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BRB WHILE I SOB AND DIE.
A/N: just a little blurb of the pogues curing a sad night because i finished obx s3 and i felt like it. w.c: 656 pairing: the pogues x gn!reader (platonic)
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“why don't you let me wallow in peace?”
you mumble after taking a sip of your beer. you felt when a group of warm bodies approached your personal space. the pogues never knew the meaning of leaving you alone.
“because we don't wallow alone. if we're gonna suffer, we'll suffer together.” kiara chimes in from your side. when jj nudged your thigh with his feet you finally drifted your attention from the night sky to look at them.
pope offered you a plastic cup. you stared at it suspiciously.
“for the hangover tomorrow,”
you lifted an eyebrow, a lazy smirk growing in your mouth. “what hangover? I've barely had three of these, pope,”
“add another three beside that one and it's about the right amount.”
“shut up, jj.”
“he's right,” you looked up with a glare, finding john b pulling his hat off to lay it over your head. he sat down on the grass, in front of all of you. “stop drinking over your sorrows. it's not healthy.”
“yeah, okay, dad.” you spurt out, annoyed. you had the cup pope outstretched to you between your fingers anyway. “like you don't do the same.”
“i'm a changed, man,” john b gave you a sly grin.
you rolled your eyes.
at some point, a conversation about which is the bigger fish started and you got lost when jj begin to list every rich boat model — he knew a lot of those. when did the subject even reach that?
“i miss her,”
it was more of a whisper in your head. an ongoing lyric that never ended and you couldn't tune it out because it had a strong grip in your brain.
break-ups happened all the time. you know it. you've been through it before. but now it felt like... like the pain would never go away. it would never leave you. you gave your heart, again, and someone sticked glass into it, again.
why did you even try?
“i know,”
you heard kiara say and that's when you finally realize everybody had gotten quiet, exchanging looks. oh, so you had spoke out loud.
great, you didn't even have control over your tongue anymore.
“but it gets better,” she leaned her head on your shoulder, moving her hand to intertwine with yours quietly. “i promise.”
“it doesn't feel like it,”
“but it will,” it was pope who spoke, “nothing that is able to get worse isn't able to get better.”
you stood quiet at that, absorbing the saying. your eyes glazed over the water again and you lift it to your lips, gulping it down with a grimace. you didn't think you had had any water in the whole day.
jj let out a snicker from your lap, he had laid down on it at some point. “where did you take that out from, pope? fashion magazine?”
“he'll be a great philosopher some day,” john b raised his beer and kiara clincked it with her ring. “... quoted in all textbooks at universities like harvard and shit.”
“ah, screw you, I'm just trying to make them feel alright, okay?” he protested pushing them off as they laughed.
cracking out a smile, you touched his shoulder softly, mouthing a thank you. he nodded and smiled.
“you have us, you know?” you glanced down at the blond. “no matter what happens, no matter what goes down, you'll always have us.”
“preach, maybank,” kiara said, flicking his exposed forehead. he groaned, flipping her off as he settled more comfortably in your thighs.
your chest then bubbled with a warm sensation, something that resembled safety. no. it was definitely, safety. your friends were you safe haven in the middle of the chaos. there was no way you were able to be sad with any of the pogues around, they made sure a smile always danced in your lips. and you were grateful. because lovers come and go, but your friends? that was forever.
mixing my favorite things together !!!
NEWTON’S LAWS,
introducing... the lion and his lioness prey pairing: f1!raphael cameron & reporter!reader
An apple fell from a tree and well... you know the rest. Much like Newton's apple, you fell right in his path, the lion's path, and he deemed you his prey. Silly boy. That was his first mistake.
A tale as old as time, Newton & his gravity, faceclaim: HoYeon Jung & various pinterest girls
warnings! smau, fem!reader, fluff, slightly mean!rafe, obx & f1 crossover, a little angst, possible smut, fc used, pet names, occasional inaccuracies, ward and more
REPORTING LIVE FROM THE PADDOCK, Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5...
THE LION'S DEN (EXTRAS), Beginner's Guide to an F1 Race Weekend x
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have i ever watched obx? no. will that stop me from shipping jjpope and being a lesbian kie truther? also no.
See You Later Daddy~Rafe Cameron
WARRING:Cussing,Daddy Kink,P-IN-V Sex, unprotected sex
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Rafe’s getting ready to leave and go hang out with Topper and Kelce. I don’t want him to leave, and I know just the trick to get him to stay home.
“Do you have to go?" I whine, holding on to Rafe as he tries to get dressed.
"Yes, I do. Now let go so I can get ready.” Rafe chuckles, trying to get me off.
"Whatever,” I scoffed, walking away only to feel a harsh slap on my ass.
“Lose the attitude.” Rafe chuckled
I’m sitting on my phone scrolling through Instagram when Rafe walks out of the bathroom, all dressed, heading straight towards me.
"Alright, I’m leaving. I love you.” Rafe leans in, trying to get me a kiss, but I dodge him.
"Uh, uh, don’t do that. Give me a kiss.” Rafe leans in, but I keep dodging him, laughing.
“GIVE ME A KISS!” Rafe yelled, grabbing me.
“No.” I laughed, trying to escape him.
“Don’t be a brat.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing my face and placing a rough, wet kiss on my lips.
“I don’t want you to leave.” I pout, crossing my arms.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” He placed another kiss on my lips, softer this time.
I just sit back, watching Rafe walk towards the door, already knowing how I’m going to get him to stay.
"Alright, see you later, daddy.” I smiled watching him walk out. My smile turns into a smirk when I see the door open back up.
“What did you just say?” He asked, walking back in
"Nothing.” I smiled innocently, shrugging my shoulders.
"Okay, I love you.” He looked at me suspiciously as I walked out.
“I love you too, daddy.” I smirked at seeing him walk back in.
“You know exactly what you’ve doing.” Rafe smirked, closing the door behind him and locking it. “I’m not doing anything.” I shrugged.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?" I look at my phone, trying to ignore Rafe, who was walking towards me with the stupid, sexy smirk of his.
"Mmhh, what did you say?" He smirks, getting in my face.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Toppers probably wonder where you’re at.” I lean back so he isn’t in my face.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He shrugged, taking off his shirt.
"Bye, see you later.” I look back at my phone.
“You’re going to see me later when you turn back around.” Rafe smirked, unbuckling his pants, leaving him in his boxers.
“RAFE.” I squeal when Rafe grabs me by my ankle, dragging me to the end of the bed.
“You think I’m stupid; you know exactly what you were doing.” Rafe smirked, grabbing my phone out of my hand and tossing in at the top of the bed.
Threading your fingers through his soft blonde hair, your eyes fluttered closed as he stroked from your ankles with both his hands, up towards your knee and to your inner thighs.
Only before dragging them back down again. Rafe pressed a sweet kiss to the inside of your thighs, urging you to spread your legs a little farther before dragging his lips back down.
His lips press against your ankles and your knees. He's teasing you, and you know it.
“Please don’t tease me.” I begged
Rafe licked a flat stripe up your pussy before settling for kitten licks on your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” I moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Rafe continued to lick at you. His tongue was swirling and sucking in all the right places, making the most obscene noises that were mixed with your whines and whimpers.
Rafe hummed against you, slipping two fingers into you, his eyes trained on your expression above him. Rafe was good at eating you out; he knew everything you liked and exactly how you liked it.
“You like that, baby?” Rafe asked, curling his fingers and instantly hitting that soft spot in you.
"Yes, god, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” I moaned, warping my hands in his hair to push him back down.
“Yeah, you're going to cum, baby."
"Yes, Rafe, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I moan, but right before I could, Rafe instantly stopped pumping his fingers, removing all contact from me.
"No, no, no, what the fuck, Rafe?" I was literally about to sob.
"Uh, uh, not yet.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing me and flipping me on my stomach.
”I told you you would be seeing me later when you turned back around. Rafe instantly propped me up on my knees, pushing me down in the middle of my back with my ass in the air.
"Rafe,” I moaned when he slid in, instantly thrusting slowly.
"Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned, chuckling as he toyed with you.
"Please, Rafe, stop teasing me.” I whined
“That’s not my name." Rafe smacks my ass, speeding up a little.
“What’s my name, baby?” Rafe wraps his arms around my throat, pulling me onto my knees as my back collides with his chest.
“Please don’t tease me, Daddy.” I whimpered.
“Oh god, Daddy, faster.” I moan when his pace speeds up.
Pushing myself backwards, I met his rhythm as he drilled into me, his balls slapping against my skin as he buried his cock into me as deep as he could go with every aggressive thrust.
I could feel the head kissing against the sweet spot in the back of my walls, my trembling pussy sucking him in and hugging around him as he groaned.
"So hot and tight." Rafe groaned, yanking me back into every hard thrust of his hips. His cock was so hard and deep. I could barely think or breathe.
mouth begging for relief, but your body demanded more. "I can feel how close you are." His words had my inner walls clenching and my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure pulsed through me. My hips lift on their own, aching for him to reach deeper.
Rafe’s hand dips between my thighs to press on my clit, and a choked sound leaves me as my body shakes.
“Come on, baby, I know you’re close. I can feel you squeezing me.” Rafe groaned, pushing me flat on my stomach.
“Oh god, Rafe, oh God.”
I cum hard, my body jerking beneath his as I bite my own arm to keep from screaming. A deep, sexy moan echos in my ear as he finishes inside me, fucking me slow and deep until we're both spent and fighting to catch our breath.
We’re both quiet, trying to catch our breaths, when Rafe’s phone starts ringing.
“It’s Topper.”
3AM~Rafe Cameron
WARRING:Cussing,Fingering
I let out a sigh as I closed the front door. I slid my heels off quietly and gently sat my purse on the counter, only grabbing my phone. I got a quick look at the stovetop, and the time was 3:29 a.m.
oh shit.
I tip-toed up the stairs, being as quiet as I could. I finally walked to our bedroom and peeked the door open. Once I felt like it was safe, I stepped in. I quickly turned around and closed the door. I let out a relieved sigh and tossed my head back.
"Where have you been?"
I jumped at the voice and looked over to our bed. Fuck, I've been caught.
"I was out with the girls, like I told you." I tossed my phone on the bed and looked at him, watching as he slowly stood up and walked towards me.
"It's 3 in the morning. Where have you been?" he asked again.
"Why do I have to tell you?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"What time did I tell you to come back, 11 right. It's 3; you were out doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. and you're drunk, I can smell it." Rafe scoffed.
Shit, there's no getting out of this.
"First of all, I'm not drunk." I scoffed.
"Watch your tone with me," he said, grabbing my chin and making me look at him.
"Where the fuck were you?" he asked. I whimpered as his grip tightened.
"I was at a party," I signed.
"Now you're not going anywhere else since you want to lie and shit, understand?" He tilted his head.
"y-yes"
"Great, now go get in the shower. You smell like alcohol," he smirked, leaving a gentle kiss on my lips, standing up straight. I sighed, walking into the bathroom and locking the door.
Tossing on one of Rafe's t-shirts that went past my knees, I walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Rafe was still awake, but I think he's mad. Hmm, let's see. I gently slid his phone out of his hand and clicked it off.
"Stop looking like you want to kill me." I placed my hand on his cheek, running my thumb over his lips.
"Stop doing stupid shit that makes me want to kill you." He rolled his eyes, kissing my thumb and sliding his hands under my shirt.
"I'm sorry." I removed my hand and pecked his lips. He smiled at me and flipped us over. I guess he's not mad.
I felt him slide his hand down my body before dragging his hand up to his lips and spitting on his fingers before placing them straight onto my heat, causing me to jump.
I placed my hand in his hair griping and pulling it as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.
“Oh god, Rafe, please.” I moan as he speeds up.
As soon as I started to get closer, he smirked, suddenly stopping his movement and pulling my shirt back down.
"What the fuck, Rafe?"
"Your drunk, shut up," he cut me off, laying back in his spot.
"You’re such a piece of shit." I glared at him.
"Mhm, goodnight, babe," he yawned, leaning over and turning the lights off.
SOMEONE FINALLY SAYS IT!!!! THANK YOU!!!!
Not gonna lie, l’m getting a bit fed up with the fandom still trying to create more drama when it’s not necessary at all.
Already seeing all the “boys and girls are doing press separately again” and it’s frustrating seeing people still making this about Rudy and Madison and portraying them as these unprofessional actors who can’t stand to be in a room together, it’s so unnecessary and not fair to them.
It’s pretty obvious that yesterday’s interviews were the way they were simply because of work obligations, the girls and JD were in California and I think it’s pretty safe to say that Chase, Rudy and Drew were most likely in New York or anywhere on the east coast considering Rudy had a play in Boston THAT SAME NIGHT.
I think it’s time the fandom realizes that at least half of the drama between the cast it’s just pure fantasies that people have created out of nothing.
Can’t enjoy anything related to the show these days without a good chunk of the fans complaining about every single thing 🙄
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JJ Maybank fanfic idea
Calling all JJ Maybank writers!!
This idea contains spoilers from season 4 part 2 so if you still haven’t seen it…
I have a fanfic idea where when JJ saves Kiara from Groff, it’s the reader instead. NOW instead of hugging her like he did in the show because keep in mind, GROFF HAS A FUCKING KNIFE, JJ stands in front of her, blocking Groff from getting to her, they do fight a little, Groff manages to cut JJ again, but YN knocked him out with some brick she found.
Noticing he’s cut, she calls out for John B and Pope while applying pressure to his wound and leaving that place with the crown she took from Groff, holding up JJ. John B asked what happened, she says that it was Groff and that we need to get JJ some help, they do, but JJ is pretty much out of it because the person who’s fixing him up is saying the first wound is infected, YN is worried AF.
While JJ is knocked out, he dreams of an alternate reality where he stayed with Wes and Larissa and was raised as a Kook, Groff was kicked out of the Genrette residence, he was raised as Jackson, being friends with Topper and Rafe, going to Kook Academy, and only sees the pogues once in a while. He sees John B whenever he’s on Ward’s boat with Rafe, sees Pope when he delivers groceries, sees Kie at the Wreck and during her Kook year, but he has never come across YN at all, until the kegger at the boneyard from season 1.
Instead of Topper saying “stupid pogues” because JJ didn’t give him the beer, he said it because Y/N spills beer on him BY ACCIDENT, someone bumped into her and made it spill. She’s apologizing profusely, Topper not taking it, she keeps saying it’s an accident, John B has his hands on her shoulders saying to forget about him, Topper says “stupid pogues”, him and John B fight, “Jackson” tells topper to leave them alone, topper tells Jackson that he’s a kook, he was born a Kook, he was raised a Kook, and he’ll die a Kook
JJ wakes up, says that he had a terrible nightmare, he was friends with Topper, and says that he’s glad that Groff handed him for to Luke because despite the fact that his father was shitty, he had the best friends ever, his real family, and being a Kook didn’t feel right. Mainly because he never got to meet YN who he is madly in love with.
Just a little idea, if y’all like it and want to use it, please tag me! It’s inspired by a Switched At Birth episode
HOLY FUCK I AM SO MAD AT TOPPERS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND AND ALL THE FUCKING KOOKS. "They threatened us" YOU TRIED TO FUCKING RUN THEM OVER TWICE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE GOD I FUCKING HATE HER OMG
Yall, I hope Rafe gets a therapist in season 5. Like he's messed up. He even told his dad he needed help and that he's not okay. Like he knows it himself.
WARD CAN GO SUCK A FAT ONE. HE PISSED ME THE FUCK OFF. I HATE THAT MOTHERFUCKER. HE HAS MENTAL ISSUES ISTG.
I'm rewatching OBX right now and I feel so fucking bad for Lana. Like she's gone through hell. I know a lot of people in that show have, but they are also criminals. Lana isn't. Her husband dies. She gets beaten up and harrased by 2 assholes, and she couldnt tell anyone about what Ward did, at the fear of getting murdered. Like she doesn't deserve that shit. I wish her the best. Also, the only person she trusted, Sherrif Peterkin, fucking died. Like, come one.
