My Live Reaction Being Proved Right After Just Watching The Leaks There:

My live reaction being proved right after just watching the leaks there:

Istf if we witness Drew Starkey take it up the bum in that movie Queer coming out I-…..✋

Guys I read the book in June it was so good but lord all mighty did this scene bring back book trauma.

FIRST OFFICIAL CLIP FROM QUEER AGAAAAAAA

actual invested in this

waking up to you

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: late update i fear, coy being silly w this chapter, lowkey reader x jj moment, sorry rafe xo

authors note: pls i needed some connection between y/n and jj for later that night (next part). stay tuned asf. if u still arent part of the tag list, feel free to let me know thru replies, anons, or dms !! notifications are always on <3

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you sit at the desk, staring at the closed journal, your heart racing as you bounce your foot up and down anxiously. every instinct tells you to dive deeper into the journal, to unravel the thoughts and experiences of this universe’s y/n. you need to know—need to understand what this life has been like for her, especially since the entries lead right up to the night before you woke up here.

you were right about your theory—this was another universe, and there was a you that lived here, one who had her own thoughts, struggles, and relationships.

you shake your head. you need to know, need to understand. sitting up straight, you take a deep breath, steadying yourself before you reach for the journal again.

you open the journal, your eyes scanning the pages quickly, desperate for answers. the entries blur together at first, but then words begin to form coherent thoughts. it doesn’t take long for the familiar names to jump out at you: jj, sarah, even ward. each mention drags you into a different part of her life, pulling you through the highs and lows of her experiences.

as you skim through the entries, you see that there’s a lot about jj—how their friendship has been rocky, how her attempts to change have been met with resistance from him.

you read about her feelings of guilt for not talking to sarah as often as she should have. you can sense the regret in her words. her struggles with ward stand out too. she recounts her frustration with the way he treated her from the moment they met, how it’s gone on for two years, no matter how hard she tried to win his approval.

you find yourself wishing that someone had given her the validation she so desperately craved.

but there’s an absence of rafe’s name. as you flip through the pages, searching for any mention of him, you realize that there is nothing. no references to fights, not even nostalgic memories or heartwarming moments.

gee, maybe he really was a great boyfriend to her, you think to yourself.

you flip to the entry dated september 10, a week before everything changed. your eyes move across the lines quickly, but as the words sink in, you slow down, reading more carefully.

the journal describes bad dreams—no, nightmares—that have been haunting this version of you every other night. they weren’t traumatizing, but they were vivid, too real. each dream left her questioning her reality, unsure if she was awake or still trapped in the depths of her subconscious.

the nightmares started a week before that entry, she wrote. more consistent and intense than anything she’d had since childhood. it was enough to make her consider going to a doctor, just to figure out what was going on. she admitted to being scared of falling asleep every night.

you raises your eyebrows as she reads the words, flipping through the pages absently. “sounds like my headaches lately,” you mutter under your breath and gnaw on your bottom lip.

as soon as you hear movement from behind, you freeze and glance over your shoulder. rafe is stirring, pulling himself up onto the bed as if he’s about to wake up. but he only shifts, getting comfortable before drifting back into his nap. you let out a quiet breath, turning back toward the desk.

sliding down in your chair, you tap your fingers against the edge of the journal, staring blankly ahead. none of this makes any sense. alternate realities aren’t real. there’s no way any of this could be real—this has to be a dream, right?

maybe you should go back to that. you’re still asleep, stuck in some strange loop of dreaming about journals and different versions of yourself. you shake your head, frustrated. even if that were the case, how do you wake up from something like this?

but what if you’re not dreaming? what if this is real?

your thoughts spiral, leaving you in a dizzy haze of confusion. you can’t take the risk of assuming it’s just a dream. no matter how much you want it to be, ignoring the possibility that this is your new reality could mean being stuck here forever. and you’re definitely not interested in staying in a world where some people hate you—or only sort of tolerate you.

your fingers clench around the edge of the journal, your mind whirling. you have to figure out how to get home, and fast. there’s no way you’re sticking around to deal with the mess this y/n left behind.

you’re sitting outside in the backyard, legs pulled up to your chest, flipping through the journal aimlessly, skipping around the entries instead of reading in any order. you find it easier that way. if something interesting catches your eye, you either backtrack or fast forward to see how it unfolds.

you scratch the back of your head as you turn the page, eyes scanning lines. but before you can dive further in, a voice pulls your attention away, and you quickly shut the journal, peering over your shoulder. it’s rafe. of course.

he's walking toward you, scratching behind his ear like he’s in a hurry, “hey, uh . . . my dad wants me to go fishing with him today, so . . .” he trails off as he reaches your chair, standing over you with an expectant look. “might go with him.”

you nod, pulling the journal closer to your chest. “okay.”

“you can just hang out here.” he leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, then another to your cheek, lingering for just a moment before standing back up. but as he steps away, his eyes catch on the journal resting in your lap. he stops mid-step, pausing.

“you’ve been keeping up with your journaling, huh?” he says, his voice soft, almost like he’s proud. “it’s good you’re sticking with it. i know it helps.”

you give a small, almost forced smile, nodding again, though inside your thoughts are spinning. he doesn’t know, obviously. he assumes it’s your journal. but it’s y/n’s. the one detailing a process you’re not even sure how to wrap your head around yet. still, you nod, playing along.

“yeah, i guess.”

rafe gives you one last glance before heading off to leave, his footsteps fading into the house. just as he disappears, sarah slips outside, her eyes immediately landing on you. she crosses the yard with a purpose, the way only sarah can.

“hey,” she says, casually taking the chair next to you, but there’s something in her tone. she’s here for something more. she stretches out her legs and leans back, glancing over at you with a casual smile. “haven’t seen you out here in a while,” she comments, her voice light as if she’s making small talk, but there’s a hint of curiosity.

you shrug, “yeah, just needed a change of scenery, i guess.”

sarah grins and shakes her head, looking out at the marsh, the sun casting a warm glow over the water. the quiet between you two is peaceful, but then sarah’s gaze shifts back to you, her voice a little more serious.

“john b might come pick me up later,” she says, almost too casually. “since my dad and my brother are gonna be gone. guaranteed rose is going out too, but she’s on wheezie patrol.”

you raise an eyebrow, sensing the shift in her tone. there’s something more behind her words. sarah hesitates for a second before continuing, eyeing you carefully as if weighing your reaction.

“means him and the others will be there. kiara, pope, jj.”

you swallow hard. you know she didn’t mean to but you know why her tone emphasizes jj’s name. it’s him again. always him. you purse your lips, shaking your head slightly, brushing off the sinking feeling.

“okay. cool. i’ll be busy today anyway.”

you stand up from the chair, clutching your phone and the journal together in one hand, suddenly feeling the need to escape the conversation. sarah perks up, a little confused at your sudden movement, her eyes trailing after you.

“where are you going?” she asks, genuinely curious but also concerned. you pause for a second, considering her offer, but it doesn’t take long before you shake your head again. “go out with us,” sarah continues, her voice softer now, almost pleading.

your eyebrows twitch up in mild amusement, but the humor doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “last time i was with them, it wasn’t necessarily fun.” sarah arches an eyebrow, not entirely understanding, so you remind her, “jj punched rafe last night. remember?”

her expression changes, the pieces clicking into place. she nods slowly, understanding dawning on her. “right,” she murmurs, glancing down at her hands, not sure what to say.

you let out a small sigh, looking away toward the marsh again. but sarah’s watching you, waiting, and there’s something about the way she’s hopeful, like she genuinely wants you to be a part of things. it’s hard to say no to that. so finally, you just sigh and give in.

“okay,” you say, your voice soft but clear.

sarah’s face lights up instantly, her whole body seeming to perk up as she sits up straight. “yeah?” she asks, excitement creeping into her tone, like she didn’t expect you to agree.

you chuckle lightly, nodding. “yeah, sure.” you don’t know what’s going to come out of it—maybe it’ll be awkward, maybe it’ll be fine. but at least you’ll be with everyone. the pogues and sarah. that’s worth something, right?

the situation with jj is tiring if you had to be honest, and you can’t help but feel worn down by it, even though, technically, it wasn’t you who he said that to.

plus, he hugged you yesterday. that doesn’t necessarily scream ‘i wasted years of friendship on you’ but it still stings, knowing what he said to y/n, because according to her journal, by the time they argued, she had already changed.

so maybe the problem has fixed itself by now. maybe you don’t have to worry about it as much as you think. but still, you can’t shake the unease entirely.

sarah stands up all the way, grinning wide as she grabs your hand, her energy contagious. she pulls you gently toward the house. “come on,” she urges. “it’ll be fun.”

john b picks you and sarah up not long after. the twinkie pulls up, surfboards strapped to the top with bungee cords, and the sound of it makes your stomach flip.

great. surfing. you don’t know how to surf, at least not like these guys. you’ve seen enough of the show to know jj’s supposedly the best surfer john b knows.

yeah, you’re definitely going to embarrass yourself today.

the car ride itself isn’t bad, though. it’s comfortable, surprisingly safe. jj’s in the front seat, leaving you, sarah, kie, and pope to lounge in the back.

you lean your head back against the seat, watching the ocean come into view, the rolling waves already making you nervous.

“you surf, right?” kie asks from beside you, breaking the quiet hum of the ride. her tone is casual, like she’s assuming the answer’s yes.

the question makes you freeze for a second. the y/n in this universe has clearly never surfed with them before if she has to ask, but you wonder if another difference between you two is that she actually can surf.

you hesitate for a second, biting your lip. “uh, not really,” you say, scratching the back of your head awkwardly. “i mean, i’ve tried a couple times, but i’m not exactly pogue-level or anything.”

sarah, ever the optimist, shakes her head and interjects, “no, no! the times we went surfing together, you picked up the tips way faster than i did when john b taught me. you’re practically a natural, y/n!”

wrong girl, sarah.

she’s laughing, but you aren’t. “really?” kie’s eyes widen.

you shake your head quickly, trying to downplay it. “no, no,” you insist, waving it off a forced smile stretching across your face. this is getting out of hand. “i mean, that was, like, a different time, right? it’s just . . . i’m not really… that’s okay.”

when you finally reach the beach, the twinkie pulls into a parking spot, and the group immediately starts piling out, grabbing their boards and shedding layers. you sit there for a moment, staring out at the waves, hesitant to even move. you know you have to get out, but something about the whole situation makes you want to stay glued to your seat. okay, maybe you’re exaggerating, but still.

“come on, y/n!” jj calls from outside, his voice light but with an edge of impatience. “the waves aren’t gonna wait.”

you sigh, pulling your shirt over your head and stepping out of your shorts. the sun hits your skin instantly, and you raise your arm to shield your eyes as you look out toward the water.

the waves look . . . big. daunting, even. and these guys are already talking about them like they’re nothing.

“looks clean out there,” john b comments as he unloads the boards, nodding toward the water. “should be a good day for it.”

jj’s already running his hand over his board, grinning. “perfect for catching some barrels.”

“don’t get cocky,” pope says, shaking his head. “last time you said that, you wiped out like, five times in a row.”

jj nudges him playfully, laughing. “yeah, but i still got the best ride of the day, didn’t i?”

kie pulls her hair up into a messy bun, glancing over at you. “you’ll be fine. just watch jj make a fool of himself, and you’ll feel better,” she says with a wink.

you force a laugh, but your stomach’s still doing somersaults. you’re already dreading getting on that board. watching them prep their boards and talk about the waves only makes it worse. they’re so casual, so at ease. this is their thing, and you feel completely out of place.

sarah stands up, tucking her board under her arm. “ready?”

you nod, but it’s half-hearted. you’re not ready at all. but there’s no backing out now.

eventually you stand at the edge of the water, your feet sinking slightly into the warm, golden sand as you gaze out at the ocean. you can feel the energy of your friends buzzing around you—laughter and playful shouts—but in this moment, you’re lost in the sea’s pull.

“hey.” you turn your head to see jj standing next to you, his brow slightly furrowed as he studies your expression. he’s been eyeing you. there’s a playful grin on his lips, but concern glimmers in his eyes. “you okay? you look like you're about to jump into a shark tank.”

you practically are, jj.

“just looking,” you reply, your gaze drifting back to the waves. they seem so powerful and free. “forgot how to . . . surf.”

“i’ll help you,” jj offers, stepping closer. there’s an undeniable energy about him, a confidence that makes you consider it.

“okay,” you say, the word slipping from your lips before you can second-guess yourself. you try to sound casual, but inside, your heart races at the thought of letting him even guide you into the waves.

“alright, awesome,” he replies, his grin widening, and it’s infectious. he motions for you to follow him as he picks up your surfboard, moving toward the stretch where the waves break.

he sets the board down in the sand and gestures for you to lie on it. “just like this,” he instructs, positioning himself beside you. you lay down on the board, feeling the coolness of the surfboard against your warm skin, and the warmth of the sand beneath you grounds you somewhat. but there’s still a knot of anxiety in your stomach as you try to focus on his instructions.

he kneels beside you, studying your position with a serious expression that somehow makes you even more self-conscious. he doesn’t waste time, moving into instructor mode as he starts explaining what you should do.

“you’ve gotta keep your body straight,” he says, his voice steady but firm, and before you know it, you feel his hand on your back, pressing lightly between your shoulder blades. it’s not heavy, just enough to guide you, making sure you’re not bending in a way that could throw off your balance later.

but it catches you off guard—his hand feels warm against your skin, and you have to fight the instinct to tense up. your heart skips for a second, but you quickly refocus, trying to listen to what he’s saying.

“don’t let your hips lift too much, or you’ll tip over once you hit the water,” he continues, his tone completely casual as if this kind of touch is second nature to him. you, on the other hand, feel like you’re overanalyzing every little contact, your mind racing faster than the waves in front of you.

as he shifts slightly, demonstrating how you should arch your body when paddling, his hand slips down from your back, grazing the back of your thighs without him seeming to notice.

jj’s voice fills the space around you, still explaining, “when you feel the wave coming, you’ll want to paddle fast. push with your arms, then pop up. you’ve gotta move quick or the wave’ll pass you by.”

you nod, your throat a little dry. “okay,” you manage to say, though it comes out quieter than you intended.

“you good?” jj asks, glancing at you. his hand rests lightly on your shoulder now, and his gaze is a little softer, less intense. there’s a hint of concern in his eyes, like he can sense that you’re not fully present in the moment.

“yeah,” you reply quickly, trying to sound normal, but your voice is a little shaky. “just . . . ready to try.”

he gives you a small smile, his hand still lingering for a moment before he pulls it back. “cool. let’s see what you’ve got then. we can do it together.”

he pushes himself up from the sand, extending a hand to help you up. you take it, and as you stand, the tension in your chest loosens slightly. the group gathers around, excitement buzzing in the air as they watch you.

“trust me, you’ll be fine. sarah said you’ve done it before anyway,” jj reassures, his gaze never leaving yours. you can see sincerity in his eyes, a promise that he’ll be there to catch you if you fall. but you can’t help but feel like if you’re out there then the waves are literally going to swallow you and you’ll die.

you take another deep breath, your heart pounding, and then, together, you make your way toward the waves.

the moment you step into the cool water, a shiver runs down your spine, and you feel the pull of the ocean around your ankles. jj is beside you, and you feel a surge of determination. maybe you can do this.

“just keep your eyes on me,” he says as the waves crash around you, the water bubbling up to your knees. “we’ll take it slow.”

you nod, and he leads you further into the water. he demonstrates how to paddle, and you mimic him, your heart racing with each stroke.

“good, just like that,” he encourages, watching you closely. with each wave that rolls in, you can feel your confidence growing, even though you still feel the uncertainty.

“now, when i say ‘go,’ you’re going to paddle as hard as you can,” jj continues, and you nod, bracing yourself. “you ready?”

“ready,” you lie.

“okay, here comes a wave!” he shouts, and as it approaches, you feel a rush of adrenaline. “paddle!”

you push with all your strength, the water splashing around you as you move, and for a moment, everything else fades away. it’s just you, the board, and the wave.

“now, pop up!” jj calls, and you try to follow his lead, your body moving instinctively. but you stand.

you’re doing it. actually doing it. but then, just as you start to relax into it, the panic creeps back. your balance falters and you crash into the water. the wave tumbles you, pulling you under for a moment, the salty taste of the ocean filling your mouth. you kick hard, pushing off the sandy floor beneath you, and finally, you break the surface, gasping for air.

but you laugh, exhilarated despite the fall. you look around, spotting your board drifting away, being carried by the waves. you quickly start swimming back to shore, your arms working hard as you cut through the water, pushing against the swell.

as you reach the shallow water, your feet touch the sandy bottom. you stand up, shaking the water from your hair and glancing back toward the ocean.

you watch jj ride the wave effortlessly, and it’s like watching someone who was made for the ocean. his movements are fluid, every shift in his weight perfectly timed with the water beneath him.

he balances with ease, his body leaning into the curve of the wave as it carries him toward the shore. his arms are out, steady, and when the wave curls behind him, it frames him like a picture out of some fucking surf documentary.

he makes it look so easy, so natural, that for a second, you’re in awe. you almost wish you’d gotten into surfing sooner. watching jj now, it’s clear why people love this so much. it’s more fun than you expected—and seeing everyone else surf? they look cool as hell.

as jj finally reaches the shore, he makes his way over to you.

“how’d it go?” he asks, clearly not having watched your ride as he was too busy on his own. “d’you kill it or what?”

you laugh, the sound of it light, even if you’re still a little breathless. “uh, maybe not kill it, but i didn’t die either.”

he chuckles, “not dying is good. what do you think? any pointers you need?” you shrug, still processing everything. “just gotta trust the board, i’m tellin’ you. let it carry you.”

he’s calm about it, like it’s no big deal, and you appreciate that. you nod along as he gives you a couple more tips, telling you to keep your knees bent more, keep your eyes up instead of looking at your feet, and just trust your balance. it’s all simple, but it still feels like a lot to take in.

after a few minutes, jj suggests you try another wave, this time pointing out one that’s a little smaller, more manageable. “this one’s good practice,” he says, positioning his board and giving you a nod. “you ready?”

you nod, even though you’re still a bit nervous, but the rush from before is still there, pushing you forward. you paddle out again, following jj’s lead, your arms burning a little more this time. but you push through it, determined.

the wave comes up behind you, and you hear jj’s voice again, steady like it was the first time. “now, paddle! go for it!”

you dig your arms into the water, feeling the swell lift you. the wave catches your board, and this time, when you push up to stand, you do it a little quicker, a little smoother. you feel more stable, more in control, and for a few seconds, you’re actually riding it.

your arms and legs are steady as you balance like you’ve done this a hundred times, like the ocean beneath you isn’t a threat but something familiar. you’re riding the wave, and you’re not just staying afloat—you’re controlling it.

on the sand, john b and pope have just finished their own surf. they catch sight of you effortlessly shredding the waves. the two pause, watching in silence.

“so that’s what sarah was talking about,” pope mutters, a hint of disbelief in his voice. john b nods, his gaze locked on you, clearly impressed.

their eyebrows raise slightly, exchanging glances filled with surprise. a shared smile breaks across their faces, the kind that says they weren’t expecting this. as you ride the wave, they exchange a knowing look and burst into laughter, then take off toward the water, joining you in the surf. they paddle out, eager to catch the next one.

there’s no hesitation, no panic like the first time. it’s like everything you’ve ever seen in the movies or on tv—except now, you're doing it, your feet planted firmly on the board, your body leaning just right to catch the flow of the water beneath you. and for a brief, startling second, you realize you know exactly what to do. your body is leading, following the natural rhythm of the wave, and you don’t even need to think about it.

the thrill hits you all at once, and eventually you dive off the board, the water swallowing you up before you resurface, laughing as the waves crash around you.

you don’t process it fully until you’re off the wave, paddling back toward the others.

you wipe the saltwater from your face and slicking your hair back once you’re back on the sand. your muscles are tired, but you feel exhilarated, like you’ve conquered something.

“that was so good, y/n!” you can hear sarah call from the sand.

“hell yeah!” jj yells, running over with his board tucked under his arm, his hand shooting up in the air. instinctively, you raise your own. jj slaps his palm into yours, their hands squeezing together in that familiar, casual way that silently says ‘good shit.’

he grins, looking back at kie and sarah who were on the sand with you, jj clearly proud. “did you see that?” he says to them, beaming, then turns back to you, “next time, just keep ridin’ til you reach the sand, baby.”

you don’t even catch the flirt at first, it all just feels surreal. as you’re still trying to process everything, kie bends down near the towels, careful not to get any water on them as she wipes her hand dry. she spots your phone lighting up and picks it up, glancing at the screen before calling, “y/n.”

you barely catch it, juggling the phone for a second with your board still tucked under your arm. once it’s in your grip, you wipe your face with the back of your hand, looking down at the screen.

the name flashing on it makes your stomach flip. your heart skips a beat as you stare at his name.

why is rafe calling?

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somebody please free my girl sofia for the love of god

If y’all care then one of you guys will tell me why it won’t let me post on the app but will on the web. Kill me now x

please.

need a fic abt being sofias bsf and her coming to u complaining abt rafe and ur just like “fuck him, he doesn’t deserve you.” and then u fuck her 🤫