Characters: Kie, Reader (Kie’s sister), JJ x reader (kinda)
Warnings: none
Word Count: 300
A/N: maybe i’ll do a part 2 ? lmk !
Request (anon): reader (kie’s sister) being afraid to tell jj that she likes him cause she feels like he doesn’t like her back and when kie notices she asks her sister questions and she (reader) says that she always compared herself to kie cause she thought that jj would like a girl like kie and not her
You stared at the fire, chewing at your thumbnail as you let your mind trail off. The rest of the pogues were all deep in conversation about an upcoming party. They were all too engulfed in their convo to notice how out of it you were- well, all except your sister.
Kie had noticed the last few weeks you had been abnormally quiet and too caught up in your own thoughts to really pay attention to those around you. But what had really tipped her off was that you had started biting your thumbnail again- an old nervous habit you had broken long ago.
“I’m gonna go grab some more snacks,” Kie announced, standing up and turning to the house, “Y/N, do you mind helping me?”
“Huh?” You snapped out of your daze, looking at your sister with furrowed brows as you tried to decipher what she had just said.
“Will you help me grab snacks?” She repeated with an eye roll.
“Oh yeah- sure,” you said quickly, standing up and following Kie inside.The second the door shut, she turned around to face you, “What’s going on with you?”
“What? N-Nothing,” you said, ignoring the blush forming on your face.
Your sister gave you an unamused look, “Y/N/N, come on, you’re not fooling me,” she deadpanned, “Now just tell me, what’s been going on,”
“It’s nothing really… I just,” you sighed, brushing your hair out of your eyes, “I just don’t know what to do,”
“About….” Kie dragged out the word as she pried, trying to get you to tell her the truth about whatever had been going on.
“I like a guy,” your voice came out as a whisper, and you could barely look her in the eye as you said it.
“Seriously? All this over a guy?” Kie laughed, a grin across her face, “Aw, little Y/N’s got a crush!” She teased, wrapping her arm around you and giving your shoulder a squeeze.
You shook your head, “No, Kie… it’s not just any guy, okay…
"Oh, come on, Y/N,”
“It’s JJ,” you blurted out. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders as you finally told someone about what had been gnawing at you for weeks.
“Really?” She said, raising her brows in shock as you came clean.
You rubbed the back of your neck, “I know, I know, it’s stupid- but I can’t stop thinking about telling him how I feel. I just wanna get it off my chest,” you took a breath, “But I could never do that, ‘no pogue in pogue macking’…” you repeated the rule solemnly, “Plus, it’s not like JJ would ever like a girl like me
”Like a girl like you?“ Kie gave you an odd look, "Y/N, what do you mean? Any guy would be more than lucky to have you,”
“Oh come on, Kie,” you rolled your eyes at your sister’s attempt to make you feel better, “How would JJ ever even look at me like that when you’re here,”
“Y/N,” Kie’s eyes softened as she saw how much this was bothering you.
“I can’t compete with you, Kie,” you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “You’re basically perfect- you’re funny, and gorgeous, and sweet, and-”
“Y/N,” she cut you off. “Y/N/N, don’t compare yourself to me, or anyone else. You’re gorgeous- and hilarious and one of the kindest people I know. And any guy would be insane not to see that,” she gently wiped the tears from your eyes and pulled you into a hug.
“Thanks, Kie,” You said, your voice muffled by her hair.
Characters: JJ x Reader (kinda), John B, Pope, Kie, Sarah
Warnings: n/a
w/c: 800ish
Summary:JJ has a little too much to drink and needs a little taking care of.
“Y/NNN!”
You dropped your head in defeat as John B screamed your name as he ran past you. “And I think that’s my que to leave,” you offered the group of girls you had befriended a tight-lipped smile.
They exchanged odd looks as you took off after your best friend. You didn’t manage to catch up to him until you made it to the van where Pope, JJ, and John B were already inside. You climbed in the back, taking your usual spot next to JJ.
“What happened?” You asked, slightly out of breath, “Did you guys get into it with Rafe and Top again or…”
“No,” John B snapped, “And if we had, they would have been the ones to start it-”
Pope cut him off before he had the chance to start on a never-ending rant about the Kooks, “It’s JJ,” he nodded toward the boy next to you, giving you a look.
You turned, finally getting a real look at him and just now realizing how uncharacteristically quiet he had been. His face was flushed and his eyes were partially closed, “Good god,” You muttered, “Somebody had wayyy too much to drink tonight,” You looked over at Pope stifling a laugh, “I didn’t know it was possible for him to drink too much-”
“I am perfectly fine, thank you for asking,” JJ’s words slurred and his head bobbed up to look at you, “I can handle my alcohol,”
You sighed as his head slumped to the side, resting against your shoulder, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this. I swear if he yacks on me-”
As if he was waiting for you to say something, JJ lurched forward and threw up his stomach contents all over your sneakers and the van floor.
“Oh come on man!” “Not in my car, dude!”
“Oh god-JJ,” you covered your mouth, holding back the urge to puke, “These were new shoes,”
Suddenly the van’s back door slid open again, this time revealing Kie and Sarah, “What did we miss-” Kie stopped mid-sentence when she saw the vomit, “Oh hell no.”
Sarah gagged and turned away, shaking her head, “We’re gonna walk home,” She quickly decided, Kie eagerly nodded in agreement.
“Wow thanks guys,” you said sarcastically as the two slowly backed away from the van, “So helpful.”
“Sorry, I just remembered we have this thing that we said we’d do…” Kie lied and gave you a small smile before she and Sarah sped away and back toward the party.
“You guys suck,” John B muttered, turning over the engine and driving to the chateau.
You groaned looking down at the mess on your shoes, but then snapped out of it, remembering how sick the boy next to you was. “JJ?” you said softly, gently grabbing his face so he’d look at you, “You okay now?”
He blinked, “Think so,” he slurred, “S-sorry about the shoes,”
“Its okay- but I’m definitely going to make you wash them when your hangover wears off-”
“I do not get hungover,” he mumbled, “I am JJ Maybank. I can handle-”
“Yes. Yes, you can handle your alcohol- you’ve mentioned it,” you held back another laugh, shaking at his stubbornness, “We’ll see about that tomorrow.”
John B peeled into the front yard and took the keys out of the ignition.
“JJ, come on,” you nudged him slightly and followed Pope out of the van, extending your hand out to JJ. It took him a few seconds, but he finally grabbed hold and stumbled out towards you and Pope. He leaned forward into you, nearly knocking you over with his weight. “Woah, there JJ,”
Pope managed to grab one of JJ’s arms to take some of the weight and you put his other arm around your shoulder, “Come on J, let’s get you inside,”
You and Pope managed to practically drag JJ inside, you made sure to kick off your ruined sneakers before getting indoors, “Do you need to yack again?” You looked toward the blonde boy, figuring getting the remainder of the alcohol in his system out was the best decision.
He shrugged in response, but you nodded to Pope in the direction of the bathroom. The two of you slowly lowered JJ to the ground, who was quick to lunge for the toilet and finish getting the liquor out of his system.
The color in Pope’s face drained at the sight and he decided to head outside with John B.
“Y/N?” JJ groaned, still leaned over the bowl, “I don’t feel very good,”
“Really?” you raised a brow and rubbed his back, “I never would’ve guessed,”
“Y/N?”
“What’s up J?”
“Thank you,” he mumbled, sitting up.
“For what?” you furrowed your brows at his words.
“For always being here for me,”
You smiled, “Of course JJ, always.” Your heart fluttered at his sweet words, “Alright, let’s get you in bed, huh?”
He nodded weakly and you wrapped an arm around him, helping him stand up and get his bearings. He wrapped his arm tightly around you and stumbled toward the guest room, you helped keep him upright. The moment you stepped inside JJ flopped forward onto the bed, taking you with him from his hold on your waist.
“JJ?!” Your words came out muffled by the pillows and blankets you were lying face down in. He only groaned and you sighed in defeat, pinned under his arm. Guess you were spending your night with JJ- and not in a way you had ever anticipated.
Summary:Y/N and Rafe had never liked each other and Y/N is less than thrilled when Rafe gets into a fight at a party and she’s the one who has to help fix him up.
a/n: enjoy this enemy to lover type beat :) it’s a little spicier than i normally write, hope you all like it !
please DON’T steal my work it’s literally not cool- also i would LOVE if you left some feedback ! thank u and hope u guys enjoy :))
“Sarah!” Topper rounded the corner, a worried look on his face as he waved her over.
Sarah groaned, “Now what?” She huffed under her breath. She walked over to him and you followed close behind.
“How much do you wanna bet it’s Rafe again?” you raised your eyebrows at your best friend as the two of you shared a look.
“It’s Rafe. Some guy said something to him and a fight broke out.” Topper confirmed your suspicions as he led the two of you to the kitchen.
You scoffed slightly, of course, it was Rafe causing problems. When was he not?
Several of your friends liked Rafe and enjoyed hanging out with him- you were quite the opposite. While many thought Rafe was charming and hot, you saw him for the cocky and selfish asshole that he was. He didn’t care for you much either, always seeing you as his little sister’s annoying friend.
You and Sarah pushed through the crowd that had formed in the kitchen, still following Topper. The fight had cooled down, but both boys were still reeling with anger as they tried to catch their breaths.
Rafe was leaning against the marble countertop, his lip and knuckles bloody. His hair was strewn about, much different than his usual slicked back style, and his forehead was lined with sweat. His shoulders rose up and down as he stood heaving, still trying to steady his breathing.
“All right enough!” Sarah yelled, trying to disperse the crowd and get things to settle down before anything else happened. “Everybody outside now, there’s nothing to see here!”
“Gonna make your sister bail you out of a fight, Cameron?” The boy Rafe had just been fighting taunted, “Fight me!”
Rafe’s face grew red and he stepped toward the boy. Luckily, Topper stepped in front of him first, nipping the problem in the bus before they started again. A few other guys grabbed the other kid and ushered him outside.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you looked around the kitchen. The bowl of punch and several other drinks had been knocked off the counter during their brawl and were now covering the tile floor, “Dammit, Rafe,”
Rafe ignored you wiping the blood on his lower lip away with his thumb. He shoved Topper aside so he could grab his beer, which conveniently hadn’t been knocked to the ground like most everything else.
“No,” Sarah shook her head and grabbed the bottle first, dumping the remainder into the sink, “No more. Just go upstairs before you ruin something else,”
“Screw you, Sarah,” he snapped back, “I don’t take orders from you-”
“Rafe, just go upstairs!” She glared at her older brother, “It’s the least you could do while I clean up this mess,”
“I don’t-”
“Y/N,” she interrupted him and looked at you for some help, “Can you please just take him upstairs and make sure he stays there?”
You hesitated, knowing that spending more time with Rafe than necessary was something you desperately wanted to avoid. But, you also knew how fed up Sarah was with him and the disaster he’d created in the kitchen. “Come on Rafe,” you finally said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the stairs and up to his room.
He scoffed, pulling out of your grip and storming ahead of you up the stairs, making a point to be as loud as possible.
You gave Sarah a look, saying something along the lines of “your brother is literally the biggest asshole I have ever met.“ She mouthed a “thank you” before you followed him upstairs.
You finally made it to his room, he shoved open the door and stomped inside.
“Genuine question Rafe, do you enjoy making mine and Sarah’s night’s hell?” You shut the door behind you as you followed him inside.
Rafe rolled his eyes, “How about you mind your business,” he spat.
“Well, it’s pretty hard to stay out of it when you ruin every party by starting a fight,” you snapped back.
“You know what?” He spun around to face you and you could practically feel the anger coming off of him, “Fuck you, Y/N. I didn’t ask you to come up here. I’m not a stupid child, you don’t have to sit up here and babysit me,”
“Well, maybe if you stopped acting like an 8-year-old, Sarah and I could actually enjoy our night instead of having to watch your every move.” You glared at him, feeling your nails dig into your palms as your clenched fists tightened. “You’re a spoiled prick, and one day, all you’re friends are gonna realize that.”
“Funny, hearing that coming from you Y/N,” he said, his voice low as he took a step closer to you, “You and Sarah are so stuck up-” he abruptly stopped when he raised a finger to point at you, wincing in pain.
Your mouth had been open, ready to take another dig at him, but you hesitated when you saw the flash of pain across his face.
“ What’s wrong?” You asked impatiently.
Rafe gritted his teeth and shook his head, “Nothing, I’m fine,”
You rolled your eyes, “Obviously you aren’t, what is it?” Your voice softened slightly as you stepped toward him.
“Y/N, seriously. It’s nothing, okay?” He stepped back, but you didn’t miss the way he winced when he moved his shoulder. “I swear I’ll stay up here the rest of the night. Just go and enjoy your night with Sarah,” He huffed, “And my sincerest apologies for ruining the party” he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he gave you a tight-lipped smile.
You ignored him and didn’t say a word, reaching forward and unbuttoning his navy blue button-up, determined to see what was wrong with him.
“Y/N, quit it,” he tried to brush you away but you were relentless, “I told you I’m fine-”
“Oh my God, Rafe,” you breathed out as you pulled away the shirt to reveal a nasty gash going from the top of his shoulder to almost the middle of his chest.
“It’s not that bad,”
You ignored him and rolled your eyes, tugging at his shirt as you took it off of him. You dropped it to the floor, looking at your red hands. The shirt’s dark color had disguised the blood, blending in with the sweat that had covered the shirt as a result of his fight.
“Sit down,” you ordered, this time Rafe didn’t refute you and sat down on the end of his bed.
You left for a moment, entering his connecting bathroom and rummaging through the cabinets until you found a first aid kit. You tossed the plastic container on the bed next to Rafe and took a closer look at his chest, “What the hell even cut you?” You wondered aloud.
Rafe shrugged, “When he shoved me I hit the counter pretty hard but it doesn’t even hurt- ow,” he hissed as you touched the gash while trying to get a better look at it.
“Doesn’t hurt, huh?” You repeated, raising a brow. You popped open the first aid kit and pulled out a prepackaged alcohol pad. “This is gonna sting,” you informed him as you ripped it open and went to work cleaning his wound.
Rafe took a sharp breath and tried to pull away at the burning sensation.
“Don’t be a little bitch,”
If looks could kill, you’d be dead by the way Rafe was glaring at you as you continued to work at the awkward angle. Once you were sure that it was cleaned up enough, you turned and grabbed a few bandages from the box. You held up the first bandage, eyeballing the size to make sure it would cover the gash.
“Dammit,” you muttered under your breath, getting frustrated with how difficult it was to get a good angle to put the bandage on him.
“What?” He snapped his glare still unwavering.
“It’s nothing- I just can’t get a good angle I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to wrap this up well enough,”
Rafe rolled his eyes and before you could comprehend what he was doing his left hand had grabbed your waist. He guided your hips and plopped you down so you were straddling him in his lap.
“Rafe! What are you-”
“Fixing the problem,” he replied simply, “Now you have a good angle. Bandage me up.”
You didn’t miss the smirk playing on his lips, but you swallowed the lump in your throat and went back to work. He winced as your hands smoothed out the bandage covering his chest. You grabbed some medical tape and taped the edges down so they wouldn’t peel up when he put his shirt back on or moved around.
“Okay,” you looked up at him, still sitting on his thighs as you spoke, “I think you’re all good-” That’s when you felt it. Oh my god.
Rafe’s smirk only grew when he watched you notice the hardness in his pants. He couldn’t help but relish the moment as you shifted uncomfortably under his stare, “You gonna help me with that too?” He asked with a smug grin.
Summary:Y/N and Rafe had never liked each other and Y/N is less than thrilled when Rafe gets into a fight at a party and she’s the one who has to help fix him up.
a/n: enjoy this enemy to lover type beat :) it’s a little spicier than i normally write, hope you all like it !
please DON’T steal my work it’s literally not cool- also i would LOVE if you left some feedback ! thank u and hope u guys enjoy :))
“Sarah!” Topper rounded the corner, a worried look on his face as he waved her over.
Sarah groaned, “Now what?” She huffed under her breath. She walked over to him and you followed close behind.
“How much do you wanna bet it’s Rafe again?” you raised your eyebrows at your best friend as the two of you shared a look.
“It’s Rafe. Some guy said something to him and a fight broke out.” Topper confirmed your suspicions as he led the two of you to the kitchen.
You scoffed slightly, of course, it was Rafe causing problems. When was he not?
Several of your friends liked Rafe and enjoyed hanging out with him- you were quite the opposite. While many thought Rafe was charming and hot, you saw him for the cocky and selfish asshole that he was. He didn’t care for you much either, always seeing you as his little sister’s annoying friend.
You and Sarah pushed through the crowd that had formed in the kitchen, still following Topper. The fight had cooled down, but both boys were still reeling with anger as they tried to catch their breaths.
Rafe was leaning against the marble countertop, his lip and knuckles bloody. His hair was strewn about, much different than his usual slicked back style, and his forehead was lined with sweat. His shoulders rose up and down as he stood heaving, still trying to steady his breathing.
“All right enough!” Sarah yelled, trying to disperse the crowd and get things to settle down before anything else happened. “Everybody outside now, there’s nothing to see here!”
“Gonna make your sister bail you out of a fight, Cameron?” The boy Rafe had just been fighting taunted, “Fight me!”
Rafe’s face grew red and he stepped toward the boy. Luckily, Topper stepped in front of him first, nipping the problem in the bus before they started again. A few other guys grabbed the other kid and ushered him outside.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you looked around the kitchen. The bowl of punch and several other drinks had been knocked off the counter during their brawl and were now covering the tile floor, “Dammit, Rafe,”
Rafe ignored you wiping the blood on his lower lip away with his thumb. He shoved Topper aside so he could grab his beer, which conveniently hadn’t been knocked to the ground like most everything else.
“No,” Sarah shook her head and grabbed the bottle first, dumping the remainder into the sink, “No more. Just go upstairs before you ruin something else,”
“Screw you, Sarah,” he snapped back, “I don’t take orders from you-”
“Rafe, just go upstairs!” She glared at her older brother, “It’s the least you could do while I clean up this mess,”
“I don’t-”
“Y/N,” she interrupted him and looked at you for some help, “Can you please just take him upstairs and make sure he stays there?”
You hesitated, knowing that spending more time with Rafe than necessary was something you desperately wanted to avoid. But, you also knew how fed up Sarah was with him and the disaster he’d created in the kitchen. “Come on Rafe,” you finally said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the stairs and up to his room.
He scoffed, pulling out of your grip and storming ahead of you up the stairs, making a point to be as loud as possible.
You gave Sarah a look, saying something along the lines of “your brother is literally the biggest asshole I have ever met.“ She mouthed a “thank you” before you followed him upstairs.
You finally made it to his room, he shoved open the door and stomped inside.
“Genuine question Rafe, do you enjoy making mine and Sarah’s night’s hell?” You shut the door behind you as you followed him inside.
Rafe rolled his eyes, “How about you mind your business,” he spat.
“Well, it’s pretty hard to stay out of it when you ruin every party by starting a fight,” you snapped back.
“You know what?” He spun around to face you and you could practically feel the anger coming off of him, “Fuck you, Y/N. I didn’t ask you to come up here. I’m not a stupid child, you don’t have to sit up here and babysit me,”
“Well, maybe if you stopped acting like an 8-year-old, Sarah and I could actually enjoy our night instead of having to watch your every move.” You glared at him, feeling your nails dig into your palms as your clenched fists tightened. “You’re a spoiled prick, and one day, all you’re friends are gonna realize that.”
“Funny, hearing that coming from you Y/N,” he said, his voice low as he took a step closer to you, “You and Sarah are so stuck up-” he abruptly stopped when he raised a finger to point at you, wincing in pain.
Your mouth had been open, ready to take another dig at him, but you hesitated when you saw the flash of pain across his face.
“ What’s wrong?” You asked impatiently.
Rafe gritted his teeth and shook his head, “Nothing, I’m fine,”
You rolled your eyes, “Obviously you aren’t, what is it?” Your voice softened slightly as you stepped toward him.
“Y/N, seriously. It’s nothing, okay?” He stepped back, but you didn’t miss the way he winced when he moved his shoulder. “I swear I’ll stay up here the rest of the night. Just go and enjoy your night with Sarah,” He huffed, “And my sincerest apologies for ruining the party” he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he gave you a tight-lipped smile.
You ignored him and didn’t say a word, reaching forward and unbuttoning his navy blue button-up, determined to see what was wrong with him.
“Y/N, quit it,” he tried to brush you away but you were relentless, “I told you I’m fine-”
“Oh my God, Rafe,” you breathed out as you pulled away the shirt to reveal a nasty gash going from the top of his shoulder to almost the middle of his chest.
“It’s not that bad,”
You ignored him and rolled your eyes, tugging at his shirt as you took it off of him. You dropped it to the floor, looking at your red hands. The shirt’s dark color had disguised the blood, blending in with the sweat that had covered the shirt as a result of his fight.
“Sit down,” you ordered, this time Rafe didn’t refute you and sat down on the end of his bed.
You left for a moment, entering his connecting bathroom and rummaging through the cabinets until you found a first aid kit. You tossed the plastic container on the bed next to Rafe and took a closer look at his chest, “What the hell even cut you?” You wondered aloud.
Rafe shrugged, “When he shoved me I hit the counter pretty hard but it doesn’t even hurt- ow,” he hissed as you touched the gash while trying to get a better look at it.
“Doesn’t hurt, huh?” You repeated, raising a brow. You popped open the first aid kit and pulled out a prepackaged alcohol pad. “This is gonna sting,” you informed him as you ripped it open and went to work cleaning his wound.
Rafe took a sharp breath and tried to pull away at the burning sensation.
“Don’t be a little bitch,”
If looks could kill, you’d be dead by the way Rafe was glaring at you as you continued to work at the awkward angle. Once you were sure that it was cleaned up enough, you turned and grabbed a few bandages from the box. You held up the first bandage, eyeballing the size to make sure it would cover the gash.
“Dammit,” you muttered under your breath, getting frustrated with how difficult it was to get a good angle to put the bandage on him.
“What?” He snapped his glare still unwavering.
“It’s nothing- I just can’t get a good angle I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to wrap this up well enough,”
Rafe rolled his eyes and before you could comprehend what he was doing his left hand had grabbed your waist. He guided your hips and plopped you down so you were straddling him in his lap.
“Rafe! What are you-”
“Fixing the problem,” he replied simply, “Now you have a good angle. Bandage me up.”
You didn’t miss the smirk playing on his lips, but you swallowed the lump in your throat and went back to work. He winced as your hands smoothed out the bandage covering his chest. You grabbed some medical tape and taped the edges down so they wouldn’t peel up when he put his shirt back on or moved around.
“Okay,” you looked up at him, still sitting on his thighs as you spoke, “I think you’re all good-” That’s when you felt it. Oh my god.
Rafe’s smirk only grew when he watched you notice the hardness in his pants. He couldn’t help but relish the moment as you shifted uncomfortably under his stare, “You gonna help me with that too?” He asked with a smug grin.
Summary: JJ and Y/N both have very different ways of grieving their loss.
a/n:i’m not sure why i felt the need to write something so sad today so i would just like to apologize lol
pretty please DON’T steal my work it’s literally not cool- also i would LOVE if you left some feedback ! thank u and hope u guys enjoy :))
Your leg bounced nervously from your position on the couch. The TV was on, but you were paying it no attention, instead, more focused on the dozens of things racing through your head.
You hadn’t seen JJ since the day that John B and Sarah were pronounced dead, it had been almost 3 days now.
Originally, you had tried to be patient with him, knowing he was grieving a best friend and that the loss of John B had hit him hard. But, it was starting to feel like JJ had forgotten that you were grieving as well- and John B wasn’t just a best friend to you, he was a brother. Hell, he had been the only real family you had left. You had always counted on JJ being in your corner, but now he was nowhere to be found.
You checked your phone for probably the tenth time in the past 15 minutes. You weren’t surprised, but still furious to see that JJ hadn’t bothered to call or reply to the dozens of texts and voice mails you had left him.
While part of you was fuming at the boy for disappearing and leaving you with no notice, there was a constant nag of worry for him that was eating away at you. Was he okay? Had something happened?
Kiara and Pope seemed less worried than you about JJ, figuring that he just needed time alone to figure things out. But that was easy for them to say, they had each other to find solace in. You had spent the last 3 days trying to navigate life without your big brother alone and it was devastating.
Your head snapped at the sound of the front door opening, revealing the blonde boy who had been causing you so much anguish. He looked awful- not that you were looking your best. His eyes were red and puffy and from the way he stumbled inside, it was obvious he was intoxicated.
You rolled your eyes, barely able to contain your anger. “No call? No text? What, was I supposed to just guess when you were gonna come back?”
JJ sighed, waving you off, “Sorry,” He mumbled, sounding slightly annoyed by your anger.
“Sorry’s not gonna cut it-” you scoffed, “Where the hell have you been?”
He groaned and rolled his eyes, “Y/N, just screw off,”
“Screw off?“ you repeated, your voice rising as you spoke, "I have sat on this damn couch calling and texting you for days! I had no idea where you were or if you were ever coming back!”
“Okay, well I’m back now,” he snapped, “Stop making it a big deal,”
“Look I get it,” You shook your head, “You’re grieving. But you can’t just disappear-”
“I just lost my best friend!” JJ screamed, finally looking you in the eyes, tears threatening to spill.
“I lost my brother!” you choked out, “H-He was the only family I had left! And I know you’re hurting- believe me, I know. But I thought…” You took a shaky breath, tears falling as you spoke, “God, I thought I would always have you by my side,”
JJ just stared at you, “Y/N, I’m sorry,” He ran his hand through his blonde hair, “But I just can’t. I need space and time to think. I can’t be here,” He exasperated, looking around the Chateau, “Everything- All of this, it reminds me of him. Hell, I can’t even look at you right now,”
You know he didn’t mean to hurt you, but his words stung.
“You look just like him. I-I just can’t.”
Before you could say another word, JJ had left, slamming the front door behind him and leaving you once again, alone and crying.
The Other Side: JJ and Y/N clearly feel something for each other, though Pogues and Kooks are never supposed to be together. (JJ X Reader and Rafe x Reader)
Friday Night:JJ refuses to let Y/N spend her Friday night studying.
Suprise:Y/N comes back from boarding school to suprise JJ
Starry Night:Y/N and JJ finally admit their feelings to each other.
Good Intentions:The truth about how JJ has been feeing finally comes out.
New Girl:Y/N has just moved to the Outer Banks and finds a new friend that makes her think that maybe being the new girl won’t be so bad.
Car Troubles:JJ saves the day and helps Y/N out when she has some car troubles.
My Protector:Unsurprisingly, Rafe and JJ get into it during a party.
Little Sister:No pogue-on-pogue max king has always been a rule for the friend group. Fortunately, JJ and Y/N have never been ones to follow the rules.
Smooth Move:JJ comes over to stay the night with Y/N after a rough night at home.
Rafe
First Kiss:Rafe finds out who your first kiss was and isn’t too thrilled about it.
John B
The Golden Rule: Y/N and John B break the Golden Rule of pouge life.
Life As a Pogue
Girl’s Night:Y/N and Kie take a break from the boys and have a girls night.
Summary:JJ saves the day and helps Y/N when she has some car troubles.
You groaned, pulling over to the side of the road as your car slowed to a stop, “Dammit,” you slammed your palm on your steering wheel in frustration as you opened your door to look at your car, immediately noticing that your back wheel was flat. You rested your head on your steering wheel in defeat as you realized there was no way you’d make it to the airport in time.
You snatched your phone up from the driver’s seat, catching a glimpse of a text message from JJ, “text me when you get on the plane. miss you already :)”
You clicked on his contact and called him, preparing yourself for the crap he was about to give you for needing help fixing a tire.
“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He answered.
“Hey,” you sighed, “I got a flat… can you please come help me?” Though you couldn’t see him, you could picture the cocky grin on his face.
“You don’t know how to change a tire?” He said, poking fun at you, “Wow, if only you had a boyfriend or someone who could have taught you how to do that…” He joked, referring to the many times he had tried to teach you how to do things like change a flat.
You could practically hear your earlier conversations, “It’s an important thing to know Y/N. What if one day I’m not there to help you?” You’d always brushed him off before, but you were greatly regretting your decision to now.
“Please JJ,”
“Of course JJ,” he laughed softly, “I’m on my way, I’ll be there in like twenty,”
“Thanks,” you sighed, shutting your door and preparing to wait for his help.
“And hey,” JJ added, “Sucks that you missed your plane, but that just means you get to come over tonight… you’re gonna owe me for fixing your tire,”
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You sat on the HMS Pogue, a smile wide across your face as the wind whipped through your hair. You glanced to JJ who was sitting beside you, his smile just as wide as yours.
He looked over, catching your eyes, “Wanna drink?” He asked, raising a brow.
“Yeah, sure,” you shrugged.
JJ nodded, reaching over you toward the cooler that you hadn’t noticed before on your left.
“Oh sorry, I can grab-” your offer was cut short and you trailed off as JJ’s other hand landed on top of your thigh as he finally managed to grab the drinks. Your stomach did a flip at his touch and you had to stop yourself from gasping out loud.
“Here,” he handed you a can and kept one for himself. Leaving his hand sitting gently on your thigh, “You alright?” He asked, looking at your flushed cheeks and parted lips with a grin- knowing exactlywhat he was doing.
“Y-Yeah… Yeah, I’m great,” you breathed. JJ smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but a loud splash interrupted the moment.
“JJ! Y/N! Are you guys getting in or what?” John B hollered, then jumped into the cool water to join the rest of the pogues.
You laughed softly, standing up with JJ. You pulled off your shirt, leaving you in your favorite striped bathing suit and followed JJ to the front of the boat.
You were about to jump into the water when JJ laced his fingers into yours, “Y/N,” You looked back at him, a smile still across your face.
“I just wanted to say, this has been a lot of fun- you’ve been a lot of fun,” JJ blushed slightly and looked away for a second, “Do you think you’d wanna do it again sometime?”
“JJ,” you paused, took a breath, and before you could convince yourself not to, leaned in and pressed your lips to his.
JJ hesitated for a moment, clearly surprised by your response, but he quickly regained his confidence. His hands dragging down around your waist, pulling you into his body as he deepened the kiss.
The two of you pulled away for a moment, catching your breath, “Was that a good enough answer for you Maybank?” You asked, still a little breathless from the kiss. JJ laughed softly, unable to stop his smiling as he went in for another.
You stifled a laugh as you heard the Pogues in the water hollaring at the two of you.
“Get a room!” Pope joked, earning the finger from JJ as he pulled you even closer to him.
You couldn’t help but think of Rafe as JJ kissed you.
Not because you were missing him, but because you wondered if this was what it’s supposed to feel like. This spark, the constant butterflies- was this love?
How had you been foolish enough to think that what you had with Rafe was anything close to love?
your head was pounding as you rolled over right into sarah. you opened your eyes and looked at your surroundings, you were at the chateau currently sandwiched in between sarah and kie.
what the fuck had happened last night?
the last you had remembered was taking pulls from the tequila bottle with jj and then chugging before grabbing your phone to do something.
after that, nothing.
you looked around the bedroom, john b sprawled out on the floor, but no sight of your phone. you frowned.
you carefully pushed yourself up and got out of bed, trying to let the others sleep. jj and pope were asleep in the living room, yet your phone wasn’t there either.
you decided to walk outside, figuring you might have gone out there to do whatever nonsense you were up to. you knew you did stupid shit when you were drunk. that’s why one of them were always in charge of your phone, but SOMEONE had given it back to you.
you didn’t know who but depending on the damage you’d done, you’d chew them out about not keeping it from you better even tho it was entirely your fault.
you shuffled around outside, looking for it to no aid. it wasn’t by the hot tub or by the fire pit, so you walked to the dock.
sure enough, there it was, right on the edge. you sighed to yourself and sat down, not wanting to face anyone before you figured out what you did.
if you had run all the way out here it had to be bad.
you clicked your phone on and saw a text from rafe. your stomach flipped. you must have had some BALLS last night to text rafe as you were so nervous around that man.
you didn’t want to open it, but you did anyway. it said, ‘oh yeah? who would’ve thought pretty miss sweetheart had those words in her vocabulary. i’ll see you at the party tomorrow night and we can see what we can do about that. stay safe tonight.’
you gasped, you hadn’t even seen what you texted yet. when you did, you were mortified. how would you be able to look sarah in the eyes again after saying those things to her brother?
you couldn’t stop staring at the conversation.
y/n-heyyyyy rafey, can i tell u somethbg
rafe-y/n, are you drunk? where are you? but yes of course.
y/n-i’m w/ sarah n evryone. ofc i’m safe u don’t hav to wrry ab me silly boy
rafe-what did you want to tell me, sweetheart?
y/n-i wish u were here so u could properly fuck me ljke tbag shithead never could
rafe-oh yeah? who would’ve thought pretty miss sweetheart had those words in her vocabulary. i’ll see you at the party tomorrow night and we can see what we can do about that. stay safe tonight.
you locked your phone. you wanted to throw it in the ocean. what the fuck was wrong with you? you had recently been cheated on by your ex blake, who happened to be rafe’s friend.
you didn’t even know if rafe knew blake cheated on you. this whole thing was fucked and now you’d have to see both of them tonight and sarah was going as she was your best friend. along with your whole group of friends.
the night hadn’t even begun and it was already a disaster.
