Oversized T-shirt That Looked Suspiciously Familiar

“oversized t-shirt that looked suspiciously familiar”

*my actual face after reading that line and then rereading it 10 more times”

GURL. Any free snippets you want to give us I will gladly take. You are an amazing woman. My god. The way you write these two I just can’t deal

OMG!!! Thank you!! I’m so excited for them. If you all asked I’d tell you everything! Hahahaha (just kidding, I won’t because we need the mystery and plot! Hahaha)

But because I’m loving thinking about Logan and Rafe right now and @cdragons is so kind to humor me with all these plots and headcanons, here’s another snippet:

“A bowtie? Really?” Rafe tugged at the accessory and Logan wasn’t sure if she was impressed or amused as he slowly untied it. “And it’s not a clip on?”

Rafe scoffed, bowtie hanging undone as he ducked his head in, eyes sweeping across the house, “JJ here or…?”

“No,” Logan glanced over her shoulder as if to confirm that the dark and quiet house was all hers, “he and John B are off doing something.”

“He was at Midsummers,” Rafe lifted his hands to undo the buttons along the points of his collar, groaning when he could finally breathe just a little better. “Are you going to invite me in?”

Logan hummed, arms folded across her body as she continued to block the doorway, “I don’t know. What’d you do to JJ?”

“Nothin’,” Rafe lifted his arm to rest it on the door frame, taking her in from head to toe, liking how soft she looked in the oversized t-shirt that looked suspiciously familiar and cotton shorts. “Just reminded him he was crashing and that he has a hot sister, that’s all.”

RAFEEEEE

LOOK AT YOUUUUUU

PROTECTING YOUR GIRL

jealous Rafe living rent free in my mind. Is it too much to ask for a jealous snippet? 🙏

I think I can do that! Hahahaha.

MDNI 18+ | Suggestive language, swearing, men being gross

Logan’s morning went by fairly quickly, the oldest Maybank surprised not only by the amount of people golfing, but the amount of people drinking that early in the morning, and true to Amy’s word, the men seemed to love the idea of there being two of them running the card today, as opposed to just Amy. 

“Men are gross,” Amy finished wiping down some of the condensation before she joined Logan in the front seat, hitting the gas a moment later to continue down the cart path, “if one more asks me what we’re both doing after our shift is over…”

Logan laughed, her foot resting on the edge as she steadied herself, Amy taking the path at a quicker speed than it probably called for, “Just tell them they couldn’t handle us.”

Amy laughed at that, nudging Logan with her elbow, “Is your beau here?”

“You don’t have to call him that.”

“But it’s a secret,” Amy emphasized and Logan rolled her eyes. “Is he here? And more importantly, is he gonna tip?”

Logan snorted, “He had an eleven o’clock tee time, so he’s probably somewhere out there. I’m sure we’ll see him during our next pass.”

“Here's a few guys...I dare you to remove your padding,” Amy wiggled her eyebrows as they approached their next group of golfers, “let them see your piercings.” Logan threw her head back with a smile on her face as Amy poked her thigh, “C’mon—better tips. Guaranteed. Let's test my theory.”

“Oh, I know they will be,” Logan hopped out of the cart when it came to a stop, “it’s one of the reasons I got them pierced.”

“And Mr. Big likes them?”

“You can’t call him that,” Logan couldn't help the surprised laugh that escaped her lips, “one—he’s younger than I am and two—”

“His family is rich as fuck,” Amy poked her head around the side of the cart, “I don’t care if he’s younger. He’s basically your Mr. Big.”

“I refuse to acknowledge that nickname.”

Amy watched Logan reach into the front of her tank-top, gently pulling out the padding inside the lining of her sports bra, the two cups resting along the edge of the counter as Logan readjusted herself, “Good?”

“Yeah, they look good,” Amy nodded. “When I get my implants, can I take a photo of yours for inspiration?”

“No,” Logan swatted her friend with the padding before she stashed it in one of the storage slots, “my right tit’s smaller than the left, you don’t want these.”

“But you’re a natural c-cup,” Amy leaned against the side as Logan reached for more napkins, “that’s basically my dream.”

“You’re perfect just the way you are, Ames.” Logan gave her a pointed look, “Besides, I heard you lose sensation after they’ve been done.”

“No shit?”

“What are you two clucking about over here?”

Both Logan and Amy turned to see a few guys walking towards them, their own golf carts not too far away. By the looks of them they appeared to be in their late twenties, the brands and style of their clothing a giveaway of how much money they had. “Hello!” Amy greeted them easily, Logan smiling in response, “Just some girl talk—what can we get you?”

“We’re gonna do some shots,” one of the guys, the one with a full head of dark hair that fell over his eyes grinned, his eyes sweeping across both girls, “if you two do ‘em with us.”

“That’s kinda frowned upon…” Amy kept it light and flirty as she explained they couldn’t do that, but did manage to upsell the guys on three doubles, Logan busing herself with entering their order into the tablet. 

“What time do you get off?” The third guy, the one with a tattoo wrapped around his bulging bicep leaned against the cart, watching Amy reach into the cooler for more ice before he looked towards Logan and she didn’t miss the way his eyes immediately found her tits. “Maybe we can get a rain check on those shots until later…?”

“It might be kinda late by the time we get off,” Amy cracked the mini liquor bottle open before emptying it into the cup of ice, one of the guys having requested a cocktail after his shot, “but if you can make a hole in one…”

The guys laughed at the joke and let down, giving one another a hard time and sharing stories of how close they’ve gotten to a hole in one before, exaggerating their best games while they enjoyed their drinks. Logan finished swiping their cards, laughing at one of the jokes the guys told before handing back the AmEx and giving them a moment to select a tip and sign. The first guy who approached them took out his phone and nodded to the girls, “Can we get a photo? A couple guys in our group didn’t come today and we wanna show them what they’re missing.”

While Logan hardly ever worked the beverage cart on the golf course, she knew from Amy’s stories that men taking photos with her was not an unusual occurrence. So they all crowded together in front of the car, one of the guys taking the photo, and it wasn’t until the guy with the tattoo wrapped his arm fully around Logan’s waist that she heard the sound of an approaching cart. The man held on a little too long after the photo, his fingers spread out along her side and Logan gently, but firmly, lifted his hand off her waist, attempting to keep a smile across her face as Amy wished them well with their golf game. 

“If you give me your number…” The man’s phone was already out and directed towards her, but before Logan could decline a white glove-covered hand reached for it, a familiar presence beside her a second later. 

“Yeah, bro, ‘course.” Rafe’s voice, the one he used right before he laid into someone, sounded and the man only stared in confusion, watching the newcomer enter a phone number into his phone before he could put a stop to it, “That’s so nice of you to ask…” Logan bit her lip, eyes wide as she watched Rafe enter his phone number with a straight face, a look of horror flashing across the man opposite of him, his mouth gaping as Rafe saved the contact and then handed the phone back, “Call me, alright? We can start off with a long conversation about how no means no.”

He’s totally stealing one of her things 😀

Omggggg could we get a snippet of the pogues coming back while Logan and Rafe are in her room?

Here is one! Although they're not exactly in her room for this one... 🤣

18+ | MDNI | References to sex, language.

“That’s the best way to start a day off,” Logan sighed breathlessly and Rafe hummed in agreement, pressing another kiss to her knee. 

“Better than serving drinks to dumbasses trying to look down your shirt?”

“Yeah,” Logan pushed herself up onto her elbows, biting down on her lip as she looked at him, “Now I just have to deal with one asshole trying to look down my shirt all day.”

Rafe scoffed, leaning forward to slap her left ass cheek warningly, Logan giggling as he did, “That asshole just gave you two orgasms, so you might wanna be nice to the hand that fucks you.”

“Or the mouth that licks my pussy.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head at her as he released her leg, but before he could reply, they heard the clunk and clank of a car approaching, Logan scrambling off the table as Rafe pushed the chair back, the former moving quickly towards the window to peek through.

“Fuck, it’s the Twinkie.”

“The what?” Rafe ran the back of his hand along his mouth as Logan pushed her skirt back down, hand reaching out to grab onto his bicep as she hauled him through the kitchen and down the hall towards her bedroom. 

“The Twinkie,” Logan wrapped her fingers around the door knob and pushed the door open, moving Rafe inside, “John B’s Volkswagen. They call it the Twinkie.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Logan jumped onto her bed to move towards the window behind it, reaching for the dangling rod to close the blinds, “Stay here until I get rid of them.”

“And if they don’t go?”

“Make yourself comfortable?” Logan paused in the doorway, eyes shooting towards her nightstand beside the bed and then the dresser, “but don’t be weird. I don’t want to come back to you sniffing my underwear or something.”

Rafe shot her an unimpressed look as he leaned back against the dresser, the sounds of the Twinkie’s doors opening and closing echoing through the old, thin windows, “I literally just had three of my fingers inside you…not to mention my tongue...”

“And you did a great job, gold stars for pussy eating." Logan walked back towards the door, “Don’t make a sound, k?”

Just as Logan closed the door behind her, did the front door open widely, JJ thundering in with the merry band of Pogues behind him, “Logan?”

“Here,” Logan moved down the hall, hand casually smoothing down her skirt as she leaned against the back of the couch, “What’re you guys doing here?”

“Why are you home on a Thursday?” JJ glanced around the house, frown across his face. 

“I’m not working today.”

“But it’s Thursday…”

“So?” Logan lifted her eyebrows.

“Thursdays are your late night…”

“I’m off,” Logan lifted her shoulder. “What are you guys doing here anyway?”

“I’m just lookin’ for something,” JJ was as vague as she was and she watched him wander through the living room before ducking into the kitchen and utility rooms. 

While her brother attempted to look casual, Logan glanced towards the other Pogues, “Wanna fill me in?”

“Sorry,” John B slipped his hands into the pockets of his board shorts as he hovered just inside the front door, “Classified.”

“Of course it is.”

JJ let out a groan, throwing Logan an annoyed look over his shoulder after he did a second pass through the kitchen, “Why is your underwear on the ground? Please tell me you didn't bring someone here...”

Her name is Logan, Ward, and she is worth 10000000 of you!!! 🤬🤬🤬

I love the thought of Rafe being protective over Logan, so your series is definitely for me! 😊

You absolutely do not have to do this if you don't want to, but if you have written any, are we allowed to see a tiny snippet of protective Rafe? It's absolutely okay if not, though!

We can have a small snippet!! A lot of them have spoilers, but this one seems free of them!

18+ | MDNI | Language, canon typical violence.

“I’m going to The Bahamas, son,” Ward shook his head, “and I think it would be a good idea for you to come with me. Clear your head some, get some clarity, get some space.”

“I don’t need space, dad!”

“You do!” Ward rounded the room to push the door closed Rafe was moving towards, “She’s got you so wrapped around her finger, Rafe. It’s not healthy. It’s not good. You’re jeopardizing our entire family for this…this…whor—”

Rafe had Ward slammed into the wall less than three seconds later, the picture frame of Denmark Tammy rattling in warning as he pressed his forearm into his dad’s throat, eyes blazing, gritting his teeth so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if one cracked. A few strands of hair fell along his forehead, and he only pressed harder. He was taller than his dad, and without the coke he was a lot stronger, feet digging into the floor.

“You’re not gonna ever call her that again. Do you understand me?” Rafe’s voice was eerily calm, although his words slipped out from behind clenched teeth…

God these two are acting so damn cute together and want them to be happyyyyyyyyyy

Do you have a snippet of Logan calling Rafe hot shot/buddy yet? 😂

I could do that! 🤣😉

18+ | MDNI | References to sex, flirting.

“Yeah, ok,” Logan rolled her eyes as she leaned over to rest her elbows on the Calacatta marble, eyes trailing across the veiny slab before she glanced toward Rafe, the oldest Cameron pulling open the refrigerator door, “whatever you say, buddy.”

It took exactly four seconds before Rafe turned his head, eyebrows furrowed, his gaze shifting away from the shelves in the refrigerator door to look towards her, watching as she rolled the Tootsie Pop around her molars, lips pursed around the white stick.

He slowly took a step back, the refrigerator door closing on its own as his frown only depended, one hand sliding along his hip, “Did…you just call me buddy?”

Logan cracked the Tootsie Pop in response, eyebrows lifting into her hairline, “Problem?”

“Um…” Rafe moved to stand near the counter across from her, his hands resting flat on the surface, “Last time I checked, buddies don’t shower together after having sex all morning…”

“Oh,” Logan pushed away from the counter, hand lifting to twirl her stick, “huh…good to know. I uh…need to make a few calls...”

Logan shrieked when Rafe closed the space between them quickly, one arm wrapping around her waist as the other pulled the sucker from her mouth, and just when she thought he was going to kiss her did he nip her bottom lip warningly, “Behave.”

Logan tilted her head back, requesting a kiss but Rafe only denied her, instead taking the Tootsie Pop into his own mouth before he released her, the open palm to his other hand lifting to slap against her denim covered ass.

*FACE DOWN FISTING BANGING THE TABLE* YESSSSSSSSSS

LET’S GO RAFE, LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Do you have anymore snippets of jealous Rafe? I ate that last snippet UP girl. I would do awful things for a man like Rafe 🥰

YES! In honor of OBX 4 stuff coming out, let’s have a snippet!!

18+ MDNI | mentions of sex, prostitution.

“Hey—don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Logan was horrified, pure panic seeping into her bones as she stared at the man across from her, one hand clutching at the grocery bag while the other rested against her chest, her heart racing from being startled and trying to get out of the store before Biya realized what she bought.

She last saw the man standing not five feet from her several months ago. One of her first clients, Logan wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or offended that he didn’t remember her. She was without a full face of makeup, and she supposed in the oversized t-shirt and distressed cut offs, she didn’t look anywhere near as good as she usually did in lingerie and heels.

“Um…” Any eloquence she pretended to have flew out the window as she stared back at him with wide eyes, “I—don’t think so?”

He came closer, tucking the expensive sunglasses into the front of his button down shirt, the crisp white sleeves folded up to his elbows. “You look so familiar,” he eyed her closely, “did I buy you a drink…?”

Logan winced, vaguely remembering how thick the alcohol had been on his breath when he tried to stick his tongue down her throat. But instead she said, “Not that I remember?”

He reached forward to touch her elbow, eyes sweeping her face and Logan took a step back, attention flicking off to the side as a few uniformed officers got out of their squad car, heading into the nearby deli for lunch and Logan tried to roll through all the information she knew about North Carolina’s legal system, when she felt a hand slide along her shoulder, another moving to back the man in front of her up.

“Everything alright here, baby?”

Logan glanced sideways to see Rafe Cameron standing there, his own expensive sunglasses across his face as he stared down at the man who approached her. Rafe towered over them both, and Logan watched the man release her arm, shaking his head back and forth, “Sorry, I thought I recognized her…”

“I don’t know where from,” Rafe shifted and Logan had never been so relieved to have Rafe this close to her, his hand lifting from her as he moved just enough that his shoulder was in front of her now, “we’re on our honeymoon. From the West Coast.”

“I must be mistaken…” The man scrambled as he took another step beck and Rafe nodded in agreement with him, “sorry to have bothered you. Congratulations, by the way. Enjoy your visit…”

It was one of the most awkward moments Logan had ever experienced, and Rafe waited until the man turned the corner until he turned to look at her.

“Honeymoon?” Logan arched an eyebrow, “Really?”

“A thank you would be sufficient.” Rafe slipped his hands into his pockets, “Or do they not teach manners at Kildare High?”

“Oh they teach us something, alright…”