• 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.

I had JJ Maybank.

I had a home. A family.

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Request: “Can I request some John b fluff!? Maybe he’s hurt and the reader takes care of him or maybe he admits his feelings” -anon

Word Count: 366

Genre:Fluff

Warnings:cuts

SHORT ONESHOT

“Its you, always has been”

It was just another day in the OBX, JJ was probably with some touron, Kiara was working, Pope was studying, Sarah was hanging with Wheezie, and John B… huh, where was John B? Mhm whatever he was probably working too. 

You were at the chateau chilling in the hammock alone when you decided to text Kie “are you almost done your shift im sooo bored” “uh i think ill be done in like 30, wheres JJ… he’s entertaining” Kie replied “with a touron is my bet” I texted “accurate” “well i gtg there’s more customers” Kie said “k bye” I replied shutting my phone off after. Minutes later the hammock got boring so I went to dip my toes in the water sitting on the edge of the dock. I could see John B on the boat in the distance. Once he got closer I could see a black eye and some blood coming from underneath his blue faded t-shirt. He pulled up to the dock and tied the boat to it as I was walking towards him. “God, what happened!” i exclaimed “just a run in with Topper, its fine” John B brushed it off like it was nothing. “No, we have to clean you up,” I insisted.

We got into the chateau, John B sat on the couch and I got a wet cloth then went over to him. He lifted up his shirt, I put the cloth on “that’s cold” John B whined “sorry but hot water will make it bleed more” I stated. He let me continue then once I was done he pulled me in for a kiss impulsively, yet I didn’t deny it.  During our kiss he slowly tucked my hair behind my ear then ended the kiss a moment later. “I-” I stuttered blushing stop sign red. “It’s you y/n always has been” John B smiled.

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five and one ⟶ jj maybank x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

GENRE: fluff, slight angst

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

(fem = female) not edited !!

gif credit: @wodohwan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

forever - jj maybank

req. - Hi love!!! There is a song lyric that I love that says “I could hold you in my arms forever” and I just imagine fluffy jj after a tiring day out on the beach with his girlfriend and being fluffy and cuddly. After a nice shower jj x reader are closing their eyes cuddling and he says this to her. I would cry omg any chance you’d write this concept??

synopsis - fluffy jj love after a long beach day

a/n - i love this thank you!!

t/w - none

w/c - 0.633

taglist - to be added go here-@harrysbbby@bbymaybank01@silversunsandstars@stilinskiandsuch@poguecollins@thelostgenerationatlast​@rewindlr​@lilpeekabooze​@teenwaywardasgardian​@write-from-the-heart@hopelesswritingxd​@kennedywxlsh​

the air was cold as both jj and y/n stepped out of the shower—bodies wrapped in two fluffy orange towels. quiet giggles filled the bathroom, which was filled with steam from the shower. sand was coating what seemed like every corner of the room, some still remaining on their scalps from the day they spend surfing and hanging around the beach. the couple stood in front of the mirror, y/n humming a tune to whatever song was currently playing in the other room. jj watched her open the drawers, grabbing her skin care items then sitting on the counter.

y/n pulled jj between her legs, unscrewing the cap to the face mask. jj’s face twisted in disgust at the sight of the green substance, pulling away as y/n dipped her fingers into it. “there’s no way that’s going on my face,” he gagged dramatically, making y/n tsk and roll her eyes. she didn’t say anything, just pulled jj closer and started to put the mask on his face.

minutes later, the two both had matching masks on. y/n led jj out of the bathroom, the music playing louder. she searched through her drawers, hips swaying underneath the towel. “do you want shorts or sweatpants?” she questioned, back still facing her boyfriend.

jj thought for a moment, leaning against light grey walls. “sweatpants. no shirt, obviously.” he joked, and y/n swore she could hear the smile in his voice.

tossing the clothes behind her, y/n pulled out her own pair of sweatpants (jj’s but rolled) and sports bra. sliding the clothes on carefully, she searched more to find a scrunchie to tie her hair up. as she pulled the hair through the final loop, jj stood behind y/n and wrapped his arms around her waist. jumping from the touch, y/n slowly sank into his warmth.

“you look so good,” jj hummed, leaning his head on her shoulder.

y/n rolled her eyes, “jus in pajamas, my love.”

jj shrugged, choosing to not respond as he continued to hold her. a chill ran through the room, running goosebumps up both of their spines. “let’s go take off the masks,”

leading them back into the bathroom, y/n wet a face towel and turned to jj, sitting on the counter to reach his face. he leaned into her touch as she wiped the clay mask off his face, her feet swinging in the comfortable silence. her heels hit the wooden drawers, flinching from the impact. jj took notice, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. he took the towel from her, wiping off her face mask for her.

“i’ll go get the towels,” jj said softly, helping y/n hop down. she started doing her skincare as jj went into her room, grabbing the towels off the floor and bringing them downstairs to the washroom. he waved at her parents, making his way back upstairs to watch y/n finish her skin care with a mario badescu spray.

y/n turned to him, “come here. let me spray you,” jj rose and eye brow, making y/n roll her eyes. he stepped closer and shut his eyes, flinching at the cold water on his skin. putting the cap on, y/n slid the final item into her drawer before following jj to herbed.

the bedsheets were moved out of the way quickly as the two laid down, y/n on jj’s stomach. her eyes were shut, a sudden wave of soreness from swimming and surfing washing over her. jj traced circles onto her back, eyes shutting as he also suddenly got sore and tired.

though half asleep, jj managed to mutter out “i could hold you in my arms forever.”. y/n smiled, eyes opening to look up at him.

“yeah?” y/n asked, getting a short nod ‘yes’ from jj. smiling, she closed her eyes again to let sleep takeover her.

lost - jj maybank

req. - i absolutely love your writing!!! do you do imagines based on songs? i was listening to lost by dermot kennedy and the line “But if only you could see yourself in my eyes You’d see you shine, you shine” reminds me so much of soft and sad jj being so sad after his dad is beating and ragging on him all day. and he seeks comfort in his girlfriend and is like im not going to amoung to anything just like my dad says and reader holds his face in her hands and basically says that line to him

synopsis - jj gets comforted by his girlfriend 

a/n - you are the sweetest thank you anon!! i love this idea !

t/w - abuse, swearing

w/c - 1,033

taglist - to be added go here-@harrysbbby@bbymaybank01@silversunsandstars@stilinskiandsuch@poguecollins@thelostgenerationatlast​@rewindlr​@lilpeekabooze​@teenwaywardasgardian​@write-from-the-heart​@hopelesswritingxd​@kennedywxlsh​

when everything was broken

the devil hit his second stride

but you remember what i told you

“own up to your shit!” luke screamed, watching jj cower away. he scowled, holding the beer glass. swinging it around nonchalantly, luke took a final sip before swinging it down onto the ground. the impact made the glass break into many pieces, some flying into jj’s legs and digging their way through his skin. blood formed quickly, meeting the tears in his eyes. 

covering his head, jj’s body shook. he leaned against the wall, where the chipping paint fell onto his scalp. light sobs came from him, trying to stay silent but failing. “a fucking, fucking disappointment you are. i didn’t ask for this,” luke yelled, motioning to the shit-show around them. “most importantly, i didn’t fucking ask for you. i didn’t ask, for you to be-to be gone all the time! never fucking home! probably whoring around like you do. like your mother did. you sleep with everyyy body don’t you. always acting like a fucking princess. remember where we are? landed in fucking debt because of you! son of a bitch!” luke screamed, the loudest he ever had. he grabbed another shard of glass, tossing it into the boys thigh. “you will never be anything.” luke seemed to ‘remind’ jj of this constantly. 

someday, i’ll need your spine to hide behind

for fear of moments stolen

i don’t want to say goodnight

jj continued to cry, one of his hands moving to clutch the thigh in pain. stumbling away, luke left the shack and got into his truck. as the tires rolled away, jj continued to cry for what seemed like hours. his head throbbed from pain and terror, not feeling well enough to move. once he could move anymore, he used the wall to stand straight and move. his vision was blurred, but ignoring it he grabbed the keys to his bike.

jj made his way outside and onto the bike, hands shaking as he desperately turned the key in the bike to turn it on. the moment it was on, he was speeding away from the awful place he refused to call home. in a few long minutes he was outside of his girlfriends house, tossing the bike carelessly across the road before moving around the side of the house, to where y/n’s room was. 

but I’ll still see you in the morning

still know your heart and still know both your eyes 

i could have told you ‘bout the long nights

searching through the ground to find a rock was seemingly hard, especially at night and when you could barely see. finding a tiny pebble, jj took it and tossed it against the window. the noise wasn’t quiet, but also wasn’t loud enough to wake y/n’s family. 

the window opened quickly, revealing a tired y/n. she met eyes with jj quickly, whatever tired she held seemingly disappeared at the sight of him. his hair was disheveled and he was leaning more on his left side, also as though it was hard for him to stand. her window wasn’t to high up, so silently she helped him through and onto the bed.

 how no one loves the birds that don’t rise
so you can tell the heroes go hide
my sense of wonder’s just a little tired

as the light changed, y/n could see jj more clearly. his face was tear stained, red and blotchy. yellow and green bruises continued to form, more the minute. and it wasn’t hard to notice the blood that dripped from his thigh, and more from his calves down. y/n pulled him close, feeling the boy flinch at the movement. his body was stiff, never changing from the pose until he finally realized he wasn’t going to get hurt. the hug was y/n’s silent ask on what happened.

“i don’t remember how it started. all i remember was him just… screaming. and throwing stuff,” jj shook his head, pulling y/n close as his breath sped up. “he threw the glass and it got in ‘m legs. he screamed at me that i.. i just wouldn’t be anything. and he called me a..” tears started forming again. it wasn’t long before they fell down his face, and y/n wiped them. “he said i was a whore like my mom. and im the reason theres debt and i fucking.. i hate him. so much..” he punched at the bed, sobbing into y/ns shoulder. she cooed softly, rubbing his back to try and calm the poor boy. “i always believe him. maybe i am nothing. im stupid, i mean come on. im basically worthless.”

y/n bit her lip, shaking her head. “no. don’t say that,” she pulled away from jj, grabbing his face between her hands. “if only you could see yourself in my eyes,” she cooed, shaking away her own tears as she reminded herself to stay strong. “you’d see you shine. you shine,” she repeated the last part silently, wiping away jj’s tears.

i know you’d never leave me behind
but i am lost this time

jj’s tears didn’t slow, even as he tried to blink them away. he shook his head, looking away from his girlfriend. y/n tapped his cheek with her finger to get him to look at her again. “you mean everything to me.” she said softly, pulling jj in for a soft kiss. his salty tears mixed into the kiss quickly, and it only seemed to show that there was no lust in that kiss in that moment, only love. and their love was ever growing. 

pulling away, their foreheads rested against eachothers. “don’t listen to him, your.. luke. he isn’t your father. he never was and never will be.” y/n said softly, one of her hands moving from jj’s face to hold his hand. she squeezed it three times, reminding him that she loves him. 

are we destined to burn or will we last the night?
i will hold you ‘til i hold you right
but if only you could see yourself in my eyes
you’d see you shine, you shine