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Warnings: Mentions of Drugs/Alcohol, Swearing, etc
Summary: Rafe is finding himself having trouble trusting Y/N, even after what she did for him.
A/N: Hello! This is the second chapter of No Body, No Crime. Please enjoy and, let me know if you’d like to be on the taglist! <3
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The entire drive over to Topper's made you extremely nervous. Your stomach felt as if it was in a knot that couldn't be undone.
It only got worse when you began to recognize the scenery of Figure 8.
It was unusual of you to be so anxious.
Usually, you’re hyper-focused. You don’t have time to worry about all the possible things that could go wrong but, Rafe made you feel different.
Typically, the two of you would only interact in passing. Oftentimes in the kitchen at his house when you needed him to help you reach something on the top shelf.
Now, you’re about to see each other in a brand new light. Going from strangers to...
Honestly, you didn’t really know how to classify this blossoming relationship, considering it hasn’t started yet.
Turning a corner into a neighborhood, you recognized Topper's mansion almost immediately.
It was the second house on the right with pillars and a baby blue door. There were tiny American flags pitched in the yard with small lights showcasing their entrance.
There were so many cars parked on the street and in the driveway that it was nearly impossible for you to get close without clipping a vehicle.
Finding a good spot near the sidewalk, you emerged from your car, making sure to check that it was locked (a habit you learned from your mother).
Drawing closer to the front door, you spotted Rafe.
He was sitting ominously in a rocking chair on the porch, looking out into the yard.
"Hey." You called out. He broke from his intense gaze and glanced at you.
"Shit, I totally forgot that you were coming." He pinched the bridge of his nose, turning his head.
"Well, I'm here so.." You trailed off, taking a seat next to him.
Instantly, Rafe began to draw away from you. You noticed but refrained from commenting on it, not knowing what his problem was.
It wasn't long after that the tension started to fill the air. You’re usually the one keeping your distance from him, not vice versa.
“Are-Are you going to say anything?” You asked, nervously.
You had no idea what made his energy shift from the last time you spoke to him but, this wasn’t the same Rafe that you saw that afternoon.
“What do you want me to say?” He replied sharply, glancing over in your direction.
You were taken aback by him, “Rafe. You asked me to meet you here. I have no idea what the hell is going on. So, I just— I wanna know what’s happening.”
He froze, inhaling deeply. It was clear that he was searching for the right words to say that would get his message across.
“Y/N, I don’t trust you. You might be Sarah’s best friend but, you’re also the sheriffs' daughter.” His voice was cold and distant.
He genuinely viewed you as some kind of threat. Less than 7 hours ago, he was more than willing to rope you into whatever he had going on, and now, you’re just a burden to him.
You scoffed, “You seemed pretty happy to get your drugs back this afternoon. Was I the sheriffs' daughter then?”
“I stole from my mom, Rafe. That’s not something you just do for fun. Especially when you have a lot to lose on your end, okay. So, if I rat you out, I’m going down too.”
Guilt instantly flashed behind his blue eyes. It was evident as his features began to soften and he lowered his eyebrows.
He began to speak but, you cut him off, “Listen, Rafe, I don’t expect us to go out and get matching tattoos anytime soon but, we have to learn to trust each other, or else this thing isn’t going to work.”
He chuckled lightly, flashing you a crooked smile, “Yeah.” Rafe replied simply.
The loud booming of music coming from inside filled the silence.
“Didn’t you graduate high school yesterday?” Rafe asked, quirking his head to the side.
“Yeah... I-I did.” You replied, still surprised.
You weren’t valedictorian like your mother planned but, you were pretty damn close. Still, it wasn’t enough to satisfy Susan Peterkin so, you spent the entirety of graduation sulking.
You didn’t even get a chance to enjoy your High School graduation.
A sour taste formed in your mouth as your throat began to get tighter by the second.
Rafe noticed your sudden discomfort, “Well, you’re at a party. Why don’t you go inside and have fun? Celebrate the milestone.”
“You should celebrate too. I mean- finishing your first year of college.” You acknowledged, awkwardly trying to shift the conversation toward him.
“I took a gap year. Too many things to do and not enough time.” He shrugged.
You were so entranced by the way Rafe spoke. He wasn’t like you, who felt the need to give the deepest, most profound explanation for everything.
He was simple.
You liked simple.
Standing up, you extended your hand in his direction, “Come on,” you paused, grabbing him by the wrist, “We’re going inside.”
“No no no,” he protested, “I already told my friends I was leaving so,” Rafe resisted your grasp, staying firmly in his seat.
“I think we can handle Topper and Kelce.” You scoffed, giving him a playful look.
Rafe knit his eyebrows together, contemplating. It had already been an extremely long night. But, he was having a hard time pulling out the response from his chest.
"Shitttt," He drew out, "What the hell. It'd be nice to see you pull the stick out of your ass and relax."
Eyes lighting up and a smile tugging on your lips, you yanked on his wrist again. This time, he rose from the rocking chair, peering down at you, "Don't make me regret this, Peterkin."
"How could you possibly regret anything when you're with me?" You sent him a sly wink.
Twisting the front-door handle, you entered the Thorton household.
Your senses were instantly triggered. Your ears struggled to determine which was louder, the music or screaming of teenagers. Your eyes reacted to the fluorescent light projected on the ceiling.
The scent was absolutely putrid. Sweaty bodies and alcohol were not a good mixture, not under any circumstances.
"Ugh," Covering your nose with your right hand, you peered back at Rafe. He seemed completely fine.
This was normal for him.
Watching as he maneuvered around this situation with such ease inspired you.
Rafe was a complete mystery to you. Although with every interaction, he became less of a riddle, it was still a challenge trying to figure him out.
Abruptly, someone from behind you yelled, tearing you from your trance, "I said that you'd be back!"
Turning around, you saw Kelce and Topper making their way towards the two of you.
"Yeah, yeah," Rafe responded, playfully, drifting closer to his two friends.
A mere seconds later, Topper noticed you standing at a feeble 1 and a half feet shorter than Rafe.
"Holy shit," He gasped, "A-Are my eyes deceiving me, or is Y/N Peterkin at a party?"
This caught Kelce's attention and, he certainly couldn't resist making a sly comment, "How's your mom? Is she still 6 feet up the Pogues ass or....?"
Scoffing, you began to walk away but, something caught your shoulder.
"Listen, she's a bitch but, not as nearly as much as you think." Rafe defended.
You couldn't help but laugh, “Thanks.”
Yes, it was a shitty, backhanded compliment. But, it was coming from Rafe Cameron so, that's the best you're gonna get.
"Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it," Commented Kelce, turning his head to look around at the scenery.
“Rafe,” Topper paused, “Are you trying to get even more fucked up tonight?”
Glancing at Rafe, you noticed how tired he looked. Drooping eyes and hunched shoulders gave away how he was feeling.
“No, he has other priorities on his mind.” You chimed in.
“Ohhhhhhhh.” Kelce raised his eyebrows.
Wiggling two fingers between the two of you, “Are you guys....? You know?”
“Shut the fuck up, Kelce. You’re a goddamned idiot.” Rafe rolled his eyes, pushing his friend lightly.
“Relax. I’m not gonna swoop in on your girl. Just curious who you’re fucking this week.”
Glancing up at Rafe, he appeared extremely fed up with the current conversation.
“Come on, man,” Topper said, pulling Kelce by the shoulder, “Let’s leave these two alone. I’m sure they’ve got loads of shit to catch up on.”
The two walked out of the entryway, side by side, and floated right back into the epicenter of the party.
“Why do you do that?” You questioned, almost instantly.
Looking in your direction, he responded, “What are you talking about?”
Sighing, you began, “You willingly hang out with Dumb and Dumber,”
“You could be surrounded by people that are on the same intellectual level as you. Yet, you surround yourself with people like those 2 that are only interested in being so high that they can’t remember their name.”
Rafe shook his head, “It doesn’t matter.”
There he goes again. Being simple. Summing up everything he has to say in a mere 3 words.
"He deserves better than that." You thought but didn't say.
In your head, you could see Rafe walking away from the conversation and, you wanted him as close as possible (because you're not used to parties.... no other reason.... of course).
"This is stressing me out," You commented jokingly, running your hands through your hair.
If you weren't so hyperaware of your surroundings, you would've missed the way that Rafe was glancing at you.
He looked as if he was trying to decipher what was going on in your head.
“Come on.” He nodded his head in the direction of the living room (aka where 90% of the party-goers were).
You grinned slightly, “I was deprived of partying my entire 4 years of High School. I don’t think I should start now.”
You turned around and sat on the love seat in the Thornton entryway.
“You dragged me back in here so, the least you could do is sway your hips to some shitty music.”
“Maybe.” You smirked, teasing him.
“Alright, I’ll find Topper and Kelce. I’m sure they’ve got something interesting for me.” Rafe began to exit the room.
“Fine,” you rose from your seat immediately, catching his attention.
You shook your head in disapproval, “So manipulative.”
A smug look was plastered on Rafe’s face, “Yeah, well.... it worked.”
He shrugged and sent you a smirk.
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You had never felt so free in your entire life.
It was surprising that such a wild atmosphere made you feel a sense of comfort and enjoyment, rather than fear and anxiety.
Maybe it was the fact that you clung to Rafe for the majority of the time.
He was such a social hotspot.
People of all ages and demographics were speaking to him. He kept the conversations brief and, it was clear that he wasn't very interested.
Nevertheless, he was dragged into a game of beer pong, and (with the help of Topper and Kelce) he agreed to play BUT, only if you did.
At first, you were hesitant, having no idea how to play but, there was something inside of you that hated the thought of saying no to Rafe.
You indulged him and decided to play, with the exception that you didn't drink, considering that you had to drive back home to the Cut.
It took a few tries for you to actually get the hang of things but, Rafe helped a lot.
He would often adjust your form, wrapping his arm around your waist and tugging you in another direction.
It made you nervous yet excited having him in such close proximity to you, whispering in your ear which direction to throw the ball.
Ultimately, the two of you ended up winning against Topper and Kelce (who were pissed that they lost to such an inexperienced player).
That was the beginning of the fun.
After that, you didn't feel the need to cling to Rafe as tight as you had been before.
You went off and had conversations with people that didn't go to your High School, which also meant they had no clue who your mother was.
You used to be extremely familiar with Figure 8 and you often found yourself missing it from time to time.
It was very nice to be able to surround yourself with people that weren't foaming at the mouth to run and tell your mother everything they saw.
It wasn't until you began to dance, swaying your hips to the beat that Rafe found you again.
"Y/N, I--I need a ride home." He began, speaking in a low but rushed tone.
"What?!" You yelled, not being able to hear him over the music.
You took a glance at him and, he looked horrible.
His eyes were extremely red and he reeked of alcohol and plenty of other illegal substances.
Not only that but, Rafe seemed extremely jittery. Almost as if something bad was going to happen if he didn't leave immediately.
Seeing the stress of the situation, you gripped Rafe by the arm and tugged him out of the hectic scene and into the nearest quiet room.
Finding a bathroom right before the kitchen, the two of you entered.
You sat him on the edge of the tub, crouching in front of him.
"Rafe," You paused, clutching the sides of his face, "Look at me. What's going on?"
Opening his eyes, he began to speak, "Please, just, please. Take me home." He buried his head into your shoulder.
You were stunned by his actions, having no idea what drug he took that made him act like that.
But, now was not the time to question Rafe, he needed your help and after all the progress the two of you made that evening, you weren't going to leave him behind.
"O-okay, okay. Yes, I'll take you home."
You stood up, continuing to hold his arm, afraid that he'd fall back into the tub.
"Rafe, can you stand? Can you walk?" You asked.
He nodded then rose, towering over you.
"Here," You directed him towards the sink, "Splash some cold water onto your face, okay?"
He did as you told him, gathering a scoop of water in his palms and splattered it onto his face.
After, he seemed slightly more coherent but, not nearly enough.
The two of you emerged from the bathroom. You were still clung to his arm, leading him in the direction of the exit.
Once, you left the inside of the house, you were bombarded with cars from all angles.
It then hit you that you had to park on the street.
As you led Rafe down the infinitely long driveway, you cursed in your head, upset at the universe for making you work against gravity in order to keep him from face-planting.
Finally, making it to your car, you reached in your pocket and unlocked it.
Opening the door to the passenger's side, you plopped Rafe in the seat and buckled him in.
You ran around the front of the car, trying to get back to Rafe as soon as possible.
"Rafe, do you have everything? Your phone, wallet, keys?"
"Mhm." He replied, setting his head on the back of the seat.
With that, you took one last glance at Rafe and put the car in drive.
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Pulling into the driveway, you noticed that the Cameron household was quiet.
The only light coming from inside was the glare of the TV from Wheezie's room.
"Rafe, we're here." You said, shaking him. He had fallen asleep seconds after you started driving.
He didn't waste any time getting out of the car. Unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door, he headed in the direction of the garage.
As he approached, it opened.
"I know they're rich but, damn, motion detected garage?" You commented, continuing to watch, making sure Rafe made it inside safely.
It wasn't until you started saw him stop that you noticed a figure standing in front of him.
It was Ward Cameron.
"Shit."
You knew Ward was going to give Rafe crap for staying out late, partying so, the least you could do was try and cover for him.
Emerging from your car, you walked towards the garage.
"Rafe, I need you to do it, okay? I don't want Sarah getting involved-" You caught the end of what Ward was saying before he stopped.
"Y/N!" He greeted, a smile on his face.
"Hey, Mr.Cameron." You waved awkwardly, sending a forced smile.
"Thank you so much for bringing this one home," He grabbed Rafe by the shoulder, pulling him into a side hug.
"No problem! I just needed his help with some things. The least I could do was take him home." You replied.
"Yeah, yeah," Ward nodded his head, looking back at the door.
"Listen, Y/N, thanks for putting in a good word with your mom. We really appreciate it."
"I'm sorry?" You knit your eyebrows in confusion.
"I got a call from the station today saying the charges against Rafe had been dropped. All of us are so thrilled that we can resume a normal life and move past this." He placed a hand on his chest.
You had no idea what he was talking about. Your mom wasn't home yet. There was no way she could've seen the drugs had been taken from her safe yet.
But, you had to play it cool, not wanting Ward to ask any questions "Sure, sure." you answered.
"Okay, welp," He paused, "Have a nice night, Y/N. Come by tomorrow and see us." Ward finished, hurridly.
With that, he turned around swiftly and went back inside his house, through the garage door.
That entire interaction was odd. You had never seen Ward act so tense.
Also, you couldn't help but wonder what was so urgent that Sarah couldn't do?
It had been less than 24 hours and, you're already wrapped up in things you couldn't begin to comprehend.
"I need to sleep."
Walking back to your car, you entered the driver's seat.
Putting the car in reverse, you exited the Cameron house and began your journey back to the Cut.
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Warnings: Swearing, Mentions Drugs/Drug Use and Sex
Summary: Y/N Peterkin is so tired of her mother's neglect. When she has the opportunity to get in good graces with Rafe Cameron, she takes it. The only thing she asks is that he helps tarnish her good-girl image.
A/N: Hello! Earlier today, I put out a little announcement regarding everything going on with this series. I recommend that you go and check that out here. Also, I know that this is a peterkin!reader series but, I'm not going to specify that you are her biological daughter (meaning, you can pretend that you're adopted if you'd prefer).
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You resented your mom.
There was no need to put it lightly or sugar-coat it. Your deep hatred for Susan Peterkin cut deep.
Everyone in your inner circle worshiped your mother like a God, just because she was the sheriff. And you had the displeasure of being her daughter, meaning you also received royalty status (which you had no interest in having).
Even the Pogues, those that often displayed their distaste for the police treasured your mother because she was always there to help, sticking her neck out for anyone that needed it.
You felt like you had eyes on you from all angles while hanging around The Cut.
And your mother never let you forget.
“Hey, Y/N quit daydreaming. You’ve got work to do.” Your mother snapped two fingers in your face, pulling you out of your daze.
You were sitting on the island, infinite amounts of papers and notebooks sprawled out around you.
Your mom was in the kitchen, speedily pouring coffee in her thermos, “Listen, you’ve got to figure out a way to finish this paperwork before the deadline.”
“Mom, I literally just graduated high school yesterday. My internship doesn’t start for another 6 weeks. I’ve got loads of time.”
“I’m giving you till Friday to finish this. I’ve got a lot of people relying on you for this internship and, we don’t need your lack of punctuality ruining things.”
Your lips were now in a tight line, trying to hold back from saying anything that would result in a screaming match.
Your mom sent you one last disapproving look before turning around, continuing to pack her lunch.
“Y/N, I’ve got pressure on me at work and I don’t any extra stress, especially coming from you. Do you understand?”
“What’s going on?” You asked, slightly concerned but mostly being nosy.
Inhaling deeply, she began, “The Cameron boy, he was busted by some deputies selling cocaine at a frat party about 2 days ago,”
“His father wants me to drop the whole thing, considering he helped me with some...” she hesitated, “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’ve got the drugs locked in my safe here just in case anyone tries to take anything from the station.”
Your eyes stretched, “Not only were drugs in the house but, they belonged to none other than Rafe Cameron? Never thought I’d see the day.”
“A Cameron with drugs? I thought it'd be Wheezie honestly." You commented under your breath.
"What? Do you know these kids?" Peterkin halted, peering over her shoulder at you.
"I hang out with Sarah all the time. I mean-- where do you think I stay those nights when you're off at work or tending to Pogues instead of your own daughter." You replied snarkily.
"Watch your tone."
"I just insulted you as a mother, and you're angry about my tone? Great," You paused, growing more offended by the second "Do you even give a shit about what I do?"
“Y/N...” she halted, “For today, can you at least try to hide your disgust towards me?” She sent you a condescending smirk.
You resisted the urge to gag out of discomfort and annoyance.
Grabbing the keys to her car from the counter, she stopped, “Oh— I forgot to tell you. I used the last of the sandwich meat so, you’ll have to find something else to eat.”
Shrugging in her direction, you turned around and headed up to your room. Seconds later, you heard the distinct creaking of your front door closing.
You sat on your bed for hours, silently sulking.
You tried extremely hard to calm down, anything to ease the tightness in your throat that indicated that you were angry.
The fact that your mother had managed to piss you off and steal the only food in the house in one interaction baffled you.
After a while, you grew even more irritable. It was split evenly down the middle but, the common denominator was Susan Peterkin.
Suddenly, a mischievous voice appeared in your head, “Get back at her.”
At first, your immediate response was no. Being spiteful against your mother was going to do nothing but cause more problems for you, considering she didn’t give a shit about what you did.
Getting up from your bed, you went in the direction of the stairs. Just as your foot came into contact with the first step, you noticed that the door to your mothers' office was creaked open.
Your mind went to a sinister place, "Take the drugs from her safe."
"Oh my gosh, stop it." You replied audibly, so shocked by your own thoughts.
But then, you started to weigh out all of the pros in your head. You felt as though you had an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other.
One was telling you to take it. Use it, sell it, give it back to Rafe... anything. The other was advising you to leave everything, it wasn't your job to play hero and get involved with Peterkins' inconveniences.
But, on the flip side, you might be doing both of you a favor. You knew deep down if she ever found out you did this, she wouldn't rat you out. Then, everyone in all of OBX would find out.
In the process, you'd be taking care of a big issue at work for her and maybe you'd even get time to spend with Sarah more often.
"Agh, screw it," Walking into her office, you went to the corner where the safe resided.
It took you a few attempts to guess the password to Peterkins' safe. Every time it would beep, you'd jump out of fear, afraid that the entire plan would erupt in your face.
It wasn't until you tried the last 4 digits of her badge number that the safe clicked, and opened.
There wasn't much content on the inside.
A very old pack of cigarettes, an old notebook, a watch and, the drugs that belonged to Rafe.
Once you saw the contraband, it was no longer a mystery as to why it was easily confiscated.
It was literally white powder in a Ziploc bag. 😐
You always knew Rafe wasn't at the top of his class but, at least he'd know better than to put a highly illegal drug in something as non-discrete as a Ziploc bag.
Taking another moment to critique Rafe's delivery, you grabbed the bag as carefully as possible and exited the house.
IF IT WASN'T FOR THE AWFUL TRAFFIC on the highway that joined Figure 8 and the Cut, you would've made it to the Cameron residence much earlier.
You didn't arrive there until around 6:45 PM. It was still blazing hot outside, and you could see the crimson hue from the beginning of sunset on the lake.
There weren't many vehicles in the driveway. The only 2 being a motorcycle and Sarah's yellow Volkswagon Beetle.
You parked your car and got out, making sure your keys were in your pocket before you closed the door.
Right after the car locked, you heard the sound of the garage door opening.
Emerging was the very person you wanted to see, Rafe Cameron.
"Ahh shit," He sighed, rolling his eyes, "You need to leave now. Alright, I don't care if you're here to see Sarah."
"Rafe, I'm here--"
He cut you off, "Y/N, your mom screwed me over. And I know you're just gonna run and snitch like the fucking good-two-shoes that you are."
Pulling the poorly packaged cocaine out of your pocket, you underhand tossed it to him.
"What I was trying to say was that I'm not here on my mother's behalf," You replied.
“Shit, Y/N. Is this--?” He halted.
“Yeah, it should all be there.” Crossing your arms, you stepped into the garage with him.
He sent an appreciative nod, and turned around, “Sarah’s inside.”
“I need to ask you a favor,”
Rafe spun, exploring your face, “What is up with Peterkins and asking for shit?”
“Okay, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lump me in with my mother, considering I just gave you back the coke she confiscated,” you reacted, crossing your arms.
He took a seat on a small stool, placing him many feet below you. As he stared up into your eyes, he began, “Speak.”
You smiled, fortunate that he’d even oblige you, “I want you to corrupt me.”
Almost as a reflex, Rafe snickered in a way that showed he was in complete control of the situation, “Y/N, you’re hot.”
“You’re definitely my type but, you’re also the sheriff’s daughter so, if you came here to ask me to fuck you, I’m sadly going to pass.”
“Oh my gosh,” you paused, covering your face in embarrassment, “Rafe, I don’t want to have sex with you. I just need you to get me in some trouble so my mom will acknowledge me.”
A look passed over him and you knew that your comment hurt his ego but, he never faltered for a second.
“Hm,” He returned, “I’ve got something in mind.”
“Yeah, yeah. Anything,”
“For starters-” Before he could finish, Sarah came surging through the door with excitement, “Y/N! I recognized your car through the window.”
She ran and gave you a hug. “Hey.” You smiled, thrilled to be in her embrace.
She peeked over her shoulder and saw her brother. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass my friend?”
Standing up from his spot, he towered over the two of you. “Contrary to popular belief, I can be very entertaining.”
He glanced towards you, giving a devilish smirk before exiting the garage.
Getting on his bike, he put the red helmet over his head and started revving the engine.
While Sarah wasn’t looking, he flipped up the lense of his hat and mouthed, “Call me” before driving away.
"Sometimes I can't believe I'm related to someone so horrendous." Sarah rolled her eyes before grabbing your wrist, pulling you inside her house.
AFTER LEAVING SARAH'S HOUSE you were bouncing from wall to wall, thinking of all the things Rafe would want.
Trying to sleep that night was absolutely terrible.
Your mother sent you a text saying that she'd be staying at the station all night trying to finish some paperwork so, you had at least another 12 hours before she realized the drugs had been taken from her safe.
The one thing that plagued your mind was Rafe Cameron.
You were eager to know what he needed you to do.
Although you did willingly come to him and practically beg for his help, you still couldn't ignore the deep pit in your stomach, telling you that this was bound to end poorly.
Getting fed up with your pessimistic thoughts, you reached for your phone on the nightstand and called Rafe.
You were seconds away from hanging up the phone when he answered. You almost gasped out of shock because you only somewhat expected him to pick up.
When he did, you were bombarded with the sound of rap music and screaming teenagers, "Hello!" He shouted over the music.
"R-Rafe?" You got up from your seated position on the bed, anticipating every second of this call.
"Y/N... listen, I can't hear you but, I'm at Topper's house!" He yelled, "I'll text you the address."
He hung up before you could say anything else.
You ran your fingers through your hair, contemplating if you should go or not.
You weren't scared, it's not like your mom cared enough to get mad if she knew you went to a party.
In all honesty, Rafe made you nervous. He always did, even before you found out he was linked to drugs.
When your phone buzzed with Topper's address, you knew the damage was done. You were already so intrigued by Rafe Camerson that you couldn't say no.
Looking at your phone, you read the message,
724 Readfield Ln. I'll be on the porch waiting for you.
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So, I know that a lot of people are reallyyyy excited for ‘No Body, No Crime’ to come out. I’ve been working on it non-stop for the past 2 or 3 weeks and, as I was writing, I noticed something.
There is no way that I can do this idea justice with purely one fic.
So, my “team” (aka me and my dog, Princess) decided to turn it into a mini-series!!
Personally, I’m a very slow writer because I like to take my time and try and make everything perfect. Ever since school started, I’ve been writing less and less because this first semester is absolutely kicking my ass.
I believe that my turning this into a mini-series, I can expand on the story and make it feel a bit less rushed than if I tried to pack it all into one fic.
With that being said, the first chapter will be out tonight @ 7:00 PM EST <3
My goal is to release a new chapter every Monday at that time. If not every Monday, at least once a week.
I’m really excited for you all to see this first chapter and I hope that you all enjoy :)
Warnings: Swearing, Talks of sex, Mentions of drugs, swearing
A/N: Sooooo... it's taking me a very long time to finish this request but, I wanted to give a little sneak peek! I'm not finish writing but, I hope this keeps everyone satisfied until I've finished. @a-bolanos I hope you enjoy this sneak peak lol <3
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“Shit, Y/N. Is this--?” He halted.
“Yeah, it should all be there.” Crossing your arms, you stepped into the garage with him.
He sent an appreciative nod, and turned around, “Sarah’s inside.”
“I need to ask you a favor,”
Rafe spun, exploring your face, “What is up with Peterkins and asking for shit?”
“Okay, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lump me in with my mother, considering I just gave you back the coke she confiscated,” you reacted, crossing your arms.
He took a seat on a small stool, placing him many feet below you. As he stared up into your eyes, he began, “Speak.”
You smiled, fortunate that he’d even oblige you, “I want you to corrupt me.”
Almost as a reflex, Rafe snickered in a way that showed he was in complete control of the situation, “Y/N, you’re hot.”
“You’re definitely my type but, you’re also the sheriff’s daughter so, if you came here to ask me to fuck you, I’m sadly going to pass.”
“Oh my gosh,” you paused, covering your face in embarrassment, “Rafe, I don’t want to have sex with you. I just need you to get me in some trouble so my mom will acknowledge me.”
A look passed over him and you knew that your comment hurt his ego but, he never faltered for a second.
“Hm,” He returned, “I’ve got something in mind.”
“Yeah, yeah. Anything,”
“For starters-” Before he could finish, Sarah came surging through the door with excitement, “Y/N! I recognized your car through the window.”
She ran and gave you a hug. “Hey.” You smiled, thrilled to be in her embrace.
She peeked over her shoulder and saw her brother. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass my friend?”
Standing up from his spot, he towered over the two of you. “Contrary to popular belief, I can be very entertaining.”
He glanced towards you, giving a devilish smirk before exiting the garage.
Getting on his bike, he put the red helmet over his head and started revving the engine.
While Sarah wasn’t looking, he flipped up the lense of his hat and mouthed, “Call me” before driving away.
hi there! I was wondering what all OBX characters you write for? If you write for Rafe, I’d like to request something based on the song Swim by Chase Atlantic. I think this would go really well with Rafe but if you have someone else in mind that it might match with I’d love to read it. Thanks so much!!
Omg! I love that song so much! I’ll definitely begin working on this request soon <3
Before my long hiatus, I was only really writing for JJ but, now I’m probably going to expand to Rafe and Pope, and then as time passes... more and more characters :)
Hey guys! I’m still here and I haven’t forgotten about any of your requests. School is getting a bit hectic recently, and I’m trying to keep up and manage everything else in life! Hopefully, I can get to all of my requests soon. My goal is before the end of the week. Just wanted to let you all know that I’m still here <3
first I would like to ask you if i can be part of your tag list!!!
second I would love to request a rafe x reader imagine based on the song “no body, no crime” by Taylor Swift. So basically the reader and rafe hide someone’s body and are even asked to testify and both cover up for each other and this becomes a habit until one of them gets caught. Maybe you can end it with a traffic ending like a Bonnie and Clyde type of ending or some “happy” ending!
Yes! I love this idea so much. I’m going to start working on it ASAP. I hope you enjoy once it’s out <3
Hey! I’m literally so happy to be back. Thank you for all the love on my recent fic! It means so much to me. A reminder: my requests are open! Feel free to send in any ideas that you have! Also, you can join my taglist if you’d like! <3
summary: jj trying to convince you to take pictures during golden hour on the hms pogue.
word count: 1k+
warnings: sexual innuendos, language, insecurities
a/n: hey lol. i’m alive. the new season of obx has dragged me out of my dark and lonely hole. this was a draft that i had from last year. it’s been edited and revised! i hope you enjoy :)
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“You better be getting ready!” JJ shouted from the other side of the door as he passed by, walking into the kitchen.
All of the Pogues had spent the night at the Chateau. It was a given that you all would go on the HMS Pogue the following day.
You weren’t feeling up to going, knowing that you’d have to be seen next to Kiara and Sarah, and that was a scary thought.
You loved your boyfriend and it was clear that both of you were happy in your relationship but, that never stopped fear from creeping up your spine every time you had to be seen next to your drop-dead gorgeous friends.
“What’s taking her so long?” John B questioned as JJ entered the kitchen. His arm was snaked around Sarah’s waist.
“Don’t rush her.” Kie defended from the couch. You confided in her and Sarah one night when you were drunk, not being able to shut up about every inconvenience in your life, including your insecurities.
“Go check on her, JJ. What if she like.... fell or something?” Pope urged, scratching the top of his head.
“Dude, she’s 16, not a grandma that needs life alert.” He scoffed, shaking his head.
“Well, we can’t leave without her so, let’s just wait.” Sarah shrugged.
Seconds later you emerged from the guest room, arms covering your exposed torso but nonetheless, you were dressed & ready to go.
“Let’s goooooooo!” John B rushed, trying to get everyone out as fast as possible.
Everyone followed suit, exiting the house. JJ walked over to you, resting an arm around your shoulder, “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” You gave him a smile, taking his hand in yours as you exited the house.
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You were sitting next to JJ, observing your surroundings while he argued with Pope, “Taco versus Hamburger? Oh man, the taco would win for sure! It could sharpen its shell and stab the shit out of the hamburger.”
The sun was setting and it cast an amazing crimson hue on the water and boat.
“Kie, Y/N, get your asses over here. We’re taking pictures!” Sarah shouted. Kiara rushed over instantly but you clung to JJ’s arm, not in any rush to move.
“Ahhh shit, photoshoot time!” Pope teased.
John B got out of the way of Sarah and Kiara and joined the rest of you in the hull of the boat, “Sarah is really about to drag you up there if you don’t go take pictures, Y/N.”
“I think you should go, it could be fun?” JJ nudged his arm, getting your face out in the open again.
“Maybe.” You shrugged.
“You just wanna use those pictures for later, don’t lie.” John B winked.
“Yeah, he has a folder with photos of you on his phone. I’ve seen it.” Pope chimed in, adding to the teasing.
“Ugh, JJ. You’re gross.” Scrunching your face, you walked away, heading in the direction of Kie & Sarah.
“W-What? It’s natural, everybody does it!!” Ignoring his constant cries for you to come back, you sat down and observed the photoshoot.
They looked in their element while taking the photos, so unapologetically beautiful.
“Hey!” Sarah smiled once she noticed that you were seated behind her.
“Come take some with us, hon.” Kie grabbed your wrist, urging you to stand up.
“No, no. I’ll watch you guys. Maybe even take some of you?” You insisted.
“Hear that, JJ? She likes to watch.” Pope whispered.
You scoffed, “He just wants you to take pictures so that he can.... admire them later.” Sarah smirked.
“He’s literally so gross.”
Kiara took a seat next to you, stroking your shoulder lightly, “Are you good?”
“I probably sound like a pick me but, I just don’t really want to take any photos. I just feel so silly because I know how insecure I really am. I’d feel like a fraud.” Shrugging, you looked back and forth between Sarah and Kiara, awaiting their responses.
“Hey, never invalidate yourself like that. You’re not fishing for comments or anything. It’s how you genuinely feel.” Kie grabbed your hand and squeezed it.
“I just feel so lost in situations like this. I mean-- you two are in your natural element and I have no idea what to do.” You sighed, “And if what those idiots are saying is true, JJ is going to.... admire these later and, what if he doesn’t like what he sees?”
Sarah inhaled, ready to respond but your boyfriend appeared out of thin air. The two girls excused themselves, knowing that you probably wanted to talk to JJ alone.
“Hey.” JJ’s arms were crossed as he stayed standing, towering over you.
Ignoring him, you kept looking forward, “Listen, I’ll tell them to quit with the jokes, okay?”
You nodded your head, turning your head to look at him, “You know that this is a small boat and, sound carries, right?”
Nodding, you listened as JJ continued, “I’m not like those assholes over on Figure 8.”
He paused, looking at you to make sure that you were still listening, “I'm not gonna judge you, Y/N/N.”
"I know, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like a shitty boyfriend.”
Taking a seat next to you, JJ took your hand in his, “Y/N, there is no other girl in this entire Snickers galaxy that compares to you.”
You couldn’t contain your laughter, “Milky Way, J. Wrong candy.” You nudged your head into his shoulder.
"Close enough,” He replied, wrapping his arms around your neck, “I am so in love with you, Y/N. It's like.... fumbles with my insides and shit when I see you treat yourself this way.”
At this point, you could only nod. Tears were forming on your water line, threatening to spill over.
You stayed in his embrace for a few more moments. It allowed you to gather yourself before returning to the rest of the group.
None of the Pogues said anything. JJ was right, sound carried for miles on such a small boat so, you were one-hundred percent sure that they heard the entire exchange.
Plus, there was really nothing for them to say. For JJ’s standards, he did a really good job at comforting you.
As you enjoyed the silence between the six of you, JJ still felt as if it was a bit too silent for his liking.
“For what it’s worth, I do have a secret photo collection of you in my phone.” He whispered into your ear, causing you to giggle.
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