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Dylan Sprayberry with his girlfriend Samantha Logan 

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FROY GUTIERREZ Cruel Summer › 1.02, “A Smashing Good Time” (2021)

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To love when loss is inevitable; that’s how you know life is worth living for.

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TOM HOLLAND in UNCHARTED 2022 | dir. Ruben Fleischer

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cody christian and dylan sprayberry as theo and liam in teen wolf 6x09: memory found

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Dylan Sprayberry for DA MAN Magazine.

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Dylan Sprayberry as Carter West in The Row (2018)

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Cody Christian as Asher Adams in All American🫶

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Soulmate

kaz brekker x reader - soulmate

summary/request: “i don’t know if this has been done yet, but what about a kaz brekker soulmate au where the first time your soulmate touches you you get a colored mark on your skin. imagine the pining that ensues when kaz can’t touch them not only because of his trauma but also because he’s afraid that they’re not his soulmate. then maybe one day his skin comes into contact with hers by accident, maybe during a heist? o: thank you if you decide to do this!”

warnings: violence, gore, typical six of crows stuff, language

word count: 2.4k

A/N: I loved this prompt so much that I also added in a bit of Kaz x best friend!reader

Maybe it was the nihilist within him, but Kaz hated the colored marks on others' skin, signifying they’d met their match. It seemed as though everyone within the world was obsessed with touch, desperate to discover who they were destined to be with. Kaz felt alone like a hermit living deep within the woods, disconnected from the world bustling around him.

His whole life he’d run from the idea of gods or Saints, from the concept of destiny. Kaz delicately forged a world around himself where he was his own God, serving and bowing down to only himself. The fact that people were actively attempting to discover their pre-set future was unfathomable. Even Jesper and Inej were fascinated with the idea of their other halves, debating on what color would eventually be splayed upon their skin. Y/N seemed to be rather neutral on the subject. She wasn’t obsessed with the idea of finding her perfect match, but her gaze lingering on others’ colored marks caught Kaz’s attention.

Occasionally he wondered if perhaps Y/N was his other half, the person who would make him whole. But he always pushed those thoughts away into the darkest corner of his mind, refusing to think about them any further. Y/N was his best friend, confidant, second in command - he couldn’t let stupid feelings ruin it.

But it left him curious, and if he was being honest - terrified. He wanted it to be her, really wanted it. Of all the people in the world, if he was destined to be with one, he’d be truly happy if it was her. But the thought of “what if she isn’t?” always lingered in his mind. The thought of her leaving him made Kaz feel violently ill. So he took extreme precautions, guaranteeing he’d never touch her skin. If he didn’t uncover the truth, then he could happily live in peace.

Kaz couldn’t exactly ignore how well they worked together. Everything between them felt effortless and that had kept them alive multiple times. It was why Kaz chose to bring her as his second on challenging jobs, like the one now.

Together the duo walked down the twilit street and stopped in front of the grandiose chapel built to honor Ghezen. The outside was stone with white marble accents and big oak doors to match. Growing up, Kaz had always marveled at those doors, traced his grimey fingers over the carvings of large Kerch merchant ships, struggling amongst the rough waves of the True Sea. And then from above, the heavens were depicted, shining the light of Ghezen’s blessings upon the ships, granting them good fortune and trade.

As a young boy, Kaz would have traded practically everything to become one of those wealthy merchers. He’d idolized the chapel, right up until that fateful night where he realized the world was unnecessarily cruel. As he aged, he realized the hypocrisy, taking note that this Ghezen seemed to only bless those already gifted with innumerable riches. Where was Ghezen when the gutter rats of the Barrel needed luck, fortune, and coin? Nowhere. So Kaz came to the conclusion that there was no God to serve, other than oneself.

“How much kruge do you think this place cost?” Kaz asked, voice cutting sharply through the night air as he glanced over his shoulder at Y/N.

Her face was hardly illuminated in the moonlight, but he could still see her eyes slowly scan the building. “I don’t know Kaz, I’m not in the business of building things.”

“A ludicrous amount.”

“I’d agree with that.”

“Just thrown away…. Think of how many of the kids in the Barrel could have been fed with those funds? But instead, they build a temple to a god in hopes said deity will only line their pockets more.” Kaz practically snarled, fury ablaze in his chest.

To anyone else, his comment would have been deemed as odd. But Y/N knew of Kaz’s little, secret acts of kindness. Nothing about Kaz seemed to get past her hawk-like eyes. When trays of excess food disappeared from the kitchen, she had tracked down Kaz to where he had been standing outside, a group of little children surrounding him. Y/N joined him, aiding in handing out the Dregs’ excess food. She was the only one that knew and had physically seen the good part of Kaz emerge. She didn’t tell a soul. Kaz knew Per Haskell would have his head for giving out luxuries like good food, but he couldn’t help himself. In those children, desperate and hungry, he saw himself. He saw Jordie.

“Then we’ll rob them silly and do it ourselves, right?” Y/N replied, stepping up beside Kaz proudly with a wild gleam in her eye.

“Right.”

“Together?”

“Always.”

With a deep sigh, Kaz trudged forward and ran his gloved fingers over the elaborate engravings before pushing the double wooden doors open. Y/N fell into step behind him as they entered the dark entryway of the chapel. It seemed haunting, being in a sacred place at midnight with weapons in their hands. The white marble floor beneath them reverberated the sounds of their footsteps around the small room.

Kaz paused before the next set of doors that led directly into the main chapel area. This set was gilded with gold decorations - ships, fish, even a golden Ghezen. But that wasn’t what bothered Kaz. It was the unsettling silence, the type that smothered you like a woolen blanket. The feeling that something was wrong settled itself deep into Kaz’s bones.

Pushing open the doors, the holy room inside resembled more of a battlefield. Men sitting in pews were slouched over, blood trickling from their heads. Others lay on the floors, eyes wide and open, staring at the golden heavenly clouds painted on the ceiling overhead. A putrid stench hung in the air, a wretched mixture of iron smell of blood and the beginnings of rot. Kaz could practically taste the death lingering in the air.

“Holy shit.” Y/N muttered, stepping up beside Kaz and pinching her nose shut. “What happened?”

“Someone got here before us.” Kaz sternly responded, his jaw clenching.

This was not how the job was supposed to go. When first proposed, it sounded as simple as a high paying job could be. Kaz was hired to go into the Chapel on Thursday night when a group of sailors always went to pray before their next trip. Just shake them up a little, persuade them to not use their usual trade route. Certainly not find them all dead.

“Who all knew? Someone must have leaked.”

“Jesper.”

Beside him, Y/N gasped and stared up at Kaz, nearly looking offended. “Jesper? He wouldn’t, he’s loyal to you. You know that.”

“He is loyal. Until the weight of his gambling debts begins to crush him. Then there’s little slips, here or there, nothing serious - more for show than anything else. But those little slips allow people to decipher my plans.” Kaz tightened the grip on his cane and stepped forward, feet landing in the pool of blood.

“Really?”

“Don’t be so shocked. Have you ever wondered why you’re always my second? No one is loyal like you are.”

Y/N drew in a deep ragged breath and then followed Kaz as he carefully made his way through the sea of corpses. It was all so odd to Kaz, the way someone would go out of their way to ruin a job for him. A job that wasn’t even that important to begin with. There was something off, something more as to why they would do this.

“Stay behind me,” he whispered and began his process of double checking.

Poking the end of his cane into the bulletwound of one corpse, a squelching sound came from the body as more blood pooled. Dead. With his foot, he swiftly gave a kick to another corpse. No response - dead.

“Dead?” Y/N questioned, nervously twirling the revolver in her hand.

“Dead.”

Looking around at the other bodies, Kaz silently wished there was at least one survivor amongst the death. Someone he could question, discover who’s crimes these were. But it’d take too long to check all the bodies himself. Quickly, he turned to face Y/N who looked slightly queasy, and removed one of his gloves.

He held the black fabric out in the space between them. Shock flooded Y/N’s features as her eyes flickered between the glove and Kaz’s solemn face.

“Take it?”

“What… why?” Kaz could tell the girl was cautious, staring at the glove as though it were a piece of Kaz himself.

“Whoever pulled off this shit wanted to fuck with me. I have no clue what their motives are. For all I know, they could want me dead. We need to check to make sure everyone’s dead.”

“And I need the glove because…?”

“They could have sprinkled poison over the skin, hoping we’d pick it up.”

Y/N’s eyes grew wide again and her gaze flickered down to the dead men lying at her feet. “How do you know?”

“I don’t know. But it’s the type of thing that I’d consider.” Kaz coolly replied, jerking the glove again in a gesture for her to take it.

With shaky fingers, Y/N reached out and plucked the glove from his grasp, holding the edge pinched between two of her fingers. Kaz almost chuckled at how she held the object as though it were a monster.

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t bite.” he teased, one corner of his mouth quirking up.

Instantly, Y/N rolled her eyes and slipped on the glove, “Hardy har har - very funny.”

Kaz walked away with a smile on his face and gently kicked at corpses, watching closely for any signs of life.

“But don’t these have slits in the fingers? How would that work with poison?” Y/N asked, wiggling her covered fingers.

“No, you’re thinking of my sleight of hand gloves.” Kaz quickly corrected. It was odd, her wearing his glove, a few sizes too big, as she leaned down to poke a corpse. Pondering the feelings in his mind, Kaz decided there was something delightful in the nearly uncomfortable intimacy of seeing Y/N wearing a piece of his second skin - his glove.

“You have multiple pairs of gloves?”

“One set for every occasion.”

“Of course you do,” she muttered under her breath.

Together they worked in silence, nudging corpses and cautiously watching one another’s back. Kaz never strayed far, instead staying relatively close so he could keep an eye on her. In a room filled with death and darkness, Y/N’s presence made the air feel a bit lighter.

Kaz kicked the last corpse in anger, a sickening crunch filling the silence. “Damn it.”

“What now?” Y/N asked, but both froze when a loud creak of floorboards came from a closed hallway.

Their gazes met, both fearfully questioning the sound they’d just heard. Y/N’s eyes softly flickered across Kaz’s face, tracing all the sharp lines. He held up a bare finger, signaling to keep her quiet, as he adjusted the grip of his gloved hand on the cane.

“Brekker?” A deep voice called out, taunting as it drew closer. Kaz didn’t recognize the voice, but he did know that tone. Desperate for revenge.

Reaching out without a second thought, Kaz locked his bare fingers around Y/N’s wrist and drug her towards the entrance. He practically ran, hobbling along in his own way, dragging Y/N behind him. Typically Kaz wouldn’t shy from a fight, but walking into one blind, without any intelligence on his opponent, was purely idiotic. So he hurried back to the Slat, to safety.

The moment his foot crossed the threshold, exiting the Chapel, bullets rang out, zipping dangerously past his head. Swerving Kaz pulled Y/N down a dark, abandoned alleyway, hoping it’d link back up to a main road.

Their feet didn’t stop pounding the pavement until they arrived at the Slat, stumbling in through the open doors. Even then, Kaz’s fingers didn’t let go of Y/N’s wrist. There was something pleasant in the warmth of her skin and the way her heartbeat fluttered underneath his touch. It calmed his heart which hammered rapidly in his chest, panicked over the events that had played out that night.

Kaz let go of Y/N and instead ran his hand over his knee, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to wish away the bone deep pain. A sharp gasp from Y/N pulled him out of his thoughts and he glanced over at her, worry etched across his face.

Y/N’s eyes were filled with an expression that was hard to explain. It looked a lot like joy, followed by intense unwavering fear. It was complex and whirling like a storm. Her eyes gazed down at her wrist which she held midair, slowly rotating to see all sides. Across her wrist was a streak of pure black, almost like a smudge of soot tarnishing her skin. With trembling fingers, Y/N rubbed at the black color, scratching her nails against her skin. But the color didn’t fade or wipe away, it was permanent like a tattoo.

Kaz gaped at the mark, a deep dread settling itself into his stomach. It can’t be, he thought desperately. He’d seen soulmate marks a million times, but they’d never been black. People often fawned that their mark was blue - the color of their partner’s eyes, or green - like the forests they’d called home. Every color but black. But it made sense, Kaz realized. Black was their color - the color of the soot that hovered in the Ketterdam skies, the color of the clothing they both wore, the color of a crow’s feathers.

Drawing in a deep breath, he steadied himself before glancing down at his bare fingers. The tips were black, as though he’d dipped them into an ink pot. His hand looked dirty. The sight made the breath in his throat catch, stopping his racing heart for a moment.

Kaz glanced up at Y/N as he slowly moved his fingers in the cold air. She looked just as frightened, her entire body tensing as though she expected rejection. Staring into those beautiful eyes, he knew he couldn’t deny his destiny. It has always been there, in the form of her, just waiting for him to realize it, to accept it. For the first time, Kaz didn’t feel like running away, avoiding what was pre-set for him. Instead, he felt firmly rooted to the spot, relief flooding his body. He knew, he finally knew.

Kaz gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, “We’re soulmates.”

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I’d Come For You

kaz brekker x reader - i’d come for you

summary/request: “YOUR X READER MATYR IS LITERALLY MY MOST FAVORITE THING and I absolutely adore the way you write kaz!! May I request a Kaz x fem!reader where they have a relationship and the reader is very ok with Kaz’s boundaries and doesn’t ask for more if he’s not ready to give it but she’s needed for a mission, maybe because the people trust her more because she has a trustworthy face etc and Kaz is ofc very against it but when he sees her in action, he’s surprised by how good at she is and even the main crew love her? If not that’s ok lolol”

warnings: language, mentions of blood, torture, kaz being a bit softer than usual

word count: 2.6k

Among the Dregs it was unsaid, but Kaz was hers and Y/N was his. It was a known fact, engraved in stone. They were attached at the hip constantly, except for when it came to jobs. That was when Y/N was left behind to stay at the Slat, while Kaz ventured out with his Crows.

As difficult as it was, Kaz was vehemently stubborn when it came to separating his work and his personal life. To everyone else, it seemed like an unusual move. Y/N lived at the Slat, just like every other Dreg, with the exception that she did live with Kaz. To Kaz, it was purely logical. Being the Bastard of the Barrel meant little room for mistakes and no room for weakness. And love was purely that - a weakness. Y/N had Kaz wrapped around her finger, forever willing to do her bidding. The boy knew that if someone wanted to bring him to his knees, they’d go through her. After all, it’s what he would do.

The solution was simple: separate her from his work. The rules were laid out clear, and reluctantly abided by: no joining in on jobs and no leaving the Slat without Kaz or Jesper. Although heavily restrictive, it did its job. Y/N remained safe. Kaz knew those hours where he was away on a heist, was torture for the girl. The knowledge ate away at him everytime he was away.

But Saints, was returning to her worth the unease. With her, everything felt effortless. Y/N loved him - imperfections and all. Never once did she question Kaz when he was silent, trying to search for the correct way to translate his feelings to words. She never pushed him when it came to touch, silently understanding that he just couldn’t bring himself to, no matter how much he wanted it.

To Kaz, Y/N was a perfect escape from the world around him. An escape from the horrors of the Barrel, from the responsibilities that weighed so heavily on his shoulders. With her, he could simply relax and enjoy her company, everything from comfortable silence to staying up all night chatting. Y/N was a little slice of paradise within a cruel world.

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A vast blueprint was laid upon the table before Kaz. He leaned over it, palms splayed out on either side, as his eyes searched the layout, slowly formulating a plan in his mind. Their chosen route of escape was played over and over again within his mind. Something just wasn’t right.

“We need to get past these guards, without triggering the alarms.” Jesper stated, pointing to a door on the blueprint.

“That’s the thing,” Kaz groaned, looking up at his Crows which were situated around the table, “the guards will recognize all of us. We need someone fresh.”

“We could ask one of the Dregs to join us - Rotty maybe?” Inej questioned, her eyes examining the blueprint as well.

Kaz took a step away from the table and folded his arms over his chest, “No, this is too high stakes.”

“I could do it.” Y/N quietly commented.

Kaz whipped his head around, staring at the girl that at some point had walked up behind him. He’d grown so used to her constant presence that he hardly noticed when she walked up next to him. She felt like an extension of himself, always there.

“No, absolutely not.” Kaz muttered, stubbornly shaking his head.

“Seriously Kaz, think about it.” Y/N stepped in front of him and ran her fingers over the blueprint, “The guards wouldn’t recognize me. I’m exactly who you need on the job.”

Kaz clenched his jaw and sent the girl a glare. She was being stupid. They’d mutually agreed she’d never join in on a job.

Jesper raised an eyebrow dramatically, “She’s got a point. It would work.”

Of course they’d gang up on me. Kaz sternly glared at his friend, praying the boy would take it as a signal to back off.

“This isn’t up for discussion. My answer is no and that’s final.”

He could feel sets of eyes on him as he reached forward with trembling hands and rolled up the blueprint. Y/N’s safety was the one thing Kaz was not willing to barter with. He wouldn’t take the risk and he wouldn’t allow her to either. Tucking the blueprint under his arm, Kaz started to walk off towards his office but Y/N stepped into his path, hands up.

“Kaz can we talk about this?”

For a second he faltered, looking into Y/N’s intense eyes, but then he answered, “We agreed - no jobs.”

Brushing past Y/N, he marched up the staircase, determined to throw the girl off of her ridiculous idea. Soft footsteps echoed behind him, climbing the staircase as well. Kaz flung open the heavy door to his dimly lit office and retreated inside. The room was cluttered, as it always was when he was preparing for a heist. It reflected how his mind felt, a hectic mess of thoughts, feelings, and ideas. Collapsing into the chair behind his desk, Kaz stashed the blueprint away in a drawer.

The door to his office closed with a soft thud as Y/N stepped inside, her eyes carefully examining Kaz. She was waiting for him to calm down before resuming their argument. Like a puppet master, Y/N could delicately pull his strings, convince him to see her point of view once he’d had a second to cool his flaring temper.

“I want to help. You told me just last night how important this job was. I can do this, Kaz, just trust me.” Y/N’s statement was insistent, begging for a chance.

Kaz sighed and ran one gloved hand through his hair, “The job is not important.”

Y/N walked forward and leaned against Kaz’s desk, pointing an accusatory finger at him as she spoke, “Do not lie to me Kaz. You said last night this job is big, a boat load of kruge big. It’s worth the risks.”

“No amount of kruge is worth more than your life.” Kaz simply replied, but his voice was strained, raspy with emotion. Sitting up straighter in his chair, he clasped both hands over the crow’s head and appraised the girl.

She was fiery, her eyes passionately ablaze as she argued her case, “Saints Kaz, let me do something for once!” Y/N threw her hands into the air, animatedly moving them as she spoke, “You keep me holed up in here as though the moment I walk out that door someone would shoot me dead.”

Kaz abruptly rose from his chair and menacingly loomed over the girl, “You don’t get it. Men out there do want you dead. They want me and the little empire I’ve built to crumble. What’s the fastest way to bring a man to his knees?”

The question was open ended, sitting heavily in the air as Y/N fumbled for an answer. Unsatisfied with her silence, Kaz turned away with a tut and walked over to a window, overlooking the dark but lively streets of the city.

“You do it by finding his pressure points, his weakness. I’ve fought tooth and nail to exterminate every possible thing that could be used as leverage against me, except for you. Y/N, loving you is the only weakness I have.”

Kaz could barely make out their reflections in the dark window pane, but he could see her slowly approaching him. Glancing over his shoulder, their eyes met, silently trying to figure each other out.

Y/N’s voice was soft as she spoke, “We can’t hide away in here forever. I have to live Kaz.”

“They’d take you Y/N, keep you as ransom, torture or…” Kaz’s voice trailed off as he turned to face her. His chest felt heavy with the burden of translating his thoughts into words. “I can’t lose you.”

“But you’d come for me, find me, even if they’d hidden me away.” Y/N softly reached out and straightened the lapel of his jacket, her fingers ever so softly trailing along the hem.

With a trembling hand, Kaz touched her. His gloved fingers wrapped around her hand and moved it over his chest until they reached the spot where they could both feel his heart erratically thumping. Y/N stared up at him, hope filling her eyes as she waited for his response with bated breath.

“Always. Even if I was bleeding out, dying, taking in my last breath, I’d come for you. I’ll always come for you. I’d give anything to get you back: throw away my fortune, the Crow Club, and any chance I have at bringing down Pekka while I’m at it. Nothing matters more to me than you.”

Each word was spoken deliberately, a promise that nothing would stand between them - ever. The idea of Y/N gone, taken and played with like a pawn, made Kaz’s stomach lurch. He wouldn’t allow it - not now, not ever. Y/N wasn’t a plaything, a route for quick revenge, but that’s how they saw her. The dirty men of the Barrel didn’t look upon the couple with a smile, instead Kaz knew they looked on with a smirk, greed flooding their mind.

“And I’d do the same for you, nothing could keep me from coming back to you. But I want to join in on this job. Please, Kaz.”

How could he say no when she looked up at him like that? Looked at him like he was something extraordinary, like Kaz himself had hung the very moon in the sky who’s light now trickled through the window. She viewed him as a far better person than he truly was, Kaz knew that. But the way she gazed into his eyes, made him think that perhaps Kaz Rietveld was still lurking somewhere deep inside, that he wasn’t yet truly and wholly Kaz Brekker.

For a long time, he liked to think that the old Kaz was out there dead, floating in the ocean, tossed around in the waves, right beside Jordie. That he’d risen from his own ashes like a phoenix, and recreated himself, forged the legend that surrounded his name. Kaz knew it wasn’t true the moment Y/N wormed herself into his life. The piece of him that was so desperate to keep Y/N safe, was the same piece still mourning the death of his brother.

Looking down at Y/N, Kaz felt numb. He didn’t want to lose another person to the horrors of the city. It simply wasn’t an option, Kaz knew he’d snap if something happened to his girl. But keeping her cooped up inside wasn’t an option either. As per usual, she was right. She needed to live.

“Okay, you can come along. But you have to take shooting lessons with Jesper. I can’t have you walking into a heist with no way to defend yourself.”

Speaking those words, a deep feeling of dread settled into the bottom of Kaz’s stomach, but the wide grin splayed across Y/N’s face made it all worth it.

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“I’m telling you she’s good. Of course we had a few stray bullets,” Jesper waved his hands in the air to demonstrate his point, “but other than that, Y/N’s a lethal shot.”

“Thrilling.” Kaz muttered in response.

Together the three accomplices trekked down the dimly lit hallway, hurrying towards their exit.

“If you two don’t shut up, the guards will find us.” Inej complained, slinking along in the shadows.

Kaz’s heart felt as though it was in his throat. With every step, he thought only of her. She was waiting for them at the exit, ready to distract the guards and if the worst happened, knock them out. His chest felt tight as he held his breath as they neared the doors.

Two hefty guards were stationed in front of the dark oak doors that led to an outside courtyard. The very last hurdle. Hiding behind the last corner of the hallway, they huddled together and occasionally peeked around the corner. Quietly, Kaz pulled his pocket watch out. Almost time.

A resounding knock echoed on the other side of the door, paired with Y/N exclaiming, “Help! Please I’m injured.”

The guards grumbled for a moment before tugging open the heavy doors. Peeking around the corner, Kaz could see Y/N now standing in the doorway, slightly hunched over and clutching her side that was covered in blood. Fake blood of course. Y/N played her part impressively well. Portraying the image of an injured young woman, she pulled the gullible guards aside, luring them to a dark alley where she claimed to have been attacked.

As the guards disappeared out of the doorway, Kaz and the Crows crept out from their hiding spot, dashing for the doors. The nipping Kerch wind whipped around them once they stepped over the threshold. It felt so wonderful to be out, to have successfully completed the heist. Now, there was only to wait for Y/N’s return at the rendezvous point.

Together, they walked down a pitch black alley. The silence was haunting while waiting for his girl. Jesper was happy, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet at their success. The rendezvous point was a little courtyard, right off the dark street, squeezed between two towering buildings. Benches lined the sides of the yard and a marble statue dedicated to Ghezen stood in the middle. Each moment that passed without Y/N’s presence made Kaz feel sick, his stomach violently flipping.

Inej spoke, her voice cutting through the silence sharply, “I like her, Kaz.”

“What?” Kaz furrowed his eyebrows and gripped the crow’s head.

“Y/N,” she clarified, “she’s fun. You should y’know… let her hang around with us more.”

Kaz raised an eyebrow, glancing between his two friends who were grinning at him like fools.

“Yeah, it’s not like we’re bad influences or anything,” Jesper teased while absentmindedly twirling a revolver in one hand.

Kaz smiled lightly as his eyes searched the darkness before them for any sign of Y/N. “Glad she meets your approval.”

“Of course she does Kaz, she is good for you.” Inej commented, glancing up at Kaz.

Jesper let out a laugh, “She’s made you far easier to work with. The fact that she’s a bit of a badass is just the cherry on top.”

“A badass you say?”

Kaz’s eyes snapped to Y/N and a smile took over his face. She was here, right in front of him, unharmed. Quickly he walked forward, brushing past his friends, and only stopped once he was standing directly before the girl. His eyes roamed her face, beautifully highlighted by the moonlight. Y/N’s gaze met his, her eyes softening.

“I’m fine Kaz, I’m safe.” Of course she knew he was racked with worry. “I lured them away, they didn’t think anything of it. Idiots.”

Kaz couldn’t help but smile and his hands hovered, desperately wanting to touch her, to ensure she was really there. Without a second thought, he lurched forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her frame. Oh Saints, she was safe. Y/N hesitated for a slight moment and then tightly hugged him back. The feeling of her wrapped in his arms, safe and sound, was heavenly. The soft rise and fall of her steady breathing was comforting, lowering Kaz’s spiking heart rate. It overpowered the other disgusting sensations that unfortunately came with touch.

When Kaz pulled away, his hands lingering on her shoulders, Y/N spoke, “I see you got your target.”

Her eyes focused on the bag of stolen goods laying on the cobblestones behind Kaz.

“I’m just glad I have you.”

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Drew Starkey fan fiction

LIFE AS WE KNOW IT (Drew Starkey fanfiction)

This is my fanfic, please do not copy x

Cast:

Drew Starkey as Drew Blackmore (22 years old)

(Whoever you want it to be) as Audrey Harrington (18 years old)

NOTE:

I'm just going to put in all the random pages of my fanfiction of Drew Starkey. The "-------" is to separate the pages.

WARNING:

Violence, sexual abuse, drug abuse

[PART ONE]

September 13th, 2023 - New York City, New York

Eighteen-year-old Audrey Harrington exited New York University with some books and looked around the street. She had just finished up her classes for the day, Journalism. She took out her phone and went through all the notifications when the dark grey pickup truck parked right before her. The window rolled down and twenty-two-year-old Drew Blackmore appeared.

“Inside, now,” he demanded, boring his electrifying blue eyes into her light brown ones.

She frowned at his snappy tone but entered the vehicle. She strapped her seatbelt on and turned to him with furrowed brows.

“What?” she asked in annoyance.

He rested his hand on the passenger’s seat passing your head as he leaned closer.

“Are you seriously being bitchy right now, huh?” he said, and she remembered what she did last night, “Where were you? Why didn’t you answer my texts or calls?”

“I was–”

“Busy? Doing what, your assignments, studying, reading your novels?”

“Yes,” she answered, though there was a bit of uncertainty in her voice.

He scoffed with a sarcastic chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Then why was Roland Garcia with you?”

She just stared at him with her big curious eyes.

“What?”

“Don’t make me ask again, Dre,” he said with a light threatening tone in his voice.

She thinned her lips and sighed softly.

“Fine. I wasn’t doing all that, I was hanging out with him at his apartment.”

“Doing what?”

“We were hanging out.”

He rolled his eyes as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Can we please just go?”

He tusked and drove away from the university. The ride was awfully quiet, which made Audrey feel uncomfortable. She wanted to turn on the radio for some music.

“Don’t,” he warned, eyes still darted to the road ahead.

She sighed heavily and folded her arms before her chest, turning to the side of the road.

“What was that?” he asked.

“What was what?”

“Why did you just sigh heavily?”

“I’m not doing anything, Drew.”

“You were sighing heavily.”

She rolled her eyes deeply.

“I’m just tired.”

“Of what?”

“Classes.”

“Sure about that?”

“What else would I be tired of, Drew?”

He paused for a moment, and then said, “Me.”

She pursed her lips, watching as all the trees passed.

“I’m not tired of you,” she sounded, “I’m just…tired of everything else.”

He turned to her with a worried look on his face. He didn’t say anything after. He just kept driving.

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(I skipped some pages)

She rolled the ripped paper into a small pipe and put the edge on the white powder line. She put the other end of the pipe on her left nostril and breathed in sharply, letting the cocaine enter her nose and down her system. She tilted her head and sighed in relief, closing her eyes. Finally, she thought to herself. Roland chuckled at that.

“My, oh, my, someone hadn’t taken her hit in a few,” he commented.

“Drew wouldn’t stop grilling me about our hang. And he’s been picking me up from classes these past five days.”

“Sorry ‘bout the leak. Simon can’t keep his mouth shut.”

She rolled her eyes at that as she rested on the sofa. While the drugs worked their way into her body, the people at Roland’s apartment were having loads of fun. They were all having an infinite round of booze and drugs. Some were playing poker, some were dancing, and some were making out. It was the life Audrey had grown accustomed to ever since she turned fifteen. She first met Roland while she was walking down the street, and she saw him dealing drugs in a back alleyway. She approached him, asked how much his drugs were, and bought some from him. It went on like that almost every week and the two became friends. After three months, he decided to introduce his squad to her. She hadn’t unglued from him since.

Of course, her friends Jonah Fitch and Reese Abercrombie were pretty much against the newly-formed friendship. He was an adult while she was still a minor at the time, and she was hanging out with such a dangerous crowd. They wanted to get her out of it but to no avail. It went on like that until now. Joe and Reese had shared their concerns with Drew and he had tried to be more aware of Audrey’s surroundings, but she was a troublemaker at heart. She knew how to slip away when people weren’t looking.

It wasn’t like she decided to become a semi-drug addict for fun. She needed it to let loose, to be at an all-time high, to forget. She couldn’t shake off Uncle Morgan most times. He was just there, creeping over her. She could still feel his hands on her legs. She could hear his groans and moans. She could feel his heavy warm breath on her neck. It was terrifying. She couldn’t let him haunt her anymore. She needed a way to drown him out of her mind.

Drew had just gotten word from Reese that she was out partying with Roland. He had asked around the streets for his apartment address and after roughing up a couple of his guys, he finally got what he needed. He entered the apartment and observed around. There were a whole lot of people in there and it was damn noisy. Don’t the neighbors ever complain about this whole mess?

“Yo, yo!”

He turned around to see Roland lifting up both arms to welcome him.

“Country Club, my man!” he sang.

Drew furrowed his brows, not returning the friendliness. He never really liked it whenever Roland called him ‘Country Club’, even though he used to go to country clubs on a regular basis.

“Pick your poison, homes,” Roland invited as he showed him a glass of bourbon and a shot of tequila.

“I’m looking for Audrey, where is she?” he asked with a deep frown on his face.

Roland laughed.

“Oh, c’mon, Country Club! Have a little fun! Relax, take a few sips, get somethin’ up your nose!”

“No, I’m good. Where is she?”

He didn’t like how everybody was drunk and high. Where the hell was Audrey? Was she taking drugs, too? Was she drunk right now? Roland kept talking about all the bottles of booze he had, which pissed Drew off. He finally clenched his hand to the hem of his T-shirt and yanked him forward. Roland immediately stopped talking. He knew that Audrey had an intense boyfriend, but she never mentioned him being protective. Drew was half a head taller than all the men in that apartment. He was perfectly well-built, with his muscles still visible even under that oversized T-shirt he was wearing. He had a very mean glare and an ever-present frown. He also had a buzz cut, which made him look five times more menacing than he normally did with his growing brown hair.

“I don’t give a shit about your five-thousand-dollar booze or your janky-ass drugs, shithead,” Drew said threateningly, “I wanna know where my girl is.”

Drew practically jammed the door open and barged in and saw five people lying around in bed. There were three guys who had their hands on two girls, one of them being Audrey. They all jumped up in unison when they heard a loud ruckus. When she saw him there, she felt like her entire body had drained from any and all high. She let in a deep breath and froze in place. She didn’t dare move, for fear that he would go all ballistic on everyone there. He had his teeth gritted, his jaw clenched. His hands were clutched on the door frame and the handle, turning his fists white. 

“Everybody, get out!” he shouted, letting out a thunderous voice.

With that, they all scampered out of the bedroom, and it was just him and Audrey. He closed the door and went over to her.

“Have you lost your mind?” he shouted still.

She thinned her lips and turned away, not knowing how to react to that. He had never screamed at her before. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her off the bed.

“Drew!”

“We’re fucking leaving!”

“Drew, stop!”

He turned back and gripped her upper arms, shaking her vigorously. She immediately shut her mouth.

“We’re leaving this shithole and you’re never seeing these people again,” he said with a low and threatening voice, “If I ever see them around you, if I ever hear you being here again, I will fucking kill them.”

She widened her eyes in shock, intensely gazing at him as she was rooted in place. She didn’t dare say another word or let out any discomforting reactions. She just kept still and quiet. Once he was sure she got the message, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the apartment building and to the parking lot. He took out his car keys and unlocked the door, but she stopped in her tracks. He rolled his eyes and turned around, going back to her.

“Get in the truck, Dre,” he commanded.

“N-no,” she stuttered, her voice none above a whisper.

He scoffed as he looked at her in disbelief, repeating, “No?”

She gulped and shook her head, putting her hands on her chest and looking at him worriedly. He laughed in sarcasm as he started walking around, trying to figure out what was going on with her and why she was being relentless with that party of misfits and drug addicts. He suddenly slammed his big palm on the vehicle, making a thunderous noise echoing through the space. She jumped at that and looked down, taking a step back, but he only went closer to her, towering over her as he tilted his head all the way down to see her small figure. 

“You wanna go back to that party? You wanna snort all that coke and smoke pot, getting grabbed around by random guys, getting passed around, huh?” 

She just looked straight to his broad chest. 

“I don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on, Dre, but you’re not gettin’ anywhere near that guy and his shitty friends again, do you understand? Do you understand?” he said, and then shouted at the top of his lungs at that last question.

With that, she finally broke away from her fear and wanted to make a run for it, but Drew was fast enough to grab her body and drag her inside the vehicle.

“Hey, hey! Whoa!” they heard someone else shouting.

The two stopped their ruckus and turned to Roland who was storming over to them with a deep frown on his face. Drew furrowed his brows and scoffed with a sarcastic chuckle.

“You think you could just waltz out like you ain’t done shit, homie?”

“You stay the fuck away from my girl, asshole!”

He snorted at that.

“What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, Country Club? I don’t give a shit about yo’ bitch!” he shouted back.

Drew squinted his eyes and tilted his head.

“What did you say?”

“You made me look like a weak-ass fool up there!” Roland yelled.

Drew just stared at him, thinking on his own as Roland kept going on and on about how he was the big boy on the streets. He couldn’t believe that he was her company, of all people. Roland didn’t care about Audrey’s health or well-being, which was very obvious, considering he was the one who sold her drugs and brought her to all his drug parties. But he assumed, at the very least, that Roland thought of her as a friend, and that he cared about her at a certain level. How very wrong he was.

With that in mind, Drew plopped Audrey inside the vehicle and locked the door. She wanted to get out, banging on the window as she tried to open it, but it looked like Drew had switched the truck’s lock system from the outside. Drew marched over to Roland.

“Okay, you wanna fight, huh? See who’s the big man?” Drew challenged.

“Yeah, that’s right–”

Before Roland could finish his sentence, Drew lunged at him and threw a big punch to his face. Roland immediately fell to the ground and Drew went on top of him, punching him over and over and over again. In no time, blood had spattered around on his skin. It was brutal. Drew was dangerous when he fought. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t have any self-control.

Audrey, from inside the vehicle, kept screaming for him to stop. It would be a shame if Drew had to go to jail for a drug dealer like him. It wasn’t worth all the damage for his future. Drew was doing so well, work-wise. His career had skyrocketed and he was more than financially stable to provide for himself and his entire family. He was basically royalty from his own hard work and tenacity. He would lose everything if the police imprisoned him for assault and battery.

She finally went to the wheel and honked the horn for a long period of time, to wake him up. When Drew finally crash-landed back to reality, he stood up straighter, breathing hard as his chest rose and fell. He turned over to his truck and Audrey stopped. He finally unlocked the door, entered the truck, and started the engine. He placed his hands on the steering wheel and just stared at them blankly. He did it again.

Audrey kept very still and quiet so as to not anger him more. She kept her gaze straightforward to give him the privacy and space that he needed. He turned over to her with furrowed brows. She had her seatbelt strapped and she was seated nicely, keeping her mouth shut, but her tears kept rolling down and she tried very hard not to sob, to not make a sound. He grabbed a napkin he kept in the dashboard right in front of her and wiped the blood off his hands and face. He threw it to the backseat and turned to her, resting his hand on the passenger seat. 

“Dre?” he said softly, his voice none above a whisper, “Hey, Dre…I’m sorry…”

She gulped and just closed her eyes, sniffing very quietly.

“Dre, hey, look at me…look at me, baby.”

She kept herself still. He finally clasped his hand to the side of her neck and tilted her face towards him. He looked deep into her eyes. She was drunk and high out of her mind.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he whispered, and she nodded.

He finally drove away from the parking lot. 

She drank up the tall glass of warm water with honey and snacked on a bowl of raisins and a cut-up banana. Drew had prepared the food and drink she needed to sober up quickly. She didn’t deserve any of that. She didn’t deserve him still taking care of her and serving her what she needed when she had crossed a line. She didn’t just get high or drunk with other men groping around her at that party. She lied to him. She turned off her phone. She told him that she needed to rest before waking up in the middle of the night to study. She broke his trust, and for what? 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking down. 

He had just cleaned himself up from any remaining blood and sat on that dining table with her. He didn’t say a word. She put the fork down gently and turned to him.

“You don’t deserve this,” she continued, “I don’t want to do this to you.”

“Do what, Dre?” he asked, still looking at the floor.

“This isn’t the first time I lied to you, Drew…”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“I hang out and party with Roland and his friends four times a week, just to keep me going,” she explained, “Every time I said I wanted to get some rest at an unreasonable hour of the night, I’m out with him.”

He kept quiet.

“I don’t have a drug or drinking problem, I’m just…I need to keep it away.”

He blinked a few times and thought about it.

“Keep what away?”

She turned back to her bowl and glass and stared at them blankly.

“Morgan.”

He turned to her slowly and furrowed his brows.

“Morgan? Who’s that?”

“My uncle. He’s my mom’s older brother.”

“Okay…?”

She thinned her lips and tilted her head up, looking at the ceiling. How was she going to tell him about that? Should she even share that story? She couldn’t even think about it let alone tell it. 

“Something bad happened to me…from the moment I turned twelve to around the time I was sixteen…” she started, “Something…disturbing.”

He blinked a few times and observed her body language. She was trying so hard to tell him what was going on with her. She kept cracking her knuckles and fiddling with her fingers. She had her legs tightly closed and her dark long hair covering her caramel-colored body. 

“And I just…can’t forget about it…I keep…having these flashbacks, so I…I try to keep it away as much as possible without the drugs and the drinking, but…it just won’t go away…”

He leaned closer to her as he rested his arms on her chair and the table, searching her face. She kept her eyes closed, trying very hard to keep it together.

“What happened?” he asked. 

“I…I don’t know…how to tell you…I can’t…”

“Something bad happened to you when you were twelve to sixteen and it has something to do with this Uncle Morgan guy?” he asked, “Or was he the one who did something to you?”

She kept rubbing on her hands as she placed them on her chest. 

“He…he…he did something to me…”

He blinked a few times and straightened his sitting position slowly, thinking about it. He had a guess what that guy did. If he was right, from analyzing her body language and how hard it was for her to talk about it, he must’ve sexually abused her. He pursed his lips as he gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched. He looked around her apartment, his feet jumping up and down in an aggressive manner on the floor. He gripped the table and the chair tightly until his fists turned white. That son of a bitch…that sick fucking pig stye, he thought to himself, I’m going to fucking torture the living shit out of him and I’m gonna fucking kill him.

“Where is he now?” he found himself asking. 

“He’s…he’s in Brooklyn…”

He closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. The disgusting animal didn’t even bother living far away from her. 

“Where does he work?”

“He’s…a manager…at a boxing club.”

He nodded once.

“He swings by there every day?”

She nodded.

“What’s the name of the boxing club?”

She finally looked into his eyes in worry.

“Tell me the name of the boxing club, Dre.”

She just stared. He carefully put all her hair away from her face and placed it behind her ear.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

“I love you so much that I’d do anything for you, Dre,” he whispered, “I care about you a lot. And I never wanna see you have to struggle for a goddamn thing.”

He held onto her hand gently and intertwined their fingers together as his eyes were locked to hers.

“Tell me where he is.”

She gulped and readied herself to answer.

“He works at East Boxing Gym.”

He nodded and held onto the back of her neck. He rested his forehead on hers and the two closed their eyes. He never knew that she went through something so dark and traumatic. She never shared. No, he never asked. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, you hear me?” he said, “I promise you’ll be okay.”

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[Pt. 2 Random page of my fanfic]

The two entered the premises as he slammed the door shut, locking it twice and keeping the key inside the pocket of his pants.

“He doesn’t have the capacity to take care of you, Dre,” he kept saying, “He doesn’t know how to make you feel good the way I do!”

She couldn’t believe that he actually thought there was something between JJ and her. She scoffed at that. Unbelievable.

“Is that right?” she challenged.

“What, you’re not satisfied with me anymore? Is that it?”

She laughed in sarcasm as she looked around her kitchen. She let out a frustrated sigh. He was way in over his head.

“I can’t believe this,” she told herself.

“You think JJ can give you what you need, Dre, what you deserve?” he challenged as he clasped his hand to her neck and put her on the wall, trapping her there, “You think he knows how to give you proper head, make you cum so hard you forgot how to behave?”

She just looked at him intensely as he roamed his hand under her skirt, feeling her smooth inner upper thigh. She breathed in slowly when he did that.

“You think he knows every inch of your skin to make you feel wet?” he whispered on her lips, “You think he knows how to fuck you right?”

She held onto his wrist to stop his hand from going inside her underwear. He smirked when she did that, already knowing she was wet and she couldn’t stay mad at him. Stop being so horny, she reminded herself. But it was too late. Everything he was doing to her made her feel weak. He knew exactly how to make her feel better in the worst way possible. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms up, pinning them to the wall above her head. With his free hand, he went inside her underwear and played with her clitoris. She breathed hard in his mouth as he worked his way to her favorite spot. When he did that, she closed her eyes and let out a little moan, knowing she couldn’t do anything other than comply. She gripped his hands tightly as he kept restraining her there, arching her back and loosening up. He then kissed her, opening her mouth and putting his tongue in. They breathed hard as she moaned between his lips. He slid her underwear off and she kicked it away. He then grabbed her upper thighs and she jumped as he carried her in his arms, stumbling into her bedroom. They took off each other’s clothes aggressively and once the two were completely naked, Rafe pushed her down to the bed, making her gasp. He crawled on top of her and kissed her deeper, grinding his groin on her wet middle. She breathed in as she gripped his back, roaming up to his buzz cut.

“Get inside me,” she breathed out.

“You talkin’ to me or are you thinkin’ about JJ?”

With that, she put him down and went on top of him, grinding her middle on his. He breathed hard as he watched her beautiful angelic body, getting so turned on it hurt.

“Why does it matter who I think about?” she breathed out, “Do you want this or not?”

He gripped her hips to stop her and looked deep into her eyes.

“Are you really thinkin’ about him?” he breathed out.

She blinked a few times and just stared. He could see from her eyes that she was disappointed in him. She finally went off him and he cursed under his breath.

“Wait, Dre–”

“I’m just really sorry you feel that way, Rafe.”

“Are you gaslighting me right now?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

With that, he grabbed her body, pinned her front against the wall, and gripped her hair, keeping it away from her face and neck. She gasped when he did that. He put his lips on her ear.

“You’re gonna be sorry for that,” he whispered.

He then played with her clitoris from behind and she closed her eyes, breathing hard and moaning. She arched her back as he rummaged through her drawers for the box of condoms that they kept there. Once he got one, he ripped it open and slid the latex on himself. He gripped her hair as he pushed himself inside of her deeply, and she let out a louder moan. He then moved her to her table and bent her down there, getting inside her much deeper and picking up the pace. She gripped the table as she screamed in pleasure. He watched her reflection in the mirror. She was too sexy and beautiful he couldn’t think straight. He gripped her hips and watched her expression.

“Damn it, Dre. Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out, “Shit…shit, fuck.”

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back to restrain her. She balled her hands into tight fists as he put her cheek on the cold table, giving her the most pleasurable dominant sex she loved so much. 

“Do you like this?” he breathed out.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“You make me feel so good, Rafe. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Shit, fuck, you’re hot. 

“Rafe…Rafe…” she kept moaning his name and he closed his eyes when she did that.

It was music to his ears. He went much harder and faster, pounding inside of her roughly. 

“Rafe, please…Rafe…Please…”

“Keep begging, Dre, don’t stop.”

“Rafe…”

Shit. The two finally came and let out grunts and moans as Rafe gripped the edge of the table. They panted and heaved, out of breath. That was some good rough sex.

After the first round, Rafe went in his way to give her a really good head, making her scream and arch her back as she gripped the bedsheets, trying to keep herself together, but how could she? He was giving her two of the best sex in her life. After they were done, they went to shower together and had another round. The night was absolutely exhausting, but perfect nonetheless. 

Rafe grazed his thumb to her skin as the two cuddled in bed with their sleep clothes on, enjoying the silence and waiting to get some rest. He wrapped his arms around her tighter from behind as he kissed her cheek softly. 

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“I’m perfect.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled as he smirked on her ear.

She then turned around to meet his gaze.

“I don’t ever think of anyone else, Rafe,” she said, to clear everything out, “I love you and I like you and you turn me on every day. I don’t need another man to think about. I just want you.”

He searched her eyes and she gave him a comforting smile.

“You don’t ever have to doubt that, Rafe. You’re the only man I want.”

That was all he needed to know. She kissed him on the lips and the two finally dozed off.

[secretsbyekai]

[Pt. 1 Random page of my fanfic]

Andrea and the Pogues played their cards as they enjoyed their rounds of beer at the bar. Some good old Rock N’ Roll music was playing in the background and everything was well for them that Sunday night. Of course, they couldn’t get too drunk, considering they needed to go back to work the next morning. While Pope was arguing about some mythical treasure hunt with Kie, Sarah and John B were having their alone time on the sofa. And so, it only leaves Andrea with JJ. 

“Well, I’m very flattered by that,” he said after she had told him why she was still around, “I’m glad you’re still here. We wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for you. So, thank you, Dre.”

“My pleasure, Jayj,” she giggled as they clinked their bottles of ice-cold beer.

The front door opened and in came Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. When the Pogues saw those Kooks, they immediately shushed and just watched them go over to Andrea. Rafe slithered his arms around her from behind and kissed her on the head. She chuckled lightly and high-fived Topper.

“What are you two doin’ here?” Rafe asked.

“Just hangin’ out, mindin’ our own business,” JJ answered as he looked down at his beer.

“Wasn’t askin’ you now, was I?” Rafe said.

Andrea just rolled her eyes.

“Why are you guys here?” she changed the subject.

“We were headin’ down to a better bar when we saw you here,” Topper answered.

“Knock yourself out.”

Rafe chuckled at that.

“You tryin’ to get rid of me so you can get comfortable with this Pogue here?” 

“I’m just trying to enjoy this very nice leisure time with my friends without you being so mean to them, Rafe. You always make us feel very awkward and uncomfortable.”

“Oh. So there is somethin’ goin’ on between the two of you?” he pretended to ask as if he didn’t already know that JJ was neck-deep in love with his girlfriend.

JJ just glared at him, his teeth clenched. Andrea turned to him with a look of warning. She didn’t want to admit it, but she already knew JJ had a thing for her from Sarah and Kie. She never disclosed it to her boyfriend, but he didn’t need anyone telling him something so obvious. It was in JJ’s eyes. Every time he talked to her or was just around breathing the same air as her, sparks would fly around in his deadbeat brain.

Suddenly, Topper laughed to break the tension and he patted Andrea’s shoulder.

“Jokes. All jokes,” he said as he turned to Sarah and saluted her.

Andrea rolled her eyes at that. 

“How about we just go?” Topper offered, turning to Rafe so he would stop being a dick.

In truth, Topper had drastically changed over the years and he had been quite tolerable for the Pogues.

“You know what? I think I’ll stay and talk to JJ over here about whatever it was he’s talkin’ about with my girlfriend,” Rafe answered with a thin smile, darting his gaze over to him. 

His arms were still wrapped around Andrea’s body, though she didn’t feel comfortable anymore. 

“Well, if you two boys are gonna hang, then I’m just gonna go to that better bar with Topper and Kelce,” Andrea suddenly said as she stood up and linked her arm to the two Kooks, “Have fun.”

With that, the three went off as Kelce chuckled and Topper shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re not seriously leaving your boyfriend with your boy toy, right?” Topper asked as they were entering his vehicle.

Rafe and JJ then turned to each other challengingly.

“Why can’t you just take your dirty scraps and find some other chick that’s not mine, asshole?” Rafe threatened.

“Oh wait, didn’t she tell you? She’s down to share–”

Suddenly, Rafe had his fist to JJ’s face and the two broke into a fight. The Pogues circled around them as they shouted for the two to stop. How long has it been since they lived together in the Outer Banks? Have they not learned anything? Topper, Kelce, and Andrea reentered the premises in shock when they heard all the ruckus. She couldn’t believe that they were still doing this crap. 

“Stop them, now,” she told the guys, and the two swooped in.

Kelce held off Rafe while Topper held off JJ. The two guys kept shouting and cursing at each other. The Kooks went out of the premises when the owner of the bar came out of hiding, entered the vehicle, and drove away quickly. 

“What the hell is wrong with you, Rafe?!” Topper shouted, “Has history taught you nothing?”

“Shut up, man. Just shut the fuck up!” Rafe shouted back in anger. 

Topper huffed a breath as he focused on his driving. Andrea just kept very quiet. After several seconds of discomforting silence, she finally broke.

“Drop me off here.”

Topper turned to her in shock.

“Dre, come on–”

“Stop here.”

“Dre–”

“Stop, Topper.”

He finally slowed to a stop at the edge of a random street and she exited the vehicle. Rafe sighed heavily as he rubbed his face. He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did. He finally got off as well.

“Dude,” Kelce reminded him, but he was already following Andrea.

“Hey,” he called out, “Hey, hey, wait. Stop.”

He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to him. 

“What?” she snapped.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘what’? Are you seriously pissed that I hurt your little fuck toy?” 

“Oh, my God, Rafe! JJ and I have absolutely nothing going on between us!” she shouted, “Don’t you get it? No matter what’s going on with anybody, what matters is that I don’t think of them as anything but friends!”

“So you do know that JJ’s got a thing for you, is that it?” he shouted back, “What, you wanted to keep it to yourself so you can secretly flirt around with him without getting caught? Do the other Pogues know about this, too?”

She turned away as she sighed heavily, wondering why it had come to this.

“You keep telling me that I can trust you, Dre? You can’t even talk to me about this!”

“Because I knew you’d act this way and hurt JJ!”

“So fucking what?!”

She scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief. She then straightened her stance, realizing just then that Rafe would do anything to anyone without feeling bad about the consequences. He didn’t care if he hurt JJ, just as long as he’s got her. Rafe just stared at her.

“I’m going home,” she said, using her usual calm and poised voice, “Don’t follow me.”

“Dre…”

She walked away from him. He sighed in frustration as he punched the wall next to him, walking around in circles, and rubbing his head. He finally followed her. From the vehicle, Topper and Kelce just watched.

“So…should we follow ‘em or…?” Kelce asked.

“I think they need to figure this shit out on their own,” Topper answered as he finally drove away.

Andrea walked the dark empty streets of the Outer Banks without looking back. She then sighed in annoyance and rolled her eyes.

“I told you not to follow me!” she snapped.

“Well too bad, ‘cause I am!” he snapped back, “Are you seriously gonna walk away from this, huh? Hey, answer me!”

She just kept walking. He let out a sarcastic laugh and finally walked faster. He grabbed her upper arms and whipped her around to him, making her gasp in shock. She shoved him off and tried to get him to let go, but he only yanked her closer and put his lips against hers, kissing her hard. He wrapped his arms around her small body, locking her in place, and she had to hold onto his shoulders to not stumble. They breathed in and she shoved him off again, giving them more space. They breathed hard and looked at each other challengingly.

“Get away from me, you psycho!” she shouted and kept walking.

He just followed all the way to her apartment.

[skubricks]

“Do you ever feel like every move is the wrong one? I’m in a position right now where if I do what’s good for me, like the smart thing, then I gotta be real hard on… someone else. Helping me is gonna hurt someone that I care about…. a lot.”

DREW STARKEY as RAFE CAMERON in Outer Banks, Season 3 (2023)