❤️‍🔥Killing Is Nature❤️‍🔥

•Fandom Whore. •Too many fandoms to name •I write to escape my mind 🖊 • My drafts consists of unfinished works in progress, collecting dust • 18+ • Attracted to walking red flags 🚩 • Unhinged psychopaths have my 🖤 • Proud Slytherin 🐍

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YES!!! FIRST WIN AS LN1 BABY! 🧡🔥🫶🏻

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MY BABY DID IT!!!! BEST RACE OF THE SEASON BABY!!! LN1 🧡🔥 THE TOP THREE PODIUM WINNERS WERE IN THE EXACT ORDER I WANTED! MY BABY LANDO AS THE WINNER, MY OTHER BABY MAX GOT P2 AND MY PRECIOUS KIMMY GOT P3!! YOUR GIRL IS HELLA HAPPY!!

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John B: I've been trying to fix the old generator, but I keep fucking up.

Sarah: pats him on the back with an encouraging smile. Don't feel bad, babe, I keep fucking up breakfast.

Pope: I fucked up my scholarship and everything I'd been planning for my whole life.

Cleo: Aye, man, I fucked up the laundry last week.

Kiara: All fucking good on my end.

JJ: What haven't I fucked up?

John B: looks over at you when you don't join in. What about you, fuck anything up lately?

You: Nah, I'm just fucking stupid.

John B:......

Sarah:......

Pope:......

Cleo:......

Kiara:......

JJ: I'm Stupid, by the way.

John B: it takes him a moment to figure it out. Oh my—JJ! Dude! No! Just, no! I do not want to hear anything that has to do with my sister's sex life!

Cleo: I heard it last night.

Pope: It went on for hours.

Kiara: It sounded like she was being murdered.

Sarah: That's what that noise was?!

JJ: grinning proudly. That's 'cause Papa J's got stamina.

a/n: since my writers block refuses to go away—and my drafts to collect metaphorical dust—this is the only type of thing I can actually finish.

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You: walks into the living room with a hickey on your neck.

John B: looks up with wide eyes and an appalled look, seeing the hickey on your neck.

You: stops and looks at your brother. "What?"

John B: "What the hell is that on your neck?"

You shrugs like it's nothing. "Mosquito bite."

JJ walks into the living room a minute later.

Kie: smirks. "Hi, mosquito."

JJ: genuinely confused. "What?"

John B: grabs a shoe and holds it up.

Pope: "What are you doing, JB?"

John B: "I'm about to squash mosquito."

You: rolls your eyes and looks at JJ with a smirk. "You should run."

JJ: "Why should I run?"

You and Kie at the same time: "Because you're the mosquito."

JJ, still confused: I'm the wha—" it finally hit him. "Shit..."

JJ practically jumped over the pullout couch to run out the front door, John B hot on his heels.

JJ, from outside, still running around the front yard: "Look, man. Can't we just talk about this?"

John B, from outside, still chasing him: "You hooked up with my sister! MY SISTER!"

Sarah, watching from inside: "Should we stop them?"

Kie: "Give 'em at least ten more minutes."

The sound of JJ screaming like a girl echoed. All the girls looked at each other and bursted out in laughter.

You: laughing hard. "My poor mosquito."

[writing-with-emy]

Us. - Outer Banks SMAU

⤷ Outer Banks Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Summary: You and Rafe were the it couple of Hollywood, High School Sweethearts, from nothing to everything. You both got everything, an amazing Friend group, an amazing Fiancée and a home in the City of Angels, Los Angeles. But nothing ever stays pretty in Hollywood now, does it?

▸Pairing: Actor!Rafe Cameron x Pop Star!Reader ▸End Game: Professional Soccer Player!JJ x Pop Star!Reader ▸CW: English is not my first language so bear with me, Cheating, cuss words, Break Up, Drinking, talk about: (verbal) Fight, insecruities, punching/killing someone (the pogues are protective alright), hate comments ▸A/N: Soccer is the only sport I know something about, at least a bit, but Yay my first ever SMAU fic! I had a lot of inspiration by all the fics I am reading at the moment (which you can find here!) And I am unsure of who sould be the End Game. ▸ Spotify Playlist: Us. - OBX SMAU

𝄞 EXTRAS: ▸ Meet The Friend Group! ▸ Moodboards ▸ Pop Star!Readers Albums ▸ Boyfriend/Actor! Rafe Cameron x (Pop Star!) Reader Headcanons ▸ BFF/Professional!Soccer Player!JJ Maybank x (Pop Star!) Reader Headcanons ▸ Y/N (seashellofthesea) Insta Highlight ▸ 73 Questions with Y/N Y/L/N | VOGUE (coming Soon) ▸ All About: 20 ▸ All About: My Letters ▸ All About: Escapism ▸ All About: Only You ▸ All About: Lonesome (coming Soon)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ CHAPTERS⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞 ▸ INTRO | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | GLITCH 01 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9 | GLITCH 02 | CHAPTER 10 | CHAPTER 11 | CHAPTER 12 | CHAPTER 13 | CHAPTER 14 | CHAPTER 15 | CHAPTER 16 | CHAPTER 17 | CHAPTER 18 | CHAPTER 19 | CHAPTER 20 | EPILOGUE 𝄞 EXTRA CHAPTERS: (coming Soon)

Taglist: Closed!!

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OMG!!!! I loved this sooooo much!!!!!

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JJ's Girl

a/n: I know that I haven't posted in ages. I've had the worst case of writers block, and still do. My drafts are full of unfinished work. This is short, and probably not good at all (I'm sorry in advance), but it randomly just came to me, and I immediately jumped on it.

Warnings: none, just a cute little drabble

Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem!reader/girlfriend!reader, no use of Y/N or any specific name for reader.

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For as long as anyone could remember, there was one thing you'd been known as; JJ's girl.

It was like that even when you two were still just best friends and hadn't started dating yet. You'd never been bothered or annoyed by it. In fact, you loved it.

It all started back in sixth grade, when you caught the attention—not trying or even wanting to—of Kildare's newest teenage boy. You were a year younger than him but he didn't care. He had his eye on you and wanted to make you his.

That was until he asked his friends about you, curious to know all there was to know. His friend? He laughed in disbelief and shook his head.

"Nah, man. That's JJ's girl. Totally off-limits. Don't waste your time, it won't work."

From that day on, it just sorta stuck. Whenever someone would intriguingly ask about you, they were all met with the same respone: That's JJ's girl.

And, you were, through and through.

You were his partner-in-crime, his ride-or-die, no questions asked. You never saw one without the other—if you did, people automatically assumed that something bad had happened.

Because of that, you were also the only person who wasn't afraid to stand up to his piece of shit dad, Luke Maybank. You called Luke out on his bullshit, made sure to remind him what a shitty worthless excuse for a father he was.

You also weren't afraid to call JJ out on his bullshit or tell him when he was being a complete idiot.

JJ always knew when he was in trouble because you said his name in that stern voice. Not JJ. Never JJ when he was in trouble with you. You said his full first name—Jackson.

The only person who was ever allowed to call him "Jackson" was you. Not even John B was allowed to, and he was JJ's chosen brother.

If you were doing something stupid or reckless—like about to try and fight Rafe for catcalling you for the thousandth time, or about to get yourself arrested by Shoupe for mouthing off, and threatening to shave that stupid mustache if he didn't leave you and the Pogues alone.

The Pogues would always just sigh, look at JJ and say, "JJ, go get your girl." Usually throwing in something along the lines of, "Before she does something that she'll regret later, or ends up in jail—again."

You were also the only person who JJ allowed himself to be vulnerable with, and cry in front of after another fight with his dad. You never made him talk about it—he would whenever he was ready—instead, you just wrapped him in a tight embrace and held him as he cried, reminding him that you were there and that you weren't going anywhere.

That reckless boy with eyes as blue as the ocean, and blonde hair as messy as could be—he was your everything.

Your person.

Your home.

The other half of your soul.

And, you were his.

You loved him loudly, in the quietest way. Claimed him in front of the world without shame.

In your eyes, he wasn't the fuck up like everyone on the island said he was. Not even close.

He was kind. Gentle. Messy and chaotic, wrapped in recklessness. He was selfless, always thinking of everyone but himself. He was brave and daring, full of life.

He was perfect. There wasn't anything that you would change about him.

And damn if that didn't shatter JJ in the best way possible. No one had ever looked at him like he actually mattered. No one had loved him with no restrictions. No one had ever really needed him.

But you did. And that made him both love you more, and want to protect you from the world.

So, when the annual bonfire at the Boneyard happened and you were dancing so freely, without a single care in the world, it was no surprise that all eyes were on you.

JJ watched in awe, not giving a shit as to what was happening around him. You had his full attention.

A guy slipped beside JJ. Of course, it had to be a touron.

"Who's the hot chick?" Asked the Touron.

To even his own surprise, JJ just smiled, not once taking his eyes off you as he answered confidently:

"That's my girl—my wife."

And from that day forward, you went from being "JJ's Girl" to "JJ's Wife." Despite not even having an engagement ring or being proposed to.

Yet.

JJ already had the perfect engagement ring, tucked safely away where no one could find it—not even you, especially not you.

He was planning the whole proposal and just waiting for the perfect timing.

The perfect timing would come sooner than he thought.

Within a months time, you were officially soon-to-be Mrs. Maybank.

JJ finally got his happy ending.

You both did.

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stepbro!rafe who had the hots for you the day the two of you were introduced. his soon-to-be stepmom and sweet, innocent stepsister moving into the house with his father and himself.

stepbro!rafe who told you a little flirting never hurt and that you weren’t even related so it’s fine. I mean.. you just met two months ago, he’s kind of right.

stepbro!rafe who finally made a move and kissed you on your parents wedding night. plotting on you all night and ending it with making you cum from his fingers in the photo booth.

stepbro!rafe who would jerk off to your panties whenever you went out with your girlfriends.

stepbro!rafe who would get angry at any guy who hit on you and could never explain why he was angry because it’s not like you were his girlfriend.

stepbro!rafe who would find anytime to be alone with you in the house, the bathroom, the closet or in your room with the door locked.

stepbro!rafe who would take your hands and place them on his bulge to show you what you do to him whenever you walk around the house in your little skirts and tight tops.

stepbro!rafe who squeezes your thigh under the dinner table, inching closer and closer to your cunt to tease you and watch you struggle to keep your composure.

stepbro!rafe who would touch you under the covers at family movie night and make you cum around his fingers with a quiet whimper.

stepbro!rafe who is always being risky and almost getting the two of you caught.

stepbro!rafe who would grab you by the throat and corner you into the wall whenever he was especially in a ticked off mood. “why don’t you help your big brother out hm? I had such a hard day today sweetheart..” he tells you, unbuckling his jeans.

stepbro!rafe who threatens to tell your parents what you have been doing if you don’t quit it with the attitude.

stepbro!rafe who covers your mouth with his large hands so you would stop squealing when he fucks you in his room.

stepbro!rafe who eats you out as a reward anytime you passed one of your huge stressful exams. “good job baby.. taste so fuckin good for me..”

stepbro!rafe who lets you cockwarm him while he plays games on his pc, holding your ass in place while you squirm around his length. your head nuzzling into his shoulder while he pretends to pay no attention to your whining, delivering a harsh slap you to your ass whenever you tried to bounce on him.

stepbro!rafe who would let you cry and moan as loud as you want when he plunges his cock into your wet cunt because your parents were away, not having to be discreet.

stepbro!rafe who loved the little kisses you snook on his cheek whenever your parents weren’t looking.

stepbro!rafe who is surprised when you come into his room late at night sniffing because you couldn’t cum by yourself, “need you rafey..”

stepbro!rafe who lets you ride your soaked folds on his thigh to help you sleep because of course as your big brother he needs to help you sleep.

stepbro!rafe who loved that you would paw at his cock all the time, begging to suck on him.

stepbro!rafe who doesn’t feel guilty about corrupting his new stepsister. <3

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JJ: Hypothetically, let's say that one's pull out game isn't as strong as they thought. What advice would you give said person?

Pope: Hypothetically? Is Y/N teaching you big boy words now?

JJ: Shut up, Pope. Not the time.

John B, shrugs: Tell 'em to get that backup plan pill.

Sarah, rolls her eyes: You mean Plan B?

John B: It's obviously plan B, since plan A should have included condoms.

Sarah: I-..... Nevermind.

Y/N: walks outside with her face buried in her phone According to the tracker on my phone, I am in fact late.

John B: Late?! What do you mean late!? JJ! Why is my sister late?!

JJ: Oh, shit.

Y/N: Oh, shit.

Pope: Oh, shit.

JJ takes off running, John B hot on his trail

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They knew nothing about love. Neither knew how to show it, but deep down they knew they were both in deep. Neither thought that they were good enough for the other, but they couldn't let each other go. Lip and Melia could never give up on one another.

As their feelings grew, the situation became toxic. They would secretly hook up, trying to make the other believe that it meant nothing.

Trying to hide their true feelings, they'd hook up with other people, making each other blind with jealousy, even if they wouldn't admit it.

They hurt each other unintentionally. They argued. They walked away from each other, only to come back

When you come from lives like theirs, you're convinced that love isn't made for you. Melia and Lip both too scared to let anyone in, but they couldn't stop the other from breaking down their walls.

They went through hell and back together, and in the end they stopped playing games. They stopped denying their feelings for each other.

Lip taught Melia what love was, and she did the same for him. They were made for each other. When neither believed in getting a happy ending, that's exactly what they did. They finally got their happy ending and Melia officially became Lip's and he became hers.

True love is something that doesn't go away. Even when you hurt each other, you don't give up. You keep fighting and never give up on that person. When you have something like that, you don't let it go. You hold on for dear life.

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The bat shit crazy Milkovich siblings.

The twins, Melia and Mickey. Always up to no good, with no filters. They saw what's on their mind and don't give two shits how it makes people feel. Always getting into fights and finding themselves in trouble. Inseparable and always there to protect each other.

Mandy Milkovich. She's just as crazy as the twins. She uses her body to get what she wants, never giving a fuck about the whole feminist bullshit. If Mandy wants it, Mandy will get. You fuck with the twins, and she will make your life a living hell. Before anyone knew that Ian was gay, she decided to be his fake girlfriend. That's how Ian became her best friend, aside from her sister of course. She had a mouth on her just like the twins, and could throw a damn good punch. When Melia got her heartbroken the first time, Mandy was right there with Mickey, Lip and Ian, beating the guy to a pulp.

You don't fuck with the Milkovich siblings. They're damaged and come from a broken home, but they have each other and that's all they need.

|| Side note: my TikTok is beautifuldisasteredits in case anyone wants to know. There's not a lot of edits on the account, but I'm working on adding more. Right now, my main focus is edits for this fanfic that I'll hopefully get around to writing.||

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"I've got you, Lia. Do you hear me? I will always look after you. You're not alone. You will always have me. When it gets too hard, you come to me. Don't fight this shit alone." - Lip to Melia

"Lip saved me, and he doesn't even know. When I was drowning, he pulled me out of the darkness. What terrified me the most was, he began to feel like home. I couldn't accept the fact that I was in love with Lip Gallagher. In love with my best friend. I couldn't. He deserved someone better than me. I'm damaged and damaged people like me don't get a happy ending." - Melia voice-over

"Despite everything. Despite trying to fight it, I fell in love with Melia Milkovich. She was everything I dreamed of and more. She was my person. Lia is the only girl who I've ever truly loved. She wasn't just another meaningless fuck. She was everything." -Lip

"I couldn't fight it anymore. I was in love with Lip Gallagher. It's funny, you know? I've known the kid since we were in diapers. I never thought he would be the one who taught me what love is. I was stupid to fight it for so long. With Lip, I finally got my happy ending."

Lip was always there to catch Melia when she fell. He held her as she cried, and was there when she broke down. He helped fight her demons with her, never leaving her alone. He knew the darkness that was inside her. It was the same darkness that was inside him.

Where others saw this damaged and messed up girl, he saw a girl who was everything to him. He would always look after her. Lia was his person and he was hers.

[beautifuldisaster88]

So, I have all these ideas for a story, but unfortunately I have major writers block. So instead I've been making edits for the characters. A bit about what the story will be like:

Melia Milkovich is the twin sister of Mickey Milkovich. She's considered the female version of him. The two are extremely close, and both are insanely protective of each other. Melia is the same way with Mandy. The three of them are inseparable and would do anything for each other.

Melia has been through hell, but she hides all her pain behind a fake smile. She drowns her demons in alcohol and drugs and meaningless hook-ups. Her mother died when she was only 10. That night will forever be burned into her mind. Little Melia woke up in the middle of the night and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Only, she found her mom dead on the kitchen floor, with a needle in her arm and a half empty bottle of pills spilled on the tile floor beside her. Melia shook her mom, sobbing as she begged her to wake up. She screamed for help, all the Milkovich's coming running at the sound of her screams. Mickey immediately ran over to Melia and dropped to the floor beside her, taking his sister into his arms as he whispered "It's okay. You're okay, Melliebean. I've got you." Mandy stood through frozen, staring at her dead mother's body. Their father Terry's response? "The stupid fucking bitch actually did it. That selfish whore left me to raise these fucking kids alone." That night only brought Melia, Mickey and Mandy closer, seeing as they were the only ones who seemed to care, and were there for each other. Their other brothers seemed to be as unbothered by their mother's death, as their father was. That only made Melia hate her father. Still, the Milkovich rule was they were always there for one another when anything went down.

Melia's relationship with Terry is rocky. He's done terrible things to her, made her do terrible things. All her life, Terry was in and out of jail. When he was home, he couldn't give two shits about Melia, Mickey or Mandy. All he cared about was making sure they did his dirty work. She lost count of how many times Mickey came to her rescue when Terry was drunk and abusing her. Mickey would come running in, pulling Terry off of her and screaming as he physically fought Terry. Mickey was always there to protect Melia.

Melia grew up with the Gallagher's, the chaotic family quickly becoming her second family. She spent most of her time at the Gallagher house. Fiona was like a big sister to her, and she took good care of Melia, making sure that she was fed and properly taken care of. Melia and Lip were best friends since they were in diapers. The two were inseparable. They did everything together, and were even each other's first kiss.

Melia and Lip fell in love with each other, but there was only one problem. They were both too damn stubborn to admit it to everyone else and themselves. No matter how many times people brought it to their attention, they always denied it, saying the same thing. "Lia is my best friend. That's it." "Lip is just my best friend. Nothing more." Everyone around them could see it. The way they looked at each other. The way they lit up when the other walked into the room, or someone mentioned their name. The way they only smiled when the other was around. The way they protected each other. The way they were with each other. Friends didn't look at each other the way Melia and Lip looked at each other. Friends didn't cuddle with each other in bed half naked, falling asleep in each other's arms. Friends didn't get jealous when they saw each other with another guy or girl. Friends didn't hook up from time to time.

Lip became Melia's savior without even knowing. He was there for her when battling the demons became too much. He was there when she had her first heartbreak, even if she never truly loved the guy. He was there when she came running in the middle of the night, after Terry came home drunk and took his anger out on her. He was there when she was drunk or high out of her mind. No matter what, Lip had always been there. He was the only one who truly knew her. He knew all her deepest darkest secrets. He knew the silent battles she faced daily. Lip knew Melia better than she knew herself, and it was the same with her. She knew Lip better than anyone.

Melia, Lip, Mickey, Mandy and Ian were always together. The group of them became inseparable, especially after Mickey allowed himself to admit that he was in love with Ian, and the two started dating. Those five would do anything for each other, and they did. They also were constantly getting into trouble together. Whether it was getting into fights, running from the cops, stealing shit, destroying things, doing illegal shit, you name it.

They all had their own issues. Each one of them battling their own demons. They all came from broken homes, with terrible parents. They all lost their mother's to suicide. They could relate to each other, and nothing could tear them apart. They fought, they argued, they went days without talking at times, but no matter they never gave up on each other.

The story will be filled with sadness, angst, love, friendship, trauma, etc. It will show how they each grow and how Lip and Melia saved each other. It will show how their love story unfolds. The only problem? I have soooo many ideas, but am struggling to write it. So, in the meantime I'll just keep making video edits of my babies 🥹 I'm telling you, Melia and Lip already have my heart and I love my beautiful and broken babies so much 🥹

Don't mind the edit spams that I'll more than likely be posting. I just want to show the world these beautiful babies.

[jmaciasgang]

The Rookie (2018 -) | 5.05 - The Fugitive

Julio Macias as Messy Father Damian Lopez

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Forgive me Father, for the unholy and sinful thoughts you give me 🥵 💦

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Not my gif

Ruthie, walks in with a black eye:

Rafe, Topper and Kelce all immediately look at Y/N:

Topper, sighs: Y/N... Did you punch my girlfriend.... Again?

Y/N: .....

Kelce, laughs: That's a yes.

Y/N: Wrong!

Rafe, trying not to laugh: Oh yeah? Then what happened, baby?

Y/N, shrugs: I simply high-fived her. In the face. With a chair.

Topper, in disbelief: YOU DID WHAT?!

Kelce: She said she-

Rafe, grins proudly: Atta girl.

A/N: I know, I know. I haven't posted in ages, and then when I do it's this! I'm still stuck on my writers block journey. Don't ask what this is, cause I have no idea. It's just something random that came to mind, and instead of trying to work on my drafts, I instead give you whatever this is

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A Match Made In Hell

Pairings: Dark!Rafe x Female!Reader (She comes off sweet and innocent but is actually a psychopath)

Summary: Rafe Cameron fell in love with the OBX's sweet and innocent kook princess, but what was it about her that drew him in? When she turns out to be just as psychotic (if not more than Rafe) as him, what will happen? Will the once peaceful and quiet Kildare Island be turned upside down? Will anyone find out the truth about her? Or will her sweet and innocent persona be enough to fool an entire island?

Warnings: Dark themes, mentions of torture and murder, murder, mentions of weapons, weapon use, details of torture and murder, unprotected sex P in V, knife play, mention of branding, drug use, to sum it all up they're both psychopaths! Read at your own risk.

A/N: I used the name Sky/Skylar, but you can picture reader however you want. Other than describing how she dresses and acts, there isn't much physical description of her. Fair warning this is longer than I originally planned for it to be . Guess you could say I went overboard with this shit. However, I did try to shorten it more, deciding to end it where I did, otherwise it probably would have turned into a full blown story.

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!!!!MDNI!!! 18+

With Rafe Cameron, what you see is what you get. The eldest of the three Cameron siblings, Rafe was unhinged, a psychopath. From trying to drown his sister, Sarah, to murdering Sheriff Peterkin, beating those dirty Pogues to a pulp any time he had the chance, pulling a gun on his dad, to actually shooting Sarah. The list of crimes that the Cameron male had committed only continued to pile up. The good thing about being a Cameron? It meant that Rafe got away with murder, literally. He was a true psychopath and everyone knew it.

Then you have Skylar Rose, Outer Banks sweetheart, the kook princess. The Rose family held just as much power on the island as the Cameron family, if not more. Skylar or Sky as everyone called her was the complete opposite of Rafe. She was the definition of innocent, wearing white flowy summer dresses, nails always perfectly manicured, flowers usually adorned in her wavy beach wave hair, makeup always perfectly done and perfectly applied glossy lips. The Rose girl always had a smile on her face that was brighter than the sun, greeting everyone that she passed on the island, both Kooks and Pogues. If someone needed help, Sky was the first to lend a hand, no questions asked. She loved babies, animals, stuffed animals, anything that was pink and sparkly. She was the Outer Banks angel, untouched by any guy. That was until Rafe Cameron made her his own.

You see, under all those innocent layers laid something dark and twisted. While others only saw her as innocent, Rafe knew that there was more to Skylar Rose, and he made it his mission to bring out her true nature, which took less persuasion than he expected.

The couple was trouble together, feeding each other their psychotic desires behind closed doors. So, what happens when people start going missing on the small island and bodies start turning up? Normally, the Cameron men, Rafe and his father Ward would be the first that the people of Kildare County would blame, but with Sky now in the picture, it left the residents of the island puzzled. They truly believed that Sky had Rafe under control. Oh, how wrong they were.

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It was a typical Friday night on Figure Eight. Rafe had convinced Topper to throw a party at his place, bitching that Ward refused to let the Cameron male throw anymore of his parties at Tannyhill, at least when Ward was home. With Sky giving the Thornton male her sweetest and most innocent smile and pleading eyes, Topper folded within seconds. Both Rafe and Sky knew that she had everyone on the island wrapped around her dainty perfectly manicured finger.

The Thornton house was crowded with kook party goers, music blaring throughout every room. The liquor was overflowing and the drugs at anyone's disposal. It was your typical kook party. Sweaty and dancing bodies everywhere, people hooking up wherever the fuck they pleased.

Sky was currently perched on Rafe's lap, curled up against her boyfriend as he made his usual drug deals, white powdery lines scattered across the glass table in front of them. She was dressed in her usual attire, wearing a white babydoll dress that Rafe bought her that morning, adorned with thigh high stockings with pink bows at the top, knowing how much her boyfriend loved when she wore those damn stockings. Her hair was worn down that night, small pink and white glittery flowers throughout. It was no secret that Sky was the hottest girl at the party. Hell, she was the hottest girl on the island, but everyone knew she belonged to Rafe, meaning she was off limits.

"I'm telling you man, this yayo is top of the line shit. Best you'll ever have. We just got a new shipment, cut straight from Columbia. You won't find this shit anywhere else on the island, yeah?" The Cameron male said to the group of kooks surrounding them, each one reaching for their wads of cash.

Rafe possessively squeezed her bowtie stocking clad thigh, not liking the way that Chad was eying his girl. His jaw tightened, eyes immediately darkening. The squeeze he had on Sky's thigh was so tight that it was sure to leave bruises.

"Yo, man. Ain't you afraid of corrupting little miss innocent with this shit, Rafe? I mean, has she even seen this shit in person before?" Asked Chad, your typical frat kook.

Chad might have been too stupid to realize but Rafe couldn't stand the asshole, his eyes always on Sky. The Cameron boy wanted nothing more than to slam Chad's head through the glass table, but this was business, so Rafe tried his damnedest to remain professional, not wanting to lose out on a deal.

"You do realize who the fuck she belongs to, yeah? Baby Girl here might be innocent, but that don't mean she's fucking stupid. How 'bout you worry 'bout your fuckin' self and let me worry about my girl, yeah? Yeah."

Sky felt her boyfriend tense up, knowing that he had one thing on his mind. Murder.... and Chad was tonight's victim.

"Not yet, Rafey. His time will come later." Sky purred in his ear, making the blonde nod. No one had ever been able to keep Rafe under control, except his Skylar.

Getting back into business mode, Rafe let out a dark laugh, playfully smacking his girlfriend's thigh as he looked from her to Chad.

"Shit, she might be innocent but you best believe my girl here knows all the ends and outs of this shit. Who the fuck you think packages everything and cuts the shit up so perfectly? You're looking at my business partner, man. I taught her everything she knows.Y'gonna buy some or just eye fuck my angel, huh?"

Chad's eyes immediately widened and he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, quickly peeling his eyes away from Sky as she giggled into Rafe's neck. He might not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he knew not to piss off Rafe Cameron, especially when it came to his girl, no matter how badly Chad wished he could fuck Sky.

"Uh, yeah... Yeah, give me 3 G's worth, man. I-I wasn't eye fucking your girl, Rafe, I wouldn't do that. Everyone knows that Skylar belongs to you. I... I wouldn't do that, man."

Rafe snorted, knowing damn well he knew what he saw. Still, he reached for a stack of little baggies that were filled with the white substance. Before he handed the merchandise to Chad, Sky held out a dainty hand, motioning for Chad to place the money in it. He hesitantly looked from her to Rafe, earning a nod of approval from the Cameron male. Once the cash was in her hand, Skylar quickly counted it.

"It's all there, Rafey. Give Chad his goodies so that he can be on his way. Even though I know Chaddy here could have at least bought 5 G's Worth, but he chose the cheap route this time. Oh well." Skylar hummed, shrugging her shoulders as she placed the wad of cash in her little pink bunny shaped backpack that Rafe had bought for her. While Rafe handled dealing the cocaine, she handled the money. The pair being the perfect business partners.

Rafe threw the stack of baggies tied around a pink rubberband (Skylar's doing, of course) at Chad, giving him a death stare.

Rafe then turned his attention to his girlfriend, trailing kisses from under her earlobe and down her neck as he whispered. "Daddy needs his fix, angel. Gon' let me do some lines off those perfect tits, yeah?"

"Here's your shit. Now fucking scram." Rafe spat, shooing Chad away with his hand.

It was almost like a scene from a comedy movie, the way that Chad hurriedly stood, practically tripping over his own two feet, mumbling about how sorry he was and how he didn't mean to disrespect Rafe or his girl. It took everything in the Rose girl to not burst out in giggles.

Her giggles filled the air, Rafe barely able to hear them over the booming music, but not even the music could drown out Rafe hearing those angelic giggles. She bit down on her bottom lip, whimpering at how his mouth felt against her soft skin. Being the possessive man that he was, Rafe made sure to leave marks along her neck, marking what belonged to him.

"Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets."

"Atta girl. S'good for Daddy. Gon' have to reward you later, hmm?" He whispered, his hand trailing further up her thigh, earning a small moan from her.

Sky reached into Rafe's pocket, pulling out a small baggie filled with white powder. Leaning back against the arm of the overly expensive couch, she began to sprinkle lines of the white substance on her cleavage, involuntarily squeezing her thighs together when Rafe let out a low groan. He leaned his face in closer, lining his nostrils up perfectly with the two white lines before snorting one, followed by the second. He then ran his tongue slowly over each breast, cleaning off whatever remained of the white powder. Of course, he had to give those perfect a few nips.

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Hours later as the party began to die down, the couple decided it was time to put their plan in motion. Both of them coked out of their minds, not to mention the mixture of alcohol and other substances. They had their ways of making sure nobody ever saw Sky snort white lines up her nostrils. She had a reputation to uphold being innocent after all. Thank God that Sky knew how to fool everyone, making them think that she was just tipsy from the half empty bottle of beer that Rafe handed her, not knowing that it was actually a mixture of different types of alcohol.

She made her way through the house, drink in hand as she searched for their victim, humming along to the music as she flashed her million dollar smile at everyone. When she spotted Chad, she put on her innocent act, strolling over to him as her tits bounced, barely contained by the thin material of her dress, ass peaking out from under. Before even approaching Chad, she knew that he was putty in her hand.

"Chad! There you are. I've been looking all over for you. I wanted you to try this new drink mixture I made and tell me what you think. Also my way of apologizing for Rafey's behavior. He tends to get a tad bit overprotective of me." Her voice came out sweet, so innocent sounding. Little did poor Chad know, the drink in her hand had a few extra ingredients, courtesy of Barry.

"Oh, uh, hey Sky. Where's, uh... Where's Rafe. He know you were coming to talk to me?" Chad asked nervously, looking around for any signs of Rafe. When he didn't see the Cameron male, he instantly smirked, not even trying to hide the fact that he was checking her out.

She giggled sweetly, adding on the charm as she flashed her million dollar smile once again, perfectly straight pearly whites on display along with her deep dimples. She twirled a strand of hair around her dainty finger.

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"Relax, Chaddy. I told Rafey that I was going to look for you. He's busy finishing up his last deals for the night. I just want you to try my new mix, not like I'm asking you to take me upstairs to an empty bedroom."

"Yeah, yeah of course I'll try it, sweetheart."

Got him, Sky thought to herself. This was just too damn easy.

"Fuck, Chad here is a lot heavier than I expected, baby. I swear, if he makes me break a nail or even chip my nail polish, 'm gonna go after his whole fucking family." Sky huffed as her and Rafe dragged Chad's unconscious body out of the bed of Rafe's truck.

"Baby Girl, Daddy already told you that you don't have to do any of the heavy lifting. That's what y'got me for, yeah?"

She immediately scrunched up her face, shaking her head from side to side with a strained huff.

"m'not letting.. you do all the.. heavy lifting yourself, Daddy. Whatcha take me for, some sort of weak bitch? Huh? Is that it? Cause 'm not weak, Rafey."

Rafe let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head as he smirked. She was a fiery one and he loved it.

"Shh, shh. Not what I'm saying at all, Baby Girl. I know that you're strong. Y'just got your nails done this morning and Daddy just doesn't want you fuckin' 'em up... 'specially 'fore you get the chance to wrap them 'round my cock. That's all." Rafe reassured her. "This should be good. Drop him here, angel."

Skylar didn't need to be told twice, she dropped Chad's unconscious body, shrugging as she heard a loud thud from his body hitting the concrete floor of the abandoned building. She immediately began inspecting her nails, making sure there were no chips. When she found no damage done to her nails, she looked up at Rafe with a huge grin, holding up both hands for him to see.

"Look, Daddy. No damage done." She beamed, before her face scrunched up in a cute little pout. "Too bad they'll be covered in blood soon. Oh well." She shrugged. "Least I know how to get 'em clean."

Rafe chuckled, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her flush against his toned and muscular body, running his hands down her back and cupping her ass. He leaned his face in to kiss along her jaw, before capturing her lips.

"Yeah, well, just know I plan on fucking you before we get cleaned up. You know what Y'do to Daddy when you're covered in blood." He purred in her ear, making her whimper.

"Daddy! Now 'm wet." Sky whined, making the Cameron boy chuckle.

"What's new, Baby Girl? You get wet just think' 'bout me. Don't worry your pretty little self, Daddy will take good care of you... After we're done with Chad."

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Straddling Chad's lap, Skylar ran the cold blade across his jawline, pouting that he still wasn't awake. Reaching back her other hand, she slapped Chad hard in the face, the sound bouncing off the empty walls of the abandoned building.

"Chad, time to wake up. I wanna play. Won't you play with me?" She whined, grinning like a maniac as the male groaned.

Chad's eyes slowly fluttered open, his head pounding as he tried to regain his focus. Not recognizing his surroundings, his eyes widened when he saw Skylar in his lap, knife pressed against his throat. Sure enough, Rafe was standing a few feet behind her, looking like a true psychopath.

"W-what the fuck did you put in my drink you crazy bitch!? Get the fuck off me! You're both fucking psychopaths!"

"You know, Chad... You should never call a psychopath a psychopath... Makes them angry. I don't think you want to make us angry, now do you!?" Skylar pressed the sharp end of the blade deeper against his neck, breaking the skin. She grinned as she watched the crimson liquid trickle down his throat.

"Look, I didn't do shit. Just let me go. I-I promise I won't tell anyone. I swear, man. Just let me go."

Rafe clicked his tongue, stalking over closer to where Chad was tied to the chair.

"Can't do that, man. You crossed a line tonight. Eying my girl like a pussy starved virgin. Ya pussy starved, Chad, huh? That it? Well guess what?" Rafe asked, reaching a hand out to cup Skylar's pussy under her flowy white dress. "This pussy, yeah, this pussy belongs to me. Even has MY name carved into her thigh. You fucked up, man, and now Y'gotta pay the price. Them's the rules, yeah?"

"Rafe, you got it all wrong, man.. I... I was-"

Chad was immediately cut off by Skylar slicing open his throat, pouting as the crimson liquid squirted all over her white dress.

"He talked too much. Made me bored." She shrugged. "Great!" She plunged the knife into his chest, ignoring his gurgled cries and pleas as he choked on his own blood. "You!" STAB. "Ruined!" STAB. "My!" STAB. "Favorite!" STAB. "Fucking" STAB. "Dress!" With one last stab to Chad's abdomen, she trailed the embedded blade down his stomach, ripping him open in two as his insides pooled out of him.

Rafe's cock was painfully hard, pressing against his jeans as he watched his girlfriend take Chad's life. It wasn't how they planned it, but he always let his Baby Girl do as she pleased. As much as Rafe wanted to be the one to kill that fucking douchebag, he couldn't deny how fucking hot his girl looked.

"You can stop now, angel. Chad's no longer with us. Pity that there wasn't much torture. M'proud of you though. You did so good, Baby Girl. Get that sweet ass over here and let Daddy reward you."

"M'kay, Daddy." Sky hummed, climbing off Chad's lifeless lap. Her once white dress now drenched in the frat boy's blood.

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Rafe teased Skylar, running his red tip over her slick folds, his precum mixing with her slickness. He groaned at the sight of her pretty glistening pussy, the most perfect pussy that he'd ever seen. The blonde was obsessed, willingly admitting to her that he was pussy whipped.

"Rafey, stop teasing!" She whimpered, already writhing beneath him just from his tip gliding along her slick folds.

"Gotta admire the view before I destroy that pretty pussy, yeah? So soaked f'me already, Baby Girl and I've barely touched you. Sucha fucking slut for Daddy's cock, yeah? Yeah, you are. Got you practically coming undone and I haven't even fucked you yet."

"Rafe, I swear if you don't fuck me right no-"

"You'll what? Hmm? You ain't gonna do shit, Baby Girl. I fucking own this pussy and if I want to take my time, I will, yeah? But, since you did so good tonight I won't make you beg."

With that, he slammed his cock deep inside her, not even giving her time to adjust to his size before his hips thrust roughly, slamming in and out of her tight hole. He practically came at the loud moans that rolled off her tongue.

Sky gasped when she felt a cold metal against her abdomen as Rafe slammed his cock deep inside her sopping cunt. She grinned knowing that the cold metal was her knife. It wasn't the first time that the couple did knife play, or even gun play at that. When it came to sexual situations, there wasn't much that was off limits for the pair.

Rafe snaked an arm around to grab her by the throat, squeezing hard as he yanked her head back, wanting to see her face as she came undone. Her once bright doe eyes were as dark as his.

"Hold still for me, Baby Girl, yeah?" Rafe groaned, eyes rolling back from how perfectly her pussy wrapped around his big cock. "Wouldn' want to nick that flawless skin."

Rafe took the blade in his hand, running it along her inner thigh. He felt her walls tighten around him, practically milking him. She obeyed him, trying to stay as still as possible, even though it was almost impossible the way Rafe was roughly thrusting in and out of her.

"Fuck, you gonna cum already? Sucha fucking dirty whore, gettin' off on my cock and having a fucking knife against your skin. Cum for Daddy, wan' you to soak my cock, Baby Girl."

"Mhm, 'm gonna cum daddy." Sky whimpered, feeling the familiar tightness in her stomach.

She threw her head back against Rafe's bare and sweaty chest, mumbling a few curse words as she came undone. Rafe supported her body with one strong hand, pounding into her soaked pussy harder, each thrust more sloppy than the last, letting her know that he was also close.

"Fuck!... Rafe!"

Sky screamed out his name in the most pleasurable way as she came, soaking Rafe's cock. Rafe was right behind her, moaning her name as he emptied his load deep inside her pussy, painting her walls white.

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It had been well over two weeks since the couple brutally murdered Chad. Missing posters were posted all over the island with Chad's picture. Sky and Rafe had even joined the search party for the frat boy, knowing damn well nobody would find him. After chopping his body up, the couple fed him to the gators. Still, they had to make sure they came off just as concerned as the rest of the island.

The couple were sat at a table at The Wreck, eating their lunch when a breaking news alert appeared on the TV. Both their heads snapped to the screen, listening closely to the news report.

"Residents of Kildare County, we come to you with breaking news. What you're about to hear and see might not be suitable for everyone. Kildare County Sheriff's department was called out this morning when a hiker in the woods came across a severed hand. After further investigation it was discovered that the hand belonged to missing teenager, Chad Smith. We take you now to a special report from Sheriff Shoupe."

"The Sheriff's department received a call this morning from a caller who wishes to remain anonymous. After arriving on scene, Deputy Plumb and myself took the severed hand to evidence. After running the hand for prints it was discovered that it belonged to Chad Smith. Deputies searched the area in hopes of finding a body, but came up empty handed. Without knowing how long Chad's body was out there, we're assuming that the gators got to him before we did. As of now we don't have any suspects and don't expect foul play to be at hand. According to our reports, Chad was last seen leaving a house party and was heavily under the influence of drugs and alcohol. Our best guess is that he passed out and maybe hit his head. If anyone has any information, we ask that you please contact the Sheriff's department. We'll update you with any new information we come across. As of now, we're ruling out homicide. Our thoughts and prayers go out to Chad's family and friends. A vigil will be held this Friday evening on the beach. Thank you."

Rafe and Sky peeled their eyes off the screen, immediately looking at each other with proud grins. Little did everyone know, the couple planted the hand, knowing that someone would soon come across it. There was no way that Chad's murder could be pinned on either of them, the pair too smart to leave behind any evidence.

Sky gave Rafe a faux pout, sticking out her bottom lip.

"Poor Chad. Who would do a thing like that? It's so, so sad." She hummed, running a finger down her cheek as a faux tear.

Rafe grinned as he let out a low chuckle, reaching over the table to take Sky's hand in his, absentmindedly drawing shapes on the back of her hand with his thumb.

"Mhm, real sad. Eat your food, Baby Girl. Gon' need your strength for tonight. Got something special planned."

Sky perked up, looking at her boyfriend with a bright smile, but only Rafe knew the darkness behind that innocent smile. Leaning across the table, she whispered.

"Please tell me that it's finally Sophia's turn. Can't stand seeing her check you out anymore, Daddy. You're mine."

Rafe chuckled, nodding his head as he brought their hands to his lips, peppering the back of hers with kisses.

"Mhm. Daddy's gon' let you play with that bitch tonight. Let her know who the fuck I belong to."

"Yay! Thank you, Daddy. I love you, Rafey."

"I love you too, Baby Girl. More than anything."

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Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk!! I need them both so fucking badly, like I'm not even joking. I need these sexy ass motherfuckers like I need oxygen to breathe, no, even worse than that.

Like it physically hurts that I can't have them! There's an ache in my heart, my body, my pussy, an ache that only they can fix

One chance, that's all I need is one motherfucking chance to be their slut

I'd even behave, and I don't behave for ANYONE!!

Sigh

If ya haven't noticed, your girl has reallyyyyy been on one helluva cock depraved, horny, delusional, nasty, perverted, kink whirlwind..... Mainly thanks to these two hotties

I'm obsessed

[beautifuldisaster88]

Rafe, Reader, Kelce, Topper and Sarah sitting by the pool at Tannyhill and talking:

(Little context; Rafe and Reader are dating, and Reader literally has no filter. Topper and Sarah are dating. Poor Kelce is the 5th wheel, not that he means, especially since he tends to bring along whatever girl of the week he's fucking. This week he's flying solo though, just hanging with the crew.)

Nothing fancy, just a short little blurb.

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You're all relaxing by the pool, laughing, joking, bullshitting, drinking, smoking the blunts that you and Rafe had rolled earlier.

Rafe has his back against the pool chair, wearing nothing but swim trunks, as are Top and Kelce, you and Sarah wearing nothing but bikinis. He has your back pressed flush against his toned bare chest, arms possessively and protectively wrapped around your small waist.

Top and Sarah mirror you and Rafe, the couple in the same position in the chair opposite of you. Only Topper's arm is wrapped lazily around Sarah's exposed torso.

On the other side of you and Rafe is Kelce, leaned back against the pool chair, beer in one hand and blunt in the other. Not a single care in the world.

Somehow the conversation turned to talking about jewelry, not that you were paying attention much. Your doe eyes were glued on Rafe's right hand that rested on your lower stomach, prominent veins making you bite down on your bottom lip, thinking about all the hot, nasty, kinky and degrading things your boyfriend's hands have and will continue to do to you. The man was a skilled pro with those hands and long thick digits... You would know.

"Okay, okay. Serious question, man. This one is for the girls. What's your all time favorite piece of jewelry? The one piece that you daydream about? Be honest." Topper spoke up, the slight hint of slurring in his words from day drinking.

You already knew your answer, didn't have to think about it. Still, you looked at Sarah, urging her to answer first, to which she happily obliged with a smile.

"This necklace you got me, Top. There's a reason I never take it off. Not only am I absolutely in love with it, but it's a symbol of our relationship. It's one of my most prized possessions." Sarah beamed as she ran her fingers over the dainty gold chain and pendant that said 'Topper' in gold fancy cursive letters.

Rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smirk. Of course that would be his sister's answer. So basic. He had a strong suspicion that he already knew what your answer was going to be. Surprise! Surprise! He was right.

All eyes were now on you, the other three kooks wondering what answer you'd come up with, each of them knowing that your responses were always interesting to say the least.

Without hesitation, you looked at them with a smug grin, grabbing your boyfriend's big hand and placing it around your throat, to which he immediately grinned. Even though your back was to Rafe, you know that he had a shit-eating smug grin on his perfectly sculpted face.

The other three just stared at you, blinking in confusion.

"Uh," Topper says your name. "The question wasn't if you liked to be choked or not... We already know you're into all that kinky shit. The question wa-"

He was cutoff by Rafe.

"She heard the question, asshole. My hand 'round her throat is her favorite piece of jewelry. No matter how many fucking necklaces I buy this little vixen right here, she insists that she prefers my fucking hand. Who am I to deprive Baby Girl of what she wants? This necklace also happens to be a symbol of mine and kitten's relationship."

You just giggle as he leans his head up, dipping it down to shower your neck with open mouth kisses, loving how you instantly react to him, tilting your head back to give him better access to your sun kissed skin. Normally you'd have a pervy comment to add, but you were content for the moment, pussy still filled to the brim with Rafe's cum from not that long ago.

"Is everything about sex with you two!?" Sarah asked disgusted, regrettably having to once again witness her brother practically make her best friend cum just from having his hand wrapped tightly around her neck and mouth attacking her neck, jawline, shoulders and collarbone.

"Yes!" Topper and Kelce answer in unison, knowing all too well that the two kooks clearly had a sex addiction... At least when it came to each other.

"Okay, okay. Favorite act-" Topper began, only to be cutoff by Sarah clasping her hand over his mouth.

"Do not finish that question, Topper. I don't need to hear my brother and best friend go into detail about their sex life."

Rafe chuckled at that, looking over at his sister with another shit-eating grin, hand still around your throat.

"Come on, sis. S'not like you haven't already heard it. I mean, shit, you've even walked in on us a few times, hasn't she, Baby Girl?"

You tilt her head back to look up at your boyfriend with doe eyes, the look in your eyes silently telling him that you desperately needed to be dicked down, even though he'd just fucked you right before Kelce and Topper showed up, making you cum four times.

"Anyway, kitten here looks sleepy and if she doesn't get her rest, she gets cranky. This was fun, or whatever, but I need to take her upstairs before she starts getting moody."

Effortlessly scooping you up in his arms, Rafe rose from the chair, carrying you towards the Cameron mansion as he whispered in your ear.

"Don' worry, kitten, daddy is about to fuck you stupid."

[beautifuldisaster88]

Don't Blame Me

A/N: I just randomly came up with this whole listening to Taylor Swift's song Don't Blame Me. I feel like that would so be Unhinged!Rafe and InnocentTurnedUnhinged!Girlfriend. Like they would do whatever it takes to protect each other. Sorry in advance if it sucks. I didn't proofread or anything. Simply wrote it and posted right after.

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She ran as fast as her legs would take her the moment that she found out Barry planned on betraying Rafe, and turning him in. After trying over and over again to call Rafe, having no luck, she panicked, throwing her phone as she kept running. Her chest tightened and breathing became more difficult, but a panic attack wasn't going to stop her from getting to Rafe.

Drenched in sweat and out of breath, she spotted the Kildare County Sheriff's department boats, making her worst nightmare come true. It was too late. They'd found him. No, fuck that! Nobody was taking her love away, not even the fucking law. That's when she spotted him, face smashed into the mud and a large deputy on top of his. From what she could see, they already had her man in handcuffs. Wrong move, assholes.

Removing her gun, well Ward's gun, from the waistband of her shorts, she quickly turned off the safety, and stepped out from behind a tree and pointing it straight at Shoupe's head. All eyes were on her, including Rafe's. An eerie silence washed over those who were meant to serve and protect.

"You've got two options here, Shoupe. One, you let Rafe go and forget any of this happened. You destroy every file, every piece of evidence, anything that pertains to Rafe. Option number two." She cocked the gun, the click echoing from the dead silence. "I don't think you're going to like option two. Two, I pull the trigger and put a bullet in your fucking skull. Then you can reunite with Peterkin. Sure, I might not be fast enough to shoot all of you, but you can bet your asses, I'm taking most of you down with me. Your choice, Shoupe."

She took a step closer, more than ready to shoot. The look in her eyes was unlike any they'd ever seen. The once sweet and innocent girl was gone, replaced with a stone cold killer. After all, she was just a girl in love, and that meant protecting the man she loved at all costs. Consequences be damned.

"You don't wanna do that. You're not like him. You're not a killer." Shoupe tried to plead with her, but his words were useless. He might as well have been a baby babbling.

"That's where you're wrong. Now, I'm going to count to three and if your buddy still doesn't back the fuck away from Rafe, he'll be the first to reunite with Peterkin. One."

"Think this through. Is he really worth losing your life over? I know you, you're a good girl. You've got a clean record. Can't you see what he's doing to you? He's poisoned you."

"Yes. Yes, he is worth losing my life over, and he's not fucking poisoning me! He just helped me realize who I truly am. Also, you don't know shit about me. None of you fucking do! Whatever blood is on his hands, I've got the same on mine. Two. Don't make me get to three, Shoupe. I'm warning you."

The deputy that had Rafe on the ground, dug his knee deeper into the Cameron boys back. "Get the fuck off me! Don't you dare fucking hurt her, Shoupe! I'll fucking kill you myself if anything happens to her!" Rafe yelled, trying his damnedest to fight off the deputy. Having his hands cuffed behind his back wasn't helping. He panicked, picturing the worst. He had to get free, had to save his angel.

"Three. Don't say I didn't warn you."

In the blink of an eye, she had the gun pointed at the deputy's head, finger on the trigger and ready to shoot.

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't you ain't doing it right."

"WAIT! WAIT! DON'T SHOOT!" Shoupe screamed, looking between her and the deputy, his hands up in surrender. The look in her eyes said everything, she was going to kill the deputy. Love really had made her crazy. The other deputy's shot hesitant looks at one another, but slowly began to lower their weapons.

"Let the boy go." Shoupe instructed him, earning a look as though he'd lost his mind.

"He killed Peterkin! This bastard is going to rot behind bars." The deputy spat, digging his knee deeper into Rafe's back.

"I SAID LET HIM GO DAMNIT! OR THE GIRL WILL SHOOT! WE DON'T NEED ANYMORE BLOOD SPILLED!"

Doing as he was told, the deputy uncuffed Rafe, releasing his weight off the Cameron boys back, making Rafe smirk... That was until he saw the deputy reaching for his gun in his holster, eyes glued on the only girl that Rafe has ever loved. Oh no he didn't, nobody was shooting his girl.

In one swift motion, Rafe wrestled the deputy to the ground, grabbing his gun and hitting him in the head with it, hard enough to knock the big guy on his ass. With both of them still pointing their guns at the officer's, Rafe quickly made his way to her side.

Taking her hand, they laced their fingers together, both glancing over at each other.

"Together until the end, yeah?" Rafe whispered to her.

She nodded, squeezing his hand. "Together until the end, baby. I love you, Rafe."

"I love you too, angel. If we make it outta here, 'm taking you far away and we're gonna start that life we always talked about, yeah? Yeah. I promise."

Shots rang as the couple began shooting at the deputy's, trying their hardest to dodge the bullets as they shot back.

"Shit. Motherfucker shot me!" She hissed, grabbing her side as she put a bullet into the deputy's skull. Her side hurt like a motherfucker, the pain worse than anything she'd ever experienced. Still, she wasn't about to just lay down and die. No, they'd come this far, and this was not how her and Rafe's story ended.

"angel, you okay!? Talk to me, baby!" Rafe yelled out from behind a tree, trying to avoid the flying bullets that hit the bark above his head. The panic evident in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, m'fine. Don't worry 'bout me."

Rafe could tell by the sound of her voice that she was lying. He knew her inside and out, and knew when she was lying. She wasn't fucking okay. He couldn't lose her. No, not her. Without thinking twice, he ran out from behind the tree, staying crouched down as he ran towards her, dodging bullets as he shot at the remaining officer's along the way. Shoupe was nowhere to be seen, meaning the pussy ran and left his deputy's to die. Not surprising.

As soon as Rafe reached her, he wrapped an arm around her, using his strength to keep her on her feet. The color in her face was fading, white tank top now soaked in crimson.

"We gotta go, baby. Gotta get you outta here and patched up. You're fucking crazy, you know that?"

He chuckled, shaking his head as he quickly planted a kiss on the side of her head, before scooping her up in his arms.

"Like I said, don't blame me love made me crazy."