Summary:JJ & (Y/N) have been best friends since kindergarten. Now that they’re older, it’s painfully obvious to their group of friends that they have feelings for each other but are too scared to admit it. Said group of friends has finally had enough and decides to give them a little nudge.
TW/CW:JJ Maybank x Reader, best friends to lovers, a couple suggestive comments,
Requested?:Nope
Word Count: 989
A/N:I day dream way too much while I work and last night’s shift was a long boring one. This imagine helped me pass the time.
Prompts:None
Hanging with my best friend JJ and our other Pogue friends is always entertaining. This time, however, the power is out and we have no trouble to get into. JJ and I had plenty of dastardly ideas but no one in the group bit the bait. So here we sit, twiddling our thumbs and praying the power would arise from the dead.
Kie sat up suddenly, “What about spin the bottle? But just like kisses on the cheek or something?”
Everyone looked around at each other but Pope was quick to dismiss the idea, “No, the last time we played that, John B and Sarah sat there macking for an hour just for shits and giggles.”
“Okay, fine. Truth or Dare then. One person spins the bottle and they get to truth or dare whoever it lands on. Then the person who was just challenged gets to spin next,” Kie shot back. No one seemed to object so Kie grabbed the bottle and spun it.
A few rounds went by of playful truths and easy dares before the bottle finally landed back on Kie who was dared to do a handstand without using the wall as support. It was obviously very easy for her. She quickly completed the handstand and then spun the bottle. It almost landed on John B to JJ’s right but Kie in a not-so-subtle rigging bumped it back a bit to land on JJ.
JJ raised an eyebrow, “That was rigged but go ahead.”
Kie had to contain her giggles before asking, “Truth or Dare.”
“I’m not some pansy, give me a dare,” comes JJ’s quick response.
“I dare you to kiss (Y/N) on the lips,” Kie shoots out.
I’ll be honest here, it’s not that I don’t want JJ to do the dare, but I’m sure he doesn’t want to do it so I feel the need to speak up in an effort to save myself some embarrassment, “Ah, but the rule, Kie. No pouge on pouge macking.”
John B is the first to speak up this time, “Well as Pogue President, I hereby deem a macking session between JJ Maybank and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be lawful due to the fact that JJ and (Y/N) were best friends before they were pogues.” He shoots JJ a look that says he knows they’ve got us cornered so JJ leans forward on the couch and rests his head on top of mine as I sit in front of him.
He picks his head up and looks at the side of my face as I glare at Kie, “Yay or Nay, Tiny?” Looking up at him, I nod so he slowly leans forward before our lips connect and, as cliché as it sounds, fireworks erupt. When we pull apart, I prop my face up in my hands in hopes of hiding the blush.
JJ leans back into the couch for a moment and takes a deep breath before quickly leaning back forward and whispering in my ear, “X marks the spot.” The code phrase for, “meet me at our secret place.” Our secret place is this little alcove just down the beach from here that we found when we were kids. It quickly became our favorite getaway and we pinky promised to never share it with anyone else. He and I get up and head for the door, “We’ll be back later,” JJ mumbles amongst the whoops and hollers of our friends.
We walk down the beach, side by side in silence. The awkward tension between us hangs thick and my stomach twists itself into knots as my brain assumes the worst. However, when we finally duck into the alcove JJ pulls me into a hug, “They did that to force us to stop dancing around the bush about the feelings we have for each other.”
I nod into his chest, “I know.”
As we release each other I look up at him with a giant grin on my face, “I’d like to upgrade my subscription to JJ Maybank from standard to premium please.”
He laughs wholeheartedly with a smile on his face, “I can do that for you. However, you’ll need to submit a valid form of payment. Although, I should inform you that at this time, kisses are the only acceptable method.” I stand up on my tiptoes and kiss him for the second time tonight. As he pulls me close, I slip his phone out of his pocket, pull away, and pretend to check his notifications, “You have an email. It says, ‘Congratulations, JJ Maybank you have won a free premium subscription to (Y/N) (Y/L/N).’” He grins at me as I hand him his phone back and we begin making our way back to The Chateau hand in hand.
We’re almost there when JJ pulls me closer and throws his arm around my shoulders, “By the way, you’re not sleeping on the couch anymore.”
I look up at him with mock surprise, “Oh really? Is that some perk of my premium membership?”
He nods, “Yup, as a premium subscriber you get an all-expenses-paid stay at the JJ Maybank Bed and Breakfast. Betcha can’t guess what the breakfast part of that entails.”
I shake my head and giggle at him, “JJ, is your head in the gutter again?”
He shrugs, “It never leaves the gutter, babe.”
Once we hit the porch of The Chateau, JJ opens the front door for me. I step into the living room before him and can feel his eyes on my ass but I don’t mind. It is in fact included in his premium subscription. Once we both plop down onto the couch and join the conversations of our friends, he throws his arm back around my shoulders and I snuggle into his side. This of course does not go unnoticed by our friends who erupt into a chorus of awwws and a great big, “Fucking finally!” from Kie.
I know it’s been a while since I’ve written let alone posted but are there any Outer Banks fans that follow?? I finally got the chance to binge-watch both seasons and let me tell you… the writing juices are a-flowing. I’ve already got a couple ideas for my baby JJ. You totally wouldn’t think he’d be my favorite right? I’m definitely not the type to fall for the broken boi. (If you couldn’t tell the last two sentences were pure sarcasm.) Anyway, I’m gonna try to get my ideas for JJ typed up and posted asap but lmk if you have any requests for obx that you want me to write.
As much as I feel so bad for it, if there’s any requests that I never got to from before, I probably won’t write them. I want to start with a clean slate if I’m gonna start writing again.
Requested by: No one, I just got inspired by a snippet I saw and came up with this Pairing:JJ Maybank x reader Warnings:none
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“JJ?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you have a roommate?” you ask, trying to recall whether or not there was someone occupying the extra room in the apartment.
“What? No, I live alone. I told you that last time you were here, before we…you know,” he trailed off for a second, a deep tension building in his voice at the memory of what happened last time you came over. “Why?”
“You have no less than sixteen different boxes of cereal in your cabinet,” you point out, opening the cabinet door that you’d anticipated finding a glass in. “Seriously, I think you have more boxes of cereal in your cabinet than outfits in your closet.”
“Yeah, I like cereal. A lot,” he explains nonchalantly, opening a different cabinet and handing you a glass.
“I guess so,” you smile, filling the glass with water while silently observing his cereal choices. The majority of them were childhood classics like Cinnamon-Toast-Crunch and Fruity Pebbles, but there were a few healthier options like Honey Bunches of Oats and Frosted Shredded Wheats. Looking at the collection, you can’t help but wonder which ones are his favorite. You take a swig from the glass in your hand before placing it down on the counter, shooting him a content glance. You’d slept over the last time you came over too, but didn’t stick around long enough in the morning to get a real peak into his life. The cereal obsession he’s seemingly proud of makes you appreciate his gentle simplicity.
“Speaking of, I’m a shit cook, so if you’re hungry just pick whichever one you want, oh-uh except for the limited edition Cap'n Crunch-that’s uh, that’s mine,” he informs you, a serious but bashful look adorning his face. “I’ll kick your ass if you steal my Cap'n Crunch, that shit doesn’t stay in season for long. Anyway, the milk’s in the fridge behind the orange juice, you’re free to drink that too, if you want.” You blink at him with an amused glint in your eye, simply nodding in response, before pulling the Cinnamon-Toast-Crunch out of the cabinet.
Summary:Jj tells you how he feels after seeing you with john b and getting jealous. But you don’t want to get more serious because Jj is known to be shitty with girls.
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You and Jj keep doing your ‘thing’. The others don’t know about it but they’ve always noticed something with you. Nothing sexual but you are always together somehow.
You always sit together, always laugh together and there are almost no days when you don’t see each other. You are always teasing each other.
Besides, it’s kind of your thing to fight. Just for fun. Kind of wrestling. That’s your thing.
But now you can’t keep your hands off each other, especially in private. You don’t know what it is with you two. Or what it’s going to be. How it’s gonna work out. You’ve never talked about it.
You’re at the chateau right now. You’re hanging out, having a few beers.
JohnB and Sarah are fighting. For now. They haven’t seen each other in a very, very long time. It’s pretty out of character for them. But oddly, JohnB didn’t really seem like he cared. He seemed more… like he didn’t have a girlfriend. Like he forgot about it for a second. That’s not like him.
But you don’t know anything about it because you just got here.
But you can see that Johnb is weird.
“Hey JB, what’s up? Are you alright?” You ask JohnB as you join him on the couch. The others are in the kitchen.
“Yeah… yeah… I mean I’m fine… I’m fine” he says.
“Okay, no. That was one too many. I know there’s something wrong with you” you say and take his hand.
“You know… Sarah and I had a fight. Or rather, we’re still fighting. All the time I’m thinking: It’s okay and I’m fine. So I try to at least act like I am, but I’m not.” He says and looks down
“I’m so sorry about that… what’s the argument about? What’s the problem?” You ask worriedly
“It’s stupid. It really is. It was about Topper and him still coming to her and still being attached and all that shit.”
“Oh man. That sucks.” You say and hug him.
Jj has been watching you from the kitchen the whole time. He looks very annoyed. But he tries to hold it in.
“Nah let’s forget about it now. Do you want to go out with me for a bit?” He asks and stands up.
“Yeah sure” you say
You go outside and talk a bit. You practise a bit how JohnB could apologise to Sarah.
“Sarah… I’m sorry. I was stupid and didn’t think…. is that good?” JohnB asks. You just laugh.
“That wasn’t even close to enough. What do you think when you see her? Tell me. But tell it to me like I’m Sarah. So you can tell her too. Okay?” You say and smile
“Okay then…. Sarah… you are the most beautiful girl in the world
Meanwhile, Jj stands by the door. He is listening to you. But at the wrong time, of course.
…..You’re so pretty, so sweet, you turn my head. And god you’re so sexy. Um… I love…” says JohnB as Jj runs towards you.
“Hey what the fuck are you doing?!” Says JJ aggressively and pushes JohnB away from you.
“Jj chill it wasn’t like…” you say but are interrupted.
“Oh really? That’s what you’re going with? What the… JohnB what is this?” Jj asks him. Just as JohnB was about to tell the truth to calm Jj down, Jj interrupts him.
“So your little girlfriend dumps you for a while and you go straight for Y/N?” Says Jj and JohnB snaps. That was too much Maybank.
Johnb punches his best friend in the face.
“THINK BEFORE you throw something like that at someone BRO” he says and walks away.
“So you like JohnB… wow okay… that’s cool” jj says to you pissed off
“What? Jj. No! Oh my god we were just practicing. Well. How can I put this. JohnB wants to apologise to Sarah and I wanted to help him. He should practice it on me.” You say and roll your eyes
“Oh…” says Jj
“Yeah… oh… and even if. Like what the. Jj what does it have to do with you if I like someone. There’s nothing emotional about us Jj. We’re not together or anything. Just physically… right?” You say upset
That hurt Jj. Deep in his heart. He knew it but he always hoped you two were a 'thing’. Something that would last. But apparently not. He’s quiet. And his eyes are a little glassy.
“Right. Only physically,” he says, pissed off, and leaves.
“Jj wait. Why is this hitting you so hard?” You ask, turning him towards you by his arm.
“Because… I mean why? Why is it only physical? What’s stopping you from getting more serious?” Jj asks in a broken voice
“Jj I… I didn’t know you thought that but… I can’t. Okay? I can’t” you say
“Why? Tell me.”
“Because I don’t want to get hurt again, okay? Jj you are one of the biggest fuckboys I know. And you know it. You usually fuck a girl and then leave. Not because you’re a shitty person, but because that’s who you are. You don’t need anything serious. And you’ve made that very clear many times.
I mean, the others are already surprised that you can put up with me for so long. You are simply THE player jj. And I can’t do that. I’m too scared.” You say and somehow a stone falls from your heart. But somehow it doesn’t.
Jj stands there. Totally shocked by what you just said.
“That’s what you think of me?” Jj says and tears come to his eyes.
“This is what everyone thinks about you Jj” you say.
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Summary: you’re on your period and Jj takes care of you
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You met the Pogues a few weeks ago. Or rather Jj first. And now you and him are inseparable. You’re part of their little crew now.
Jj is your best friend. You are inseparable and do everything together. At first you two didn’t like each other. Or rather you hated each other. But now you are the best friends.
You are not well at all today. You got your period this morning and you have very bad cramps. It’s already evening and you’re sitting in your bed. Suddenly there is a knock at the window.
It’s jj. He often comes to your window in the evening to do something with you, to go for a walk or just to talk.
You open the window.
“Hey you, do you want to go to the beach for a while? The waves are awesome,” Jj says with a smile.
You and Jj often go surfing at night. It’s kind of become your thing. You love this ‘thing’. Most of the time the sky is pitch black and you can see lots of stars. The moon always shines on the water and glitters so beautifully. Well.
“What? Are you afraid of losing to me?… or what?” says Jj and nudges you.
“I don’t know, I don’t think that’s a good idea today Jay” you say and squeeze your eyes shut because you’re having a big cramp right now.
You see that he looks a bit worried and he sits down next to you in bed.
“Hey R what’s up?” he asks worriedly. R is kind of a nickname. The others always call you and Jj Rose and Jack because you are so 'inseparable’. Cheesy shit. But you like it when he calls you that nice. It’s kinda cute.
“Nothing… I just… oh, never mind” you say shyly.
“You know I don’t believe you, right?” he says and looks you in the eye.
“I just got my period this morning and I’m cramping pretty bad…” you say.
“Well that can be fixed” he says and winks at you. He goes out of your room and gets you something. When he comes back into your room a few minutes later he has a hot water bottle in his hand and also a tray with chocolate and tea.
“Sooo I have a little warmth for your tummy. Then your favourite chocolate… that’s it, isn’t it? And then some tea. I’d be really good as a boyfriend, wouldn’t I?” he says with a smile.
“Thank you so much J you are the best” you say and give him a hug
“I know I know. Jk, I’ll do anything for my little rose…” he says and sits down with you again.
You sit together in bed until late at night and talk, eat and watch a film. Jj doesn’t leave your side.
“Is everything all right with you? Are you feeling better? Or is there anything else I can do?” Jj asks worriedly.
“No Jj everything is fine. You’ve done enough already. Besides, I’m feeling a little better.”
“Always better when you’re here,” you add.
He smiles at you and covers you up. He stays with you all night without going home. He just wants to make sure you’re okay and safe. He always wants that.
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Summary: you and Jj are getting along very well. He wants to help you with your fear and so he does. He is always by your side
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Jj and you are getting along very well now. I think you two just didn’t look at each other properly or only saw each other’s bad sides without really knowing who they were.
“Hey bro” says JohnB as he sits down next to Jj.
“Hey man” he says
“So you and Y/N seem to be getting along all of a sudden” he says.
“Yeah…” says Jj
“How did it come about. What happened there last week when we were going out on the boat?” asks JohnB
“Nothing… I just realised I never really got to know her” he says.
“But Jay. You’re my best friend. And to be honest I’ve never seen you like when you’re with her. You’ve never been like this…so mean to anyone. Is it possible that you were just being mean to her because you actually like her?” JohnB asks with a smile
“What? Dude no” says Jj
“Come on Jj I know you” says JohnB and nudges Jj.
“Man no. For real… I mean I honestly didn’t like her…or so I thought. Meanwhile I kinda have a thing for her. I mean she’s really hot. And actually really nice. Maybe I did it unconsciously but I really didn’t like her in the beginning. But I found her interesting all along,” Jj says with a smile.
“I knew it man. Why don’t you tell her?” Says JohnB
“Naaah things are going so well at the moment. I would ruin everything. I’ll just deny it. Like always man. Deny deny deny.” Says Jj laughing
“Well but she’s probably not ready for what’s disguised under my clothes anyway. No one is ready for a bit of Jj” says Jj who is dancing like a stripper and pulling his shirt up. The two just laugh.
“You idiot. So you won’t even try” says JohnB
“sure I will man. If she feels the same then…. Bro she will be mine one day. I’ll make sure of it.” Says Jj laughing
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You’re still not good with boats. And not really with the sea either. But Jj always helps you because he’s the only one who knows your whole story.
“Are you ready?” Jj asks
“Ready for what?” You ask in amazement
“We are going to the beach now. I told you I would make your fears go away. There’s bound to be a boat somewhere on the beach…I’ll help you” he says.
“Oh Jj I don’t think that’s a good idea” you say
“But come on. You wanted to overcome your fears too. Don’t be afraid.” He says and makes a gesture with his face that you should come.
“OK then” you say and stand up.
You both go to the beach and there is a small boat. It looks a bit like the HMS Pogue. Jj takes your hand and you walk to the water. He pushes the boat a little further out into the water so that it is further away. He goes into the water so that he is up to his thighs in water.
“Come here. Just to me,” he says.
You go into the water. So far everything is fine, after all you are still in the water with both feet on the ground. That’s totally OK.
“Now come with me onto the boat. I’ll help you” says Jj and sits down on the boat. You follow him and sit down next to him. That still works too.
“Are you okay?” he asks
“Yes…yes I think so” you say. You drive a bit out to sea but not too far. After all, it’s wavy and you shouldn’t put yourself in too much danger. Suddenly a wave comes and pushes the boat to the side. You almost fly out. That’s it for you.
“Jj” you scream and hold on to him.
“I can’t do this, I… I… can we get out quickly?” you say crying and Jj drives back as fast as he can. You sit down on the beach.
“I’m sorry. I’m so stupid. It must sound so crazy that I’m afraid to be on a normal boat,” you say, sobbing.
“Hey, Y/N. It’s all good. Nothing sounds stupid. You have some kind of trauma. That’s normal. I mean it’s not just the boat but you’re also associating bad memories and the last memory of your dad with it. It’s fucking hard, I know. But we can do it,” he says.
“Thanks Jj. you know after everything…. we were kind of enemies and now you help me so much” you say with a smile
“I’ll stay with you Y/N” he says looking into your eyes.
He hugs you and you feel safe. Somehow. It’s funny that you couldn’t even stand each other a week ago.
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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This is the third and final part to the “A Long Day” Series.
Somehow you had managed to calm down during your drive to Kildare. You knew that no matter what your mom tried to do, your friends would be there for you every step of the way. Besides, staying at John B’s meant you’d be able to help him keep the place up for DCS and even help him pay rent. Another bonus is the amount of time that your boyfriend already spent there. You could transfer to their school in the fall and from there you could figure it out.
As you walked towards Twinkie, it started to rain. You smiled as you rapped your hand on the door in the ‘secret code’. You were quickly greeted by JJ, Kie, and Pope.
“Everything good?” JJ asked, searching your eyes.
“It is now,” you answered wrapping your arms around him and giving him a quick kiss.
“Okay that’s enough PDA, we are still here,” Pope joked.
The four of you sat and waited, they filled you in on the newest additions to the plan. Kie complained about Sarah, and how she couldn’t be trusted again. But again, your mind started to wander.
‘I didn’t know that sluts were allowed to wear white, she’s still hot for a pogue though.’
Why did it matter where people are from, who their parents are, and the amount of money they had? Your mother’s comments about JJ resurfaced, which led you to think about JJ’s dad and the scene outside of the police station. You allowed yourself to consider for a moment how much worse it would have been if you weren’t there.
Clearly starting to get in your head, you decided to leave before JJ noticed and asked you about it. “Okay, they are taking too long, I’m going to get them,” you explained before exiting the van.
You made your way to the Hawk’s nest only to see that John B and Sarah were joined by Topper. You sprinted up the stairs, knowing that nothing good was going to come out of this, especially since he was already upset and drinking earlier.
“You are a stupid, lying whore Sarah,” you heard Topper say as you rounded the corner.
John B, pushed him out of her face, “Just stop it, man. Leave her alone.”
“Sarah you better tell him to back off, cause I’m about to beat his ass,” Topper threatened, “I’ll drown him like his old man, I swear I will,”
“No, you won’t,” you spoke before John B could respond, alerting everyone of your presence. You pushed yourself in between Topper and John B. “You guys can go, I have my car here, I’ll make sure Topper gets home okay,” you instructed without even looking back at them.
“Y/n I don’t think that’s a good idea,” John B replied.
“I’ll be fine, just go.” As soon as you heard them start to leave you looked back at your brother, “Come on Top, you’re drunk, I’ll drive us home.”
“No, I’m going anywhere with you, you knew!” he said clearly distressed.
“Knew what Top? That you were about to do something stupid? That’s kinda a given when can can’t even speak without your words slurring together.”
Topper snapped grabbed your arm forcefully, “You knew about Sarah and John B and you didn’t even tell me. What the hell?“
Your tone softened as you realized what Topper meant, "Topper, I swear I didn’t know that anything was going on between them.”
“Your lying, you’re not my sister not anymore, you’re one of them.”
"First of all, let go of me,” you said ripping your wrist free and taking a step back. The thunder clapped again, sounding closer this time, and the rain was coming down harder. You tried to remind yourself that he was drunk and heartbroken, but that didn’t stop the sting of his words, especially following the scene with your mother from earlier. “You are in no condition to drive, especially with the storm, so hate me all you want, but I am going to make sure you get home safely. Let’s go,” you said lightly touching his arm.
“I’m not leaving with you!” he yelled, anger getting the better of him, without even thinking about it he pushed you off of him and backward and you broke through the railing. Your body made a thud when it hit the sand and it was still. Too still. Topper sobered up, realizing what he had just done. He was racing down to see if you were okay, but John B was there and he knew that he needed to leave before the rest of the Pogues showed up.
John B had said goodbye to Sarah who he had convinced to go home before the storm got any worse. He was going to head back to Twinkie when he heard you and Topper yelling at each other. He doubled back to the Hawk’s nest just in time to see you fall. He sprinted to your side, “Shit, shit, shit, Y/n! Can you hear me? Y/n!” John B slid to his knees slightly moving your head to see if he could get you to come to. He was met with a small groan. He was afraid to move you too much, having no idea how injured you were.
“Help! Someone help!” he screamed, he dug his hand through his pocket for a phone that wasn’t there. He had no idea if he friends would be able to here him through the rain. He didn’t want to leave you, but he couldn’t get you help if he stayed there. A small groan escaping your lips, and he refocused his attention on you, “Hey Y/n, wake up, come on now. You’re okay, you’re going to be okay,” he promised before looking back towards the path to the Twinkie and yelling at the top of his lungs, “I need help! JJ! Pope! Kie! Help!”
It was not long before JJ and Pope came sprinting down the path, “What’s wrong John B?” JJ yelled before he rounded the corner, “What happened?” he demanded before taking John B’s place at your head.
“Topper pushed from the top of the nest. She needs help. But I don’t think we can move her,” John B explained.
“Where the hell is he?” Kie asked, looking around for any sign of your brother.
“That doesn’t matter right now, we need to call an ambulance!” JJ ordered looking between his friends.
“My phones in the van, I’ll go,” Pope says before running off.
“Hey Y/n, can you open those beautiful eyes for me? Come on sweetheart, you are going to be okay, you just need to wake up,” JJ’s hands hovered over you wanting to shake you, but being afraid to touch you. He glanced up at the top of the nest, the severity of the situation crashing into him like a 15 foot wave. He lost whatever calm that he had, “Y/n please, I need you to be okay, please, I can’t lose you,” tears were streaming down his face at how still you were.
He barely registered John B pulling him away from you so that the paramedics could get to work. He just turned and hugged his best friend, who pulled him back towards the van. He didn’t register the conversations being had between his friends as they decided who would take your car. Kie heading towards the hospital in your car, Pope driving the Pogue, while John B tried to keep JJ calm in the back.
“She’ll be okay man, she’s tough,” John B to comfort JJ, who was on the verge of a panic attack.
“Yeah, she’s going to be fine,” Pope agreed.
“Totally, it’s not like she just fell from 50 feet, laying still on the ground completely unresponsive,” JJ replied harshly, raising his hand to his chest.
“JJ,“ John B said, trying to catch his focus.
“I’m sorry, I just- I can’t lose her,” he cried, pulling his knees up into his chest like he used to when he was a child.
"You’re not going to lose her man, I promise,” John B replied.
When they got to the hospital, they were told that they couldn’t see you or be told how you were doing because they were not family. Your mom had apparently called and told them that she and Topper were the only ones allowed to see you, no exceptions. JJ tried to explain that he was your boyfriend and how he just needed to know if you were okay, but considering the fact that your mom was one of the top donors towards the hospital, he never had a chance. He desperately made a dash to go back to the ICU but was stopped by the security guards. John B and Pope stepped in to try to reason with them, but it just went downhill from there until all three of them were being threatened to get kicked out or have the cops called.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Just ask her mom to come out here please and I’m sure we can work it out,” JK said calmly.
“Her mom isn’t here. You kids need to go home,” the nurse replied.
“What? That’s insane! We aren’t going anywhere!” John B argued.
“It’s okay JB, we can come back later,” JJ said calmly and everyone took his lead heading around the corridor.
“What the hell man? We are not leaving her here alone,” John B said once they were out of earshot of the guards and head nurse.
“No we’re not,” JJ said, holding up the nurse’s ID.
After managing to snag some scrubs from a locker room, JJ snuck around the hospital until he made his way back to the ICU. He tricked a nurse into giving him your room number and then snagged your chart on the way in your room.
When he saw you laying there unconscious hooked up to the machines, he realized that he had never once seen you look helpless before. You looked small and delicate, and those were not words he would ever have used to describe you. He took a seat beside you, daring to look at your chart. You had a concussion, dislocated shoulder, and broken collarbone. Pain meds, a sling, and ice and you should be good as new after a few weeks. JJ smiled at the words and took a moment to send his friends a picture of your chart with a text saying you would be okay. They text him back, but he chose to ignore them, placing your chart down and taking your hand in his.
“Y/n? Can you hear me? It’s JJ,” he spoke softly, “Babe, I need you to wake up,” he tried again. He stood up and pushed the hair out of your face before gently kissing your forehead. It was as he pulled away that you started to shift, taking in a deep breath before briefly opening your eyes.
“Good morning,” he joked softly. You forced your eyes open again, wincing as you turned your neck to see him better. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t move. Just relax,” he instructed.
“Where am I?”
“St. Olive’s. You fell from the top of the Hawk’s nest, but you’re going to be okay. Just a mild concussion, broken collarbone and a dislocated shoulder.”
“At least my nurse is cute,” you joked, causing you to laugh and move wrong. Apparently whatever drugs you were on were wearing off.
“Take it easy over there,” JJ said, taking your hand in his again, “You feeling okay? Need anything?”
“Water?”
“Yeah, of course. Coming right up.”
“Thanks,” you said after downing the tiny cup he handed you, “What’s up with the scrubs?”
“Your mom has this place wrapped around her finger and has decided that only she and Topper can visit. So I had to be a little creative in sneaking in.”
At the mention of Topper, you forgot where you were, that you were safe, with JJ. “Y/n, you still with me?” JJ asked, concerned with your sudden change. You didn’t even hear him as the events from Hawk’s nest flashed through your mind and caused your heart rate to skyrocket, leading a group of nurses to race into your room. Luckily JJ, ducked into the bathroom before anyone could see him.
The nurses managed to calm you down, thinking that you were just freaking out because you woke up and were alone. They gave you another round of pain meds and told you that you should be good to check out in the morning when your mother came to pick you up. You thanked them, and waited for them to leave the room before pulling the IV out of your arm.
“What do you think you’re doing?” JJ asked as you were now standing up looking to unplug the machines from the wall.
“If I unplug them from me the alarms will go off and the nurses will come back. If I unplug them from the wall they can’t give me away.”
“Why not just lay back down and let them stay plugged into you so that the doctors can make sure you’re okay?”
“Because we’re leaving,” you replied, opening cabinets looking for something besides a hospital gown to slip into, whether that be scrubs or your clothes from earlier.
“Y/n I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides, it’s just one night and I promise to be here with you the whole time. Hospitals aren’t that bad.”
“I’m not worried about the hospital. I’m worried about what happens tomorrow when my mom comes to get me,” you let slip apparently not yet fully control of yourself.
“What is that supposed to mean?” JJ asked.
“Look it doesn’t matter J, I am not staying here. So either start helping me or get ready to be escorted out of here,” you say clearly upset.
JJ grabbed your good arm, his other hand guiding your chin so you were looking at him, “Are you sure you are okay?”
“I’ll be fine JJ, I promise.”
“And you’re sure you want to leave?”
“Yes. I am sure.”
“And are you turned on by me in scrubs?” he joked, making you smile.
“Oh, so turned on,” you replied before closing the gap between the two of you and kissing him.
“Okay, how do you want to do this?”
“I need clothes, I am not leaving in this. Are John B and them still here?”
“Yeah, they’re camping out in the parking lot in Twinkie.”
“Okay, call him and tell him to meet us at the side entrance in 5 minutes.”
“Okay, I can do that, and I know where we can get some scrubs. Just stay here.”
JJ left and was quick to return with a set of scrubs for you. While he was gone you wrote out a note saying that you left of your own accord, blah, blah, blah. He helped you change and the two of you snuck out using the stairs. There was one close call, but you made it out to where you were relieved to find Twinkie with the side door open and your friends waiting for you. Pope got out to give you the front seat. Everyone was asking you a ton of questions and telling you how glad that they were that you were okay. JJ explained how he managed to break into your room and how he managed to break you out. You tried to tune out the pain in your arm and ignore the growing pounding of your head.
“You okay?” John B said quietly so only you could hear him.
“I left after the pain meds wore off and before the next round started I pulled the IV out of my arm, so I’m consciously experiencing my symptoms for the first time,” you explained as you shut your eyes, concentrating on your breathing.
“Okay, sounds like we need to make a pit-stop,” he said, glancing over at you slightly concerned. He pulled into the 24 hour drugstore on his way to drop Pope off. “I’m going in to get Y/n some pain meds and an ice pack for her arm. Does anyone else need anything?”
“Ice cream?” you asked with puppy dog eyes.
John B rolled his eyes jokingly, “Pain meds, ice pack, and ice cream, got it.”
“I’ll come with you,” Pope started, “I want to see if they have any of those things,” he lied horribly.
JJ hopped out and went around to the driver’s seat. “How you feeling?”
“Oh you know I’m on cloud nine,” you say sarcastically.
“I would give you some of my stash, but Pope said it could mess with your concussion.”
“Yeah, probably not then.”
“I love you, you know that right?”
“Of course I do J, I love you too.”
“You wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” you answered, which was not a lie, just not the complete truth. One glance at JJ’s face told you that he wasn’t buying it. Luckily for you the others returned. At this point everyone was tired, John B took Pope home, before taking both you and JJ back to the chateau with him, where Kie was waiting outside in one of the hammocks. You knew that if she drove your car she knew. But instead of bringing it up she just brought you into a side hug careful not to hurt you.
"Everything’s going to be okay, I promise,” she whispered as she pulled away.
You thanked her before taking a deep breath and turning to John B, “Can I talk to you for a second?”
He nodded a bit confused, before gesturing for you to lead the way, “What’s up?”
“I was wondering if I could move into the spare room long term, at least until I can get a job or something?”
“Of course you can. Consider the guest room Casa ala Y/n.”
“I’ll help you keep everything straight for DCS and I’ll chip in for rent and groceries and everything,” you promised.
John B laughed at how serious you are, “Dude chill, it’s not a big deal. JJ practically lives here too,” he laughed.
The two of you walked back towards the others JJ clearly confused as to what was going on.
“Kie, can you help me grab Y/n’s stuff from her car?” John B asked giving you a knowing look.
You turned to JJ prepared to explain everything, but he beat you to the punch, “Okay, spill, I want to know everything that has happened since the last time I saw you because clearly you were upset and now…” he rambled before you cut him off.
“I got into a fight with my mom at Midsummer and she kicked me out, so I’m moving in here,” you explained, “I left Rixton’s to get all of my stuff before she tried to get rid of it.”
“Babe, you could have told me. I would’ve went with you,” JJ sighed. He knew that your relationship with your family had been strained since you started hanging out with the Pogues and how much that bothered you.
“It was something that I needed to do on my own.”
“Okay,” he nodded. “Are you okay though? Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s weird, earlier I was stressed, but now I just feel freed. It’s like I know everything will work out now, because I have you and the Pogues,” you replied smiling genuinely.
“I love you, you know that?”
“Of course I do, I love you too J.”
The two of you went inside, where John B and Kiara were bringing in the last of your stuff.
“Hey guys, I’m going to take Kie home, I’ll be back in a bit,” John B said as he headed out the door. Kiara said goodbye to you and JJ and made you promise to call her if you needed anything.
After the two of them left, you yawned. JJ noticed and said through a smile, “Looks like its bedtime.” He was quick to set up the pillows so you could sleep comfortably beside him. You were trying to get the scrubs off to put on some of your pajamas but were failing miserably. “JJ?”
“Yeah, what’s up? Oh,” he said, trying not to laugh.
“Shut up and just help me,” you whined.
He came over and carefully lifted the shirt over your head and around your arm in the sling, he winced at bruises that showed, wishing he was there to stop Topper, who was a dead man walking at this point as far as JJ was concerned. He couldn’t focus on that though, not when you were laying right beside him. He watched you contently, allowing himself to relax, knowing somehow that things would be okay. He started to drift off, a smile still on his face.
AN: JJ Maybank x Reader. Mentions of blood, injuries, etc.
When you showed up to the chateau, tears streaming down your calm face, blood coating your hands and shirt, a fresher redder blood coming from the side of your head and from your nose and even from a busted lip, you honestly had no idea what you were doing. Your brain was not processing the pain, fear, and exhaustion. You weren’t consciously aware of where you were or where you were going. You were just on autopilot, going to the one place you knew you would be safe. The events of the past hours were no longer playing on repeat in your head, instead there was just a fog, a numbness. At this point you didn’t even register that someone came out the front door, nor could you comprehend who it was.
“Yo Y/n, we’ve been trying to get ahold of you. We’re all about to go on the-” JJ looked up from his phone and dropped it, jumping off of the porch to meet you.
“Shit Y/n what happened? Are you okay? Is this yours?” he asked frantically as he pulled your shirt away from your skin. What he saw made him sick.
“JJ?” you asked before passing out.
He quickly repositioned himself to keep you from hitting the ground. He shifted you in his arms to carry you in the house.
“John B!” JJ shouted desperately as he hoisted you up and inside, setting you down gently on the bed before grabbing the first aid kit, water, and a towel. He called out for his best friend again, hoping that he would come tell him what to do.
It wasn’t like JJ didn’t know how to patch you up. He had treated his own injuries and the injuries of his friends countless times. The problem was that seeing you in the position was not letting his brain function properly. He wiped the blood away from the gash about your temple, holding the rag there long enough to be able to see that it wouldn’t need stitches. He ran his fingers through your hair to make sure that there were not any serious head injuries hidden. He then continued to move down your face cleaning you up, disgusted by the bruises he was uncovering. He swore to himself that whoever did this was not going to see the light of day tomorrow.
He pulled your shirt off again and felt your ribs, making sure none of the were broken, at least as well as he could tell. He relaxed a little knowing that this significantly lessened the chance of internal bleeding. The bruises on your body were making him sick. He watched your chest rise and fall, allowing himself to calm down a bit.
“I swear if the two of you don’t get on the Pogue right now, I’m fishing without you,” John B called as he entered the back door.
This was enough noise to bother you, and as you tried to turn away from it you groaned clearly in pain.
“Shit what happened? Is she okay?” John B asked.
“I don’t know man, she just showed up covered in blood and then passed out before she could say anything?”
“Is she okay though?”
“Does she look okay man? Someone beat the shit out of her, I’m surprised she even made it here.”
The two of them talked for a bit, keeping a careful eye on you. John B took the med kit, towel, and everything up. JJ had grabbed some pain meds, fresh clothes, and water for you. He wanted to wake you up, to know what happened, to make sure that you would be okay, but he knew that it was best to let you rest for now.
It wasn’t until Pope and Kiara arrived with Pizza that you began to stir. The smell was the first think you noticed. Then the low voices from the living room. You opened your eyes, the right one sore and clearly swollen . You reached your hand up to your face, feeling the gauze over your temple, and lightly brushing your hand over your nose, causing pain to shoot through it.
You tried to sit up, inhaling sharply at the pain in your stomach. You felt like you were about to throw up. You forced yourself off the bed, downing the advil and water. You walked into the bathroom and literally burst into painful tears when you saw your reflection in the mirror. Your face was bruised and swollen, you could see the bruises on your throat, and didn’t dare to lift up your shirt, well JJ’s shirt.
Speaking of, having heard you crying, JJ rushed to the bathroom annoyed to find it locked.
“Y/n? Are you okay? Can you unlock the door?” he pleaded.
You couldn’t answer him. It was too much.
“Y/n please?” he asked voice soft as he held his head against the door. It was killing him to be out there.
You shifted over and undid the lock. JJ opened the door and his heart broke at the scene in front of him. You were wrecked. He wanted to ask you if you were in pain or if you were okay, but both of those were clearly stupid questions. He also wanted to ask what happened, but now was clearly not the time. So instead he gently pulled you into his chest whispering calmingly in your ear. He held you there until you calmed down.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling away to look at your face.
“No,” you answered simply.
“That’s okay, why don’t we go get some food?” he suggested.
You nodded, weirdly nervous to see your friends. JJ stood behind you the entire time arm around your back reassuring you that you were okay.
“There she is!” John B said excitedly.
“Hey guys,” you greeted as you sat down, JJ going to the kitchen to grab both of you some pizza. You took the plate he was handing you and looked at your friends. Everyone was looking at eachother nervously, which was giving you anxiety so you decided to just answer the question that they’d all been wanting to ask, “My dad owes alot of money to his dealer, I was came home to find the place being ransacked and they did this,” you said gesturing to your current condition, “to send him a message. I’ll be fine though, I’m just gonna hang her until everything blows over. So stop staring at me like I’m about to break and eat some pizza,” you say smiling at the end.
“The queen has spoken,” JJ joked, earning laughs from the group, and everything shifted into more comfortable conversation.
It wasn’t until later that night that you allowed yourself to start thinking about what happened again. You hated your dad for putting you in that position. The fact that after undoubtedly coming home to find the place ransacked and finding blood, that he hadn’t even bothered to check in with you to see if you were okay almost hurt more than your injuries. It didn’t matter that you already knew he was a deadbeat, you still wanted to believe that he cared a little. Yet at the same time you felt guilty for hating him.
JJ noticed that you were becoming agitated and motioned for his friends to give the two of you a moment. He knelt down in front of you gaining your attention.
“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” he asked softly.
You explained everything to him, knowing that he would understand. JJ was your person, through and through, he was always there for you. He listened and then proceeded to berate your father which made you laugh and then winch from the pain in your ribs.
“Easy there, don’t get too excited.”
You rolled your eyes before yawning, “If you don’t want be to laugh, you better start avoiding me,” you grinned.
“I don’t know about all that,” he smiled.
“You’re cute, you know that?” you asked taking in his blonde curls and blue eyes.
“Oh my gosh!” he says excitedly, “I’m the more attractive one in this relationship for once!”
“JJ!” you say before smacking him with a pillow unable to hide your smile.
“Hey guys!” he calls out to his friends wanting to inform them of his latest discovery.
You just lay back, rolling your eyes at his antics, thinking about how lucky you were to call him yours.
JJ explained his revelation, and without missing a beat John B replied, “No, I’m pretty sure she’s still got you beat.” The others quickly agreed, laughing as JJ pouted.
You looked around you, realizing something that you’d always known deep down. At the end of the day this was your family, and you wouldn’t trade them for anything.
A/N: This is a JJ x Reader imagine that contains potentially triggering content related to an attempted sexual assalt.
Just to be crystal clear, the decision to go to this party was not yours. Sarah had watched her dad blow himself up and then she broke up with John B, and she just wanted to blow off some steam. That is why you let her talk you into going to a kook party. You were going to make sure Sarah was okay, because that is what good friends do. You had decided that you would have 1-2 drinks right off the bat and then switch to water so you would be good to drive whenever Sarah was ready to leave. You made sure that she had JJ’s number just in case. JJ, being the good boyfriend that he is, offered to take you guys to the party. However Sarah wanted a girls night and you weren’t going to make her third wheel, especially right after a break up.
The two of you went inside, downed the first drink, poured the second, and then Sarah led you into the crowd and you started dancing with her. She seemed to be having a pretty good time and had started talking to some girls that she had known from school. You were about halfway done with your second drink and headed back to get some water when a guy knocked into you spilling his drink on your shirt.
“Hey, I’m sorry I must have got distracted by how incredibly beautiful you are.”
“Nice line, but I have a boyfriend,” you said, finishing your drink and trying to push past him.
“Understood. Let’s get you another drink, and then I’ll show you a bathroom you can freshen up in, and I’ll leave you alone the rest of the night.”
You agreed and you made your way to the kitchen to grab some water. He then led you up to the master suite bathroom, telling you that no one else would know that it was there, so he knew that it would be free. You went into the bathroom and tried to ring the beer out of your shirt. You looked in the mirror, and the room was starting to spin, which was odd because you’d only had the two drinks.
“Are you okay?” the guy asked from the door, “You don’t look so good, maybe you should lie down for a minute, I can go get Sarah.”
You normally wouldn’t have listened, but you were feeling really out of it. It wasn’t until you watched him close the door instead of going to get help that your confused mind was able to place the pieces together.
“You slipped me something,” you slurred trying to push yourself up and find your phone.
“Not so fast,” he said, grabbing your phone and putting it on the table, “everything is going to be fine Y/n, just lay back and relax.”
“Stop it. Get off me. Help!” you tried, but there was no power behind your words.
“Shh. Everything is going to be fine. Just relax.”
You tried to fight back, but your mind wasn’t processing anything. He was in the process of pulling your shirt off when Sarah opened the door. “Get the hell away from her, you creep!”
“Get out of here Sarah,” he shouted, not expecting her to push him off of you and onto the floor.
“What did you give her?” Sarah demanded.
“I didn’t give her anything, she’s just wasted.”
“No she’s not and if you don’t tell me what you gave her now I’ll call the cops, or better yet her boyfriend,” she bluffed.
“I just slipped her a roofie, no need to overreact.”
Sarah was going to say something else, but was distracted as you started to groan. She grabbed your phone, stashing it in her back pocket before putting your arm around her neck and more or less carrying you out to your car. You kept going in and out of consciousness and she was tempted to take you to the hospital, but she knew that they would ask too many questions. She was also well aware of the fact that she was far too wasted to drive, so she pulled out her phone and called JJ. She was trying to figure out exactly what to say, but didn’t have time to think as he picked up after the second ring.
“What’s up princess? Calling to get my help getting John B back?” JJ joked.
“JJ…It’s Y/n” Sarah started, the tone of her voice already scaring the shit out of him.
“What do you mean ‘it’s Y/n’? What happened? Where are you?”
“We’re in her car in front of the party. Someone slipped her a roofie and I can’t drive right now. I need you to come pick us up.”
“Is she okay?” he asked, worry evident in his voice as he was scrambling to get his stuff together.
“She’s really out of it, and can’t stay awake. But I think that’s normal. She just needs to get home and sleep it off.”
“Are you sure we shouldn’t take her to the hospital?”
Before she could answer, she heard John B’s voice in the background, “Take who to the hospital? Is Sarah okay?”
“Sarah’s fine. Y/n was drugged and they need a ride. I’m just trying to figure out if I’m bringing her here or to the hospital. So shut up and get ready to go,” JJ instructed his best friend before returning his attention to Sarah, “Sorry about that, do you think we should take her to the hospital to be safe?”
“She was drinking earlier and they are going to ask how it happened and I really don’t think we want to get the police involved or even her parents for that matter. I’ve been reading online and since there was only one, she should be fine.”
“Oh, okay.”
There was a long pause.
“Did anything happen?” JJ asked, his voice quiet like a scared child’s.
“No JJ, I got there before he had even got her clothes off.”
“Okay, John B and I are on our way,” JJ said before hanging up the phone.
Sarah refocused her attention on you, trying to keep you somewhat cognizant while making sure your pulse was still vibing. She felt horrible for dragging you to the party. Even though she had no way of knowing that this was going to happen, she blamed herself. She let her mind wander to what could have happened if she was even a few minutes later. Tears were streaming down her face.
“‘m sorry Sarah,” you slurred.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. Just do me a favor and try to stay awake,” she saw you give it a valiant effort before starting to nod off again, “Hey Y/n guess what,” she said excitedly.
“Hmmmm.”
“JJ’s coming. Your golden knight in board shorts will be here anytime now.”
Instead of the happy response she was expecting, you seemed to freeze up, “He’s going to be mad,” you whimper.
“Not at you. This isn’t your fault. He’ll be so relieved to know you’re okay.”
“‘m tired and dizzy.”
“I know, I know, just try to stay awake til JJ gets here, okay?”
“Okay.”
JJ and John B pulled up behind your car in Twinkie and JJ was out and opening your door within seconds. “Y/n?”
“JJ, knight in board shorts,” you slurred without even opening your eyes to confirm it was him.
“How you feeling?” he asked softly.
“Like shit.”
“Okay, we’re gonna get you home okay?” he promised.
JJ carefully closed your door and went to where Sarah and John B were talking awkwardly.
“So run me through this, what exactly happened?” JJ asked.
“I don’t know Y/n and I got here, we were dancing and she said that she was going to grab some water. She doesn’t come back right away so I start looking and I see her walk upstairs with this guy. I figure that he’s probably showing her the bathroom or something, Y/n’s a big girl who can handle herself. But when neither of them come back down the stairs after a couple of minutes I decide to go check on her. And I find her practically passed out with him trying to take her shirt off. He claims she’s just wasted, but obviously I knew better. So I demand that he tells me what he slipped her or I’d call the police and he said he gave her a roofie. I carried her out to the car, looked it up and figured that the best bet is probably for her to try to sleep it off. I’m too drunk to drive, so I called you.”
Normally, JJ would have already been off to kick this guy’s ass, probably beat him within an inch of his life, but he couldn’t focus on that right now. “What do I need to know to take care of her?” he asked.
“She’ll be in and out of it, probably won’t remember much of anything from tonight, might become confused. Main thing you have to watch is her breathing and heart rate. It can stay in her system for up to 24 hours, but she should be in the clear after 12. When she’s coming off it, she might have a pretty bad headache or possibly be somewhat delirious. Make sure she stays away from alcohol, drugs, even over the counter stuff. Food and water will help, but she might have a hard time keeping it down.”
JJ looked slightly overwhelmed at everything that Sarah had just said. Noticing this she put her arms on his shoulders, “She is going to be fine. I’ll send the website with all of that info, just be there for her,” she reassured.
“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding his head, wiping a stray tear away. He got back in your car and made sure you were buckled in. Apparently, you had forgotten where you were or that he was there and he was a little too handsy for your liking.
“I have a boyfriend,” you said firmly.
Despite the situation, a small smile formed on his face, you never really got drunk so this was new for him. He decided it was best to keep you talking until he could get you home, “Do you?” JJ asked amused.
“Mmhmm”
“What’s he like?” JJ asked as John B waved him off, letting him know he was taking Sarah. John B was going to make sure Sarah was okay after everything that happened, and then take her home. Afterwards he would drive your car back to the chateau.
You paused before answering JJ, your demeanor shifting, “He’s going to be mad at me,” you remembered what happened or what almost happened, but there were gaps and you suddenly it was like you forgot how to breathe.
You started hyperventilating and JJ immediately pulled over, not even a mile away from the party yet. “Y/n it’s JJ. I’m not mad at you. I love you and you’re safe now, I promise. I need you to calm down. I need you to breathe slower. Take big deep breaths okay. I’m right here Y/n, you’re going to be okay, just breathe.” He grabbed your hand and tried to calm you down. After a few minutes, you pretty much clocked out. He checked to make sure you were okay and then started driving again just wanting to get back to the chateau where it would be easier to keep and eye on you and make sure you were okay.
The drive felt like it was taking forever. He would glance at you every few second waiting for you to move or wake up or do something. It was agonizing for him to be sitting there unable to help you.
He was in the process of picking you up bridal style to carry you inside when you spoke softly, “J?”
“Yes Y/n?”
“‘M sorry”
“You have nothing to be sorry for sweetheart, I’m just glad you are okay.”
He propped you up against the couch and went to get you water. You were asleep before he came back. JJ settled in across from you. He was going to be there, making sure you were okay as long as you needed him. He was your knight in shining board shorts after all.
If you thought that morning was bad, the night was only going to get worse. Midsummer was supposed to be your brother’s coming-out party, but apparently Sarah had other plans which upset Topper. Knowing him, he’d be completely wasted by night’s end. As far as the rest of the party went, this one was pretty typical for you. You walked around and socialized, sneaking a few drinks here or there to make things tolerable. Kie and Pope were there, which was a definite plus.
In fact, you’d have even argued that the event was going smoothly until a familiar blonde caught your eye. Your boyfriend had showed up playing the part of waitstaff, obviously something was going down. You watched as he weaved through the crowd, only to hand something to Sarah Cameron. At that point you started to close the distance between the two of you hoping to find out what was going on.
You were about to call out to him when Rafe, Topper and his goons intercepted him. JJ took off at a sprint and you were about to follow when a hand caught your wrist.
“Don’t you dare make a scene. If you embarrass this family, I will make sure one way or another that you are no longer a part of it. There is nothing that that stupid Maybank boy can give you. So just sit here and let your brother take care of him,” your mother threatened through a forced smile.
“Seriously mom?”
She stared you down for a second, “If you go after him that’s it, your cut off. You need to learn that you are better than them. JJ is destined to end up like his dad, and you, you’re going to make some rich man a very happy husband.”
Without a second thought, you ripped your wrist from her grasp. “I’d rather be a Pouge.”
You started inside the building, grabbing a security guard and following the noise to the locker room, where JJ was being held back Topper could beat him up.
“Gentlemen, is there a problem here?” the guard asked as the boys released JJ.
“No, no problem,” Rafe answered, eying JJ.
“Sir, I’m going to have to escort you out,” the guard said before pushing him out of the locker room where you were waiting.
“What are you doing? It wasn’t his fault. He’s allowed to be here, he’s with me,” you demanded, pulling the attention of everyone to you.
JJ was stunned by how beautiful you looked, having seen you for the first time that night. He was going to compliment you, but before he could he heard one of Rafe’s goons speak, “I didn’t know sluts were allowed to wear white, she’s still hot for a pogue though.”
JJ turned around ready to fight him, when the guard pushed him back towards the entrance. Rafe and Kelce didn’t dare laugh knowing that you were off-limits considering you were Topper’s sister. You didn’t care enough to react though, and just followed the guard out with JJ. You could tell that he was getting antsy. As you walked past Pope, he yelled and told him that it was a mandatory power hour at Rixton’s and to tell Kie.
He made eye contact with you before grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the party to the protest of the guard. The two of you didn’t stop until you reached the HMS Pogue. Kie and Pope not far behind.
The five of you went to Rixton’s, Pope explained to the group what had happened on figure eight and with your brother’s boat. The JJ filled in the gaps of what went down after he got arrested. John B filled everyone in on his day with Sarah and his new plan to get the gold. The whole time you struggled to pay attention though.
Your mind was racing, everything was about to change for you, and there was so much that you needed to do. You would need to go by your house ASAP to get your stuff before your mother threw it out. You would need a new place to stay, probably with John B or Kiara. You would need all of your legal documents and as much money as you could manage. You knew that your mom wouldn’t try too much, because you were aware of family secrets that could bring her down. That didn’t mean that you weren’t stressing out. In fact it was overwhelming to the point that you went into autopilot. “I have to dip for a bit,” you said out of nowhere, “JJ do you still have my keys?”
Luckily, you had noticed your car earlier. JJ must’ve drove it here and met John B who had the HMS Pogue.
“Uh yeah,” he said digging them out of his pocket. He went to hand them to you, but one look at your face told him that something was wrong, so he held them just out of reach, “I can drive you, where are we going?”
“I just need to take care of something, please JJ,” you said close to a breakdown. JJ knew that look, slight fear behind the eyes, and he knew that no matter how much he wanted to go with you and to protect you, that whatever was going on was something that you believed that you needed to do on your own. He hesitated for a moment before handed you the keys. “Be careful, I love you. Call me if you need anything.”
You turned away him, and he followed you with his eyes as you drove off before returning to his friends.
“What was that all about?” John B asked.
“I don’t know,” JJ answered before turning towards Kiara, “Did something happen tonight at the party?”
“Not that I know of.”
“I’ve never seen her just shutdown like that,” Pope added.
“She’ll be fine,” JJ decided, trying to reassure himself more than anyone.
The four of them continued to talk for a while. JJ text you asking you to let him know you were okay whenever you got to wherever you were going, to tell you their plans for the night, and to remind you that he was only a call or text away if you needed him. He couldn’t help the unsettling feeling that was building inside him. He regretted not going with you.
You were inside your house packing up everything that you owned. You put the suitcases in your car before going in again to grab your passport, insurance, some cash out of your parents safe, etc. You walked out and stood outside of your door, knowing that it would be a while before you would be back…if ever came back.
You got in your car, looking at your phone which contained missed messages from your friends. They were all in Twinkie heading to Kildare, you decided to meet them there. Whatever they were up to would probably serve as a distraction.
AN: This is my first time writing for Outer Banks. It is JJ x Thorten!Reader and based on the plot of the show. Spoiler alert also 1 sentence of implied adult content.
For once, everything was going great, that was at least until your phone rang…
“Pope, I swear to god-”
“It’s JJ-” he started.
That was all that you needed to hear for your stomach to drop and your anxiety to start. Pope proceeded to explain how your brother and Rafe had jumped him while he was delivering groceries on figure-eight. He sunk Topper’s boat in a fit of Rage, and JJ took the fall for it. Shoupe had arrested him for it earlier that morning. The number of times that Pope apologized during the call, was unreal. You reassured him that everything was going to be okay and that you would get JJ out.
You immediately called the Sheriff’s department and found out about his bail. You knew that coming up with the money was not going to be a problem. Doing so without your mom finding out was the real issue. She couldn’t stand your relationship with the Pogue’s, especially JJ, and you were already skating on thin ice at this point. You withdrew the maximum amount at the bank, which was more than enough to cover his fines. It was the next part that you struggled more with.
You stood in front of JJ’s house. He told you explicitly that you were never allowed to go there when he wasn’t with you, but you didn’t have a choice. It didn’t matter how much money you had, he was a minor and they weren’t going to release him without his dad there. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Not getting an answer you open it and walk in, “Mr. Maybank?” you called out. He was asleep on the couch, “Mr. Maybank!” you repeated loud enough to get his attention.
“What are you doing here?”
“JJ needs you, he’s at the station, I have the money, I just need you to come sign.”
“Let him sit there, might straighten him out. Now get out of my house.”
“Please, I’ll pay you to do it, just come help him.”
“How much?”
You had to ignore the fact that he wasn’t willing to go just to help his son. The anger that JJ, who deserved the world was stuck with this sorry excuse for a- “$500.00, and I can drive if you want me to.”
“I’ll drive myself. Give me the money.”
You handed him the five hundred dollars and watched him stuff it in his pocket before grabbing his keys and pushing past you to get in his truck. You followed behind him and went into the station with him. He signed the paperwork, while you went to the billing room to pay the fine. When you exited, one of the officers let you know that JJ and his dad had just left.
You walk out of the station surprised to see that JJ’s Dad’s truck was still there. Your stomach dropped as you realized what was happening. You raced to the passenger side door, pulling it open.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demanded as you pulled JJ outside.
“That’s fine JJ, let your bitch save you. You have to come home at some point and I’ll make you pay for that restitution.”
“Go to hell!” you yelled as you slammed the door.
You had your arms wrapped around JJ and led him to your car, guiding him to sit in the passenger’s seat. You gently reached up to get a better look at his face. You popped the trunk of your car and found the emergency kit, grabbing JJ some gauze and Ibuprofen. You handed them both to him, and simply studied him for a moment before getting in the car and starting to drive.
JJ’s mind was racing. This whole day had been too much. From being arrested to being interrogated/threatened, to what his dad had just done. If you weren’t there to stop it, JJ wasn’t sure he’d of walked away from that car. The worst part of all of this for him was that you were there. Of course, he had come to you to be patched up after fights or after one of his dad’s bad moods, but you had never witnessed it first hand. His anxiety was building until he recognized a soft humming.
You were humming his favorite song, knowingly helping to keep him grounded. You knew that physical affection could be too much for him right after his dad’s episodes. You also knew that he wasn’t ready to talk to you about any of it. JJ focused on that noise, and his mind shifted to you. You saved him in more ways than one today. You were always saving him. You took care of him in ways no one else had ever bothered to.
He watched you out of the corner of his eye, you had your brave face on, refusing to show how shaken up you were. You knew that wasn’t what he needed right now. JJ wanted to say something, but he couldn’t find the words. He instead allowed himself to relax into the seat and close his eyes.
He was brought back to reality when he heard you ordering food at a drive-through. You handed him the bag before placing the drinks in a cup holder. He didn’t realize how hungry he was until the aroma started to fill the car.
“My place or John B’s?” you asked softly.
“Yours,” he decided, not wanting to deal with the rest of his friends right now. He knew that you would give him all the patience, space, attention, etc. that he needed for as long as he needed.
He looked over at you as you were driving. You were absolutely insane, he is in love with everything about you and your personality. He knew that he didn’t deserve you, but promised himself in that car that he would spend the rest of his life trying to if you would let him.
“Thank you Y/n,” he spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.
“No worries, I was hungry anyways,”
“Not just for the food,” he said rolling his eyes a small grin gracing his face, “Seriously, thank you for everything.”
“Always.”
JJ handed you your sandwich and started in on his own food. Before long the two of you had made it back to your place. You were relieved to see that neither Topper nor your mom were home. As JJ predicted, you brought him inside and up to your room, having him sit on your bed while you cleaned the cuts on his face, kissing each one gently when you were done. You stood in between his legs and put your hands on his shoulders, studying his face.
“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked.
“Not really. I do wanna know how you managed to get him to come to the station though, he didn’t even pick up when I called him.”
You bit your lip and lowered your arms nervously, wishing you could avoid this conversation a little longer, “I went to your house and I told him I would pay the bail if he came to sign the papers. Before you get mad, I tried to call him, but he wouldn’t answer and they wouldn’t let you out unless he was there.” You closed your eyes prepared for JJ to go off about how you’re not allowed to go to his house.
JJ hated the uneasiness in your posture and placed his hand under your chin guiding your eyes to meet his, “Hey, I’m not mad, I promise. I’m glad you got him to come,” JJ said, standing up and hugging you.
“I’m sorry that you had to go through all of this,” you said as you rested your head on his chest.
“It’s okay, Pope’s in the clear, I’ll be fine as long as I come up with the money to pay the restitution. I’ll hang out here or with John B until my dad cools down, and things will start to go back to normal,” JJ promised.
“I sure hope so.”
“Besides, I have an amazing girlfriend, so I can’t really complain too much,” he added before kissing your cheek.
“A caring, *kiss* smart, *kiss* loyal, *kiss* beautiful *kiss* girlfriend *kiss* who I love,” he said as he started to pull your shirt off…
The two of you spent most of the day together, but you had to get ready for Midsummer and JJ wanted to go check in with John B. You agreed to meet him at the Chateau after the party. He made you promise to call him if you decided to drink, or if any of the guys were being too pushy. You reminded him that he could just come with you as your plus one if he wanted, which caused him to start laughing as he would be caught dead before going to a kook party in a suit. You kissed him goodbye and gave him your car keys watching out your window as he drove away.
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
(not my gif, credit to owner)
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.
