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Masterlist

JJ Maybank

Series

You Found Me - John B and Sarah Cameron are lost in the Bajamas, the pogues are having a hard time living life as normal, the Outer Banks have never been so quiet. But someone new comes into town looking for some answers, and a new life that she never imagined. 1 2

Rafe Cameron

Love You More (part 2)- I love him, but I’ll always love you more

(disclaimer: all gifs are not mine)

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A Court of Passion and Daydreams Masterlist

Summary: Celestia, Rhysand's younger sister, returns from the Summer Court after five years of training and while readjusting to being with her family again, she rekindles, albeit through stolen glances and hidden touches, with Azriel. They had always had unspoken understanding of one another, but with her return they are forced to confront their centuries of longing and pining for one another.

warnings: cursing, blood, violence, death, infertility, smut (18+, minors DNI)

Fresh Out The Slammer

Dress

Guilty As Sin?

But Daddy I Love Him

peace

The Archer

How Did It End?

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?

Chloe or Sam or Sophie or Marcus

Glitch

epiphany

Cornelia Street

Daylight

[loverdrew]

I need this series tattooed on my mind forever, seriously amazing 🤍

[maybankslover]

so long, london

drew starkey x fem!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, breakup, mention of infidelity, sexual themes, mental health issues, mention of pregnancy, mention of infertility. most of them don't happen but they're mentioned.

summary: she's an actress and a singer, he's an actor. coworkers that fell in love until it fell apart. now everything is gone but how did it disappear?

a/n: odessa a'zion is made the antagonist in this story. hateful comments aren't allowed, it's just for the plot

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so long, london the frist part

the second part

albums

would've could've should've spotify

but it was fun spotify

instagram

the announcement

the goodbye

it's out

the last straw

vogue

my most personal work

would've could've should've

but it was fun

the rebound?

the reunion

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Please read this, this is the best writing and storyline i’ve seen in a minute and with one of the best songs off of TTPD?? masterpiece

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MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER as SPENCER REID

CRIMINAL MINDS — 14.12 “HAMELIN”

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His arms are so sexy. && the sleeveless top? God Drew you really know how to get us going.

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Country Club Killa 🥵🔥

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[loverdrew]

hello! what about "love you more" part two Sarah finds out about their feelings for each other and she gives the both of them a talk. y/n's is about how she deserves to be happy and how she isn't being fair to herself, Rafe, or Topper. Rafe's is about how he needs to get his shit together for her bestie. then she locks them both in a room together and tells them that they aren't leaving until they talk through everything. the talk goes just as Sarah hoped, reader breaks up with Topper afterward and then Rafe takes her on a date.

Thank you so so much for the inspiration! I know this took a longer time to get out than anticipated but I hope you guys like the way I end this story! You can read part 1 here

Love You More / r.c II

Like the Kook life goes; one party after another. And every one tried to be crazier than the rest.

Topper had seemed to have this own fun hosting, and decided to take the night off and enjoy someone else's for a change. We got ready together, me in a blue sundress and him in a bright polo and tan shorts, the typical attire of he and his friends.

It had been one week since the incident in his own bedroom. And the more I sit here, the more I get nauseous at the memory. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can barely look Topper in the eye without breaking down and telling him the truth. I don't love you, I love your best friend. I've avoided his advances of sweet kisses or hand holding. The most I can let him do is lay a soft hand on my back for safety. But I don't get the butterflies I do when Rafe was standing 5 feet away from me. Just the sheer mention of his name sends my head into a spin. So when Topper had mentioned he would be there as well tonight, I felt like I was floating.

It didn't seem possible at first, but somehow the guy who was throwing this party had a bigger house than Top, and it was still packed with people. I even spotted a few of the Pogue kids hanging around outside with Sarah. As I stepped into the backyard, I sent them a wave and a small smile. I didn't have time to talk with them as much as Sarah, but from what she told me, they're really nice people. I was never one to judge when it came to anyone on the island. I followed Top to our usual group of friends that, yes unfortunately, included Rafe. My throat got caught up with my own anxiety before I could even spot him. But he wasn't that hard to spot anyway. Standing there with a white button up half open and cargo shorts, his hair flopping in front of his face, and a charming smile that made me go weak. I definitely need to tell him to smile more.

As we walked up, that smile faltered. He brought his cup to his lips to hide his distain, his eyes laid on Topper's hand on my back and continued down my bare legs in the summer heat. I caught his vein filled hands grasp harder onto the Solo cup, afraid it would break. I'm sure he could tell it was just as hard for me to look at him like this, chest exposed with a slight sheen and pecks on full display. His hard jawline enhanced by his soft features.

"Hey what's up party man?" Kelce cheered. He immediately gave us two drinks of some concoction, most likely vodka with a mixture of juices. It was heavy on the vodka. I took a big gulp to get my nerves down, the Kook king still eyeing me without breaking contact. Topper laughed at me, rubbing my back.

"It's only your first drink babe, maybe slow down yeah?" He whispered in my ear, moving a piece of my hair out of my face. The heat in my cheeks rise, my eyes quickly looking over at Rafe's face. It's as if it set a blaze in him and he told our group he'd be in the kitchen getting another drink. I was always afraid when he left the group during a party. I knew about his past with drugs, hell, I was a part of it. Since I grew up around Sarah, I also grew up with her family and their messes. The money, the drugs, the secrets they held. I never wanted him to get to that state again, and even though he has sworn up and down that he has remained sober, I knew addiction to be a monster. It could consume even the best of self disciplined people.

After about an hour of our group talking and drinking, I still noticed Rafe wasn't back and it was worrying me. My leg began to jump uncontrollably and my hands got clammy. Topper had noticed me wipe them on my dress and asked if I was okay. I nodded sweetly and said, "I think the alcohol is getting to me, I'm going to the bathroom to just freshen up." It's the bathroom excuse, it's always the bathroom excuse.

I got up and walked through the kitchen, getting a water to calm my alcoholic nerves down. Barely anyone was in this part of the house since most of the alcohol was outside already, so I plopped down on the counter looking down at my elevated feet. After a few seconds I felt a presence and a set of eyes staring at me. The only thing I could do was stare back with a defeated face. He walked up closer to me and stood with his back leaning up against the island in front of me. He raised his shoulders, as if a way to say 'I don't know what to do either'.

"You haven't been over in a week." He says lowly.

"You know why."

"Okay, I do." He pushed himself off, his arms on now both sides of my thighs, dangerously close to touching them. Our proximity diminished, I could feel him on me even when he wasn't touching me. "But I need you to say it. I need to know you think about me the same way I think of you, that when you close your eyes all you see is me, that you want to touch and kiss me as badly as I want to do to you right now." I felt Rafe's thumb lightly graze my outer thigh, not in a sexual way, but a comforting way. In a way that he's trying to make me feel comfortable enough to confess that I do. I'm sure I do a million times more than he does.

"I can't." I whispered. He looked behind him a few times to make sure no one was around, it was dead.

"Nobody can hear you. It's just us."

I jumped off the counter. "There is no us Rafe. There isn't one now, and there can't be. I can't hurt Topper." I walked off, my heart beating so fast I could feel it in my feet. I finally found a long staircase and I let it lead me to a random guest room and let out the biggest exhale. My shoulders and neck felt heavy, the weight of my feelings + Rafe's + Topper's. It was all too much.

I heard heavy footsteps rounding the staircase and into the room. He was the most relentless driven human I had ever met. But maybe that was the quality I loved most. He never gave up on his sobriety, he never gave up on making his family better...he never gave up on me. I just didn't know it then. Right now was not the right time for this though and he just didn't seem to grasp that he was pining after his best friends girl and his sisters best friend.

"Rafe leave me alone!" I shouted covering my tear filled eyes.

"I need to hear you say it and when you do, I'll go. I'll go down there and break my heart while watching you kiss my best friend. I'll let myself slip into agony as the days go on without you, because I want you. And I intend to have you one day. I will wait for you, that is a damn promise Y/N. I just need you to say it now." He grabbed my wrists and removed them from my eyes, his burning a whole into mine. He was searching for some kind of answer for me to give him, but I could never in good faith make a man wait for me, when I am definitely no one to wait for. As I opened my mouth to object, the door to the room slammed shut and I heard a jumble outside. I released myself from him and ran to the door trying to jiggle it open but no luck.

"Sorry Y/N." I huffed and hit the door with my fist.

"Sarah! What are you doing?!"

"I'm not letting you out until you two talk it out."

"Talk what out? There's nothing to talk about!" I began trying to open the door once more.

"You don't have to lie to me anymore okay I know. I know that you're in love with my brother. I've seen it everyday since we've met. Please, just talk it out for the good of everyone else." She pleaded. I could hear in her voice she wanted this probably as much as Rafe did. Like brother like sister.

I stopped fighting and I marched over to his tall figure. "You want to hear me say it, fine. I love you. You are all my desires, you are my moon that guides me and moves me. You are simply everything I've ever wanted personified. I have never grieved over someone as much as I have you. Rafe Cameron you are my fears, my successes, my good days and my bad days and I want you. I want you in every way. You occupy every inch of my mind giving me no space for anything else because to me, nothing else matters enough for me to remember except every aspect of you! I've loved you for years and I know I'm going to keep loving you." I huffed. In a swift motion, almost too fast for me to understand, he grabbed me by the waist and held me against his chest. I felt his heart rapidly beating, matching the speed of mine. I was out of breath, but his touch instantly gave me a refresh. I just let myself sink into him, finally letting the emotions I had been harboring inside out. His hand combed over my hair, letting his fingers linger on the nape of my neck.

"I promised I would do everything I said, but we don't have to do that to ourselves Y/N. If this is what you want, let me give it to you." His voice soft, like the beginning of a rain shower.

"I can't do that to-"

"I don't care what he wants, what your friends want, or even what I want. What do you want?" The rain shower force now coming through his words.

"It doesn't matter what I want! Whatever I choose, someone's going to get hurt!"

"So you'd rather hurt yourself everyday than let yourself be happy?" Wasn't so much a question, more of an accusation. "For the time I've known you that's all you've ever done. You've only cared for others but never had the same affection towards yourself. Give yourself love, give yourself care. That's how I got through my sobriety."

I finally looked up into his eyes. Knowing the strong man he was through those times really did inspire me from afar. I always wished I could be that strong to love myself enough to get what I wanted. In Rafe's case, he wanted to be sober for himself and his family. It seems so selfish to me that all I wanted was love, it seemed so minuscule compared to any other big problem.

"It's selfish Rafe. It's so selfish of me." I cried.

"I learned it's also okay to be selfish sometimes. You can be the most caring person, but it truly takes a toll when you don't give some of that to yourself. It's selfish, but the good kind."

"There's a good kind?" He laughed and held his hand above my cheek. His eyes followed from my brows to my lips, taking it every curve and shape for his memory. His nose came and budged against mine and then his lips touched mine. My head filled with doves and love songs and every good thing I had ever experienced. I wanted to live in his moment forever. My arms fell limp by his sides as he held me against him. After a few seconds he pulled away, and his eyes found mine again.

"Let's do this, the right way this time. Not just you watching me from a distance." I slapped his arm playfully as he laughed again. "Don't worry I was watching you too."

"I'll talk to Topper." He nodded, giving my forehead a lingering kiss and we walked towards the door. And Sarah was waiting there, anticipation painted in her furrowed brows.

1 month later

We were at the Cameron house, all of the family outside by the pool setting up for a sunset dinner. Rafe's arm around my shoulders as we sat on their hammock. He swayed us back and fourth quietly, leaving quick kisses every now and then. I could feel him admire me and take in the woman he had so loved all those years, now finally his. And I the same.

The talk with Topper of course wasn't easy. He didn't take it the lightest. It was the first time I truly saw Topper cry. The heartbreak was clear as water. I cried with him. I really did wish I could've loved him in any way I could, but that's something I had to teach myself when I broke it off. That you can't force anything. It only prolongs pain. And I also learned, I can't blame myself for every bad thing I do. That's something Rafe taught me.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I asked sweetly.

"Anything."

"When did you tell Sarah about your feelings? I mean she locked me in a room with you, she had to have conspired with you that night a month ago right?"

He chuckled to himself, a slight flashback of the conversation with Sarah playing his brain as he watched the sun finally set.

Flashback to that night...Rafe's POV

I found myself an unoccupied part of the house with an empty cup and a a slight buzz. I squeezed the cup so hard it broke, and threw it harshly at the wall in front of me. I began to pant and I paced my breathing to slow down my anger.

"Whoa tiger, don't wreck this house it's not ours." Her voice can be so annoying sometimes.

"Go away Sarah." I ordered, but she only came in front of me and picked up the busted cup.

"No, I'm going to talk and for once you're going to listen." I shook my head. "I know you love Y/N."

"W-what...what, why do you even think that." My fingers came up to my temple and tapped beside my head.

"I've watched it since we were kids Rafe. I only pushed her to be with other guys because you weren't stepping up, and you don't usually talk about your feelings." She explained matter-of-factly.

"Sarah, she's with Topper now okay. And she's happy. Just let her be and stop meddling."

"You can't just walk away from this! It's only going to get harder on you two. I hate it when you're selfish, but this is the one time I'm asking you to be for the sake of my best friends happiness!"

My jaw locked and my eyes looked everywhere but her. She was right. She was right on every level.

"I know you don't want to see her stay with your best friend and possibly eventually marry him. So go talk some sense into her and give you and her some peace. I'll even hold the door!" A small laugh came out, and my shoulders loosened up at that.

"Besides, she's always loved you more."

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I am really slumped on story ideas for Rafe Cameron, please (i’m begging) send me requests and things you would want to read from me whether it’s about ‘Love You More pt 2′ or any other storyline. <3

[loverdrew]

hey! could you do a part two of your last imagine with rafe? thank you!

aw yes I would love to! im coming up with ideas for it this week (:

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DREW STARKEY as RAFE CAMERON

OUTER BANKS (2020–) | 1.04

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he looks like such an asshole here, it’s so hot

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WHY AM I BECOMING MORE ATTRACTED TO HIM

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come to the dark side baby

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Love You More | r.c

I love him, but I’ll always love you more. - Lyrics by Ashley Kutcher

1 year ago…

 I watched them play from a distance, my heart shattering at every movement. Her skin glistening with ease, and his muscles rippling. I stayed near the shoreline sitting on a lawn chair, my sunglasses just low enough to see everything in clear view but hide my distain. Sarah was talking nonstop about John B in my right ear, and I nodded along as if any of it made a difference to me. I love Sarah, she’s been my best friend since we were younger, but hearing about how she got the guy only made this moment hurt that much more. She had no idea, no one did, about the love I had for the one and only Kook king. And there he was, water fighting with another beautiful blonde that he always seemed to attract. 

I knew I was wrong for him from a young age. I knew I would never catch his eye. So for years I’ve tried to grow into the woman I wanted to be. If I couldn’t get the attention from the guy I wanted, why not the rest of the Kooks on the island. Sarah and I were a package deal; if one was there, so was the other. Parties, midsummer, school, etc. We both got much attention, some we liked and some we didn’t, but Sarah still went after the guys that had shown interest in her. I never did. The question always came up, ‘Why don’t you go out with him?’ when referring to anyone who asked me out. I would shrug and say I didn’t like them like that. It confused her. As a best friend you want your girl to be happy with another person, but no one could compete with him. He took my breath away. He was my living version of poetry. 

“Y/N!” Sarah shook me. I jumped slightly at her hands on my arm. The book I held up to block their view of me fell on the sand. I shook it off with a sigh.

“What Sarah?”

“I knew you weren’t listening.” 

I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Look I’m sorry, seems like I got lost in my book.”

“I was just telling you John B is coming by to get me so we can hang out, is it okay if you’re here by yourself?”

I thought about it. Maybe it would be. I could wallow in my self pity or I could leave and go somewhere by myself. Now that Sarah wouldn’t be with me, they wouldn’t care. He only cared when it came to Sarah since she was his responsibility.

“It’s fine, Topper and Kelce are here too.” I gave her a small smile. She got up and hugged my hug laying her head on top of mine.

“Love you. I’ll tell you what happens later!” And she started running to the front of her house before anyone could tell her to stop.

 When I turned my attention back to the open ocean, he still wasn’t paying any attention to my direction. I brought my book back up to its place and mindlessly read the words. My distraction soon was pulled down from my face, revealing a standing Topper who was dripping wet. I swatted his hand away.

“Ew top, now my book is going to be all wet.” I shook the pages. He only chuckled.

“Where’d Sarah go?” I gave him a side eye.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I still care about her Y/N. Despite everything, I care if she’s safe. Same as you.”

“You know it’s not the same.”

He sat in Sarah’s old seat, leaning over to close the gap between us.

“Since we’re alone, can I tell you a secret?” He looked around to make sure we truly were alone.

“I love a good secret.” I said sarcastically, laying my book down on my legs.

He locked eyes with me and licked his lips. I found his fingers playing with each other. He was nervous.

“Topper what’s wrong?”

“You just said it’s not the same between you and Sarah, but Y/N you’re wrong.”

I sat there with furrowed eyebrows.

“When we met in 9th grade, I didn’t just see you as my new friend. I saw you as the cutest high schooler I had ever seen. I had known Sarah for a little bit and I would talk to her about my feelings for you. She always told me how reserved you were about dating. And through talking to her about you, I found I had some feelings for Sarah too. If I’m being honest, it was easier with her. But, I don’t want easy. If that’s what it takes to be with you, I promise you, I’ll show you why I can make you happy. It sounds like you’re a second choice but trust me, you were always the first.” He poured it all out while looking at the ground. My throat felt like it was closing, and my brain would explode from the pounding. 

I huffed out some air I didn’t know I was holding in.

My eyes shot to the playing couple in the water, his arms wrapping around her, her laugh echoing back to me. I held back tears as I looked back to Topper.

My head and heart finally had the same answer: Why not?

So, I put my hand over Topper’s and gave a tight lipped smile.

“Okay.” I told him. He smiled wide, gripping my hand back.

 Today…

There was a party happening once again at Topper’s house. I swear his parents go on business trips just for him to have parties. The pool lit up the night air, music blasting so loud you could feel it in the walls. It seems everyone from our side of the island were here. Some kissing, some doing drugs and drinking, some running off to do who knows what. 

 I stood outside on his porch, Top’s arm around my shoulders. He whispers the sweetest words of ‘you look beautiful’ and ‘I’m so happy you’re here with me’. Sarah’s standing in front of us laughing at something one of our friends said in our circle. When I told her the day after Topper confessed his feelings, she was more than happy. She remembered his feelings for me and said it was mainly why they broke up, that and the John B situation of course. She had a theory that he wasn’t as upset about it because part of him always longed for me anyway. She was just happy I was finally dating.

 It took some adjusting. I started to see the good in Topper. He would open doors for me, always paid for our meal even after I offer, bought me books to fill up my shelves, watered my plants if I fell asleep and forgot. He was thoughtful, kind, and actually very funny. He was everything good I wanted in a guy, everything I wished he could be. It never compared.

I felt eyes around me all the time, someone’s in particular.

Since he and Topper were best friends, any time I met up with Top, he’d be there. His eyes never use to gaze at me for more than 2 seconds, but now he would stare at me shamelessly without stopping, even when I caught him. Instead of giving me a slight nod any time he said hi to me, I just cocked his head in the opposite direction. His aura became cold around me. You would think that would make the love I have for him go away, especially in this new relationship. But it only made me question everything. What could I have possibly done to bring such distain from him.

 At the party, I scanned the backyard for any sign of his presence. He was nowhere to be found. I sighed and took a gulp of whatever jungle juice someone probably concocted in their bathroom. It burned, but at least it helped me forget.

We continued to talk amongst ourselves, when suddenly everyone got loud. I instantly looked up and saw the man of the hour. His hair masked by a backwards cap, his standard polo and tan shorts. He shook all the guy’s hands and hugged Topper. He only nodded to Sarah and I when I realized, he wasn’t alone. 

Attached his side, hanging off his arm, was the same blonde from a year ago. I never expected her to be a regular but somehow, she got the king wrapped around her finger. I quickly turned my body 180 and chugged the rest of my drink before anyone could see. This wasn’t just a burn but a stone that now sank to the body of my stomach. My heartbeat instantly picked up as I felt tears prickling the sides of my eyes. I tapped Sarah telling her I was going to use the bathroom real quick and get some air by myself. It was common knowledge between us that sometimes parties made up anxious, so she understood and let me go, telling me to text her if I needed her.

 I sneaked away without a trace, using the stairs to go into Topper’s room. There I knew I would be alone. Once inside his bathroom I locked the door with a loud bang and sank onto the floor. My hand fell over my heart feeling the beats, understanding that this moment was real. Not a fever dream or a bad nightmare, but a real moment in time. It grounded me in reality but didn’t make reality better. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. A small but audible groan escaped my mouth. Since no one was even upstairs absolutely no one could hear. So I could cry in agony in peace.

 When I started dating Topper, I thought all my troubles would disappear. I thought I would forget the world that I once lived in surrounded by the Kook king. I thought I would forget the days in the pool when he would teach me tricks on how to swim when I was 12. I thought I would forget when I had my period at the Cameron residence, and he slid a pad under the door without a word because I forgot some at my house. I thought I would forget the one day he showed me physical care by carrying me bridal style up the stairs to Sarah’s room when I fell asleep one their couch at 14. He was not my biggest fan, but he showed he cared. It only made me gush at him more. When Topper first took me on a date, I had to stare out the window a few times to regain my focus and stop picturing his face on Topper’s body. When I first kissed Top, all I felt was his lips on mine and it almost made me want to kiss Topper more. Every aspect our relationship has been me imagining how it would be if it was him instead. It never felt completely real. I couldn’t give up that piece of my heart no matter how badly I needed to.

 I felt two taps on the bathroom door suddenly that pulled me out of my trance. I continued to stay quiet and maybe that person would go away. It scared me thinking it was Topper and I’d have to explain why I was crying and grieving over his best friend and his new girlfriend, or that it would be Sarah and I’d have to tell her I’ve always been secretly in love with her older brother. But 2 more knocks came without a voice. I groaned and quickly stood up. I wiped the remaining tears on my face and just accepted that whoever it was would know I was crying.

 As I stepped out of the bathroom, I ran into a broad chest. Too familiar. My heart stopped.

 I tried to keep my stare at his chest because the second I looked up I’d be brought in by those stupid blue eyes. I couldn’t let it happen, I have a pair waiting for me downstairs probably worried about where I’ve gone.

 “Why’d you run away.” It wasn’t much of a question, more so a way of demanding an answer. That’s how he always got what he wanted.

“I threw up. Whoever made that jungle juice was heavy handed.” I still didn’t dare to look up and instead side swiped him and headed for the bedroom door. He easily gripped my arm, holding me back.

“I got up here as you closed the door, I heard nothing. Now can you tell me why you ran away and cried?” 

I shoved his hand away from me and decided to walk towards Topper’s balcony.

“Leave me alone Rafe.” I said annoyed like a child. I felt his presence follow me.

“Not until you tell me who made you cry.” I fake laughed at him, so incredibly oblivious to the situation at hand.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. They’re not worth my tears, I know that now.” I still couldn’t stare back at him, so the stars would have to do. But the stars in the sky could never compare to the ones in his eyes.

“So I’m not worth it?”

He said it so bluntly and harshly, as if he’s known all along. This time I finally faced him. How dare he challenge me. How dare he follow me and demand answers to something he clearly already knows. 

“I don’t know what you mean by that. Since it seems you already know something, tell me.” I crossed my arms.

“The second I came in you left with tears in your eyes. How was I not supposed to pick up on it?” He crossed his own arms. Both of us showing how closed off we are.

“I don’t know Rafe you don’t pick up on 99% of shit that goes down around you!” He chuckled at me looking away.

“I pick up on a ton of shit Y/N.”

“Oh then please grace me with your knowledge.”

“Fine. I picked up on when you were struggling in math in 8th grade, so I snuck some flashcards into your backpack that I used that year, you thought they were Sarah’s. I picked up on when your dog Daisy died because you came over to our house and your jacket wasn’t covered in dog hairs. I have watched you every day for almost 10 years, enough to know that you feel something toward me that isn’t just being your best friend’s brother. That’s why you never dated anyone or even talked about another guy because there never were other guys. There was only me.” He had walked up to me, so close our noses were almost touching and he stared at me with those damn blue eyes. I was lost at sea. I had no words. Typical, he always took me breath away. But this time it was different. I would’ve never guessed in a million years that Rafe Cameron paid attention to me in any capacity. How could he capture all of those details in the .2 seconds he would stare at me when I walked in the door.

“There were so many times you weren’t looking when I was. So many times you slept over and Sarah’s door was open and I passed by just watching at you. You were like art.” His fingers traced my cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind my ears, his eyes never leaving mine. It almost felt like he was getting closer.

“Tell me, why are you dating Topper.” Another command.

“Because you’re with her.” He shook his head a few times, his lips becoming tight in a line.

“I won’t be, if I can be with you.”

Tears began appearing in my eyes again. It had been everything I’d ever wanted to hear from him for almost 10 years. But not this way. Not at the expense of someone else’s feelings. I will not ruin a friendship for a man.

“Rafe, I can’t give him all of me, you still have every part of me.” My hand fell on his and he squeezed harder. “But, I can’t do that to Topper.”

His hand dropped and he slightly backed away, almost in shock that I rejected his advance.

“I want it to be you, I’ve always wanted it to be you. But it’s Topper, I can’t do that to him. You can’t do that to him, he’s your best friend.” I think in some part of his brain he never considered his friendship with Topper crumbling if he and I ever got together. He had been so selfish with me that he never thought of anyone else. I should feel good about that, but now it just feels awful. Especially if Topper found out I had been practically lying to him for our whole relationship. 

“He treats me really good Rafe. He’s a great guy. He doesn’t deserve that after what happened with Sarah. I don’t want to be the next girl that hurts him.” Rafe is backing away more in an effort to hide his tears from me, but I pick up on stuff too. 

“N-no you’re right I just…I didn’t think of that…” His hands cup the sides of his head.

I stride to him placing my hands on his cheeks, both of our tears mixing in our hands.

“I like him, but I’ll always love you more. It just can’t be.”

I rushed out of the room before I could do something I would regret. I left him in his best friends room to grapple with the new found feelings and information. I knew Rafe would go on a rampage later in order to let out his anger, I would just hope none of it is aimed at Topper. 

 But as for now, I had to stay where I was. I had to keep the peace. No matter my own feelings.

[loverdrew]

Been a long time tumblr!!! Since graduating college, I would love to get back into writing but adding a new character to that list so as of today I will mainly be writing for Rafe Cameron from Outer Banks!! Please sent requests if you have any! i’ll hopefully have a full imagine out by the end of the week ☺️

[collecting-stories]

POV: your camera roll but you’re dating Rafe Cameron 💵🔫☠️

[futuremrsstarkey]

POV: Your camera roll if you were dating drew

[mercy-burning]

Cold Feet

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After receiving a letter from an old flame just days away from her wedding, Reader wonders if she should call it all off. —Inspired by the song Cold Feet by Tenille Arts Category: Angst (happy ending) Content Warnings: An almost kiss that isn’t with Reader’s fiancé, and blink and you’ll miss it implied smut Word Count: 1.7k

MASTERLIST | Alternate Version/Ending of Cold Feet

NOTE: When @meganskane announced her 700 follower celebration I just knew this idea would be the perfect way to implement one of the prompts she gave! The one I chose is “quit looking at me like that” ❤

Also! Fun fact: this song opens with “they’re all set to go on the 18th of June”, and that’s today, so it’s festive 😊)

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She should be happily wrapped in a dream, Dying to kiss him and put on his ring. So why is she walking alone after midnight, Down a small town street, with cold feet?

Y/N is currently finding it difficult to breathe.

It was easier a couple days ago when she knew exactly what she wanted. Her husband-to-be was more than excited to marry her, and she’d reciprocated that feeling entirely. Everything was ready to go. Truthfully, they could have gotten married right this second if that’s what they wanted, that’s how ready to go they were.

But now? She was questioning everything.

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[loverdrew]

THE TWIST, I have never been so blindsided but I loved it so much.

[hazofmyheart]

I Swear to God I Never Fall in Love

Summary | It’s complicated. Your best friend is dating her ex’s best mate, Harrison, leaving tension between you and Tom. You’re supposed to hate him. But how can you with his boyish charms and those sweet brown eyes that make your heart pound just by looking at them?

Pairing | frat!tom holland x reader

Warnings | alcohol, this is hella angsty but it ends in some soft smut 18+

WC | 19k

A/N | back at it with the super long titles again. this fic has been a long time coming and I’m super excited to finally share it! I’d love to know your thoughts? drop me an ask or reblog :) hopefully the length doesn’t deter you from giving this a chance. this one shot is brought to you by my ex’s best friend — Machine Gun Kelly & blackbear. I swear I listened to it at least 200 times while writing this. Also this is not your typical frat boy tom..he’s a bit of a softie hehe

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[loverdrew]

A story has never made me sweat so hard…in a good way! wonderfully written about one of my favorite tropes❤️