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is it just me or was the episodes this season were shorter than usual??
is it just me or was the episodes this season were shorter than usual??
is it just me or was the episodes this season were shorter than usual??
Outer Banks (2020– ) | Stranger Things (2016– )
Wrong Place at the Wrong Time | OneShot
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader
Summary: Your ex-boyfriend confronts you
Warning: Mentions of abuse, unwanted touching, mentions of alcohol and drugs
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Keys jingling in your hand, you walked out the front door of Tannyhill, a small smile on your lips as you walked through the homes horseshoe driveway. In the distance you could hear Kelce and Topper whooping loudly, the sound of water splashing following their voices. It had been a good day at Rafe's house; it was Topper's birthday and it had been Rafe's idea to have his party in his backyard. "We'll make it a day to night thing," he had said to you and Kelce the week before, "Have it start at three, people won't show up until four, get people wasted at seven and they'll be outta my damn house by twelve or one." It wasn't a bad plan, especially since Ward and Rose's plane landed back in Outer Banks at 3pm the next day.
The day had went exactly the way Rafe said it would. Friends from high school you all had known for years and new ones from out of state colleges that were just on the island for the summer had come to wish Topper a "Happy fuckin birthday, dude; finally old enough to bang a country club milf." Your boyfriend's backyard had looked like a scene out of Project X; people were packed in their own little friend groups, random dance circles were created when one particular song came onto the speakers that was "too fire not to blast" and there were even teens on his family's dock, letting their feet sit in the water while they blew out clouds of yellow smoke. Drinks were thrown back and laughs were let out and by the time it was midnight, it was just you, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce sipping on seltzer's while swimming.
You were sitting on Rafe's lap when you remembered how far away you had to park your car. You had left to pick up Topper's two cakes, one of them being used specifically for a cake fight that had happened around nine-ish. When you had came back, the streets parking was minimal, forcing you to park a little farther down than usual. The blonde pinched your hip when you moved to get up, frowning at the distance. He was drunk, not messy drunk, but definitely drunk enough where he didn't care about putting on his tough facade in front of his boys as he whined at you to sit back down. "I have to move my car, I forgot I left it so far," you stumbled when you slid your sandals on, steadying yourself with a hand to Rafe's shoulder. He groaned, "Why?" You shook your head, "You know Rose will ask why my car is so far." Putting down his drink on the wooden table, he stood up with you. You quirked a brow, "Where're you going?"
He blinked at you, "With you?"
You shook your head, pushing him back down in the cushioned chair and putting his drink back in his hand. "It's right down the street, I'll just be five minutes, baby." He sighed, not thinking much about it when he agreed. You were on Figure Eight in his home; if it were anywhere else he wouldn't even have been so lenient, but he was as comfortable here as he was in his own skin. "Okay, hurry back." You pressed a quick kiss on his jaw, asking him to grab you a fruity drink before Kelce drank them all. The nineteen year old insisted that he liked a nice cold beer, but after knocking back shots Topper would pass to him when he couldn't drink them, he indulged in his guilty pleasure of colorful drinks.
Looking up from your feet and the cracks in the road, you spotted your white car, but when your slightly tipsy mind processed a man standing at the drivers side with his hands cupped around his eyes to look in the tinted window, you froze in your tracks. The sound of your keys in the air made the man turn around and you gaped at him. He seemed to be pleased with your reaction, clapping his hands in fake joy. "Just the girl I was looking for," he took a step forward and pressed his hand to his heart, faking hurt, when you took a bigger step back from him. "Awe, don't be like that, bunny." You flinched at the old pet name, remembering how he would call you that after you'd hit a bump, licking the white powder from nose playfully. You shivered at the way his blown out pupils trailed over you, wishing you had something else other than a swimsuit top and jean shorts on. "What're you doing here, (Y/EX'S/N)?" Your voice came out shaky and you fisted your hands when you realized how bad this situation really was. You straightened your shoulders, trying to seem less intimidated than you really were. "Heard you went full kook, got clean with the king of Figure Eight," his glossy coked out eyes looked at Rafe's house in the distance behind you and he scoffed, "Didn't think it'd be true. You run away and disappear from me, scare me half to death, and you think that's okay?" His voice was low with anger, and it scared you more knowing he was high, scared you to think that he convinced himself that that's what really happened. You wouldn't let him gaslight you like he had in the past before you built the courage to get away from him. Bringing your hand in the air, you dismissed him in pure disgust. "You're fucking crazy," you told him, taking in your surroundings and bringing your keys between the spaces of your fingers for a makeshift weapon. (Y/EX'S/N) caught you glance at Rafe's house and rose his brows at you threateningly when he watched you think through a hundred different scenarios. "Don't think about it, (Y/N)."
You knew you had no choice, knowing that he was bigger, stronger, and faster than you. As loudly as your throat could manage, you screamed Rafe's name, your terror laced voice cutting through the late night air for a couple seconds before (Y/EX'S/N) ran towards you, backhanding you, a pained yelp leaving you at the feeling of his nail scratching your cheek. Your elbow hit the ground, your keys falling out of your hand, but you didn't have time to register the pain before he grabbed your bicep, lifting you off the pavement roughly to throw your back against the side of your car, the back of your head hitting it at the same time. He pressed his hand against your throat, fingers holding down the sides of your neck as your nails clawed at his arm, desperately trying to breathe in air, but he was too high to feel how deep you scratched at his wrists. He probably wouldn't even remember this in the morning. He used to always question your bruises when he had come out of his high, and you had protected him by giving ridiculous excuses, never telling him he was the one that constantly hurt you. You lifted yourself to your toes, leaned your head back to escape the pressure of his hand but he just pushed up harder, lifting your body almost half a foot off the ground as he used his other hand to help himself choke you out. He was mumbling random nonsense to hisself; "You shouldn't have left" and "This is your fault."
The edges of your eyesight turned black and just as you felt yourself get too lightheaded to fight back, his hand was off your neck and you fell to your knees as you gasped loudly, coughing when you felt oxygen flow through you again.
Rafe couldn't explain the rage that went through him when he saw (Y/EX'S/N) above you in the road, having gotten up and leaving his backyard in record time after hearing your petrified scream in the distance, calling out to him for help. Topper and Kelce followed quickly behind him, disregarding the fact they were shirtless and barefoot as they went to aid you. Rafe didn't know how many times he had punched (Y/EX'S/N) at this point, he was so angry he didn't even remember ripping the junkie off of you. A loud ringing was present in his ears and a fury was in his eyes no one had ever seen before. Topper was making sure you were okay, using his body to block your eyesight of what your boyfriend and Kelce were doing to your old abuser. Rafe had heard stories of what (Y/EX'S/N) had done and every time he promised that it was "on sight" for him if he ever did see him. (Y/EX'S/N) was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Rafe made sure to do the most to him in the moment while he could. The sound of you crying brought the blonde out of his stupor, and he looked down at the piece of trash under him, sweat on his forehead. (Y/EX'S/N) almost looked dead. Blood covered his face and neck, his nose was definitely bent in a way it wasn't supposed to and deep cuts from Rafe's ring were starting to look more gruesome by the second. Rafe gripped his shirt in his fist, pulling his battered body off the ground to make him look in him in the eye. His voice was clear with anger, "If you ever come near her again, I'll fucking kill you," he promised and with that shoved him back into the ground, turning to you and replacing Topper's spot, the other blonde joining Kelce to inflict their own share of pain onto (Y/EX'S/N).
Rafe's demeanor changed instantly at the sight of you. You were terrified, your body pressing into the side of your car to try and make yourself smaller. Rafe shushed you, gathering you into his arms and tucking your head into his neck to get you to avoid looking at the damage he had inflicted. Topper and Kelce stopped their fists from hitting (Y/EX'S/N) when he became unresponsive and through your panic you heard Rafe tell them to drive your car into his driveway, vaguely caught a glimpse of Kelce dragging (Y/EX'S/N) into a space between two bushes. Rafe whispered to you to calm down, pressing kisses against your temple when he stood up with your arms around his bare shoulders and legs clinging to his waist in fear. He felt blood drip from your arm onto his chest, the feel on it making him walk faster towards the front door of Tannyhill.
Your crying subsided by the time Rafe carried you through the doorway of his bedroom, but you clung to him tighter when you felt him place you on the edge of the bed. Rafe gently trailed his hands from your back to your wrists around his neck, whispering that you needed to let go so he could get the first aid kit. You complied, your tearful eyes opening and adjusting to the few light sources in the room, letting your hands sit numbly in your lap. Rafe came back into your line of sight with the white box in hand, and he sat down next to you, putting a finger under your chin to take in the damage properly. You had a long scratch from the corner of your eye to the side of your nose, thankfully not deep enough to leave any kind of permanent mark, but definitely enough for it to ache for a couple days. Your elbow was scratched up from the concrete, staining your skin with semi-dry blood. The worst of your injuries though was your neck. Rafe could already make out the bruise in the shape of a hand developing on your throat, and it took everything in him not to do the same to (Y/EX'S/N), but he knew he couldn't leave you right now, not when you were so vulnerable. He picked up the grey throw blanket on the corner of his bed to wrap it around your bare shoulders before his big fingers picked out the small antiseptic wipes. "This is gonna sting a little, I'm sorry, baby," he fisted the blue comforter next to your thigh. "I'm sorry, shoulda gotten there quicker-" You shook your head, pulling away from the little cloth to look into his sad blue eyes. "You got there as fast as you could," you reassured, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself, making sure to avoid staining the soft material with the blood from you elbow. "Please don't blame yourself for something you didn't have any control over," you mumbled quietly, not breaking eye contact with the man that was so obviously in love with you. He just nodded, interlacing his fingers with yours atop your thigh as he moved to wipe the blood off your arm.
A couple quiet minutes passed of Rafe cleaning up the cuts on you, being especially gentle when he wiped at your neck, a frown on his face throughout the whole process. Is this how you felt when he came home after the countless fights he'd been in? He hated how sick in the gut he felt, the thought that he should have gotten to you faster digging into his head. A knock rang through the room, and you looked up to see Topper and Kelce standing in the doorway, both having changed into sweats and t-shirts. "How you doin, (Y/N/N)?" Topper asked, his voice quiet to keep you calm. They walked in as you shrugged, accepting the cold water bottle Kelce had grabbed for you. Rafe used one hand to unscrew the lid for you, and you took a couple sips, not realizing until then how thirsty you were. You urged Rafe to drink some when you were satisfied and he did it just for your peace of mind, raising his hand to cup your cheek in his hand.
"Thank you, for saving me," you said, looking at your friends in the eyes before turning your gaze to Rafe, who was already staring at you. You turned your head to kiss his palm, bringing your hand up to hold it instead.
Kelce dropped his hand onto Rafe's shoulder, "The fucker's lucky that your man didn't kill him," he joked, looking pointedly at Rafe's split knuckles. Rafe flexed his fingers, scoffing lightly, "Motherfucker better not still be there in the morning, or I will."
Topper shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I doubt he's that stupid, he got his warning." Rafe's simple last words to (Y/EX'S/N) ran through his mind again and he shook his head, exhaling a big breath as he stood up from the bed. "Y'all take your pick of a guest room, we're gonna head to bed," Rafe said and the duo nodded, telling you to feel better and rest up before leaving the room, Rafe's door shutting behind them.
You had opened another antiseptic wipe, unfolding it as you stood up to stand in front of Rafe. He held out his hands to you, already knowing the routine and used to the familiar sting as you cleaned his knuckles. He took the wipe from your hand when you were done and walked to the bed to grab the other ones, throwing them away in his little trash can before setting the first aid kit on his dresser. His hand found its place on your hip, pulling your body into his softly. "You wanna take a shower or wait until the morning?" He asked, dragging his palms up and down your bare back under the blanket soothingly. You were exhausted, and you didn't know how you were still standing. Rafe's bedside clock read 1:16am and the sight of it made your eyes feel heavier. Rafe nodded, not needing an answer, "Morning shower it is."
You felt his hand pull at the string holding your bathing suit top to your breasts, and you shrugged out of it, letting the blanket fall off your shoulders and onto the floor with the swimsuit as Rafe opened his shirt drawer, giving you the shirt he got at a surfing competition a year or so back. He knelt onto the floor to open your drawer, pulling out a fresh pair of underwear you stepped into as soon as you took off your shorts. "Go lay down, baby," Rafe whispered as he grabbed a pair of boxers to change into.
He joined you under the covers a few moments after you climbed in, clapping once to get the lights to turn off. You buried your head into his chest, placing little kisses to his shoulders and collar bones as your arm draped itself over his waist. He kissed your forehead, his muscles relaxing at the feeling of you pressed up against him. You looked up at him one more time, your eyes making out the outline of his face in the dark. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his fingers threading into your hair as he dipped his chin down to press his lips to yours delicately, as if you were a china doll that would break if he cradled you too tightly. You kissed him for a couple more seconds, pulling away and pecking him lightly before tucking your head back into the crook of his shoulder. "I love you," you mumbled tiredly, running your hand through the top of his hair.
Rafe admired you, moving his hand to rest on the small of your back. "You're my whole life; I love you too, (Y/N)," he whispered back before watching you fall asleep, him following right behind you.
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TAGLIST: @rafeseggplant
You ever see someone so attractive you just wanna bite their neck…let me leave teethmarks on you, you beautiful bastard.
I didn’t say I was mentally stable…I said I want this broken, dangerous, sad, vengeful, fictional himbo as MY broken, dangerous, sad, vengeful, fictional himbo….
New Fic Incoming - I'll Come Running - R.C.
"We all know there's only one person in this world that can control Rafe Cameron."
Coming soon!
J.M with goth reader hc's
Warnings: Reader is female, suggestive content (its JJ, come on-), witchcraft, pogues macking on each other
Tropes: Sunshinexgrumpy, opposites attract, poguexpogue,
Bree rants: I really want to write this as a whole oneshot, so if you like these head-cannons, please give me some feedback on if you want more oneshots with goth reader. ALSO, read-a-thon is tomorrow, so go check it out, its pinned! I do also take requests, but if you do request something, please be patient, I have a busy life and I am a new writer. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGOT IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!!! Thank you! I love you and make good choices kiddo.
(still dont know how to make aesthetic boarder things.)
JJ! Meeting goth reader at a beach party. Only noticing her because she stood out. The only one wearing a black dress that went to her ankles, dark hair with specs of purple in it, holding a red solo cup filled with some non-alcoholic drink. The rest wearing short dresses or bikini's.
JJ! Noticing how reader groans and rolls her eyes at the music playing.
JJ! Nudging John B, pointing at goth reader, telling him how he thinks you're cool.
JJ! Then telling Sarah to get her man to stop being a dick. Goth reader wouldn't have a clue about this.
JJ! Walking to goth reader, getting shy and nervous as she reapplies her black lipstick.
JJ! Basically recreating the scene in Scott Pilgrim Vs the world where he first meets Ramona. "So, do you like parties?" JJ says, ending his sentence with a shaky breath. Goth reader sighs and simply says a deadpanned no. JJ quickly says me too, despite loving them. Goth reader gives them an awkward smile, not knowing what to do with this golden retriever of a man beside her. JJ slowly and embarrassingly leaves.
JJ! Who comes back to the pogues telling them what happened, letting them make fun of him.
JJ! Who sees goth reader come back to him because her friend told her she needs to socialize. JJ who is ecstatic, while goth reader is awkwardly waving.
JJ! Who rapidly takes goth reader away from his friends before they can embarrass him
JJ! who talks to you and slowly you get out of your shell. Telling him how you hate parties, and hate the music, eventually telling him you liked rock music, as if it wasn't obvious.
JJ! Who tells goth reader he has to go to the bathroom. When in a reality he's forcing the DJ to play the music you like so he can dance with you.
JJ! Who comes back and acts surprised when Metallica, All American Rejects, System of down, My chemical romance, and so on plays.
JJ! Who gets you to dance and has the best night of his life with goth reader.
JJ! Who gets goth readers number at the end of the night, setting up a date with you.
JJ! Who takes goth reader to an old creepy bookstore and buys all the books she looks at with a small amount of money in his pocket. And at the end, they watch the sunset while having a picnic.
JJ! Who falls in love with goth reader after a week of dating because she's the opposite of him. He says, "Its boring when people are like me, the conversations are as bland as John B's cooking." When deep down its because she brings balance to his life.
JJ! Who makes goth reader sleepover at the chateau because he sleeps better when she's there.
JJ! Who lets goth reader do all the witchy stuff to him. Whatever makes his doll happy right?
JJ! Who lets goth reader sage his dick because "too many girls with negative energy have been on it."
JJ! Who lets goth reader put crystals and incense all over the chateau.
JJ! Who is so so so in love with goth reader and loves their differences.
JJ! Who brags to John B about goth reader, because she's into freaky things during bed. (She asked him to put healing wax on her back and he took it as sex.)
(STILL DONT KNOW HPW TO USE THOSE AESTHETIC BOARDERS)
Why is Harry Potter lowkey obx but with wizards.
HOLD UP.
John B- Harry Potter
Hermione- Kiara
Ron- JJ.
YOU GET IT MAN?
Kiara is half kook but shows to be a pogue. Hermione is a muggle but proves to everyone she can fight like a pureblood.
John B does everything for his dad, the treasure? His dad. His will to kill Ward? His dad. The series is about him getting revenge for his father. OH AND HARRY POTTER? THE WHOLE BOOK SERIES WAS LITERALLY ABOUT HIM FIGHTING FOR HIS PARENTS.
Ron may have family (sorry JJ-) but they always choose him last. He’s the funny character and goes along with anything that Harry says. Unless he thinks it’s stupid, which is all the time. THUS, making him JJ.
I don’t have one for Pope since I just woke up and i immediately thought of this. So if you have any more please put them in the comments-
GIVE ME BACK JOHN B AND JJ AS THE MOST CHAOTIC BESTIE DUO PLEASE 😵💫😵💫
(credits to @lydiaas @poguesgold @kiekiecarrera for the gifs :)) )
mean!john b ohhhh i need him so bad like he definitely puts you in your place when you get mouthy with him 😵💫 just holding your face gently, rubbing his thumb softly across your cheek before pulling back and slapping you. "You didn't like that hm sweet girl?" he says SOOO condescending. you whine like you hate it but your cunt is leaking waiting for him to slap you again😵💫
Okay working on a mattheo riddle ones hot, send me jj and John B requests PLEASE omg
Alright I promise I'm gonna start writing again, next work up on Monday. Preferences?
Next one?
I ask a lot of these I'm sorry 😭
Send requests lovies!
https://www.tumblr.com/rafeslittleangel/742914907244216320/requests-are-always-open-send-one-in?source=share
OBX season 3 HIT HARD
Should I start doing little fanfics and head cannons of Outerbanks?
