rafe cameron apologist

PART SIX (FINAL)- “To The Funniest, Smartest, Craziest, and Hottest Spoiled Rich Girl The OBX Ever Produced.”

part one here

part two here

part three here

part four here

part five here

short series, jj maybank x kook!reader

word count- 2.3k

tw- blood, panic attack, scratching, fighting, scars, hospitals, alcohol, swearing, really super cheesy sweet fluff at the end. like. rlly cheesy fluff.

a/n- im not gonna lie, im not crazy about the way that I ended this but I was losing motivation to write this series and I wanted to begin my other ideas, and I tried my hardest, but I still don’t love it, but I hope u all love it! also, like fuck thank u SO MUCH for reading and being so invested in this story, I honestly only planned it to be a two parter, but as the lil gears in my head began to turn it just turned into more, and don’t worry stay tuned for more JJ stories, and more imagines with the other characters, and lots of OC’s. anyway, I hope u enjoy this sickly sweet ending. we’ll just say everyone got what they deserved. 😏 oh, and flashbacks are in italics!

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You had only recalled crying twice in your life.

The night you lost your mom and sister, and the day you found out you were pregnant.

And now, as you were looking at your stepmom, asleep in the hospital chair next to your bed, you began to lose track.

Pairing: JJ x Reader

In which: JJ and the reader get caught cuddling, and the reader isn’t any kind of morning person, and JJ doesn’t mind.

Category: FLUFF

Warnings: Cursing

John B always knew JJ loved the girls, (y/n) and Kie. He knew JJ would do anything to make sure they were safe, he didn’t doubt JJ would go so far as to put his own life on the line for those two.

What John B didn’t expect? Was for JJ to willingly give either of them intimacy. Maybe this was because John B was always the one to let JJ crash at his place when more mysterious bruises appeared. Maybe this was because John B noticed how JJ repeatedly shrugged away hugs and warm touches. Maybe it was because John B had never seen JJ willingly accept acts of intimacy or seen him willingly give them out.

Or maybe John B just didn’t know, but what he did know was that tracking down JJ after a night of partying was his responsibility. At least today, when Pope wasn’t there to be worried over all their idiocy.

Another thing John B knew? JJ had a particular fondness for the hammocks when he was all fucked up. Now, John B had found JJ in a lot of unpromising situations, some including girls and some not. Had he seen some things he would’ve preferred not to? Most definitely, it was almost unavoidable when it came to the scavenger hunt of locating JJ.

However, on this somewhat overcast morning of 11am, quite early for these pogues after their long night, finding JJ was no hassle. John B could see his leg poking out of the hammock from the chateau. The question though, was who the hell was in there with JJ?

JJ wasn’t one to let somebody stick around, especially sleep with him. So, when John B cautiously approached and peaked in he could say he was surprised, a little bit. There nestled into JJs side was (y/n). Her cheek was pressed against JJs chest and his shirt was slung over the both of them.

John B could say that JJ looked about as relaxed as he had ever seen half sober JJ. Not very slowly, and not very gracefully, John B gave the hammock a push, ready to greet the two not so well rested pogues.

“JB what in the literal fuck do you think you’re doing?! I will fucking kill you dude, I-“ (y/n) had only half pushed herself up from where she had been lying when her speech finally went to sleepy mumbling before she decided that JJs warm chest was much more inviting than cursing John B out.

John B chuckled before bringing his eyes to the blue eyes of JJ which were peering at John B. “Goodmorning dude” John B said, sending JJ a gleaming smile. “Go away JB” a small mumble could be heard from the half asleep (y/n). John B watched as JJ smiled while glancing down at the girl pressed against him. When JJ returned his gaze to the waiting pogue he simply lifting his arm and made a motion that told John B to get the hell outta there, though this lasted for maybe three seconds before (y/n)’s arm shot out and grabbed JJs to bring his arm to her waist whilst she snuggled into him.

JJ snickered a little at the movement before looking to John B and going “you heard her right? Go away John B, come again another day” JJ sang quietly. “Whatever lover boy” John B said as he turned around “was just gunna ask if you wanted breakfast!” John B called over his shoulder, he could hear JJ lightly thrash in the hammock.

“John B!” JJ whisper yelled, John B smirked while continuing to walk away “John B!” John B stopped but didn’t turn “what’s breakfast John B?!” “Just pancakes, dude.” “Fuuuucckkkk”

That Damn Party

[gif creds @petersjj-obx]

Rafe Cameron x female!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs

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Thank you so much for requesting! Hope you like it 🥰

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Part 2

“Get that shit out of my house, man.” Rafe growled, his face close to Kelce’s as his hands led him outside. The dark skinned boy laughed, thinking his friend was just joking.

“Since when do you turn this down, bro?”

“Since Barry laid his filthy hands on my girl. And I promised her I would stop, so get that shit out of here, alright?” his voice trembled, the thought of the drug dealer looking his girlfriend up and down with a disgusting grin and using her to threaten him still haunting his mind.

“This isn’t even from Barry.” Kelce pressured, trying to walk back inside the house, but was stopped by a tight grip on his arm.

“Are you fucking listening to me?” Rafe raised his voice, catching the attention of some people around them, “I’m getting my shit together! I’m not doing that shit, not here near her, not anywhere, ok?”

“Yeah, whatever, dude, your loss.” he turned around to join a group of people near the pool.

Not wanting to keep feeding people’s attention towards him, Rafe just hoped his friends wouldn’t try and do anything behind his back. He wouldn’t forgive anyone if something happened to her again.

jj maybank x reader; him being a pogue and you being a kook, you and jj choose to keep your relationship on the down-low, but on the night of the annual bonfire all you want to do is show him off as yours.

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“just remember, when i roll my eyes at you tonight, it means i think you’re hot and i wanna bang you.” jj says, pointing his finger at you and winking as he backs away slowly out of your house. “and when i flip you off in return, it means likewise.” you blow your boyfriend a kiss before quietly closing the door. he would’ve stayed much longer if it were up to you, but you knew your brother would be back soon to get ready for the party.

it was hard sneaking around the last few months, but you both agreed it was for the best. your friends and his friends weren’t exactly civil with each other- ever. being a kook meant you were supposed to be against the pogues simply because they weren’t as fortunate, which you thought was complete bullshit. the hierarchy was bullshit, it was all bullshit. you believed everyone was the same, no one being better than the other and you certainly did not dislike any of the pogues the way your friends did.

you knew if you went public, it would cause a lot of drama with your friends and his, therefore you snuck around so you could be with each other in peace. jj mostly came to your house because his dad was always home, and your family were always out and about so you weren’t likely to get caught. not that your parents would care, as long as you didn’t interfere with their business, they rarely paid attention to you. it was your brother, topper you worried about most. when sarah cameron left him for none other than john b, a pogue, his hate for their group grew even more. it was ironic that the reason you and jj snuck around was because sarah and john b didn’t- and you saw how they struggled for a long time to be able to exist together without some sort of conflict. you and jj didn’t want that for each other.

a few hours had passed since your boyfriend left, and soon the fire would be lit and the multiple hour- long drunk would begin. you smiled, taking jj’s chain he left on your bedside table and putting it around your neck. no one would notice, you thought to yourself. except maybe jj, who would love that you wore his chain, like it meant that even though no one knew you were dating, you were flaunting your relationship to every single person that would be around you.

“you coming or not?” topper said eagerly, poking his head through the crack of your door. “you didn’t have to wait up, top. but yes, i’m right behind you.” you told your brother, who nodded and pushed your door open for you as you followed him down the steps. 

it didn’t take long to get to the bonfire, since you and topper rode along with kelce and rafe, who of course, drove much above the speed limit. “let’s get this party started!” kelce yelled, tossing a beer to each of you before running towards the fire. you couldn’t help but laugh at your friend, who was chased by topper, and eventually rafe, after he nudged you with his elbow and said “have fun, little thorton.” you shook your head- as much as you hated the way they’d react to you being with jj they were your best friends, and you loved them nonetheless.

“hey, (y/n)! over here!” you heard the familiar voice of your friend call to you. as you scanned the beach to find her, you locked eyes with your boyfriend. you shot a quick smile, to which he returned with an over exaggerated eye roll. remembering your conversation from before, you flipped him off, earning a smirk before he looked away and gave his attention to his friends once again.

“what was that all about?” your friend slurred as she walked up to you. “nothing worth talking about.” you replied, interlocking your arm with hers and changing the subject. “how much have you had to drink already?” you chuckled, not being oblivious to the fact she was stumbling all over the place. “oh, y’know a flask and a half. not too much,” she said sarcastically, her attention being diverted to rafe, who she crushed on for god knows how long now. you smiled, “go on, i’ll catch up with you later.” she silently thanked you before faking her soberness and walking his way.

you chatted with a few friends, shot gunned a few beers with kelce, and now you were buzzed, discretely watching your boyfriend on the other side of the fire talking with his friends. his black shirt was now unbuttoned, a thin red bandana wrapped around his neck. his hand gripped a can of beer while his other was wrapped around kiara’s shoulder.

he was fucking irresistible. you knew many girls on his side crushed on him, but you didn’t care because you knew he was yours and that what you had was the realest thing you’ve ever felt. the more you watched him the more you wished you could show him off as your boyfriend. the more buzzed you got, the more courage you got to do just that.

and suddenly,  you were walking over to him

“hey.” you greeted your boyfriend, who was looking down at his phone in the moment. his head jerked up at the sound of your voice. “uh, hey,” he replied, a confused expression on his friends faces as they watched. “(y/n), what are you doing?” he whispered, turning his back to his friends so they wouldn’t hear as clearly. he looked down, noticing his necklace around your neck. “you wore my chain.” jj couldn’t help but smile. 

“i’m tired of sneaking around, jay,” you told him, making his eyes widen. “are you sure?” he asked as you began looking around. your friends stared, his friends stared, “positive.” you assured him. then they all watched as your hand made its way to the back of his neck, they watched as you brought his lips to yours, they watched as his hands snaked around your waist and pulled you closer.

jj pulled away momentarily, “everyone’s staring, (y/n).” he said as if it were something that would make you want to stop.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “ I’ve seen imagines where the reader and jj are dating and the reader comes out to jj as bisexual or pansexual and was wondering if you could do a imagine where it’s the opposite and jj comes out to the reader they could be best friends or dating in this whichever one you want is fine!! ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 900

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions drugs

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: I kept this short and sweet, v wholesome energy. sorry it’s short, I’ve been feeling a bit ill but wanted to write. Thank you for requesting!

Y/N and JJ sat in the Twinkie, hanging out together as the rest of the Pogues were sitting by the fire. He was rolling up a joint, his fingers fumbling around with the thin material. Y/N watched her boyfriend as he built his finest creation, but she could notice something was off about him tonight.

I mean, it’s just the pecker thing.

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

summary: rafe fucks you in his dad’s office like the needy slut you are.

warning(s): SMUT, daddy kink, degradation, vaginal sex (missionary & doggy), oral (fem receiving), rough sex, choking, dirty talk, exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex, explicit language. no spoilers for season 2!!

a/n: big thank u to everyone who helped me write this and discussed with me how big rafe’s cock is <3

dedicated to @twinklelilstarkey ty for helping me with both this fic and my life in general, you are a goddess and ily so much babe <33

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You were desperate for Rafe’s touch. 

It was evident in the way your hand brushed over his thigh provocatively, in the way your seemingly innocent gaze lingered a little too long on his handsome features, and in the way your breathing heaved every time his fingers grazed your bare skin. Yet despite your obvious attempts at making your boyfriend notice how much your pussy was aching for him, he didn’t seem to acknowledge it. If anything, you could catch the glimpse of a smirk on his face as you bit your lip, all but hiding the fact that you were pressing your legs together. 

summary: duncan tells y/n his plan… y/n has to deal with it.

Warnings: plot plot plot, ANGST, ANGST, ANGST. Depressive thoughts. Anxiety. (Coping mechanisms?) y/n kind of goes off

word count: 3,2 k 

A/N: (new chapters will be much longer!!! because y’all asked for them! thank you for reading my fic! :3 ❤️and thank you to new readers too! I see comments from people that are surprised they missed my fic and then binge read it! so thank you all so much ❤️❤️❤️ )

see masterlist for prior chapters /part ten / part eleven / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17

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Duncan exhales deeply. He was frustrated, beyond frustrated. He found nothing at his search at the university. No one was using that computer. No one that was seen anyways. So someone must of rerouted the email. The email. The threat. Someone knew their secret. And they didn’t even say what they were going to do. And that’s what scared him the most. That someone knew, and that someone wanted something. 

Thoughts keep running through his head. He knew he had to do something, something to protect y/n. And at any cost. No matter what the outcome…

It’s nearing 3 am when the large door of Duncan’s apartment opened. Duncan walks in to be promptly greeted by Matt. Stationed at his door and waiting patiently in his apartment until Duncan returned.

RAFE CAMERON - OUTER BANKS 2.08

coffee; rafe cameron

summary: a small coffee incident ended with a night of lovesick smiles and a date with rafe cameron.

warnings: profanities, mentions of food & beverages, gif credits to @whumpypepsigal

word count: 848

a/n: entry for @sweeterthansammy’s 1k celebration // c/n buying y/n their items after bumping into them.