxon grins against your skin and murmurs, “You’re so damn pretty,” and Rafe drags his lips up to your ear, whispering, “You like this, don’t you, baby?”
You can’t bring yourself to deny it.
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have i ever watched obx? no. will that stop me from shipping jjpope and being a lesbian kie truther? also no.
See You Later Daddy~Rafe Cameron
WARRING:Cussing,Daddy Kink,P-IN-V Sex, unprotected sex
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Rafe’s getting ready to leave and go hang out with Topper and Kelce. I don’t want him to leave, and I know just the trick to get him to stay home.
“Do you have to go?" I whine, holding on to Rafe as he tries to get dressed.
"Yes, I do. Now let go so I can get ready.” Rafe chuckles, trying to get me off.
"Whatever,” I scoffed, walking away only to feel a harsh slap on my ass.
“Lose the attitude.” Rafe chuckled
I’m sitting on my phone scrolling through Instagram when Rafe walks out of the bathroom, all dressed, heading straight towards me.
"Alright, I’m leaving. I love you.” Rafe leans in, trying to get me a kiss, but I dodge him.
"Uh, uh, don’t do that. Give me a kiss.” Rafe leans in, but I keep dodging him, laughing.
“GIVE ME A KISS!” Rafe yelled, grabbing me.
“No.” I laughed, trying to escape him.
“Don’t be a brat.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing my face and placing a rough, wet kiss on my lips.
“I don’t want you to leave.” I pout, crossing my arms.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” He placed another kiss on my lips, softer this time.
I just sit back, watching Rafe walk towards the door, already knowing how I’m going to get him to stay.
"Alright, see you later, daddy.” I smiled watching him walk out. My smile turns into a smirk when I see the door open back up.
“What did you just say?” He asked, walking back in
"Nothing.” I smiled innocently, shrugging my shoulders.
"Okay, I love you.” He looked at me suspiciously as I walked out.
“I love you too, daddy.” I smirked at seeing him walk back in.
“You know exactly what you’ve doing.” Rafe smirked, closing the door behind him and locking it. “I’m not doing anything.” I shrugged.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?" I look at my phone, trying to ignore Rafe, who was walking towards me with the stupid, sexy smirk of his.
"Mmhh, what did you say?" He smirks, getting in my face.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Toppers probably wonder where you’re at.” I lean back so he isn’t in my face.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He shrugged, taking off his shirt.
"Bye, see you later.” I look back at my phone.
“You’re going to see me later when you turn back around.” Rafe smirked, unbuckling his pants, leaving him in his boxers.
“RAFE.” I squeal when Rafe grabs me by my ankle, dragging me to the end of the bed.
“You think I’m stupid; you know exactly what you were doing.” Rafe smirked, grabbing my phone out of my hand and tossing in at the top of the bed.
Threading your fingers through his soft blonde hair, your eyes fluttered closed as he stroked from your ankles with both his hands, up towards your knee and to your inner thighs.
Only before dragging them back down again. Rafe pressed a sweet kiss to the inside of your thighs, urging you to spread your legs a little farther before dragging his lips back down.
His lips press against your ankles and your knees. He's teasing you, and you know it.
“Please don’t tease me.” I begged
Rafe licked a flat stripe up your pussy before settling for kitten licks on your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” I moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Rafe continued to lick at you. His tongue was swirling and sucking in all the right places, making the most obscene noises that were mixed with your whines and whimpers.
Rafe hummed against you, slipping two fingers into you, his eyes trained on your expression above him. Rafe was good at eating you out; he knew everything you liked and exactly how you liked it.
“You like that, baby?” Rafe asked, curling his fingers and instantly hitting that soft spot in you.
"Yes, god, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” I moaned, warping my hands in his hair to push him back down.
“Yeah, you're going to cum, baby."
"Yes, Rafe, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I moan, but right before I could, Rafe instantly stopped pumping his fingers, removing all contact from me.
"No, no, no, what the fuck, Rafe?" I was literally about to sob.
"Uh, uh, not yet.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing me and flipping me on my stomach.
”I told you you would be seeing me later when you turned back around. Rafe instantly propped me up on my knees, pushing me down in the middle of my back with my ass in the air.
"Rafe,” I moaned when he slid in, instantly thrusting slowly.
"Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned, chuckling as he toyed with you.
"Please, Rafe, stop teasing me.” I whined
“That’s not my name." Rafe smacks my ass, speeding up a little.
“What’s my name, baby?” Rafe wraps his arms around my throat, pulling me onto my knees as my back collides with his chest.
“Please don’t tease me, Daddy.” I whimpered.
“Oh god, Daddy, faster.” I moan when his pace speeds up.
Pushing myself backwards, I met his rhythm as he drilled into me, his balls slapping against my skin as he buried his cock into me as deep as he could go with every aggressive thrust.
I could feel the head kissing against the sweet spot in the back of my walls, my trembling pussy sucking him in and hugging around him as he groaned.
"So hot and tight." Rafe groaned, yanking me back into every hard thrust of his hips. His cock was so hard and deep. I could barely think or breathe.
mouth begging for relief, but your body demanded more. "I can feel how close you are." His words had my inner walls clenching and my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure pulsed through me. My hips lift on their own, aching for him to reach deeper.
Rafe’s hand dips between my thighs to press on my clit, and a choked sound leaves me as my body shakes.
“Come on, baby, I know you’re close. I can feel you squeezing me.” Rafe groaned, pushing me flat on my stomach.
“Oh god, Rafe, oh God.”
I cum hard, my body jerking beneath his as I bite my own arm to keep from screaming. A deep, sexy moan echos in my ear as he finishes inside me, fucking me slow and deep until we're both spent and fighting to catch our breath.
We’re both quiet, trying to catch our breaths, when Rafe’s phone starts ringing.
“It’s Topper.”
3AM~Rafe Cameron
WARRING:Cussing,Fingering
I let out a sigh as I closed the front door. I slid my heels off quietly and gently sat my purse on the counter, only grabbing my phone. I got a quick look at the stovetop, and the time was 3:29 a.m.
oh shit.
I tip-toed up the stairs, being as quiet as I could. I finally walked to our bedroom and peeked the door open. Once I felt like it was safe, I stepped in. I quickly turned around and closed the door. I let out a relieved sigh and tossed my head back.
"Where have you been?"
I jumped at the voice and looked over to our bed. Fuck, I've been caught.
"I was out with the girls, like I told you." I tossed my phone on the bed and looked at him, watching as he slowly stood up and walked towards me.
"It's 3 in the morning. Where have you been?" he asked again.
"Why do I have to tell you?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"What time did I tell you to come back, 11 right. It's 3; you were out doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. and you're drunk, I can smell it." Rafe scoffed.
Shit, there's no getting out of this.
"First of all, I'm not drunk." I scoffed.
"Watch your tone with me," he said, grabbing my chin and making me look at him.
"Where the fuck were you?" he asked. I whimpered as his grip tightened.
"I was at a party," I signed.
"Now you're not going anywhere else since you want to lie and shit, understand?" He tilted his head.
"y-yes"
"Great, now go get in the shower. You smell like alcohol," he smirked, leaving a gentle kiss on my lips, standing up straight. I sighed, walking into the bathroom and locking the door.
Tossing on one of Rafe's t-shirts that went past my knees, I walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Rafe was still awake, but I think he's mad. Hmm, let's see. I gently slid his phone out of his hand and clicked it off.
"Stop looking like you want to kill me." I placed my hand on his cheek, running my thumb over his lips.
"Stop doing stupid shit that makes me want to kill you." He rolled his eyes, kissing my thumb and sliding his hands under my shirt.
"I'm sorry." I removed my hand and pecked his lips. He smiled at me and flipped us over. I guess he's not mad.
I felt him slide his hand down my body before dragging his hand up to his lips and spitting on his fingers before placing them straight onto my heat, causing me to jump.
I placed my hand in his hair griping and pulling it as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.
“Oh god, Rafe, please.” I moan as he speeds up.
As soon as I started to get closer, he smirked, suddenly stopping his movement and pulling my shirt back down.
"What the fuck, Rafe?"
"Your drunk, shut up," he cut me off, laying back in his spot.
"You’re such a piece of shit." I glared at him.
"Mhm, goodnight, babe," he yawned, leaning over and turning the lights off.
jj maybank headcannons!
warnings: none, pure fluff!
requested by this ask! thank you anon <3
pairings: boyfriend!jj x shy!girlfriend!reader <3
ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always has to tutor jj because he cant listen in class for shit. lucky for him, his girlfriend has all the notes, cause shes observant <3
ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who tugs on jjs arm when shes ready to leave a public setting, or just wants to get out of a conversation, luckily her boyfriend is good at making excuses.
ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always asks jj to order her food for her in a drive thru, or when waiters take their order, cause shes too shy to tell them what she wants, afraid she will stutter or say something wrong.
ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who hates going on on dates in public, not because shes embarrased of jj, but because shes scared she will get mean looks.
ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who texts jj when she meets up with him at a place, making him come get her instead of finding him her self
𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always has to make the first move in the relationship, whether it be the first kiss, first time having sex, first time sleepover, etc. but ofc he doesnt mind, because he loves how shy his girl is, he knows that shes only his.
𓆉 boyfriend!jj who doesnt pay attention in school on purpose, so that when he gets home he can call his pretty girlfriend over to teach it to him instead of a lame teacher <3
𓆉 boyfriend!jj who constantly does goofy things to try and get you to bring out your goofy side that he hardly sees
𓆉 boyfriend!jj who randomly pecks your lips or your forehead, during conversations with others when your sitting on his lap, to let you know he's still there
𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always lets you rant about books or movies to him, even if he doesn't understand because he doesn't ever wanna not hear you talk.
you’d think after 4 season of this shit the pogues would be better liars
SOMEONE FINALLY SAYS IT!!!! THANK YOU!!!!
Not gonna lie, l’m getting a bit fed up with the fandom still trying to create more drama when it’s not necessary at all.
Already seeing all the “boys and girls are doing press separately again” and it’s frustrating seeing people still making this about Rudy and Madison and portraying them as these unprofessional actors who can’t stand to be in a room together, it’s so unnecessary and not fair to them.
It’s pretty obvious that yesterday’s interviews were the way they were simply because of work obligations, the girls and JD were in California and I think it’s pretty safe to say that Chase, Rudy and Drew were most likely in New York or anywhere on the east coast considering Rudy had a play in Boston THAT SAME NIGHT.
I think it’s time the fandom realizes that at least half of the drama between the cast it’s just pure fantasies that people have created out of nothing.
Can’t enjoy anything related to the show these days without a good chunk of the fans complaining about every single thing 🙄
don’t forget peter and mj 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡
For me, it's the ships with one (1) curly-haired, messy boy with suppressed daddy(or mummy) issues who literally wouldn't survive a day without a gorgeous too-good-for-this-world black/brown girl who gets shit done, looks amazing in braids and somehow likes having him around anyway.
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JJ Maybank fanfic idea
Calling all JJ Maybank writers!!
This idea contains spoilers from season 4 part 2 so if you still haven’t seen it…
I have a fanfic idea where when JJ saves Kiara from Groff, it’s the reader instead. NOW instead of hugging her like he did in the show because keep in mind, GROFF HAS A FUCKING KNIFE, JJ stands in front of her, blocking Groff from getting to her, they do fight a little, Groff manages to cut JJ again, but YN knocked him out with some brick she found.
Noticing he’s cut, she calls out for John B and Pope while applying pressure to his wound and leaving that place with the crown she took from Groff, holding up JJ. John B asked what happened, she says that it was Groff and that we need to get JJ some help, they do, but JJ is pretty much out of it because the person who’s fixing him up is saying the first wound is infected, YN is worried AF.
While JJ is knocked out, he dreams of an alternate reality where he stayed with Wes and Larissa and was raised as a Kook, Groff was kicked out of the Genrette residence, he was raised as Jackson, being friends with Topper and Rafe, going to Kook Academy, and only sees the pogues once in a while. He sees John B whenever he’s on Ward’s boat with Rafe, sees Pope when he delivers groceries, sees Kie at the Wreck and during her Kook year, but he has never come across YN at all, until the kegger at the boneyard from season 1.
Instead of Topper saying “stupid pogues” because JJ didn’t give him the beer, he said it because Y/N spills beer on him BY ACCIDENT, someone bumped into her and made it spill. She’s apologizing profusely, Topper not taking it, she keeps saying it’s an accident, John B has his hands on her shoulders saying to forget about him, Topper says “stupid pogues”, him and John B fight, “Jackson” tells topper to leave them alone, topper tells Jackson that he’s a kook, he was born a Kook, he was raised a Kook, and he’ll die a Kook
JJ wakes up, says that he had a terrible nightmare, he was friends with Topper, and says that he’s glad that Groff handed him for to Luke because despite the fact that his father was shitty, he had the best friends ever, his real family, and being a Kook didn’t feel right. Mainly because he never got to meet YN who he is madly in love with.
Just a little idea, if y’all like it and want to use it, please tag me! It’s inspired by a Switched At Birth episode
HOLY FUCK I AM SO MAD AT TOPPERS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND AND ALL THE FUCKING KOOKS. "They threatened us" YOU TRIED TO FUCKING RUN THEM OVER TWICE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE GOD I FUCKING HATE HER OMG
Yall, I hope Rafe gets a therapist in season 5. Like he's messed up. He even told his dad he needed help and that he's not okay. Like he knows it himself.
WARD CAN GO SUCK A FAT ONE. HE PISSED ME THE FUCK OFF. I HATE THAT MOTHERFUCKER. HE HAS MENTAL ISSUES ISTG.
I'm rewatching OBX right now and I feel so fucking bad for Lana. Like she's gone through hell. I know a lot of people in that show have, but they are also criminals. Lana isn't. Her husband dies. She gets beaten up and harrased by 2 assholes, and she couldnt tell anyone about what Ward did, at the fear of getting murdered. Like she doesn't deserve that shit. I wish her the best. Also, the only person she trusted, Sherrif Peterkin, fucking died. Like, come one.
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she actually hacked me for this one
chasing city lights
chapter 19 - what if
synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.
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it had been a week since you and rafe had broken up, and you didn't know what hurt more. the fact you were no longer with him, or the fact he hadn't tried to reach out. not once.
you know you couldn't be upset about that, considering you broke up with him, but part of you hoped he would've tried harder to stay.
and that hurt more than anything.
because now you were left wondering, had it really been that easy for him to let go? had he moved on ? had you spent the last eight months loving someone who was only waiting for an excuse to walk away?
your phone sat on your nightstand, untouched, as if the silence from him was something tangible, something suffocating. you had checked it a million times, hoping to see his name flash across the screen. but it never did.
not a single message. not a single missed call. nothing. you should be relieved. this should be making it easier. but it didn't at all.
you didn't even ask sarah how he was doing as you were too scared to find out the answer. what if he was doing good? what if he realised actually he was better off without you? what if he was happy without you?
what if losing you didn’t break him the way losing him was breaking you?
the thought made your chest tighten, a sharp, suffocating ache settling deep in your ribs. you had spent the last week convincing yourself that you did the right thing, that walking away was the only option. but if that were true, if you had really made the best decision, then why did it feel like this?
you swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking up at the ceiling as if that would stop the tears from forming.
the truth was, no matter how badly you wanted to hate him, no matter how much you told yourself you had to let go, a part of you was still waiting.
waiting for him to show up. waiting for him to fight for you.
waiting for something that clearly wasn’t coming.
every little thing reminded you of him. you hadn't seen the girls in a few days, as even being around them reminded you of all the times you'd been together as a group. everything was so quiet now.
the quiet was the worst part of it, the loneliness. the brutal realisation that maybe you had been waiting for nothing. that maybe rafe had already decided you weren’t worth the fight. because if he had really loved you the way he claimed, wouldn’t he have come after you by now? wouldn’t he have done something?
but all you had was silence.
you clenched your jaw, trying to force yourself to stop thinking about him, but it was impossible. his hoodie still hanging on the back of your chair, the faint smell of his cologne on your pillow, the way your body still instinctively turned toward your phone at every notification, only to find nothing.
you hated that he still had this much of a hold on you. you hated that you were here, in this room, drowning in heartbreak while he was god knows where, probably just fine. probably moving on.
a fresh wave of nausea rolled through you at the thought.
had he already found someone else?
had he kissed someone new with the same mouth that used to whisper i love you?
the idea of it sent a sharp pain through your chest, but you shook your head, forcing yourself to breathe. it doesn’t matter. he's not yours anymore.
that thought alone nearly broke you.
because deep down, no matter how much it hurt, you still wanted to be his.
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a/n: i fear i took this one straight from my journal when i got broken up with LOL
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