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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Outerbanks Masterlist*ੈ✩‧₊˚
001. SERIES
- Summer tides - nsfw, angst, love triangle (rafe, you, jj), slow burn
⤷ New girl from LA get introduced to a new world that filled with unspoken rules that you have yet to learn. Coming to the island your introduced to two worlds, coming from money you set to be a kook but some pouges lead you to their world. Rafe dose everything he can to keep you away from them. Away from jj.
The War Is Almost Over… but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun.
Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isn’t like it was in the early days—the sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the pain… it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.
I’m writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild what’s left of our lives. Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.
We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replaced—homes, dreams, pieces of our hearts. But we are still here… holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.
And in the middle of this long road… there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life. Today, all that remains is an image holding a memory—and rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.
Today, we are trying to rebuild—not just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered. We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that we’ve been missing for so long.
We’re not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again. We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do alone—it is a human effort, a shared act of compassion. We need you. We need your hearts. We need your help to stand again.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Because Gaza has no working banking system, we use my brother U.S. Stripe account to safely process donations for our family. Nothing is hidden — every dollar goes where it should. We are ready to show proof of anything, at any time.
Every contribution—no matter how small—makes a difference. It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.
The war may be almost over… but our journey back to life begins now.
🌿✨ Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.
Hiii guys I will be posting the pt 5 of summer tides tmw. Sorry for the long wait just been super busy and summer jst started in aus.
Kook Keeper vs. Pogue Protection || Outerbanks (Pt 4)
Word count: 1,069
Summary: Rafe's possessive claim on Y/N intensified after the yacht club, making her a Figure Eight target. Though she and JJ shared undeniable chemistry and protective friendship, his text demanding she meet him alone confirmed his jealous surveillance, setting up a dangerous turf war.
Warning: High emotional tension. Controlling/Possessive Behavior. Surveillance/Stalking. Jealousy and Turf War between characters. Unacknowledged Romantic Feelings ("Just Friends" Trope).
Previous chapter
The week crawled by, the air thick with the promise of the inevitable yacht club disaster. Every morning, I put on the mask of the "respectable newcomer," sitting politely in my father’s pristine temporary office, going over layouts and spreadsheets for Ward Cameron’s development project. I felt like a spy operating behind enemy lines.
My only contact with the outside world was Kie, who spent two hours one afternoon dragging me through every consignment and vintage shop in the semi-Pogue section of the island.
“A Figure Eight event is a uniform,” she declared, rifling through a rack of silk. “White, gold, or navy. If you wear a flowy, floral print, they’ll chew you up and spit you out. You need a statement dress that screams ‘I don’t care about your inherited expectations.’”
We finally settled on a long, sleek dress the color dark red that would look scandalous amongst the sea of conservative white lace. It was simple, backless, and made me feel like I could actually manage to stand toe-to-toe with Rafe.
I didn't hear from Rafe all week, which was both a relief and, strangely, a provocation. He’d thrown down a gauntlet, and now it felt like he was waiting for me to show up and prove I was worth the effort.
The night of the function arrived, and the tension was practically vibrating off the walls of my temporary room. I slipped into the dark red dress, fastening a simple gold chain around my neck, ditching the seashell jewelry per his ridiculous instruction. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the polished version of myself, the version I used to be in LA, before the family crash. I still felt the Pogue-induced salt on my skin, though, which was comforting.
(this is the dress ik its not crazy as im describing it but imagine it is!)
The doorbell rang at 7:00 PM.
My dad opened the door, and I could hear Ward’s smooth voice before I even got downstairs. Ward had arrived with Rafe. Ward was playing the role of the generous patron, offering to chaperone our arrival.
"Y/N, you look absolutely stunning," Ward said, his smile flawless, but his eyes cold as he assessed my unconventional dress.
Rafe, however, said nothing. He was wearing a classic black tux a sharp, intimidating contrast to the polo and shorts of the day. His hair was slicked back, accentuating his intense eyes. When he saw me, he stopped talking to his father mid-sentence. His eyes traveled over the green fabric, lingering on the line of my back.
"The red is an interesting choice, Y/N," he finally murmured, a slow, predatory smirk crossing his face. "It's certainly not traditional."
"Good," I countered, walking past him. "Traditional is boring."
Ward chuckled, a sound that grated on my nerves. "That's my girl, Rafe. Full of fire. But remember, tonight is about introductions and appearances."
The drive was silent, filled only with the heavy, controlling weight of Ward Cameron. Ward droned on about his business connections, subtly reminding us how important it was to be seen with the 'right people.'
When we finally pulled up to the Figure Eight Yacht Club, the scene was exactly what I had dreaded: rows of expensive cars, blinding chandeliers, and people draped in diamonds, all wearing the same expression of bored entitlement.
"Ready, LA?" Rafe asked, holding out his arm as we stepped out of the car.
I hesitated for a fraction of a second, then slid my hand into the crook of his elbow. His suit jacket was warm, and the contact felt surprisingly electric. "As I'll ever be," I admitted.
The moment we walked through the doors, I understood what JJ meant about walking into a target zone. Every head turned. Rafe Cameron showing up with a girl no one had seen before, a girl in a defiant red dress, was an event.
Rafe leaned down, his voice low enough that only I could hear it over the orchestral music. "I told you to ditch the jewelry, but I didn't say you had to wear the most scandalous dress here. Good job, though. You’ve successfully annoyed everyone's mother."
"My mission," I confirmed. "Now, where's the open bar?"
For the next hour, Rafe played the role of the perfect Figure Eight prince. He introduced me to business partners, politicians, and endless sets of identical looking girls with names like Tiffany and Addison. He was polite, attentive, and effortlessly charming, seamlessly transitioning from discussing Ward’s foundation to complimenting the host’s diamond necklace. It was a performance, and he was a master.
However, I noticed the underlying tension. The second his father wasn't watching, Rafe’s hand would settle low on my back a possessive, undeniable pressure that reminded me of the private conversation we’d had. When someone else was talking, his gaze would flick back to me, holding my eye with that challenging smirk, silently asking, Are you enjoying the show?
"You're very good at this," I said quietly, as he steered me through a cluster of elderly socialites.
"I've been trained since I was five to make people believe exactly what they want to see," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "It's not a compliment. This place is a cage, Y/N. The trick is making people believe you choose to be in it."
"And you brought me here to see the bars?"
He paused, looking down at me intently. "I brought you here because you’re different. You don't try to impress anyone. You just... challenge them. And I like a challenge." He stopped abruptly, pulling me toward a shadowed corner near the French doors that led to the deck.
"I can't talk business and appearances for another second," he confessed, pulling out a hidden pack of cigarettes. "Ward would actually kill me if he saw me with these in here." He offered me one.
I took it. "We’re going to get caught."
"That’s the point." He lit mine first, then his own, taking a long, deep drag. The smoke coiled between us, a secret barrier against the glittering crowd.
"Why did you ask me?" I repeated the question that had been burning all week. "You hate these things. And your sister is perfectly nice."
Rafe leaned against the railing, his intense eyes dark in the glow of the cigarette tip. "Sarah's a good person. Too good for this life. You, though..." He stepped closer, crowding my space, his gaze dropping to my lips. "You crashed my party. You hung out with the Pogues. You insulted me to my face at lunch. You’re an active problem. I need you close enough to figure out if you're going to disrupt my life or if you're worth keeping around."
"And what happens if I'm a disruption?" I challenged, refusing to back away, the adrenaline rushing.
"Then I manage the problem," he murmured, his face inches from mine. "I'm a Cameron. We clean up messes."
He reached out, his gloved thumb brushing my cheekbone, his eyes burning into mine. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, salt, and his expensive cologne. It was the most honest moment of the entire night, and it was utterly terrifying.
My phone vibrated in my clutch. It was JJ.
jj: 20 mins. John B is parked near the north hedge. If you need out, go through the rose garden doors, past the kitchen.
The exit was planned. The escape route was ready. I looked at the text, then back at Rafe, who was still waiting for my answer, his hand still on my face.
I didn't want to leave yet. Not when the game was finally getting interesting.
"I'm keeping my bohemian jewelry," I informed him, ignoring his question about being a disruption. "I'm not ditching it for anyone."
Rafe cracked that brief, genuine smile again, the one that melted the Kook armor. "I wouldn't expect you to. Come on. I know where they hide the good whiskey."
He took my hand, not in the polite way of a date, but in the firm, confident grip of someone staking a claim, and led me back into the bright, suffocating ballroom. The night was far from over, and I knew, with a certainty that thrilled and terrified me, that I had just signed a devil’s bargain.
The morning after the Yacht Club function, the air felt strangely heavy, like a storm waiting to break. I woke up late, the red dress discarded in a pool on the floor, still carrying the phantom weight of Rafe's hand on my back.
The first text I saw was from Kie, sent at 7:00 AM:
Kie: Saw the pictures. That dress was INSANE. But seriously, did you survive him? Did he try to introduce you to his drug dealer?
The second was from JJ:
JJ: You made it home. Good. Did you manage to escape the boredom? I was seriously about to hop the fence.
The contrast was jarring. Kie focused on the absurdity of the Kook world; JJ focused only on my safety.
I replied to Kie with a vague "Mission accomplished, but Ward Cameron is terrifying," and then moved to JJ's text, feeling a familiar lightness.
Y/N: Managed to sneak out before anyone started demanding my family history. Thanks for having the getaway van ready, Pogue.
JJ: Anytime. Protection detail is part of the job. Want to ditch this place and go get some waves? Need a serious salt water rinse after hearing about all that black tie drama.
We made plans to meet at The Wreck, Kie's family restaurant, later that afternoon. I spent the intervening hours trying to focus on anything other than Rafe, but it was impossible. He hadn't just taken me to the dance; he had claimed me, and I was now officially a hot topic on the island.
Later, sitting on a sun-drenched bench outside The Wreck, JJ was meticulously sorting fishing lures, completely focused. Kie and Pope were inside prepping for the dinner rush.
"So, the million-dollar question," JJ finally said, not looking up. "Did the Kook prince treat you like the trophy he thinks you are?"
"He was polite to the adults," I admitted, running my finger along the rough edge of the bench. "And he was... challenging to me. It felt more like a power negotiation than a date. He wanted to know what I was up to."
"He knows you’ve been hanging with us," JJ stated, his voice flat. He finally looked up, his blue eyes narrowed against the sun. "That’s why he asked you out. To try and pull you back into Figure Eight orbit. He hates losing control of anything that belongs in his sphere."
"I don't belong to anyone's sphere," I shot back, a little too fiercely.
"I know," he said softly, putting the lures aside. "That's why you're cool. But you're walking a line, Y/N. Rafe doesn’t just let things go."
We lapsed into silence, comfortable and easy. It was the complete opposite of the tense, performative energy I had spent the previous night navigating.
"I saw that picture of you two," JJ said suddenly, kicking a loose pebble.
"Which one?"
"The one Ward's secretary posted. You two on the veranda, looking like the island's new golden couple," he muttered, shaking his head.
I felt a sudden need to defend myself, and strangely, Rafe. "It was a pose. It was for his dad."
"I know," JJ insisted. "But everyone else doesn't. You're the talk of the town, Y/N. The girls in Figure Eight are losing their minds because you, the newcomer, walked in and secured the most complicated, unavailable Kook on the island." He paused. "And the Pogues are losing their minds because we all saw how much better you fit here."
"I just needed to see what they were like," I insisted, avoiding his eyes. "I need to understand both sides of this island."
JJ sighed, his usual playful spark returning, but with a definite undertone of seriousness. He scooted closer, his knee bumping mine.
"Look," he said, pulling out a beer and offering it to me. "I don't care about the Kook drama. I only care about you. If you need a distraction from all that," he nodded towards the northern Figure Eight coastline, "I’m happy to be it. I’m available 24/7 for mandatory fun and questionable decisions."
I laughed, taking the beer. "I appreciate the offer, Maybank. We are good for the distraction, aren't we?"
He gave me a half-smile, the sun catching the highlights in his hair. "The best."
We spent the next half hour talking about everything and nothing planning a bonfire, making fun of Pope's latest attempt to study, and sharing rumors about the latest police bust. The energy between us was light, fun, and charged with that flirtation that everyone on the island seemed to notice but neither of us acknowledged.
"So, what are you two up to?" Kie asked, walking out of the restaurant, wiping her hands on her apron. "Planning another secret surf session?"
"Just... hanging out," I said quickly, maybe too quickly.
JJ bumped my shoulder playfully. "We're just friends, Kie. Just catching up on the boring details of Y/N's high society life."
Kie eyed us both skeptically. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Just friends who spend all their free time together and look at each other like that." She gestured between us with a dramatic eye-roll and headed back inside.
The comment made me look at JJ. He was already looking at me, and a wave of heat rushed up my neck. He was right; everyone saw it. We saw it. But neither of us was ready to cross that line.
Before either of us could break the comfortable awkwardness, my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unsaved number.
TEXT: I left my cigar cutter in your dad's car last night. Need it back. Meet me at the docks near the cut-off in 15 mins. And don't bring the Pogue.
The message was unsigned, but I knew instantly it was Rafe.
JJ watched my face change as I read the text. "What is it?"
I quickly slipped the phone into my pocket. "Nothing. Just my dad needing something. I should head out."
"You okay?"
"Totally. See you guys later."
I gave him a quick hug, walking off with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Rafe knew I was with JJ. He was sending a direct signal.
Two sides || Outerbanks (Pt3)
Word count: 1,418
Summary- You survived being with the Cameron lunch, agreeing to the mandatory yacht club dance with Rafe. Desperate for real air, she surfed with the Pogues. At the Boneyard, JJ expressed deep concern over Rafe’s control, sealing his promise of protection which lead them to getting quiet cozy...
Warning: High Emotional TensionLove Triangle, Conflicting InterestsReckless Behavior,Minor DangerControlling, Possessive Behavior
previous chapter
I woke up earlier than I wanted, the morning sun streaming into my room, reminding me of the party's aftermath. I glanced at my phone: 8:30 AM. Cameron lunch at noon. Great.
I gave kie a text
You: SOS. Party was sick, but my head is paying for it. Also, BTW, Rafe is the Cameron son?
Her reply was immediate and all caps
Kie: OMG NOO You need to avoid that psycho. He’s so rude and not a nice person. Welcome to the Outer Banks, where everyone you hate is related to your boss.
I laughed out loud. At least I had Kie to help me process this island. I spent the next two hours scrolling through my photos, mostly blurry shots of me and JJ laughing. I definitely liked him. He was a genuine distraction from everything else.
By 11:30 AM, it was time to transition into the "respectable newcomer" persona. I chose a flowy yellow sundress appropriate, but still comfortable. I kept my makeup minimal, aiming for a natural, healthy glow.
(your outfit)
"Ready to go, Y/N?" Dad asked, looking put-together in a crisp linen shirt.
"I guess so," I sighed, grabbing my small bag.
The drive into Figure Eight was stunning, despite the ridiculously large and expensive homes. Pulling up to the Cameron estate was intimidating. The house was enormous, perfectly maintained, and screamed old wealth.
A housekeeper led us to a patio overlooking their private dock. Sarah was already there and came over right away, smiling warmly.
"Hi, Y/N! So glad you came. Sorry about last night; I felt like I totally bolted," she said, giving me a quick, genuine hug.
"No worries, it was crazy out there," I replied, feeling relieved. Sarah seemed genuinely friendly.
Then the rest of the family appeared.
Ward Cameron, Dad's new boss, looked the part of a powerful businessman smooth, charming, but with an unsettling edge behind his smile. "Y/N, welcome! Your father has told me great things."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Cameron," I said, offering a handshake.
And then there was Rafe. He was standing by the grill in a clean white polo and shorts. He looked completely different less chaotic, more polished, but just as intense. He met my eyes with a small, challenging smirk that acknowledged our late-night history.
"Hey, LA," he murmured as I approached.
"Rafe," I nodded, keeping my expression cool.
"You clean up well," he commented, ignoring our fathers' ongoing conversation.
"I could say the same," I shot back quietly. "Hard to tell you’re the same guy without a beer and a need for drama nearby."
He actually cracked a brief, genuine grin, quickly covering his mouth so Ward wouldn't notice. "Touché. You survived the Pogues, though. You're learning."
"They were surprisingly decent company," I countered, refusing to back down.
Ward eventually called us to the table. The seating arrangement was instantly awkward: I was placed directly next to Rafe, while Dad sat opposite Ward.
Lunch was manageable, mostly thanks to Sarah. We talked about classes and how repetitive high-school life was here. But Ward's presence dominated. He spoke constantly about his business, his status, and the necessity of maintaining appearances on the Outer Banks.
"Rafe, tell Y/N about the yacht club function next week," Ward instructed.
Rafe looked bored, but turned to me. "It's a mandatory black-tie event for everyone in Figure Eight. Overpriced drinks, terrible music. It's expected that you attend."
"Sounds thrilling," I deadpanned. "Do they require a background check for the level of boredom?"
Rafe let out a soft, low laugh, quickly turning it into a cough to hide it from his father. "I like that. You’re actually funny. Sarah's usual friends are... predictable."
"I'll take that as a compliment," I said. Then, testing the waters, I added, "I'm going to need a date to survive that kind of event."
Rafe leaned in, his voice dropping to a low tone that was purely seductive. "I’ll pick you up. You owe me one for the party introduction. But you have to ditch the bohemian jewelry for something classier."
He just asked me out and insulted me in the same breath. "Deal," I challenged. "But don't expect quiet and compliant."
Ward looked over, sensing the private exchange. "Everything alright, kids? Rafe, I expect you to show Y/N the lay of the land. She needs to understand how things work here."
"Already handled, Dad," Rafe replied smoothly, flashing me a look that was equal parts possessive and triumphant.
As the lunch neared its end, my phone vibrated. It was a text from JJ
Jj: Hitting the Boneyard barrels this afternoon. Need to get out. U in?
I looked at the text, then at Rafe, and finally back out at the sparkling, restrictive Figure Eight water. An invitation to conformity versus a chance to escape.
I quickly replied to JJ
You: Give me 30 minutes. Meet you there.
"That was a great lunch, Mr. Cameron," I said, standing up. "I'll see you soon, Sarah. And Rafe... I expect an agenda for next week." I gave him a quick, playful smirk and walked out with my dad.
Driving away, I glanced back. Rafe was still standing on the porch, watching our car until we were out of sight. I knew then that my life here wouldn't be simple; it would be a constant, intense pull between two very different worlds.
Would you like the next scene to focus on Y/N's surf session with JJ and the Pogues, or focus on the planning/dread of the yacht club date with Rafe?
I didn't waste a second getting home. The stiff, polite clothes and the weight of Ward Cameron's expectations needed to be washed away with salt water. I threw on my favorite pair of cut-off shorts and a bikini, grabbed my board, and was out the door before my dad could finish complimenting the Cameron's "impeccable taste."
The drive to the Boneyard a rough, unpaved area known for its unpredictable, powerful waves, flet like a complete release. John B van was already parked under a cluster of scrub pines, and I spotted the group near the tide line.
"Took you long enough, Kook princess," JJ yelled teasingly, walking over to meet me. He was already stripped down to board shorts, looking effortlessly Pogue. "Did you survive the white-glove torture session?"
"Barely," I laughed, pulling my board out. "Ward Cameron is exactly how you'd imagine smooth, but terrifying. And Rafe..."
"Yeah, Rafe?" John B prompted, already waxing his board.
"He asked me to the yacht club dance next week," I admitted, watching for their reactions.
Kie immediately stopped talking to Pope, her jaw dropping. "He what?! Seriously? Y/N, you cannot go. That's his territory. That's like walking into a trap."
"Why would he even do that?" John B frowned. "He usually skips any mandatory Figure Eight function."
"He said I 'have to go' and 'owe him one.' And he told me to ditch my seashell necklace for something with diamonds," I explained, shrugging off Kie's disapproval. "So I said yes."
JJ’s playful look vanished, replaced by a seriousness I’d only seen briefly before. He stepped closer, his voice dropping low. "Look, Rafe is a power trip. He sees you as a new, shiny object he can control, especially since you hung out with us. You don't owe him anything. We could find a way cooler party."
"I know," I said, meeting his intense gaze. "But I agreed. And honestly, it sounds like high-stakes drama. Besides, I need to know what I’m up against with these people. And I need a dress that makes Ward regret his whole life."
Kie sighed dramatically. "Fine. We will deal with the Kook fashion crisis later. Right now, you need this." She pointed to the choppy water. "Boneyard is pumping. Let's see if you can handle something bigger than those Figure Eight ripples."
The four of us raced toward the ocean. The waves here were challenging—fast, hollow, and definitely required commitment.
We paddled out, and the feeling of the salt water was instantly cleansing after the stale tension of the Cameron house. I focused only on the water and the powerful rhythm of the currents. I managed to catch a few good barrels, feeling the familiar rush of pure freedom as the wave curled over me.
After a particularly deep cutback, I heard a loud whistle. I turned and saw Kie giving me a massive grin and John B cheering.
JJ paddled over to me, water dripping from his hair. "Okay, LA. You can actually surf. I officially take back everything I thought about your fancy sequin skirt."
"High praise, Maybank," I teased, splashing him playfully.
We surfed until the sun started to lower. As the light turned golden, we all drifted back toward the shore, exhausted but buzzing. We sat on the beach, passing around a lukewarm beer, watching the ocean turn orange. This felt authentic. This felt like the escape I needed.
"So, about this dance," JJ started, breaking the comfortable silence. He was leaning back on his elbows, staring at the waves, his tone suddenly serious again. "I'm not saying don't go. But if you're going with him, I'm going to make sure you have an exit plan. No Kook is going to make you feel trapped."
"You don't have to worry about me," I said, touched by his protectiveness.
"Yeah, I do," he insisted, finally turning to face me, his blue eyes intense. "You’re new here. You don't know the politics. Rafe plays dirty. If you're going with him, you're walking into a target zone. I'm just making sure I'm the one who pulls you out."
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the setting sun. "Okay, Pogue protection. I accept."
We spent the next hour hashing out a plan: a non-traditional dress, a back exit route, and a specific time John B would be waiting nearby in the van. It felt ridiculous and exciting, like planning a secret mission for a party.
As the air cooled, I knew I had to leave. I packed up my board, giving quick goodbyes to Kie and Pope.
When I got to JJ, he stopped me. He didn't hug me immediately. He just looked at me, a complex mix of concern and admiration in his eyes.
"Seriously, be careful with him," he said quietly. "He's trouble you don't need."
"I can handle myself," I assured him.
"I know you can," he murmured. Then, impulsively, he stepped closer and kissed me quickly on the cheek, his lips salty and cool. "But text me when you get home."
Before I could fully process the unexpected kiss, he grabbed his board and jogged off to catch up with John B.
I stood there for a moment, my cheek tingling, watching the three Pogues disappear into the twilight. I was committed to the Kook party with Rafe Cameron, but I had the full, chaotic support of the Pogues.
This was turning into a serious mess, and you was all in.
next chapter
Dancing Queen || outerbanks (Pt 2)
Word count: 870
Summary: New girl Y/N meets local Kie after surfing. Invited to a beach party, Y/N connects with the Pogues (especially JJ) but clashes with Kie’s rival, Sarah. you fun night ends with someone hands wrapped around her who couldn't help resist.
Warning: Verbal Antagonism & Boundary PushingControlling, Possessive BehaviorHigh Emotional Tension & Flirting with Danger, Love Triangle, Conflicting Interests
previous chapter
The sun was dropping fast as I headed in from my surf session. I love this time of day, the sunset hitting the water, everything quiet except for the birds. It’s definitely my favorite kind of peace.
I sat on the sand, watching the last colors fade, when I noticed a girl wading out of the water. I hadn't seen her while I was surfing, which was weird. Her skin was tanned and glowing, and her wet, loose curls framed her face. She was seriously beautiful.
I guess I stared for too long, because she spotted me. "Hey, do I know you?" she asked, a confused look on her face as she looked down at me.
"No, you don't. I'm new here. Y/N," I said, standing up. She seemed cool, but I was keeping my guard up.
"Oh, you must be the new arrival. I heard someone moved to the island," she said. "I'm Kie, by the way. You looked good out there on the board." Kie’s tone was friendly and energetic.
Kie was genuinely happy. She knew everyone on the island except for the tourists who came and went. Meeting me was a chance for a new friendship that wasn't just with the boys she usually hung out with.
"Aw, thanks! I haven't surfed in a while, so I felt pretty rusty," I admitted, feeling a little awkward. Kie laughed, shaking her head like I was crazy, because apparently I looked like a pro.
"Don't worry about it. Listen, I don't think you know anyone yet, but there's a party on the beach tonight. You want to come with me and my friends?" she asked, eager to get to know me better.
"Yeah, I'd love to! Give me your phone. I need to get home, but text me the time and location, and I'll see you tonight!" I said, putting my number into her phone. A party this was perfect. Nobody here knew my story yet, so it was a fresh start.
When I got home, I stopped to talk to my dad before jumping in the shower. "Hey, Dad, how was your first day at work?" I asked, grabbing a towel from the dryer.
"Great, honey, but we're having lunch with the Camerons tomorrow," Dad replied, focused on the sports game. Always sports.
I looked at him, confused. "The Camerons? Who are they?" I sighed. "Do they have any kids? Someone I can actually talk to?"
"Yeah, one son and two daughters. The boy is the oldest, and the other girl is your age," he said, still watching the TV.
"Okay. Well, can I go to a party tonight?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah, sure, just let me watch the game, sweetie," he said. My dad was usually laid-back about me going out, especially since we moved from LA.
I went upstairs and into the shower. I used all my favorite vanilla-scented products. The hot water felt so relaxing; I could have stayed there for hours.
Once I was done, I had to pick an outfit. Kie's text confirmed it was a low-key beach party, so I kept it casual but cool. I picked a white tank top and paired it with a white sequin mini skirt. I wanted to stand out a little without being over the top. I curled my hair, added gold hoops, and a simple seashell necklace. My makeup was a bronzed, sun-kissed look. I checked the time: 6:15 PM. Sweet, still time to grab some drinks. Looking in the mirror, You felt so good with your outfit choice that made your body look so good.
(this is the outfit you can come up with whatever you want in your head)
After stopping for supplies, I drove to the beach. I couldn't help feeling nervous. I texted Kie, and she said to meet her "by the bonfire." Great, that could be anywhere. This was moving fast, and I really hoped I make a good impression with people.
I parked my car, locked the doors, and grabbed my bag. I noticed people staring—everyone was in super simple clothes, and I definitely looked more dressed up. Why do I always overthink it?
While I was distracted, a girl bumped right into me. "Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," she said, looking genuinely apologetic.
"It's okay, seriously, don't worry," I replied, not wanting any drama on my first night.
"Wait, you're the new girl, right? Y/N?" How did everyone already know?
"Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you," I smiled.
"Hi, I'm Sarah, and this is Topper," she said, trying to get his attention; he was talking to another group. "Don't mind him; he gets tunnel vision when he drinks." I laughed, because I could relate.
"No, I get it. I think I'm having lunch with you guys tom—" I was cut off by a shout.
"Y/N! You finally made it! Thought you bailed on us," Kie said, walking over happily. She needed a break from the guys and some new company.
"I did! Sorry, I was talking to Sarah," I said, looking between them.
The second Kie looked at Sarah, her expression completely hardened. The tension was immediate, and I didn't get it, they seemed like their personalities would actually match.
"Yeah, I should go, but I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N! Can't wait!" Sarah said quickly, moving back toward her friends, clearly wanting to avoid a confrontation.
"Why is everyone staring at me, by the way?" I asked Kie, steering the conversation away from the obvious "beef."
"Girl, you look amazing, and you’re new on the island. You're going to turn heads," Kie laughed, hooking her arm in mine. I laughed with her, blushing slightly. "Okay, whatever you say. But I seriously need a drink."
Kie took me over to the drink stand, and I was introduced to John B, Pope, and JJ.
They were all hilarious, and I enjoyed their company all night, but I especially clicked with JJ as he was basically the male version of me. After a few drinks, I pulled him closer.
"Ooh, I love this song, JJ! Dance with me, please?" I looked at him, pleading for a dance partner.
"Whatever you want, Princess, but let me grab one more drink, and I'll find you," JJ said, giving me a quick smirk. We had been flirting all night after we had a couple of drinks, not to mention us not being able to keep our hand off of eachother.
I walked toward the crowd, spotted Kie, and joined her. The music was loud, and the crowd was moving. The shot I just had, plus the others, were finally hitting me. When my favorite song came on, I started dancing, swaying with Kie, laughing and smiling. I was totally into the music when I realized Kie had left i didn't mind i was in my own world flowing my hips to the music while moving my hands in my air, i guess someone wanted to take kie spot.
"Hey, baby, having fun, new girl?" a voice muttered close to my ear. I felt his hot breath, and it sent a sudden jolt through me.
I turned around, my confidence kicking in. "Hey, pretty boy. You like the show?" I said, smiling up at him.
"Not just me," he said. As soon as he spoke, I scanned the beach and saw a few guys looking our way. I was used to attention from my time in LA, so it wasn't a big deal.
My eyes met his again, and I really took him in. He had perfect, slightly messy hair, tan skin, and clear blue eyes that were impossible to look away from. He was well-dressed in baggy white pants and a black button-up top with black shoes. He wore a gold chain, and his cologne was distracting. He looked incredible.
He definitely noticed you. He been watching you since you have arrived, his eyes lingering like he was making sure no one got too close. He couldn't help but notice how gorgeous you looked white looked great with your tan skin.
"My name is Y/N, not 'baby'," I said, holding his gaze, trying to figure out what he was up to.
"Yeah, but I like the name 'Baby'," he said, smirking. "My name is Rafe. Rafe Cameron."
The tension that hit me when Rafe said his name wasn't just physical it was like a record scratch in my brain. Rafe Cameron. As in, the guy my dad said I had to have an awkward lunch with tomorrow. Of course. This island was tiny, and my luck was always impeccable.
"Cameron," I repeated slowly, trying to sound casual, but my voice was a little breathy from the dancing (and maybe him being five inches away). "Small world. I'm having lunch with your family tomorrow."
His blue eyes, which were intense a second ago, widened slightly. The smirk on his face softened into something genuinely surprised, bordering on intrigued. "Wait, you're the new girl my dad keeps hyping up? Said your family just moved into that place near Figure Eight?"
"Guilty," I confirmed, pushing some hair back. "Y/N. From... LA." I watched his face to see if the LA part meant anything to him, but he just tilted his head.
"Huh. You surf better than anyone from Figure Eight I know," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over me again. "So you're slumming it with the Pogues tonight, then?"
The way he said "Pogues" felt loaded, not exactly mean, but definitely dismissive, like a label. "They seem nice," I said simply, defending Kie and the guys without making a scene. "They invited me. You?"
Rafe chuckled, a low, attractive sound. "I came with friends. The kind who actually belong here." He didn't move, still blocking the crowd from me, but it didn't feel threatening; it felt possessive. "Look, about tomorrow... it's going to be brutal. My sister, Sarah, is sweet, but my dad is a textbook psycho. And my younger sister, Wheezie, is... a lot."
"I gathered Sarah was nice," I said, remembering the brief interaction and Kie's hostile stare. "She ran into me earlier. Kie wasn't too thrilled about her."
Rafe’s eyes darkened immediately, and his jaw tightened. "Kie has her issues. She used to be one of us, but now she’s playing pirate with the Pogues." He shook his head dismissively. "It’s complicated island politics."
"Sounds exhausting," I muttered, taking a deep breath.
"It is," he agreed, leaning in just slightly. "So, you ditching these guys now? Come hang out with the people who actually know how to party." He gestured subtly toward a more contained group further down the beach and cleaner clothes, less wild dancing. Definitely the Kooks.
Just then, JJ appeared behind Rafe, a fresh beer in hand, his Pogue clothes looking even more rumpled next to Rafe’s expensive button-up. "Princess! There you are! I thought I lost you. Who’s your new friend?" JJ asked, eyeing Rafe with immediate suspicion.
Rafe didn't even turn around, keeping his focus entirely on me. "Just introducing myself. We're having family lunch tomorrow."
"Rafe Cameron," I supplied, giving JJ a look that said, Calm down.
JJ’s smile evaporated. "Rafe. Figured. You done harassing the new girl, Kook?"
The air went thick with confrontation. Rafe finally turned to face JJ, and for a second, I thought they might actually fight.
"Just offering her better company, Maybank," Rafe drawled. "She looks like she could use a proper drink and a shower that isn't saltwater."
"Back off," I stepped in quickly, putting my hand lightly on JJ's arm to keep him grounded. "Thanks for the offer, Rafe, but I promised JJ a dance. I'll see you at noon tomorrow."
I gave Rafe my most practiced, sweet-but-firm smile. He looked disappointed, maybe a little surprised that I stood up to him, but he didn't press it. He just gave me a quick, intense look that felt like a challenge, then nodded once.
"Twelve o'clock. Don't be late, LA." He turned and walked away toward his friends.
As soon as he was gone, JJ let out a long breath. "Dude, what the hell was that? Don't talk to that guy. Seriously. He's bad news, Y/N."
"Noted," I said, spinning around to face him. "But he's the son of my dad's new boss, so I'm stuck with him for lunch tomorrow. Don't worry. I know how to handle pretty boys with superiority complexes."
I pulled him closer, grabbing his arms. "Now, where's that dance you promised me, Maybank?" I demanded, the music suddenly sounding better.
JJ grinned, the tension breaking away instantly. "Right here, Princess."
We danced for hours. JJ was a great distraction, funny and constantly making me laugh. We talked about everything: surfing, escaping the island, his friends, and how much he hated people like Rafe. I was completely lost in the moment, forgetting about the Cameron lunch and the weird island politics.
Around 2 AM, I stumbled back to my car, exhausted but buzzing. I sent Kie a quick text thanking her, then pulled out, heading home. As I turned onto the main road, I caught sight of a sleek black truck parked about fifty yards away. The window was down, and I could just make out a silhouette. It was Rafe. He was just sitting there, watching the party break up.
When our headlights crossed, he lifted a hand in a slow, casual wave.
Your heart hammered. He hadn't left. He had stayed just to watch. This lunch tomorrow was going to be anything but boring.
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New girl || outerbanks (pt 1)
Word count: 617
Summary: New girl y/n is forced to go to Outer Banks, leaving her LA life behind and friends to a life with boring people and nothing to do, so you thought... The only happiness this island brings you is big waves and your surfboard. While surfing, she locks eyes with Rafe Cameron, the popular bad boy Kook who instantly claims her as his. She's wary of the island's drama, but his intense gaze makes her wonder if this new beginning might be worth the pain.
warning: Body Image, Insecurity, Internalized Conflict, Grief, Controlling, Possessive Behavior
First day on this stupid island, and i'm already so bored. Most people would literally be happy to come here, posting "living my best life" stories, but nope, not me. I would honestly sacrifice my firstborn to be back in La, being with my friend's going to party's omg dont get me started on the party oh how i will miss them.
The reason we’re here is because Dad got some corporate job that pays, like, really well. He dropped this bombshell on my 17th birthday, complete with a ridiculously huge smile thinking I’d be be happy. But whatever. It's fine. I just want him to be happy, especially since Mom passed away 5 years ago. I'll bite my tongue and smile through the pain if I have to.
"Hey, honey I’m running late but how about you get outside, sweetie, make some friends its perfect summer weather out there, baby!" Dad was vibrating with urgency, frantically patting his suit pockets for his keys.
"Dad, I don't know anyone here. It would be so embarrassing trying to just join a group when everyone probably has long history," I sighed, collapsing further into the sofa cushions.
He doesn't get it. He's has no idea about teenagers now. He keeps acting like it's still the 90s, when all you had to do was show up and smile.
"And Dad? Your keys are on the coffee table," I deadpanned.
He turned his head slowly, a look of pure relief washing over his face, thanking me with his eyes for saving him from a being late late. "Alright, sweetheart, I know," he said, sitting down heavily beside me and giving me The Stare. I could practically see him trying to project his entire "new beginnings" perspective into my brain.
"But seriously, try for me, okay? Your surfboard is out back. Go for a surf. I saw you glued to the window, staring at the waves on the drive in."
He knows my weakness. Surfing is my thing. Since I was a toddler, I basically sprinted toward the water. When Mom passed the ocean was the only thing that kept me being me the only thing that still felt normal.
"Fine, Papa. Go. Don't want you to be late," I relented. "I'll give this island a go."
As soon as I said it, he practically jumped off the couch, snatching his briefcase and giving himself a last check in the mirror. "Bye! Love you, Bee!" he called, already halfway out the door.
Okay, fine. Time to check out this island "outerbanks".
I pulled on this light pink bikini it shapes my body pretty great, even tho it feels a tiny bit too tight around the chest. Whatever. I’ve aways been confident with my body but there are some days i dont like my body. At my old school, the mean girls hated me because the boys paid attention to me even when I didn't do anything wrong they just always hated me. Lucky I had a good group of friends that help me keep my mind off of them, Eva my bestfriend told me their just jealous but i dont know. I’m finally in a place where no one knows about me.
I platted my hair into two tight braids to keep it out of my face and swiped on some extra lip gloss. Before walking out the door i wanted to take a cute pic of me to post. Once done I walked out the door, the sun hit me like a super warm, comforting blanket. Instant mood change.
I was clearing a decent wave when I saw 3 kids looks around my age. My focus immediately went on one boy. He was staring at me. I felt my cheeks get warm.
RAFE POV
I seriously wanted to be anywhere but this side of the island the gross, Pogue side. Sarah and Topper were practically dragging me, because Sarah is obsessed with "beach walks." Fine. It was better than being stuck in my own house where Dad is constantly breathing down my neck.
We were walking, and Sarah was rambling on about Midsummers, when a girl in the water completely locked my attention. I’d never seen her before. She didn't look like she was from here and with a tan, and her body looked unreal in that bikini. Girls around here don't surf unless they’re Pogues. She was different.
"Yo, Top, who is that girl out there?" I muttered, not taking my eyes off her.
"I don't know, man. I think she's new. Sarah showed me her Instagram post," Top mumbled back, too busy trying to get his hand closer to Sarah waist than pay attention to me.
"Yeah, that’s y/n," Sarah chimed in. "She’s new. Her dad works with Ward. I thought Dad told you they were coming over for lunch tomorrow?" She gave me a totally confused look, we spent thirty minutes getting the full update.
A slow smirk spread across my face. Lunch tomorrow. Perfect. I was already excited to see her up close. Sure, she was definitely a Kook, but who cares? she and I were going to be spending a lot of time together this summer. She was already mine.
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★ Summer tides || outerbankss
Chapters down below!
★ A bit about you!
You have always be a fun, reckless, party girl ever since you enter your teenage years. But to the outside world you were known as the perfect daughter. Perants telling their kids to act like you, little did they know you were complete opposite just better at hiding that side.
At school you always mange to get the attention from other guys, this mostly the reason why alot of girls didn't like you. You never understood why just for that reason because you always stood by "girls girl" rules never take a guy who already has a girlfriend. Guess hater gonna hate.
Alot of people mistake you for being a means spoiled girl because of your life style and beauty but under all that is a sweet kind girl. You always had a huge heart for the water though ever since you could walk. By the age of 9 you started surfing and never stopped.
★ Summary
Once you moved to outerbanks you were immediately welcome into Rafe Cameron world. The sudden friendship spark alot of attention from the teens around the island.
Rafe was never nice to anyone so why her? you made alot of girls jealous and alot of boys jealous of rafe considering you are gorgeous with a killer body.Finding a friend group on the island was a relief.
The stress of finding friends was gone but you didn't know the ride you were going to get into when you run into the pouges. Meeting them made you feel like yourself immediately sparking a friendship with kie and jj with your personality matching with theirs.
You and jj spend more time together with the playful flirting but if anyone asks about you two, you just say "we are just friends". When rafe find out the jealous side of him comes out as well the over protectiveness toward you.
Why were you hanging out with them when he can give you whatever you want and more. The sneaking out to meet him partying with him being all over eachother, always taking you out for lunch seemed like a slap in his face when he knew they couldn't give you that. Jj wouldn't give you that.
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Warnings → suggestive language, tension, slight smut but not all the way, drama , drugs & alcohol usage, talks/mentions of abusive relationships with rafe father ward, Body Image, Insecurity, Controlling, Possessive BehaviorInternalized Conflict, Grief, Reckless Behavior, Minor DangerHigh, Emotional Tension, Controlling, Possessive Behavior
Ps. I dont own any of the characters your dad Andrew and the mum Melissa
Summer tides
Pt 1. New girl
Pt 2. Dancing Queen
Pt 3. Two sides
Pt 4. Kook Keeper vs. Pogue Protection
Pt 5. to be continued
who should be your love interest?
rafe Cameron
jj maybank
Can we please do normal rafe Cameron x reader. I swear, every time I want to read a good short story, it's always smut. DONT GET ME WRONG. loveeee is a good rafe smut but it's every single story now. please bring back a non smut story!
MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNNNNN
Ooo he so fine
Send me this man and all my problems will be fixed
This obsession is getting put of hand yall. I want him, and ima have him, so I'm plotting and trying to force my family to move to America so he can fall in love with me somehow
#I'm just a girl with big dreams 😁
I JUST WANT HIM OMGNSHSGEG
Only if my mama realises that if she gave me these fine men for Christmas, she will never hear me complain nor give her attitude ever again
PLEASE I NEED THEM OMGGAGSGEH😫😻😝
If my mother does not bring me this fine looking man for Christmas, ima assume she doesn't actually love me bc if she did, he would be under the Christmas tree.
How I be acting when my mum walks into my room asking if I'm okay, but I have been reading the most filthiest smut on this fine man called rafe Cameron/ Drew starkey...
How these Nicholas Chavez edits on tiktok got me feeling 😻😝🤭
I BE KICKING ME FEET IN BED OMAHFGGGS
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE SM ABOUT NICHOLAS CHAVEZ IM BEGGING
Pretty Please 🙏 ☺️
