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JJ MAYBANK

"Stupid things have good outcomes all the time."

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➩ One Shots:

Silent Rift

↳ The Pogues finally find the gold they've been searching for after countless obstacles. However, when it comes to actually succeeding, the universe has other plans. Held at gunpoint in the middle of nowhere, a spontaneous decision changes everything. In the heat of the moment, words are said that reveal hidden feelings. Emotions run high, leading them to confront not only their enemies but also their own emotions and relationships.

03: the pogues summer playlist

HMS Pogue, surfing, sunbathing, fishing, bonfires at the beach, outer banks summer, partying with the pogues, getting high, carefree summer

04: you’re sarah cameron

happy, heartbreak summer, golden girl, difficult feelings, spend all day biking around an island, family expectations, unprocessed trauma, free spirit

Sundress

When you first started dating Rafe, you didn’t think his obsession with you in sundresses was so real until you dragged him out shopping with you.

You pranced around in a short golf skirt and a tight polo at the country club with him and his frat-boy friends. Sure, you enjoyed the mai-tai part, and seeing your boyfriend's arm flex every time he swung the golf club, but spending 18 holes at the golf course under the hot sun quickly got rid of the perks.

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“Come on Rafe, I golfed all of yesterday with you, Kelce, and Topper. Can you please just take me shopping once?”, you pleaded.

Rafe chuckled, “You call hitting the golf ball into a tree and pouting at how long the game was taking golf?”

Glaring at him, you got closer to him, fixing his shirt collar and negotiating, “I’ll let you buy me a golf skirt and you can teach me how to play sometime, yeah?”

You knew him too well- this comment would just remind him of how cute you looked on the course, and how your skirt would rise every time you’d bend over to swing your golf club. Sighing, he gave in, knowing he could never deny you when you looked at him like that.

In your second hour of shopping, the “designated boyfriend seats” of the stores suddenly got too uncomfortable, and his iPhone games too boring, leading him to his complaints.

“Sweetheart, cmon, it’s been two hours, leave some clothes for the rest of the island.”

Voice muffled behind the dressing room door while pulling the top of a blue toile dress over your head, you responded, “Since when did you care about the rest of the island?” The pile of dresses you tried on before this dress was okay, but this dress knocked the rest of them out of the park.

“Ever since you forced me into shopping like a pogue instead of just ordering it online or getting a styli-”

Rafe froze in the middle of his complaint, staring at you in a way he never had before. His eyes seemed to say something words couldn’t describe, but the drool collecting at the corner of his mouth spoke volumes.

“You’re drooling”, you stepped forward, blushing as you wiped the saliva from the corner of his pink lips. “Thoughts? Questions? Concerns?”, you joked.

He remained silent, eyes scanning your entire body before calling a saleswoman to grab you all the colors available for that dress.

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The days following this encounter proved this sundress theory even more.

Suddenly Rafe wanted to be by you all of the time and canceled plans he had weeks in advance just to spend time with you. When he couldn’t cancel, he’d drag you along and force the guys to invite your friends to come with you.

As Rafe talked with Kelce, Topper, and a few of your friends' boyfriends, he had you perched upon his lap. Absentmindedly, he’d play with the hem of your dress, and always find something on you to “fix” just to get his hands on you, like your dress strap or a piece of hair that’s out of place. You simply looked too pretty not to play with. Intrigued in a conversation about your psychotic ex-best friend, you were reminded of Rafe’s presence the further he traced his fingers up your thighs.

Rafe loved that about both you and the sundresses. That you would become putty in his hands the more he touched you, and the sundresses that easily allowed him to do so discreetly. Sure, Rafe wants to see more of your skin exposed, but the skirt of your dresses hid the haven only he was able to see, whether in his bedroom or his car.

The sight of you in a sundress drives Rafe fucking crazy. The second he sees you in one, he’s immediately gesturing you over to him while he’s sitting. placing you, still standing, in between his legs, he can’t help but stare at your tanned and glowing skin, and the light purple hickies he left on your neck and chest for show. when he’s wrapping his arms around your waist, wandering his hands up the backs of your thighs while you play with his hair, all he can think about is you, and it seems like all of his problems melt away.

While the dresses bring you affection from Rafe, they also attract the attention of other guys. Of course, Rafe can’t blame them for staring at you, he can’t help but stare at you too, but the difference is that you’re his, and his only.

The poor boy can’t help but get a little bit jealous when everyone is talking you up at a party and you’re too innocent to know that they just want you for sex, they don’t just always want to be your friend.

Rafe knows some people have good intentions, but can’t help his selfishness and wants you all to himself- a reoccurring topic in your fights. They’re not really fights, it’s really just you both being too stubborn to admit your wrongs.

During fights like these, when you haven’t fucked in a few days and both full of pent-up anger, the dresses come in most handy.

So when Rafe sees you walking into a beach kegger late at night in none other than a white sundress (the color Rafe says always reminds him how much he wants to marry you), he knows that you know what you’re doing.

The delicate white linen dress hugs your body perfectly, cupping your perky, bra-less breasts perfectly and the hem ends perfectly at your mid thigh. Rafe takes in your beauty regardless of the fact that you’re both fighting right now, but can’t help but be bothered by the fact that you’re wearing that without his hand in yours, without his arms around your waist or tickling your sides, and especially without the hickeys he normally leaves littering your skin. You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull as you turn to talk to your friend, letting her guy friend pour you a drink.

Standing up, he disregards the insults from his friends calling him “pussywhipped” and makes his way over to you, watching your friends leave the conversation in fear of the consequences they’d face for talking to you when you look so good.

Turning your body around to face him, he is even angrier is when you pretend to be “oh so innocent” in white dress, pretend to be oh so innocent. Watching him with your confused doe eyes, he takes a deep breath before me speaks.

“You know what you’re doing.”

While shaking your head, you respond with a slight smirk, leading him to grab your drink someone who wasn’t rafe made you, pour that shit onto the sand, and drag you to his expensive ass car to remind you not only that he was wrong, but that your his, and his only.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ tease. If you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked”, he spoke loudly.

Once he had you leaning back against the outside of his car, you finally responded, “Who said I wanted to fuck?”, softly as you dragged your freshly manicured nails down his chest.

Rafe gave you a knowing look, “You said it with those eyes and the way you’re fucking dressed.”

“You don’t like the dress?”, you whined, eyes watering in anticipation for what was going to come.

He answered you with a kiss on the lips, drifting his kisses from your mouth, down your jaw, to your ear to whisper, “The dress isn’t the problem, Angel. You look beautiful, it’s the fact that you’re so fuckin stubborn that you had to flaunt yourself to the island just to get me to fuck you. If you really wanted me that bad you could’ve asked.”

Letting out a breathy moan in response as he sucked and nipped at your neck you could barely speak, “So prove it.”

Returning to your plump, strawberry chapstick-coated lips, he continued to kiss you, “Hmmm?”

You pushed his chest away and looked up at him. He towered over you with his height, and it just turned you on that much more. “Prove it to me that I’m yours, Rafe.”

Kissing you deeply, he scooped down to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist as he searched for his car keys in his pocket.

Unlocking the back seat door of his car, he set you down as you slid back and laid down to give him room to hover over you.

Hand slipping under your dress, he stared at you as you pushed his chest away and sat up on your elbows.

“So do you really like the dress??”

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This is my first blurb and my first time writing anything like this so please b nice and leave feedback- I love to read ur comments they make me so happy!! - Angel

Beautifully Simple | OneShot

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: You lose your favorite necklace

Warning: alcohol consumption, make out sesh, & mention of nicotine

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To say Rafe's room was big was an understatement. The king size bed in the middle of it didn't even seem to take up space. It baffled you as got up from your knees, eyes scanning the bedroom again as you huffed in frustration. If it wasn't under the bed, you honestly couldn't figure out where else to look since you basically tore apart the bathroom looking for it. You did another perimeter check, walking to the door and scanning the room from a different angle. Maybe that'll work? Looking over his dresser, you shook your head. You already looked there practically a hundred times. You could have sworn you left it on your side of the bed along with every other piece of jewelry you had on before you showered. The Pandora bracelet with meaningful charms gifted from nearly everyone you knew was on your left wrist, the two rings from the same brand Wheezie got you with her birthday money on your index fingers, and lastly, the blue heart Gucci ring Rafe had given you for Valentine's Day a couple months back. You went over to Rafe's cluttered desk, biting your lip as your heart beat faster and tears welled up in your eyes. How did you manage to lose something so valuable?

You didn't realize how much you zoned out until you heard Rafe's door open, your boyfriend stepping into the room. He had a grin on his face and a beer in his hand and he looked like he was gonna tell you something before he noticed the state you were in. "Hey, hey," Rafe said, walking towards you with his brows pulled together. He sat his CoorsLite next to a stack of papers resting on his laptop before running his hand up your arm and turning you into his embrace. You were shaking. "What's wrong, baby? Why're you crying?" He asked softly and you grabbed onto the sides of his dark blue polo like a guilty kid. He moved his hands to cup your cheeks when you looked up at him, frowning at the sight of your tearful eyes and wobbling bottom lip. "I," you exhaled a big breath, trying to match your uneven breathing to Rafe's calm ones. "I-I can't find t-the necklace," you stuttered out, a tear falling down your cheek and into the crevice of your lip. You weren't one to cry about materialistic things, but this was important. It was the first gift Rafe had ever given you. He used his thumb to wipe it away, realization hitting him immediately and his eyes widened but you didn't notice, your own (Y/E/C) eyes switching between staring at his chest and hardwood floors. "The silver one with your name," you mumbled guiltily. You felt so stupid. Rafe bent his knees to get you to look into his eyes, and when you did, he had the biggest fucking smile on his face.

"What?-" you started but he just pulled you into his chest again, shushing you with a little bit of laughter. His hand cupped the back of your head while the other dug into his pocket. You felt heat rise to your face, whether it was from anger or embarrassment you didn't know. Why was he laughing? Getting another wave of frustration, you pushed at his chest, a deeper frown set on your face when it barely moved him an inch. "You jerk, what is so funny about this?" You began, but before you could get another word out, Rafe pulled his hand out of his pocket and opened it to show the expensive necklace resting in his palm.

You gasped, your eyebrows raising in shock as you reached for it immediately. Rafe smiled in amusement. "Where was it?" You questioned, holding it up between the two of you. You brought it to your chest in relief. Rafe rested his hand on your hip, pulling you between his knees as he leaned against his desk. "It was exactly where you left it," he explained, picking up your ring clad hand to press a kiss to the blue heart on your ring finger. "I brought it downstairs to clean it with Rose's jewelry cleaner. It's been a while and I wanted to do something nice. Sorry, baby, didn't mean to scare you," he finished with an apologetic kiss. "That's why I came up here, to give it back to you." His hands ran up the soft material of your strapless blue dress, before he dragged them back down to rest his hands on the small of your back.

You gave him another quick kiss, giving him the necklace and thanking him before turning around. "Put it on for me?" You asked. He did so and you turned around again, flipping your hair through the chain and behind your bare shoulders. Rafe couldn't help himself from dragging his eyes all over you. You had on little black heels with a strap at the ankle and that blue fucking dress that made him go nuts. He remembered the first time he caught you looking at it on one of the many shopping dates he took you on; you never let him buy you too much, much to his dismay, but when you were admiring it, you didn't think he was anywhere nearby as you had left him by the watches in the jewelry section. He remembered walking towards you as you lifted up the dresses tag, your mouth forming an "Oh" as you dropped the tag and tucked the dress back into its spot, shaking your head. He had snuck up behind you and plucked the dress off the rack, holding it in the air when you tried putting it back.

He smiled at the memory, raising his hands to straighten the necklace that rested between your collar bones. You leaned towards him, putting your hands on his jean clad thighs. It truly was a beautiful piece of jewelry, the simple cursive font with the diamond heart connected to the "E" matched you perfectly. Beautifully simple. You loved it almost as much as you loved him, and you never failed to wear it everyday. "So," you said, moving your hands to connect them with his and taking a step back, pulling him with you to the door. "You ready to go? Because that was the last thing I needed." He nodded, kissing your shoulder as you both walked down the stairs.

Topper and Kelce were sitting at the bottom of the steps, both holding beers and ripping Rafe's juul. They both stood once they heard the couple, Topper slurring, "Took you both long enough" as they both looked up to see Rafe help you down the last couple steps. Kelce whistled, "Damn, (Y/N/N), lookin good-" Rafe moved forward quick to smack the back of his head, Kelce dramatizing it and holding his head as if he'd been shot. "Ouch! Jesus, man, just giving your girl a compliment," he whined. Rafe rolled his eyes, pulling your laughing self under his arm. "Yeah, my girl, keep it respectful or keep your mouth shut, dude," Rafe said, chuckling to keep the air playful. Kelce was harmless, but Rafe meant what he said, didn't matter if it was his best friend or not. "Alright, alright, alright," Topper started walking towards the door. "Let's get this night started!" He hollered, chugging back the rest of his drink as he walked out the front door of Tannyhill, whooping loudly. Kelce grabbed the box full of beer, following the blonde out the door, almost dropping the alcohol when he tripped over his own two drunken feet.

"Fuckin' idiots," Rafe muttered, walking with you out into the night, locking his home behind you both. You laughed, and grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him down for a kiss, tasting the beer on his tongue. It wasn't a short peck, like Rafe expected, but he wasn't planning on stopping your advances. He groaned into your mouth, his strong arms wrapping around you until his hands grabbed at your ass, pulling on the flesh as you sucked his tongue into your mouth. You pulled away just as he bit your bottom lip, moaning quietly when be pushed you closer to him. You could vaguely hear Topper and Kelce complaining about y'all from the car, Topper repeatedly trying to jiggle the door handle open to no avail while the keys to the vehicle rested in Rafe's pocket. Rafe grinned, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, his hand resting on the side of your neck. "What was that for? Not that I'm complaining," he said. You shrugged, grabbing his hand and walking towards the car, "Just another thank you," you smiled, giggling when Rafe moved you in front of him while walking, pressing your back into his chest. You could feel his excitement pressing into the small of your back and your hand flew up to cover your mouth when you laughed again, happy to see what you're able to do to him with a simple kiss. He sneakily grabbed at your ass again, groaning at the way it jiggled when he let his hand drop. "Oh, yea?" He asked. His imagination carried himself away as his hand traced up your figure. "You wanna thank me again later, baby?" He joked, giving you one last searing kiss before unlocking the car and opening the passenger door for you. Topper and Kelce fell into the backseat, the former still chanting how this was gonna be the night of their lives. Rafe shut the door, walking to the drivers seat with a smirk on his face. Rafe laughed to himself, he didn't know where the night would take the group, but he knew it'd definitely be one he won't forget.