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A foot in both worlds, that was the only way to describe Y/N. But attending the Kook Academy and being invited to benefits at the Golf Club wasn’t that appealing to a Pogue.

Y/N would much prefer to spend her days sun bathing with Kie, debating around the bonfire with Pope, driving the HMS Pogue through the Marsh with John B and doing just about anything with JJ.

But love is hard at the best of times, especially in the midst of a treasure hunt.

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Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

• Warnings:angst, fluff, kind of enemies-to-lovers. Mentions of death, drugs, robbery, abuse, etc. Swearing as always.
• Word Count: 4640
• All Rights Reserved. The author, me, don’t allow any type of copy or adaption.
• If you guys see my works in other websites, let me know, please. I only have Tumblr.

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The first time you ran away from each other was the same day you met. Your mother had decided to enrol you in kindergarten as her work kept her occupied for many hours. There, you met a hyperactive blond boy who attempted to lead all the other children. From that first moment, you decided that JJ Maybank would not be up to your liking.

He was the first one to try to get close to you. JJ saw you as a girl who seemed to have several difficulties when talking to the other children. And JJ was sure that he had never seen you in kindergarten, convinced that it was your first day there. However, JJ had his ways of trying to get close to other people, and you didn’t like it at all when the blond, hyperactive kid decided to grab as many insects as he could find, showing you all the ones he had.

“Look,” You were peacefully sitting down on the ground, playing in the sandbox. Turning around, you saw the blond guy running to you, a front tooth missing as he widely smiled in your direction. “Look what I found,” He sat in front of you in such a brute way that some sand got into your eyes. “I’ve captured ‘em all.” The 6-year-old blond opened a small metal box, which was loaded with various insects. “This one is a…” You stopped listening to what he was saying since your attention was drawn to the insects. Goosebumps covered your arms and legs.

“Get away.” Your voice sounded harsh. The boy was surprised by your demanding tone as he thought your voice would be as soft as cotton candy. “Get them away!” You insisted. Your eyes still glancing at the insects, begging that they would stop moving.

“Why?” His eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t like insects?”

You quickly shook your head, pushing your feet harder against the ground, your butt sliding farther from him. “No one likes insects.” You tried to justify the way your voice had cracked a little bit. “You are strange.”

Now, it was JJ’s turn to look at you with disgust, not believing that there was someone in this world who didn’t like bugs. “You are the strange one!” JJ felt hurt as he got up from the sand. The rapid movement provoked some of the insects to escape from the small metal box he was tightly gripping. He gasped, sad as the tiny bugs started walking or jumping away.

JJ was even more shocked when you screamed, getting up from the sand and trying to get away from him as quick as possible. Your body started itching just thinking of them. The blond also ran away from you, not believing that someone could be so heartless towards insects and so mean towards him.

During the years that followed your experiences, both of you appeared to be offended or repulsed by the past actions of the other. Of course, things didn’t get better. 

The second time happened when both of you were around ten years old. Coincidentally enough, JJ Maybank attended the same school as you. You both had your friends and avoided each other as much as possible. However, you would be lying if you didn’t admit that you were pretty curious whenever JJ would not attend school, which happened often.

You started hearing rumours related to the blond boy. Some people said that his mother had died. Others claimed she had left them for a rich man because JJ Maybank’s father was an abusive man who spent his days and nights drinking his problems away. You decided that whatever was going on with JJ wasn’t your problem. But once again, you were lying to yourself as deep inside you hoped that he was okay. 

The following day, JJ Maybank decided to go to school, but the stupid grin that always decorated his face had vanished. He almost seemed mad. Of course, during PE class, he decided to let his anger come out. JJ was in the opposite team, and as you both ran side to side, trying to be the first to grab the ball, the boy decided to use his arm to push you. You didn’t expect such strength as your right side collided on the ground.

Everyone stopped playing, shuffling closer to you to make sure you were alright. Some kid had left, claiming they would call the teacher who had disappeared for a couple of minutes. “Watch where you are going.” The blond stared down at you. You clenched your jaw, quickly blinking the tears that blurred your vision. JJ scoffed. “Oh c'mon, are you going to cry?” Some of his friends snickered as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Is that what you were doing while you didn’t come to school?” A girl helped you stand up, and you had to avoid groaning as your side grunted in pain. Due to your words, some of the kids gasped. It was your turn to grin. “Oh, that’s what you were doing, right?”

JJ was the one clenching his jaw this time, shuffling closer to you. “You should be a little more respectful, don’t you think?” Your expression conferred a great confusion. “I don’t think your new dad will like how you talk.” Your heart was crazily beating. How did he know that? Did rumours run so fast in the Outer Banks? “Yeah, I know.” Everyone seemed curious about what the boy was implying. “Your dad died a month ago, and your mom didn’t wait much to find a new husband.” He spat. “Even worse, you are now a Kook.” Everyone gasped as they started whispering. You have spent all your life being a Pogue, someone who didn’t have much money and of course, you lived where all the rest of the Pogues did. Your mother had married a Kook a couple of months ago, and even though you were now living in a better place, your mom was able to convince her husband to let you stay in this school, knowing that all your friends were here.

“Gosh, I touched a Kook.” The girl who had helped you from the ground whined. 

“Be careful!” Another child claimed. “She might talk to her parents because a dirty Pogue touched her, and we will get in trouble.”

“I’m a Pogue.” You attempted to keep the strength in your voice, not wanting to sound like you were on the verge of breaking down.

“Not anymore.” JJ scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you have a big room with light yellow walls, big gold mirrors, a gold bed…”

“That sounds stupid!” You defended yourself. However, you did have a big bed in a room for yourself. Everyone laughed, starting to get farther from you. “Well, at least my mom didn’t leave me, right?” JJ almost choked on his spit. “You aren’t much different from me if it’s true that your mother left you and your dad to marry a Kook. The only difference is that my mother loves me!”

It was at that time that you thought JJ would hit you, but it was both of you that started pushing each other, insulting. It also seemed like the teacher had seen the last moments of your fight, and she demanded both of you to be in the same team in hopes of the sport making you act as teammates, ignoring your differences.

“I won’t be in the same team as a sickening Kook.” He walked to the other team as you walked to the other one. However, no one seemed to want to be in the same team as a sickening Kook.

The third time was when both of you were around fifteen. You had developed a love for the sea and surfing, something your dad used to treasure too. When he died due to cancer, his ashes were thrown into the sea. Surfing became your tranquil place, the only moment and area where you were able to remember your dad. And sometimes hide the tears running down your cheeks as you deeply missed him.

But of course, JJ Maybank was a great surfer, something it stung to admit. He was always there. Moments of tension had happened between both of you before. The blond guy made it his mission to steal your waves as much as possible, which clearly stated that both of you disliked each other. Everyone knew that surfers who respected each other also respected other surfers’ waves.

However, this time other people were involved even more. Your mom’s husband was someone who had fed and clothed you these past years. As soon as your mother married him, he had convinced her to stop working as he could perfectly support both of you. It was rare. Your mother loved to gain her own money. She loved to work, but then she just stopped.

Michael, your mother’s husband, had tried to stop you from surfing, claiming that someone of your social status shouldn’t do those types of activities. You wanted to scream at him that you were still a Pogue, and you did. However, he had hit you, your mother not doing anything as she glimpsed at the ground while Michael stated all the facts that made you a Kook and not a Pogue. All those facts related to him. You were surviving thanks to him, and he had given both your mom and you a home that you would only be able to dream about.

You had talked to Michael, asserting your ground and letting him know that you would never stop surfing. Your mom, surprisingly enough, had claimed that you weren’t doing anything wrong and that surfing was good for your mental health.

Nevertheless, you were shocked when your mother and her husband had appeared on the beach where you were getting ready to surf. You grunted to yourself as you groaned, hoping they wouldn’t cause a scene. Mainly when the so-called JJ Maybank and his friends were so close.

“W-What are you two doing here?” You placed the board on the ground.

Your mom glanced at Michael, to later look at you, offering you a tiny smile. “Well, I convinced him to come to watch you surf so he would see how passionate you are about it!” You knew your mother had good intentions, but Michael was someone who didn’t do anything out of passion or love if it wouldn’t generate more money for him.

You nodded your head, swallowing and as you gave them a last glance, you grabbed your surfboard. As you stepped away from them, your feet touching the water. “Hey,” You halted when hearing Michael’s voice. “You are getting in the water now?” His eyebrows were furrowed. You quickly nodded your head. When his gaze moved to something or someone not far from you, you glanced in the same direction. JJ and his friends were getting in the water. “Shouldn’t get in the water with dirty Pogues.” He spat loudly, making a shiver run through your body.

“Then she can get out.” You didn’t need to look behind you to know it was the blond’s voice. Staring at your mother, you hoped she would see the mistake she had committed. And you also hoped that she would tell Michael to be respectful or stop being stupid. Nevertheless, you knew that wasn’t going to happen. “The beach isn’t a place for Kooks anyway.” JJ could only see your back, but he was shocked by your silence. You always answered back.

“Don’t worry about that.” Michael spat on the sand, stepping forward and grabbing your arm forcefully. “She isn’t going to get in the same water as some fucking dirty Pogues.”

“Kind of funny of you to say that when you are fucking one.” You gasped as JJ answered back, referring to your mother.

Turning around, you glared at him. “Shut the fuck up.” You walked up to him. “Respect my mom, you fucking-.”

“Let’s get out of here, right now.” Michael’s voice echoed. You continued glaring at the blond, who was now smirking. “RIGHT NOW, Y/N!”

“Have fun in your mansion.” He whispered, and you noticed how close your faces had been. As you walked backwards to Michael and your mom, he walked back to get deeper into the sea, where his friends waited for him.

JJ Maybank and you were always running away from each other. Or maybe that’s what you both wanted to believe. I mean, there was a time where you both run to each other. A time where everyone noticed that the Maybank boy and you didn’t seem to hate each other as much as you had made everyone believe. But there were several times where you two had run to each other without noticing. Let me explain.

The first time happened when both of you were six years old, there was a storm while both of you were at kindergarten. Parents were worried as the roads were flooded, and the NEWS had advised people to stay inside. Therefore, every child had to stay there until the storm would go away. This happened a couple of weeks after JJ had tried to befriend you with his horrible tiny insects.

That day JJ Maybank had noticed that whenever a thunder burst, you shook. You were on a corner of the classroom, your back against the wall as you sat on the ground. There was a pink table in front of you with a couple of blank sheets and some colours. You had felt JJ’s gaze on you.

The boy got up from where he was sitting on the other side of the classroom, grasping some glue and scissors. He made his way to a green table that was close to yours. You observed him as he sat down, still stealing some glances. You bit your lower lip, grabbing your sheets and colours as you decided to walk to his table, sitting down next to him as you started to draw.

JJ tried to hide his smile as he took one of your blank sheets, using your colours to draw too. You had distracted yourself while drawing to the point where your body had stopped shaking.

That day you had run towards JJ Maybank, and he had run to you.

Thesecond time you ran to each other was when you were around ten years old. A few days after the big fight you had with JJ, you were at recess, sitting on a bench alone while you ate the snack that Nana had prepared. Nana was the woman who was in charge of cooking at your house, the woman you spent most of your time with because your mother was too busy with her new husband, going to parties and forgetting about traditions that you both shared and that you had promised to respect forever.

You missed the food your mother prepared, and even though Nana always managed to prepare the foods you liked the most, it was not the same as when your mother did. Lately, you had asked her to start preparing your snack again and that all the children in your class brought desserts that their parents had cooked and sometimes shared them, trying to show that their parents made the best desserts. However, Michael had made it clear to you that your mother would never have to set foot in a kitchen again since they could afford an entire catering.

And really, who would you share dessert with? Nobody wanted to be with a sickening Kook, right? Therefore, you couldn’t help but be surprised when JJ Maybank was loudly complaining about how there were no available seats to sit down and eat his snack. You were even more surprised when he decided to sit on the same bench as you. You chose not to look at him, but you asked yourself why he had sat next to you when there were other free spots even though he had said there weren’t.

Even when you noticed that JJ was looking at your food, you didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t turn around either when he offered you a small plastic cup with bananas, strawberries, and whipped cream. You didn’t say anything when you realized he had another one for him, and you wondered if all that had been on purpose. You also didn’t turn around when you split your sandwich, offering him half.

JJ Maybank had woken up earlier that morning to make two desserts when he noticed that you never had one. JJ Maybank had run to you that day, and you had let him, approaching him slowly.

Thethird time was when both of you were around fifteen. Rumours in the Outer Banks spread fast, and it was no surprise that everyone had found out what had happened to you that day. The same day that Michael and your mother had gone to the beach to watch you surf was the same day that at night you decided to run away from home, tired of Michael’s constant criticism. But that day had been horrible, especially since Michael had hit you in the face again because you had yelled at him. You only shouted at him because he had spoken ill of your father, and your mother was not even able to say anything.

You sighed, feeling your heart throbbing. You weren’t a huge fan of Michael, but he treated your mom well the first few years they started dating. But you will never forgive your mother for not defending your father. Growing up, you were sure you wanted to find someone who would treat you like your father treated your mother. As if she were the only woman in her life. It’s hard to believe that there was a time when your parents were young and couldn’t stand each other.

You felt like someone sitting next to you in complete silence. You didn’t have to look to your side to know that it was JJ Maybank. You were both quiet for a couple of minutes, close to each other while your eyes were lost on the horizon.

You didn’t need words. JJ got up from the sand after placing his jacket around your shoulders. Seeing that he had gotten up, you resolved to glance at him. But JJ was looking away, and when you followed his gaze, you saw that he was staring at his friend’s truck. JJ was trying to tell you that he would take you home, and there was no need for words as you got up from the sand, walking beside him.

That night, JJ took you home without saying a single word, shook his head when you tried to give him back the jacket and didn’t leave until he saw that you were safely inside your house. That night you both ran to each other.

The time it was obvious that JJ and you run to each other happened in a terrifying way for both of you. You were both around nineteen years old, and it happened after one of the famous Midsummers in which JJ seemed to be working as a waiter, and in which you were in a gorgeous dark green dress. But you didn’t feel very comfortable in a place like that. You never felt comfortable in a place like that.

In the last two years, your mother had changed a lot, and Michael had become someone with whom it was impossible to live. You had begun to be subjected to his orders and many of them were ridiculous and disrespectful towards your mother and you. For example, the time he demanded you to get rid of the vinyl records that you had inherited from your father, saying that you already had a father, him. Of course, the conversation did not end well when you decided to make it clear that you only had one father, and unfortunately, he was dead.

When you were tired of the party, and after Michael decided to seize your arm tightly in front of everyone, you chose to leave, regardless of the night, the cold, that your house was far away and that your heels would damage your feet.

“Hey princess,” You bit your tongue as you kept walking, without turning around because you already knew whose voice it was. “Tired of not being the star of the party?” You clenched your jaw, attempting to ignore the way JJ walked behind you.

“Maybank,” You grunted. “I’m starting to think that you don’t hate me as much as you try to pretend.” You finally turned around to look at him. “Go back to the party. Someone has to serve those drunkards.”

Before you could keep walking, JJ grabbed your arm. “I’m not the one who started off being rude.”

Your eyes widened as much as your mouth. “Get over it, JJ. We were like five years old, and you came up to me the first day in a brusque way, showing me a box of insects. What’s your problem?” You sighed. “I wasn’t the one who said he didn’t want to be around a Kook, right?” Before he could speak, you continued. “Fuck you, JJ Maybank.”

“You insulted my mother.”

“You insulted me, and everyone stopped approaching me because of it.”

“You-.”

Before the both of you could continue arguing, a speeding car stopped next to you. JJ didn’t like what was going on as he quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him. However, before you could do or say anything, the doors of the car opened, a group of four men coming out with black ski masks on their heads. Two of them were holding a bat, the other was holding a knife, and the last one didn’t hold any weapon.

“Hey, what’s going on?” JJ was quick in asking. His right hand placed on your lower back while his left hand grasped one of your arms, pulling you closer to his body. He was agile enough to push you behind him as the men seemed to shuffle closer in your direction. “What are you doing?”

Your body shook as your hands gripped the back of JJ’s white shirt, terrified by just glancing at the four men who seemed to get even closer. “J,” JJ didn’t know if he had shivered due to the nickname or by the situation in which both of you seemed to be stuck. “What’s going on?” Your voice shook as much as your body did. The Maybank boy just gripped you tighter as he continued placing you behind his body.

“What do you want?” JJ continued asking, hoping that they would answer so he could give them whatever they wanted and leave them alone. “If you want money, I don’t have much, but I will give it to you right now.” One of his hands left your body, taking his wallet out and grabbing a couple of bills. “This is all I gained the last two nights working.” The man who didn’t have any weapon walked closer, abruptly seizing the bills from JJ’s hand. “That’s all we have. She isn’t wearing a purse or pockets. That’s all we have, dude.”

The men continued to get closer. It was in mere seconds when two of the men had pulled you away from the blond boy. You had tried to grab him, and he had done the same, not wanting to be separated from you. However, while two of them grabbed you and pulled you away, the other two did the same with JJ.

You were pushed onto the ground, one of the men getting on top of you as he started maniacally laughing while showing his knife and pulling it close to your face. You started kicking your feet, trying to free yourself from the man. A couple of seconds later passed when the tears started dropping.

JJ had another man on top of him, holding the bat against his neck to keep him on the ground. However, he didn’t seem to care about what was happening to him as his wide eyes followed you. His mouth drying as he yelled. “Let her go!” He attempted to free himself. “You fucking cowards! Four versus two!” The men laughed. “Leave her alone, you fucking motherfuckers.” The Maybank boy received a punch on his cheekbone, and he was sure it would leave a mark. It wasn’t the first time JJ Maybank got hit in that exact place.

Several thoughts invaded your mind. Thoughts terrifying enough to make you shake even more. You had tried not to tremble, hoping to look stronger in front of these men. However, you couldn’t help but furiously tremble.

“Are you going to pee yourself, princess?” The man who sat on top of you laughed. He had pulled his mask up, letting you see his mouth. “Oh, should I call you by your name?” The others laughed along. You furrowed your eyebrows. “Y/N.” It was at that moment when you recognized his voice. Rafe Cameron. Your eyes widened even more as he took the black ski mask off, evilly smirking. Glancing to your side, Topper was the one sitting on top of JJ, and when the blond spat on his face, he received a punch on the stomach. “This is a lesson for you, Y/N.” Rafe made you look at him again. “You are a Kook now. Be proud of it because you don’t want to be a dirty Pogue.”

“I am a Pogue.” You snapped, and the smile left his face. Perhaps because Michael was convinced that you two would make a good couple, which was mostly based on how his business could be better if related to Cameron’s business. Of course, you had refused such an idea. “Always was,” You peeped at JJ. “Always will be.”

Before Rafe could do anything to you, the sound of distant cars made them nervous as they quickly scrambled away, getting in the car and driving again. They demanded both of you to keep silent about the encounter if you wanted to avoid another similar meeting.

A couple of seconds passed, but your body was still shaking from the scare. JJ Maybank called your name multiple times. He didn’t have the strength to move neither, mostly because his stomach was killing him after being punched.

“I’m a Pogue.” You whispered, head moving to glance at the blond boy.

He nodded his head, swallowing. “You are,” He grunted as he sat on the ground, gaze focused on you. “You were, and you will always be.” His voice was soft and inviting. Perhaps that’s what made you crawl to his lap, being embraced by him as one of his arms rested tightly around your waist while his other hand was lost in your hair, pulling you close to his chest as he breathed in.

You sobbed. “I am.” He continued affirming as he rocked his body, pulling you along as he strived to calm you down. His arms pulled you away from his chest as he examined your face and body, making sure that those fuckers hadn’t left any mark on your precious skin. Your eyes met. “That was scary.” He nodded his head, sighing and resting his forehead against yours.

That was the time both of you run to each other. Notwithstanding, you gave the first step, and he gave the second as he embraced you and kissed your naked shoulder. No one would have thought that your lips would meet in short passionate kisses. Those types of kisses you both wanted to make even more intense, wet, intimate, longer. Those kisses where your lips seemed to get attached.

And yeah, as I said, it was the first time you officiallyrun to each other, but not the last.

• Warnings: Rafe Cameron (your brother) is a manipulative shit. Angst, fluff, kind of enemies-to-lovers. Mentions of death, drugs (reader is forced to consume them), guns, abuse, induced vomit (reader gets help to vomit), etc. Swearing as always. CHANGES FROM ‘YOU’ TO ‘I/ME’ T MAKE SOME SCENES MORE REAL. NOT PROOFREAD.
• Word Count: 5103
• All Rights Reserved. The author, me, don’t allow any type of copy or adaption.
• If you guys see my works in other websites, let me know, please. I only have Tumblr.

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Sarah Cameron seemed to be a name that you couldn’t escape at all. A name everyone seemed to pronounce whenever you were close or not. Perhaps it was related to the fact that you both shared the same last name or that Sarah was never scared of freeing herself. Of course, it hadn’t been easy. But she had the Pogues, people who helped her come out of her world and see that the so-called Kooks weren’t as good, and the so-called Pogues weren’t as bad.

You didn’t have so much luck, or maybe you just weren’t as brave as Sarah. Sarah was everything you weren’t.

Rafe Cameron, your brother, liked that. He approved that you weren’t similar to Sarah, and he reminded you every day. Rafe considered that your sister was someone who had betrayed the Camerons, deciding to date and be friends with dirty Pogues. You just nodded your head, letting it be saturated with what Rafe declared regarding the Pogues. Nevertheless, sometimes you asked yourself what was like to be Sarah. What was it like to be deeply loved by friends who accepted you?

Rafe Cameron was manipulative and obsessed to carve you into the female version of himself. Yeah, it was fucked up. But it was the only love you had experienced while growing up, which modified your concept of it.

“Rafe,” You whined, your hands gripping his right arm before he could take another step. Of course, he didn’t seem to like your intervention as he spun around, looking deeply into your eyes and making you cower. He demanded with his gaze for you to continue. “I thought we were just going to have fun.”

“This will be fun.” Your brother gritted his teeth, a tiny smirk forming after. “What?” He wasn’t as stupid to not notice the expression that decorated your face. “Do you think we should leave them alone when they had entered our territory?” There wasn’t time for you to shake your head. “Is that what is happening here?” His head mentioned your grip on his arm. You let him go. “Are you starting to become like Sarah, uh?” He shook his head. “Are you going to leave me too? Are you going to choose them over your own blood?”

“Stop saying things like that!” You were agitated. “You are my brother. I will always be there for you and be on your side.” Your gaze moved to the two guys who were walking through Kook territory.

“Good.” His hand ended on your cheek, making you glance at him one again. “I know you aren’t like Sarah. I sometimes get scared you will change your mind.” No, you weren’t like Sarah. No, you wouldn’t change your mind because Rafe would always be there to remind you.

“C'mon,” Topper patted Kelce’s back as he started walking towards both boys. Barry followed them as you and your brother did too. Rafe had let you go. “Let’s teach them a lesson.”

“Hey!” You didn’t have to look at your brother to know that there was a smirk decorating his face. The same smirk that meant that trouble was approaching. But this was Rafe Cameron. Trouble followed him everywhere. “Aren’t these my two favourite Pogues?” He spat, stopping in front of the two boys who seemed to examine the situation. Five versus two. Well, four. “Haven’t I already told you not to come here?”

“Some of us need to work, Cameron,” Pope answered back, and you were surprised as it was the first time you had seen him replying to your brother. However, you could notice the fear as his tone hadn’t been aggressive. “We will finish our job and go away.” He tried to step forward, but Topper blocked his way. “Stop.”

Barry whistled. “Did the roles change?” He laughed aloud, stepping closer to Pope and grabbing the box he tightly gripped, throwing it to the ground. “Seems like you can’t finish your job now.” The others laughed as you stood behind them, not moving. Were you even breathing? “What’s up, JJ? Nothing to say?” The blond boy was always the one stepping forward, fighting back and protecting his friends. However, this time he stood silent with clenched fists and jaw.

“Who would have thought that JJ Maybank would keep his mouth shut?” Your brother grinned, stepping closer to the blonde, getting quite close to his face. “What happened, JJ?” The blond didn’t back away. “Did daddy finally cut your tongue, or does he just hit the shit out of you?” You lowly gasped as your brother’s minions laughed. “I admire your old man for doing the job that half the Kooks wish to do on you.” The smirk had left as he got even closer to JJ’s face. What no one expected was for JJ to spit on your brother’s face. Rafe used his arm to wipe his face. “So you are into spitting, uh?”

“I don’t know,” He finally answered back. “Ask your sister.”

Then, it happened.

Rafe turned his head, glancing your way. “Did you get close to him?” The rage was evident. “Did you get close to these fucking Pogues and lied to me?” You quickly shook your head, attempting to swallow. Your brother’s face was red as he stared at JJ once again. “You are dead, motherfucker.” Pope ended up restrained by Topper and Kelce as Barry grabbed JJ’s arm, giving Rafe easy access to repeatedly punch him on the stomach.

He didn’t stop. You didn’t stop him.

JJ had ended up on the floor, groaning and clutching his stomach. A bloody mouth from one of your brother’s hooks. Pope, kneeling next to him on the ground, worried. Your brother and his friends leaving as you stood there for a couple of seconds, glancing at the two boys.

“What.” Pope snapped at you. He believed that you were to blame as much as Rafe because you just stood there, gazing at your brother and his friends while they beat JJ. Pope was just mad. He knew that not even you could do anything to stop Rafe Cameron from being a fucking asshole.

“I…” You took a deep breath, body shaking. Your eyes met those of the blond one, which were a bit squinted due to the discomfort. “I-I’m s-,” Why was it so hard? Before you could try to apologize, Rafe had yelled for you to keep up with their pace. Offering both Pogues a last glance, you ran away.

You were the first one who didn’t apologize.

You groaned, clenching the soft blankets between your fingers and slightly moving your head so it would rest under your pillow, attempting to get away from the noise that seemed to invade the comforts of your bedroom. The noise seemed to stop, but only for a couple of seconds as it came back, holding you back from falling asleep once again.

Someone was calling you. Turning around and extending your arm, you blindly sought for your phone. “Yes?” Your voice was harsh as your mouth was dry. You couldn’t even see who was calling you. The light from the phone was too bright against your eyes, so you just decided to answer.

“Y/N.”

“Rafe?” You woke up a little bit after hearing his rushed voice. “W-What is going on? What time is it?” With some difficulty and squinting your eyes, you were able to look at the time. 3.33 a.m. “What the…” Placing the phone against your ear, you sat down on the bed. “Rafe, what is going on?”

“I need you to come to get us.” His voice was still rushed. “We are five streets down from home. I will send you the direction, alright?” Your mouth opened and closed, not knowing what was happening. “And I need you to come fast. Like right now, Y/N.”

Your heard noise in the background. “Are the boys with you?” You were pretty sure you had detected Barry, insulting someone.

“Stop asking all these fucking questions, Y/N.” He grunted, sighing after. “Now, Y/N.” You nodded your head as if he could see you, hanging up and deciding to wear a hoodie. You didn’t change your shoes or pyjama pants, terrified of Rafe being in trouble, which probably was why he had called you.

When you arrived at the destination place, you found your brother and some of his friends getting physical with the Pogues. You quickly parked your car, getting off and running towards Rafe, gripping his arm before it would punch John B in the face. “What is going on?” You whispered as your heart beat madly, inflicting pain in your chest.

“Your fucking brother placed drugs on one of Pope’s deliveries.” John B spat, glaring at you as if you had anything to do with it. “He prepared a trap, and he called the cops on us.”

“Hey, hey,” Barry called out, a smirk decorating his stupid face. “It’s your fault for having those drugs.” Before they could get into a more physical argument, the cops had arrived, asking for explanations.

Yeah, Rafe Cameron had set a trap for the Pogues. However, this time they were prepared as there had been witnesses when your brother and his friends had beaten JJ and Pope. Someone had been recording.

“You all coming with us for drug possession.” Your heat ached, but Rafe remained still, knowing that your dad would take you out as soon as he knew. Glancing at the Pogues, you noticed the relief in his eyes. Perhaps they doubted if they could win against some Kooks. You were startled when someone had grabbed your wrists. “C'mon, ma'am. You are coming too.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you claimed that you had nothing to do with what had happened. “You were with these boys in the video. We must take you until we confirm all the information.” As your head was pulled down as you were forced into the car, JJ Maybank’s gaze met yours.

He never apologized for not stating that you had nothing to do with what had happened.

“You should have come faster.” Rafe’s thigh hit yours as both of you were sitting in the police car. “This is your fault.”

You were lying on the cold floor of your bedroom, eyes closed and chest peacefully rising as music invaded your bedroom, granting a feeling of freedom that you never had the opportunity to experience.

Of course, that peacefulness was interrupted as Rafe barged into your safe place. Your bedroom’s or hitting the wall, and you reminded yourself to check the wall to make sure he hadn’t left a mark.

“I need your help.” You already didn’t like what was going on. “Dad is going to check my room for drugs because of what happened a week ago.” The night you both spent in jail because there was no one to bail you out as your father had disappeared for the night. You had tried to convince Rafe to use your chance of a call to call Sarah, but the way he had glared at you, determined what he thought about what you said. “I need to hide this.” He showed you a tiny transparent bag that had four pills inside.

“He will search mine too.” You never did drugs. It was just something you wanted to avoid. “He had been searching mine too because of what had happened.” You crossed your arms over your chest, glancing directly into your brother’s eyes.

“I know.” He stepped closer. “That’s why I need you to swallow them.” What. “I already took some. I can’t take more.”

You shook your head. “Then throw them away, Rafe.”

“You know how much I paid for this shit?” His volumed rose. “I’m not throwing this away. Are you seriously going to make me waste all that money and not help me?” He was doing it again. He was manipulating you. “After all the things I’ve done for you? Who was there when Sarah left us for the Pogues? Who beat those kids who used to bully you in school? Who was the one that took you to eat your favourite ice cream when we were kids? Who was the one who stopped Maverick Mathers from sticking his hand under your skirt?” When he regarded the expression you did whenever you were overthinking, he smiled.

You swallowed the four pills.

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You weren’t sure if it was due to the heat that your body felt weak. You felt like collapsing in the middle of the road. However, you also knew that it was due to the drugs you had taken.

Where were you going? Far from Rafe and Ward Cameron.

Was it a good idea? Not really. Or yes. You weren’t sure.

You didn’t have an exact location on your mind. You didn’t have an exact place where you would go, hoping for someone to grab your arms and pull you up and comfort your trembling body. But you had ended in front of the Chateau, staring at the door as if someone would notice your presence and pull it open.

And someone did. A mess of blond hair and curious eyes with a hint of something more stared back at you. He noticed your shape. Guessing that he wouldn’t say anything, you stepped forward. Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times. Biting your lower lip, you madly blinked, wishing the tears would disappear. “Is…” You paused for a couple of seconds, attempting to calm your breathing. “Is Sarah home?” Home. What a strange word. How does it feel? Sarah had learnt that home wasn’t a place. You, sadly, would probably never understand that. JJ shook his head. “C-can I wait inside for her?” You saw the anger in his face. “Just for a couple of-.”

“Who is it?” A voice sounded from the inside. Seconds later, the door opened a little bit more, showing John B. His eyes widened as he saw you. “Oh, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes glanced behind you, expecting to see Rafe.

You opened your mouth once again. Though, words didn’t seem to make an appearance. Why would they help you? All the things Rafe did to them fell on you too, because you were always there. Never stopping him. Never offering the Pogues a helping hand. So what the heck were you expecting?

You swirled around, swallowing your tears as you decided to walk away without saying anything. “Fuck.” You felt like falling on the ground and curling and screaming and crying and perhaps dying.

“Y/N,” You ignored John B’s call. “Sarah went out with Kiara.” He paused while you still walked, slowly as everything seemed to be moving. “She might be here soon. Want to wait for her inside?” His tone was softer, and you wanted to punch him. You wanted to punch him for being so nice to you when you never were. “I’m sure Sarah will be happy to see you.” Your heart ached, or was it your entire body? “She always says how much she misses you.” You stopped, turning around and meeting their eyes. John B’s stare was sincere, soft and protective. JJ’s was encouraging, and he seemed ready to jump forward…to attack? Or to help?

The next thing you knew, you were sitting on their couch in silence. John B had asked several times if you wanted something to eat, but the mere mention of food made you want to vomit. Finally, you had opted to let him give you some cold water. He wasn’t far away but being alone with JJ was intimidating.

“Hey,” Glancing back, you met a pair of eyes that weren’t blue. John B placed a glass filled with water on top of a small table. “Are you okay?” Why was he asking? Maybe because even though the weather was scorching, you embraced yourself as your body quivered uncontrollably. “You are scaring us, Y/N.” Shifting your gaze, you observed how close JJ had gotten, concern in both of their faces.

“W-when will S-s-sarah come?”

“Want me to call her?” He was already taking his phone out of his back pocket. He touched his screen a couple of times, pressing his phone to his ear. “Sarah? Are you close?” You glanced from one boy to another. “Uhm, your sister is here. No, Y/N. She is here.” Your teeth ticked. “She is asking for you.” Your body started shaking even more violently, alarming the boys. “Sarah…” He hesitated. “I think something is wrong. Come fast, please.” His calm voice didn’t match the expression on his face.

You felt hands on you. Hands, grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to meet a pair of blue eyes. “Did you consume?” His question was sharp. You were surprised by his recognition. Has he ever been in such a horrible situation? Willingly? “I need you to tell me if you had consumed anything, Y/N.” You were scared. What would they think of you?

“Y/N…” John B gently urged, hand resting on your shoulder. You quickly nodded your head. “What did you consume?” You shook your head. “Y/N, we need to know what you consume-.”

“Rafe.” You interrupted them.

JJ glanced at his friend, eyes lost, trying to decipher your answer. “Rafe gave them to you?” You nodded. “You don’t know what he gave you?” Again. “Were they pills?” Your body shook too much. Dizziness overcoming you. JJ’s hand quickly grabbed your right one. “Squeeze two times if it was pills.” One. Two. “How many? Y/N, how many did you take?” One. Two. Three. Four. “Shit.” His other hand went through his locks.

“What do we do? Do we call an ambulance? Do we-.”

“No,” The blond bit his lower lip. “Someone will have to go get her. Either Rafe or Ward.” You whimpered. “We make her vomit.” His hands grabbed your arms. “Help me, dude.” John B just listened to his friend, knowing he had more experience with this type of thing.

You ended in front of the toilet, sitting on the cold ground. JJ was sitting behind you, his chest against your back. He ordered John B to grab your hair. “Cmon, Y/N. Don’t hold back.” Your sister’s boyfriend seemed worried for you, deeply worried.

You shook your head. You couldn’t.

Maybank’s body trembled behind yours. “Y/N, we need you to vomit.” His breath caressed your ear. “If you don’t do it, we will have to take you to the hospital.” With much effort, you turned around to look at him. “Can I?” You sighed, nodding your head. “Okay, Okay.” His own body pushed yours closer to the toilet. “Open your mouth.” He shared a look with John B as he inserted his fingers inside your mouth, pushing them as far as possible. He felt your gags. “It’s okay. Let it go.” He continued encouraging you as his fingers went deeper. “Yes, yes.” His fingers hurriedly left your mouth as he felt the most powerful gagging motion.

You left before Sarah could arrive, even if John B pleaded for you to stay, and JJ stayed silent as he observed you. You left without apologizing for pulling them into your mess.

Several days had gone by since you had appeared on the Chateau. You hadn’t been answering Sarah’s calls, too embarrassed. You ignored the Pogues’ glances when you were out.

“Wake up.” Rolling on your bed, you sighed, bothered by whoever was trying to wake you up. “I said wake up.” It was when you felt something on your forehead that you decided to open your eyes. A gun. A gun was tightly pressed against your sweaty forehead. A gun was held by no other than Rafe Cameron. “Topper saw you leaving the Chateau a couple of days ago.” His jaw was clenched. “I don’t need to ask what you were doing there. Traitor.” He spat. "Worst thing, I already knew. I tried to see if you were going to turn around, but you continued towards the Chateau.“ He chuckled. "I have a device on your phone. I know where you are all the time, and I saw you. I saw you.”

“Rafe…”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Y/N.” He pressed the gun farther into your skin, demanding for you to get up. “You really wanted to see Sarah?” Rage. “Did you so badly wanted to see the person who left us? Not caring about us at all.”

“Rafe,” I swallowed, hands up in surrender. “It’s not what you think. I don’t know how I ended th-.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!” He spat all over my face. “You wanted Sarah,” His face moving closer to mine. “I will give you Sarah.” From his pants, he took a rope, cuffing my hands behind my back. Also, covering my eyes with a rag as he grabbed my arm. The gun once again pressed to my body. This time-pressed to my side as he manhandled me.

“Rafe.” I sobbed, terrified as my naked feet felt the ground against my feet. “Rafe, where are you taking me?” He didn’t answer as he pushed my body inside his car. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He didn’t accept my apology as he got in the car, turning it on. “I swear I didn’t mean to end up there. I was drugged, I-.”

He chuckled. “So now you are blaming me?!” He yelled. “You are the one who wanted to go back to the person who abandoned us for some dull filthy Pogues.” He was going fast.

I didn’t know how long I was inside his car, nor where I was. I just knew I was terrified, a feeling that seemed to be present whenever Rafe was around. A sensation that was eating me from the inside, screaming at me to do the same. To yell. To shatter my lungs until someone would hear me, hoping to be saved, hoping to be heard.

I was forcefully taken from the car, and while I cried, he remained silent, pulling my body around and urging me to walk to, perhaps, my death.

Minutes later, after walking on the ground, cold tiles and stepping downstairs, he pushed me again. I fell to the ground with a yelp, and that’s when another voice was heard. “Rafe, please. Please let me go. Please, don’t do this.” Sarah? She was weeping, and I was pretty sure her body was shaking.

“Oh, c'mon,” He laughed. “I’m not the bad boy here. I’m helping you both see each other. You guys have a lot of things in common. The sisters who abandon their family for dirty Pogues and non-blood-related people.”

“Y/N?” She asked between sobs. I nodded my head, looking in the direction I thought she was. Then, I thought that maybe her eyes were covered too, and I weakly said ‘yes’.

“Enjoy your sister bonding time.” He grunted. “It won’t be long.” He stepped forward, and the bandage was taken off from my eyes. I blinked a couple of times, ignoring his figure retrieving and leaving the room.

My eyes adjusted to the light. Sarah was staring at me with wet cheeks and red eyes, her bottom lip trembling and her body shaking as I guessed. “Oh fuck, are you okay?” I nodded my head. “Is he…Is he going to kill us?” Perhaps. We were talking about Rafe Cameron. You never knew how fucked up his mind was or the type of thoughts that invaded his brain. “Oh my god,” She sobbed, violently. “What are we going to do? How are we going to get out of here?” We seemed to be in a basement. Where? Not sure. Not a clue. Not a fucking clue. “I’ve been screaming and,” She choked. “I don’t think anyone can hear us. I don’t think they can.”

My eyes widened as I gasped. “My phone.” Sarah glanced at me, confused. “He planted a tracking device on my phone. It’s in the front pocket of my pyjama pants.” How didn’t he notice?

“Oh my god,  I can’t believe your habit of sleeping with your phone is going to help us for the first time.” She used to get mad at me for sleeping with my phone, claiming it was dangerous for my health. “Come closer to my back. I will try to grab it.” I did as I was told, and after a couple of sighs and curses, she was able to grab it. “I can’t see the screen. Guide me, Y/N.” I nodded my head, still sobbing. “Okay. Is this number 5?”

“Wait,” I leaned forward. “Tell me the number.” She started telling me John B’s number as I marked it with my nose, having some complications hitting the numbers.

We both cried, praying forJohn B to answer. “Yes? Who’s this?” Sarah gasped, a heart-breaking sound accompanied by a teary laugh. “Sarah? Is that you?” He recognised her without even hearing her talk. “Where are you? You said you would be here in 10 minutes, and it’s been 20 min-.”

“John B, please.” She stopped him. “You need to listen. I’m calling from Y/N’s phone. Rafe has kidnapped us. We don’t know where we are, but my sister claims that Rafe placed a tracking device in her phone. I’m sure Pope can figure it out.”

“Sarah, is this a joke?” We heard voices behind him. The other Pogues could hear us now.

“N-not a joke,” I spoke. “He tracked my phone before. I didn’t know until today.” I glanced at my sister, who smiled at me. I had missed her. “He has a gun,” I whispered. I heard a male voice in the background cursing, JJ.

“Okay, we will figure this out, okay?” His voice shook. “We will take you both out of there. We will figure it out.”

I heard footsteps. “Sarah,” I cried. “He is coming back. He is-.”

“Hang up!” JJ screamed. “Listen to me, Y/N. Hang up ad kick the phone far from you. Now!” The call ended.

“Aw, look how close you both got.” He smirked, making a chill run through my body. “Who would have thought that the sisters would end together again.” His stare turned towards me. “Not me for sure.”

“Rafe…” I started.

“Tell me, Y/N.” He swirled the gun around his fingers. “I don’t care about this bitch anymore. I’m over it.” No, he wasn’t. “I’m over her changing us for filthy pogues.” He stepped closer to me. “But I can’t believe youwould do it, Y/N.” His glare deepened. “Was it because of Sarah? Did you miss her? Was she a better sibling than me? Because it was me who was there for you.” His voice rose. “I was always there FOR YOU!” I flinched. “Or was it for the blond shit, uh?” I had complications swallowing. “Yeah, I saw how you looked at him on Midsummers. I saw how you wanted to walk up to him when we did something to them.” I remained silent. “Did you want to suck his dick?” I felt disgusted by his words. “I get it. A bitch has needs too. But for him? Do you know how long Barry has been trying to get in your pants? I’ve been trying to help him. I was trying to see if my onlydecent sister would settle down with a friend of mine, someone I can trust.”

I was tired. “You and your friends can’t be trusted.” I spat. Sarah begged me to keep silent. I couldn’t. I was quiet for so long. “You are bullies.” Not my best insult, but I was just warming up. “You are a fucking psychopath who has puppies sucking your balls and following you everywhere out of fear. You have abandonment issues that you created by yourself because you are a manipulative bitch who wants to have everyone under your control.” The back of the gun hit my mouth, and I whined in pain, spatting blood on the ground as Sarah screamed.

“Go to hell, Y/N.” The gun was pointing between my eyes, and he didn’t seem to hesitate.

“Then I will see you again, Rafe.”

Before he could pull the trigger, blue and red light shone on the outside. Rafe panicked. We heard screams and other noises. The door opened, and officers came in, restraining Rafe. Sarah and I cried even harder, out of relief.

Other officers freed our hands and Sarah’s legs as they started questioning us. We answered with trembling voices as our hands found each other, squeezing.

“Sarah” She glanced at me with tears in her eyes. “I’m so so sorry.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry for everything. I never wanted to hur-.”

“No, no.” She shook her head, pulling me into her embrace. “I’m sorry for not taking you out of there. For not making you see that you were being manipulated and-.”

“Oh my god,” Someone gasped. Looking up, I saw Sarah’s friends, who race to her. John B being the first one grabbing her face, making sure she was alright and kissing her multiple times. “Sarah, god. Oh my god.” My sister cried even harder, feeling the comfort of her…family. Kiera cried while placing her head on her shoulder, glad to have her friend safe. Pope offered reassuring smiles, and JJ blinked fast, trying to hide his tears.

John B quickly turned his head to glance at me, and that’s when I noticed that JJ was looking away. He was attempting not to meet my eyes. “She’s okay, JJ.” John B whispered. “Mouth is bleeding. Bruise on her forehead.”

The blond boy finally swung around, meeting my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I spoke. “I’m sorry for everything. I hope one day you would be able to forgive me for everything I’ve done.” I wept. “I should have stopped them. I’m so sorr-.”

Arms. Strong warm arms embraced me. I saw a tiny bit of blond hair before closing my eyes while hugging him back. “I’m sorry,” His voice cracked. “We should have done something to take you away from someone like that. We saw how he treated you. That last day should have been enough for me to do something, and I didn’t.” He put some space between us. His hands grasping my cheeks and he didn’t seem to care about the blood in my mouth as his lips met mine.

Moments later, more arms were around me. We apologized. I was welcomed by the Pogues.

I had Pope.

I had Kie.

I had John B.

I had Sarah. My sister. Her name wasn’t something I wanted to escape now.

I had JJ Maybank.

I had a home. A family.

just a bet ⟶ jj maybank x fem!reader

REQUEST:  “Heyy ! Can you write an imagine ( JJ x reader ) he dated her for a bet with JB and all the pogues knew about it, but time goes on and JJ falls in love with her and the pogues really like her so they decide to forget about the bet and to never tell her about it ( cuz she’ll never forgive them) and after a few months, the reader finds out ( you can choose how) is heartbroken and the pogues try to explain but the reader won’t listen and she leaves but she gets into a car crash and she doesn’t make it ( like coma/just dead/brain dead you decide) and the pogues are really sad ab it. I like sad endings for some reasons idk” ( @dearelliewrites)

A/N: i am so so sorry for being inactive the last few months.

SUMMARY:john b dares jj to date you. when they start to actually like you, they promise each other to never tell you. who would’ve thought there would’ve been a witness to this bet.

WARNING: mentions of drinking, swearing, partying, mentions of smoking

GENRE: angst, a lil bit of fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

(fem = female reader) not edited!!

lower case intended

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Y/N y/l/n. a petite girl that everyone on both sides of the island knew. she was a kook, as usual. but she wasn’t like all the other kooks. she was actually nice.

she didn’t have one bad bone in her small 5'4 body. however, the pogues thought it was all an act. the bubbly personality, the perfectly curled hair that bounced on her shoulders, the bright white teeth that blinded everyone when she lit the room up with her smile, the flower like aroma that lingered in the air when she was around.

it all was fake. it had to be. no one here was a kook and was just like y/n. so there was only one thing to conclude.

it was all fake.

THE pogues sat on the beach, catching their breaths after a long time of surfing in the boiling hot sun. jj ran a hand through his damp hair, squinting his eyes as the light blinded him.

“look who it is. miss y/n y/l/n.” he scoffed, moving his toothpick around his mouth with his tongue. kie rolled her eyes while pope stared off in the distance. john b sat down beside jj, beer in hand and his soaked bandana being used as a headband.

“what’d i miss?” john b asked, sipping his luke warm beer before kicking his sandals off in front of him. jj nodded his head towards the girl a few feet away from them. the group watched as she chatted with an elderly couple, her flowery scent blowing over to them through the breeze.

“dude, she has to be one of the biggest bitches in private, i swear.” john b muttered as the group looked away from her, their eyes staring at the water in front of them.

“she has everybody fooled. bet you $5 she is worse than sarah cameron.” jj stated as he glanced back at the girl.

john b smirked, resting his arms on his knees before nudging jj’s side, “wanna find out? i dare you to date her and expose the real her.” jj scoffed, sitting up and facing john b.

“what’s in it for me?”

“$50 and you can use the chateu whenever you have some touron attached to your hip at the keggers.”

“deal.” the two shook hands as kie and pope chuckled at the idiots beside them. there was no way y/n y/l/n would date jj maybank.

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ITwas a friday night and the pogues were preparing for the kegger they would be throwing in about 5 hours. jj hadn’t shown up yet but the pogues weren’t necessarily worried. it was a party. he’d show.

it had been about a week since john b dared jj to try and date y/n. the group hadn’t really spoken on it since. until jj showed up 30 minutes later, a big grin on his face.

“you guys will never believe what just happened!” he exclaimed, jogging over to the group with his phone in his hand.

“guess who got y/n y/l/n’s snap. me. i did.” the three turned to the blonde, eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed.

“there’s no way.” pope chuckled, laughing his ass off with kie while jj rambled on to them about how he got it and how he invited her to the kegger tonight.

john b sighed and rested his forehead against the palm of his hand “jj, why the fuck would you invite her to the kegger?”

“because. we have a dare to complete, jb.” jj smirked, throwing his arm around john b’s shoulder and grinning at the group, “cmon. i have $50 and an entire chateau to win.”

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FAST forward to now. 5 months later. that night, y/n showed up to the kegger and enchanted jj maybank and the rest of the pogues in her flowery aroma and sweet tooth smile.

it was something about her that made the pogues love her. her energy was crazy. she encouraged the pogues to do their usual stupid things, unlike sarah cameron, john b’s now girlfriend, who was worried they would get hurt.

she would spend hours on hours with the group and bring snacks that she would pay for with her own money. she would invite the group over to her house, where they met her parents, one of the sweetest couple out there on the island.

she cared for them like they were her own family. and that’s what made jj fall in love with her.

they was she put them over herself every single day. she cared for them like no one else ever had.

y/n y/l/n wasn’t faking it. she never was.

and that’s what made the pogues decide they would never speak of the dare. it was forbidden. they couldn’t lose her over their stupid decisions from the past.

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THE group sit outside around the fire, drinking their beers and laughing as the music blares from the speaker on the table. while you are inside using the restroom when you receive a text from rafe cameron.

rafe:u might wanna ask ur little friends and ur bf why they made a bet on you awhile ago.

y/n: what are you talking about

rafe: kelce heard ur little pogue friends make a bet with jj that he could date you and expose you.

you bite back my tears as you stomp outside, throwing your phone at jj causing the group to look at you in shock.

“y/n- what’s going on-”

“read the fucking texts, jj.” you spit, tears pooling down your cheeks. he grabs your phone, scanning the texts before looking up at you with wide eyes.

“sunshine, i can expl-”

“please tell me he’s fucking lying. please tell me i am not a fucking bet. tell me.”

jj goes silent as the group watches you, sarah sitting beside john b with a confused expression on her face.

“did you know about this?” you ask sarah as you turns to her, grasping your phone out of jj’s hand and showing her the texts. sarah shakes her head no, angrily looking at john b.

“is she a fucking bet too, john b? are us kooks just a fucking game to all of you?”

kie chews on her lip as she fiddles with her fingers, “y/n, please let us explain.”

“after everything i have done for all of you. after the shit i’ve received for caring for you guys. i have been through fucking hell at school and around my neighborhood because i am one of you guys. my parents get side eyed in the fucking grocery store. and this entire time i’ve been a fucking bet?!” you sob out, grabbing your phone from sarah’s hand and shoving it in your back pocket, “fuck all of you.”

you spin on your heel and walks to your car, hearing them yell after you.

“sunshine. sunshine please. let me explain.”

you ignore jj as you unlock your car doors and aggressively wipe the tears off of your face.

“y/n, please. i love you”

“no you don’t,” you sob, “you don’t do that shit to someone that you love. i would’ve never fucking done this to you. to any of you.”

jj stares at you in shock, tears sliding down his cheek, “y/n.”

“save it, jj. i don’t want to hear it anymore.” you mutter before climbing in your car and starting it, ignoring his gaze as you speed off.

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YOU drive home as the rain beats against your windshield, mocking you. how stupid of you to think they were good people. it was fake. all of it was fake.

they never loved you. he never loved you. it was all for a bet.

you let out an ugly sob as the wind picks up and the rain puddles into the potholes on the ground, causing your car to hydroplane. in one swift motion you swerve off the road and into the other lane, coming head on with a semi that barrels towards you.

you let out an ear piercing scream as everything goes black.

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JJgroans loudly as his phone buzzes for the 30th time beside his head. he picks it up, muttering a sleepy hello into the microphone before y/n’s mother’s voice echoes through. “jj?” she sobs, “jj? are you awake? i need you and the rest of you to come to the hospital. there’s been an accident.”

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JOHN B speeds to the hospital, as kie and pope try to calm jj down in the back seat.

“jj, she’s going to be okay.” kie states repeatedly as jj grips his hands in his hair.

“if i stopped her from leaving she wouldn’t be hurt right now.” no one says anything as they’re full of guilt from the night before.

“why did you guys do it?” sarah asks from the passenger seat, “why did you get have to bet on her? she thinks you guys don’t love her. that all of it was fake. why would you do that to her? especially a girl like her.”

“i never meant to hurt her. it’s the last thing i wanted to do. i love her. even if she thinks i don’t.” jj mumbles quickly as tears brim his eyes. he rests his forehead on his knees, closing his eyes and waiting til they arrive at the hospital.

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“JJ!” y/n’s mother chokes out, noticing the group arrive into the waiting room. jj rushes over to the older women and hugs her, listening to the woman break beneath him.

“mrs. y/l/n, what happened? is she okay??” he asks as y/n’s father slowly hugs each of the pogues one by one. mrs. y/l/n lets out a racked sob, gripping onto jj’s torso.

mr. y/l/n gently rests his hands on jjs shoulder, biting back a sob, “she isn’t going to make it, son. she’s slowly going.” jj’s life flashes before his eyes as tears flood his cheeks. his throat burns and his face goes hot. the room spins around him.

“what?” he whispers out, his grip on mrs.y/l/n loosening.

“she hydroplaned during the storm last night and swerved into the other lane and hit head on with a semi. she’s practically brain dead and her vitals are declining. there’s no saving her.” mr. y/l/n sobs, patting jj’s shoulder.

“no.” he whispers, “no. no, no, no, no. she can’t. they have to do something. she can’t go just like that. i fucking love her. she can’t leave me here like that. not after last night. she thinks i hate her. she needs to know i love her. mr. y/l/n, please. tell them to do something.” jj lets out in sobs, the pogues watching jj from a foot away as they all cry to themselves.

“please. please. she can’t leave me. i love her. she can’t go thinking i don’t love her.”

blind ⟶ jj maybank x fem!reader

REQUEST:34) “Why can’t you see that I’m in love with you?” with jj <3 some good old angst with a happy ending :)

SUMMARY: jj fails to see how you feel about him

WARNING: mentions of drinking, swearing, partying, mentions of smoking, mentions of abuse

GENRE: angst, fluff

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

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YOU lay on the hammock outside as everyone else is gathered around the fire outback, drinking, smoking, just having the time of their lives as you stare up at the stars and let the hammock swing slightly. you hear giggling from beside you and see jj walking a girl inside the chateau. you make eye contact look away, your heart shattering. you chew your bottom lip and close your eyes, ignoring the rest of the sounds coming from inside.

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IT’S been 3 days since the party at john b’s. 3 days since you spoke to jj. 3 days since you realized your feelings for jj weren’t platonic. 3 days since you started to distance yourself from your friends. because of him.

you let out a sigh as the sun beats against your body. you adjust your sunglasses and rest your arms at your sides, your fingers feeling the towel beneath you. you hum to yourself slightly, freezing when you hear familiar voices off in the distance. you turn your head slightly and see the pogues with their surf boards, walking in your direction.

you panic, quickly standing up and grabbing your things in a hurry. you start to run off when you hear kie yell your name, a big smile on her face.

“y/n! hey! what’s up?“ you stop, avoiding jj’s burning stare. you shrug, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

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A week. a week since you saw your friends at the beach. you’ve been on edge, panicking that you’ll run into them if you leave your house. so you haven’t. you’ve been locking yourself in your room, lying to your parents saying you haven’t been feeling well.

you sigh and turn on your side, staring at the wall beside you as your music blares throughout your room. you yawn and close your eyes, slowing dozing off.

10 minutes later, a knock echoes throughout your room. you sit up, wide eyed and confused. cautiously, you make your way to your window, slowly peaking behind your curtain, seeing jj staring right back at you. you freeze. shit.

you slowly open your curtains and unlock your window, letting jj slide it open and crawl through. “hey..” you whisper, watching him stare at you, emotionlessly.

“cut the bullshit.” he states, letting his arms hang at his sides as he watches you intently.

“what?” you ask, furrowing your brows together and crossing your arms across your chest.

“you heard me.” he’s still watching you, unamused.

“i.. i did hear you. i’m asking what you mean.” you explain, anxiously tapping your fingers on your arms. he looks away from you, glancing around your room as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, letting out a low chuckle.

“why? why are you ignoring me? not even just me, you’re ignoring everybody! what did we do? because to be honest, we’re all fucking sick of you distancing yourself and not talking to us.“

you bite your tongue, blinking away the tears. they’re sick of you? "i’ve been going through family stuff, jj. i told you guys that.” he laughs but it’s not humorously. “yeah. okay, y/n. keep making excuses.” you release your arms, furrowing your eyebrows at the blonde in front of you.

“excuse me? you have some fucking nerve showing up to my house to say shit like this. not everything is fucking about you, jj. i know it’s hard to fucking believe, but it’s the truth.“ you ramble, throwing your hands around in anger.

he stares at you, jaw clenched. "how long are you gonna keep going on with this lie? kie saw your parents. she asked how you were doing and your parents told us you’ve been locking yourself in your room and haven’t left it since the day we saw you at the beach.” you bite your lip.

fuck.

“they don’t want to tell people about what’s going on.” you whisper, not sounding convincing at all. he throws his hands in the air, stepping away from you, “why are you still lying, y/n? tell us what we fucking did wrong.”

you turn around, resting your hands on your dresser. “leave.” you whisper. he stares at the back of your head, shocked.

“what?” he asks. you turn around to face him, nudging your arm to the window.

“leave.”

he scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “fuck you, y/n.” he states, walking towards your door and slamming it shut on his way out.

you collapse on your bed, tears running down your cheek. it’s for the best. this is what you need to do. you can’t get your heartbroken by him. therefore you can’t tell him the truth. right?

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TWO weeks later, your parents forced you out of the house. you’ve been talking to kie and pope again. you explained what was going on and they understood. they just wished you would’ve told them beforehand.

you stand at the entrance of the kegger the pogues decided to throw. you knew jj wouldn’t be around the pogues because nights like these were the nights were he would pick a touron to take home. you see kie and speed walk over to her, throwing yourself on her and greeting her with a smile.

its been about an hour or two since you arrived and you’ve been sitting at the fire talking with john b, sarah, pope, kie, and a few other pogues you go to school with.

you’re in the middle of a conversation when you see jj walking up with a girl attached to his hip. you look away from him and continue on with the conversation. he sits in front of you, watching you intently. the girl eyes you, glaring at you whenever she can. you bite your tongue, stopping you from saying anything.

30 minutes later, jj has finished about 2 more beers and is getting more obnoxious by the minute. you’re waiting for it. for him to blow up. and then it happens.

“it’s nice to see you crawling back, y/n.” he says loudly, causing everyone at the fire to go silent. you look him right in the eye, glaring daggers into his head.

“it’s nice to see you adding onto your list of std’s, jj.” you state blandly. kie gaps at you, her eyes wide. she nudges you, “y/n. don’t. just ignore him.”

you ignore her, still making eye contact with jj. he bites his tongue, breaking eye contact to take another sip of his beer. the girl whispers into his ear, causing him to grin. you chew your lip and stand up, grabbing your stuff and turning to him, tossing your beer in his face. everyone gasps and the girl shrieks as some of it lands on her. “you bitch!” she yells, standing up. jj stands up, watching you.

“fuck you.” you whisper, wiping away your tears before stalking off, ignoring kie calling after you. you hear footsteps running after you. you ignore them until suddenly your being turned around. you gasp slightly as you make eye contact with jj, shoving his hands off of you.

“don’t fucking touch me.” you spit, stepping away from him. he ignores you. “what the fuck was that, y/n?“ he asks, anger evident in his features.

“it was what you fucking deserve, jj. i don’t give a fuck if your drunk or not. you made a scene in front of everyone. something you know i fucking hate. yet you didn’t give a fuck.” you shout slightly. “and then the whore on your lap thought she was funny and made that fucking comment. i fucking heardit loud and clear, jj. and you laughed.you fucking laughed at that comment. why the fuck would you do something like that?” you yell, ignoring his attempts to interrupt you.

he goes silent, staring at you. “god. and to think we were best fucking friends 4 weeks ago. and now you’re treating me like i’m a fucking kook.” you state as he shrugs.

“you’ve been ignoring me, y/n. not the other way around. what am i supposed to do? be fucking buddy-buddy with you?“ he asks as you scoff, throwing your hands in the air, "no. but you don’t have to fucking treat me like that! you could’ve fucking kept your mouth shut.”

“i’m not you, y/n. i say what’s on my mind. i don’t lie to people and hide from everyone.” he states, his jaw clenched. you’ve had enough. the anger pulsing through your veins right now was dangerous. this whole situation was. but you’re over it. there’s no stopping now.

“you want me to say what’s on my fucking mind, jj? fine, i will. let me ruin everything some more. i fucking ignored you because i can’t control how i fucking feel. i can’t control the heartbreak i fucking feel looking at you and your side bitches. i can’t handle your harmless fucking flirting. i can’t handle you.”

he lets out a low chuckle, anger and hurt on his face, “if you didn’t want to be friends with me anymore, you could’ve just fucking said that, y/n.”

oh my god. he doesn’t fucking get it.

“oh my fucking god, jj, why don’t you fucking get it? why can’t you get it through your thick fucking skull that i want to be friends with you. i want you in my fucking life. but it’s fucking hard because you’re so fucking blind.”you shout angrily, throwing your hands around.

fuck it.

“y/n-”

“why can’t you see that i’m in love with you?” you ask loudly. he stops, staring at you with wide eyes. “there. you have the truth that you wanted so fucking badly. i’m in love with you. i can’t handle you because you don’t feel the same and i’m tired of hurting myself by watching you with all of these fucking girls that you bring home. i want it to be me. and it never fucking will be. so, yeah, i can’t fucking handle my feelings, jj.”

he stands there in silence, starting at the ground. you chew your bottom lip, ignoring the tears sliding down your cheeks.

“there you fucking have it.” you whisper before turning around, letting him stand there in silence.

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IT’S been about an hour since you confessed to jj. everyones been blowing up your phone. everyone but jj. you’re not surprised. you knew he didn’t feel the same. that’s why you kept everything in.

your phone buzzes. a text from kie. “i’m outside. can u come talk to me pls?” you respond and slide on your shoes before quietly making your way downstairs. wrapped in your blanket that has tear stains on it from how much you’ve been crying, you walk outside, seeing jj standing there.

she fucking tricked you. you go to turn around but jj stops you. “y/n, please. you got to talk. it’s my turn.” you drop your hand from the handle and slowly turn around, staring at the concrete slab beneath you.

“i’m sorry.” he starts, stepping towards you slowly, “i’m sorry for being such a shitty friend. you’re right. i am blind. i didn’t see the way you looked at me. i wish i fucking did. i wish i knew this shit because then none of this would’ve happened in the first place. but, y/n, you’re so fucking blind, too. i thought the way i feel about you was so fucking obvious. i mean, practically everyone but you sees it.” you look up.

what the fuck did he just say??

he’s right in front of you now, his hand rests on your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. “i love you. and i am so fucking sorry for everything. i will do anything to make it better. you want me to beg on my knees in front of everyone? you got it. you want me to flash everyone at the beach? you got it. i don’t care what it is.” you can’t help but smile. he loves you, too.

oh my fucking god.

jj continues to ramble on, but you can’t help but smile wider and wider. you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him into you, cutting him off by smashing your lips to his.

you pull away, smiling up at him. “shut up.” you whisper before he pulls you back in, his lips on yours.

five and one ⟶ jj maybank x fem!reader

REQUEST: hi! i really love your writing <3 i was wondering if maybe you’d write smth like “the 5 times he wanted to kiss her/tell her he loved her and the 1 time he did” with jj please? [@freaky-dcaky]

A/N: thank you !! <3 i hope you enjoy :) also i’m so sorry i’ve been in active :( my senior year is kicking my ass.

SUMMARY: the five times that jj wanted to kiss you and tell you he loves you and the one time that he did.

WARNINGS: mentions of partying, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, swearing, mentions of abuse

GENRE: fluff, slight angst

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

(fem = female) not edited !!

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YOU and jj sit on the porch of the chateau, john b inside with sarah and pope while kie is on her way over. you sit cross legged on the floor with jj’s hand in yours, bright pink nail polish on his finger nails.

“stop moving.” you huff as the nail polish paints his cuticles. he chuckles, blunt in between his fingers and a small smirk on his lips. “i’m literally not even moving, y/n.“

you look up at him with a glare before looking back down and focusing on the task at hand.

"jj, you’re literally getting pink nail polish all over your fingers.” you say, dropping his hand and looking at the mess of his fingers. he lifts his hand up to his face and shrugs,

“looks perfect to me, sunshine.” he winks, earning a shove from you.

he places the blunt in between his lips, inhaling before handing it over to you, watching you intently with hooded lids. he watches as you gently set the blunt between your lips, inhaling as slow as possible before closing your eyes and exhaling the smoke. his eyes land on your lips. your rosy plump lips. something he dreams about every so often.

“you’re staring.” you whisper with your eyes still closed but a smug smirk on your lips.

“i am. how could i not stare at you?” he admits, too high to even comprehend that he’s on the verge of confessing his love for you.

“shut up.“ you laugh, opening your eyes and standing up. you ruffle his hair before walking inside, leaving the boy by himself. the things he would do to be able to kiss you.

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JJ sits on the edge of the boat, beer in hand and hat on backwards. you, john b, and jj had decided to go out on the boat today while kie and pope were stuck at home with their parents. he turns around and sees you, tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes.

"hey.” you mutter quietly, climbing next to him. he takes his sunglasses off to get a better look at you.

“y/n? what’s wrong??” he asks worriedly, his hands cupping your cheeks as he scans your face. you let out a sad chuckle, avoiding his gaze.

“my mom and i got into it again.” you exhale, staring out at the water. “what happened this time?” jj asks, slowly dropping his hands from your face.

you let out an angry laugh, throwing your head up and staring at the bright blue sky. “the usual. i’m not as good as my older sister and i never fucking will be. i’m a useless piece of shit and i need to get my life together or else they’re going to throw me out when i graduate.”

jj stands up and slams his hat on the boat, “are you fucking serious? they seriously said that to you?” you nod your head, watching the dirty blonde struggle to keep his composure.

“fuck them. what the hell? you literally work so hard to please them every single day and they don’t give a shit. whatever. let them throw you out. you can stay with me. we’ll figure something out.” he rambles on, hands in his hair. he stops when he hears you sighing loudly. he looks up and sees tears in your eyes.

“why am i not enough for them, jay?“ you whisper, chewing on your lip in attempt to not break down sobbing. jj rushes to you, pulling you into his arms and tracing circles on your back,

“you’re enough. you’re enough for john b. for kie and sarah and pope. for me. we love you.” i love you. he wanted to add, but he kept his mouth closed.

now was not the time to confess anything to you. all you needed right now was his support. and he was going to give you that.

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ITwas around 2 am and everyone in your house was sound asleep except you. you laid in bed with your music playing, book in hand, and the light on your night stand illuminating your room. you flip the page carefully, focusing on the words when your hear a slight tap on your window.

you carefully set your book down and cautiously walk to your window. peering through the curtains, you see a bloodied and bruised jj clinging onto your window, the rain soaking through his clothes. “shit.“ you whisper yell, pulling your curtains open and sliding open your window.

"jay?” you ask, your voice full of concern and confusion, “what the fuck happened to you?” jj shrugs, climbing into your room. “fell off my bike.” he lies as he chews on his bloody lip. your eyes soften as you skim his face, violent purple marks scattered all over.

“jay….“ you whisper, stepping closer to him and taking his face in his hands, "what really happened? and don’t lie to me.”

jj looks away and chokes back a sob. he shrugs and looks down at the floor as he blinks away his tears. you sigh and gently grab his hands, carefully pulling him into your bathroom.

“come on. let’s get you cleaned up, hm?“ he nods and follows close behind you.

he sits on the sink, you in between his legs while you gently clean his wounds with peroxide and cotton pads. as you gently dab the wounds, he watches you intently, observing the way your eyes focus on certain parts of his skin while you chew on your bottom lip in concentration. those goddamn lips.

when you’re done putting bandaids on his face, you grab a warm and damp rag and gently wash the dirt and rain off of his face. you pause and smile at him, hoping to lighten his mood. he smiles back, still watching you with heart eyes.

you step back and toss the rag in the laundry bin. "i’m gonna go grab a pair of my dads old shirt and basketball shorts for you, okay?” you ask, sending him a thumbs up before turning around and quietly exiting the room.

jj frowns slightly, missing your warmth and your touch and just overall you. he hears the door open and close again, looking up to see you with a worn out grey shirt and pair of black basketball shorts in your hands and a small smile on your face. “got them.” you hand them to him walk into your room, closing the door behind you so he can change.

while jj changes, you crawl into bed and turn your lights off and turn on netflix. you look up and see jj shuffling towards your bed, looking at the floor. you smile up at him and pat the spot next to you, signaling or him to crawl under your covers with you.

without a word, jj crawls into your bed and into your side, hugging your waist tightly. you play with his hair and light him silently cry into your side, being the support that he needs. all he can think about is how much he loves you and how much it hurts.

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YOU and the pogues sit around the fire outside of the chateau, beers in everyones hand and a blunt made by jj being passed around. it’s been two days since jj showed up at your house and you haven’t said two words to him about it.

you didn’t want to bother him and be insensitive because you could tell whatever happened really fucked jj up. especially since he showed up at your house and not john b’s. you smile slightly as you feel a pair of eyes on you. you glance at jj, winking at him before turning back to kie and continuing on with your conversation.

jj sips his beer and glances at you. he knows everyone is noticing, including you, but he can’t help it. he is falling so deeply in love with you, he can’t get his mind off of you. he sighs slightly, downing the rest of his beer before standing up and walking inside to get another one, you and your lips etched into his mind.

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IT’S around 4 am when you show up at the chateau drunk and crying. you’re standing outside of jj’s door, silently crying when he hears you shuffling around. half asleep, jj opens the door, making sure they weren’t being robbed. he jumps when he sees you on the floor in a ball.

“y/n? sunshine? you okay?” he whispers. you ignore him and let out a quiet sob and a small burp. shit. she’s drunk. he sighs and squats down beside you, “cmon, love. let’s go to bed, hm?” you nod your head and continue to cry. you place your hand in his and struggle to stand up when he places a hand on your lower back, pulling you up with him.

he slowly walks you into his room and quietly closes the door. “what happened?” he asks you. you shrug and rub your eyes, your mascara smearing everywhere. “sunshine, don’t rub your eyes. you’re smearing your makeup.”

“i don’t care-” you slur, continuing to rub your eyes. he chuckles slightly and hands you a pair of shorts and one of his t-shirts. “change into these okay? i’m going to go get some of sarah’s makeup wipes from the bathroom.” you nod and jj walks out of the room and into the bathroom. he quietly goes through the cabinet, finally finding the packet of wipes before walking back to his room.

as he walks back to his room, he checks his phone and sees a text from sarah and kie. “did y/n come to you?? she left when me and kie were taking shots.” he quickly types back a message letting them know you were with him before stepping into his room. he stops and sees you laying on your back on his bed in his shirt and shorts.

he chuckles, noticing you put his shirt on backwards. “what are you laughing at?” you slur, slightly glaring at him. he shakes his head, “nothing. sit up. we gotta take off your makeup.”

you frown, “i’m tired tho, jay.” he shakes his head. “i know, but you gotta take off your makeup or you’re gonna be pissed when you get a pimple and take it out on me.” you groan and sit up, throwing your natty hair up in a bun. “jay, can you take it off for me?” you ask quietly, looking up at him from the edge of his bed with tired eyes.

he smiles to himself and nods, squatting between your legs so he can get down to your level. carefully, he grabs a makeup wipe and gently wipes the smeared mascara off of your eyes and cheeks along with whatever else you had on. he watches you carefully, noticing your eyes closed as you breathe softly. he eyes stare at your lips and back up to your eyes, which are now open and watching him. he smiles at you softly. when he’s done he stands back up and tosses the wipe into the garbage can before climbing in bed beside you.

you let out a “hmph” as you snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arm around his torso.

“goodnight, jay.“ you mumble into his chest, causing the blonde to blush. you’re so close to him. holy fuck, i hope she can’t feel my heart beat right now. he thinks to himself before choking out a small, "night.”

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A week later, you and the pogues decide to throw a kegger. you and the girls show up a little bit after the boys and greet your friends. you smile at jj, avoiding your eyes from his opened chest because god damn, he looks so good tonight.

as the night continues on, you realize you’ve been avoiding jj all night. you know that in your drunken state, something wrong will happen. whether you confess your feelings to him or just kiss him because god damn, he has perfect lips. you distract yourself by talking to this tall touron you bumped into. he’s nice, a little shy, and cute but not jj.

you bite your lip and push that thought out of the way, purposely flirting with the touron, hoping to get your mind off the fact that you’re literally in love with you best friend. you take a few more sips of your beer when you catch jj talking to a blonde girl a few feet away from you. ouch.. you close your eyes and turn back to the guy in front of you. i should’ve known. nothing will ever happen between me and jj. you open your eyes and quickly place your lips on the touron’s.

“what the-” you pull away and see jj watching you, red in anger and tears in his eyes. he throws his beer on the ground before stomping past you, ignoring yours and his friends calls. you ignore the touron in front of you and chase after him. “jj!” you continuously yell after him.

he stalks off to his bike, ignoring you, tears in his eyes. he climbs on his bike, ignoring your presence catching up to him. “jj. please.” you plead, stepping in front of his bike and trying to catch his gaze. “what happened? what’s wrong?” you ask, pleading with him.

he scoffs, “what’s wrong? are you seriously fucking asking me that right now?” you nod, “yeah. i am. i don’t understand what’s wrong.” you explain. he runs his hand through his hair and aggressively bites his bottom lip.

“what’s wrong is the fact that i just watched you kiss some random fucking guy right in front of me! how could you fucking do that to me?“ you cut him off, confused. “what?-”

“you just fucking looked at me and kissed some guy knowing i was fucking watching, y/n! who does that?” he rambles on, throwing his hands in the air. “why are you so fucking mad, jj?” you ask, watching him intently with furrowed brows.

“because i’m fucking in love with you! i thought i’ve made it quite obvious!-“ you freeze, your heart beating rapidly. “you’re in love with me?” you whisper.

“yes! how could i not be? fucking look at you. you’re such a good person and you’re stunning and literally everything you do makes me want to kiss the fuck out of you and i literally have to restrict myself from doing so-“ you smile widely, stepping forward and placing your lips on jj’s, cutting him off.

you pull away and bite your bottom lip, smiling wide. “did… did you just kiss me?” he asks quietly, staring at you with wide eyes. “yeah?” you chuckle as you take a step back from him. he stares at you, eyes still wide.

“do it again,” he mutters, earning a small laugh from you before pulling you in and placing his lips on yours.

“i’m in love with you too, stupid.” you whisper into the kiss, opening your eyes and see his blue ones staring right back at you full of love. he lets out a sigh of relief and places his forehead against yours, “thank fuckinggod.”

Give It Back –JJ Maybank

This is just a little blurb based on the linked tiktok

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8MV3jrf/

Word Count - 400

Summary - Reader is a little thief and JJ wants his shit back

I was friends with JJ before most of the pogues, excluding John B. So it wasn’t rare for us to hang out on our own. Though I think that anyone who was around us often could tell there was a palpable tension there. And it wasn’t aggressive.

We were currently sitting in my room, smoking a joint. We sat in comfortable silence, sitting lazily on my bed. JJ held the joint between his fingers, taking a long drag. I looked over at him, pinching my hands together and gesturing that I wanted it. He blew the smoke in my face with a smirk. He put it back to his lips and continued. I grabbed it straight from his mouth, holding it away from him.

I used my foot to lightly kick him off of my bed. He landed on the other side with a thud.

“Y/n, give me that back you little brat.” He laughed, standing up from the floor. He jumped back up and I scooched back until I no longer could.

“You don’t need it.” I laughed. His legs straddled me, reaching for it. JJ’s hands pinned my wrists down, the joint still in between my fingers. His face came close to mine, our noses nearly touching.

He was breathing my air, staring into my eyes intensely. I stared back with the same intensity, shifting slightly under him. I tried to yank at my wrists to no avail. His eyes glance down for a moment before meeting mine again.

“Y/n, give it back, or I’m gonna send you back to your shitty little boyfriend with fresh hickey’s.” My jaw clenched at this, out of anxiety. He was referring to some guy I went on a date with a few nights ago.

“I’m sure he won’t mind.” I said with little to no thought. He took the joint from my hand, putting it between his lips and sitting up from his previous position. He brought my arm up, kissing down from my wrist. Smoke was slowly leaking from his mouth as he did so.

“Oh, you don’t think so, huh?” He asked, grabbing my jaw lightly. A smile played at his lips. I just shook my head, leaning into his hand. “Then maybe I should get to work?” He asked, making me giggle. As he started kissing down my neck, knowing I’m ticklish.

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If you guys for some reason want a part 2 then I’ll consider it. I left it kinda open ended :)

description: she left the outer banks two years ago and now she’s coming back for the summer. they haven’t seen each other since she skipped town without telling him. they’ve both hurt each other, so how do they come back from heartbreak?

warnings: swearing, angst, S L O W B U R N.

series based on songs from the album ‘folklore’ by taylor swift.

author’s note: hiiii two parts in one week?? who am i??!! thank you for all the love on the last post! this one was shorter than i expected, but i’m also not a super long writer so i guess it fits, haha! anyways, this part takes place right before she’s skipped town, so just keep that in mind. 

Part One (the 1)|Part Two (this is me trying)

her.

summer in the outer banks was unlike anything else. everything seemed brighter. the world was more carefree, and while each pogue had a job, the days seemed to last forever. 

it was the last summer before everyone was splitting up. everyone had some kind of plan for the end of summer and what they would be doing the next year. you were still a little lost, not really knowing what came next. all you knew was you wanted to spend as much time with JJ, and if that meant holding off on going to college for a year to be with him, then it was what you were going to do. your family insisted it was a bad idea to change plans for a boy, but JJ wasn’t any boy. there had always been a connected between you two. it took you both years to realize it, but when you did, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced. 

“yo, Fin,” Kiara threw a towel in your direction, taking your mind away from the blonde haired boy that always seemed to find his way into your mind. 

“what?” you shrugged your shoulders. Kiara’s father had given you a job at the wreck the minute you turned 16. he was desperate for help during the busy season, and you were desperate for money for a car. it worked well and you were thankful you didn’t have to work at any of the country clubs and be around kooks more than you already were. it was honestly exhausting to keep up. 

“what are you and JJ doing tonight?” Kie smirked, wiped down the table next to yours. 

“I didn’t know i was doing anything with JJ tonight.” 

“seriously? you’ve slept at the chateau every night for the past four nights.” she stood up straight, pointing at you, “ and i know you’re doing way more than sleeping,”

“hey now,” the topic of your sex life was nothing you wanted to talk about with anyone. you were more private about that part of your relationship, although you were sure JJ was not. “i’ll tell you right now that i did not have sex every night.” 

“oh, so only three of the nights.” Kie smirked. 

“and one morning,” you both fell into a pit of laughter as Kie made her way to the back of the restaurant to clock both of you out for the day.

you threw your bag over your shoulder, your stomach turning not knowing what to expect from the dinner JJ had planned for you. uncertainty never made you nervous before, but from the sound of his voice on your phone call earlier in the day, there was something different. 

JJ. 

he fucked up and he knew it. he also knew this dinner wasn’t going to make up for the news he was going to tell her, but he could only hope. 

he wiped his palms on his shorts before he packed away the last of their dinner into his backpack. he knew she loved the simplicity of eating meals on the dock over the ocean. if he was going to break this kind of news to her, he wanted it to be in a calming place. but he knew that no matter how many ways he tried to make the situation better, he would still be breaking the worst possible news and it wouldn’t end well.

she knocked on the door of the chateau, “JJ?” her voice echoed through the empty house and he could hear her footsteps as she made her way to the kitchen. he felt as if his heart was in his feet.

she turned the corner as his gaze met her figure. she was wearing a green polka dot skirt that stopped just before her knees, with a worn in white t-shirt and white sneakers. her hair was curled and her makeup was minimal. “god, you’re gorgeous.” he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead. he breathed in the smell of her shampoo and he could feel his breath tremble thinking about the many terrible ways this night could go. and expecting them all.

“a picnic?” her voice piped in. he turned to look at the backpack, one hand staying steady on her hip. 

“all of you,” he said, kissing her temple. he was scared that he was going to lose her. out of all the girls he had been around in his lifetime, she was the one he wanted to keep. she wasn’t a typical beautiful. the outer banks was filled with girls who just cared too much. about what they looked like, who they hung out with, what their life looked like on their social media. but she was so different. over the years, she had grown into her own. her body was unlike the other girls with it’s curves and marks, but she had learned to love it. the shy girl he once knew, had turned into a woman who stood her ground in social situations, but knew when she needed to take some time a part from others. they just fit together. moreso, when they came back together after their one (and only) breakup two months ago. 

spending the last months of their senior year a part was good for both of them. they had grown up together and she never wanted to be dependent on a man, and she had become like that with JJ. while he knew they both craved more during this time, it felt like the right thing to do before they graduated and transitioned into adulthood. but there was one night of it that he regretted more than he could have ever thought. 

they had both agreed to see other people if they wanted. but neither really had any interest in anyone and knew that their break was most likely only temporary. she decided to focus on school and spending time with the pogues. JJ didn’t have an interest in any other girls than her. except the one night he mixed a little too much alcohol and a little too much weed together. 

her. 

the dock was your favorite place. growing up in the outer banks, your life was filled with the ocean and everything that came along with it. the water had always been your happy place, most of your days were spent there. 

you both finished the dinner JJ prepared, but for some reason your stomach was continuing to turn. you two had spent plenty of nights together eating on the dock so you knew it wasn’t from that. but you couldn’t shake the feeling as the night drug on, that this wasn’t a normal date. 

“you know i love you, right?” JJ spoke quietly after you both had come down from a fit of laughter. you never got tired of hearing those words come out of his mouth. 

you nodded and grabbed his hands across the small picnic table, “of course i do. i love-”

his words cut straight through your own, “Inez is pregnant.”

in three simple words, it felt like everything was being take from you. the entire future you thought you had with JJ was ripped apart. you loosened your grip on his hands, and slowly brought them back into your lap. unsure of what to say, unsure of what your next move needed to be. 

it was like something washed over your body in an instant that brought a certain warmness through you. was it sadness? was it anger? maybe even rage? it all didn’t seem real. JJ’s lips were moving, but his voice was coming in and out, the blood was rushing to your head. you could hear snippets of his voice, “mine, i think…it was one night…i was really faded…Fin?” 

you thought flames would come out of your mouth if you spoke, holding back all the things you wanted to say. you grabbed your bag and started walking down the dock. not sure where to go or what to do. all you knew was that JJ Maybank had unleashed something inside you that you didn’t know you had: madness. 

taglist: @jjmaybankwildtimes @hannahhh-marie​@sloaneemily​@coloradogirl07​@bibliophilewednesday​

description: she left the outer banks two years ago and now she’s coming back for the summer. they haven’t seen each other since she skipped town without telling him. they’ve both hurt each other, so how do they come back from heartbreak?

warnings: swearing, angst, S L O W B U R N.

series based on songs from the album ‘folklore’ by taylor swift.

author’s note: hiiii sorry i’ve been gone for a HOT second. life has been busy and inspiration has not hit me lately, but here we are and i’m excited about where this is going. pls let me know if you would like to be a part of the taglist! 

Part One (the 1)|Part Three (mad woman)

her.

growing up, your favorite story was Peter Pan. 

the boy from Neverland stole your heart quickly and you dreamt of a place where you would never have to get old. the adults in your life always seemed stiff and unlikeable. they complained about being invited and not being invited to parties. it seemed like they were confused about what they wanted.

being raised in figure eight meant too many fancy parties with stuffy adults and pretentious kids. through most of high school, you would show up at the beginning, but sneak out half way through to spend the night surfing with JJ. he had always been your escape from the uptight life that your parents made you live. they had dreams for you to go to college or marry into money, maybe both if it worked out for them. but that wasn’t what you had wanted. 

college wasn’t your scene, you couldn’t imagine spending another four years learning about places and cultures, instead of actually experiencing them. you quickly wrote college off your list when you picked up a camera for the first time. at first, you was mediocre, at best, but eventually people were paying you hundreds of dollars to shoot their weddings in your first year. your senior year of high school, you created a name for yourself and through the power of social media, you was noticed by a multi-million dollar wedding company who offered you the internship of your dreams. 

your parents didn’t approve of the offer, but at eighteen, you knew you wanted this and they couldn’t stop you. you packed up your entire life into her little Subaru and left. 

this internship was the gateway out of the outer banks, away from kook life, away from the heartbreak, towards a new life. a fresh start. 

he would have asked you to stay, but it wasn’t that easy. JJ brought a love you had never known into your life, but he also brought a heartbreak you had never felt before. 

you had an hour left in your drive and as your stomach turned, you had to remind yourself that it was your choice to come back for the summer. JJ was a part of the package deal of returning. you pulled over to the side of the winding country road. in one swift motion the car door opened and you found yourself hurling out onto the dirt road. 

“I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying,” tears were streaming down your face as the anxiety washed over your body. there was a certain desperation in your voice that scared you. knowing that if you were near the side of the road, maybe your car would get just a little too close and you’d go tumbling down, never having to deal with what was to come. 

“fuck,” you slammed the door shut, breathing in through your nose and out your mouth, watching your breathing and gripping the steering wheel like it was a lifeline. as your breathing slowed, you shifted gears and the wheels of your car found the road again.

the love you had for him was still there and it scared you more than anything in your life. and here you were, driving straight into the storm that was JJ Maybank. 

JJ.

JJ felt like he was floating as he rushed around the chateau, to clean up the mess his friends made the previous night. so many things have changed, he thought, three years ago, there’s no way in hell I’d be doing this. which was true. when she left, his entire mindset shifted. she was the one person he thought he would have forever, and with the rest of his friends out of the outer banks during the school year, he had to grow up. 

john b left him the chateau during the school year. free rent in order to keep up the house? sold. he made the house his home. completely renovating the little shack on the water. it was the first time in his life he was fully responsible for something big, and he wasn’t going to fuck it up. so he kept to himself, fixed up the chateau, praying every day that it would pay off. praying that she would come back to him.

he knocked on john b’s door. 

“come on, man,” he yelled, “you gotta get up and clean, she’s going to be here in like an hour.” 

he could hear both john b and sarah groan and shuffle around the room. sarah opened the door, rubbing her eyes and yawning. “J, you need to chill out.” she said, making her way to the kitchen. 

john b was still in bed, his mouth hanging open, trying desperately to succumb to sleep again, “dude,” JJ threw a shirt at his face, “get up.”

“why does everything have to be perfect, JJ?” his voice hissed and was raspy from the early morning wakening, “it’s not like you guys left on the greatest terms, so what does it matter?”

JJ shut the door muttering a “fuck you” as he walked to the kitchen and threw the beer cans into the garbage which made an audible clang. sarah jumped as she closed the cabinet door. “JJ, chill,” she poured herself a cup of coffee as he paced around the house. 

“sarah, if your asshole of a boyfriend does anythin-”

“he’s not going to do anything, JJ” she leaned against the countertop, her face almost buried in her morning coffee, “he loves Fin as much as the rest of us. she left on a high note with us, but on a bad one with you, so i get why you’re freaking out.” she paused, thinking of the best words to say, “but you can’t let her see that. she doesn’t need to have that power over you. you’ll talk it through with her this summer. i’ll make sure of it.” she touched his shoulder as she made her way back to the bedroom. 

he collapsed onto the chair in the living room. closing his eyes and placing his head in his hands. “i’m trying. i’m trying so hard.” 

she was coming back. this was what he had been waiting for since she left two years ago. he wanted more than anything to prove that he had changed and wasn’t the same boy she left. 

her.

you wiped your hands on the side of your shorts as you pulled into the driveway of the chateau. you could feel tears pricking in the back of your eyes, and blinked in hopes of pushing them down. you put your car in park and turned off the engine. “it’s now or never, get out of the damn car.” you whispered to yourself through your teeth. 

the front door of the shack opened and john b was the first to emerge the little house. you stepped out of the car just in time for him to wrap his arms around your waist and lift you off the ground. it always shocked you every time he was able to take your feet off the ground. in no way were you as physically small as sarah and kie, your curves were prominent and there were times you couldn’t shop at the same store as the other two girls, but john b always made you feel just as beautiful. he smelt of a mixture sea salt and tea tree shampoo. it felt like home. 

“i missed you, Finny,” he smiled against your neck, it felt right that john b was the first one to hug you. he was the one who had been there for you the longest, and even though you didn’t want to admit it (because he was a real dumbass sometimes) his friendship meant the most to you. 

“i missed you, too, JB,” you said, as he broke the hug to kiss your cheek. 

sarah let out an audible squeak as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “it’s been too long!”  you both rocked back and forth. until sarah let go, knowing you had a lot of people to hug. 

pope and kie were next, it only seemed fitting that they both went in for a hug at the same time, forming a little circle. when pope left the hug, you grabbed kie to hold a little longer, whispering, “where is JJ?” kie could feel your hands shake slightly, clearly nervous to see the blonde boy. 

you could feel her playing with the hair on your back, “i’m not sure, Fin. he’s around here somewhere. i think he’s just as nervous as you, if not more,” she placed her arms on your shoulders, separating the hug. “he loves you a lot,” she whispered for only you to hear.

“well, he had a pretty terrible way of showing it,” you sniffed, feeling tears streaming down your face. the entire scene was so overwhelming. 

you had missed the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and watching the HMS pogue sway with the waves. you missed the salty air and the humidity that summer brought. you missed the sight of the chateau, while more fixed up now, just a little shack on the beach. you had missed this little family of yours. 

“so,” john b clapped his hands together. “dinner?” everyone agreed in unison knowing the pizza that was awaiting them inside. kie and sarah wrapped their arms around your shoulders as everyone walked up the steps of the chateau. 

it felt like a little piece of your heart was getting put back together. your friends were more of your family than your actual family ever had been. you breathed a small sigh of relief knowing the one person who you didn’t want to see wasn’t inside. whether you liked it or not, he would be around the next three months. 

stepping inside you could see the amount of work that had been put into the home since you had last left. there were new coats of paint, new pieces of furniture, and there was a wall of pictures hanging up of the six friends in the different seasons of their lives. even the photos you had sent of your adventures in colorado were up there. you felt your stomach drop with the thought that your friends never actually forgot about you. instead, they were always supporting you from afar. tears pricked at your eyes. it was like coming home. 

your eye caught a particular picture. it opened up an old wound you had spent so many years pushing down. it was you and JJ the summer before you left at the beach. his sandy blond hair pooling over your face as he looked down at you. it was a particularly warm day and instead of spending the day on the hms pogue, the gang had ventured out to the actual beach. it was one of your favorite days with JJ. you remember it being a day of snow cones and sandy butt cheeks and hitting a volleyball around the beach. it was like everyone agreed to fill an entire day with all of the summer adventures. it was a dream. until it wasn’t. 

JJ. 

he stood in the driveway of the chateau two hours after she arrived. 

while the outer banks always had an ungodly amount of humidity, his hands were sweating more than usual. he chewed his bottom lip, unsure of where to go or what to do next. did he wait for her to come out? should he just walk through the door? it was technically his home and she was just visiting. no, it was definitely her home once too. 

he ran his fingers through his hair, he knew he needed to see her. it had been two years since he had spoken to his best friend. but she was within walking distance. he could yell her name like all those nights after she left, but this time, she would hear him. he could run to her and wrap his arms around her waist and feel her warmth, her curves, her beauty and never let go. he could hear her laugh and listen to the stories of the adventures she’s been on, see the pictures she had taken. he wanted nothing more than to kiss her lips, and feel her love again. 

the outer banks wasn’t big. so the entire town had known what he had done when she left. it was clear that she was running from him, but he didn’t blame her for any of it. if he was in her situation, he would run too. 

he started to walk to the door, his legs felt like jelly, but it had been some time since she got there and he hoped she would be distracted by the others that he could just slip inside and listen to her talk from his bedroom. 

the first thing he saw was her walk down the stairs, she was barefoot and her skin a golden brown. her t-shirt came down past past her hips and he was unsure if she was wearing any shorts underneath. it was by far his favorite thing she wore when they were dating. her hair had grew and was now far past her shoulders and cascaded down the front of her chest. 

as his eyes came up, he locked eyes with the girl he loved since he was ten. and then his entire body went cold. 

description: she left the outer banks two years ago and now she’s coming back for the summer. they haven’t seen each other since she skipped town without telling him. they’ve both hurt each other, so how do they come back from heartbreak?

warnings: slight swearing, angst, S L O W B U R N. 

series based on songs from the album ‘folklore’ by taylor swift.

author’s note: i haven’t wrote any kind of series in YEARS so this is going to be a challenge, but i’m so up for it. s/o to tay for coming out with the most beautiful album ever. (also thank you for your support of everything i’m doing lately. holy crap it means so much.)

 Part Two (this is me trying) |Part Three (mad woman)

JJ. 

he knew she was on her way back to the outer banks.

it had been two years since he saw her face. he hadn’t heard her voice in 24 months. 730 days. 17,520 hours. 1,051,200 minutes. it was the longest he had gone without speaking to her since they were ten. 

now, at the age of 20, he was feeling a hole in his heart that he had never felt before. there were so many moments of wanting to call her, drop everything and go to her.

he knew that photography was her dream and that she couldn’t have turned down the offer to travel the country with a popular wedding photographer, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less when she left. 

she left without a word to him, instead telling the other pogues the day before she skipped town. in so many ways, his world came crashing down in front of him. but he knew he didn’t deserve a goodbye. he hurt her in the same way, if not more.

her. 

the car ride to the outer banks was a long one. after finishing her last wedding of the spring, she decided to take the summer off after working every day for almost two years. she missed her family and the friends who became her family. 

she kept in touch with the people closest to her, sarah, john b, pope and kiara. they were the ones who encouraged her to chase her dreams, but not to forget where she had come from. they were the reason she was making the 15 hour drive back to her hometown. spending the summer back in the place she grew up would be both wonderful and terrifying all at the same time. 

she missed her friends more than anything, but terrifying because for the first time in all of her 19 years, her life was going impeccably well. she said yes to an opportunity that allowed her to live outside of the outer banks and chase a dream that she had had since she was little. her entire life had been filled with “no’s” and playing it safe, but for the first time her life was fulfilling. 

but the outer banks was home. she missed the salty smell of the beach and the heat of the north carolina coast. she missed the chateau and drinking with the pogues into the morning. she missed the simplicity that came with living on a little island and was ready to spend a summer living a quieter life. 

she felt a pit in the bottom of her stomach, thinking about the one reason she almost didn’t come back. jj maybank.

jj. 

he was sitting at the edge of the dock, his feet dangling into the cool water. a chill ran down his spine, from the temperature and at the thought of seeing her tomorrow. what was he going to say? should he say anything at all? everyone was home from college for the summer and would be at the chateau waiting for her. they would spent the day on the water, just like old times. except this was nothing like the old times. 

everything had changed. college was just the beginning of the end. he could feel it in his bones. it seemed like sarah and john b were on a fast track for marriage. with all the impulsive things they had done in the past, jj was sure they would “accidentally” end up in a courthouse someday or john b would propose with a fucking ring pop out of spontaneity. 

kie and pope had an “on and off” relationship, almost every week. most of their friends couldn’t keep up. kie would spend a few months traveling, then visit pope for a few months, long distance took it’s toll on them, but they were making it work. 

so he was the only one left. the only one waking up alone. the only one that stuck around in the obx. he wanted so desperately to get out for good, to leave and never come back. but what was he going to do? it’s not like he was set up for success. there was always one road block after another preventing him from leaving. so he just stayed, worked his ass off to bring the chateau back to life and fix up the place that he now called home. hoping that one day it would all pay off. wondering each day if one thing had been different, would everything be different? 

her. 

she had just crossed the border into north carolina when her phone lit up. 

can’t wait to see you tomorrow, Fin! 

of course, sarah would be the one to text her first. a smile grew across her face reading the nickname her friends had given her in middle school. it’s what most people in her life had now called her, and it just stuck. she honestly couldn’t remember where it came from, but it felt good to be a part of something familiar again.

she had been pretty nervous about seeing her friends, knowing that she had dropped the move on them suddenly, unexpectedly. it definitely wasn’t fair to them but she needed out of the outer banks. it was hard to live there. reliving the pain that made her want to leave in the first place. seeing jj everyday dug the dagger in her heart a little deeper. 

they were good together. like really good. the most shaping points of their lives were spent together. she remembered the night they spent together the summer before their sophomore year of high school. 

the pogues had left for a party at the boneyard, but she decided to stay back at the chateau because of a headache. jj stayed with her in order to avoid the possibility of seeing the touron he had just had a one night stand with. 

they set up camp in the living room, jj beat her three times at mario kart and she beat him the last round. he offered her a blunt and she said no, too nervous that the volleyball team would do a random drug test before school started. instead she spent the night letting the vodka burn down her throat as jj filled the room with smoke. 

they had been going on four years of friendship and she was by far the closest to him. if jj was there, so was she. most days, they seemed like a package deal. each of the pogues had begun to notice and questioned them almost daily. 

two hours into their night, she wasn’t sure if it was the buzz she had from the alcohol or the way that jj was intently staring at her as she drank, but the words escaped her mouth without any second guess. “have you ever thought about us?” all jj did was nod. soon enough, their mouths collided in a mess of weed and alcohol and their bodies felt as if they melted together. and that was the beginning. 

from that night on, they were inseparable for almost three years. spending days on the hms pogue, drinking too late, eating at the wreck, visiting the drive in theater, riding jj’s bike around the island. those three years were the best of her life. he pulled her walls down, gave her a reason to keep moving forward. they dreamed of traveling the world together, getting out of the outer banks for good. she thought he was the one. the one who would be her person for life. the one she would grow old with. the one she would create a life with. 

that’s not something you can throw away overnight. but he did.