Request ( @eatingchocolatecroissants):Hey! I was wondering or you could do an outer banks imagine where like in season one the pogues leave kie, Sarah and reader on a boat, and the reader is the one getting stung by a jellyfish. The night goes on and she starts having an allergic reaction the jellyfish sting and her breathing starts to go bad and all dizzy. The girls have to call a mayday. And the sheriff/ambulance boat? Comes and gets her or the pogues come back the next morning and she is not well at all. Then hospital. The pogues feel really bad Maybe reader x jj?
Thank you you’re so sweet!! <3 so sorry this took me so long to write, hope you like it !
“Y/N!"
"Hmm,” you looked up from your spot on the floor, bored while Kie was on her knees inspecting the engine that JJ and John B had said wasn’t working.
“They’re screwing with us,” she sat up, brushing her hair out of her face with an unamused look, “There’s nothing wrong with the spark plugs- there are no spark plugs,”
“JJ! John B! What the hell?” you spin around to look for the boys, but they were already in the water swimming towards the HMS Pogue with Pope already running the engine.
“Sayonara!” John B gave the two of you a wave as Pope pulled him and JJ on board.
“Oh, you son of a…” you started tugging at your shirt, ready to swim after the boys in your anger.
“What was that?”
You stopped what you were doing and glanced at Kie, waiting for an explanation. That’s when you heard it.
“John B! John B, let me out!” Sarah’s voice was muffled as she screamed for him below deck, “This isn’t funny anymore- open it!”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,”
You unlatched the door leading to the deck below, coming face to face with a confused Sarah, “What the hell?” she pulled herself out, scanning the water for John B, “You asshole!” she screamed as the boys grinned back at her.
“Get your asses back here!” Kie demanded.
John B shook his head, “We can’t, not until you guys figure it out!”
“See y'all later!” Pope waved as he drove the boat off, leaving the three of you bitter and stranded.
“You can’t just leave!”
“JJ, you better turn that boat around or so help me…!” you trailed off, fuming as they drove off too far to hear your threats.
“When they come back, I’m going to kill them,” Kie announced, her back sliding against the side of the boat as she took a seat and accepted that you were stranded.
“What the hell- ugh!” Sarah yelled in frustration, turning back around to face you and Kie, “This is ridiculous!”
“God, I can’t with you, Sarah,” You rolled your eyes, pulling off your t-shirt and shorts, leaving you in your bathing suit.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Leaving,” you said simply.
Kie stood up from where she had been sulking, “Y/N, don’t be dumb,” she said, her voice irritated, “Look at the weeds- there’s going to be jellyfish,”
“Honestly,” you said, kicking off your shoes, “I’d rather be stung than stay on this boat with Ms. Kook Princess over there,” You turned on your heel and dove off the side of the boat, determined to swim off.
“Where are you even going to go?” Sarah scoffed from the boat, “It’s miles to the shore,”
You ignored her and kept your head down as you continued swimming.
Sarah rolled her eyes and sat down on the deck, ready to wait in silence for however long it took for the boys to return. Kie made a point to sit on the opposite side of the boat, glaring at Sarah as she did.
“Oh shit!”
Kie and Sarah both jumped up at the sound of your cry of pain, “Y/N?” Kie called out, worry evident in her voice as she leaned off the side of the boat to get a good look.
“Shit,” you doggy-paddled back to the boat. If your side hadn’t been in so much pain, you would have been too embarrassed to turn back from your swim.
“Did you get stung?” Sarah asked, leaning over the deck to watch as you heaved yourself back onto the boat.
“Obviously,” Kie huffed under her breath, offering a hand to help you up.
You rolled onto your back, gasping for air and wincing at the pain, “How bad is it?” you asked through gritted teeth.
Kie did little to hide the concerned look on her face. The entire right side of your abdomen was red and inflamed from the sting. It looked much worse than any other jellyfish sting she had seen before, “I’m not gonna lie, it looks kinda bad. Have you been stung before?”
You tossed your head back onto the deck, groaning slightly at the burning sensation that felt like it was getting worse by the second, “Nope.”
“Do you want me to pee on it?” Sarah offered.
You and Kie looked up at Sarah simultaneously, giving her a glare. “That’s for a stingray, you dumbass,”
Sarah raised her hands in surrender with an eye roll, “Sorry, I was just trying to help,”
You winced, trying to breathe through the pain. Suddenly becoming aware that it was getting more and more difficult to take a solid breath. “Uh, guys?” Panic rose in your voice as you realized it was getting pretty hard to breathe, “I-I think I’m having some kind of reaction or something,”
Kie furrowed her brows, taking a closer look at your face, “Oh God… I think your face is swelling up. Maybe you’re allergic- Sarah! Sarah Quick, get the emergency radio and call for help!”
“Is she gonna be okay?” Sarah asked, her voice rising as the situation got more serious by the second.
“I don’t know, just call for help!” Kie demanded, waving Sarah away to go get help.
“It’s fine, Kie… I’m fine,” you sneezed out, still struggling to catch your breath as the pain grew, “I’m gonna be fine,”
Kiara laughed nervously, “You’re the one who’s hurt. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, not the other way around,”
-
The boys were only a few minutes behind your arrival at the hospital. Kie had used a phone on the paramedic’s boat to call John B to tell him and the others what had happened to you… as well as chew them out for being to blame for the entire situation in the first place.
The five sat outside your room, anxiously waiting for any news about how you were doing. Jj had his head in his hands, his leg bouncing nervously.
“Hey,” Kie placed a hand on his back to comfort him, “I think she’s gonna be alright, it was scary for a minute, but she’s here now, and the doctors will be able to fix it,”
JJ looked up, eyes blurry and red from crying, “This is all my fault. I-I never should have suggested leaving you guys on the boat,” he said, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“J, this isn’t your fault. You guys just wanted us to get along,” Kie assured.
JJ opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it when a doctor walked out of your room, “Are you Y/N’s friends?” she continued as they nodded, “Well, she’s pretty sore from the sting, but she’s gonna be fine,” she smiled, gesturing toward the door, “You all are welcome to go see her if you’d like,”
Kie was first to the door, JJ and the others only steps behind, “Y/N?”
You looked up from the hospital bed, grinning when you saw your friends crowding the doorway, “Hi guys. Are you gonna come inside or…”
Kie laughed slightly, running toward you and nearly jumping on top of you as she hugged you. The rest of your friends were quick to follow, nearly dogpiled on top of you as they asked you a million questions at once.
“Are you okay?” “Does it still hurt?” “Is it gonna scar?” “We were so worried,”
“Yeah,” you winced, “It definitely still hurts- maybe you can hug me later?”
“Oh, shit-” they nearly jumped off of you, spewing out “sorrys” as they crowded around your bed instead.
“Well, good news… I’m totally fine, and they don’t think it’s gonna scar. Bad news… I can’t swim with jellyfish anymore,”
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Sarah smiled and slightly squeezed your arm.
You thanked her, feeling a little less inclined to hate her at the present moment.
“Anybody else starving?” John B interjected, “I say we go pick up some food from The Wreck. Then we can bring it back and eat with Y/N,”
“I’m starved,” Kie admitted.
“Sounds good to me,” you agreed.
“Me and Sarah will go! Be back in like half an hour, tops,” John B promised, placing a kiss on top of your head before walking out.
“I’ll come too,” Kie offered, giving you one final hug that was more gentle this time and following them.
“Me too!” Pope was close behind, stopping in the doorway to look at you before he left, “Thank God you’re okay, Y/N, we were so worried about you,” Pope said, giving you a small smile, “Some of us maybe a little more worried than others…” his eyes fell on JJ before he disappeared from the doorway, leaving you and the blonde boy alone.
You glanced up at JJ, finally getting a real look at him after the chaos the pogues had brought into your room. His eyes were red, and he had clearly been crying recently, “J… JJ, what’s wrong?” you grabbed his hand, pulling him down so he was sitting on the edge of your bed.
He looked away from you, fresh tears pricking his eyes, “This is my fault,” he shook his head, his eyes facing the ground, “This was my idea- it was so stupid. I shouldn’t have left you out there. I’m so sorry,”
“JJ,” your eyes softened, and you tightened your hold on his hand, “JJ, look at me….” He finally looked up, regret and pain filling his blue eyes. “This wasn’t your fault at all hell, it was a good idea. The three of us were being immature,”
“No,” he shook his head, “It is my fault, if I had just-”
“J, stop. Please. I’m going to be perfectly fine,” you promised, “Please don’t blame yourself, you were just trying to help. Plus, Kie told me I was gonna get stung, I was the one who was too stubborn to listen,” you stifled a small laugh, “I’m surprised she didn’t tell me ‘I told you so’ yet,”
JJ didn’t laugh at your attempt to lighten the mood, “Y/N-”
“Nope. No more,” you said simply, pulling back the covers of your bed and patting the space next to you, “Get in. We’re watching a movie until they get back,”
“Y/N-”
“Nope,” you popped the “p” this time and shook your head, “I’m the one in the hospital, that means you’ve gotta do what I say,” you grinned as he crawled in bed next to you. You wrapped your arm around him, pulling him close and placing a kiss on his forehead. “Now,” you grabbed the remote from the table next to you, “What should we watch?”
Characters: Kie, Reader (Kie’s sister), JJ x reader (kinda)
Warnings: none
Word Count: 300
A/N: maybe i’ll do a part 2 ? lmk !
Request (anon): reader (kie’s sister) being afraid to tell jj that she likes him cause she feels like he doesn’t like her back and when kie notices she asks her sister questions and she (reader) says that she always compared herself to kie cause she thought that jj would like a girl like kie and not her
You stared at the fire, chewing at your thumbnail as you let your mind trail off. The rest of the pogues were all deep in conversation about an upcoming party. They were all too engulfed in their convo to notice how out of it you were- well, all except your sister.
Kie had noticed the last few weeks you had been abnormally quiet and too caught up in your own thoughts to really pay attention to those around you. But what had really tipped her off was that you had started biting your thumbnail again- an old nervous habit you had broken long ago.
“I’m gonna go grab some more snacks,” Kie announced, standing up and turning to the house, “Y/N, do you mind helping me?”
“Huh?” You snapped out of your daze, looking at your sister with furrowed brows as you tried to decipher what she had just said.
“Will you help me grab snacks?” She repeated with an eye roll.
“Oh yeah- sure,” you said quickly, standing up and following Kie inside.The second the door shut, she turned around to face you, “What’s going on with you?”
“What? N-Nothing,” you said, ignoring the blush forming on your face.
Your sister gave you an unamused look, “Y/N/N, come on, you’re not fooling me,” she deadpanned, “Now just tell me, what’s been going on,”
“It’s nothing really… I just,” you sighed, brushing your hair out of your eyes, “I just don’t know what to do,”
“About….” Kie dragged out the word as she pried, trying to get you to tell her the truth about whatever had been going on.
“I like a guy,” your voice came out as a whisper, and you could barely look her in the eye as you said it.
“Seriously? All this over a guy?” Kie laughed, a grin across her face, “Aw, little Y/N’s got a crush!” She teased, wrapping her arm around you and giving your shoulder a squeeze.
You shook your head, “No, Kie… it’s not just any guy, okay…
"Oh, come on, Y/N,”
“It’s JJ,” you blurted out. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders as you finally told someone about what had been gnawing at you for weeks.
“Really?” She said, raising her brows in shock as you came clean.
You rubbed the back of your neck, “I know, I know, it’s stupid- but I can’t stop thinking about telling him how I feel. I just wanna get it off my chest,” you took a breath, “But I could never do that, ‘no pogue in pogue macking’…” you repeated the rule solemnly, “Plus, it’s not like JJ would ever like a girl like me
”Like a girl like you?“ Kie gave you an odd look, "Y/N, what do you mean? Any guy would be more than lucky to have you,”
“Oh come on, Kie,” you rolled your eyes at your sister’s attempt to make you feel better, “How would JJ ever even look at me like that when you’re here,”
“Y/N,” Kie’s eyes softened as she saw how much this was bothering you.
“I can’t compete with you, Kie,” you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “You’re basically perfect- you’re funny, and gorgeous, and sweet, and-”
“Y/N,” she cut you off. “Y/N/N, don’t compare yourself to me, or anyone else. You’re gorgeous- and hilarious and one of the kindest people I know. And any guy would be insane not to see that,” she gently wiped the tears from your eyes and pulled you into a hug.
“Thanks, Kie,” You said, your voice muffled by her hair.
hi guys im desperately trying to procrastinate work by writing and am re-entering my jj maybank and rafe cameron phase for like the 4th time this year, please send me requests :)) pretty much anything obx i’ll write!
inspired by this gif because it literally lives rent free in my mind every second of every day. // pretty please DON’T steal my work it’s literally not cool- also i would LOVE if you left some feedback ! thank u and hope u guys enjoy :))
“My God Y/N, do you ever just shut the fuck up?” Rafe groaned, whipping his head around to you, “Even if you think you’re Kook Princess, no one gives a shit what you wear tonight- we’re literally going to the boneyard,”
You took a breath, at your breaking point for Rafe’s snarky comments and ready to really give him a piece of your mind.
Sarah snapped at her brother before you had the chance, “Maybe if you had some friends you wouldn’t spend all day at home eavesdropping on our conversations that don’t concern you.”
“It’s not exactly eavesdropping when your voice is louder than the fucking TV,” Rafe complained, turning up the volume on the speakers even louder and kicking his feet up on the couch.
Sarah glared at him, but decided it wasn’t worth it to drag it out with her brother, “Let’s just go upstairs,” she mumbled, leading the way.
Hours later (and after some serious discussions about outfit choices) you and Sarah headed back downstairs excited about the evening ahead of you. Sarah opened her phone, sending John B a text that the two of you were about to leave the house.
“Rafe! Are you ready to go?” You yelled his name again when you got no response… then one more time for the sole purpose of pissing him off.
“Y/N,” he cursed, rounding the corner and appearing unnecessarily close to you, “I heard you the first time, no need to scream 20 times,” he snapped, glaring at you.
Your breath caught in your throat as his warm breath fanned across your face as he spoke from merely inches from you. He paused, undoubtedly noticing the tension as well. Suddenly he stepped away, snatching his truck keys off the counter and storming outside, “Now let’s go before I change my mind and leave you two here,”
What the hell was that? Your mind was reeling, but there wasn’t time for that. You grabbed Sarah’s arm, who was still messaging John B, and quickly followed him outside, knowing damn well he would actually leave the two of you. You and Sarah climbed into the back seat and Rafe turned over the engine, music blasting.
“Is John B there yet?”
Sarah nodded, “They just got there,”
“Is JJ-”
“He told me to tell you JJ was gonna be there, yes,” Sarah stifled a laugh at your eagerness to know if the blonde boy would be coming to the party tonight.
Suddenly Rafe turned the music down, “Are you guys talking about those low lifes again?” He snarled, glaring at the two of you from the rearview mirror, “Those pogues are good for nothing- how do you two not get that?” He exasperated, putting two fingers to his temple as he spoke.
“Oh come on Rafe,” you scoffed, “We’re no better than them, they-”
“No better than them?” Rafe repeated your statement with wide eyes, shaking his head, “They are pogues.” He deadpanned, “I better not see either of you around Maybank or Routledge tonight, you’re too good for them,” He added that last part under his breath, but you still managed to make out his words.
“Or what, Rafe?” Sarah raised a brow as her brother pulled into the dirt lot behind the Boneyard.
You and Sarah jumped out, still rolling your eyes at Rafe’s ridiculous and controlling threats. Rafe was out of the truck seconds behind you, forcefully stepping in front of the two of you before you could walk away.
“I swear, if I see you around those pogues,” He stood menacingly above you and Sarah, glaring between you as he spoke, “There’s gonna be trouble.” He turned on his heel and stalked toward the crowds of people already intoxicated and enjoying the party.
You and Sarah simeotaneously flashed your middle fingers to his back, “Asshole,”
“For real,” you agreed, “I know he’s your brother and all but man, he can sure be a douche,”
“Sarah!”
Both of you turned heads at the sound of her name being called, quickly spotting John B. Her face lit up and you both walked over to him, joining the rest of the pogues.
You flashed a wave at John B, grinning when you found Kiara in the crowd, “Kie!” you exclaimed, pulling her into a hug.
“Y/N,” she hugged you tightly, “You look like you’re in need of a drink,”
“Always.”
She laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the keg. You grabbed a blue solo cup from the stack on the table and let Kie fill your cup, scanning the crowd around you for a certain blonde boy.
Kie playfully glared at you, “Already looking for him? What, am I not good enough?”
You quickly put your drink to your lips, hiding the blush that was forming on your cheeks, “What? No. I-”
She waved it off, “Yeah, yeah… well he’s already asked me like four times if you were coming tonight, so I’m sure he’ll appear up soon, then you two can make love,”
“Kiara!” You grimace and she laughed at the reaction she got from you.
“I’m kidding! I’m kidding! Well, unless…”
You half-heartedly smacked her on the arm for that, “Kie I swear if you don’t-”
“Speak of the devil,” Kie grinned, nodding toward the boy who was making his way toward you.
“Y/N!” Before you could prepare yourself JJ had embraced you in a huge hug, lifting you a few inches off the ground.
“Well, hello to you too,” you laughed, smiling up at him as he let you go.
He looked at the cup in your hand, “One beer? Is that all you’ve had?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, jokingly giving you a hard time, “You’ve got some catching up to do. Lucky for you, I do happen to be a connoisseur in the world of illegal substances,” He waved his hand dramatically as he spoke and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, “Could I interest you in a shot?”
You rolled your eyes playfully, “I would be honored,”
JJ grabbed your cup, snatching the bottle sitting on the table and taking his best guess measuring a shot as he poured. He handed it back to you, taking a cup for himself and doing the same.
You grimaced, looking down at your drink and catching a whiff of the smell that burned your nose, “Ugh, that’s nasty,”
JJ merely grinned, tapping the plastic rim to yours, “Cheers!”
You winced, forcing the burning liquid down your throat as JJ downed it with ease.
“You gonna be alright Y/N?” he joked.
You narrowed your eyes, “Pour me another,” holding your cup out to him once again. He didn’t think twice, giving you what you wanted and pouring himself another shot in the process, “Cheers,” you grinned, tapping your cup to his once more, this time your drink going down much more easily.
“Wanna dance?” JJ tossed his cup into the bag labeled trash and you followed suit, nodding at his invitation. He grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the crowd and twirling you around.
Dancing with JJ was a blur, your intoxication adding fuel to the strong chemistry between the two of you. JJ was everything you wanted in a guy- sweet, charming, funny, and he could take a joke. Of course, it also helped that Sarah just happened to be hitting it off with his best friend. How could you not think about the possibility? But your time with JJ secured the way you felt even more, he was perfect.
Suddenly, his hand was on your neck, fingers playing in your hair. You could feel your face growing warm- was it the alcohol or the butterflies you got from his touch? JJ’s eyes softened, asking you silently if he could kiss you. You leaned forward in response, pulling him into you. JJ’s other hand was quickly on the small of your back, deepening the kiss between you.
You felt his breath against your cheek as he pulled away, a grin splayed across his face, “I’ve been wanting to do that since, like, forever.”
You smiled, shaking your head softly, “Well it took you long enough,”
He leaned forward, his tongue making its way into your mouth as he kissed you again. This was everything you imagined it to be- JJ Maybank was everything you wanted. Your hands made your way to the nape of his neck, gently grabbing at his blonde hair. The longer you kissed, the more confident JJ got. His lips slowly trailed down your jawline, making his way down your neck as you tossed your head back, enjoying every second.
You weren’t sure how long you and JJ had made out, but you did know how much you enjoyed it. He had mentioned something about getting his blunt from Pope, suggesting that the two of you went and chill by the water for a bit. You were more than happy to spend more time with him, offering to get more drinks.
You reached down, filling your cup once again, still on cloud nine from your time with JJ. Already thinking about what could happen next between the two of you.
With your cup full, you stood up straight, turning but immediately running into someone behind you, “Shit!” You hissed as your beer was crushed up against your chest, soaking your shirt, “Dude, what the hell…” You trailed off, your anger growing when you recognized that it was Rafe who had been in your way.
“Are you kidding me, Y/N?!” He fumed, looking down at his white polo that was now drenched in beer, “Watch where you’re fucking going!”
“Well maybe don’t stand an inch behind me- this is your fault,” you snapped, throwing the plastic cup against his chest in your anger.
“Real mature, Y/N,” he narrowed his eyes at you, “You’re lucky I have an extra shirt in my truck,”
“What about me?”
He raised his eyebrows, “What about you?” he shrugged, “Maybe if you plan on spilling shit all over yourself, you should bring a change of clothes,”
“Screw you Rafe,” you rolled your eyes, over his attitude, “Come on, you’ve gotta have a sweatshirt or something in your truck that I can wear,”
“Not when you’re being such a bitch,”
You groaned, crossing your arms over your body to shield yourself from the wind that was making you freeze, “Rafe, please- I’m soaked!”
“Please… what?” he taunted, reveling in the fact that he was making you work for it.
You wanted to punch him so badly, “Rafe. Can I please borrow a sweatshirt- please.” If looks could kill, Rafe would be dead by the glare you were sending him.
He gave you a tight lipped smile, “Sure- but not sure if my sweatshirt is going to live up to the standards of Kook Princessfashion,”
You didn’t engage with his dig, biting your tongue as you followed him to his truck. He grabbed the collar of his shirt, easily pulling it over his head as he opened the passenger door of his truck and tossed it inside. He ducked inside, tossing you a black sweatshirt with such force it nearly hit you in the face. He turned back towards you, raising a brow as he pulled a new shirt over his head, “You’re staring,”
You looked to the side, rolling your eyes. Yes, yes you were staring. It was hard not to when he was standing shirtless in front of you and looking as jacked as ever. You hesitated, glancing down at the tank top that was sticking to your body and reeked of beer, questioning if getting undressed in front of the eldest Cameron was something you really wanted to do.
Screw it.
You pulled off your top and tossed it into the truck, keeping eye contact with Rafe as you stood there for a second, just in your bra, “You’re staring.” You mocked.
“Yeah, I am,” he said without missing a beat, “You got great tits,”
“Wow, you sure do know how to make a woman feel special,” you said dryly, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
An awkward silence fell between you. Rafe opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, quickly closing it before he got the words out.
“What?”
He hesitated. “What the hell were you doing tonight?” He finally blurted out.
You frowned, “I think I’m gonna need you to be a little more clear than that,”
“Maybank,” he nearly spat as he said the name, “What the hell were you doing with Maybank?”
“Oh my god Rafe,” you groaned and tossed your head back in frustration, “Would it kill you to just let it go?”
“Would it kill you to stop embarrassing yourself by surrounding yourselves with pogues?” he shot back, “We’re better than them. Always have been and always will be,”
“Rafe, you’re insufferable, you know that?!” You finally snapped, “You bitch, and complain, and shit on everyone and everything around you- and you know what? People are sick of it. You think you’re so special because of your daddy’s money?” You tilted your head, glare hardening as you let yourself unleash what you had been holding in for weeks. “What are you without Ward, Rafe? Nothing- you’re nothing, and you know that just as much as everyone else on this damn island does,”
His jaw hardened and he shook his head slightly, nostrils flared as he scowled at you. “You talk so fucking much Y/N,” he growled, taking a step closer to you, “What the hell does it take to get you to shut up?”
Instinctively you backed away, heart dropping when your back pressed up against the truck. Rafe was inches from your face, agan you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face. The tension between you so thick it felt hard to breathe.
“What the hell does it take to get you to not be such an asshole?” you countered, doing your best to hold your ground, but feeling yourself falter as he got impossibly closer.
“I hate you,” his breath was hot against your skin, and his words seemed contradictory as he leaned in closer, lips nearly touching yours.
“I hate you more.”
Before you could register what was happening, his fingers were in your hair and lips were pressing up to yours. As if on instinct, your hands found their way to his neck, deepening the kiss.
You closed your eyes, hating how good this felt.
Rafe pulled you closer, his kisses nearly desperate and setting your skin on fire. He placed kisses down your neck, you’re heart racing at his touch. Your thoughts of JJ were gone as you let yourself enjoy Rafe’s touch, seemingly forgetting of the pogue who had just been in Rafe’s position.
“Shit,” you frantically shoved Rafe off of you when you heard your phone ringing, snapping back into reality. You pulled it from you pocket, looking down to see it was Sarah calling you, “It’s Sarah. Oh god. We shouldn’t have…” You ran your hands through your hair, trying to compose your thoughts, “That was-”
“Good?” He flashed a cocky grin.
“Not what I was going to say,” you rolled your eyes, suddenly very aware that you still didn’t have a shirt on. You ignored your flushed face, pulling his sweatshirt over your head. Of course it had to be his sweatshirt. “But yes. It was good,” you finally admitted, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes, “But this can never happen again- god, if Sarah found out,”
“She doesn’t have to,” he said with a shrug.
You swallowed, letting his offer hang in silence, hating that you were racing with excitement at the thought of this happening again.
Rafe ran his tongue across the inside of his bottom lip, knowing you were contemplating his words. He broke the silence before you could, “Better get back to your pogue boyfriend before he comes looking you,”
“He’s not-” you stopped mid sentence, horrified that you were about to clarify that JJ was not in fact your boyfriend.
“Make sure you think of me next time you start macking on him,” He gave you a wink and started walking back toward the Boneyard.
“Rafe?” He glanced back to look at you as you spoke, “I still hate you.”
He smirked, shaking his head slightly, “And I still wish you’d shut the hell up.”
Characters: JJ x Reader (kinda), John B, Pope, Kie, Sarah
Warnings: n/a
w/c: 800ish
Summary:JJ has a little too much to drink and needs a little taking care of.
“Y/NNN!”
You dropped your head in defeat as John B screamed your name as he ran past you. “And I think that’s my que to leave,” you offered the group of girls you had befriended a tight-lipped smile.
They exchanged odd looks as you took off after your best friend. You didn’t manage to catch up to him until you made it to the van where Pope, JJ, and John B were already inside. You climbed in the back, taking your usual spot next to JJ.
“What happened?” You asked, slightly out of breath, “Did you guys get into it with Rafe and Top again or…”
“No,” John B snapped, “And if we had, they would have been the ones to start it-”
Pope cut him off before he had the chance to start on a never-ending rant about the Kooks, “It’s JJ,” he nodded toward the boy next to you, giving you a look.
You turned, finally getting a real look at him and just now realizing how uncharacteristically quiet he had been. His face was flushed and his eyes were partially closed, “Good god,” You muttered, “Somebody had wayyy too much to drink tonight,” You looked over at Pope stifling a laugh, “I didn’t know it was possible for him to drink too much-”
“I am perfectly fine, thank you for asking,” JJ’s words slurred and his head bobbed up to look at you, “I can handle my alcohol,”
You sighed as his head slumped to the side, resting against your shoulder, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this. I swear if he yacks on me-”
As if he was waiting for you to say something, JJ lurched forward and threw up his stomach contents all over your sneakers and the van floor.
“Oh come on man!” “Not in my car, dude!”
“Oh god-JJ,” you covered your mouth, holding back the urge to puke, “These were new shoes,”
Suddenly the van’s back door slid open again, this time revealing Kie and Sarah, “What did we miss-” Kie stopped mid-sentence when she saw the vomit, “Oh hell no.”
Sarah gagged and turned away, shaking her head, “We’re gonna walk home,” She quickly decided, Kie eagerly nodded in agreement.
“Wow thanks guys,” you said sarcastically as the two slowly backed away from the van, “So helpful.”
“Sorry, I just remembered we have this thing that we said we’d do…” Kie lied and gave you a small smile before she and Sarah sped away and back toward the party.
“You guys suck,” John B muttered, turning over the engine and driving to the chateau.
You groaned looking down at the mess on your shoes, but then snapped out of it, remembering how sick the boy next to you was. “JJ?” you said softly, gently grabbing his face so he’d look at you, “You okay now?”
He blinked, “Think so,” he slurred, “S-sorry about the shoes,”
“Its okay- but I’m definitely going to make you wash them when your hangover wears off-”
“I do not get hungover,” he mumbled, “I am JJ Maybank. I can handle-”
“Yes. Yes, you can handle your alcohol- you’ve mentioned it,” you held back another laugh, shaking at his stubbornness, “We’ll see about that tomorrow.”
John B peeled into the front yard and took the keys out of the ignition.
“JJ, come on,” you nudged him slightly and followed Pope out of the van, extending your hand out to JJ. It took him a few seconds, but he finally grabbed hold and stumbled out towards you and Pope. He leaned forward into you, nearly knocking you over with his weight. “Woah, there JJ,”
Pope managed to grab one of JJ’s arms to take some of the weight and you put his other arm around your shoulder, “Come on J, let’s get you inside,”
You and Pope managed to practically drag JJ inside, you made sure to kick off your ruined sneakers before getting indoors, “Do you need to yack again?” You looked toward the blonde boy, figuring getting the remainder of the alcohol in his system out was the best decision.
He shrugged in response, but you nodded to Pope in the direction of the bathroom. The two of you slowly lowered JJ to the ground, who was quick to lunge for the toilet and finish getting the liquor out of his system.
The color in Pope’s face drained at the sight and he decided to head outside with John B.
“Y/N?” JJ groaned, still leaned over the bowl, “I don’t feel very good,”
“Really?” you raised a brow and rubbed his back, “I never would’ve guessed,”
“Y/N?”
“What’s up J?”
“Thank you,” he mumbled, sitting up.
“For what?” you furrowed your brows at his words.
“For always being here for me,”
You smiled, “Of course JJ, always.” Your heart fluttered at his sweet words, “Alright, let’s get you in bed, huh?”
He nodded weakly and you wrapped an arm around him, helping him stand up and get his bearings. He wrapped his arm tightly around you and stumbled toward the guest room, you helped keep him upright. The moment you stepped inside JJ flopped forward onto the bed, taking you with him from his hold on your waist.
“JJ?!” Your words came out muffled by the pillows and blankets you were lying face down in. He only groaned and you sighed in defeat, pinned under his arm. Guess you were spending your night with JJ- and not in a way you had ever anticipated.
Summary:JJ plans to break John B out of prison, you’re determined to help him.
“Y/N, no way are you coming with us,” the tone in JJ’s voice was final, but you didn’t care.
There was no way in hell he was going to be able to stop you from helping him break John B out of prison. Sure, his plan was by no means a good one, but when was the last time JJ had a plan that wasn’t batshit crazy? You were just glad you’d convinced him that he could come up with something better than storming the prison solo and guns-blazing.
“Screw that J, if you’re really gonna go through with this dumbass plan I’m at least gonna go down with you,”
He pursed his lips together, “Ok first of all, it’s a good plan okay?” He defended himself, grabbing his snapback off the table and putting it on backwards, “Second off, no. You are not coming with. Your ankle is still sprained- if anything goes wrong I’m not gonna get caught because you can’t make a run for it,”
“JJ,” you groaned, tossing your head back in despair, “My ankle is fine. I can’t spend another second here. Pope and Kie are killing my mood and I don’t wanna sit around doing nothing while John B rots away in jail!” You followed him outside, refusing to take no for an answer.
“You don’t have to do “nothing”” JJ rose his brows at you. “Once I bust him out we’re gonna have to find somewhere for him to hide,” he assured. “I haven’t gotten that far with the plan yet, but he sure as hell can’t stay here at the chateau- it’s the first place the coppers will look,”
I rolled my eyes, “I already told you he can stay at my house, my parents are out of town until next month. See, I’m a great problem solver,” I forced a sarcastic smile, “ I’m coming with you- that’s final.”
JJ sighed, running a had down his face, “You’re stubborn as shit, you know that?”
You only grinned in response.
“Fine.”
“Really?”
“No.” He deadpanned. Before you could even process what he was doing JJ, had whipped a set of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and was putting one cuff around your wrist and the other on one of the wood panels on the porch.
“JJ- what?!” you looked down in shock at the cuffs, sputtering in disbelief, “Why the hell do you have handcuffs??” you scoffed, “Why are you just carrying them around??” If you weren’t so pissed at him, you would’ve found the whole situation hilarious.
“You don’t?” He gave you a cheeky grin, “They’re hella useful,” he winked at you and made his way down the steps and to his dirt bike.
You tossed your head back in frustration, “JJ come back right now! Uncuff me!”
“No can do sweetheart!” He hopped on the bike, revving the engine, “I’m gonna go break my boy outta prison,” He threw you a wave as he drove up, sending up a cloud of dust behind him.
You gave him the finger even though he was too far gone to see you, “You better not get arrested, dumbass.”
Summary: After having a nightmare about something happening to you, JJ comes over to make sure you’re okay.
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You groaned and rolled over in bed, the familiar sound of tapping on your window waking you up. Your eyes adjusted in the dim light and you were able to make out the unmistakable outline of JJ crouched outside the glass.
You reached over and unlatched the window, letting JJ come inside. “Really J?” you sighed, voice still groggy, “It’s like 2 am, I mean I love you but it’s a little late to be-” You trailed off when you got a good look at the boy’s face. His eyes were puffy and red like he had been crying, “JJ… What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Are you okay?” He blurted out first before he answered your question.
Your brows furrowed in confusion at his question, “Yes, I’m fine. Are you?” You reached out and pulled him into a hug, noticing how fast his heart was racing when his chest was pressed up against yours, “Was it your dad? Did he?” You whispered almost afraid to ask.
You felt him shake his head as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and his embrace tightened around you. You sat in silence for a few moments, letting him calm down and take the time he needed before he told you what was going on.
“It was a nightmare.” He finally managed, “But it felt so real… I thought it was real.” He said with a shaky breath, pulling back to look at you with his tear-filled eyes. “In my dream, it was my dad- he came after you and…” his voice broke and he pulled you back into his arms.
Your heart broke for JJ. His father had always treated him so poorly. The abuse and neglect JJ had faced from the man who was supposed to love him the most made you sick to your stomach. And if it wasn’t enough for his father to torment him in real life now he managed to terrorize JJ in his dreams?
You felt tears prick at your eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to help soothe him. “Hey, it’s okay JJ,” you whispered softly, “I’m okay- nothing’s gonna hurt me,” You pulled away for a moment, looking at his tear-stained face. You wiped away the tears on his cheeks and placed your forehead against his, “We’re okay JJ,” you assured.
He nodded, taking another shaky breath.
“How about you stay here tonight?” you offered, pulling back the covers and making space for him in the bed next to you.
“But your parents,” JJ pointed out.
You shook your head, “It’ll be fine, they never come in my room anyway,” you promised.
The last thing JJ wanted was to get you in trouble, but he also couldn’t ignore the relief the thought of staying with you for the night brought him. He finally caved, sliding under the covers next to you, “Thank you, Y/N,” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your back into his chest.
You grabbed his right hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, “Of course, JJ. I’ll always be here for you,”
Summary: JJ and Y/N both have very different ways of grieving their loss.
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Your leg bounced nervously from your position on the couch. The TV was on, but you were paying it no attention, instead, more focused on the dozens of things racing through your head.
You hadn’t seen JJ since the day that John B and Sarah were pronounced dead, it had been almost 3 days now.
Originally, you had tried to be patient with him, knowing he was grieving a best friend and that the loss of John B had hit him hard. But, it was starting to feel like JJ had forgotten that you were grieving as well- and John B wasn’t just a best friend to you, he was a brother. Hell, he had been the only real family you had left. You had always counted on JJ being in your corner, but now he was nowhere to be found.
You checked your phone for probably the tenth time in the past 15 minutes. You weren’t surprised, but still furious to see that JJ hadn’t bothered to call or reply to the dozens of texts and voice mails you had left him.
While part of you was fuming at the boy for disappearing and leaving you with no notice, there was a constant nag of worry for him that was eating away at you. Was he okay? Had something happened?
Kiara and Pope seemed less worried than you about JJ, figuring that he just needed time alone to figure things out. But that was easy for them to say, they had each other to find solace in. You had spent the last 3 days trying to navigate life without your big brother alone and it was devastating.
Your head snapped at the sound of the front door opening, revealing the blonde boy who had been causing you so much anguish. He looked awful- not that you were looking your best. His eyes were red and puffy and from the way he stumbled inside, it was obvious he was intoxicated.
You rolled your eyes, barely able to contain your anger. “No call? No text? What, was I supposed to just guess when you were gonna come back?”
JJ sighed, waving you off, “Sorry,” He mumbled, sounding slightly annoyed by your anger.
“Sorry’s not gonna cut it-” you scoffed, “Where the hell have you been?”
He groaned and rolled his eyes, “Y/N, just screw off,”
“Screw off?“ you repeated, your voice rising as you spoke, "I have sat on this damn couch calling and texting you for days! I had no idea where you were or if you were ever coming back!”
“Okay, well I’m back now,” he snapped, “Stop making it a big deal,”
“Look I get it,” You shook your head, “You’re grieving. But you can’t just disappear-”
“I just lost my best friend!” JJ screamed, finally looking you in the eyes, tears threatening to spill.
“I lost my brother!” you choked out, “H-He was the only family I had left! And I know you’re hurting- believe me, I know. But I thought…” You took a shaky breath, tears falling as you spoke, “God, I thought I would always have you by my side,”
JJ just stared at you, “Y/N, I’m sorry,” He ran his hand through his blonde hair, “But I just can’t. I need space and time to think. I can’t be here,” He exasperated, looking around the Chateau, “Everything- All of this, it reminds me of him. Hell, I can’t even look at you right now,”
You know he didn’t mean to hurt you, but his words stung.
“You look just like him. I-I just can’t.”
Before you could say another word, JJ had left, slamming the front door behind him and leaving you once again, alone and crying.
The Other Side: JJ and Y/N clearly feel something for each other, though Pogues and Kooks are never supposed to be together. (JJ X Reader and Rafe x Reader)
Friday Night:JJ refuses to let Y/N spend her Friday night studying.
Suprise:Y/N comes back from boarding school to suprise JJ
Starry Night:Y/N and JJ finally admit their feelings to each other.
Good Intentions:The truth about how JJ has been feeing finally comes out.
New Girl:Y/N has just moved to the Outer Banks and finds a new friend that makes her think that maybe being the new girl won’t be so bad.
Car Troubles:JJ saves the day and helps Y/N out when she has some car troubles.
My Protector:Unsurprisingly, Rafe and JJ get into it during a party.
Little Sister:No pogue-on-pogue max king has always been a rule for the friend group. Fortunately, JJ and Y/N have never been ones to follow the rules.
Smooth Move:JJ comes over to stay the night with Y/N after a rough night at home.
Rafe
First Kiss:Rafe finds out who your first kiss was and isn’t too thrilled about it.
John B
The Golden Rule: Y/N and John B break the Golden Rule of pouge life.
Life As a Pogue
Girl’s Night:Y/N and Kie take a break from the boys and have a girls night.
Summary:Unsurprisingly, Rafe and JJ get into it at a party.
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“Maybank is that you?” Rafe’s unmistakable voice yelled over the loud music, “Now who the hell let you into a party on the Figure 8?” He grabbed JJ roughly by the shoulder and yanked him so he would face him and his kook friends standing behind him.
JJ rolled his eyes as he locked eyes with the asshole in question, “Why don’t you ask your sister? Oh, but she’s probably busy with John B-”
“Don’t you say a word about Sarah!” Rafe sneered, lunging forward and grabbing the blonde by his collar.
“Woah, Woah,” JJ raised his hands in defense and feigned innocence as Rafe kept his hold on his shirt.
“Dammit, not again.” You huffed under your breath, noticing the commotion and the crowd starting to form a few yards away from where you and Kie had been sitting and enjoying your drinks. A fight was clearly starting to form and 9 times out of 10 the boys just happened to be in the middle of it.
“You think we could have one night- just one night where they stay out of trouble,” Kie added, quickly standing up and following you toward the growing crowd.
You shoved yourself through the bustling people, finally catching sight of what was happening. Rafe had JJ by the collar and was pointing his finger in his face as he yelled at him. You froze for a second, knowing just how bad things could get when JJ and Rafe went at it with each other.
“Rafe!“ You ran up to the two boys and grabbed ahold of Rafe’s wrist that was still holding JJ, "Rafe, come on just end it alright? Things don’t have to get ugly,”
Rafe glared at you, “Stay the hell out of this Y/N- God, you and Sarah disgust me almost as much as these pogues. When are you gonna stop pretending that we’re like them?”
JJ lunged dove forward at Rafe’s mention of your name, fists flying as he tackled Rafe to the ground. Rafe hit the sand with a thud, taking a few solid hits to the face before he was able to shove JJ off of him. Both boys quickly jumped to their feet, faces red and chests heaving with anger and adrenaline. Rafe brushed the back of his hand against his nose, wiping away some of the blood that was falling from it.
“Alright enough!” Kiara stepped forward and put her body between Rafe and JJ.
You grabbed a hold of JJ’s arm and practically dragged him away from Rafe and through the crowd. “You can’t stay out of trouble for one night- not even one night can you?” You sighed, shaking your head.
He shrugged, a small grin forming across his face, “I just can’t help myself,”
You rolled your eyes, “Well next time I’m gonna let you two go at it, and we’ll see if you’re still smiling when his friends jump in and beat your ass,”
“Pfft,” JJ scoffed, “Come on I could totally take Rafe in a fight,”
“Maybe, but you know his friends- the second they see someone throw a punch they’ll jump into it and things will get really bad really quick,” You looked at JJ, tilting your head slightly, “Look I just get worried about you. You’re lucky I was there-”
“You know it’s cute and all that you’re trying to protect me, but you’re like a whole foot shorter than me, you know?“ JJ smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he spoke.
You rolled your eyes, resting your head into his shoulder, "Alright fine, I’ll remember that for next time JJ,”
“I’m kidding Y/N,” he smirked, squeezing your shoulder and giving you a peck on the cheek, “What would I do without you?”
You let out a breath, smiling at the boy, “I don’t know J, but you better keep me around for your own good,”
“Trust me, I plan on it,” He smiled, pulling you into a kiss.
Summary:No pogue-on-pogue macking has always been a rule for the friend group. Fortunately, JJ and Y/N have never been ones to follow the rules.
“John B!” Y/N hollered from her bedroom as she shoved on her shoes, “I’m leaving now! Not sure when I’ll be back, but I’ll call if I need you to pick me up,” She threw her bag over her shoulder and made her way into the living room when her brother was sitting.
“Oh, so now I’m just your personal driver, Huh?” he joked, looking up from his spot on the couch, “I’m surprised you’re not asking me to drive you there,”
She rolled her eyes at her older brother’s empty taunts, “Alright, I’ll see you tonight,”
“Where you going?” JJ poked his head into the room from the kitchen.
“Meeting up with this guy I met the other night at the boneyard,” she said nonchalantly.
“You don’t even know him?” JJ stood up a little straighter at her words.
“Ugh, JJ don’t be weird,” she scoffed, “Anyways why do you care? Do you just want me to pretend that I don’t see the blonde tourist chicks you sneak off with at every party? Do you know them?” Y/N shot back.
“I’m just looking out for you-”
“Well thanks, JJ,” she gave him a small smile as she pushed open the front door and stepped outside, “But I can take care of myself,” she said over her shoulder.
-
John B had gone to bed a few hours ago, but JJ hadn’t moved from the position he’d taken on the couch after Y/N had left. His leg bounced anxiously as he ran his hands through his hair.
It was getting late and Y/N had yet to come back home. He wasn’t really worried for her- hell, he’d learned the hard way that she was more than capable of handling herself and could throw a nasty punch if needed. Instead, he couldn’t stop his mind from racing with thoughts of what she could be doing with this guy.
He clenched his jaw tighter at the thought. His hands on her- his lips on hers. He didn’t know the kid, but he was already convinced that he was nowhere near good enough for Y/N.
He all but jumped from his seat when the front door clicked and was shoved open, revealing Y/N.
“God- JJ!” She jumped slightly at the sight of him, “The hell are you doing up?”
He shrugged her off, “Just wanted to make sure you got home alright… so how’d the date go?”
She eyed him suspiciously for a second, not really sure what to make of his explanation. She tossed her bag to the floor and plopped down next to JJ on the couch, “Terrible,” you said frankly, “The whole night he just talked about himself- I swear if I hear one more word about a lake house in Washington or how the stock market is the best way to invest and get cash I might actually vomit,”
JJ laughed, not missing the way that deep down he felt some sense of relief at the fact that you hadn’t enjoyed this guy’s company, “Well, did he at least pay for your food?”
She groaned and tossed her head back, “No! The guy talked all night about how much money he made through his “amazing” investments then didn’t pay- he wasn’t even going to leave a tip! I had to use the rest of my cash!”
“That’s tough,” wrapped his arm around Y/N, offering her his beer with his other hand, which she gladly accepted, “Why are you even looking for a guy right now? It’s summer, and you’ve got me,” he joked, though deep down he wasn’t really kidding.
“Oh, yeah?” You scoffed, raising a brow at the boy, “You sure you’ve got time for me with all though tourists practically throwing themselves at you?”
JJ’s heartbeat sped up as she played along, “I think I’ve had about just as much luck with tourists as you did with your date tonight,” he said with half a smile. “God, it would just be so much easier if we could date,” his tone made his words come off as a joke, but the way he was intently watching her and waiting for any reaction showed that to him it was much more than that.
She laughed softly, raising her brows as she pondered it for a second, “I mean you aren’t wrong,”
JJ’s heart nearly stopped at her words.
“But John B would literally kill us-and so would Kie,”
“Yeah, probably,” JJ agreed, “But, I mean, they aren’t here… They don’t have to know,”
She looked up at him, feeling butterflies in her stomach at his suggestion. It would definitely be a lie if she said she hadn’t thought of doing anything with JJ before, but she’d always told her that he was off-limits.
“This is gonna piss off John B so much,” she held back a laugh as she leaned forward to kiss the blonde in front of her, “But I am his little sister- it’s basically my job to make him mad,”
Summary:JJ comes over to stay the night with Y/N after a rough night at home.
Your eyes snapped open with the sound of rapping on your bedroom window, panic surging through you. But you felt a wave of relief as you saw the messy blonde hair through the glass, knowing it was just JJ.
“God JJ,” you sighed as you crawled out of bed and unlatched the window so he could climb in, “Would it kill you to send me a heads-up text? One of these times on gonna have a heart attack,”
“I would, but that’s not nearly as fun as scaring you half to death,” he said with a grin, “Plus it’s literally only 11, I didn’t think you’d be in bed already- since when did you turn into an old lady?”
You rolled your eyes and jumped back into bed, making space for JJ to crawl in next to you, “I know it’s shocking, but some people actually value a good night sleep,”
“Yeah- old people do,” JJ deadpanned, plopping himself down next to you, “Why didn’t you go out with me and John B tonight? It was fun,”
You shrugged, “Just not feeling it I guess, plus Kie wasn’t going and she always makes it more fun,”
He punched you playfully in the shoulder, “Dang, so me and John B aren’t good enough for you?”
You laughed him off, reaching for your TV remote, “Wanna watch a movie?”
“Duh- but none of that sappy romantic crap that you and Kie always watch,”
You shook your head slightly, “Come on J it’s just me, you can admit it. I know you love them,”
He hesitated for a moment, before finally admitting the truth, “Okay fine. They aren’t all the bad- but if you ever tell John B or Pope I will kill you,”
“Ha! I knew it,” you smirked, “Don’t worry your secret’s safe with me,” You skimmed through the movies before landing on A Quiet Place. “Scary movie?”
JJ nodded, scooting closer to you, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe,” You rolled your eyes at the boy and pressed play.
A few minutes through the movie, JJ “yawned” raising his arms above his head.
You glanced over at him, jokingly glaring because you knew exactly what he was doing. “Do you really think I’m dumb enough to fall for that?” You asked as his arm wrapped around your shoulder and he pulled you a little closer.
JJ raised his eyebrows, “Well, you’re not exactly telling me to get the hell off, so…”
You shook your head and rolled your eyes once again at the stupid blonde sitting next to you, but you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach as you rested your head on his shoulder.
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You sat on the HMS Pogue, a smile wide across your face as the wind whipped through your hair. You glanced to JJ who was sitting beside you, his smile just as wide as yours.
He looked over, catching your eyes, “Wanna drink?” He asked, raising a brow.
“Yeah, sure,” you shrugged.
JJ nodded, reaching over you toward the cooler that you hadn’t noticed before on your left.
“Oh sorry, I can grab-” your offer was cut short and you trailed off as JJ’s other hand landed on top of your thigh as he finally managed to grab the drinks. Your stomach did a flip at his touch and you had to stop yourself from gasping out loud.
“Here,” he handed you a can and kept one for himself. Leaving his hand sitting gently on your thigh, “You alright?” He asked, looking at your flushed cheeks and parted lips with a grin- knowing exactlywhat he was doing.
“Y-Yeah… Yeah, I’m great,” you breathed. JJ smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but a loud splash interrupted the moment.
“JJ! Y/N! Are you guys getting in or what?” John B hollered, then jumped into the cool water to join the rest of the pogues.
You laughed softly, standing up with JJ. You pulled off your shirt, leaving you in your favorite striped bathing suit and followed JJ to the front of the boat.
You were about to jump into the water when JJ laced his fingers into yours, “Y/N,” You looked back at him, a smile still across your face.
“I just wanted to say, this has been a lot of fun- you’ve been a lot of fun,” JJ blushed slightly and looked away for a second, “Do you think you’d wanna do it again sometime?”
“JJ,” you paused, took a breath, and before you could convince yourself not to, leaned in and pressed your lips to his.
JJ hesitated for a moment, clearly surprised by your response, but he quickly regained his confidence. His hands dragging down around your waist, pulling you into his body as he deepened the kiss.
The two of you pulled away for a moment, catching your breath, “Was that a good enough answer for you Maybank?” You asked, still a little breathless from the kiss. JJ laughed softly, unable to stop his smiling as he went in for another.
You stifled a laugh as you heard the Pogues in the water hollaring at the two of you.
“Get a room!” Pope joked, earning the finger from JJ as he pulled you even closer to him.
You couldn’t help but think of Rafe as JJ kissed you.
Not because you were missing him, but because you wondered if this was what it’s supposed to feel like. This spark, the constant butterflies- was this love?
How had you been foolish enough to think that what you had with Rafe was anything close to love?
Warnings: Drug Use, Alcoholism, Langauge, Terrible Coping Mechansims, Death, Angst
Word Count: 500
Summary:Everyone copes in different ways, some are healthier than others. Unfortunately, JJ isn’t the best with dealing with the loss of a best friend.
A/N:not sure if im ready to start writing as much as i used to yet, but i was inspired and wrote this tonight, so enjoy.
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You took a shaky breath, standing in front of the chateau. You’d been there hundreds of times, shared so many memories with your best friends, and come to love the house and the people inside as your own, but things were different now.
You shook your head at yourself, deciding it was better not to think about it and let yourself inside.
“JJ,” your voice called as you peered around the front room. You sighed, your mind trailing off to the many laughs you and your friends had experience under this roof, “J?” You repeated, stopping in front of the guest room JJ usually stayed in.
You softly tapped on the door, but received no reply. “JJ?” You let yoursef in to see the mess that JJ was living in.
Discarded beer bottles littered the room and the strong smell of weed seemed to be seeping from the walls. Blankets and dirty clothes were strewn across the room, and some of the pictures that had previously lined the walls had been ripped down by an angry force. But what really caught your eye were the small orange bottles lined up on the nightstand.
“Y/N?” JJ muttered, clearly out of it as he lifted his head up so he could get a better look at your figure in the doorway.
“The hell is that?” You snapped, startling him at your change of attitude as you walked over and snatched on of the bottles from the table, only to discover it was empty.
“God- Y/N, screw off!” JJ groaned, rolling his eyes as he rolled over so his back was facing you.
“You’re joking right JJ?” You glared daggers into his back as you spoke, “After everything, you do this?” You shook your head, eyes filling with tears, “JJ, you know what this shit can do! You’ve seen how it hurts people! How… how could you?” You seethed at the boy who was now sitting up slightly and looking at you with an emotionless expression. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you thought of what your dad had put you through with his addiction. JJ had seen firsthand how it broke you, and he had been there to pick up the pieces and put you back together. How could he do this knowing how much hurt it had caused you?
You gathered the rest of the bottles in your hands and stormed out of the room toward the bathroom.
“Y/N! Hey! Stop- What are you doing?”
You ignored JJ’s yells as you slammed all the bottles except one onto the sink. You held the one in your hand with and iron grip, anger and hurt coursing through your veins and you untwisted the cap and dumped the contents into the toilet.
“HEY!” JJ snapped from the bathroom’s doorway, “What the hell, Y/N?”
You grabbed another bottle, but this time JJ grabbed hold on your wrist, forcing you to face him, “Cut it out,” his voice was low and his eyes were wild as he eyed the pills in your hand.
“JJ, I can’t let you do this to yourself… JJ, you know what happened to my dad, I can’t let-”
“It’s not your job to take care of me, I can do that myself,” JJ spat, “And anyways, I’m fine-”
“You’re fine?” You mocked, “You’re popping pills and drinking instead of actually coping! Kie and I haven’t seen or heard from you in weeks-”
“Don’t come in here and act like you’ve got you’re shit together!” JJ cut you off, “You’re really gonna lecture me after you just dropped off the face of the Earth the second we heard about John B- did you ever think about us… about me? How maybe I needed you-”
“Oh,” you scoffed, “So you’re saying this is my fault? I needed a break and you fell apart because I wasn’t here to hold you together?” You laughed dryly, “We were all falling apart JJ- not just you. And last time I checked, none of us decided to give up and become alcoholics or drug addicts-”
“Screw you Y/N!” JJ screamed, your words clearly leaving a mark.
You wiped your tears and took a breath, “I love you JJ, I really do, and I want to help you, but this…” You shook your head, defeated, “I can’t help you when you refuse to help yourself,”
JJ opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t give him the chance to speak.
You threw the orange bottle at his chest, “Keep you’re stupid pills. But when things get bad- and trust me, they will get bad, I can’t promise I’ll be here for you,” you turned back on him and left before more tears began to fall, feeling like you were about to loose another best friend.
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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.
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.
