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?”
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: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.
Summary:JJ saves the day and helps Y/N when she has some car troubles.
You groaned, pulling over to the side of the road as your car slowed to a stop, “Dammit,” you slammed your palm on your steering wheel in frustration as you opened your door to look at your car, immediately noticing that your back wheel was flat. You rested your head on your steering wheel in defeat as you realized there was no way you’d make it to the airport in time.
You snatched your phone up from the driver’s seat, catching a glimpse of a text message from JJ, “text me when you get on the plane. miss you already :)”
You clicked on his contact and called him, preparing yourself for the crap he was about to give you for needing help fixing a tire.
“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He answered.
“Hey,” you sighed, “I got a flat… can you please come help me?” Though you couldn’t see him, you could picture the cocky grin on his face.
“You don’t know how to change a tire?” He said, poking fun at you, “Wow, if only you had a boyfriend or someone who could have taught you how to do that…” He joked, referring to the many times he had tried to teach you how to do things like change a flat.
You could practically hear your earlier conversations, “It’s an important thing to know Y/N. What if one day I’m not there to help you?” You’d always brushed him off before, but you were greatly regretting your decision to now.
“Please JJ,”
“Of course JJ,” he laughed softly, “I’m on my way, I’ll be there in like twenty,”
“Thanks,” you sighed, shutting your door and preparing to wait for his help.
“And hey,” JJ added, “Sucks that you missed your plane, but that just means you get to come over tonight… you’re gonna owe me for fixing your tire,”
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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.
i didnt proofread (sorry) so all mistakes are mine
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.
pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader, but a little rafe cameron x fem!reader tension
about.when rafe finds out john b’s back and raids the chateau, no one’s there to be found… except reader.
warnings.foul language, guns
ricky rocks. idek, maybe i’ll make a part two lmk ig
“can i help you, boys?”
rafe cursed lowly to himself as he turned slowly along with barry, gripping his gun tightly.
“did you not check the house?” rafe grunted lowly towards barry who only frowned hard, looking at you and then to the shotgun you had gripped highly.
you had been hid snug in the coat closet of the chateau, almost terrified out of your wits as you had heard someone ransack the small home; but coming upon realization it was only rafe and his goon, barry, your fear went out the window as you had quite literally watched the two of them from the window before quickly searching the room you and jj both shared for the shotgun you had stolen from your father’s old and neglected gun cabinet.
you weren’t afraid.
“y/n,” rafe seemed hesitant, eyeing you as if trying to figure out how to get out of this situation, but he knew he couldn’t with the high possibility of you shooting him with any drastic move he’d make. “just thought i’d pay you and your old friend john b a visit.”
of course.
“what?”
“you know, the guy who used to live here? brown hair, had a thing for my sister.”
“rafe, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“i think you know what i’m talking about,” he attempted to take a step closer to you, but only for you to cock the shotgun. it made him back up fast, raising his arms up slowly. “y/n.. you don’t want to shoot me.”
“really?” you quirked a brow, wanting him just to explain why.
“you don’t want my dead body on your conscious.”
“you would know what that’s like, wouldn’t you, rafe?”
he clenched his jaw, directing his line of vision away from you and to the ground, as if he was holding himself back; talking himself down.
“just.. put your gun down, girly,” barry’s eyes switched between you and rafe, attempting to undermine any harm rafe could play out right now if he didn’t say anything.
you weren’t scared, but you knew what rafe was capable of. you knew he probably wasn’t afraid of hurting you and the only thing keeping him from that was barry and your gun.
“you first,” you nodded toward the handgun they both held to their sides. barry almost trying his best to hide his from your line of sight as he shifted it close behind him.
“look, i know you’re lying,” rafe spoke again, practically charging toward you with the wide step he took toward you. “and i won’t hurt you…” the barrel of the gun touched his chest and he didn’t even flinch, “if you just tell me the truth.”
his hand reached out, attempting to touch your face till you flinched away fast, elbowing his arm away fast, “don’t fucking touch me, asshole.”
“what’re you going to do,” he laughs, shifting back on his feet. “you’re just a little girl with a gun.”
“rafe let’s just leave.”
“a girl that knows how to use a gun.”
“then prove it, y/n,” he dips his head toward you with a mocking smile, challenging you, “shoot that big gun of yours, little girl.”
“your daddy’s not here to save you this time rafe, you sure you want to me to do that?”
“rafe, let’s go,” barry grabs onto his broad shoulder, trying to pull him off from his leaning position, his daring position. “rafe.”
“do it.”
“rafe!” barry roughly pulled him away from you, almost sending him to the ground before pushing him aside as if speaking to him privately, “what’re we fucking doing, man, it’s obvious they’re not here.”
“it’s obvious-“
“nah, knock it the fuck off,” barry’s eyes met yours for a split second before looking back to rafe. “let’s get out of here.”
you watched them walk off slowly before rafe turned around while slowly walking backward, “this isn’t over, trader.”
his words were sour and you could feel your blood beginning to pulse through your veins even faster than before. maybe… you were a bit afraid.
“are you okay?” you felt jj’s arm wrap around your waist the moment his feet hit the ground.
“yeah,” you breathed out, leaning into his grasp after you dropped the gun. “there’s no one like rafe cameron.”
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.
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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
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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.
.
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.
Summary:After you and JJ spent the day with one another, the two of you decide to head home for the night, gaining enough energy to hangout with each other the next day. During the night JJ’s mind can’t help but fantasize what it might be like to have sex with you. Of course, you being his best friend since the third grade and his feelings growing; it’d be hard to tell you. Instead of gaining the balls to confess, he decides to ignore you the best he can but of course it’s hard because you always seem to get in his head.
A/N:This is a rewrite of the first Dreamy Outcomes, but a JJ version. Idk who requested this, but I love this idea so much! You don’t have to read the first one to understand it. Don’t forget to request if you have an ideas or suggestions! Happy reading!
Articles of clothing had been thrown about JJ’s room as the two were on the once made bed. Y/N laid underneath JJ as he hovered over her, his hands resting on either side of her head.
His eyes scanned over her with a smirk sitting on his face. Beads of sweat trickled down Y/N’s forehead as the two of them stared at one another.
“I gotta tell you, you look incredibly hot,” JJ spoke, tucking a strand of hair behind the girl’s ear. A small smile appeared on her face at the sound of his statement. Y/N’s lips found their way to the side of JJ’s neck yet again, leaving tender loving marks.
She grinned against his neck as she ran her hands through his messy blonde hair. Y/N nipped at his skin, bringing his body to hers; trying to keep him close at all times. His hand brushed against her thigh.
She soon felt the feeling of his lips trail down her neck towards her collarbone. Y/N reached towards the hem of his shorts, begging for JJ to remove the article of clothing.
JJ smirked and did as Y/N’s motions asked for. JJ wrapped his arm around her waist so her legs straddled his lap. His hands sat on Y/N’s hips, rubbing a thumb up and down.
“No Pogue on Pogue macking, remember?” Y/N commented. “Woah. Way to ruin the moment, love,” JJ replied, chuckling softly. The two lovebirds gazed at one another, taking in every inch of each other’s flushed faces.
(Back to Reality, third person view)
JJ jerked upright from his bed, running a hand through his tangled hair. He looked down at the side of his bed expecting Y/N to be there. The Maybank boy felt his sprits drop at the absence of the girl. Part of him wished his dream had come true whereas the other part of him was glad it didn’t.
If Y/N Y/L/N knew his true feelings, he knew that things would go south and the girl he loved would never speak to him again. He could hear his friends talking in the living room, about random things. He wondered how he hadn’t heard his friends conversing loudly, but JJ was a deep sleeper so it wasn’t totally surprising.
With a heavy and exhausted sigh, he stepped out of bed to get ready for the day. Given that it was only 11:40 am, he figured that taking a shower wasn’t needed; knowing that he would be going surfing later. He slipped on a pair of swim trunks and his favorite shirt. “Good morning, sleepy head!” Kiara cheered, arms wide.
He rolled his eyes with shaking his head. Kiara plopped down beside Pope, resting her head on his shoulder. John B wiped down the kitchen table before throwing it into the trashcan. “Where’s Y/N?” JJ asked, popping open a beer from the fridge.
“Ooo, someone misses Y/N,” Pope teased. JJ flipped him off and closed the refrigerator door. He leaned against the kitchen counter, awaiting a response to his dying question. “I just called her. We’re picking her up in a five,” Kiara answered with her phone in her hand.
No matter how much JJ tried to distract himself, the thought of his dream about Y/N continued to interrupt his morning beer. He took the last swig and dropped it into the trash can. Sarah walked into the living room with a cooler full of food. “Alrighty, the cooler’s all packed and ready to go,” she said, closing the lid.
“We better get going, before Y/N calls asking where we are,” Pope said, getting up from the couch. “Good idea,” Kiara agreed and followed after him. JJ went to reach for another beer but was stopped when Sarah grabbed his arm, bringing him towards the parked Twinkie.
About ten minutes went by and the group’s surfboards were strapped to the top of the Twinkie. John B hopped into the front seat while the rest got in behind him. “Off to Y/N’s house!” John B exclaimed, pointing a hand forward. Sarah shook her head.
(Y/N’s Point of View)
A loud honk sounded from the front of my house. Before leaving through the side door, I made sure to grab my backpack from the hall closet. John B sat in the driver’s seat, his arm hanging out of the window. Sarah whistled at the sight of me. “Well hello there pretty lady,” Kiara greeted, hopping out of the side door of the Twinkie.
I laughed as my two best friends walked my way. JJ’s blue eyes trailed down my figure, he bit his lower lip. I felt my stomach to flips. I shook the feeling away and walked down the front steps. JJ turned turning to start a conversation with Pope who sat beside him. “Need help with your board?” Sarah asked. “Maybe. My dad ‘cleaned’ the shack out yesterday,” I answered, putting emphasis on the word cleaned.
My dad isn’t the best when it comes to cleaning things. My mom claims that it’s the worst superpower someone could ever ask for, and I can’t say I don’t disagree. Kiara shook her head. The two of them followed me towards the shack my older brother and dad had constructed a few years ago. Sarah lifted up the latch to the door, opening it so I could slip through.
“Wow, he actually cleaned it,” Kiara spoke, peeking her head behind the door. I laughed and nodded along. I found my board leaned up against the back wall of the wooden shack. Sarah kept the shack’s door wide open, leaving me room to slip passed her. I wrapped an arm around the side of the board and stepped through the door.
Kie stepped aside slightly and dropped the latch so it rested in between the lock. The two of them walked beside me as we made our way back to the Twinkie. I couldn’t help but notice JJ ignoring my wave. I exchanged a look with Sarah and Kiara. They shrugged their shoulders. Kie tilted her head towards the top of the Twinkie.
With the help of my friends, I was able to strap my beloved board to the top of John B’s van. Kiara and I sat beside one another given that my blonde friend was still in deep conversation with Pope. “Cute suit,” Sarah complemented, looking over her shoulder to glance at me. I turned to her and smirked. “Why thank you. A very sweet and intelligent friend of mine bought it for me,” I answered.
Sarah, Kiara and I went out one weekend in search for new swimsuits for the summer. Sarah had bought one for all three of us, same style but different colors. Sarah insisted that I get the yellow swimsuit since I reminded her of the sun given my 'bright and sunny personality’. Sarah nudged me in the shoulder, rolling her eyes playfully.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed JJ glance at me; the corners of his lips lifting at the sight of my smile from Sarah’s reaction. John B kissed his girlfriend on the cheek after checking if the boards were all situated. “To the beach!” he hollered. Sarah shook her head at her boyfriend’s cheery demeanor. He turned up the volume on the radio when his favorite song came on.
“Quiet peeps, my jam’s on,” John B ordered, holding up a finger.
“Nobody was even talking,” Pope spoke.
John B shushed him and continued driving towards our spot. JJ looked out of the window beside me, his eyes fixating on every tree the Twinkie passed. I looked at Kiara once again who shrugged her shoulders at JJ’s weird attitude. “Hey, you alright?” I lightly nudged JJ’s knee with my foot.
He tore his focus away from the green scenery. His brows rose at my statement. “Yeah, just tired,” he answered, flatly. I nodded slowly and grabbed a blunt from the pocket of my backpack, remembering that I had saved it from yesterday. “Okie dokie, who want’s the first hit?” I offered, grabbing my lighter from the side pocket of my bag.
Kiara reached over and took the blunt from in-between my fingers. She ignored my expression, lighting the end of the perfectly shaped blunt. “Don’t waste that. I spent a shit ton of time on that,” JJ said, pointing at Kiara who flipped him off. She didn’t even get another second before I reached over and snatched it from her.
I leaned against the door of the Twinkie with my legs stretched out, my feet resting on Kiara’s lap. “Don’t give me that look. I’m the one that brought it,” I said, setting the blunt in between my lips. “Yeah, but I’m the one who made it,” JJ spoke, “In fact, I should get a hit at it.” He reached over to grab the blunt, but I slapped his hand away; sticking my tongue out.
“Not what you said last night,” I commented, smirking, referring to when we hung out yesterday.
JJ immediately pulled back his hand, retreating his gaze back at the forests surrounding the bridge John B was driving over. The Twinkie grew silent, an uncomfortable pause settled between my friend’s and I. Luckily, we had arrived at our favorite beach spot before anything else happened. I took a puff of the blunt and handed it to Pope who stared it.
“What do you want me to do with this?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and slid open the side door of the Twinkie. “Smoke it. What else are you supposed to do with it?” Kiara said, standing beside me. Pope turned to look at the blunt with his brows raised. I shook my head and helped John B get the board’s down from the top.
Once we got them down, I tucked mine underneath my arm and followed Kiara towards the shore. Sarah walked with the three boys to find a nice spot for us to call home for the next few hours. “Okay, I can’t be the only one who noticed that weird fiasco with JJ back there,” I said, setting my board into the water as we walked deeper.
Kiara nodded and dipped her hand into the salt water, running a hand through her hair. The two of us hopped on our boards and sat in the water. “Yeah,” she sighed. “Did anything happen this morning that I’m not aware of?” I questioned. Kiara shook her head and glanced out at our friend group. JJ was speaking with the two boys while Sarah was making her way to the shore line with a book and beer in hand.
“No, ma'am. I mean, when we went to pick you up, JJ began speaking with Pope,” Kiara said, “but Sarah and I were out before we could hear anything.”
I nodded in response and glanced back at the boys, who were still speaking with each other. Sarah sat down at the sand, her arms propping her up with her sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose.
“I hope everything’s okay,” I turned to Kiara, “I hope it’s nothing I did.”
Kiara smiled and shook her head. She swung her legs around her board. “Honey, it’s nothing you did. It’s just JJ being JJ,” she said. I nodded reluctantly and followed her lead, deeper into the water.
(Third Person View)
The three boys stood underneath a few palm trees while Y/N and Kiara were surfing away, Sarah sitting in front of the waves watching her two talented surfing friends. “Woo! Yes queens!” Sarah cheered, cupping her hands over her mouth. Y/N laughed, wiping away salt water that had landed on her tanned face. JJ looked out at Y/N as she effortlessly glided across the white and blue waves without any difficulty.
The blonde Pogue was in the midst of telling his buddies what his dream consisted of last night. “Okay, so let me get this straight,” John B said, “You had a dream that you had sex with Y/N?” The Maybank boy turned to look at his friend. He nodded in response.
He took his red and grey hat off, smoothing down his hair before setting the baseball cap back onto his head. “And you haven’t told her?” Pope questioned. “No, Pope. I haven’t told her,” JJ answered, filled with sarcasm. Pope raised his hands up at his friend’s witty response.
JJ huffed and leaned against the trunk of a palm tree with his arms crossed. He watched the wind brush against the small grains of sand. “I for sure thought the confident and Touron magnet, JJ Maybank, would have told her already,” John B commented, taking his shoes off, setting them beside Sarah’s beach tote. JJ huffed and set his hat down, preparing to go out and surf.
“So did I,” he said, “This dream felt real, man, like so real. And, I think I liked it.”
The two boys looked at their friend with raised brows. John B glanced at Pope before glimpsing at JJ who stared at them. “Woah, okay,” John B chuckled, “Has this…..happened before? The dream.” JJ shook his head in response, taking his favorite flip flops off like John B had. They fell into silence, either one of them digesting what their friend had just confessed.
Y/N breathed heavily, running her hands through her hair. Kiara bobbed on her surfboard beside the Y/L/N girl. The two of them looked out still watching the boys talk. “Okay, why the hell are they just standing there?” Kiara spoke. “No f'ing clue,” Y/N replied. JJ trailed his eyes away from the sand and looked up at his two friends.
“Okay. I’m gonna tell her,” he claimed, “I’m just….gonna walk up to her and ask to talk.” John B patted his friend’s shoulder with his arm holding his board. Pope followed pursuit with his black and blue surfboard in hand as well. “That’s my boy. Now do it before she get’s worried,” John B said, “Because by the look on her face, she seems already does.”
JJ turned around to see what he was talking about. And sure enough, Y/N was worried. She continued to search through her mind on what had she said that upset JJ, or what she had done to upset him. Y/N cared deeply about the boy and would hate for her to mess something up. She let out a sigh when the two of them made direct eye contact.
(Y/N’s Point of View)
“I’m gonna go talk to him. I’m just….gonna walk up to him and ask to talk,” I said, more to myself then to Kiara who was still beside me. She nodded, putting her hair into a low ponytail. “Good idea, you two seem to figure things out,” Kie agreed. I shot her a smile before making my way to shore. I passed the two boys. They saluted at me with me saluting back.
Sarah looked up at me with her brows furrowed. I set my board down beside her. “Everything okay? Did you get stung by a jellyfish?” she questioned. “No, no. Everything’s fine,” I reassured, “I’m just gonna talk with J. Make sure he’s all good.” Sarah let out a sigh of relief, removing her hand from her chest.
I shook my head at her reaction and pat her on the head. She followed me with her eyes as I strolled over to where JJ was pacing. “Hey, can we talk?” I said in unison to him. He snickered in a nervous tone. My brows furrowed. I grabbed my towel and twisted my hair in-between the cloth.
JJ glanced out into the ocean to find John B and Pope both give him a thumbs up. He thought I didn’t notice their encouragement, but I did. “J, are you alright?” I asked, setting a hand on his shoulder. He looked back at me and nodded. “John B and Pope wanted some food. I think there’s a snack stand down there, wanna walk and talk?” he suggested, ignoring that he had rhymed at the end of his statement.
“Yeah. Sure!” I replied, slipping on my sandals. The two of us walked side by side. I don’t remember there ever being a snack stand down on this side of the island, but if it gives me an excuse to talk to JJ? I’m taking it. “So, mind telling me what’s going on in that handsome head of yours?” I said, breaking the silence.
He kicked the sand around, making sure there were no shells or crabs, maybe jellyfish, hiding in the sand; hoping I wouldn’t step on either one. He always seemed to do that whenever we went out for walks like this. JJ looked over his shoulder then back to me. “I had a dream last night,” he said. “Okay?” I replied, chuckling.
He ran a hand through his messy hair and shoved his hands into the pockets of his swim trunks. JJ continued to walk. “What was this said dream about?” I questioned, feeling as if I was the one going along with this conversation. He sighed. “Well, you were in it, and we were-” he paused, “in the middle of having sex.”
I coughed at the sound of his statement, choking on my own spit. JJ stopped walking and turned to look at me. “That is notwhat I thought you were gonna say,” I said, swallowing down whatever made me choke. He chuckled nervously yet again. JJ stood in front of me, looking down at me given the major height difference.
“So….” I trailed, “Has this happened before? You know, thinking about, you know….”
“Oh, no, not at all.”
JJ shook his head, his hair tossing slightly. I nodded and stared at the nice, perfect waves beside me. JJ’s eyes stayed on me as I looked out at the beautiful ocean that I’ve loved since a kid. “What would you do if I told you that I’ve had a similar dream with you in it?” I said, turning to look at him. His brows raised with a slight smirk appearing on his face.
“And, I’m not gonna say I hated it, but….” my sentence wandered on. I noticed JJ look at me with his classic smirk still sitting on his tanned face. I felt my cheeks grow pink at the sight of his grin that made me weak in the knees. “Well, I would say that I think I like you, and we should totally kiss right now,” the confident boy said.
My Y/E/C eyes met his, my own smirk now on my face. JJ reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I stood on the tip of toes, connecting my lips with his. JJ’s hands found their way to my hips, my hands settling on his board shoulders. Our shared kiss grew more passionate, a hands roaming around type of kiss.
I broke for air before JJ could. He pouted at the missing feeling of my lips on his. “I’m really glad you had that dream,” I said. “And why is that?” JJ asked. “Gave me a reason to kiss you,” I replied, shrugging. He smirked yet again, bringing his lips to mine.
Summary:After spending the day with JJ you decide to head home for the night, gaining enough energy to hangout with him the next day. During the night your mind can’t help but fantasize what it might be like to have sex with you know who. Of course, him being your best friend and your feelings growing; it’d be hard to tell him. Instead of gaining the courage, you decide to ignore him the best you can but of course it’s JJ so he makes it much more difficult.
JJ hovered over me, his hands resting on either side of my head. His eyes scanned over me with a smirk sitting on his face. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as the two us stared at one another. “I gotta tell you, you look incredibly hot,” JJ spoke, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. A small smile appeared on my face at the sound of his statement. JJ’s lips found their way to the side of my neck yet again, leaving tender loving marks.
He grinned against my neck as I ran my hands through his messy blonde hair. JJ nipped at my skin, bringing my body to his; trying to keep me close at all times. His hand brushed against my thigh. I felt the feeling of his lips trail down my neck towards my collarbone. JJ reached towards the hem of my shorts, begging for me to remove the article of clothing.
I smirked and did as his motions asked for. JJ wrapped his arm around my waist so my legs straddled his lap. His hands sat on my hips, rubbing a thumb up and down. “No Pogue on Pogue macking, remember?” JJ commented. “Woah. Way to ruin the moment, J,” I replied, chuckling softly. He gazed at me, taking in every inch of me; pushing a piece of hair away from my face.
Back to Reality:
(Outfit 1)
My alarm blared on the bedside table, the bold lettering flickering a bright red color. A tired groan escaped me as I reached over to hit the top of the noisy clock. “I gotta tell you, you look incredibly hot,” JJ’s dreamy words echoed throughout my mind, bouncing from either side of my head. I felt my brain run through the dream over and over again, rewinding to see if I had missed anything.
I gulped down the rest of my water and tore the white comforter off of me. Before I could even step foot into my bathroom to take a quick shower, my cell phone began ringing from it’s charger. Kiara’s silly face appeared on the screen with ‘Kiki’ at the top as her profile name, referencing to her childhood nickname I decided for her. “Hey, Kiki,” I greeted, bringing the phone up to my ear while I pulled out some clothes from my dresser.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said on the other side.
The boys could be heard arguing in the background, mainly consisting of JJ and John B making fun of Pope about something he did in middle school. Sarah shushed them. Kiara brought her attention back to me on the phone. “We’re heading to pick you up in about five minutes. So, be ready,” Kiara said. I nodded like she could see me.
“Oh!” Kiara exclaimed, “JJ said to wear that green bikini he likes, but if I were you; I wouldn’t listen.” I laughed and took out my favorite bikini, a matching yellow set that Sarah had gotten for me for my birthday. Kiara said her goodbye and hung up the phone with John B quickly shouting a farewell.
No matter how hard I tried to forget that dream, it still managed to seep it’s way into my thoughts. I didn’t bother to take a shower, already knowing that we were going to surf once the crew and I were together. I put on the matching bikini with a baseball cap, slipping on a brown pair of sandals once I was ready.
A loud honk sounded from the front of my house. My floral tote bag hung loose from my shoulder as I quickly made my way out of the house. John B sat in the driver’s seat, his arm hanging out of the window. JJ sent me a wink once I closed the front door behind me. “Well hello there pretty lady,” he greeted, swinging the Twinkie’s door open.
My cheeks rose to a pink color at his statement. Kiara hopped out of the car to help me grab my surfboard from the shack my father had built last summer, he called it his greatest creation; disregarding me, his only child. I opened up the door and went to grab the board from the top shelf. “Hey, you alright?” Kie asked, leaning against the door frame. I furrowed my brows and nodded in response. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I questioned.
She chuckled and grabbed the end of my board. The two of us stepped out of the shack, stopping amid the much needed cut lawn so I could close the door. I lifted the latch and set it into the lock. “Your cheeks haven’t stopped being pink since JJ’s comment, you’ve avoided eye contact with him, and….” Kiara said, using her fingers.
She followed me with her eyes as I picked up the board from the ground. John B hopped out of his adored van to help the two of us put my board with the others. “Kie, nothing is wrong. I just couldn’t sleep last night, that’s all,” I responded with shrugged shoulders. She narrowed her eyes at me before stepping into the van, sitting beside Pope.
My nonbiological brother - John B - patted me on the shoulder to tell me that he had the board taken care of. I sat beside JJ just as he put his arm around my bare shoulders. “You’re not wearing the green bikini,” he commented, his eyes scanning my figure. I scoffed and shook my head. Kiara shot JJ a look before taking a sip of her ice tea.
“I like this one. Sarah got it for me,” I responded, shrugging. Sarah twisted in her seat at the sound of her name. She gave me a pair of finger guns before looking at her her boyfriend who hopped into the driver’s seat. He smirked and put the car into drive. “Alrighty, folks. Lets get this show on the road,” he said, earning a fist bump from Sarah.
He pulled away from my house and turned up the music from the radio. JB tapped his fingers on the wheel to the melody of the song, Good Grief by Bastille to be exact. Sarah bopped her head back and forth, John B glancing at her with such admiration. I grinned at the two of them. Their relationship was adorable, the fact that the two of them could smile at each other without even saying a word just made me feel all giddy inside.
I longed for something like the two of them. Just watching Sarah and John be themselves, regardless of the rest of us judging them; well more like Pope and JJ judging them whereas Kiara and I adored it. With a few more songs blasting from the Twinkie, we finally made it to the beach we always went to.
Kiara and I hopped out first as we bolted to find a nice and shady spot. The two of us found a perfect area resting in between four palm trees. It’s leaves let out a shady shape on the tan sand, just right for my friends and I. We leaned our boards against one tree before taking off our coverups.
I couldn’t help but take notice of a certain Pogue’s eyes landing on the back of my head. I quickly glanced over my shoulder to find JJ looking at me with a sly smirk on his face. Kiara flipped him off before grabbing my hand along with Sarah’s.
My yellow and blue surfboard was tucked underneath my toned arm while we ran into the cool water. I shivered from the cool temperature of the ocean, but my goosebumps slowly faded away as I paddled beside Kiara and Sarah. Sarah stayed to the side to cheer me and Kiara on as we waited for the crisp waves to come our way.
Sarah was not really the best at surfing. Of course, we insisted on teaching her. She was getting there, but was still a little hesitant to take action on our favorite hobby. So, Sarah insisted on being our own little cheerleader. She reached up a hand and waved to the two of us.
I shook my head in amusement. Kiara motioned to a moderate sized wave just heading our way. I gave her the 'okay’ to allow her to go first. Kie began paddling and made it to the tip of the wave, the turquoise tuffs reaching the back of her yellow board as she rode effortlessly.
“Yes! Go Kiara!” Sarah and I cheered, putting our hands around our mouths so our voices appeared louder. The boys had made it out a little bit deeper than the girls and I were. Just last year, as many surfers have, I had underestimated on how big a wave was; and happened to get a fistful of water up my mouth, causing me to get a bruise on my lower back from the side of my board.
I still have no freaking clue how that happened. Luckily, a hospital visit wasn’t needed. However, the three boys were extremely concerned for a little bit but their worries slowly diminished.
A joyous grin appeared on my face as the sun beat down on me. I felt the cool wind brush against my hair, blowing it aside from time to time; slowly drying the top of my head. A little bit more waiting, and a wave began heading towards me.
Just in time, I was able to paddle quickly and ride the wave before it swallowed me and my board. My feet stayed planted on the top of my smooth board while one arm was out and the other at my side. I heard my friends cheer me on as I rode the wave.
During our whole surfing session, I hadn’t thought about that unusual dream I had last night. However - not realizing it - I had been avoiding JJ the whole day. The two girls and I sat on our towels while the sunrays hitting our bodies. Kiara hummed to the tune of Island in the Sun by Weezer, one of our favorite bands among other ones.
The boys continued to surf with the occasional pushing Pope off his board from JJ and John B. Every once and awhile I could feel JJ’s blue eyes meet me, but I continued to neglect his intent gaze. “Y/N, can’t help but notice you ignoring your best friend,” Sarah said, pushing her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose.
“I’m not ignoring him,” I denied with my head still resting on top of the white towel.
I didn’t need to pull my Ray bans off my face to know both Sarah and Kiara roll their eyes at my comment. Kiara stood up from her spot to make her way over to the cooler. She grabbed me and Sarah a bottle of water. I sat up and looked at her, swiftly opening up the lid of the plastic bottle.
“Then why are avoiding eye contact with him, not even bothering to say hello, and can’t forget the glances he’sgiving you,” Kiara stated as she leaned up against the palm tree with crossed arms but still holding her reusable water bottle.
A sigh escaped my lips as my mind wandered over to last nights dream. Would it hurt to tell my two friends? I mean, sure I’ve thought about dating JJ but it never occurred to me that those feelings would get in the way of our friendship.
My two best friends stared at me as they waited for a response. I raked a hand through my hair and sat up straighter, facing the two of them. “I had a dream about JJ last night,” I stated truthfully. Kiara and Sarah shared a glance then looked back to me with raised brows.
Kiara waved her hand, motioning for me to continue my explanation. “A sexual dream,” I added with a sigh. Sarah snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. Kiara glanced at Pope who glided across the waves without a trouble while the other two boys were having a splashing fight.
She laughed as John B managed to push JJ into the water, followed by JJ tackling his best friend practically brother. It grew quiet between my two friends and I. “JJ Maybank. The guy who literally just tried to drown his best friend,” Kiara said, pointing to the blonde Pogue.
I nodded and looked down at the ground, staring at the different colors embedded into the sand. “Was it good, though?” Sarah finally asked. “Was what good?” I inquired with confusion, looking up from the hot and cold sand. “The sex. Was it good?” Kiara went on with Sarah’s questions.
I grunted in frustration and stood up from my sandy towel, brushing off the muddy sand that had accumulated on my tan and freckled skin. Kiara watched me with her eyes as I stood there with my hands on my hips. “I-I think so,” I stuttered. “You think so?” Sarah said with her head tilted.
“It was a dream. How the hell am I supposed to know that? It wasn’t like I shifted realities and I could feel things!” I argued, waving my hands about. “So, what I’ve gathered, is you’re ignoring JJ because you had a sexdream about him,” Kiara said, putting emphasis on the word 'sex’.
I nodded my head instead of responding verbally. She let out a chuckle and set her now empty water bottle into her beach bag beside her. “You gonna tell him?” Sarah asked, grabbing her sunscreen bottle from the side pocket of her purse. I shook my head in response.
“Hell no.”
The two of them jerked their heads to me. I rolled my eyes. “Oh come on! So, you’re telling me that if you had a sex dream about someone, you’d go up tell that person?” I said with my hands. “Yes,” the two of them answered in unison.
“And you wouldn’t be worried about what they say?”
“Nope,” Sarah shook her head.
“Nada,” Kiara said.
“You two aren’t helping,” I pulled my hair into a pony tail with Kiara’s claw clip. It grew silent yet again with just the three of us looking back to see how the boys were doing. “Did you like it? The dream, I mean,” Kiara broke the silence.
I kicked the sand around, finding a small sea-shell buried underneath the sand. I reached down and picked it up. I ran my fingers over the thin ridges of the piece of nature. Sarah set the sunscreen bottle back into her bag. “I mean, I haven’t really thought about. Kind of just been freaking out about the dream,” I replied.
Sarah nodded and stood up from the ground. She walked over and stood in front of me, her arms at her side. “I think you should tell JJ,” she said and ignored my reaction, “It might be good for the two of you. You can finally tell each other how you feel.” I glanced back at the ocean to find JJ paddling to shore.
“Who knows, you might be Outer Bank’s newest hit couple,” Kiara commented, “Sarah and John B being the first.”
Sarah turned around and winked at our friend. My eyes stayed on JJ as he walked back over to our spot with John B and Pope shortly following after. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Kiara asked, standing by my side.
“Uh. A million things could happen, Kiki. He could hate me, not talk to me anymore. Oh, and maybe embarrass me in front of the whole island,” I said. “He’s been your bestfriend since fourth grade, he wouldn’t do that,” Kiara set her chin on my bare shoulder, “You should of all people know he wouldn’t do that, he’s too protective over you.”
As much as I hated to admit it, Sarah and Kiara were right. If I continued to hold this dream in my head, it might as well tear me and my friendship up with JJ. For all I knew, JJ actually liked me back. The three boys set their boards beside one another. Pope grabbed the volleyball as John B went to follow him.
JJ plopped down on my towel with his arms now resting underneath his head. I continued to lean against the rough bark of the palm tree. Kiara and Sarah stared at me from the side. Kiara tilted her head to JJ who laid on my towel that was once dry, but now soaking wet from the water dripping from his body.
I crushed the water bottle up into a ball and dropped it into the trashcan. Sarah set a reassuring hand on my shoulder and shot me an encouraging smile. Kiara grabbed her hand and the two of them walked towards John B and Pope, which left JJ and I there alone.
'Here goes nothing,’ I thought and pushed away my worries. I couldn’t help but glance at JJ’s toned body, the sun peaking through the trees’ leaves to shine onto his blonde hair. “Hey, J,” I said, “Can-Can we talk for a second?” He slipped his sunglasses from his face and looked up at me as I stood there, fiddling with my bracelets.
JJ jumped up from his spot once he noticed the nervous expression landing on my face. “Yeah, yeah. Did you run into Rafe? You okay?” he bombarded me with questions, probably overjoyed that I had actually spoken to him apart from this morning in the Twinkie. Kiara and Sarah stood beside Pope and John B.
Sarah reached up and gave me a thumbs up with Kiara shooting me a wink. I gave myself a mini pep talk and turned to look at JJ who was already gazing at me. “Let’s take a walk and I’ll explain,” I suggested.
JJ nodded and picked up his hat from the ground, flattening down his damp hair before putting the red and grey hat on. Our arms brushed up against each other as we walked along the shore line. “Okay,” I sighed, “I had a dream last night, and….” My sentence trailed while I tried to gather up words that would somewhat make sense.
My best friend - now crush I guess - looked down at me with his brows raised. His hands remained in the pockets of his swim trunks. He kicked sand as we walked, making sure I wouldn’t step on any sharp shells or maybe even a crab and or jellyfish. “What was the dream about?” he inquired.
I gulped again and glanced up at the sky, quickly admiring the clouds flying over the sun for a quick moment before going back to gliding about. Seagulls chirped as they flew above JJ and I. I stopped walking and stood in front of my crush.
“It was about you,” I said slowly, taking a breath in between each word. He nodded with a slight smirk appearing on his tanned face. An uncomfortable silence settled between the two of us. “What were we doing in this dream?” JJ asked.
He stepped closer, our face inches from each other but not by much since he was much taller than me. I could tell that he was getting more confident by the minute, which made this easier oddly enough. “Well…” I led him on and stepped away. I heard him grunt from behind me, soon following after me like a lost puppy.
“Long story short, we were in the middle of having-”
“Sex,” he interrupted.
I bit my lip and shook my head, arms swaying at my side. From over his shoulder I could see our friends continuing to play an intense game of volleyball. It looked liked Kiara and Sarah were winning. “Listen, Y/N/N. If this is your way of telling me that you like me, then….” he didn’t finish his sentence as he waited for my attention. I looked back at him with raised brows.
JJ set a finger underneath my chin and brought my lips to his. JJ Maybank was kissing me! The one guy that I never thought I’d kiss. The kiss grew more passionate as seconds ticked by. JJ’s hands sat on my waist as my arms remained around his neck.
The kiss deepened once he pulled me close to him. We broke for air and stared in awe at each other, not thinking that this moment would soon happen. “This is not how I thought this conversation was gonna go,” I stated. He chuckled and set a loose strand of ocean soaked hair behind my ear.
JJ glimpsed over his shoulder to see what our friends were doing which was not paying any attention to him and I. He turned back to me with our arms still around one another. “Race ya,” I said quickly, tearing me from his grasp and bolting towards our friends.
JJ fleetly picked me from the ground, sand flying from behind my feet. Kiara, John B, Pope, and Sarah looked away from their fierce game of volleyball and cheered at JJ and I. He finally let me down to Earth with my arms around his shoulders.
Summary:You and Rafe have been dating for about a year, but over the course of two months you’ve noticed that he’s been acting distant and more closed off than usual. When visiting the Cameron’s, you can’t help notice certain things that seem off. Of course it’s more worse than you could ever imagine. When your friends - and the whole island - catch wind about what happened, JJ’s there to make everything better.
A/N:Not really happy about how I wrote this, but I liked the idea so I just thought I’d role with it. Definitely not my favorite one I’ve written, but what the hell? Enjoy!
You’re a Pogue, but live on the line between the Kooks and the Pogue’s side. (you mainly live with JB)
Warnings (let me know if I missed any):
Language
Underage Drinking
Sexual Innuendos
JJ Maybank x-reader
(Outfit 1)
The crisp wind brushed against me as I rode my skateboard on the concrete sidewalk. Cars flew past me, the driver’s occasionally waving to me or shooting me a tender smile. My boyfriend’s house came into view once I had pulled to the front. Our one year anniversary was today. Rafe and I had talked about spending the whole day together.
We planned on watching our favorite movies, well mainly his, and visiting the restaurant we went to for our first date. The only thing that seemed to seep it’s way into my mind was the way Rafe had been acting. He seemed more hostile and reserved then he was at the beginning of our relationship. I’ve learned not to ask questions when he didn’t want to answer.
I had spent over two weeks saving up money to get Rafe an anniversary gift, an expensive watch to be exact; one that he had been looking at on Chapel Hill. Fingers crossed that it works. I hopped off my board and picked up the nose as I stepped foot onto the driveway. A sport cars sat on the driveway, a bright yellow Porsche.
“Since when did Rafe get a new car?” I thought, carrying my board. A thick grey stripe was on the hood of the neon yellow Porsche which extended from the top to the emblem at the front. I knocked on the front door and waited for Rafe to open it. My foot tapped on the porch as I reached for the red velvet box from my backpack.
The front door opened up, revealing a disheveled looking Rafe Cameron. I could hear voices in the background. “Hey, what’re you doing here?” he questioned. “I uh, I wanted to give you, your-” I started, but was cut off by a girls voice from behind my boyfriend.
Rafe turned to her and told her to go back to the room. He looked back to me with my brows furrowed. “Who was that?” I asked, peering over his shoulder slightly. “Oh, the maid,” he answered. I nodded in response, not wanting to get any more information. Rafe watched me as I glanced back at the parked car in the circled driveway. “When did you get a new car?” I asked. He followed my glance, catching sight of the yellow Porsche.
He scratched the back of his neck with a hand still holding the door knob. Rafe cleared his throat and turned behind him then looked back at me. “Oh, that’s uh-that’s Sarah’s. Dad gave her it as an early birthday present,” he answered. An awkward silence settled between the two of us, something that didn’t usually happen.
“Isn’t her birthday, like three months away,” I said, laughing but earned a raise of a brow from Rafe.
“Hey, now’s not really a good time. Why don’t you come by tomorrow?” he said. I opened my mouth to speak, but yet nothing came out. My brows furrowed again, my heart clenching at the sound of his statement. “Okay. Yeah, I’ll uh see you tomorrow,” I replied.
Rafe gave me an unconvincing smile and closed the front door with the girls voice from earlier erupting. I could hear giggling from the other side of the door. Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone and dialed Sarah’s number. “Hey, love,” she greeted, using her nickname for me.
I smiled as my spirits rose slightly but dropped once I remembered what was happening. “Hey. I’m at your house, giving Rafe his anniversary gift,” I answered. Sarah shushed the boys with the help of Kiara of course.
She brought her attention back to me, telling me to continue speaking. I let out a sigh and set my skateboard onto the concrete driveway. “Listen, has Rafe had anyone over since this morning?” I asked. It went quiet on the other end of the call with Sarah trying to figure out what to say next.
I stood on my board, preparing to ride away from the house once my friend replied. “I mean he had someone come over, but I left before I knew who it was,” Sarah answered. I nodded as if she could see me respond. “Okay, thanks,” I stated.
“Everything alright?” Sarah asked before I could hang up the phone. I quickly told her I was fine then ended the call. This wasn’t the first time that Rafe had canceled our date.
Just last month Rafe had told me, he needed to cancel our movie date because something came up with his dad. Of course, I said it was alright; already knowing that if I asked anymore questions, Rafe would get all secretive and push me away just like he always did. I ignored my inner thoughts while I strolled towards the side of the house.
“Can’t believe I’m about to do this,” I muttered. My back pressed against the brick wall of the Cameron’s household. I stopped walking, peering into the window beside me. There Rafe Cameron and the girl from earlier stood in the frame of his bedroom.
His hand rested on the side of her face, his free hand resting on her bare shoulder. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I quickly whipped my head back and bolted away from the brick wall, carefully that the two wouldn’t see me.
The front door tore open with Rafe calling my name. He must’ve noticed me from the window. My so-called boyfriend roughly grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around to look at him. A small tear slid down my tanned face I looked at him. “What the fuck, Rafe?” I said.
His hookup - or whatever - stood at the front door, leaning up against the frame with her arms crossed. Rafe ran a hand across his jaw as he looked at me. “Y/N/N, it was nothing, okay?” he said.
“Really? Rafe, she’s wearing your clothes. There are literal hickeys on your neck, and I sure as hell know those aren’t from me,” I argued, “Your hair is all over the place. There’s a brand new car in the driveway, which is not Sarah’s might I add.”
Rafe’s jaw was clenched while he looked everywhere but me. I could sense he was searching his head to try and figure out some sort of explanation that would soothe the situation. A long awkward silent settled between my cheating boyfriend and I. “You could’ve just told me. We could’ve just settled this earlier,” I spoke, breaking the pause.
He remained silent after my response. Rafe didn’t try to stop me when I hopped on my board, heading straight home. I felt my throat grow sore as I tried to withhold my tears, not wanting to cry in front of people that passed me. I wasn’t prepared to explain to some random person what just happened.
They were sure to figure it out soon enough. I already knew that I was going to me bombarded with questions once I got to the chateau. Rafe and I were supposed to visit The Shore for a late lunch, but of course that wasn’t happening anymore. When I arrived home JJ was sitting on my front porch, flipping through his phone.
My best friend looked up from his cell phone, greeting me with a large grin. He got up from the rocking chair. “Hey, what’re you doing here?” I asked, walking up the front steps. He leaned against the pillar and slipped his phone into the pocket of his swim shorts.
“Why didn’t you just use the key I gave you?” I inquired, pulling my own keys out to unlock the front door. He chuckled and ran a hand down the back of his neck. “Forgot it at John B’s,” JJ answered. His smile got bigger when I softly chuckled, trying to do my best at convincing him that I was alright.
JJ Maybank always seemed to figure out what I was thinking. It was a blessing and a curse. Guess that’s what happens when you’ve been friends since third grade. “You alright? You seem quiet,” JJ mentioned as I opened the front door. I nodded in response and set my purse on the kitchen counter.
He didn’t push even more, realizing that I didn’t want to answer truthfully. JJ knew that I would open up when I was ready. “I’m gonna get changed then we can head to John B’s,” I stated, walking towards the steps. My childhood best friend sent me a wink and plopped on the living room couch.
I felt my cheeks rise to a light shade of pink at the sudden action. I ignored the feeling and stepped into my room to get changed. It had been - what felt like - a long day, and all I wanted to do was to change into some clothes and hangout with my friends. I found my favorite pair of jean shorts and a grey tank top (Outfit 2).
The charm bracelet Rafe had gifted me for my birthday stayed around my wrist. It didn’t take long until I unclasped it, dropping it into the bottom drawer of the jewelry box. JJ was still sprawled out on the sofa when I walked out. “Ready to go?” I asked, taking my bag from the granite counter.
JJ jumped up from the patterned couch with two thumbs up. I laughed and followed him out to his truck. The two of us sat in comfortable silence, watching the houses and thick trees fly past the truck. JJ tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as his favorite song played on the radio.
He happened to glance down at my arm that rested on the seats rest. JJ furrowed his brows at the missing sight of the bracelet. “You aren’t wearing Rafe’s gift,” he commented. I hummed in response and looked up at him. JJ motioned towards my arm once he was stopped at a red light.
“Oh! It broke while I was at work,” I answered, “I’ll get it fixed.”
All JJ did was nod in response. I just hope he didn’t ask any further questions. However, I should know by now that JJ doesn’t take no for an answer. “Thought you were gonna go to that Kooklandia restaurant,” he thought, glancing at me then to the road ahead of us.
I shrugged and looked out of the window to find a family of three playing in the front yard of their unique house. JJ sighed and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. “Rafe was preoccupied with something, so we had to cancel the reservations,” I answered.
“On your anniversary?” JJ said.
“On our anniversary,” I repeated, nodding along. He scoffed and shook his head. JJ’s hair tossed slightly when he shook his head. JJ pulled the truck down John B’s street, meaning we had exactly four minutes until the others would ask me more questions. “You’d tell me if something was going on, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, of course,” I replied. JJ smiled and pulled into the pebbled driveway of the chateau. Pope and John B stood across from one another, passing a football back and forth while Kiara and Sarah sat on the hammock with drinks in their hands.
My four friends looked away from what they were doing and smiled when JJ and I arrived. I opened the passenger door with JJ following pursuit. Sarah and Kiara moved over so I could sit in the middle of the two of them. “I’ll go get you a drink,” John B said, giving me a fist bump.
Pope picked up the football and went to help JJ grab some stuff from the truck. “Hey, did Rafe tell you whose Porsche that was?” Sarah asked, taking the last sip of her drink. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded my head. “Whose was it?” Kiara inquired, sitting back so she could face me.
I looked up from the ground and huffed, despite my lip beginning to quiver. Pope and JJ each grabbed a bag of groceries and walked into the chateau which left the two girls and I outside. “Um, Rafe and I broke up,” I shakily spoke. Both of them sat up straight and looked at me with raised brows.
“That Porsche belonged to some random girl. It looked like he had been cheating on me for awhile,” I continued speaking. Sarah threw her arm around my shoulders and brought me to her side. Kiara rubbed my back in a soothing motion. Sarah waved her hand when John B stepped out of the screened in porch with my drink.
It felt like forever until I pulled away from Sarah with my cheeks puffy from tears. Kiara set her drink as well as Sarah’s onto the ground below the hammock. “Something tells me I should’ve seen it coming,” I added, earning a kind smile from the two of them.
Kiara set a sisterly kiss on my forehead. Sarah fixed the strap of my shirt that had dropped from my shoulder. “Don’t say that. Sure Rafe’s an asshole, but - Y/N you always see the best in people. Rafe just isn’t someone who is good?” Sarah said, trying her best to make me feel better.
“Thanks?” I spoke. Kiara chuckled and swung her legs over the hammock. She stood up and knelt in front of me, taking my hands into hers. “What Sarah’s trying to say, is you shouldn’t blame yourself for something that you can’t control, alright? This isn’t your fault, got that?” Kiara said, “Rafe is stupid to pass a chance on the Y/N train.”
Her smile got bigger when I laughed at her cheesy statement. Sarah tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, setting a hand on my lower back. “Now, John B’s throwing a kegger tonight, and I don’t know about you, but I could really use a drink,” Kiara said, bringing me up from the hammock.
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(Time Skip: Four hours later - Third Person View)
The sun had set and the moon hung loose in the dark sky. Teenagers spread across the boneyard, dancing with their friends or their significant others. Y/N felt so much better then she did about four hours ago. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, but she wasn’t complaining.
Her arms swayed above her head to the music coming from some Tourons speaker. Sarah and Kiara had stayed by her side the whole night, keeping a close eye on their friend just incase something bad were to happen. Luckily, neither of them had caught sight of Rafe and his posse. JJ, Pope and John B stood near a small bonfire, teasing the Kooks and Tourons that passed by.
As usual, JJ’s attention was always on the new Tourons that were attending the keggers; but now since JJ had heard that Y/N and Rafe had broken up, his attention was only on the Y/H/C girl. “Dude, you awake over there?” John B asked, nudging his best friend’s shoulder. JJ stumbled a bit and looked at JB with raised brows.
“You’ve been staring at Y/N like she’s going to poof out of existence,” John B said.
JJ rolled his eyes and glanced back at the girl to find her stumbling over to the keg. He cursed underneath his breath, telling the two boys that he’d be right back. JJ grabbed Y/N’s cup before she could get more. “Yo, pretty boy!” she exclaimed, “Give it!” JJ set the red Solo cup onto the ground and held Y/N up straight.
“Oh! JJ! How you doin’?” Y/N slurred, smiling.
“I think you’re done for the night,” JJ said, ignoring her drunk glare. He motioned to his friends that he was taking Y/N Y/L/N back to the chateau. He wrapped an arm around Y/N to help her walk, but she still managed to stumble over pebbles.
Within about ten minutes, JJ had successfully gotten to the chateau. He withheld his laugh as Y/N began humming the tune to her favorite song. JJ’s grip on her tightened as he pushed open the side door of the chateau. Y/N felt a gurgling sensation at the bottom of my stomach.
JJ Maybank didn’t hesitate to lead his best friend over to the bathroom. JJ let go of Y/N just as she leaned over the toilet, practically puking her guts out. JJ rushed over to her to hold her hair back. Y/N coughed and laughed, pressing her back against the coolness of the bathtub. “Never, ever let me drink again,” Y/N muttered.
Her best friend couldn’t help but snicker in response to Y/N’s statement. JJ reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, making sure it wouldn’t fly in her face. The Y/H/C girl covered her mouth and hovered over the toilet once more.
“Damn, thought you liked me Y/L/N,” JJ said, laughing.
Y/N responded with a flip of her finger, giving her best friend the bird. She leaned back with her arms resting on her bare knees. The two of them fell into a comfortable silence. Y/N glanced down at her wrist, her mind wandering over to the missing charm bracelet.
The corners of her mouth lowered into a frown. Her finger ran down the side of her wrist where the bracelet once was. Y/N felt a single tear slide down her face. “R-Rafe and I broke up,” she mumbled - stuttering - but JJ could still hear. He sighed and moved forward to join Y/N’s side. He looked at her with a sympathetic smile.
“I’m not asking for pity. I’m just stating the fact that it-it actually happened,” Y/N spoke, voice cracking slightly. JJ took her hand into his and lightly kissed the top, making sure he didn’t make her uncomfortable. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and wiped her tears away. “Is there anything I can-” JJ started.
“Just be here for me, please,” Y/N interrupted. He nodded and lightly kissed the top of her head, putting an arm around her shoulders as he continued to hold Y/N’s hand. The two Pogues sat on the cold tiled flooring in each other’s arms until Y/N was ready to stand up and go to bed.
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“We lost them.” Shoupe said. My heart dropped. Me and the pogues shared a look. “What do you mean you lost them?” I asked. “So they’re dead?” Kie said. Shoupe sighed, “We don’t know.” “You drove them straight into the storm!” JJ yelled, putting his hands on Shoupe, causing two other officers to hold him back. “JJ stop.” I cried. Kiara hugged Pope as they cried and when the officers let go of JJ I rushed to hug him. I cried into his shoulder as he held me tight, crying into the crook my my neck.
We all separated from each other when we heard people stumbling into the tent we were under, our parents. Kie instantly ran into her parents’ arms, apologizing profusely. I still clung to JJ as Pope ran to our dad. I slowly pulled away from JJ and ran to my mom, crying hysterically as she held me. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I said between sobs. “It’s okay, it’s okay baby.” She calmed me. As JJ stood there alone, my dad waved him over to him and Pope. “Do you still love me?” I cried to my mom. I felt JJ’s eyes on me at that moment. “Of course I still love you honey, we all do.”
I let go of her and walked over to my dad, Pope, and JJ, joining their group hug. “Let’s get you guys home.” My dad said, arm around Pope’s shoulders. The three of them began to walk to the truck but I stood back with JJ. I turned to him, “Go.” He said to me. “Seriously, I’ll be fine.” He gave me a soft smile. “I’m not leaving you alone.” I replied. “Y/N-“ “JJ, stop, just come home with me, please.” He sighed, “Okay.” I smiled, grabbing his hand and meeting my family at the truck, the two of us hopping in the backseat beside Pope. “Where we taking you?” Pope looked over my shoulder to ask JJ. Before JJ could say anything I interrupted, “He’s coming home with us.” I held onto JJ’s arm and rested my head on his shoulder on the drive home, I didn’t realize how tired I was until I got a chance to relax.
When we made it home, my mom told us that dinner was in the fridge, but none of us were really in the mood to eat anything. I said goodnight to my parents and Pope before leading JJ to my room. I changed out of my dirty shorts and sweaty shirt while JJ kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt, jumping in my bed and immediately making himself at home. “Are you sure you don’t want to take a shower or anything?” I asked, crawling into the bed next to him. “I’m too tired.” He replied, pulling me down onto his chest.
I smiled into his chest, wrapping my arm around his torso. I took a much needed deep breath, feeling like I should relax but couldn’t. We laid there in silence for so long. I couldn’t fall asleep, like I couldn’t rest until I knew John B and Sarah could rest too. I sighed, shifting on the bed. “Quit moving.” JJ said out of nowhere. “I thought you were asleep.” I replied. “Can’t.” He said bluntly. “Me neither.” And there’s the silence again.
Just before I feel like I’m falling asleep, JJ speaks again. “You know I love you, right?” He whispers. “Course I do, I love you too.” I whisper back tiredly. “All of us love you, always.” He added, and now I know what he’s getting at. I lift my head from his chest and take his hand in mine, “I know.” I say firmly. He says ‘okay’ but it’s so quiet it’s barely audible. I close my eyes and lean in slightly to kiss him. It was short and meaningful and everything I want. I pull away just enough to look him in the eyes. “I love you too.” I smile.
You wondered why you and JJ even decided to come to the Boneyard tonight. You guys were out there for 10 minutes max before sneaking off back to the van. You wished you two would’ve just stayed back at the Chateau, both of you well knowing what was about to happen anyway. You and JJ sat across from each other on the floor of the Volkswagen. JJ pulled out a box from under one of the back seats and revealed his stash. He began to piece together a blunt for the two of you to share.
JJ finished it up, grabbing a lighter and lighting the end of it a blaze. He brought the blunt to his lips, taking a drag from it before handing it to you. “I’ve never smoked before.” You admitted. His eyebrows knitted together, blowing smoke out of his mouth. “I thought you’ve been high before?” He asked, sure he’s remembered times you said you were high, “Yeah I have, but I’ve only ever done edibles.” You said, slightly embarrassed. “That’s okay, just try it. If you don’t like it, we’ll figure something out.” He said, making you smile. You brought the blunt to your lips and breathing in slowly, you handed the blunt back to him. You tried to hold it in but you couldn’t hold back and you coughed up a fit.
“Come here.” He said, and you obliged, scooter to sit next to him. He brought the blunt to his lips, breathing in. Then, he brought a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in. You were taken aback by this action but went along with it. He brought his lips to yours and transferred the smoke from his mouth to yours. When he pulled away, you breathed out smiling. “Again.” You said smiling. “Yeah?” He asked, but his eyes became darker. So you two did it again, and again, and again. Soon you started to feel the effects of the green plant.
However, when he went to do it again, you kissed him. He kissed you back almost instantly, bringing an arm around you to seat you in his lap, straddling him. Both of you were breathing unevenly as you feverishly kissed each other. His hands ran up your waist underneath your shirt. You ran your hands back and forth between his neck and jaw. You pulled back to pull your shirt over your head, revealing your bikini top. He followed you in your actions and pulled off his shirt quickly.
He then pulled you back to his face, kissing your silken lips again. He ran his hands up your back and pulled the string to your top and untied it, letting it fall off and throw it aside. As you kissed him, you trailed your hands down his abs to the button of his shorts. As soon as he felt you pop the button open, he flipped you over onto the floor of the Volkswagen and swiftly pulled off your shorts and bikini bottoms. He then unzipped and pulled of his shorts and boxers in one motion.
You shuddered a breath as you took in his figure. He smirked and leaned over you to kiss you before digging through the pockets of his shorts for a condom. “You ready for me baby?” He asked seductively as he rolled the condom on. “Oh god, yes.” You replied without hesitation. He smirked, hovering over you and pushing himself into you. You let out a moan and he grunted. You brought your hands underneath his shoulders to grip his back, and scratched down as began to thrust in and out of you. He buried his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling as he fucked you.
“Doggy?” He asked in your ear breathlessly. You just nodded. He then eagerly pulled out and flipped you over onto your knees. You laid your head on your arms as he brought both his hands to your hips. He gave you no warning when he thrusted into you, making you gasp. He gripped your hips harshly, slamming into you without mercy. You instantly became a moaning mess beneath him.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” He said, grunting behind you. You couldn’t find any words to respond with, the only thing you could do was moan in response. “Yeah you do.” He growled. “Such a slut, aren’t you? You like it when I fuck you like this huh? Answer me.” He ordered. “Yes, yes I do.” You moaned out. “I’m your slut JJ.” You said breathlessly. He moaned. “Yeah you are, now cum.” He stated. And with a couple more of his forceful thrusts, you did. And he followed soon after.
After cleaning yourselves up, you exit the Volkswagen only to see the Pogues waiting a couple feet away. Your face dropped. “Finally!” John B yelled, heading towards the drivers side door. JJ gave you a look, and you both laughed nervously.
Summary: JJ comes to your house for comfort after he gets beaten by his dad
Word count: 967
Warnings: angst/fluff ,mentions of abuse
Authors Note: i really hope you enjoy this and please send feedback <3
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You just came back from a long day hanging out with the pouges at the chateau. You had already done your night routine and were in bed on your phone ready to go to bed. But you heard a little knock coming from your window. You sat up confused at who would be knocking at your window in the middle of the night.
You stood up from your bed and walked to your window. You saw JJ looking through your window, waiting for you to open your window and let him in. Despite it being dark outside, you can clearly see the blood and bruises covering his face. You were shocked and confused at what happened to his face. You opened the window and stepped back to let him come through. Once he was inside, he turned to you and looked anywhere but into your eyes. You look at his face and see his eyes getting teary.
“What happened, JJ?” You grabbed his face with both of your hands and forcing him to look at you.
“M-My dad,” He said hesitantly while leaning his head closer to your hand and holding your hand that was placed on your cheek. “He got fired today and took it out on me.”
“Oh, baby.” You wiped the tear that fell from his cheek with your thumb. “It’s gonna be ok.”
“I just had to see you. You make me feel better just by being around you.”
That made you smile. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms over his neck and give him a hug. You felt his arms go around your waist and squeeze you tight.
“You know you can always come to me no matter what. Right?” You say as you push your face into his neck and give it a small kiss.
“Yea, I know.”
You pull away from his grip and put your hands back on his face. You then give him a soft kiss on his lips. You pull away from his lips and rest your forehead on his.
“You know I love you right.” You whisper. “So much.”
“I know. I love you too.”
You pull away from his touch and grab his hand. You pull him to your bathroom and push him down to sit on the toilet seat that was next to the sink. You went and grab the first aid kit and a small cloth from under the sink. You turned on the faucet and put the cloth under it to wet the cloth. You turn off the water and squeezed the cloth to make sure it wasn’t to wet. You went back to JJ and put the cloth up to his face and drab it to clean on the dry blood. After cleaning all the blood off of his face, you turned back to the sink and set the cloth down, and opened the first aid kit. You grabbed the smallest band-aid and opened it. You turned back to JJ and put the band-aid on the biggest cut he had on his face, which wasn’t too big but big enough for a band-aid. You then throw the trash in the trash can and put the first aid kit back under the sink.
You grabbed JJ’s hand once again and helped him stand up. You look and him one final time before turning you back to him and walking to your connected bedroom.
You walk to your bed and lay down in it. He gets the hint that you want him to stay and join you in bed. He takes off his shirt and his pants. You see more bruises on his chest and below his ribcage. He can tell you saw the bruises through the darkness by the worried look on your face.
“Oh JJ, baby.” You gently reached over and gently touched the bruises on his lower ribs. You looked at his chest with tears in your eyes.
“Hey, it’s ok.”
“No, JJ it’s not ok. How can you keep letting him do this to you?”
“What else am I suppose to do?” He sits on the bed right where your feet are.
“Move out and live with me or John B.”
“You know I can’t do that. CSS will find out and take me away. Away from you and I can’t do that.” He grabs your hand that was placed on your lap. “I just have to wait a couple more years until I’m 18 and can leave. Promise I’ll be okay.”
You squeeze his hand and give him a small smile. He lets go of your hand and more to the opposite side of the bed. He lefts the blanket and puts his legs under it. He lays next to you and puts his arm under your head. You move closer to him, nudge your nose into his neck and put your arm over his waist. You lightly brush your hand over his whole chest and trace his abs. He put his hand, that wasn’t under you, over your cheek and looking at you in awe while rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone.
“You know i love you so much and you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.” He said with a smile on his face. “I have never met someone like you that cares so much.”
“I love you too, and I am so happy that I met you and I get to call you my boyfriend.”
You look back at him with a loving smile on your face. You two look at each other for a couple more seconds. You then put your head on his chest and your leg mix with his. He gives you a kiss on your forehead and closes his eyes, thinking of his future with you.
Just started watching OBX and I love JJ so much, he’s like my peak type. So here’s a little blurb for him while I work on more longer ones!! If you wanna request some JJ stuff PLEASE DO I need inspo. Refer to my dialogue prompts if u need ideas ;)
Rafe was pissed, to say the least. He never thought I would have the guts to leave him, but here I was, storming away from him at a boneyard party.
“Y/n! Get your ass back here right now?” His feet stomped behind me. “You can’t just break up with me!”
“Can’t I though?” I stood, my feet firmly on the ground, eyebrows challengingly raised. “You’ve treated me like shit for 3 months, I can’t deal with you anymore! Get over it Rafe, go find some tour-on to make out with.” I turned to walk away, flipping him the bird. He grabbed my forearm firmly.
“Where do you think you’re going?” It looked like steam could come out of his ears, he looked angry. He looked, *insane*. But why not add fuel to the fire at this point, right?
“Ithink I’m going to go make out with some guys. Now that I don’t have to be loyal to your fish lips.” I ripped my arm from his hands, running as fast as I could to the closest group of boys.
The Pogues.
“Hey guys!” I yelled, running to one side of the group, gathered around a fire, and sitting on some logs. I plopped myself beside the one I talked to most often.
JJ Maybank.
“Well hello Y/n Y/L/N. How are you doin’ on this fine Saturday night?” He put his arm lightly around my shoulders with a cheeky smile. I looked up to see Rafe pushing through the group of sweaty teenagers. My face turned to his, grabbing his cheek lightly.
“Quick! Kiss me!” I asked him just above a whisper.
“Ya don’t have to ask me twice.” He giggled quietly, grabbing my face lightly with one hand, the other on my waist. He tugged me a little closer, kissing me gently. I brought his face impossibly closer, deepening the kiss.
“JJ! Get your dirty hands off of my girl!” I heard Rafe scream. JJ began pulling away but I tugged him back.
“Ignore him, keep going,” I murmured, kissing him again. His hand trailed up to my neck, playing with the back of my hair. I took my hand from his bicep and used it to flip off Rafe. It was mere seconds before JJ was ripped from my hands.
Rafe pushed him to the ground and kicked some sand at him.
“The fuck is wrong with you!” JJ spat from the ground. “Doesn’t seem like your girl if she’s all over me.” He smirked. Rafe let out a loud groan, throwing a punch at JJ, which missed. JJ stood and grabbed his collar, punching him straight in the nose. Rafe stumbled back, bumping right into me while holding his gushing nose.
The look he gave me looked like it would burn right through me. That look use to scare me, it usually came right before a screaming match.
Not anymore.
I pulled my hand back and smacked him right on the cheek.
“I am no longer your girl.” I declared firmly. “Now leave me the hell alone.” Topper came into the group just in time to escort Rafe away. But not without mumbling ‘dirty pogues’ as he left the circle.
JJ pulled himself back onto the log where we were sat, I stood above him.
“Thanks for your help pretty boy.” I tapped him on the nose with a smile. He smiled back at me with those pearly whites.
“Anything for you princess.” He grabbed my hand and kissed the top of it. “Do I get a thank-you kiss?” He asked with a wink. I put my hand under his chin and leaned in slowly, but stopped just 2 inches from his face.
“In your dreams Maybank.” I put two light pats on his cheek and stood up straight. I began my walk to my car, blowing kisses to the boy as I did. He caught every one in the air with an accomplished smile.
“I’m sorry you have a shitty life JJ, but what you did was low, even for you” I said between breakdowns, my voice still shaking. “Don’t think i don’t love you” JJ said softly. I turned around to look at him “why’d you say that you didn’t to John B then?” There was a pause, JJ rubbed his eyes, they were still red from crying “I don’t know how” JJ said with a stutter “…how to?” i continued “to love you” JJ looked at me with his cerulean eyes.
I was staring into the depths of the dark blue water until he said that, I almost instantly turned around in complete and total shock. “What” I said in denial “I-I don’t know how to love you y/n’’ He looked at me then down at the leaf covered dirt path “wh- how” i looked at him, his once light blue eyes darkened as he was forcing himself not to cry “I don’t deserve you… not knowing how healthy relationships work” I grew more sad from feeling the pain in his sentence. “We were doing great, JJ” I stood up on the old wooden dock, walking closer to him “just, why’d all this start the way it did” I asked “cause im a fucking asshole” JJ said “I fel-feel so guilty, I’ve never wanted something to be undone more in my life after that” JJ said, a tear streaming down his face. “I -I don’t know JJ” I said still unforgiving of his sinful act “I uh I need to go” I said walking at a fast pace back to my car “y/n’’ JJ called in a raspy voice. his hope slowly dying after each step i took that was farther and farther away from him. I looked back for a second but didn’t stop walking away.
I got in my car and called Kie “hey” I said in a depressed tone “hey, are you ok” Kie asked clearly concerned “I don-” “can we go to your place tonight?” I said “yes of course” Kiara sweetly said “Ok bye” I said ending the call. I started my car, but sat there for a moment just thinking… I turned off my car and went back out to the dock where JJ was, this time he was sitting on the edge of it staring into the sky slowly turning into a sunset. I walked up and sat down next to him, I didn’t bother and he didn’t pry.
Both craving touch, I leaned my head on his shoulder. We sat like that for a while as we listened to the splashing of waves hitting the dock. “J” I say softly “mhm” He hums “can we start from the beginning now, I love you so much and i can not lose you” I said “sure, I’m so incredibly sorry for what I did” JJ said “It’s not your fault” I looked up at him as he looked down at me “It was a shit day… I get it” JJ nodded “maybe there was a better way to fix it but shit happens and it’s behind us now” I reconciled “I love you y/n” JJ said with a tear marking a path down his cheek “I love you too JJ” I hugged him.
“Let’s go home and cuddle,” JJ suggested. I nodded and brought him to my car as we went back to my house. I texted Kie ‘nevermind I’ll go tomorrow’. We got to my house then turned on Netflix “You okay?” JJ checked in “Yea I- yeah” I stuttered looking at the tv the whole time “you can talk to me sunshine” JJ said smiling in a kind of worried way “I’m scared of losing you” I admitted “that’s why i came back so fast” “Its okay, i’m not leaving you y/n” JJ pulled my closer to him and a tight comforting hug. “Okay” okay I mumbled as I nestled my face in the crook of his neck hugging him tightly too.
By the time the show we were watching had ended I fell asleep in JJs arms, so he didn’t move and we just slept on the couch cuddling until dawn.
Inspo: “Taking a bath with JJ… can be both fluffy and smutty” -Anon(v-day req)
I walk into my room seeing a bouquet of Roses laying on my bed and JJ walking out of my bathroom…
Just as I’m leaving work I get a text from JJ “are you home soon princess” “yea im getting in my car right now” I replied.
I walked through the walkway, jiggled my keys into the lock and made my way up to my room. A pretty bouquet of red roses laid on my bed and my blonde boyfriend walked out of my bathroom and came to hug me. His muscular arms wrapped around my lower back loosely, whispering sweet little nothings in my ear as I buried my head in his chest smiling and blushing non stop. He slowly peeled himself off of me and said “the bath is ready”. “Okayyy” I said, dragging the ‘y’ as I was intrigued. He showed me to the bathroom, I walked in and saw a couple candles on the counter and red rose petals floating in the bath. “You gonna come in with me?” i said whispering softly “of course” JJ smiled. JJ got in first and opened his legs, letting me sit between them and lay back on his chest. The warmth and comfort he gave me was incomparable. “Your hair is so soft” JJ said as he gently played with it. I smiled “I didn’t think you’d do something romantic” I laughed “dont say im not romantic” JJ said attempting to hold in his laugh “pfft” i rolled my eyes. “Fuck, its valentines day i want you to handcuff me and overstimulate me and do anything you can imagine” i said biting my lip breathlessly after the sentence. JJ began to get hard beneath me, “wow” “yeah uh we can have a bath another night” JJ said rushing me out of the bathtub “Yes, that’d be better” I smirked, drying off and running to my bed.
“Why your bed when we have this whole house to ourselves all weekend” JJ walked up to me “then follow me” I started towards the door with JJ following closely behind. I later opened the door to my fathers office, turned around and smirked at him. He looks deeply into my eyes “remember how innocent you used to be’’ JJ smirks walking into the office “yeah I don’t miss it” I say lifting myself up to sit on the desk. JJ places both of his hands on either side of my thighs. I grabbed his shark tooth necklace and pulled him in for a kiss. “My dad would kill me if he found out” I muttered “but he wont’’ JJ then silenced me with a kiss. Coaxing me to open my mouth with his tongue teasingly slowly licking my lower lip. I finally gave in, deepening the kiss as I pulled and played with JJs hair. His right hand slithered onto my thigh then slowly traveled up to my neck, choking me in the most perfect way. I let out a soft moan in JJs mouth, he pulled away with a string of saliva connecting to our lips for a split second. “You dirty, dirty girl” he said in a low tone smirking.
“You want it rough you said” I gulped and nodded at him with my eyes silently begging for any form of touch. JJ grabbed my thigh and started massaging it, “Im going to fuck you so good you wont be able to see straight after” “fuck” i moaned in a whispering tone. Without warning the blonde went straight for my neck, kissing, biting, and leaving hickeys all over, I tilted my head back in pleasure as he slowly moved to my collarbone doing the same. “You sound so good,” he praised. He began peppering my bare chest with kisses. He took both my boobs into his rough hands, manipulating them as he sucked on one of my nipples. “oh JJ” I moaned.
Shortly after he dropped to his knees and licked a stripe through the folds of my dripping pussy. His thumb rubbed circles around my clit leaving me a moaning mess already, He never ran short of the ability to please me. JJ inserted two fingers into me and began pumping instantly. I gripped the desk harder prompted by the intense pleasure. “You enjoying it princess?” “Fuck, yes, mhm” I managed to get out, with every pump in and out he went faster, rougher, and harder. “Maybank!” I squealed, squirting onto his fingers as he finally started to penetrate my g-spot. “Ple-ase JJ i n-need you” I moaned “not yet” he said in the most teasing voice I’ve ever heard. The orgasm that had been crawling up to me finally attacked, becoming invasive over everything, leaving me with no control whatsoever. JJ slowed his movements until they came to a stop alongside my orgasm.
“Lets go to your bed so i can tie you up exactly how you wanted” JJ smirked giving me a hand to hop off the desk. We went straight up to my room, JJ got out the box of things he had hidden in my closet and pulled out the handcuffs. I laid flat on my bed and put my hands above me head for JJ to handcuff me there. “Comfortable?” JJ questioned “yea” “guess what else i brought?” JJ said getting excited “what?” I asked with a slight smirk. He pulled his gun out of his backpack that rested on the floor. I bit my lip watching JJ walk closer and closer to me with the gun in hand. He got on top of me, hovering over me, caressing my body with the ice cold gun. I looked deeply into his eyes that were bouncing from place to place on my body, soon meeting with mine. “You’re so pretty” He admired, I smiled. He aligned himself with my entrance and began to thrust, holding the gun against my temple. “Oh my god you feel so good!” I exclaimed. “You take my cock so well babygirl” JJ said seductively, thrusting faster and faster. Every minute the sex went on he got more verbal, easily pulling more throaty moans from me. My walls clenched around him in the process of my high. “Harder JJ please!” moaned “you gotta beg for it princess” JJ said followed with a groan “I need to feel you destroy m-my insides” I begged. JJ finally gave me what i asked for, i watched as his blonde hair swung back and forth during every thrust.
“JJ right there!” I moaned nearly screaming. JJ’s near orgasm brought him to thrust as fast as he could, pleasing both of us. The room filled with our moans and other noises “Daddy! Oh my god” I said releasing on his dick, a surge of pleasure left me shaking. Although JJ hadn’t cum yet he forced himself not to, he loved to see me over stimulated and he couldn’t deny it. “JJ f-fuck” I groaned with my eyes rolling back. JJ brought the gun to my mouth so I began to suck on the barrel, enough to send JJ over the edge “fuck Y/n, youre so fucking hot”. JJ’s warm cum shot into me while he was moaning like crazy, I loved the feeling of JJ’s cum coating all my walls and filling me up entirely. Once he finished he pulled out and got a vibrator from the box. He placed it over my swollen clit. With no mercy he turned it to the highest setting, needing to see me lose my mind.
I squirmed around a ton. “JJ p-please its t-too much” I said, tears forming in my eyes “C’mon i know you can take it, you kinky slut” Not long until the over stimulation turned into sheer lust. “JJ fucking Maybank” I let out a loud throaty moan “look at the noises you make from me” JJ teased. He decided to grab my throat, I could feel the cold rings move around until his hand found its perfect place. “JJ I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. I released myself, being overtaken by ecstasy and the shivers of pleasure. “Good girl” JJ praised me. “Now get on your knees”. I was still in my hand cuffs so I got down off the bed with my hands behind my back. JJ grasped my hair and used it to force my head on him. He started bucking his hips making me gag but not enough to be choked. “Fffuck” He moaned in a groggy voice. I pulled back for a breath of air then taking the tip of his cock and going from there but agonizingly slow. He got tired of me teasing him pretty quickly and forced my head on him again.
“Mhm babygirl” JJ groaned sinfully. I looked up at him seeing that he was close to the finish line so I sucked him off even harder. “Fuck you feel so good” He praised moaning once again. “Im gonna c-cum” JJ stuttered in a moan. His white ropes let loose in my mouth, he watched as I swallowed all of it. “You did so good baby” JJ praised. “daddy?” JJ asked recalling what i said earlier “yes uh” I stopped my sentence “you should say that more often” JJ winked.
“Can we cuddle now?” I asked getting into my bed “of course, and we can watch a movie too” JJ smiled. “Netflix?” I asked “yup” he said. We turned on netflix and picked a random movie but i fell asleep on JJ’s chest 10 minutes through.
*ping* the sound of my phone went off, I unlocked it and saw a text from JJ “hey wya” “the bar… I know the bartender ;)” I replied, waiting for him to answer with a ‘lmao’ or a ‘oh yea, dave?’ but I got nothing. I closed my phone and asked for a coke with rum so it looks like I was just drinking coke if I went anywhere. Familiar hands caught a grip of my neck from behind me, I rolled my eyes holding in a moan, now knowing it was JJ. “hi J” i said with him letting go of my neck allowing me to stand up.
“That dress looks really good on you but i think it’ll look better when its on the floor” JJ whispered in my ear being a tease like always “are you trying to get us kicked out JJ” I said “maybe it’ll be more fun being kicked out” The blonde suggested “fuck Maybank” I moaned under my breath, he smirked making sure I’d notice “fineee” I gave in.
Minutes later I was pinned up on a wall somewhere at the backside of the building where nobody would walk by. JJ reached down and pulled his gun out of his backpack “JJ” i whimpered “do you trust me” JJ asked “yea” I nodded. JJ put the gun on where my jaw started and slid it slowly towards my chin and forced me to look up at him. Too nervous to ask if it was loaded, yet too seduced to care. “Fuck, you should do this more often” I exhaled in a moan “god you’re just as kinky as me” JJ said proudly. He leaned in for a kiss, our lips connected deepening the kiss with every second. Slowly JJ pulled away moving down to my jawline, then leaving hickeys on my neck.
I began to breathe heavily, JJ noticed so he pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders letting it fall limply off my body.”J are you sure nobody will see us” i asked softly “i-i think… we can go in your car though if you want” He said “mhm” i nodded pulling my dress back up.
We walked over to my car and got in the backseats. “Try not to shake the car” I laughed “too bad” JJ smiled sarcastically. I took off my dress for the second time and let him be free to do whatever he wanted to do to me. “Thank you for wearing my favourite bra” JJ smiled, pulling the lacy red bra’s clasps apart. I giggled as he did so. He groped my breasts and began sucking on my left nipple.
“JJ” I moaned lustfully, grabbing ahold of his tousled blonde hair. “It’s okay pull as much as you want” JJ said moving down to my hips above my thongs peppering me with sweet little kisses. He bit the lace of my thongs and pulled it down with his teeth… I could have gotten off to that by itself. He first took off his shirt then looked at me silently asking for approval, I nodded. He started to eat me out, licking circles around my clit while his messy blond hair tickled my lower stomach. “Please” I said brimming with pleasure, not able to finish my sentence; I didn’t have too. He swapped his tongue for his fingers, yet still using the same technique. “You like that babygirl?” “yes oh my god yes” I exclaimed. I lost control entirely as you came, I grabbed his hair and played with it until I was calmed down. JJ then got off of me and pushed the backseats down to make a make-shift bed. He laid back and took his shorts and boxers off, jerking his cock a bit “I need you laying ontop of me to do this… the car isn’t tall enough” I said “oh, yea” He said switching positions with me. Before he started he looked into my eyes “you’re so beautiful” he smiled.
JJ slowly entered my dripping core with ease, then gave me a second ro adjust. The blonde had no mercy after that, he began to thrust roughly and hastily. “Fuck” i practically screamed, “shhh, we cant have the others know” JJ said bringing one finger up to my lips “now suck.” JJ insisted. “I love the way you make me feel” JJ groaned. Both the backseat car doors opened unexpectedly “guys!” Kiara immediately shielded her eyes and closed the door “Ew oh god, in the car?!” Sarah said doing the same as Kie. “shit” I said with JJ getting off of me and handing me my clothes “we’ll finish later” JJ smirked “I totally forgot I drove them here” I grumbled.
Once we were fully dressed we went over to where Kie and Sarah were waiting for us. “Hi” I giggled nervously “girl fix your hair” Kie laughed acting like she saw nothing. “I left my gun in the car” JJ said “no dont get it, your coming home with me anyways” I said “you- a gun, oh god guys” Sarah shook her head laughing “anywaysss, lets go” I said “I call front seats with Sarah, we’re not sitting back there” Kie said “no making out when were in the car” Sarah joked “Change the subject” JJ suggested “why don’t we” i smiled.
One bad day from the past can go to hell now if you Fuck up…
JJ and John B were walking back to the chateau from the beach “Fuck, I dont know why I did this” JJ complained “what?” John B asked “i never planned to be with Y/n” JJ admitted “then how did it happen” John B asked “you know that day when i got fired, then my dad- you know the rest… well I needed a distraction so i knocked up Y/n and she got attached” JJ said with a silence trailing behind his words. John B and him were walking through the porch of the chateau when he finally spoke “so all that was fake?” JJ beginning to feel more guilty nodded “well some of it, I don’t know man… it’s just i love her then i don’t know.” JJ said.
“What JJ” I said with my jaw clenched and tears starting to form “No Y/n, no” JJ said running to me reaching out a hand to comfort me. I didn’t flinch to shove him away. John B went back outside. “what the fuck JJ” I yelled “Y/n, no I love you” JJ said “no JJ it doesn’t fucking seem like that, especially when you fucking use me!” I yelled in disgust “I’m sorry I’ve been distant lately, everything is so shitty right now but at the end of the day I love you!” JJ said anxiously “Stop making excuses. you don’t love me JJ, you just want me by your side for show” I said shakily, warm tears streaming down my red cheeks. “I hope you got what you wanted JJ!” I yelled, I grabbed my phone and stormed out of the chateau. “You okay?” Kiara worried “I’m fine” i said angrily. JJ running after me, he got a hold of my wrist “get off of me” I yanked my arm away “why are you even chasing after me” “Please Y/n its not what it seems like just let me-” “you never loved me, you just- you just ruined everything” I said slamming my car door and driving away.
I got far enough from the chateau and had to pull over. “Why the fuck is he like this” I screamed. Completely broken, I was just sitting there in my car with my arms crossed over the steering wheel bawling into them. I’ve never loved anyone more, and to hear he barely loves me hurts like hell. “Fuuuck,” I whispered, starting my car again. I drove to my favourite place on the island, a tiny dock with the most beautiful views ever. Luckily I hadn’t told JJ about it yet. Once I got there I took off my shoes and dipped my toes in the water trying to forget about reality. I heard a stick being broken and the noise of footsteps crawling closer and closer… It was JJ, he was crying with one hand covering his eyes for a moment. I guess I wasn’t the only one who knew about this place. “Y/n” JJ’s hoarse voice said. I couldn’t turn around to answer, let alone acknowledge he existed right now. He stayed in his place leaning against a tree staring into nothingness, silently begging for me to say something.
“I’m sorry you have a shitty life JJ, but what you did was low, even for you” I said between breakdowns, my voice still shaking. “Don’t think I don’t love you” JJ said softly. I turned around to look at him “why’d you say that you didn’t to John B then?” There was a pause, JJ rubbed his eyes, they were still red from crying “I don’t know how” JJ said with a stutter “…how to?” i continued “to love you” JJ looked at me sorrowfully with his cerulean eyes.
✰Warnings:SMUT, Sexual punishment, arguing, hitting, daddy kink, not proofread whatsoever.
✰Inspo:random 3am thoughts
All characters have been aged up to 18!
ONESHOT
Not my gif
Being alone and horny is a dangerous thing especially with JJ…
I was sitting in JJ’s truck waiting for him to come back from getting condoms at the store. Not only was I alone but I was also horny, I went into my camera roll and looked for some of JJ’s nudes I had saved. I put my hand up my skirt; this time with no panties. I rubbed circles on my clit moaning and swiping through my pictures of JJ. When the feeling of pleasure became invasive over everything else my eyes fluttered shut, tilting my head back now fingering myself. “Y/N!” JJ yelled flinging the car door open. I quickly put an end to my movements yet still craving more. “What are you doing” JJ grumbled “I- I-” JJ took my phone “i know your password, will daddy have to see what you were looking at?” JJ said letting you answer “n-… yes actually” you said with your face turning into a smirk. JJ unlocked your phone to see the pictures of him “alright, i’ll let it slide this one time” JJ said warning me in a dangerous tone “but you know i don’t like you touching yourself without my permission” JJ said calmly. “Okay daddy” you said being extra submissive.
Once you got your empty estate JJ said “actually, no i won’t let it slide” “what- why” “because you need to learn that you can’t be acting like a slut when i don’t say so’’ JJ said with authority “bend over” JJ said but you were nervous he would get mad since you weren’t wearing panties in a skirt in public “bend over. Now.” JJ demanded “n-no” i stuttered “what’d you just say to daddy?” JJ said dangerously “No. I said no.” I said figuring if you came this far the punishment couldn’t get any worse. “Up to your room, Now.” JJ said following behind you up the stairs “where are your panties” JJ asked when you got in your room “in the truck” you lied “do i need to check that too?” JJ asked “no… I never put them on” I said feeling guilty “you can do that with me at home, but not in public. Remember” JJ scolded. You sat on your bed nodding “words” JJ said “Okay Daddy” I said “now bend over, how many times do you think you need?” JJ asked “20” you sighed in honesty. When JJ finished you had a couple tears streaming down your face. “Did you learn your lesson baby?” JJ asked “yes daddy” you mumbled.
“How about you put your pussy to good use and please me, okay princess” JJ said laying in your bed “okay” you said getting excited. JJ took his shirt off along with the rest of his clothes. You took your shirt off and got on top of him, lining yourself up with his erect cock. You used his precum to help you slide onto his dick. Once you started going up and down faster your skirt was flowing through the air flashing JJ every time you went down. “Take your skirt off, baby” JJ pleaded, I just took it off over my head making sure to not stop. JJ put his hands behind his head, and moaning as I was pleasing him; it was what I did best. JJ gripped your throat with his right hand moving his thumb up to your lip gently stroking it as you went slower “okay baby, that’s enough” JJ said softly “but i want to make you cum first” I said “I- okay” You went faster and harder than you did before to ensure he would cum soon “fuck y/n” He moaned. You felt your walls tighten as you came close to your orgasm but denied it until JJ came.
You laid down beside JJ on your bed “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier, baby” JJ said with puppy dog eyes “It’s ok” you smiled. “What do you want to do” JJ asked as a way to apologize “can I ride your thigh” JJ smirked at the question “of course you can” JJ said. You climbed on top of him and started grinding on him. The pleasure coming from your clit had never felt better “mhm” you let out a subtle moan triggering you to move a fair amount faster. JJ could cum at the sight of you riding his thigh but he wasn’t going to let himself, he wanted you to enjoy this. You went the fastest you could go as you achieved your orgasm, JJ holding your hips as support when you calmed down.
JJ flipped the two of you over with you now laying underneath him, playing with his fluffy blonde hair that dangled in front of your face. He whispered sweet little nothings in your ear sending shivers down your spine caused by his breath fanning over your ear and neck. He slowly put his cock inside you and began thrusting slowly and lovingly, Clearly wanting to make up to you for how he treated you earlier. “JJ, faster” I pouted, He quickly changed his attitude after hearing you beg. “Keep quiet” he demanded; you liked dom JJ better anyways. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, now hitting your g-spot everytime “oh fuck” you screamed: JJs hand quickly covered your mouth, you tried to say something but it was just inaudible mumbles. “What was that” JJ said lifting his hand “we don’t have to be quiet, nobody’s here” “I told you too” JJ said letting out a groan after he had finished his sentence.
I was biting my lip as hard as I could to hold back the moans I wished I could release. “Oh my god y/n” JJ moaned, tossing his head back in enjoyment. Then he looked back down at you “ohhh don’t you wish you could moan, you little slut” JJ teased, smirking. He could feel your walls tightening around his cock; he loved the feeling more than any other. “Cum on my cock like the slut that you are,” JJ groaned. His words alone were enough to send you off the deep end. The knot tied up tightly in your stomach had finally broken sending whole tidal waves of pleasure throughout your body, moaning his name so many times. This far into his orgasm he didn’t even remember telling you to be quiet. His warm cum shooting into you like bullets out of a gun. “My god y/n you’re the best i’ve ever had” JJ said breathing heavily, he toppled down onto the bed laying beside you. “Always will be” you said looking deep into his sky blue eyes before resting your head on his chest. JJ ran his finger through your silky smooth hair, slowly shutting his eyes and falling asleep in that position with you.
✎Inspo:JJ saying housekeeping, but i switched it up a bit
All characters are aged up to at least 18
ONESHOT
Not my gif
Your kook parents hired JJ to clean your pool, or so they thought…
“Ugh, Bryce is such a bad pool cleaner” your mom complained walking into the house “then get a new one” your dad said “hm, can you I have to go with Taryn for wine now” your mom said “sure i guess” your dad said “you should hire a pogue” you suggested “they have to work hard and do things well if they want to live” I added “good point” your dad agreed.
Two days later “were leaving, oh the pool guy should be here soon” your dad said “um why when you’re gone and im not” because we booked this trip before, he was only available now” your dad explained. “Who even is he?” I asked “I forgot his name” My dad said gathering his and my mom’s suitcase and getting out the door “see you in a week” my mom said trailing behind my dad and locking the front door when she’d left.
Minutes after your parents left the property the pool cleaner showed up, which you had dreaded. You opened the door “JJ?” you said happily “oh hey” JJ said. He was the only pogue you didn’t hate since you were friends when you guys were younger. “Well uh, I’ll go clean the pool now” JJ said “yeah uh right” I said, feeling the tension. We both went out back, JJ beginning to clean the pool, and me in my bikini getting a tan and scrolling through instagram. Although I did catch JJ staring at me a couple times I was too busy caught up in the new social media drama.
A while later JJ had finished cleaning the pool “okay i assume this is for you” picking up a 50 dollar bill off of the table and handing it to JJ “thanks, see you soon” JJ laughs “wait!” you call right before he leaves “yeah” The blonde replied “c’mere” you said also kind of walking toward JJ. Without hesitation you put your soft hands on the sides of his face and kissed him. He then pulled you in by your waist and kissed your gentle lips for a minute more before asking “are your parents home” “nope” I smiled “thank god your an only child too” JJ said. Right there in the front foyay you got on your knees in front of JJ, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at him. You pulled down his shorts and boxers leaving his dick that sprung up as soon as the waistband was out of the way.
You held his long veiny cock in both of your hands and kitty licked the head of it; tasting his pre-cum. JJ moaned at the slight touch of you, this being something he could only imagine happening. You put his full length in your mouth starting slow and progressively going faster. “Fuck Y/n” JJ groaned tilting his head back for a second then admiring you on your knees, you gagged and he quite clearly liked that. Your bikini bottoms were really wet but not from any water, instead from JJ being verbal. “Mhm fuck im gonna cum” JJ moaned loudly. I took him out of me and caught a breath of air looking at him smiling then going back to your job. You took his whole cock again and deepthroated it until he came. “God you’re so good” JJ praised which made you let out a muffled moan. “Y/nnn” “I- holy shit” JJ said moaning. JJ released in my mouth as I swallowed all he had to give me.
I stood up face to face with JJ once again “fuck me on the counter top” I begged “okay princess” JJ said following me into the kitchen. JJ held my waist and helped me jump up onto the island top then took off his Coors cutoff shirt giving me a view of his abs. JJ put both his hands on the countertop beside my thighs and leaned in for a quick kiss. He took off my bikini top and played with my nipples “only if you knew how long i’ve been jerking off to thinking of you” JJ told me “ohhh, me too” you winked “i can’t wait to feel me in your pussy” JJ teased “don’t wait daddy” I said like I was one of his sluts. He pulled my soaking bikini bottoms down and places his hard cock into my dripping core, he gave me a second to get comfortable then started thrusting “awh fuck Maybank!” i yelped rolling my eyes at the instant pure pleasure. “Lay- shit.. Back” JJ said, I did as I was told then he put my legs on his shoulders and now he was hitting my g-spot every time. I couldn’t keep myself together, I was moaning so uncontrollably. “JJ” I yelled “you like it babygirl?” JJ asked followed by a couple moans “Y-yes”. My walls were tightening as I came close to my orgasm which caused JJ to moan uncontrollably as I was. “JJ please don’t stop” I begged through my moans. My walls got to their tightest then loosened as I was orgasming. When I was cumming JJ pulled out causing me to squirt then he put his wet cock back in and thrusted until I could feel him spill inside of me. When the blonde finally pulled out my pussy was overflowing with his cum, it leaking onto the island top. “Wanna ride my thigh?” JJ asked, i was quick to nod; still speechless from the sex
We walked over to the couch and I got on JJs thick thigh as he played with my boobs. I was moving my hips back and forth to stimulate my clit. JJ loved seeing you ride his thigh. I was extra sensitive from what JJ had just done to me and riding his thigh felt so good. “Mhm” I moaned, rolling my eyes and tilting my head back enjoying every second of this. “You’re so pretty sitting on me” JJ praised. I went as fast as I could to achieve the best climax possible. It sent shivers down my spine as I was at my high, when I was calming down JJ was telling me how good I am and praising me.
We hopped in the shower together and cleaned each other off. Then when we were done I gave JJ one of my own 50 dollar bills as a tip for sex “no i cant take a hundred, angel” JJ said “my treat” I smiled “and come back tomorrow” I told JJ “okay i will” JJ smirked and left the house.
One night I went for a walk alone on the beach during sunset… “Hey” someone shouts, you ignore it thinking they’re calling for someone else and you didn’t recognize the voice over the music playing in your airpods “Y/n” you take an airpod out and look around to see your boyfriend JJ running towards you ecstatically “oh hi J” you say pausing your playlist and taking out your other airpod. “What are you doing walking here without me princess” “I tried to call you…” “oh sorry my phone was dead, still is” you both laugh “what are you doing here” I asked “I was working” “oh right I forgot”
“sooo uh, nobody’s going to the chateau tonight” JJ smirked “nobody?” I asked “nobody” JJ said then pecked my lips “well let’s not waste time” i said with grabbing JJ’s calloused hand and running like hopeless romantics to his truck. When we got in he rested his hand on my thigh and drove quite a bit faster than usual. “Go faster, Shoupe’s not working today” I smirked, JJ sped up even more “how do you know that’’ JJ asked “if I’m doing illegal activities it’s better to do them when the worst cops not on the job” I said “I didn’t think anyone would be smarter than me in that department but i was wrong” JJ said giving me a grin
We arrived at the chateau “hmm, what to do first’’ JJ smirked looking down at me who was lying on the couch waiting for JJ to make his move as he always liked to do. He went to the kitchen and grabbed an ice cube “no JJ no, no n-“ before I could convince him not to he placed the cold ice cube on the extra sensitive part of my neck, I flinched “JJ” i whimpered “you can take it, your doing good” JJ praised. It soon got so cold it felt like it was burning. But I had my ways, I pulled his face closer to mine and started a steamy make out session. Disregarding being fully clothed JJ was grinding on me like he hasn’t had sex in years, by the end of it the ice was completely forgotten about.
JJ was about to unzip his short when he changed his mind “y’know what, nevermind, lay back and touch yourself for me princess” JJ said getting off the couch and watching “no daddy please” I whimpered with puppy dog eyes, he’d usually give in when you did that but not this time; he was sure of his decision. “Nice try, baby”. I pulled off my skirt and fiddled with the elastic of my panties as an attempt to tease him, although he wasn’t taking shit tonight. I put my hand down my panties and started rubbing myself “no no babygirl, I want to see you” JJ teased. JJ helped me pull down my panties but after he went back to watching me teasingly. I was progressively rubbing my clit faster and faster saving my insides for JJ to jostle. “Awh fuck” I moaned, leading me to go faster on myself. Minutes later I was a moaning mess, completely forgetting how good this felt.“Mhm JJ” I moaned with my eyes closed imagining it was him “cum for daddy” JJ said, admiring me with his arms crossed. It had taken over sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Good girl” JJ praised as I rode out my high “oh my god please fuck me” I begged; eyes full of desperation.
“Come with me” JJ smirked leading me to the spare room in the chateau “look what I got” JJ said “ooh” I smirked when JJ turned the LEDs to red and walking towards the curtain to close them, I stopped him “no, I want everyone to know im fucking JJ Maybank’’ I said in a seductive way. JJ placed his hand on my neck hushing me “hmm really ‘cause I think it’s the other way around’’ JJ teased. My neck still in JJ’s strong grip I looked deep into his eyes and bit my lip which caused him to let go and push me down onto the bed. He swiftly stripped himself of his clothing. He then hovered above my half naked body, his tousled blonde hair hanging above my face. “Your soaking babe” JJ told me slowly moving the head of his cock through my folds. “Your acting like you want to be teased too” I said as JJ was teasing me “oh your dom now huh” JJ said assertively. “Your cockiness is making me want to be,” I said, bucking my hips into his forcing him to start thrusting. then quickly taking my shirt and bra off.
JJ didn’t hesitate to start but he didn’t let me adjust to his size this time, just to prove his dominance. “Ow fuck JJ” I mewled “take it slut” JJ said standing his ground “JJ please” I whimpered “fine but get on your hands and knees” JJ said pulling out. I positioned myself on his bed then he was quick to place his cock in my core; this time giving me a minute. “Ready” The blonde asked “yes” I said. JJ grasped my hair in his hand like a makeshift ponytail and pulled my head back “yes what?” JJ said with a smug smirk “yes daddy” i said in a seductive form. JJ then started thrusting harshly “oh fuck how do you feel so good in me” i moaned “fuck” JJ exhaled. The room’s sound only consisted of moans and the clapping noises. JJ let go of my hair but had his hand on my neck choking me yet giving me just enough room to breathe. “Mhm fuck you’re so tight, and I love it” JJ groaned. I let out a loud throaty moan as I felt myself almost at my orgasm.
“Don’t cum until i say” JJ teased “fuck JJ no” I moaned, forcing myself to not cum on him was the hardest. “You can- mhm fuck… you can do it” JJ praised “shit no I cant” The coil winding up inside of me had an inevitable break, at this moment I couldn’t last. I came without JJ’s permission. It felt too good to ignore, I was moaning at every buck of JJ’s hips as I calmed down from the penetrative pleasure. “Did i say you could cum yet” JJ said “n-no” i stuttered “bad girl JJ said slapping my ass roughly. I was sure there’d be a mark left there tomorrow “cum twice and I promise I won't” I said as an attempt to make a deal. “Fine” JJ said already about to cum “fffuck” JJ let out a deep moan. “Get on your knees” JJ demanded, taking his long cock out and jerking off until I got down on the floor.
Once again JJ made my hair into a ponytail and the elastic holding it together was replaced by his hand. I took his cock and palmed it for a second before having him force it down my throat. The second I stopped palming him he pushed the back of my head towards him, as I took his full length. He tossed his head back moaning, he stopped forcing me on him and let me please him on my own. He looked back down and told me “you look really pretty on your knees”. He gently ran his fingers through my hair. A couple minutes later he released his consistent white ropes flowing into my mouth while I listened to him moan. I swallowed all of it and opened my mouth sticking out my tongue proudly to show him “good girl” He praised. “What’d you say we cuddle now” JJ suggested “yes please” i said already crawling into bed.
Inspo: “Y’all might have broken the number one Pogue rule, but you guys look good doing it”
All characters are aged up to at least 18
ONESHOT
Not my gif!
No Longer A Secret
It had been a month and a half of me and JJ secretly dating due to the ‘no Pogue on Pogue macking’ rule until …
Pope, Kie, John B, JJ, and I were chilling on the beach. It was 9:42 pm as I found myself getting bitten by mosquitos, just enough for an excuse to go run off with JJ knowing he’d make up his own excuse. “I’m getting attacked by mosquitos imma go sit in the van for a bit” I said getting up and walking away.
But JJ waited a while later to make up a lie to go be with me so it wouldn’t be suspicious
“Sorry, that took a while,” JJ said sliding the door of the van shut behind him “I know, you’re not the only one who knows how lying works’’ I said with a sly grin. JJ leaned toward me for a kiss, I smiled and gently put one of my hands on the right side of his face as we kissed, he really liked my soft hand’s touch. But all of a sudden the door swiftly slid open and we heard gasps right after we ended our kiss. “uh” JJ said rubbing the back of his neck nervously “guys, the rule-“ Kiara said being strict about the rule like she does all the time “b-but us just being friends didn’t work, we tried though” “we really did” JJ backed me up “Smooth JJ” John B said sarcastically trying his hardest not to laugh but quickly failing.
“Okay whatever, can we go home? I have to study.” Pope complained “c’mon man, have some weed and relax” JJ smiled *John B starts driving the van* “no, I still owe Kie money for her car,” Pope said “riiight” JJ agreed. “I’ll take that though,” I said grabbing the blunt from JJ’s mouth and putting it in my own “hey!” JJ complained, “hi,” I said taking a drag of the blunt “, no that’s- nevermind,” JJ said laughing a bit at the end. “Y’all might have broken the number one Pogue rule but you guys look good doing it” Kie finally admitted. “why thank you for your approval, my lady” JJ joked in a British accent “Yes dear it means very much” I mocked JJ “I’m so glad to hear that,” Kiara said going along with whatever we were doing “okay pack it up Paddingtons” Pope said jokingly. “Hey, JJ,” John B said “what dude,” JJ said “don’t get her pregnant” John B said “oh shut up John B were not even there yet!” I said “yet-” Kiara said kind of disgusted “yeah it looked like you were there ‘yet’ when we caught you two in the van” Pope reasoned “oh shut up” I sarcastically rolled my eyes at him.
JJ and I headed to what he had claimed as his bedroom at John B’s house. “Emmaaa” Kiara said “yes Kiaraaa” “come watch a movie with me” she cheerfully said “sorry I’m watching one with JJ, call Sarah” “she’s at one of her brothers business things” “sucks for her” “yup” “see ya later” ‘bon voyage”.
JJ and I got into his room, cuddled, and watched Friends instead of a movie. “Hold on imma get beer,” The blonde said “get me one” “K”
The next day (10:58 am) came around the same as the others, waking up to the other pogues talking, or water splashing. Either way, none of us could ever get bored of waking up to a nice summer day. JJ and I groggily walked out of our his bedroom and onto the porch where Kiara, Pope, and John B had decided to start their day. “Hi guys” Pope greeted us as we walked out of the house “you guys wanna go stargazing “meh” John B groaned “c’mon it’ll be fun,” I said “yeah i’ll do whatever” JJ agreed “look your best friend is going” I persuaded him “I’ll go,” Pope said “okay if you wanna be the only one not going that’s fine,” Kiara said “okay okay fine” John B gave in “why’d it take so long to convince you the stars are so pretty” I said also already knowing Kiara would definitely agree. “But can you guys see the whole world?” JJ asked, waiting for answers to continue the sentence “no?” Pope questioned “I can, she’s right here” JJ pulled me closer to beside him and blushed “uhhh where’d JJ go… who’s this soft guy?” John B joked with JJ totally ignoring him.
1:27 pm “so are we all just gonna chill out here until it’s dark enough to see the stars” Pope asked “yes sir” i said “okay, so for once were not doing illegal stuff, good” He replied happily but sort of sarcastically “who wants a sandwich” JJ asked “no JJ, you’re not making sandwiches after that moldy one” Kiara said “that’s probably a good idea” John B said “guys i’m not four, i know what mold is and that you’re not supposed to eat it” JJ said “fine, i’ll have peanut butter” i said “okay”
10:43 pm *John B turns the van off and we all get out* “don’t forget the blankets” Sarah said (John B brought her after one of her brothers business meeting) Sarah and John B shared a blanket as a couple, Kie and Pope shared a blanket as friends, and then there was JJ and I laughing at his jokes on our blanket “oh hey look! There’s the big dipper” i said to JJ pointing into the abyss of the starry night sky “what the hell is the big diaper” JJ said “no not diaper, dumbass, dipper!” i laughed “oh right, so it’s a big spoon” JJ said “no- well, close enough” I laid my head on JJ’s chest listening to the faint noise of his heartbeat “oh look guys there’s a meteor shower” Sarah exclaimed “ooh we’re lucky to have chosen this night” John B said “your lucky we persuaded you to come” Pope said, “yea” John B scoffed.
We all laid there in silence staring at the beauty of the stars and all the intricate designs they made. “I’m getting tired, anyone else?” Kiara asked. All the other Pogues besides me and JJ agreed “you guys coming?” Sarah questioned “no its ok, we’ll walk back were not that far” I said “and ill carry you if you fall asleep” JJ whispered, i smiled “okay bye guys” Sarah smiled and got into John B’s van.
“Ooh look there’s the Gemini stars” i exclaimed “do you see Leo?” JJ asked “uh i think its behind that cloud” I said “oh, then move the cloud i wanna see” JJ joked “yes just let my grow a pair of wings first” I bantered “or you could just get a really tall ladder” JJ suggested “yea that works too” i smiled. A minute later my eyes began to get heavy as JJ gently grazed his fingers through my hair and i fell asleep right there cuddling JJ”
