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A whole day of Rafe spoiling his precious gf... 💕

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You woke up not feeling like your usual self, it's been a long time since you've done something with your hair or went to get your eyebrows done, sticking to basic skin-care for a while now.

Best bet Rafe is not gonna let your quiet "I feel like shit," slide, he asks why, baffled because to him, you're the hottest girl in the world, but gets out of bed anyway, telling you to get dressed and tell him where you want him to take you first as he's cancelling his business meeting for today.

You're chuckling as he's driving you to your favorite place to get your eyebrows waxed and get an eyelash lift (he doesn't really know what that is... but anything to make his girl happy), he sits down in the waiting room and deals with some e-mails while you follow the nice lady inside. She waxes your eyebrows and chats with you while she works on your eyelashes, complimenthing their length.

Rafe gives you a smile when you walk out and wink at him multiple times, showing off your lashes, your mood being a lot better already. He wraps his arm around your waist, squeezing you gently as he pays the lady with his black card, leaving a tip for being so nice to his precious baby.

He drops you off at your favorite hair salon, knowing damn well hair will take a lot of time and no chance in hell he's gonna sit around. "Get anything you want baby, alright?" He hands you his card and kisses you on the lips, loving to see you so giddy and excited.

You end up getting a hair cut, new layers and a new fresh color, not too drastic of a change but noticable enough to make you feel so much better. Your hair looks amazing, it always does leaving the hairdresser, so smooth and healthy, bouncy and they always give you the perfect blow-out. You already feel confident walking over to Rafes car.

"Hey there," he mumbles and hands you a cup of coffee that he got you on his way here and wraps a strand of your hair on his finger, smirking. He's so wrapping your new hair around his hand tonight... "lookin' gorgeous," he mumbles and you lean in to give him a kiss.

"Thank you, Rafey." "Mhm," he mumbles and pulls you closer, making out with you for a worth while.

He finally pulls away after a moment, his lips all puffy from how much you kissed him, and he runs his hand through your hair, not able to stop touching it. "Wanna get your nails done?" He asks, ready to provide anything you want today.

"Yeah," you blush, still a bit shy to ask for something from him. "Wanna pick the color for me?" "Mhm, sure." He taps your thigh when he starts driving, thinking about it for a moment.

"Blue?" "I knew it," you chuckle. "How?" "Guys always pick blue," you giggle again and he frowns, not happy with that. He won't be like guys, so he grunts and suggests red and white, proud of himself that he picked two colors. He loves you in red anyway. Fuck blue.

Rafe tells you to go ahead and that he'll be there before you're done.

You are treated so nicely at the salon, the guy doing your nails offers you wine, the place smells so nice, clearly luxurious, their chairs are covered in red velvet, comfy. You are almost done with your set when Rafe walks in, a little bag in his hand, walking over to you and looking at your nails over your shoulder, kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, holding you and allowing you to rest your chin on his arm as you to lean into him, clearly getting the need to show off that you're his girlfriend the second he saw the guy.

"You like them?" You look up at him and show him your free hand, Rafe kisses your knuckles gently, avoiding the fresh nail polish. "Mhm, love them baby." He whispers and you notice the man doing your nails straightening. Rafe stays there like a guard dog, his arm wrapped around your neck and shoulders the entire time.

He pays for you, holding your hand and brushing his thumb over your knuckles as you both leave.

"What'cha got there?" You giggle, leaning over him to steal a look at the bag but he shushes you and pulls you away by your waist, his grip so firm it sends shivers down your spine. "Don't be noisy," he smirks and you scoff, which earns you a squeeze on your hip.

The sun is setting when he leads you to his car again, you smile and just pull on his hand. "Rafe," you stop him for a second and he turns around, worry evident in his eyes. "Yeah? What's wrong?" His hand cups your face immediately and you just admire how pretty he looks in the golden hour.

"Nothin’, just... thank you." You smile up at him and he grins, pulling you closer. "Anytime, princess." He purrs softly and leans down to kiss you. You once again make out for a while, his hands roaming your hips and yours wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He wanted to wait a little, but you also look stunning to him right now, looking up at him with your big eyes like he’s your entire world, so he rolls his eyes playfully and offers you the bag, kissing your forehead. “Open it.”

“For me?” You place your hand on your chest dramatically and he bites your cheek in return, eager for you to open his gift.

You pull out the small box, opening it and you stare at the silver bracelet covered in gems and heart detailing. “It’s… wow,” you breathe out, taking it into your hand and taking a proper look, some of the diamonds reflecting the sun.

Rafe smiles and gently takes it from your hand to put it around your wrist, taking a look at it in the sun himself once he does so. “Thank you, baby.” You finally say, looking up at him with watery eyes. What did you ever do to deserve him?

“I love you,” he huffs and leans in for another kiss, this one gentle, soft, slow. You kiss him back, holding his face between your hands.

“I love you too. So, so much.” And Rafe’s just happy to hear that, happy to be the provider and to be appreciated for it. It’s all he needs back from you.

You don't ask him for anything else, but you notice that he's driving in a different direction than Tannyhill. “Where are we going?" You ask as you lean into the seat.

"Gettin' you new clothes, baby," he mumbles as if that's the most obvious thing in the world and you want to refuse but he gives you this look that clearly indicates his mind is already made up and you're not doing anything about it.

You walked around the mall, trying all sorts of skirts and dresses, and Rafe followed behind you, usually dragging you into the more expensive stores 'cause you wouldn't go there yourself.

He got you some tops and skirts but you were still looking for a dress you’d like enough.

He liked you in anything, so he said you should get whatever you were currently trying on, but you just chuckled and said no. He honestly loved it, what a great idea to have a treating my favorite person in the world day, he could just sit down and stare at your body over and over again as you tried on different stuff.

"I love this," he mumbled as he got up, not resisting the urge to wrap his hands around you when you tried on a tight velvet dress with a slit at your thigh, "you look so fucking hot," he exhaled and kissed your neck gently, nibbling and brushing his teeth against your skin.

"Mhm," you arched your back, leaning into him and he let out a quiet groan. "We're gettin’ this one." He decided and you giggled, nodding, taking it off, but Rafe stepped in front of you. "Wait, lemme help," he mumbled, eager to get it off you later again. He helped you strip, grabbed the dress and another sun dress you tried on earlier that he loved as well.

You wrapped your hand around his bicep, yawning when you finally left the mall and made your way over to his car for the last time today. Rafe chuckled and placed your bags in his car before opening the door for you. "Tired from doin' nothin', baby?" He teased you and leaned over the car door to kiss you before you got in.

"Tryin’ on clothes is exhausting, you know?" You joked back and he grinned.

"Wanted to take you to dinner, but—“ "Rafe I'm really tired," you said softly, still grateful for the thought.

"I know, me too," he grabbed your hand into his. "We'll grab food on our way, yeah? What are you feelin'?”

"Dunno," you mumbled and closed your eyes, your hand playing with his fingers. "Chinese?" "Alright," he agreed and grabbed the food in a drive through and finally drove you both back to Tannyhill.

You both sat down on a couch to eat and let some random sitcom play in the background. The second you both finished your food you were on his lap, straddling him, kissing him passionately and running your new nails over his skin, feeling how he shivered under your touch.

"Thanks, Rafey," you said again, grateful that he made you feel so loved. "Anything for you, m'lady, okay?"

You chuckled at the nickname, kissing him again, running your nails over his chest and tugging at his shirt, earning a groan from him.

texting bf!rafe <3 pt. 4

part 1 here | part 2 here | part 3 here

i love it when he’s a little sassy shit 🤭

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readers stories with bf!rafe <3

i imagine most of these would go to close friends 😭 also i’m literally addicted to looking up drews pics and making up little scenarios w rafe in my head ugh send help

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Rafe has a thing for hickies. No, actually he’s obsessed with marking you up. Always making sure your neck, chest, stomach, thighs and breasts are covered in his bites.

And he loves that you can’t always hide them. How could you, in the hot OBX weather. You eventually get used to it.

He loves it when guys stare at them, his love bites on his girl. He loves it when you scold him after a heated make-out session and wince when you run your fingers over them.

And not just hickies. He has a thing for every visible mark on your or his body. Your scratches on his back. Your bruised knees. Sometimes he’ll just bite down on your arm or shoulder while you’re messing around because why not?

Your bruised wrists from him holding your hands above your head a little too hard, marks from where his hand squeezed your flesh too much. His swollen lips from how much you kissed him.

He’s so obsessed with you, let it be seen.

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Scary? My God, you’re divine ❤️‍🩹

Rafe Cameron x Reader

First time telling Rafe that you love him after a panic attack caused by Ward

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He’d come to your house, all soaked from rain head to toe but you could still tell his face was wet for a completely different reason, his eyes bloodshot from crying and pupils blown from drugs.

“Hey,” he managed to mumble and you took him in immediately, he hugged you tight, crushing your small body in his large arms, his nose burried into your neck, small sobs escaping him.

You’d be the only person he’d open up to. Ever.

He’d cry and sob and shake and tell you how much of a failure he is, how he let his dad down again, how he only fucked things up, how useless he was and you’d tell him he was perfect in your eyes and how happy you were that he was in your life.

“I don’t deserve you…” he’d mumble after a long time of him sobbing into your shirt.

“You do. You always have, Rafe,” you ran your hand down his back, “you need to change, or you’ll get sick.” You mumbled and tugged on his wet clothes.

You gave him his old shirt and shorts that you kept a long time ago. Later that night you’d force him to eat something and drink a lot of water (it helped with the withdrawal), you’d sit in his lap and allow him to just wrap his arms around you and breathe and kiss your neck.

You eventually got to bed, made out for a while and told him to get some much needed sleep, both your arms and legs wrapped around his body and your steady breathing brushing against his shoulder.

“Do I scare you?” He asked out of nowhere, leaving the worry to float above both of you in the dark.

You supported your body weight on your elbow, looking at him, at least trying to in the black room.

“I love you,” you mumbled ever so gently, running your fingers through his hair, hoping that was enough of an answer. Rafe froze for a second, but before you knew it he pulled you in by squeezing your neck, kissing you hungrily, passionately.

“I…” he mumbled between kisses, biting your lips in the process, “love you too. S’ much.” He admitted out loud.

You giggled and his stomach twisted, kissing you again and again and again and then your collarbone and neck. He’d never thought he’d be saying these words out loud ever. But here you were, making his head dizzy.

I love you, I love you, I love you, he repeated as he kept kissing and biting your skin.

So We Won't Forget

pairing: f!reader x rafe cameron

plot: you meet rafe cameron at a grief support group while he struggles with the loss of his father. he's trying to be a better man, and you can't help but love him for it.

warnings: 18+, sensitive topics such as death and mourning, use of Y/N, fluff and flirting, challenging sibling dynamics, smut (P in V, size kink, lots of praise, some teasing), mentions of past drug use, rafe is reforming (?) lol

word count: 7.7 k

Rafe didn’t know what he was thinking.

He knew Barry had given him the bright pink flier as a joke more than anything else. And he’d taken it as a joke, at least after the initial roll of his eyes, too. Ended up crumpling the sheet of paper and chucking it into the garbage can near his bedside, muttering some iteration of ‘yeah man, that’s real funny’.

His dad was dead. For real, this time. He didn’t need some corny grief support group where people sat in a circle and sang their sorrows.

He needed a fucking time machine.

Still, he had done it.

Sleep was getting harder and harder to find these nights. The temperature never felt right.

Too hot when he pulled white sheets up and over his bare hips and too cold when he let them slip down to his feet.

He rolled his body over to his side with the intention of scrolling through his phone which had become increasingly dry since his return from Guadeloupe.

But then his hand was reaching down into the garbage can and he was squinting in the dark to make out an address he’d never seen before.

It was no wonder why. The Church was so far in the outskirts of Figure 8, it might as well have been on the Cut. But it wasn't, and that was one of the only reasons why he'd reconciled with making the drive.

It was a shoddy building with peeling paint and a slanted roof, and it took him a whole twenty minutes to step outside of his truck and through the front doors.

The place gave him the chills. He felt better thinking it was because it was so run-down and he was a Kook through and through, but a part of him knew it was for a different reason entirely. He wasn’t completely sure he wouldn’t burst into flames upon entry. It wasn't long ago that he’d melted a fucking cross for Christ’s sake.

Like the man standing at the entry-way can read his mind, he claps a hand on Rafe’s shoulder and flashes him a reassuring smile. He must've been staring guardedly at the blocked off pew.  

“We just use the space on this side of the building.” The man says, gesturing to the large room with groups of scattered chairs and a long table at the back with pastries and refreshments. “There’s no, uh,” he clears his throat, then continues with a knowing glance, “religious affiliation.”

Rafe manages a nod, his fingers feeling numb and jittery all at once. His eyes rake over the room once more. More specifically, the people in it.

Some of them look like they’re itching to talk, while others look so boxed up it makes the silence in the room more chilling. Rafe decides he connects more with the latter, but there’s a spot he can’t quite reach at the swell of his shoulder blade that suddenly feels like it could use a good scratch.

“I’m Leon, by the way. The program manager.” The man, Leon, introduces himself. “Help yourself to some snacks, then grab a seat. We’ll start shortly.”

Leon shoots Rafe another smile, then saunters over to the front of the room where he sits down by a dingy whiteboard. 

Briefly, he wrestles the impulse to sprint out through the double-doors and scrub the very essence of the place off his body in a scalding shower. Sterile and dizzying, just how he likes them. 

But then his feet are trudging clumsily toward the snack table, and he downs a hot cup of coffee that splashes uncomfortably against the acid in his stomach before filling an empty chair at the back. 

"Let's see. As you take your seats and feel out the room, some of you might be asking yourselves why you even bothered to show up. Why don't we take a moment to remind ourselves why?"

To you, the introduction by the man you now know as Leon leaves something to be desired. A reminder wouldn't be necessary because forgetting wasn't the problem. 

The problem was your best friend was gone, and nothing in the world could get your mind off it. It was a strange kind of irony, really, talking about her so you could end up talking about her less. 

What better place and time was there to mourn than the beautiful Outer Banks in the summer?

At least, that's what your mother had said in a chipper tone as you rode the ferry off the mainland together.

Taking in the ambience of your surroundings, you seriously doubt she's right. The AC is blasting and you still feel sweat beading on your forehead. The place had the humidity of a greenhouse and none of the natural light. 

"We'll start our conversation small. With a partner." Leon says, breaking you out of your trance. "I'll walk around the room and pair you up."

The friendly man that Leon is, it takes him a while to get to the back of the room where he pauses in front of you.

"Alright, so that leaves... you two!"

Leon points vaguely to a figure sitting at the far corner, who lifts his head for a second to meet your eyes. A flash of blue before he looks back down again. You notice that he's not moving a muscle and probably doesn't intend to. 

"Guess I'll come to you." You mutter shortly under your breath, dragging your chair behind you as you move closer. 

Taking a seat in front of the quiet stranger, the first thing you notice is that the top of his head is pretty. Then he lifts his chin and you come to realize that the rest of him is even prettier. 

Dirty blonde hair that seems to be growing out after a cut sticks to his forehead, slightly damp with sweat. Angular jaw, beautiful blue eyes, soft pink lips pressed into a frown. He gazes at you suspiciously. 

"Rafe." 

Your eyebrows furrow, temporarily stalling your ogling. "What?"

"My name." He squints at you, pointing a slender finger to the whiteboard on which Leon has messily scrawled the words: 'introduce yourselves and explain why you're here'. 

"Rafe." You repeat, trying the name out in your mouth. It feels harsh but satisfying. Like a swear word. "I'm Y/N." 

He nods, but doesn't say anything else, his eyes flickering between the floor and a black truck you can make out through the window - like he's worried it might disappear. 

You steal a glance at the pairs around you who seem to be getting far deeper into conversation than the two of you. 

"I think we're supposed to talk." You mumble.

Rafe nods again, and his lips part for a moment, but then they close again. You fight the urge to glare at Leon for dooming your progress before it could even begin.

"I can go first." You offer with a shaky breath. "I'm here because my best friend, Stacy... died. It was, um, a car crash." 

Hating the way the silence intensifies between you, you continue. 

"I don't really know what to say. Just that she was kind of my favourite person. And she, uh... always made me feel like I was the only one in the room, you know? She just wanted to make you laugh and it was like nothing else mattered. Just us, living in our own little world."

Rafe feels a certain tightness in his chest, pressing down on his sternum.

"You're lucky." He scoffs.

It makes your face fall.

He'd tried to make it sound like a good thing, but it came out ugly, like it always seemed to. 

"I'm... lucky that my friend died in a violent car crash? Gee, Rafe. Your empathy has no bounds.” 

The turn of your voice makes Rafe's spine stiffen, his brows stiffly pinched together as he attempts to soothe over his words.

"No, I didn't mean it like that, okay?" 

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Suddenly, the lips that you once thought were pretty look more like what they really are. Annoying, when they move. His crisp blue polo and stupidly expensive watch are starting to get on your nerves.

"I just meant that you - look, at least you had her. That's more than a lot of people can say."

That was rich coming from a guy that looked like he had everything in the world at his disposal.

"Who'd you lose? Your gardener?" You quip. 

Rafe stares bitterly then looks down at his lap where his fingers are fidgeting.  

"My dad."

You feel your stomach churn with guilt, face getting hot.

It's the way he says it that pains you. Like it hurts him physically to get the words out. You know that feeling like the back of your hand. You wish you didn't, but you do.

Suddenly, Rafe's rigidity feels less abrasive and more heartbreaking. You wonder how long it's been, hesitant to ask because it might make you feel worse. Maybe you deserved it for leading with pettiness instead of compassion. You remind yourself that you're grieving and messy, too. 

"Oh." You choke out when an apology feels tight on your tongue.

He lifts his head up to meet your eyes, chewing on his bottom lip. "Yeah. Oh."

"I shouldn't have said that, Rafe. I'm sorry." 

"No, I get it. I shouldn't have said that either. That way, at least. I'm trying to be better at... not saying the wrong thing." He breathes, shoulders falling. "I fuck it up constantly."

"You're not, you didn't." You shake your head. "I'm just on edge. Plus, I get really cranky when I'm hot, and it's boiling in here. Promise." 

You feel a sense of relief when he cracks a smile at that, wanting to savour it. 

"And...," you trail off, catching his attention. 

"And?"

Your gaze runs over him, from the top of his handsome face, down to his shiny designer boots. 

"You're textbook Kook. I guess my whole 'eat the rich' thing got the best of me." 

Rafe laughs softly, feeling a rush in his chest. For a second, he's not thinking about a certain series of events that looms over him everywhere he goes like some sort of 'never off the clock' paralysis demon. Nor any of the bad decisions he made that led him up to that point and drove him deeper into the ground after the fact. He remembers back when he was just a regular asshole. An arrogant rich kid with poor impulse control and penchant for adrenaline. 

He's debated if he would choose to go back thousands of times. 

Part of him wants to.

He had a lot less to worry about. More parties to throw, more girls to take up to his bedroom after very little flirting on his part, more blow to keep him heady and distracted.

Help keep his mind off of the arguments with his dad.

His dad, who blew a hole in his life, and now, was gone... forever. It's something he'd imagined more times than he could count, but he would have never guessed this feeling. 

Nothing felt good anymore. Like he didn't deserve any release because his dad wasn't here to give him shit, so he'd endured nothing to deserve it. He'd started feeling guilty, more than usual, and in a more physical sense. He could feel it when he woke up. Maybe it was the guilt that woke him up every day, gasping for air and clutching his chest. It was starting to sink in and sometimes he spent the whole of the night crying. It was like his soul was being reformed. He drove to a Church, instead of calling Barry, to feel something again. 

He secretly hoped for a big, ambiguous power that would slap him awake and help him trek forward like a strong wind behind his back. But believing took a certain lack of resistance and if his father's eyes were anything to go by, Rafe was stubborn like a grease stain.

Then there was the risk of believing and still watching everything spin into chaos around you. Feeling stupid that you hoped for something different.

But things are different now. 

He's still an asshole, sure. But he's trying to work on that. 

"You're not wrong." He admits, grinning slightly. "You been to the island before?"

"Couple times. I know how you guys talk." You shrug, amused at how the jargon piqued his interest. "It's been a pretty long time, though. Don't think we've ever met."

He nods, like that makes sense to him. You shiver when his blue eyes run you up and down. 

"I would've remembered you."

Before you can respond, Leon makes his way over to the two of you, smiling to himself, mostly, because the conversation he'd manufactured appeared to be a success.

"You two look chatty." He says brightly, eyes flickering over Rafe's posture, far more laid-back than when he first walked in. 

"Just doing what you asked." Rafe replies shortly.  

"Yeah, 'course. Just that you two seemed quiet, but turns out, you're chatty. It's nice, that's all. Keep up the good work, folks!" Leon says the last part loud enough for the room to hear, enthusiastically clapping his hands together while he does it. 

"Dude's weird." 

You chuckle at Rafe's comment, watching as Leon eagerly prods at another pair. You turn back to him and shrug. 

"Definitely weird. Kinda sweet, though?"

The rest of the session continues with Leon speaking to the group, promising that next time, sharing would take place in a larger circle for deeper community. You don't miss the way Rafe's knee bounces up and down next to you. At one point, you gently put one of your palms on his knee to keep it still. You feel his stare burning a hole in the side of your face, but you don't look at him. Just a hint of a smile on your lips. 

It makes Rafe nervous. He feels something different, and he likes it, but it makes him nervous. 

"Hey... you gonna come next week?" You ask him as you sling your bag over your shoulder, trying to make sure your voice doesn't sound so hopeful. 

He pauses for a second. 

"Uh, maybe. Maybe, I'm going to have to check on a few things first." By a few things, he meant Barry. Though they'd unloaded most of the cross gold, they still worked together sometimes. Mostly because they wanted to.

He was an unlikely friend. Gruff and hard to control, but in his corner.

If Rafe was going to show up again, he didn't want Barry finding out. He'd never hear the end of it - 'you're getting soft on me, Country Club!'.

"Okay." You chirp, turning to leave and taking all of three steps before stopping again with your bottom lip wedged under your teeth.

Fuck it. 

"Hey Rafe?" You spin back, sounding hopeful and a little desperate, but honest, at least, because you are those things. 

"Yeah?" He breathes, eyes falling all around you. 

"I really hope you come."

Quickly, you turn back around and make your way to the door, hand barely gripping the knob when you finally hear his voice.

"Y/N."

You look over your shoulder to meet tender blue eyes. 

"I'll be there."

Turns out, sharing circles are harder than they look. For Rafe, at least. 

You spoke about Stacy so easily. You spoke well of her so easily.

When Rafe heard your shaky exhales next to him, he clamped his warm, calloused hand over yours on instinct, listening thoughtfully to the way you described her favourite hobbies. The ones you loved along with her, and the ones you loved to make fun of her for. It was a good reminder for him, that the fruits of his instincts could be tender. An animal with at least some softness. He wasn't always so sure.

He spent a fair amount of time comforting Sarah and Wheezie when they cried as kids, but he was also usually the reason they started crying in the first place. 

After that first meeting, you awkwardly made your way out of the Church and Rafe followed behind you shortly after. When he watched you undo your bike lock, he puffed his red cheeks out and approached you with a slight shake in his knees. He wasn't nervous, it was just hot out - is what he tried to convince himself. 

He offered you a ride back to the house you were staying at with your mom in exchange for your number. You strapped yourself in his passenger seat with a smile on your lips and a special kind of spark flared up in your chest, the kind that makes you acutely aware of the sweat coating the back of your neck, sticking the hair to the skin, when your eyes met his in the rearview mirror. 

Rafe didn't look like the kind of guy that seemed well-intentioned when he asked for a girl's number. But he surprised you when he texted you once he got home. Then again all through the evening. And, in the days that followed. 

Between the texts and the phone calls, you covered a lot of ground. Now, Rafe knew about the time you peed yourself at an elementary school book fair, and you knew that he slept with his first dog's collar months after she died. You gushed about your favourite kinds of junk food while he raved about the hand-spun milkshakes at the club. 

Rafe's turn to speak in the circle was a mess, to say the least. He could hardly spit a few words about Ward, too busy navigating pregnant pauses and his newfound habit of stuttering. He thinks he might've called Ward 'nice', then very quickly grimaced after. When he heard his own voice through the rush in his ears, he thought it sounded nothing like him. He could barely even feel your gentle hand rubbing at his back when his words broke and cracked, leaving his throat with a nasty burn. 

Though Rafe knew his relationship with his dad was strained, he loved him.

It wasn't a comforting feeling, but it was the truth, and all he had. They both could have done better, he reminds himself. God knew that was true.

But at one point, he'd just been a kid. He needed help. He needed his father who always seemed to find business elsewhere. It made sense that talking about Ward was hard.

It made mourning him harder.

A perpetual flurry of emotions that kept his mind up at night and his hands restless. Anger and sadness always dominating the rest, but fighting their own fight with each other.

Anger when he thought about the ways his dad favoured Sarah.

Sadness when he remembered those rare early mornings Ward woke Rafe up for a surprise boat trip, just the two of them.

Back then, Rafe used to stay up entire nights in excitement at the prospect of spending some time alone with his father. Eventually, he had to force himself to accept that their last trip together had long passed, and right under his nose.

"Was it bad?" He groans, eyes screwed shut as he rubs a hand over his taut jaw, working lazily on a piece of gum.

He's still sitting when the room clears out. You stand to haul your bag over your shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile that he absorbs fully. Bright blue eyes drinking you in. 

"No, Rafe. It was fine. Everyone's too busy focusing on their own shit. You got through it just fine."

He gives you an unconvinced look, quirking a brow. Then he tugs at your bag, holding it instead. 

"You're lying." He frowns. With a hint of amusement in his voice, "God, and you're a bad liar, too."

Biting your lip, you take Rafe's hand in yours and drag him towards the exit, giggling quietly to yourself. He trails behind you, slowly shaking his head. He grins when you skip past the metal rack at the front of the building and pull him into the parking lot. You didn't bring your bike today. 

"C'mon, big guy. Let's get you a milkshake." You tease. "I know a place."

He rolls his eyes and laughs, letting you lead him in the opposite direction of his truck.

"You're going the wrong way, dumbass."

"I don't know, Rafe. It tastes kinda funny."

"That's because you mixed chocolate, vanilla, and peach. Who the fuck does that?"

Rafe sips on his chocolate milkshake as he sits across from you in the booth, an amused smirk tugging at his pink lips. The Island Club is somehow nicer inside than it is outside. The cherry-wood of the tables shines under the mood lighting and even near capacity, there's enough room for decent conversation. 

You pout, stirring your paper straw around in the metal cup. You perk up with an idea. 

"Let me try yours."

Rafe starts to laugh, eyes widening in protest. You're sweet, he thinks. He'd probably give you anything if you asked.

But that didn't mean he'd do it. He liked to think he was a little more challenging than that. 

"No, you made your bed." He shakes his head, gulping down another sip. It makes his Adam's apple bob. You stare mostly unashamed and lick your lips without thinking. "Now lie in it."

He watches your eyes get big for all of three seconds before realizing he'd lie right beside you.  

"Fuck, fine." He relents, taking his lip under his teeth, pang in his chest. "Don't look at me like that."

With two fingers, he pushes his cup in your direction and you hum happily as you sip from it. A sort of warm feeling in your stomach as you realize Rafe's mouth was on the same straw you're sucking on just moments before. 

"Do you know that guy? He's staring at you really hard." You mumble through the milkshake, but Rafe's eyes are fixated on your saliva-coated lips. 

"Huh?"

You turn your gaze to a guy at the bar. He's been staring at the back of Rafe's head for the better part of five minutes, squinting his eyes every so often as if to confirm it's really Rafe he's looking at. As he starts to come closer, you begin to understand why - his button-up shirt is half undone, his tawny brown hair disheveled, a far-away look in his blue eyes - he's drunk off his ass. 

Rafe turns to look. 

"Shit. Yeah, he's my sister's... long story." He sighs, forcing a smile as the guy approaches your table. "Hey, Top. What's going on, man?"

"Rafe!" The guy, Top, slurs excitedly. "I never see you around anymore, man. Where you been?" 

Then his eyes run over you and he chuckles. "Maybe I should be asking who you been with." 

It was true, Rafe had been sort of MIA since Sarah had returned with the news about his dad.

Well, except for that one incident. He hoped Topper was too drunk to remember that. In any case, he hadn't felt that guilty about their fading friendship - Topper had been MIA, too, ever since he went 'Rafe-crazy' and lit up the Chateau. He supposes that was his fault, too. 

Maybe he was avoiding him on purpose.

Topper reminded him of all the skeletons in his closet. It was hard enough living with the shame without a walking, talking reminder of his past. A lot of bravado and hair gel, is what it was. He regretted nearly everything now but sometimes he worried that if he spent enough time in the same places he used to, with the same people he used to, he'd somehow switch back. 

Rafe stiffens a little, but he gazes at you warmly. "This is Y/N. We met at, uh... she's...," 

"New." You finish for him. "Rafe's been showing me around."

At that, Rafe gives you a look. It made it sound like...

"Ah, that famous Cameron hospitality." The guy snorts. "I'm Topper."

The words 'Nice to meet you, Topper' die on your lips when he rams a hand aggressively on Rafe's shoulder and starts to laugh to himself, as if recalling memories. "Me and this guy? We go way back, Y/N. Best of friends, really."

You nod half-heartedly, shifting awkwardly in your seat. The leather of the chair underneath your bare thighs is starting to stick to the skin uncomfortably. 

"Alright, man, well it was good seeing you-," Rafe attempts to wave him off, but Topper doesn't let up.

"Look, dude." He whispers, lowering his head to Rafe's ear. He's not being as quiet as he thinks he is, and the next part of what he says makes you shudder. "I heard about your dad."

Rafe feels a wave of defeat wash over him. So, Topper wasn't too drunk to remember. 

It was one of the first nights after he'd heard about his dad. He'd spent as long as he could in the Island Club, ordering drink after drink, until he stumbled outside and spent a good chunk of the night puking his guts out. Unfortunately, that wasn't before letting his tongue fall a little too loose, and explaining to Topper how his dad hadn't really died on My Druthers because he was in Guadeloupe swimming in gold. But now, now he was really dead. And he wasn't coming back. And he'd barely said goodbye. 

"I'm really sorry, man. I know things have been really fucking weird, to say the least. But I'm sorry you're going through that. Again." Topper spills, feeling completely uninhibited. "Well, I guess it's only real this time around. But... you wouldn't have known that at the time." 

Topper winces at himself. He rubs a hand down his red face and stumbles away from the table. "Shit. Sorry. I'm just gonna-,"

"See ya, Top." Rafe cuts him off dryly. 

You look at Rafe cautiously as Topper makes his way, albeit clumsily, back to the bar. He lets out a deep breath and then slowly starts to shake his head, lifting his chin to meet your eyes with a look that seems to say - 'are you seeing this shit?'. 

"That guy used to be your best friend?" You ask with a hint of a smile, trying to diffuse the tension. You spare a glance at Topper who's slurring through his order of another drink. 

Rafe shrugs, letting out a wispy laugh. "We had our moments."

Moments he wasn't particularly eager to tell you about, but moments, nonetheless. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?"  

"What, Topper? Fuck no." He laughs harder. 

"No, not Topper. The meeting." You say sincerely. "Why you feel like you can't talk about your dad."

You feel your heart race a little at the question, wondering if Rafe is going to use it to be vulnerable. His face falls for a moment, but then it recovers. For a second, he considered it. But there's something bigger that's been weighing on his mind. 

"I was kinda hoping we could do something else." He says softly and moves in closer, cupping your cheek.

"Yeah?" You whisper, meeting his intense gaze. Hot breath fanning over his face. "And what's that?"

He tenderly moves a strand of hair out of your eyes, trying so hard to be soft that his hand is shaking. His blue eyes have specks of something else at this distance. It's the best colour you've ever seen. 

"I really need to kiss you."

He nods while he says it, like he's giving himself an affirmation. Then he's closing the space between you and pressing his lips over yours with a controlled kind of pressure you're really tempted to see snap one day. The way your mouth opens for his tongue nearly immediately almost makes it happen right now. And that'd really be a shame, he thinks, because he wants to ruin you when he has time and space to play with. 

"Stay with me tonight?" He mumbles breathily as you pull apart, and you nod as his thumb cradles your cheek.

You think you can maybe make out Topper whistling, but it's hard with all the blood rushing to your ears.

Rafe kisses like affection has been missing from his life for a long time. 

His hands are almost frustratingly gentle as they caress your jaw, but his lips, which haven't detached from yours since you entered his bedroom, more than make up for it.

They're hungry and wet with spit, entirely unsatisfied until your panting underneath him and have to bury your face in his neck to take deep, deep breaths of oxygen and his fading cologne.

He bites at your mouth and neck in the meantime, then soothes over the tender spots with his tongue while you whine and claw at the silky material on his still-clothed back.  

"This. Off." You murmur throatily, parting from his lips to tug up on the hem of his shirt. You stare unabashedly at the defined v-line that peaks out from underneath, tongue darting out to wet your lips in anticipation.

Rafe laughs, but humours you, throwing the garment off over the side of the bed so that it hits the floor somewhere. 

Still hovering over you, he leans down to press several kisses to your lips, and you take the opportunity to run the flat of your hand down his warm and muscular chest, the other hand curling around the sweaty strands of his dirty blonde hair. 

Rafe actually moans out when you tug on his hair, and the pretty sound brings a rush of heat to your core.

You squeeze your thighs together and plant open-mouthed kisses along Rafe's jaw, when his phone starts to vibrate on his bedside table. 

You turn your head to glance at the bright screen and Rafe scrunches his eyebrows together, fingers pinching at your chin to turn your focus back on him.

"I don't give a fuck who it is." He laughs breathily. "I'm not picking up. I'll break the stupid thing if I have to." 

You playfully roll your eyes before Rafe's lips attach to yours again, and you hum happily against his lips as he works them raw. Then his phone starts buzzing again.

"You wanna reconsider?" You giggle. Rafe slumps his face into your chest and groans loudly, arm extending to the table to pick up the device. He lifts his head up and glances at the notification, face twisting in what looks like shock.

"It's my sister." He says, confusion evident in his tone. "My sister never calls me."

He moves to stand up and passes you an apologetic glance.

"Sorry, I gotta take this." He mumbles in a stray kiss to the crown of your head. "Gimme a sec." 

A few seconds turns into something much longer. 

It turned out that Rafe's sister, Sarah, was calling him because of some kind of commotion that was happening at a bonfire she and her friends were at.

Apparently, the person causing the commotion was someone Rafe knew.

Based on Rafe's initial surprise and the way he's been chewing through his bottom lip the whole way to the beach, you assumed Sarah calling was a last resort for her. You got the sense she and her brother didn't talk often.

"I'm gonna handle this, alright? I need you to stay right here." Rafe says sternly, nervously running a hand through his hair.

You sit in the passenger seat of his truck, which has quickly become one of your new favourite spots, with a frown on your pretty lips that makes Rafe's chest hurt. He reaches up to cup your cheek. 

He'd tried to convince you to stay in his room while he dealt with the situation, but you were adamant about coming with. You needed to make sure he was safe. It didn't feel like there were many people that had his best interests at heart. 

"If you think I'm going to let you go out there by yourself, you really don't know me, Rafe." 

His lips twitch at that, his thumb caressing the skin under your eye.

"You're infuriating, you know that?" He murmurs softly. "Fine. C'mon."

The beach is pretty at this hour, too. The sky is dark, but not completely so - an expansive dark blue that blankets the moon. In the distance, you can see the reddish-golden flames of a bonfire that illuminate a group of people. 

"You had the cross!" An exasperated voice yells. "How was that not enough for you?!"

"Yeah, I'm afraid that's old news." Another man with long dark hair retorts humourlessly. "I'mma need my fucking my money. The money your punk asses stole from me, or did you forget that shit?!"

Getting closer, you can see that this group is separated from the much larger crowd behind them. Four guys, and two girls. One of the girls has shiny blond hair that glows under the light of the bonfire flames. Sarah, you guess. 

Three of the guys stand beside the girls. The other one stands opposite the rest of them, hands smoothing over something his pocket.

A soft gasp leaves your lips when you realize it's a gun.

Rafe stops suddenly. He turns to gaze at you with an intense look in his eyes, pupils hard as one of his hands grips your shoulder. The other reaches for your face, thumb brushing over your lip tenderly. 

"Don't move." He whispers. "Promise me." 

You feel your stomach churn at the request, wanting nothing more than to tug him by the hand all the way back to his truck. But you nod, hoping it helps alleviate the tension in his forehead. 

"Barry!" Rafe calls out as he turns around and approaches them. 

The man with the gun tucked in his jeans, Barry, looks over his shoulder and huffs. Rafe roughly pushes him away from the rest of the group and they divulge into a heated conversation. Rafe's jaw ticks as he listens to Barry and receives a firm shove to the chest. But he manages to placate the other man by whispering something into his ear. Barry ends up nodding, and he casts one more angry glance at the rest of the group then begins to retreat. 

"Y'all have a good night, now." He chuckles grudgingly before leaving. 

Rafe makes his way back to the rest of them, nodding at his sister. You slowly come up behind him. 

"Thanks." Sarah seems to hesitate to say. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and there are frustrated tears in her eyes.

The relationship between Rafe and Sarah has been strained for a long time. They seemed to fundamentally disagree with each other.

It wasn't always that way. Or at least, Rafe thinks, it wasn't always that way. One day, his sister upped and left it all - the big house, the fancy clothes, the nice cars - for 'Pogue life'. It still made his nose crinkle in disgust when he thought about it. But the truth was, he hadn't thought about it in a while... their dad dying worked to break them out of that feud. There were bigger things to worry about, and despite everything that went down in the last few years, they'd lived a whole life together before that.

That still meant something to Rafe. 

It meant something to Sarah, too, he thinks, because she'd been less appalled by him lately. She checked in every once in a while. A few months back, he'd formally apologized to her, and of course, it would never be enough, but he felt a weight off his shoulder when she accepted it. When he realized she wasn't scared of him anymore. 

Maybe they could move passed everything. It would take a long time, sure. But he could wait for family. The only family he has. 

One of the guys nexts to Sarah, wearing a backwards baseball cap, stiffens.

"Don't thank him. He's Barry's bitch." He bites like Sarah's words are absurd, then stares hard at Rafe. "In fact, he's probably just here to score some more coke."

Rafe's grits his teeth, eyes fluttering shut for a second. He opens them and shakily exhales. 

"I'm clean, now." 

Your heart clenches at how raw his voice sounds. You watch with wide eyes as the same guy scoffs at him.

"Yeah, like anybody believes that." He mumbles under his breath. Before you can try and defend him, Sarah steps in. 

"Guys, I called him." She admits, fatigue evident in her voice. It makes you wonder how long the confrontation between them had gone on before you and Rafe showed up. Another guy, one wearing a bandana across his forehead, casts Sarah a sour glance and she sighs. "You know I had to, John B. Did you want Barry to leave, or not?"

He didn't have anything to say to that. 

Sarah steps away from her friends in an attempt at some privacy. She approaches Rafe, and by extension, you, while the rest of the gang diffuses around the bonfire. Whatever had gone down in the past between these people, it was clear they wanted nothing to do with Rafe moving forward, and it was perhaps only because Sarah was family that she even entertained speaking to him. You appreciated her for that. 

"It's been a while." Sarah comments. "You've been... doing okay?"

Rafe shuffles nervously in front of her, nodding without meeting her eyes. 

"Yeah, I've been good. You?" 

Sarah nods and a silence falls between them. 

"You're still hanging around Barry?" She asks, raising an eyebrow in disapproval. 

"He's not that bad."

"Yeah, I'll try to remember that when he's not threatening me and my friends for 25 thousand dollars."

Rafe shakes his head with a new-found confidence, raising his chin to meet her stormy and inquisitive eyes. "Nah, I talked to him. He won't bother you guys anymore."

Sarah nods again, and another silence falls between them. 

"You're really doing good?" She asks again, bottom lip wedged beneath her teeth.

"Yeah, I am. I'm, uh, getting help. Got this... group thing."

At the mention of a 'group', Sarah's eyes sweep over to you, drinking in your slightly turned face and averted gaze as you try to give the siblings some space for their conversation. She feels her lips twitch a little. So much had happened. A lot she didn't think she would ever forgive, maybe should never forgive. But she couldn't deny that it was more complex than that, nor could she deny that she missed her older brother. The one from before. Who she'd make eye contact across the dinner table with when Rose waxed poetic about their new marble counters. If they could find their way back there, she'd be lying if she said the idea didn't make her happy. 

"I'm really happy to hear that, Rafe. Honestly." 

Rafe smiles weakly. They say their goodbyes and manage an awkward side-hug with each other. When he turns around, you silently take his hand in yours, and you walk along the roaring beach back to his truck. 

Back at the truck, you lay your head on Rafe's shoulder as he sits in the driver's seat, still parked at the side of the road. Rafe keeps his eyes closed, taking a deep breath before he starts to speak. 

"My dad scared me." 

Instinctively, you reach your hand over the console and tangle your fingers together. You give his hand a gentle squeeze. 

"I fucked up a lot, embarrassed him. And I, uh, I don't blame him for that. I was high all the time. Angry. Violent." He continues, sniffling slightly. "He wasn't scared of me, though. Never was."

"I guess I just wanted him to look at me and not be ashamed, you know?"

Rafe gulps, trying to let the sound of your soft hums and the warmth of your body keep him steady. 

"I did some really bad things to people. Things I'm not proud of." He whispers with his head hanging. "They didn't deserve it... and now, I have to live with that."

He shuts his eyes and exhales. 

"It's, uh... it's really hard living with that."

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you bite your lip as you take in Rafe's words, fingers reaching forward to brush away the spare tears that collect on his cheeks. He leans into your touch, finding comfort in it. 

"Hey." You say softly. "Look at you, talking about your dad. You're doing a really good job, Rafe."

He smiles weakly, his eyes trained on his lap. "Sorry tonight was a bust."

"It wasn't." You protest. "Plus, it's not over yet."

Rafe lifts his chin to look at you, his curiosity piqued.

You lick your lips and trace your fingers along his jaw, maneuvering yourself over the console to firmly grip the sides of his face and pull his lips to yours in a long and messy kiss. It's clumsy, with your noses bumping, and teeth scraping - but it's hot and it makes you feel tingly.

Rafe nips at your bottom lip shamelessly, kisses trailing down the column of your throat. "In the truck?" He asks, and you can practically hear the grin in his voice.

"In the truck." You breathe, holding back a moan when Rafe sucks on your skin. 

One way or another, the two of you find your way into Rafe's backseat. He's sitting with his legs wedged apart while you grind on top of him, muttering obscenities under your breath and weaving your fingers through his hair.

The sounds of your pleasure do more for him than he'd care to admit. When you unzip his slacks and stick your hand into his briefs to pull out his leaky cock, he throws his head back against the headrest and hisses at the contact. He is so fucking sensitive already.

"No, don't." Rafe protests breathlessly when you stroke his hard cock a few times, his hand slipping from your hip to wrap around your wrist and pull it away. Your eyes widen and you unfurl your hand immediately, only to smile when you realize why he wants you to stop. He tries to calm himself down, but can feel it building. 

"It's been a while." Rafe defends, and you giggle on top of him, pressing a sloppy kiss to the underside of his jaw. 

"Honestly, Rafe. That's really fucking hot." 

You pull your top over your head and toss it to the floor, then quickly unclasp your bra. Rafe groans immediately, half-lidded eyes so pretty and pitiful as one of his hands reaches up to grope you, while his mouth latches on to one of the hardening buds. You raise your hips to pull down your shorts, but it's not quick enough for Rafe. He tugs impatiently at the lace of your panties. 

Rafe sits you down on him, letting you control the speed as he enters you. Your mouth falls open as you attempt to take him fully, eyes screwed shut, gasp after gasp leaving your lips. 

"Fuck." You pant as he bottoms out, unable to move for a second as your head slumps in his chest. Rafe chuckles underneath you, large hands squeezing your hips. 

"You okay, baby?" 

"It's just big." You murmur, taking your bottom lip under your teeth. "It's really big, Rafe."

"I know," he coos softly as you begin to rock your hips on top of him, his own face twisting in pleasure as your pelvises kiss. "But you're doing so good, huh?"

You can barely respond, too taken by the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around him. By the sound of Rafe's deep thrusts, pistoling up into you as your hips knock into each other sloppily. Your slick dripping from where you're connected down to your thighs, squelching obscenely inside Rafe's truck, definitely staining the seats. 

"Taking my cock so well." He praises. "Splitting you in half, and you're taking it like a champ." 

You moan brokenly as Rafe hits your spot, his hand trailing down at the same time to rub circles on your aching clit with his thumb. 

"My good girl, huh? Always will be?"

You reach your climax as he presses searing kisses on your shoulder, shuddering with the kind of white hot pleasure that has your toes curling and a high-pitched whine vibrating from your throat that Rafe is sure he'll never forget. 

He comes shortly after, the way you clench around him through your orgasm enough to send him reeling. He groans, pumping his hips a few more times before he stills completely and fills the condom with his spend. He holds you tightly as you both come down, the sounds of your heavy breathing overlapping with each other.

Before his cock softens, he pulls out slowly and disposes of the latex. He presses a soft kiss to your cheekbone when you frown at the loss of contact, whimpering sweetly.

"Don't pout, princess. You need to get filled up? Right here?" A slender finger trails down to your slit, bumping your sensitive clit in the process, and it prods at your wet hole. 

He chuckles, brushing the sweaty hair from your face with his other hand. "I got that. Just gotta be patient and wait 'til I get you home. You can do that for me, right, pretty girl?"

The next morning, you strap yourself into the passenger seat of Rafe's truck as he drives to a busted Church at the outer edge of Figure 8. He takes his seat amongst a circle of foldable chairs and you take your seat next to him. His hand reaches out to grip yours not different from how it did last night, through fucking and sleeping alike.

When it's his turn to speak, you squeeze his hand encouragingly and he takes a deep breath.

"My dad, Ward Cameron, passed away about a year ago. He was a lot of things...,"

a/n: thank you for reading! comments/reblogs appreciated!!

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Dollhouse [JJ Maybank]⚠️

Description: Y/N is stuck in a plastic family and a abusive relationship to keep up with the "perfect" kook family image.

Warnings: Cussing, domestic violence, assault.

A/N: This is inspired by Melanie Martinez’s "Dollhouse". Also, I am not super familiar with the justice system and if the charges and everything are correct. I tried my best.

Hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls

We'll be a perfect family

When you walk away, it's when we really play

You don't hear me when I say,

Y/N Y/L/N is a kook. Her father is a very well off man, a Neurosurgeon with many published, successful studies. Her mother is a popular cosmetologist in the Outer Banks with her own studio and her client base consists of other kooks and even a few celebrities. Y/N is a junior in high school with perfect grades and the "perfect life" as her friends would say. No one ever sees what goes down behind closed doors though.

Mom, please wake up

Dad's with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis

No one never listens, this wallpaper glistens

Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen

Kristin has a drinking problem. She will start first thing in the morning and won't stop until she gets in bed. Her drink of choice is Tequila, until she starts to build up a resistance, then she switches to Whiskey.

Sometimes she passes out from how drunk she is. Her kids will find her on the floor and they make sure to turn her on her side, just in case she gets sick while unconscious.

Michael never would've thought about cheating on Kristin, until she started sleeping around with other men. They never acted like they were even married anymore unless they were out in public, to keep up with the image.

He has a new girl at least three times a week, so every day when he isn't at the hospital. He never brings them to the house, but he does rack up charges on his private credit card.

Reese is constantly high. It started out with weed, but then it escalated to hard drugs, prescription narcotics, opioids, benzo's anything he could get his hands on really. He even went as far as taking Y/N's anxiety medication, so she had to suffer for a month until she could fill her next prescription.

Everybody says the Y/L/N's are perfect but they never see what goes down behind closed doors.

Places, places, get in your places

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

"Y/N, would you please just get the damn dress on!" Her mother yells. "And put some fucking makeup on while you're at it! I can't have people seeing their cosmetologist's daughter looking like that." She spits as she watches Y/N brush her hair out.

"I do have makeup on." Y/N replies quietly.

"Well apparently not enough."

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

Every Midsummers is the same routine.

Get berated for not being "as beautiful" as her mother.

Get a flower crown.

Be forced to take family pictures.

Then be forced to spend her night with none other than Rafe Cameron because the kook prince and princess just had to be together.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

Y/N had caught Rafe and his buddies beating the shit out of JJ Maybank. A pogue from the Cut. He had been walking around in a servers uniform so Y/N had just assumed that he picked up the job for some money.

JJ is a nice boy. He always was kind to Y/N when she showed up to parties where people from both the Cut, and Figure 8 attended. He always got her something to drink, even if it was just a bottle of water. He would hang out with her too when Rafe inevitability left her to go do god knows what with whoever he decided to that night.

They had cornered him in the locker room and Y/N was actually looking for her brother when she found them.

She gets nervous when Reese disappears after taking something. She's absolutely terrified he's going to overdose and she won't be there to save him.

"Come on pogue! How do you like that?!" Rafe yelled as he kicked JJ in the abdomen.

"Rafe stop! You're hurting him!" She yells. Everyone's eyes shoot to her and she swallows harshly.

She could tell that they were a mix of drunk, high and cross faded, she didn't know what would happen.

Rafe walks up to her and grabs her by the bicep while pushing her up against the wall, trapping her.

"Get the fuck out of here Y/N. Mind your goddamn business!" He starts twisting her arm and she can feel the muscle ripping from the tendon.

"Ow! Rafe stop!- You're hurting me!"

"Rafe! Act like a fucking man and beat on me you pussy!" JJ yells. "One of you fucking stop him! What, do you guys hurt women too?!"

Finally Topper comes over and removes Rafe from Y/N. Then the security guard walks in after hearing all of the ruckus.

Hey girl, look at my mom, she's got it going on

Ha, you're blinded by her jewelry

When you turn your back she pulls out a flask

And forgets his infidelity

Uh-oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic

Go back to being plastic

There was something seriously wrong with Y/N's arm. It hurt to even have someone run their finger along it, and move it even a centimeter.

Her brother found out what happened when he squeezed her arm to get her attention. He hadn't seen the handprint that she was covering up until she flinched away.

"Y/N, what the hell happened to your arm?! Whose handprint is that?!" He exclaimed as he pulled her hand away from her arm.

"It's nothing Reese. I'm okay." She whispers.

"No, who the fuck did that?!" He continues to yell.

Everyone's eyes were on them. Including Rafe's, and JJ's as he was hauled out of the locker room.

"Tell me!"

No one never listens, this wallpaper glistens

One day they'll see what goes down in the kitchen

Places, places, get in your places

Y/N looks at Rafe with frightened eyes. He just gives her a glare, silently telling her to keep her mouth shut.

Then she looks at JJ, who is nodding his head.

"Tell him Y/N! You didn't deserve that. You don't deserve anything bad." JJ says.

She hesitates for a second and takes a breath. Then she turns back to her brother.

"Rafe Cameron did it. I tried to stop him from beating JJ to death and he got mad. This isn't the first time he's laid a hand on me either." She says quietly.

Reese's eyes go wide and he starts shaking. Then all of the sudden he turns and runs at Rafe, who is standing by his father now.

"Reese don't!" Kristin yells as she hurries over to stop him, but she was too slow because Rafe was already on the ground.

"How do you like that Rafe?! Huh?! You pussy ass bitch! Beating on my baby sister? You fucking coward!"

Rafe is covered in his own blood and borderline unconscious when Reese is finally pulled off of him.

Kristin storms over to Y/N, who is getting checked on by her father. She grabs Y/N's injured arm and squeezes. Y/N immediately cries out and tries to get away.

"Look at what you caused! Over a lie! You're ruining this family's reputation!"

"I'm not lying! You've seen all the bruises and cuts I've had because of him! You always make me cover them in twenty pounds of makeup and wear long sleeves and pants so dad doesn't find out." Y/N yells back. "You make me feel like a plastic doll because of how controlling you are, all for this fake family reputation bullshit! I am so sick of it! You lie to the only people who actually care about me, because if somebody saw me at the hospital as a patient they would have to report this and then you'd look bad. I don't even like Rafe at all, but just because you slept with Ward and you two need to keep up with the look reputation you decided to put me through the hell of being his "girlfriend"!"

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

Kristin looks around the room. Everyone is watching, and Ward gives her a look. He's silently telling her to shut her daughter up.

"Y/N! Rafe had never done anything to you! Why are you doing this?!" She yells.

Y/N scoffs and looks at her dad,"If Rafe has never done anything to me, then why was I covered in bruises last Friday night? I said something that he didn't like and he tried to choke me!" Y/N exclaims.

"My son would never-!" Ward tries to but in.

"Shut up Ward! You know he would. There's always been something wrong with him, even when he was younger." Rose exclaims, furious at her husband for cheating on her and for trying to protect Rafe when he's obviously traumatized the girl. She takes a few steps closer to Y/N and Kristin, gently pulling the girls mothers hand off of her obviously injured arm that is now purple and blue. "You're hurting your daughter Kristin. Take your hands off of her."

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

The tears run down Y/N's face as she looks at her dad.

"Daddy, please help me. I need help."

Michael tears up as he steps closer towards his daughter. Rose removes her hand from Y/N's elbow so her father can look at it. His shaky hands enclose hers and he examines her arm.

He can immediately tell the muscle is completely separated and she will need surgery.

He removes his hand and looks closer at his daughter. There's marks everywhere.

Burn marks, handprints, scars, and a freaking bite mark.

As he realizes what all Rafe has done to his little girl, and what Ward has allowed his son to do and get away with, Michael goes off.

"You bit my daughter?!" First, he goes after Rafe, who is now standing up again. "You piece of shit! How could you?! She's never done anything to you! Nothing!"

Rafe doesn't have the energy to fight back, so he takes the punches.

"Things happen." But his mouth has energy.

Michael's eyes go wide and he doesn't see anything but red.

Ward's trying to pull him off, but he's her fathers next target.

"You told me I could trust him! You knew he did this to my little girl! You let him get away with it! You sick bastard!" He knees Ward in the groin. "What if that was Sarah or Wheezie? How can you live with yourself?" He cries. "You, your son and that woman are sick in the head. You're all psychotic and I hope you rot in hell."

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

Michael wipes the tears off of his face and turns to his son, daughter and JJ, who's joined his children.

"We're going to the hospital. Let's go."

JJ looks back at Sarah, Kiara, and Pope and they all nod. They know he cares about Y/N, so he needs to go with them.

JJ wraps his arm around Y/N's back and walks with her out the door. Reese follows behind and watches as JJ protects his sister from the door as it swings back towards her arm.

This is what she deserves, someone to protect her and love her with everything they've got.

Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl, hey girl, hey girl

Hey girl, open your walls, play with your dolls

We'll be a perfect family

All four of them end up getting checked out at the hospital. Michael and Reese are just awaiting discharge papers to sign, so they are in Y/N's room with her, waiting on the orthopedic surgeon to get there.

Sheriff Peterkin had already been by with an evidence team, to get statements, pictures and DNA samples.

Michael decided to press charges on Rafe, Ward and Kristin. Along with pressing charges on Rafe for JJ, in addition to restraining orders for everybody.

"Dad?" Reese says as they watch Y/N sleep in the bed.

"Yeah son?"

"I need to go to rehab. I need to get clean." He turns to his dad with tears in his eyes. "I can't do this to her anymore. What if I end up like Rafe and she ends up terrified of me?" He cries. "She's already scared because of me. I don't want to do this anymore."

Michael puts his hand on Reese's shoulder and leans against him.

"Okay, once we get home I will get you in somewhere. We'll get you clean."

Places, places, get in your places

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

Once the orthopedic surgeon got one look at Y/N he got her into surgery right away. It was a long procedure. He had to repair the tendon and muscle. Then get everything back together.

Once in recovery, JJ was finally released with a few minor injuries, so he decided to sit with Michael and Reese while she woke up.

"JJ, I need you to do me a favor." Reese says, pulling him out of his trance.

"Yeah, of course." JJ sits up in the chair.

"I'm going to be gone for a few weeks. I need you to watch out for her. Dad won't be around all of the time, so she's going to need help and she's going to need someone. Will you please be there for her? I know she cares about you because she always talked about you after she'd run into you, and I know you care for her too."

"Yeah. I'll be here." JJ chuckles with a smile.

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

Today was court day.

Y/N Y/L/N .vs. Rafe Cameron, Ward Cameron, and Kristin Y/L/N

Michael Y/L/N .vs. Rafe Cameron, Ward Cameron and Kristin Y/L/N

JJ Maybank .vs. Rafe Cameron

Rafe was sued and found guilty on two counts of Aggravated Assault. Ward was sued and charged with Aiding and Abetting because he knew what was going on and covered it up for Rafe. Kristin was also sued and charged with Abuse, and Aiding and Abetting.

It was a long and stressful day, but at least they never had to go through this again. Things were going great.

Reese had started rehab, Y/N was finally able to start physical therapy, and JJ moved in with the Y/L/N's for the time being. Which wasn't a big deal because his father wasn't around.

JJ and Y/N have been inseparable, they are together twenty-four seven.

Michael and Rose have even started hanging out. If anything happens besides them being friends, who knows.

Everyone got up to leave the courtroom since court was dismissed and Rafe yells across the room.

"You've ruined everything for me!"

"Shut your mouth right now before I come do it for you!" JJ retaliates and tries to get as close to Rafe as he can.

Y/N grabs JJ's arm and then laces their fingers together.

"J it's okay. Don't let him have the satisfaction." She says quietly.

JJ looks at her and calms down, she's right. Rafe is just trying to get a rise out of him to cause trouble.

"C'mon you two. Let's go." Michael interrupts.

JJ grabs his coat and Y/N's, along with her purse and walks with her out the door.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

Once outside, they see Ward, Kristin and Rafe being put in the back of squad cars.

Y/N can't continue to watch the scene in front of them. She lets out a little sob and covers her mouth.

JJ and Michael stop and stand in front of her, since there are cameras everywhere.

"Sweetheart, it's okay now. They won't be able to hurt you anymore." Michael says and pulls his daughter into his side, rubbing her shoulder.

"I know, I know." She wipes her tears as they continue to fall. "I just haven't been able to actually process what has happened and I just feel so—so relieved." She finishes.

"It's over. you've got everyone on your side to support you and move on." JJ adds.

"I know. I can't thank you enough JJ."

"You don't have to thank me. I'm always here for you baby." JJ pulls her in for a hug and kisses the top of her head.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

I Want More

Requested!

oh perfect girly can i request a jj maybank imagine a smut one where jj and i are best friends and he has feelings for me and we go in the house and he kisses me and we have our first time doing different sex positions like hes on top and im on top a lot of kissing can it be smut/angst i love your blog page thanks girly xx🩵🫶🏻

@jeremiahxaesthetic hope you enjoy!!

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: SOFT!JJ || Smut|| best friends to lovers || a lil bit of sub JJ || kissing(obvi) || a bit of angst at the end || mentions of the nickname princess

Summary: Being best friends with JJ ever since you were kids, but things change between the two of you

You had just gotten home from a long day of hanging out with Sarah Cameron, you’re family we’re kooks, but not you. You were a pouge and let’s just say people had their opinions.

You were sitting on the couch with some soft music playing in the background, you were about to doze off when knocks on the front door made you jolt awake.

Getting up to answer the door and being greeted by the most adorable smiles from the one and only JJ maybank. You’re best friend.

“JJ? Hey what’s up you okay?” You asked opening the door for the blonde male to come inside “yeah yeah everything is good, great now actually” JJ replied and gave one of his famous grins that make the ladies swoon, especially you.

You and JJ have been best friends ever since the first grade, the two of you were practically attached to the hip and that didn’t change even in high school, but over the years you started to see JJ a little different, his hugs gave you butterflies, his smile made your heart beat faster and his flirty comments made you weak in the knees. You had developed a huge ass crush on JJ maybank.

You smiled at the blonde in front of you “really? You weren’t good before?” You asked and sat down on the couch while JJ went to grab a beer from the fridge “well of course but being with you just made this 1000 times better” he said as he walked over plopping down beside you and turning his body to face you.

“So there’s a party at the beach tonight, you comin?” JJ asked and you shrugged “I dunno I might stay in” you replied and played with the Bracelet JJ had given you for your 14th birthday. “Fine guess I’m staying in to then” JJ said and put his arm around your shoulder pulling you in closer so you were practically snuggled into his side.

“You? JJ maybank? Stay home from a party? Are you okay? Are you sick?!” You looked at him causing the blonde male to smile “no there’s no point going to a party if you won’t be there” JJ replied looking at you and his eyes glancing down at your lips every so often.

You could feel your cheeks heating up and you could practically feel the smirk on JJ’s lips.

The two of you stared at each other a little longer than expected, you noticed JJ moving closer, his face only inches from yours ‘was this happening?’ You thought to yourself, “what happening to no pouge on pouge macking” you whispered as JJ rested his head against yours “screw that rule” before you knew it his lips were on yours.

You kissed him back immediately, everything was falling into place, JJ’s arms snaked around your waist pulling you into his lap, your hands found their way into his messy hair as the two of you made out.

JJ’s hands roamed up your sides and hips before moving to your ass, you moved/grinded in his lap causing a groan to escape his lips “god….do you know what you do to me princess? Being around you everyday? Having to fight the urge not to bend you over the damn boat and fuck your brains out?” He said as he pulled back from the kiss “I want you…I need you” he begged, JJ maybank begged for you and you knew this guy to never beg but here he was holding you on top of him begging to have his way with you, how could you say no to the guy you’ve loved for years.

Clothes were scattered across the living room floor, thank god you had the house to yourself for a week.

JJ’s head was between your thighs eating you out like a starved man, your hands were in his hair pulling and gripping at it as his tongue pressed against your clit while his fingers fucked into you.

“Gonna cum princess?” JJ asked kissing your inner thighs “I can feel you squeezing my fingers” I smirked as he thrusted his fingers into you fast “fuck please Jayj” you whined bucking your hips into his hand “come on princess cum for me, I want it” he groaned as he went back down sucking on your bundle of nerves as he finger fucked your cunt.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to come, you arched your back and let out a loud moan as you came around JJ’s fingers, the man before you smirked as he removed his fingers, he watched you as he licked them clean “god….sweet as ever” he moved forward pressing his lips against yours which you gladly kissing him back.

JJ pulled back “I want you to ride me” you looked at him and smiled “please..I wanna feel you around me princess, please” he begged again “whatever you want..I’ll give it” you whispered before pushing JJ to sit up straight before you climbed into his lap hovering above his throbbing “you want me to fuck you jayj?” You asked wanting to tease him a bit, JJ gripped you hips “yes…yes please I want it” you couldn’t help but grow more turned on by his begging.

You positioned yourself and lowered yourself onto his cock, the two of you moaned softly, you began moving up and down as JJ pressed kissing onto your neck and chest leaving very visible hickeys, not that you cared anyway.

You picked up the pace bouncing yourself up and down and feeling the knot in your stomach from, JJ’s moans alone could make you cum on the spot “princess….fucckkk I love you..I love you” JJ said into your neck as he nuzzled into you, you didn’t expect him to come out and just openly say those three words “I’ve always loved you..hell I’m crazy about you…I want my world to be about you” JJ said moving his head to look at you.

Your heart melted at his confession so you cupped his cheeks “JJ….I love you too” you said rubbing your thumbs against his cheek bones “I’ve always loved you” you said as a smile broke out on your face and the same for JJ “thank fucking god” he said and lifted you up and laid your back against the couch before entering you again.

JJ thrusted like a mad man, he held your waist as he fucked himself into you, you were taken back but god you loved it “Jayj…fuck! I’m gonna cum again please..please don’t stop” you begged as you dug your nails into his back “yeah? Wanna cum for me? Wanna be a good girl and cum?” JJ asked continuing  his fast hard thrusts into you, your walls tightened around him “fuuckkkkk that’s is…cum with me yeah?” He looked at you with such love.

You nodded and held onto JJ as he thrusted faster into you you babbled his name on repeat till both your orgasms approached, you arched your back letting out a loud moan as you came around JJ’s cock, feeling him cum as well making him pant and lay his head in the crook of your neck.

Thank god for the pill

JJ waited a bit before pulling out of you, and cuddling into you, he kept his arms around your waist as you massaged his head.

The two of you stayed like that for a while using one of the couch blankets to cover them, JJ lifted his head to look at you “I meant what I said….I really do love you princess…hell I was afraid that you wouldn’t love me back..” he mumbled looking away for a moment “since knowing my family background..” he added “JJ….I don’t care where you come from or your background…I have loved you since 1st grade..and I’ve been waiting for the day you’d say you love me too” you said cupping his cheeks “well….I have loved you since the moment I met you..your entire existence made me love you” JJ said looking at you “I’m utterly in love with you” JJ said and I smiled stupidly “and I love you too JJ maybank..forever and always”.

this is so hot. i need to know more about them 👀

kiara carrera x kitten!reader…

toxic. just toxic. they're not frenemies. this isn't enemies to lovers. just enemies that hatefuck. kitten calls her a cunt, kie calls her a bitch. next thing you know kitten has kie pinned against the wall with her hand down her shorts. there's never a moment of peace— kitten breathes and here comes kiara with a smart ass remark. they truly are the drama. the boys try to get them to get along even going as far leaving them stranded on a boat together. it worked for sarah and kie, it should work again, right? wrong. if anything theres even MORE animosity between them. they spent the entire time fighting, verbally and physically, before it led to them fucking all over the deck. they'll slap and bite each other even during sex. they do not know how to be nice to each other. kitten likes putting kie in her place and calling her out on her bs which fuels to kies hatred. kiara just likes to piss kitten off, she finds it funny how easy it easy to rile her up and it always ends the same way. with kiara bent over and kittens hand around her throat.

‘Silver Soul’- JJ Maybank Headcannons!!

• Even after a fight with him, he can’t ignore you for forever. He’ll send you text message about things you need to be reminded to do. Texts could vary from;

‘Do your homework, I know you didn’t do it.’ ‘Did you eat yet?’ ‘Go drink some water.’ ‘Plug your phone in and go to bed.’ ‘Take your medicine.’ ‘I love you.’

• Definitely has taken you on John B’s boat late at night just so you can see the stars or just to get a new look on life.

• He comes to you when he has had a problem with his dad. He’ll run into your arms and just cry and know that you’ll listen and never judge him.

• Every time it rains, he thinks of you. Not because it is sad, just because the rain is something that is just so, You.

• Helped you paint on your bathing suit/bikini bin when you saw the trend going around on TikTok. He thought it was dumb but wanted to help anyways. Now you have a very odd looking little turtle on your box.

Anthousai nymph reader

She is a kook who always has a flower of some kind whether she's holding it or putting it in her hair. Is a serious plant hoarder, sees them as her babies, her room was to full so she begged her parents for a greenhouse. Always in her own little world, and even though she's trying not to be rude she ends up ignoring those around her. A very sleepy person if the sun is shining on her she'll fall asleep immediately. Only goes to the country club because they have great lighting otherwise she rather be anywhere else. When she's actually engaging in the conversation she'll seem like she's falling asleep and will somehow steer the convo to plants no matter what the conversation was.

I wanted to make different types of readers based of nymphs. Lmk what yall think! 😊

Sleepy beauty

My writing skills are a little rusty, but this has been on my mind for a while. This is anthousai nymph reader x Pope Heyward and how the two met, taking place during season 1. Longer than I thought, hope yall enjoy!

He needed to find a place to hide, Rafe and his friends are on his tail. JJ and him already been separated so he had to hope JJ didn't get caught and pray he doesn't. As Pope was running he decided to just pick a store and hope they didn't see him so he can hide. He must have the worst luck today, he managed to run into the most abandoned shop in town. The store only had the old woman who runs the store and someone looking at the different plants. He couldn't run back out that would be too risky, especially since he can hear them coming closer to the store.

Pope decided to hide behind the table that was jam packed with different plants, he tried not to sneeze from all the scents mixing together. Then his heart froze from the sound of the bell ringing, through the leafy plants he saw Rafe and Topper heavily breathing as they ran through the door. From the sound of the shop door bursting open the woman had turned around and saw Pope squating behind the plants. She could understand why he was sitting there, too sleepy to put two and two together. 'Damn... I need a n-' her thoughts are interrupted by Rafe's booming voice. Him yelling for her attention while Topper looks hesitant and ready to leave. "Hey man he isn't here, let's just go." Topper says already half way out the door. "Shut the fuck up, Hey (y/n) have you seen Pope?!" Rafe yells, his voice a little too loud for her liking. "Who? If your looking for a Pope Rafe I think a church is a better place to look..." He makes a frustrated sigh after her comment, he started to describe this "Pope" person and then it clicks. The guy Rafe is describing is the same guy that's hidding be behind the herbs! 'Damn I really need a nap.' She thought as she moves to look at the plants that were on the table standing right next to the hidden man.

Pope prays that she don't reveal his hiding place and turns to you with fear in his eyes, hoping she'll get the message. "Hey a-are you listening to me?!" Rafe's voice booms his angry stutter becoming evident as he realizes that she weren't looking at him, probably not paying attention. Which was only half right, she were listening just didn't like looking at Rafe's face for too long. She just don't want the nightmares. "Rafe, you're just like poison ivy, invasive and annoying to get rid of. No I haven't seen this 'Pope' person, so please leave your giving me a headache." She snapped as you finally turned to look at him and Topper, their faces riddled with shock. The same expression painted Pope's face as well, he's never seen a kook snap at Rafe like that other than Kie. Her face remains unchanged as she picks up two plants that look the exact same. Rafe huffs as he angrily storms out the door as he continues his search, motivated let his anger out on Pope, Topper stumbling to follow him.

Still looking at the flowers the girl addresses him, "you can stand up now they're gone now." Pope slowly stands up still a little hesitant to leave the safety of his hiding place. He looks at the person who just saved his life and is able to finally get a proper look at her. Her face dewy and flawless, if she's wearing makeup it's hard to tell. It was like her hair was a cloud and every strand of hair was in it's place. Her clothes that even though they're simple you can see how expensive it is. yet she's uncaring about whether these clothes gets dirty frome the dirt in the shop. She was beautiful, a kook through and through, which made him question why she helped him. She not only helped him but she also insulted the angry kook prince himself, to his face. Realizing he was staring, even though she wasn't paying attention too deciding where she wanted to sleep today, he quickly cleared his throat and thought of something to say. "Thank you for helping me, you really saved my life." He didn't want to question why she helped him, wanting to not upset her. She finally looked at him after a bit, sleepy eyes and lazy smile painting her face. "No problem, but now you owe me Mr. Pope." She turned her whole body turns to face him, manicured hands still holding the flowers. Panic sets in his face, worried what she wanted to from him to repay his 'debt' to her. While a million thought run through his mind she holds out the twin plants.

"Which one?" She says her head slightly tilting lazy smile still on her face. His thoughts stopped and looked at the plants, roses, does it really matter which one he chooses? Is the choice going to decide his fate or is it just a choice of which one looks better? As he thinks about the meaning behind this choice the girl yawns making a small noise that brings him out of his mind. Even her tired expression and yawn is beautiful. "Does it matter? They're the same flower." He says hoping he didn't make the wrong move by asking. "These are two completely different flowers! These are roses while these are Double impatiens. So yes it does matter." She exclaimed holding up one plant then the other as she says the names of them. Confusion sets on Pope's face as he looks at her, even when she points out which is which he doesn't see how it matters when they look the same. Seeing his still confused face causes her to sigh pulling the plants closer to her chest, possibly causing her shirt to get dirty. "Ok I'm gonna need you to study up on plants, next time I'll ask again. If you say something like that again you'll regret it." She turns around as she says this, only turning her head to look at him squinting as she made eye contact. He stood there as he watch her turn and go to checkout and then leave the store. When he finally leaves the girl is long gone, he now wishes he could have talked to her longer. Her calm voice and sleepy expression riddles his mind as he walks, completely forgetting why he went into the store in the first place but happy that he did. As he walks JJ ran up to a smile on his face while he's gasping for air. "Barely managed to lose them, glad to see that you're ok." JJ says as he bends over hoping the ground will provide him with more air. "Hey do you know if Kie or John B has a book about plants?" Pope says still looking forward in somewhat of a daze, JJ looking at him confused as he continues to gasp for air.

Divders made by @strangergraphics

Dryad nymph reader

If she's not resting on a tree drawing in her notebook, she's trying to sneak onto a boat to go to the mainland to go to the farmers market or to see if her favorite store has new art supplies. Her biggest inspiration comes from nature so she'll end up walking in the forest to gather inspiration. Though she doesn't just go there without protection, a weapon is always on her. Doesn't really believe in all the spiritual things, just has a crystal collection that she thinks is pretty (though she's all about the aura that people have). Can't keep a plant alive to save her life all the plants she has are fake. She doesn't even know how she kills it, though it might have something to do with her pouring her paint water into the dirt... She'll say the rudest thing you'll ever hear if you tell her something or ask advice about something she thinks is stupid. Half the time she's being sarcastic, but the other half she's hurting your feelings. You interrupted her paint session just to ask if she wants to go to the country club or to the boneyard? Yea you're hearing words as colorful as her paint no matter who you are. But if she see you change your expression or posture she'll become inspired and make you stay like that for the next 30 minutes to an hour.

"Do I really have to stay like this?"

"Yes, move an inch and I'll stab you with this paint brush."

Lampad reader

Two words S H E R I F F S D A U G H T E R, she may not look it but she is the daughter of sheriff Peterkin. She lived with her father since she was 7, but since he got remarried she ends up back in OBX with her mother. She's always stands out because of the way she dresses; piercings, tattoos, and dark clothes all make her the outcast of OBX. Not really a kook but not a pogue either. She's a sweet girl but has no one really associate with her since she's "different." Her mom isn't really there so she feels alone, it's only her and her guitar to keep her company. Writing sad songs about her loneliness that no one would ever hear. That is until she meets a kook who "sees" the real her how great of a guy he was to see her. She became friends with his sisters and hang out with his friends, she even started to drink and smoke! It was great until her mother started to tell her to stay away from him! The disapproving words from her mom telling her that the love of her life was no good for her. She loved her mother but she couldn't be more wrong, Rafe and his family were good people she didn't know what she was talking about! Right?

"Mom I LOVE him! He's a great guy I don't understand why you treat him like this!"

"(Y/n) can't you see what he's doing to you?! You need to stay away from him, UNDERSTAND?!"

Haliae nymph reader

Living her youth with no regrets is Haliae readers motto. She can't and won't let life pass her by, she'll do everything she wants no matter what others say. She can't go jet skiing? A kook's at the police station reporting their stolen jet ski. She's not old enough to drink? Her ID now says she's about to turn 30 in August. She doesn't have the money to buy the best clothes? Well tell Barry to keep an eye out cause some sticky fingers bout to touch his stash. She wants the thrill and doesn't care about the consequences, that what her sisters for. The ocean is practically her second home; surfing, swimming, or just floating and letting the waves take her further out. When she doesn't have plans with others you'll find her there. She's no follower and most definitely not a leader, her safety isn't a part of her concern. Will be the first to run in and if she gets hurt, well that's life, and she will encourage others to do the same. When that happens you know it's a bad idea.

"You can't seriously be thinking that stealing from the police is a good idea JJ?!"

"He's got this! It's perfect as long as he keeps his head down he'll miss the camera's!"

"YOU'VE DONE THIS BEFORE!?"

Naiad nymph reader

Older sister to Haliae reader, the more responsible of the two, though her sister would call her a pussy. Doesn't like how her sister is getting into messy and tries to stop her leading to constant fights. She doesn't see the fun in the risk her sister takes, some lofi music and a good book is where it's at for her. But sometimes her sister is able to convince her, after issuing an apology, to go out a do something spontaneous. It usually leads to Naiad to get Haliae out of trouble or babysitting her after she gets too drunk. Will never get too deep in water because of her inability to swim, she's too scare of drowning and what's below. She's an overthinker and isn't able to get out of her head once she's in. She will believe her assumptions without reading all the facts. Being the only "adult" in the house she had to think quickly, but she's still a teenager. Won't voice her thoughts or wants so a lot of misunderstandings happen because of this. But those things aren't needed when you have people to take care of.

Be mine

Ok this is Rafe x Lampad reader, this isn't how they met but it will mention it among other things. This one is more about how they got "together." Hope yall like it!✌️

MDNI 18+

Tw: drugs mentioned/used, alcohol forced intimacy, implied sex/sexual things

Colorful lights blast out of the windows of a enormous house, loud music and chatter can be heard from outside. People adorn in little to no clothing dancing, drinking, and snorting mystery powder littered the rooms. Everyone was having fun, except one girl, she looked out of place. Dressed in all black with her skin showing only through lacy details. She stood in one of the many corners, solo cup in her black acrylic hands, frown on her face. She didn't want to come here, parties wasn't really her thing; too many people, too many loud sounds. But her new friend invited her, he was so kind to do so that she couldn't say no. She couldn't disappoint him so soon, only having been in OBX for 4 months and friends with him for 3, she can't mess this up.

𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦"

He had told her to to stay here and that he would be back, that was over an hour ago. Did he leave? Is he hurt? What if this was a way to humiliate her and see her as a loyal 𝘥𝘰𝘨. No, he's not like that, he's kind and just went to talk to his friends. Or his girlfriend... She hopes that's not the case, but it's possible. Through this past entire month (y/n) realized that she developed a crush on Rafe. She knows it's wrong, such a kind guy tries to be her friend and she's thinking impure thoughts about him. How could she not, he's so kind and shows so much affection for her.

𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 (𝘺/𝘯) 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱. 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 (𝘺/𝘯) 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦?" 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. (𝘠/𝘯)'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.

(Y/n) traced her lips and closed her eyes, not wanting the memory to leave just yet. Maybe he does like her, at least a little. Why would he invite her here? Maybe he wants liquid courage to tell her how he feels? Jolting out of her mind when she heard the sound of someone's laughter, his laughter. She quickly moves her head searching for him; not caring if she looks like a mad woman. When she finds him her black lipped smile fades, she saw him... with a girl... in his lap. She watch the scene before her, Rafe was laughing and whispering in a pretty brunettes ear. The brunette laughed hiding in his neck and seemingly kissed it. (Y/n) felt tears prick her eyes, threatening to run away with her black eye makeup. She left her spot becoming a blur of black as she tried to run out of the party apologizing to every person she ran into. She didn't understand, she couldn't understand...

(Y/n) laughed at the redheads joke; his name was... Conner? Brandon? Westly? She can't really remember, a little too drunk to think about it. This was the first party Rafe has ever taken her to. He told her that he will be right back, he had something to sell? She didn't know, but this handsome redhead walked up to her and offer her a drink. A touron, as Rafe would put it, the redhead had come with his family. He saw her and thought she was beautiful, even with her being covered in black from head to toe. She continued to giggle and talk to the guy happily, until she felt Rafe's arm lightly wrap around her neck. "What are you doing talking to my girl?"

She ran through the house the tears made true to the threats, her makeup now ruined. She runs into a random room, pacing as she tried to calm herself and stop the tears.

"Why would you do that Rafe?! You scared him off!" She pushed Rafe's arm off of her and looked away from him, arms crossed. The slither of his arms around her waist caused her cheeks to feel hot. Rafe lightly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him while his other had moved down to her hip. "You-you really don't understand what he was trying to do, but I-I do. I was protecting you and-and this is how you act?" All postive emotions wiped from his face, yet she could still get lost in his soft eyes.

A creak had come from the door had caused (y/n) to gasp. Her breathing stopped as tears continued to run down her face with her makeup. She turned to face the intruder of her heart breaking session, and it was the very person to break it. Before she could process what was happening, Rafe made quick strides to her and grabbed her face. His hands were warm and soft, looking into her red eyes seeing her messed up makeup. "What happened? Did someone say something mean to you?" How could she make him worry like this, how could she selfishly get upset with him. She was going off on her own just because of a probable misunderstanding. "I'm s-sorry I was a little overwhelmed and wanted a quiet place to rest..." She lied, she lied to him and she hopes he doesn't catch on. "Don't-don't lie to me (y/n), you know how-how much I hate lying." One of his hands slipped lower and stopped where her neck meets her shoulder. The sensation made her shiver, she knew she messed up by lying. Best to tell him the truth or things will escalate, like last time. "I... I saw you with a girl, she was sitting in your lap..." (y/n) closes her eyes ready to be laughed at. She knew it was ridiculous, she's acting like his girlfriend when they haven't been friends for more than 3 months. She really is crazy, because she was jealous she ran to cry for someone who she isn't even dating him. Before she could finish her self-deprecating thoughts she was pulled down onto Rafe's lap, when did he sit down? "There is that better? You gon-gonna stop crying now?" She did stop crying, but more so out of shock than being happy he 'completed her request.' She finally looks at him, really look at him, and she realized he's drunk. Or high but that didn't mattered, she felt like she was taking advantage of him. She had to get off of him, no matter how much she likes him she can't do this to him, but he wouldn't let go.

"She's so hot bro." The blonde commented as he looked at the lone girl dressed in black. "Come on Rafe, not only is she the sheriff's daughter but she's also must be an oddball. She's wearing all black in 80 degree weather!" Topper made his case and Kelce nodded along. Rafe looked at the girl, a million different things he could do to her raked his mind. Being the sheriff's daughter made it better. "Don't care she's gonna be mine and nothing is gonna change that." He got up, fixing his clothes and walked over to the girl a smirk plastered on his face.

She tries to get up, pushing his chest to move away from him. She can't make this worst, he's not himself and she's taking advantaged of his drunk state. But he wouldn't let go, his grip on her waist and hips growing tighter the more she moved. It almost hurts, "Rafe let go you're drunk!" She exclaimed, looking every which way to figure out how to leave his grip without hurting him. She wanted this but not like this; she wanted him to confess, go on some dates, and then maybe have this special moment alone. Not when they are at a party and when he's drunk or high. "Hey-Hey! Look at-at me, it's fine I've been wanting this since I saw you. I need you." He grabbed her face and pulled her closer to him, her chest pressed to his, lips only a centimeter apart.

"Are you really gonna try to do this Rafe?" Kelce questioned him as he took a line of coke. Sniffling the powder down him nose he looks at his friend. Is it really right to do such things to the girl he just met? "Yeah tonight she's gonna be mine whether she wants to or not."

Was he serious? Did he really mean what he's saying? He needs her? "Y-you don't mean that..." Whispering since she was so close, losing her voice with every breath she takes. Her thighs rest on either side of Rafe's waist caused everything to feel more intimate. Feeling his hand move from her hip to her inner thigh caused her breath to hitch, skirt riding up as she's shivering. Rafe looks down at her lips heavy breathing blowing on her face. "Yes I need you, I need you to be mine and only mine. Fuck-" He couldn't take it anymore, pulling her to his lips without asking her the important question. But does he really need to?

"Do you really like him (y/n)? Like it's Rafe..." Sarah had pulled the girl into her room not understanding what's going on with the two. Rafe had followed them listening in through the cracked door wanting to know the girls answer. "I... I don't know, maybe? Yes? He's so sweet and I can see myself being with him. But i don't think he likes me." She sighed pacing around the room. "Really? Rafe doesn't like you? He was just making bat shaped cookies with you!" (Y/n) makes a confused face. "Yea so?" Sarah looks at (y/n) like she's crazy. "IT'S MAY! HE DOESN'T EVEN DO THAT WITH WHEEZIE DURING HALLOWEEN!" Rafe walked away, a smile plastered on his face and idea left in his head.

Aurai nymph reader

Ok sooooo decided to make another nymph reader, instead of finishing the fics for Haliae and Naiad and Dryad that's sitting in my drafts. Might be the last for now unless I decide to procrastinate, but hope yall like her!✌️

Like the breeze that changes direction no matter what, Aurai will do whatever she wants. She has no care for her surroundings or what others think. Like the wild winds she has a wild style filled with colors, fluffs, frills, fruits, patterns and layers. Is she a kook? A pogue? Not many people know since she's able to buy expensive things, but you'll find her in the cut or at the trailer park. Her parents? No one has seen them, not many people can even remember what they look like. People often stare at her, but she's in her own world her own fixation in sight. What was the fixation? Depends on the day no one knows until the end of of the day, sometimes she doesn't even know! Some would call her an airhead, bimbo, a dumb bitch. Maybe she is, but doesn't matter to her since she's having fun everyday. Can't really put two and two together not because shes stupid it just takes her a bit longer to figure it out. Loves to be cutesy but she ain't gonna act like a child. Well unless her sugar daddy pays her extra for it...

You gotta relax with me

Ok this is JJ and Naiad readers time to shine, how they met/the start of their love story (at least in JJ's mind). I gave readers sister a name since shes one of my other nymph reader, but feel free to change it if you want. Might be a long one again, but hope yall enjoy! ✌️

The boneyard was thriving with music, lights, and the sounds of people having fun. Pogues, tourons, and kooks all gathered together having fun not worrying about regrets they may have tomorrow. The pogues big four and the kook princess turned pogue are huddled together laughing and enjoying being together before splitting off. After what they had gone through they needed this party as a reward and to not worry about the cost of the choices they had made. JJ was ready to break off from the group so he could find his next conquest. After the day he's had, he needs a beauty in his (John Bs) bed moaning out his name. Though none of them are doing it for him, they're beautiful, but not quite what he's looking for. He didn't have time for this, he just needs to pick one now and think about it later. So he did... a beautiful blonde that has been looking at him for the pass 30 minutes. Putting on his signature charm made it easy to get her in his bed, kind of boring to be honest. He needed more of a challenge, at least for the night, being able to find a girl and get in bed with her within 5 minutes is too easy. Well maybe next time he can find some-

"Hali! Hey Hali where the hell are you?!"

Through the thick music a voice cut through and drew his attention to the direction of the alluring voice. There he saw a a beautiful girl who looked frantic as she called out someone's name. Her braids bounced as she ran around and her nose charmingly scrunched up as her face turned from worry to anger. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, disregarding the girl next to him even when she hit him to get his attention. But like a sirens song her captivated him, and he couldn't look away or stop himself from approaching her. Even when she's clearly angry and arguing with someone.

"You've had enough fun now it's time to go! Mom n dad can wake up at any minute!"

Her accent that was a mix of the regular obx dialect and something else was intriguing to him. Maybe he could ask when he gets to talk to her, but that doesn't seem like it'll happen anytime soon. The other girl, who he assumes is Hali, backs away and shows aggression towards her.

"I ain't a baby! We just got here and you expect me to leave? Just go fuck off n stop being so up tight!"

The other girl is crossing her arms giving an equally angry look, not wanting to leave anytime soon.

"Uptight?! I'm holdin you to your word, you said an hour n a gave you that! You're my little sister so yea you're a baby to me!"

"You ain't that much older than me (y/n)! I'm staying n you can't make me leave so go home by yourself! Maybe if you got some dick you wouldn't be such a bitch."

ooooo's resounded around JJ from a crowd he didn't know was forming. Looking at the girl, (y/n), it was evident that she was ready to jump at her sister. When her back was turned to walk away (y/n) was preparing to pounce when JJ took his chance and grab her by the waist.

"(Y/n), (y/n) just chill out... It's not that serious."

He was enjoying touching (y/n)'s soft skin, even though he's only noticed her today he's become infatuated. (Y/n) turns her head to face him a look of anger and confusion evident on her face as she's clearly wondering who the fuck would dare-

"Who the fuck are you?! Let go of me ya creep!"

She forces herself out of his hold, as much as he hated letting her go, it's reasonable for her to label him as a 'creep.' He watched as (y/n) looked looked around to see that her sister had disappeared into the crowd. The party had continued no one paying any mind to the two's situation. Her anger seemed to be bubbling again as she turns towards him, man it feels like he's trying to calm a wild animal.

"Hey-Hey I just saved you from embarrassing yourself from attacking someone. Look I think we got off on the wrong foot, let's just calm down and sit."

He grabbed her wrist and gently led her to one of the many dead logs. She looked at him with disdain, but still she followed him and sat on the log. JJ does love her the way her nose scrunches when she's angry.

"Alright well let me know the name of my 'savior,' you already know mine so it's only fair to know yours."

JJ's position changes as his confidence builds, his name is well known so he knows he'll have her being putty in his hands. She's gonna be wowed when she hears my name!

"JJ Maybanks is the name, no need to gasp but if you faint make sure to fall into me babe."

Instead of her gasping she scoffs and instead of fainting her eyes roll. He couldn't believe it, all the ladies love him!

"OH great it's the manwhore of obx."

(Y/n) got up and walked to the shabby self-serving bar to make herself a drink. JJ followed quickly behind her not wanting to lose sight of her or her attention.

"Woah woah! What do you mean 'manwhore of obx?' There's no way you're talking about me, how bout the most desirable man in outerbanks or hottest man you ever lad eyes on?"

(Y/n) looks at the blonde with a dead stare, boring into his clear blue-gray eyes. He has a joking expression on his face, but his eyes are clearly showing desperation? Is he really upset by that name? She thought he knew and wore it like a badge of honor... The longer she looked at him the more she's gotta admit he's really good looking. His statement about being the hottest man in outerbanks could be true, she could stare into his eyes and body all day. But she has to look away after 30 seconds; continue making the cocktail to look disinterested. If she knows his reputation then she knows what he's after. She grateful for him saving her of embarrassment of fighting in public, and possibly ruining her relationship with her sister. But she's not stupid, he wants to get in her pants and have her be another conquest. She's not that easy...

"Look I'm gonna be straight with you, I'm not gonna sleep with you. Thank you for helping me, but you gotta find another girl to sleep with. Stop wasting your time."

She quickly turns a walks away, taking a sip of her cocktail and trying not to gag or make a face from the bitterness. JJ stood stunned, sleeping with her crossed his mind but he wanted to her talk not just her moans. He quickly follows her almost tripping on the loose sand. Once he's caught up he follows her pace quickly thinking of how to ease her mind.

"W-wait I wasn't thinking of having sex with you-" She doesn't believe him "Ok maybe I was a little at the beginning, but it's not like that now-" She can't believe him, she just met him "I'm serious, I only want to talk and get to know you. I want to just talk-" She SHOULDN'T believe him "And maybe become friends, it will be chill."

She looked at him a look of disbelief and distrust, he couldn't really be serious. He couldn't really want to be friends and just talk after saying he did want to sleep with her? He really didn't believe that she would just agree to be around him after that admission? But the face he was making right now begged to differ. It was a face that pleaded for her to believe him, and whether or not he knew he was playing into her maternal instincts. She couldn't believe she was doing this.

"Okay..."

The blonde jumped for joy and told her to follow him, fast walking and looking back to make sure she was still there. She sighed and followed him, a weak smile slowly gracing her face.

Why did she believe him? Why did he want her? Why her?