a/n: my first public writing piece ever! please be nice, i’m sensitive :) let me know what you think and if i should publish the entire thing. this is a small part of a bigger series that i want to do and also this is not the first part, just the first part that i wrote! i’ve been wanting to do an OBX rewrite for a long time, please let me know what you think! this is a snippet of a rewrite of ep 6 of s2.
Series Summary: Rafe Cameron and Josephine Whittaker. The couple of the Outer Banks. Nobody knew how they made it work. He was brash, arrogant, and viewed pogues as nothing more than the scum on the bottom of his shoe. She was soft-spoken, kind, and despised the social and financial hierarchy. Polar opposites who somehow fell in love. But when the two are caught up in a whirlwind of events surrounding half-a-billion dollars in gold and a historic cross, their love will be tested to the fullest extent.
Preview Summary: Jo goes to make a deal with an unexpected ally.
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x OC (*Rafe isn’t in this snippet, though)
Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs (weed), Barry being a little creepy, not edited
Leaves crunch under her feet after every step. She already sees the beginnings of the mud that caked the bottom of her white Steve Maddens making their way to the sides, becoming more visible the more they trekked through it. She cringes, thinking about how much of a bitch they’re going to be to clean. Her mom was going to have a whole fit if she caught sight of them. She briefly wonders why she wore sneakers, but remembers it’s because her only other options were her sandals and it’s better her shoes be caked in mud rather than her feet.
Y’know what, I’ll just buy a new pair, she thinks as she steps in a particularly deep patch of mud, effectively ruining her current pair. She never stops walking though, her end destination being worth more than ruining a $75 dollar pair of shoes.
She finally stumbles upon the rundown trailer, a place she’d only ever been once before, but had never set foot in. She remembers seeing it through the passenger window of Rafe’s truck, but only for a short moment before he was grabbing what he needed and pulling out of there faster than he had pulled in.
She knew he didn’t want her there longer than she had to be.
She hesitates going up to the front door, realising how out of place she must look. Her stark white jeans, crop top, and (formerly) white shoes are a stark contrast to her surroundings. She’s grateful she didn’t drive because she’s sure her all-white BMW convertible would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb even more than herself.
Climbing the few steps up to the porch, she hesitates again. What was she even going to say? She had rehearsed it over and over again on the way but suddenly couldn’t remember anything she was going to say
Fuck it, she thinks before raising her fist and knocking on the screen door three times.
“Who is it?” a gruff voice shouts from within the house.
“Um, I’m looking for Barry,” she shouts back, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible.
She hears footsteps approaching and she takes a couple seconds to take in her surroundings. The wood is rotten and the floor beneath her creaks with every movement, the off-white, gray-ish color the house had faded into making the house seem dingier than it probably once was.
Not dingy, no, that’s rude, she thinks. Old, just old, She decides.
The screen door swings open, startling her out of her own thoughts. She has to move back quickly to avoid it hitting her, the floorboard beneath her letting out a discouraging squeak.
She comes face to face with Barry, or so she assumes. She hadn’t formally met him, only heard his name from around town and from Rafe a couple of times, but it wasn’t hard to tell. His black hair is pulled back in a ponytail and his outfit consists of a worker’s jumpsuit stained in what looks like grease. He leans against the doorframe with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, eying Jo with curiosity.
“Now, what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doing out here?” he asks, eyes raking down her body.
Everything she practiced goes out the window and the only thing she can manage is, “I need your help.”
He tongues the inside of his cheek and chuckles.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” he says with a smirk. He opens the door a little wider and beckons her inside, the smell of weed becoming so strong Jo has to resist the urge to wrinkle her nose in disgust. She knows he’s got the wrong idea of what she wants from him, so she figures she has to say something else quick.
“Now, I usually save my good shit for the regulars, but for a pretty lil’ thing like yourself I could–”
“It’s about Rafe.”
Even though his back is turned, she can see him visibly tense at the mention of her boyfriend’s name. She doesn’t know whether or not to take this as a good sign, so she takes a tentative step inside the house. He turns around slowly to face her, making her regret the step she just took. Then he starts to laugh.
Wait, what?
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Barry chuckles, cracking himself up even more, “If it isn’t Mrs. Country Club herself. A pleasure to finally meet you, princess. ”
She cringes internally at both the nicknames he’d given her.
“You two are quite the talk of the town, y’know? Kook prince and kook princess. Try to bring you up around Country Club but he goes apeshit. Said he doesn’t want you involved in this shit,” he smirks. “If only he could see you now.”
“Can I explain or are you just going to keep making fun of me?” she says with a sudden burst of bravery. The frustration and lack of sleep from worrying had manifested itself into a short temper these last few days and her patience was wearing thin.
Barry’s face doesn’t falter, only throwing his hands up in mock surrender before taking a seat on the couch.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Mrs. Cameron?” he jabs, kicking his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. “What’s your name again, sweetheart? Jessica? Jenny? Julia?”
“Josephine.”
He snaps his fingers in the air as if he finally remembered even though she knew he couldn’t give less of a fuck.
She takes a deep breath before speaking, afraid that if she doesn’t start now she’ll lose her courage.
“Rafe needs help. Like actual, real help. The longer Ward is able to tell him what to do, the worse he’s going to get and I’m afraid of what’s going to happen when worse comes to worst,” she starts, willing herself not to cry in front of Barry. She has a gut feeling that he wouldn’t be the most sympathetic.
“Rose isn’t going to do anything about it as long as Ward’s involved. I don’t want Wheezie to be involved any more than she is. He doesn’t trust Sarah. He doesn’t trust anyone right now except for me and, for some reason, you,” she states as she crosses her arms defensively. She wishes she could do this on her own but she knows deep down that Rafe opens up more to Barry than he does to her. She ignores the pit in her stomach that forms at that thought.
“We’re his best shot at getting the help that he needs.”
Barry’s face has dropped from the amused grin he had before, his jaw now clenched with a scowl. He kisses his teeth before scoffing, “What makes you think I want to help him, let alone you?”
“Because I know you’ve noticed. And I know you’ve been letting him stay here from time to time,” she challenges. Though they never crossed paths often, Jo knew Barry had been Rafe’s first point of contact with this whole Ward-John B-Sarah situation. Another blow to her chest.
“As for me,” she says, reaching into her crossbody slowly just in case he thinks she has a weapon, “I have this.”
Barry’s eyes lock on the wad of cash between her fingers and she knows she’s got him. If she’d learn anything from being a kook, it’s that everyone has a price. Wildly unethical, but necessary when you lived in a place like the Outer Banks. She throws the wad towards him, watching as he catches it and begins to inspect it.
“And how do I know you won’t fuck me over like your lil’ boyfriend did?” he asks, never taking his eyes off the cash.
“Because there’s more where that came from,” she promises. “And I know you’ll be able to do it.”
Barry ponders for a moment before his amused grin returns.
a/n: omg wish i could tell you how nervous i am about this shit lmao i really hope you guys like this , pls leave me a comment as always and let me know what you think! sorry its so long oops
Summary: Rafe Cameron gets everything he’s ever wanted in twenty short minutes.
Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of blood, mentions of a car accident, many poorly researched little things that i won’t put here bc spoilers
You yell out for him the second you enter the foyer of Tannyhill, shopping bags in one hand and keys in the other. He’d given you a key months ago, under the pretense of watering the plants in the kitchen during the days that everyone is at work. Rose had raised an eyebrow at him and Ward had rolled his eyes, but they didn’t protest. They love you too much.
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can y’all imagine the pure chaos that would ensue if jj and sarah really do turn out to be twins which would in turn would mean that jj is half related to rafe?
i feel like that would definitely make jj & rafe hate each other even more lol
also i feel like jj would HIGHKEY be disgusted because he definitely found sarah attractive at one point and he wouldn’t be able to look at her the same
Summary:Reader feels like it’s time for the Pogues to finally have a nice Christmas and sets up a secret santa party … only things don’t go as planned.
Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.
It’s a well-known fact, that the downside of Pogue life is being ignored and neglected. That sentiment also extends to Christmas and all that comes with it.
While figure 8 is decked out in lights and tinsel and garland, the most you’ll find at the cut is a wreath or two hung up on a door and maybe a poinsettia perched on a windowsill.
“ This year it’s gonna be different! “ (Y/N) exclaims as she steps out of the Chateau and plops down on the couch next to JJ, who’s taking a long drag from his freshly rolled blunt.
“ What are you talking about? “ Kie asks, holding her hand out and waiting for JJ to pass the joint to her. “ I mean, whatever it is I’m in, just wondering. “
“ Christmas. “
“ Christmas? “ Pope asks, eyebrow raised in question.
It’s no secret that both Pope and Kie have lucked out in the parents department. The Haywards are as loving as they come. And while Kie loves to paint her parents as the evil villains in her origin story, they’re really just looking out for her. Sure, their worry might be a bit misplaced sometimes, but It comes from a place of deep unconditional love.
That’s something not all of the Pogues can say about their parents.
“Yes, Pope. You heard me right. Aren’t you guys tired of feeling - sad? I am. Look I know we like to pretend that it doesn’t bother us and that Christmas is just a day of the year like any other. But let me be honest, because that’s what we do right? Pogues are honest with each other. ”
The group nods in unison.
“I want a nice Christmas for once. I want a tree and I want lights and good food and music and fucking hell, I think we deserve a present too!”
“ You have a plan. “ It’s not a question that leaves John B’s lips, it’s an observation. Living through shared misery makes you really get to know someone. Not just their pretty sides, all the grime and the sadness and the secrets hidden in the furthest corner of their heart. The Pogues can read each other with just a glance.
“ What about a little Pogue Christmas party? “
“ I’m — “
“ I know Pope, “ she interrupts him as he’s about to shoot down the idea. “ I know you have a full plate on Christmas day, so does Kie. I was thinking about Christmas Eve. We already have the lights out in the backyard thanks to JJ and the Hot tub incident. “
“ You’re welcome, “ the blond boy chimes up next to her, a satisfied grin on his lips and blue eyes sparkling with the power of a hundred frosted Christmas lights.
“ I was thinking maybe Kie could bring some leftover from the Wreck so all that’s left is a tree and presents. “
JJ raises his hand as you would in school, signaling a question coming (Y/N)’s way.
“ Yes, JJ ? “
“ How are we gonna pay for the presents? May I remind you, both John B and I lost our jobs recently and I have about 3 dollars to my name so … “
“ That’s why I suggest a secret Santa. That way everyone gets something but everyone only has to buy one gift, and it doesn’t have to be anything expensive or fancy either. It’s the thought that counts. “
She looks around the group of friends, eyes meeting different shades of blue and brown and hazel. None of them seem too convinced. And really it was a long shot. But there’s a nagging in her heart, clawing at the walls of her chest, knocking against her ribcage. A distant longing that long lay dormant and asleep inside her but something has awoken it and no matter how much she tries to ignore it, she can’t.
Maybe everything changing so quickly lately has her confused. Maybe seeing John B going after what he wants, Sarah and the gold and his father’s legacy, has opened her eyes a little. That things don’t have to be bad. That you can escape a life no matter how restricting and gloomy it is.
And maybe the blond boy next to her has played a part in all of this too. Everything considered he should be bitter and angry and hold more hate inside himself than any other person on this earth. Life has shown him nothing but cruelty. JJ though, despite it all, is one of the softest people she knows. He’s got a heart filled with warmth and joy and so much love for his friends. Where life should’ve made him spiteful and mean it only made him loving and loyal. And while sometimes his actions end in a bit of a disaster, they always come from a place of care and unfiltered, all-consuming love for his friends, his family.
So does he not deserve a nice Christmas? Does he not deserve one night of feeling like he is enough, like they all are?
“ What do you guys say? “
For a moment they are quiet, contemplating her words over and over and her heart sinks knowing they don’t really want to. Maybe this is all a joke to them, maybe it doesn’t mean shit. But it does to her. So where’s the harm in trying. Right?
And then she feels the soft touch of JJ’s hand against her shoulder. It’s barely there. If a whisper was a touch this would be it. But it doesn’t have to be more. It’s all it needs to be. It’s a reassurance, a promise, a hug, all in a soft little touch.
“ Sounds fun to me, “ he says and shrugs his shoulder before taking another drag of his joint. “ I mean, I don’t have anything else to do on Christmas Eve. You guys? “
He regards his friends with determined eyes.
“ Sure, why not. “ John B shrugs and lifts his beer as if to toast on it. “ You’re right. We deserve a night of decadence. “
“ Guys, not to burst your bubble but I doubt whatever will be left is gonna be a decadent meal, “ Kie chimes up, lips screwed up in disappointment.
John B takes a sip of his drink and lets out an amused chuckle. “ JJ’s been chewing on moldy toast the other day, everything’s a feast to him.“
“ I would fight you because that was rude but you aren’t wrong so I’ll let it slide. “
“ Very generous of you, good sir. “
“ You’re welcome, Darling. “
“ So, you guys are in? “
They all agree with various degrees of enthusiasm. It doesn’t matter though, not right now. They might not understand her reasoning, hell they might not even be excited. They’re in though. They agreed. They see how important it is to her, how much she longs for this one night of normalcy. And they show up. They’re there when it matters.
“ Let me just write down our names real quick and then we draw. See who gets to buy who a present. And no cheating, guys. This stays anonymous until the party. And no switching either. John B, do you think Sarah wants to join in? “
“ Yeah, “ he responds, his brown curls bouncing chaotically as he nods his head in approval “ I’m sure she’d like that. To be included. “
(Y/N) has to admit that it was a little weird at first, to add another person to their tight-knit group. Especially someone like Sarah, who never had to deal with any of the issues the Pogues are raised with. Someone who never had to choose between putting food on the table or paying the electricity bill. Someone who never had to look in the mirror and tell themselves that sometimes a parent’s love is a handprint on a cheek.
Someone who’s never had a Christmas without presents or a tree or lights or a family to spend it with.
But as much as she tried, she couldn’t help but fall in deep platonic love with the blonde. Sure, maybe she’s never had to deal with the same problems but she had her own issues, her own trauma. And maybe it’s not so much what you’ve been through that matters but how you grow from it, how you overcome it, how you find closure, and what you let it shape you into. That they all have in common. They overcome it together, with the help of each other and depending on the love and care their friends provide. So it only feels right to include her in this.
A few minutes later one after the other all the Pogues pull little scraps of paper from JJ’s hat, unfold them and without fail, each of them has a little smirk on their lips as they read the name of whoever it is they’re getting a present for. There’s something so comforting and familiar about their friendship. Something that is hard to explain to anyone that doesn’t live it. That isn’t included. All of them are so distinctly themselves and yet their bond is unwavering and can’t be broken so easily.
“ I’m glad you guys decided to trust me in this. I can’t wait for Christmas Eve, “ (Y/N) exclaims before her gaze wanders to the clock on the wall. “ And on that note, I have to leave. My shift starts in 30 minutes. John B, I trust you give Sarah her piece of paper without peeking. “
“ Cross my heart, “ he answers and follows his words with his fingers painting an invisible cross on his chest. “ No peeking.”
“Hey,” JJ speaks up, “think you can give me a ride to my place? ”
“Sure. Always”
As they sit in the car, driving through the sparsely decorated neighborhood, (Y/N) feels JJ’s eyes watching her intently.
“What’s up?”
“Hmm?”
“Why are you watching me?”
“Just wondering.”
“ ‘bout what?”
“Why is this so important to you? You never usually cared about Christmas”
(Y/N) takes a breath, tries to put her thoughts and feelings into words. It doesn’t really make sense to her how can it make sense to him? But truly If anyone will understand it’s JJ.
“ I’m not sure, I just remembered the Christmases when I was little and mom was around. We didn’t really celebrate then either but she’d put me in the car and turn the radio all the way up as they played Christmas songs and we’d drive through figure 8 and look at the lights. And every year she said one day she’d give me a Christmas like that. I think seeing John B. finally going for what he wants and deserves and seeing him trying to make his dad proud. It made me think about what I wanted and what my mom would want. So yeah … it’s silly, I know.”
“Nah, it’s not,” JJ replies and reaches over to gently ruffle her hair. “It makes sense. I don’t really remember much of my life when mom was around but I remember this one Christmas when dad was working on some ship so he wasn’t around and she was - happy. And she’d make us pancakes and draw a Christmas tree with whipped cream on it. We were so happy that morning, I’d give everything to feel like that again. I get it.”
JJ doesn’t talk about his mom, ever. It’s an unspoken rule in their friendship. Partially because he doesn’t have much to talk about and partially because it breaks his heart, to know that despite how much his dad hates him, he’s the parent that stuck around. Not his mother. Not the woman who’s supposed to love him most.
At least John B. was left with one loving parent.
So to hear him be vulnerable with her, sends an indescribable warmth through her whole body.
“Hey J, thanks for agreeing to this and having my back. Not sure the others would’ve said yes if it wasn’t for you.”
“No biggie. I think it’s a nice idea. And you’re right, we do fucking deserve something nice for once.”
His fingers keep softly stroking the back of her head, combing through her hair and making a calm settle in her bones.
“Can I tell you a secret?” She says, heart beating just a little too fast.
“Always.”
“Out of all of them, you’re my favorite.”
“That’s good. Cause you’re my favorite too.”
Sometimes there are moments when she thinks that there could be more. More than friendship. More than longing looks and fleeting touches and loving words sitting in the car driving down the cut. And then she remembers that they are friends and if something were to happen, the consequences could end all of it. What if it ends badly? Is she ready to give up their friendship for a maybe?
Not yet. Maybe not ever. So she’ll stay in this limbo with him, coming close but never arriving. Watching and waiting for something that never comes. Letting herself indulge in the what-ifs only in her dreams.
There’s a single window decked out in Christmas lights as they make their way to JJ’s place and it makes her smile. Maybe she isn’t the only one feeling the holiday spirit.
The backyard sparkles with lights, as the friends sit by the fire, bundled up in blankets, holding onto their steaming mugs of spiked hot chocolate. John B. licks the last drop of gravy off of his plate. When they agreed on Kie bringing leftovers, they hadn’t expected her to bring by a full-on feast. Ham and potatoes and gravy and pie. Maybe, (Y/N) thinks, maybe Kie’s dad doesn’t hate them all that much after all. None of this food seems like leftovers to her. Maybe it’s him feeling generous on Christmas eve or maybe it’s him having pity on the kids who never had a proper Christmas. Whatever it is, she’s entirely grateful.
“Time for presents?” (Y/N) asks, slightly bouncing in her seat which earns her a soft smile from JJ. If only she was brave enough to ask for more. To reach out her hand and take it. To tell him and see where it goes.
“Sounds good to me,” Sarah replies before pointing to a bag full of presents wrapped in all kinds of bright patterned wrapping paper. “As you know we had Wheezie wrap them so the wrapping skills or lack thereof wouldn’t give away the surprise.”
“Okay so you open your gift and then guess who you got it from and whoever gifted you will reveal themself. Got it?” (Y/N) explains, looking around her group of friends who all nod in understanding.
“Good, let’s see, this one is for John B.,” she says and hands the gift over to John B. who rips off the paper in one swift motion.
“Oooh Condoms and a - piece of paper?”
“Turn it over,” JJ explains, masking his words with a comically fake cough.
“It’s a - self-made coupon for a one-time board waxing. Now I wonder who that’s from.” John B. rubs his chin in mock consideration. “I’ll go with JJ?”
“Yeaaah Bree, you got it. You’re welcome by the way.”
“Uh - thanks I guess.” John B. Says and pulls the next gift from the bag. “This one is for Sarah”.
With a smile on her face, the blonde unwraps the package being met with a beautiful silver frame that holds a picture of her and John B. cuddled up to each other in the hammock taken sometime in summer, the light of the setting sun veiling them in a gorgeous golden glow.
“Awww I love this. Well since you’re the only one who always carries around the camera I’m gonna say this was from (Y/N)?”
The girl nods “yup. I’ve been meaning to give you that picture for a while and then I found this vintage frame at the thrift store and it just all fell into place.”
“Thank you, that’s so sweet. I love it. Okay, the net one is foooor, JJ!”
“Ooh give it here,” JJ exclaims and wiggles his fingers in excitement. “Let’s seee. A sixpack and some board wax ayyy. Nice.”
“Hey look at that, you can use it to wax my board when I cash in my coupon” John B. pipes up earning him a raised middle finger from JJ.
“How about no? You can have one of my beers though."
"So nice. A true Christmas miracle.”
“Mmmh. Okay, so I’m not sure who got me this, maybe John B.?”
“Nope”, the brunette boy replies. “Wasn’t me. ”
“That was me.” Pope chimes in. “Thought about getting you a book but I thought this was more fitting.”
“Thanks, dude. Love it. Okay who next, ” JJ fumbles the next package from the bag. “This one’s for Kie.”
The girl gingerly opens the package to reveal a dainty silver chain with a cute little turtle pendant.
“That’s adorable! ”
“And it’s handmade from a local business!” Sarah exclaims, which makes the group fall into a fit of laughter.
“What? Oh.”
“Yeaah. So I guess this one’s from Sarah,” Kie says between giggles. “Next one is for - Pope!”
He opens his gift, an engraved leather-bound notebook, rightly guessing that it’s from Kie.
“Next one is for - me again?”
The group looks around, each of them more confused than the next.
“Yeah man, that’s from me. I got you.” John B. announces.
“No, I got Pope,” Kie disagrees.
“I guess we both got Pope?"
"Then who did - oh fuck”
An uncomfortable, almost sad silence falls over the friends as they realize who must’ve been left out.
“I guess I forgot to write down my own name. It’s no big deal really.” (Y/N) says and though she tries really hard to sound unbothered.
“Hey I have two you can have this one,” Pope proposes holding the present out to her.
“No that’s okay. John bought it for you.”
Pope nods, his lips pulled into a sad smile “you sure?”
“Positive.”
While they fall back into a careless conversation fueled by the spiked chocolate and the Christmas spirit running through their hearts, (Y/N) can’t help but feel her own heart breaking a little.
Before she can dwell on it for too long, she feels JJ’s hand gently rest on the small of her back, rubbing soft, comforting circles into her skin. It sucks, it really does but it feels just a little bit better when she’s this close to him.
Pope unwraps a box holding an ugly patterned tie. So he can look “professional,” John B. says.
They finish their chocolates and as the fire dies, so does the party. One by one they leave or retire to their rooms, getting ready to spend Christmas with their families or in Sarah and John B’s case, with each other.
And in the end, it’s only (Y/N) and JJ left. looking at the dimming embers glowing faintly.
“ I’m sorry, (Y/N). I know you wanted this so badly and then we fucked it up and you didn’t even get a present. “
(Y/N) shrugs, trying not to let it show how much it really hurts. How angry she is at herself for messing this up.
“ I mean, it’s my own fault. I forgot to write down my name. And anyway — I got to spend tonight with the people I love most and you all had a good time and that’s really all that matters. “
JJ pulls her closer and places a kiss on her head which makes her forget about everything for a second. About her fuck up. About all the heartbreak she’s ever felt. About how unfair life really is. It all melts away and she wishes, oh she wishes he could do it again. And again. And again. Over and over until no wounds are left and the cracks in her heart are healed and life doesn’t feel so shit anymore.
“ Hey, Luke’s gone and I don’t really wanna be alone on Christmas eve. Wanna stay at mine? “
She wonders how anyone could say no to that. Not to JJ and his gorgeous blue eyes and that sparkle of — something that keeps looking back at her.
So she says yes. Of course, she says yes. It will always be a yes with JJ. Always.
JJ’s bed is soft. It’s so soft she wonders if he misses it while he’s staying at the Chateau. It’s like sleeping on a cloud. The pillows smell like ocean air and JJ’s shampoo. It all smells of JJ. Warm and familiar and comforting. It smells like home to her. He’s home to her. So it’s no wonder (Y/N) falls asleep approximately 10 seconds after her head hits the pillow.
It isn’t until the notes of Queen’s “Thank god it’s Christmas” echo through the small house, that (Y/N) is shaken from her slumber.
“ What the fuck? “
Gripped by curiosity, (Y/N) makes her way down the hall and turns the corner to the living room when her jaw drops.
The whole living area is decked out in hundreds of thousands of sparkling Christmas lights. Like an ocean of colors, a sea of stars. There’s tinsel hanging from the doorways and garlands strung along the ceiling.
“What in the -”
“You’re up!” JJ steps into the room, two plates in his hand piled with what looks and smells like delicious sweet pancakes and a smile on his face that puts all the lights to shame.
“What time is it?”
“ um like 11:30 or something.”
“And you’re making pancakes?”
“Yes. For us. For our Christmas Party,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing. Like its not strange at all.
“Our party is over JJ.”
“No, it’s not! It’s our party and it starts now. See we got the lights,” he gestures around the room then shakes the plates in his hand slightly. “The food"
Placing the food down on the table he makes his way to the corner of the room where a sickly looking yucca plant sits covered in tinsel and sparkly plastic ornaments.
"Here’s our very own tree,” JJ announces, a wide smile gracing his face. He is so proud of this, his enthusiasm and excitement radiating from him and pulling (Y/N) into the deep with him. There’s just something about a happy JJ that makes you feel the joy too.
“When did you make this”, she asks and gestures around the room.
“While you were sleeping.”
“Jay …”
“And I even got you a present.”
“JJ, You - ”
“No, listen! You were so excited about this and then you didn’t even get a present. I know you said it’s not a big deal but I could tell how much you were beating yourself up over making that mistake. And look if anyone, we know best that Christmas isn’t about the materialistic things. But you deserve a little something for setting this up for us and for making us happy and giving us the only Christmas some of us will have this year. I want you to be happy too. I thought since your mom never gave you the figure 8 Christmas extravaganza, I’ll try to. Pogue style of course.”
“You made this, for me?”
JJ nods and though she can’t be entirely sure due to the lights casting colors all across the room, she’s fairly certain there’s a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks.
“I also got you a present. I - I didn’t wanna give it to you with the others around since we said no gifts only the secret Santa ones. But um … I made this a while ago. After that one time I fixed your car I had some scraps and some time left and yeah. ”
The present he hands her is messily wrapped in brown paper. There’s no glitter or fancy patterns or anything. But it doesn’t need any of that. It doesn’t really even matter what it is. JJ made this for her. He put time and effort into something just for her. It sends her heart pounding in all the crazy beautiful ways.
As the paper falls away, she can finally make out what it is he gifted her. While it’s got a few rough edges, it’s a surprisingly delicate flower. There are log nuts and scrap metal welded together to create something so beautiful, so intricate.
“You made this for me?” She asks, voice but a whisper. When all your life you learn that people are selfish and cruel, the little things can shake your entire world. Leave you breathless.
“Mmhm. Remember I took that welding class once.”
“But you made this, for me,” she repeats her words, trying to emphasize what this really is about. What it is that makes her heart do twirls and pirouettes.
“I told you, you’re my favorite. You deserve this.”
And then the world comes crashing down like a meteor, full force headed for impact.
“I have nothing for you.”
JJ shrugs and she can tell he means it. That he isn’t looking for anything. While he always liked to joke and fantasize about riches and fortune, JJ was never someone that cared all too much about any of that. Even his wildest dreams usually only extended to a little surf hut and enough free time to see the world. No big cars or houses or anything fancy.
“You’re here. Honestly, this is the best Christmas I have had in a long time. I’m not alone for once so — “
“ Still. There must be something I can give you to say thank you. Something you want. “
JJ lets out a mix between a chuckle and a scoff. As if whatever thoughts have conjured up is but the silliest thing he has ever heard in his life. The most delusional of all thoughts. Maybe it is, but she wants to hear about it anyway. Because even the chaos feels weirdly calm coming from JJ. Sometimes, (Y/N) thinks, it’s not about avoiding the storms, not about outrunning them, it’s about who’s by your side while you brave it. It’s about holding on to the people that go through the storm with you. About those that hold your hand while the dust settles and that pick you up as you assess the damage.
“ What’s that reaction for? “
“ I uh — what I want I don’t want like this? “
“ Huh? “
“ Out of pity. Because you feel bad. I gave you something because I want to make you smile and not because I expect anything in return. Especially not what I want. “
He casts his eyes downward, almost as if he’s embarrassed. But JJ is never embarrassed, right? He’s not bashful or shy.
Or maybe he is.
“ JJ, “ she approaches him again and softly lifts his chin to level his face with hers. His blue eyes could rival the ocean waves crashing outside in both how bright they are and how much emotion and power seems to be caught in them. “ Tell me what you want. “
“ You. “
It’s a whisper in the dark. A secret shared. A heart ripped from a ribcage and presented to the only person that keeps it beating. It’s a silent dream come true.
It’s two teenagers who have never known love, finding a safe place in each other surrounded by an ocean of lights.
“ And I know it’s ridiculous and silly and dumb as shit because we’re friends right and it can’t happen. No Pogue on Pogue macking. I know the rule, fuck I MADE that rule. But I just — you are all I can think about and it’s not just because you look smokin’ in a bikini. It’s everything about you, even the things that drive me crazy. So if I could wish for anything for Christmas, anything at all, I’d ask for you. For us to be more than friends. But I understand that isn’t possible, like — I get it. I — “
His words get swallowed by the taste of her lips on his. Time stops for a second, or speeds up, or — really nothing about the passing of time fundamentally changes but as he realizes what’s happening and lets himself fall headfirst into this feeling of joy and belonging, it makes it seems like the world has stopped spinning for a second. His hands find their way to her face, pushing a few strands of hair out of the way, and he deepens the kiss.
Britney Spears sings a cheesy pop song telling Santa she’s been good this year, as JJ pulls away but keeps (Y/N) close. Holds onto her as if he’s worried life is playing a trick on him and will pull her away any second now.
“ Was that a pity kiss? “
“ Did it feel like a pity kiss? “
“ No. That felt really good. “
“ JJ, “ (Y/N) explains, “I’ve been into you for way longer than I like to admit. I just never thought you felt that way about me. “
“ I think I did. For a while. I just — I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like. You know I don’t have the best examples. Big feelings scare the shit out of me. “
“ Me too. I think they might be worth it though. “
“ Yeah, I think you might be right. Hey would you look at that,“ he exclaims and points above their heads where a fake holly branch dangles from a sparkly red garland. “ A mistletoe.”
“ Uh, that’s — that’s not a mistletoe.”
“ It’s called suspension of disbelief, okay? It’s impossible to find mistletoe on the OBX on short notice.”
The two of them fall into a fit of laughter and for once life doesn’t send a storm their way, no gray clouds or harsh winds or downpour. Just a clear night sky and a thousand of twinkling lights shining alongside the stars.
And when he kisses her again and again and again, she thinks maybe there are Christmas miracles and maybe they aren’t made from magic but from love.
“ Hey,” JJ whispers against her lips as he pulls away for a second.
“ What is it? “
“ It’s midnight. Do you know what that means? “
“ Hmm? “
“ It’s Christmas. “
“ Merry Christmas, JJ. I hope you like your presents. “
“ Yeah, “ he says and pulls her for another kiss. “ I love my presents. “
And when they manage to pull themselves away from each other and sit down by the kitchen table sharing pancakes and whipped cream, (Y/N) figures that this is love.
It’s not handprints on a cheek, it’s not tears on a pillow, it’s not fancy gifts or decorated gardens.
It’s holding each other through storms and pain and heartbreak, through breaking waves and undercurrents.
It’s sharing traditions and making your own.
It’s promising to be better, to do better, to love more and harder and more openly.
Love is a kiss under the mistletoe. Pancakes at midnight. Whipped cream sprayed in the shape of a crooked star. A room full of lights. Bad Christmas music. It’s laughter. And friendship. And hope.
Premium Subscription || JJ & (Y/N) have been best friends since kindergarten. Now that they’re older, it’s painfully obvious to their group of friends that they have feelings for each other but are too scared to admit it. Said group of friends has finally had enough and decides to give them a little nudge.
Summary:JJ & (Y/N) have been best friends since kindergarten. Now that they’re older, it’s painfully obvious to their group of friends that they have feelings for each other but are too scared to admit it. Said group of friends has finally had enough and decides to give them a little nudge.
TW/CW:JJ Maybank x Reader, best friends to lovers, a couple suggestive comments,
Requested?:Nope
Word Count: 989
A/N:I day dream way too much while I work and last night’s shift was a long boring one. This imagine helped me pass the time.
Prompts:None
Hanging with my best friend JJ and our other Pogue friends is always entertaining. This time, however, the power is out and we have no trouble to get into. JJ and I had plenty of dastardly ideas but no one in the group bit the bait. So here we sit, twiddling our thumbs and praying the power would arise from the dead.
Kie sat up suddenly, “What about spin the bottle? But just like kisses on the cheek or something?”
Everyone looked around at each other but Pope was quick to dismiss the idea, “No, the last time we played that, John B and Sarah sat there macking for an hour just for shits and giggles.”
“Okay, fine. Truth or Dare then. One person spins the bottle and they get to truth or dare whoever it lands on. Then the person who was just challenged gets to spin next,” Kie shot back. No one seemed to object so Kie grabbed the bottle and spun it.
A few rounds went by of playful truths and easy dares before the bottle finally landed back on Kie who was dared to do a handstand without using the wall as support. It was obviously very easy for her. She quickly completed the handstand and then spun the bottle. It almost landed on John B to JJ’s right but Kie in a not-so-subtle rigging bumped it back a bit to land on JJ.
JJ raised an eyebrow, “That was rigged but go ahead.”
Kie had to contain her giggles before asking, “Truth or Dare.”
“I’m not some pansy, give me a dare,” comes JJ’s quick response.
“I dare you to kiss (Y/N) on the lips,” Kie shoots out.
I’ll be honest here, it’s not that I don’t want JJ to do the dare, but I’m sure he doesn’t want to do it so I feel the need to speak up in an effort to save myself some embarrassment, “Ah, but the rule, Kie. No pouge on pouge macking.”
John B is the first to speak up this time, “Well as Pogue President, I hereby deem a macking session between JJ Maybank and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be lawful due to the fact that JJ and (Y/N) were best friends before they were pogues.” He shoots JJ a look that says he knows they’ve got us cornered so JJ leans forward on the couch and rests his head on top of mine as I sit in front of him.
He picks his head up and looks at the side of my face as I glare at Kie, “Yay or Nay, Tiny?” Looking up at him, I nod so he slowly leans forward before our lips connect and, as cliché as it sounds, fireworks erupt. When we pull apart, I prop my face up in my hands in hopes of hiding the blush.
JJ leans back into the couch for a moment and takes a deep breath before quickly leaning back forward and whispering in my ear, “X marks the spot.” The code phrase for, “meet me at our secret place.” Our secret place is this little alcove just down the beach from here that we found when we were kids. It quickly became our favorite getaway and we pinky promised to never share it with anyone else. He and I get up and head for the door, “We’ll be back later,” JJ mumbles amongst the whoops and hollers of our friends.
We walk down the beach, side by side in silence. The awkward tension between us hangs thick and my stomach twists itself into knots as my brain assumes the worst. However, when we finally duck into the alcove JJ pulls me into a hug, “They did that to force us to stop dancing around the bush about the feelings we have for each other.”
I nod into his chest, “I know.”
As we release each other I look up at him with a giant grin on my face, “I’d like to upgrade my subscription to JJ Maybank from standard to premium please.”
He laughs wholeheartedly with a smile on his face, “I can do that for you. However, you’ll need to submit a valid form of payment. Although, I should inform you that at this time, kisses are the only acceptable method.” I stand up on my tiptoes and kiss him for the second time tonight. As he pulls me close, I slip his phone out of his pocket, pull away, and pretend to check his notifications, “You have an email. It says, ‘Congratulations, JJ Maybank you have won a free premium subscription to (Y/N) (Y/L/N).’” He grins at me as I hand him his phone back and we begin making our way back to The Chateau hand in hand.
We’re almost there when JJ pulls me closer and throws his arm around my shoulders, “By the way, you’re not sleeping on the couch anymore.”
I look up at him with mock surprise, “Oh really? Is that some perk of my premium membership?”
He nods, “Yup, as a premium subscriber you get an all-expenses-paid stay at the JJ Maybank Bed and Breakfast. Betcha can’t guess what the breakfast part of that entails.”
I shake my head and giggle at him, “JJ, is your head in the gutter again?”
He shrugs, “It never leaves the gutter, babe.”
Once we hit the porch of The Chateau, JJ opens the front door for me. I step into the living room before him and can feel his eyes on my ass but I don’t mind. It is in fact included in his premium subscription. Once we both plop down onto the couch and join the conversations of our friends, he throws his arm back around my shoulders and I snuggle into his side. This of course does not go unnoticed by our friends who erupt into a chorus of awwws and a great big, “Fucking finally!” from Kie.
Request ( @eatingchocolatecroissants):Hey! I was wondering or you could do an outer banks imagine where like in season one the pogues leave kie, Sarah and reader on a boat, and the reader is the one getting stung by a jellyfish. The night goes on and she starts having an allergic reaction the jellyfish sting and her breathing starts to go bad and all dizzy. The girls have to call a mayday. And the sheriff/ambulance boat? Comes and gets her or the pogues come back the next morning and she is not well at all. Then hospital. The pogues feel really bad Maybe reader x jj?
Thank you you’re so sweet!! <3 so sorry this took me so long to write, hope you like it !
“Y/N!"
"Hmm,” you looked up from your spot on the floor, bored while Kie was on her knees inspecting the engine that JJ and John B had said wasn’t working.
“They’re screwing with us,” she sat up, brushing her hair out of her face with an unamused look, “There’s nothing wrong with the spark plugs- there are no spark plugs,”
“JJ! John B! What the hell?” you spin around to look for the boys, but they were already in the water swimming towards the HMS Pogue with Pope already running the engine.
“Sayonara!” John B gave the two of you a wave as Pope pulled him and JJ on board.
“Oh, you son of a…” you started tugging at your shirt, ready to swim after the boys in your anger.
“What was that?”
You stopped what you were doing and glanced at Kie, waiting for an explanation. That’s when you heard it.
“John B! John B, let me out!” Sarah’s voice was muffled as she screamed for him below deck, “This isn’t funny anymore- open it!”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,”
You unlatched the door leading to the deck below, coming face to face with a confused Sarah, “What the hell?” she pulled herself out, scanning the water for John B, “You asshole!” she screamed as the boys grinned back at her.
“Get your asses back here!” Kie demanded.
John B shook his head, “We can’t, not until you guys figure it out!”
“See y'all later!” Pope waved as he drove the boat off, leaving the three of you bitter and stranded.
“You can’t just leave!”
“JJ, you better turn that boat around or so help me…!” you trailed off, fuming as they drove off too far to hear your threats.
“When they come back, I’m going to kill them,” Kie announced, her back sliding against the side of the boat as she took a seat and accepted that you were stranded.
“What the hell- ugh!” Sarah yelled in frustration, turning back around to face you and Kie, “This is ridiculous!”
“God, I can’t with you, Sarah,” You rolled your eyes, pulling off your t-shirt and shorts, leaving you in your bathing suit.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Leaving,” you said simply.
Kie stood up from where she had been sulking, “Y/N, don’t be dumb,” she said, her voice irritated, “Look at the weeds- there’s going to be jellyfish,”
“Honestly,” you said, kicking off your shoes, “I’d rather be stung than stay on this boat with Ms. Kook Princess over there,” You turned on your heel and dove off the side of the boat, determined to swim off.
“Where are you even going to go?” Sarah scoffed from the boat, “It’s miles to the shore,”
You ignored her and kept your head down as you continued swimming.
Sarah rolled her eyes and sat down on the deck, ready to wait in silence for however long it took for the boys to return. Kie made a point to sit on the opposite side of the boat, glaring at Sarah as she did.
“Oh shit!”
Kie and Sarah both jumped up at the sound of your cry of pain, “Y/N?” Kie called out, worry evident in her voice as she leaned off the side of the boat to get a good look.
“Shit,” you doggy-paddled back to the boat. If your side hadn’t been in so much pain, you would have been too embarrassed to turn back from your swim.
“Did you get stung?” Sarah asked, leaning over the deck to watch as you heaved yourself back onto the boat.
“Obviously,” Kie huffed under her breath, offering a hand to help you up.
You rolled onto your back, gasping for air and wincing at the pain, “How bad is it?” you asked through gritted teeth.
Kie did little to hide the concerned look on her face. The entire right side of your abdomen was red and inflamed from the sting. It looked much worse than any other jellyfish sting she had seen before, “I’m not gonna lie, it looks kinda bad. Have you been stung before?”
You tossed your head back onto the deck, groaning slightly at the burning sensation that felt like it was getting worse by the second, “Nope.”
“Do you want me to pee on it?” Sarah offered.
You and Kie looked up at Sarah simultaneously, giving her a glare. “That’s for a stingray, you dumbass,”
Sarah raised her hands in surrender with an eye roll, “Sorry, I was just trying to help,”
You winced, trying to breathe through the pain. Suddenly becoming aware that it was getting more and more difficult to take a solid breath. “Uh, guys?” Panic rose in your voice as you realized it was getting pretty hard to breathe, “I-I think I’m having some kind of reaction or something,”
Kie furrowed her brows, taking a closer look at your face, “Oh God… I think your face is swelling up. Maybe you’re allergic- Sarah! Sarah Quick, get the emergency radio and call for help!”
“Is she gonna be okay?” Sarah asked, her voice rising as the situation got more serious by the second.
“I don’t know, just call for help!” Kie demanded, waving Sarah away to go get help.
“It’s fine, Kie… I’m fine,” you sneezed out, still struggling to catch your breath as the pain grew, “I’m gonna be fine,”
Kiara laughed nervously, “You’re the one who’s hurt. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, not the other way around,”
-
The boys were only a few minutes behind your arrival at the hospital. Kie had used a phone on the paramedic’s boat to call John B to tell him and the others what had happened to you… as well as chew them out for being to blame for the entire situation in the first place.
The five sat outside your room, anxiously waiting for any news about how you were doing. Jj had his head in his hands, his leg bouncing nervously.
“Hey,” Kie placed a hand on his back to comfort him, “I think she’s gonna be alright, it was scary for a minute, but she’s here now, and the doctors will be able to fix it,”
JJ looked up, eyes blurry and red from crying, “This is all my fault. I-I never should have suggested leaving you guys on the boat,” he said, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“J, this isn’t your fault. You guys just wanted us to get along,” Kie assured.
JJ opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it when a doctor walked out of your room, “Are you Y/N’s friends?” she continued as they nodded, “Well, she’s pretty sore from the sting, but she’s gonna be fine,” she smiled, gesturing toward the door, “You all are welcome to go see her if you’d like,”
Kie was first to the door, JJ and the others only steps behind, “Y/N?”
You looked up from the hospital bed, grinning when you saw your friends crowding the doorway, “Hi guys. Are you gonna come inside or…”
Kie laughed slightly, running toward you and nearly jumping on top of you as she hugged you. The rest of your friends were quick to follow, nearly dogpiled on top of you as they asked you a million questions at once.
“Are you okay?” “Does it still hurt?” “Is it gonna scar?” “We were so worried,”
“Yeah,” you winced, “It definitely still hurts- maybe you can hug me later?”
“Oh, shit-” they nearly jumped off of you, spewing out “sorrys” as they crowded around your bed instead.
“Well, good news… I’m totally fine, and they don’t think it’s gonna scar. Bad news… I can’t swim with jellyfish anymore,”
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Sarah smiled and slightly squeezed your arm.
You thanked her, feeling a little less inclined to hate her at the present moment.
“Anybody else starving?” John B interjected, “I say we go pick up some food from The Wreck. Then we can bring it back and eat with Y/N,”
“I’m starved,” Kie admitted.
“Sounds good to me,” you agreed.
“Me and Sarah will go! Be back in like half an hour, tops,” John B promised, placing a kiss on top of your head before walking out.
“I’ll come too,” Kie offered, giving you one final hug that was more gentle this time and following them.
“Me too!” Pope was close behind, stopping in the doorway to look at you before he left, “Thank God you’re okay, Y/N, we were so worried about you,” Pope said, giving you a small smile, “Some of us maybe a little more worried than others…” his eyes fell on JJ before he disappeared from the doorway, leaving you and the blonde boy alone.
You glanced up at JJ, finally getting a real look at him after the chaos the pogues had brought into your room. His eyes were red, and he had clearly been crying recently, “J… JJ, what’s wrong?” you grabbed his hand, pulling him down so he was sitting on the edge of your bed.
He looked away from you, fresh tears pricking his eyes, “This is my fault,” he shook his head, his eyes facing the ground, “This was my idea- it was so stupid. I shouldn’t have left you out there. I’m so sorry,”
“JJ,” your eyes softened, and you tightened your hold on his hand, “JJ, look at me….” He finally looked up, regret and pain filling his blue eyes. “This wasn’t your fault at all hell, it was a good idea. The three of us were being immature,”
“No,” he shook his head, “It is my fault, if I had just-”
“J, stop. Please. I’m going to be perfectly fine,” you promised, “Please don’t blame yourself, you were just trying to help. Plus, Kie told me I was gonna get stung, I was the one who was too stubborn to listen,” you stifled a small laugh, “I’m surprised she didn’t tell me ‘I told you so’ yet,”
JJ didn’t laugh at your attempt to lighten the mood, “Y/N-”
“Nope. No more,” you said simply, pulling back the covers of your bed and patting the space next to you, “Get in. We’re watching a movie until they get back,”
“Y/N-”
“Nope,” you popped the “p” this time and shook your head, “I’m the one in the hospital, that means you’ve gotta do what I say,” you grinned as he crawled in bed next to you. You wrapped your arm around him, pulling him close and placing a kiss on his forehead. “Now,” you grabbed the remote from the table next to you, “What should we watch?”
Characters: Kie, Reader (Kie’s sister), JJ x reader (kinda)
Warnings: none
Word Count: 300
A/N: maybe i’ll do a part 2 ? lmk !
Request (anon): reader (kie’s sister) being afraid to tell jj that she likes him cause she feels like he doesn’t like her back and when kie notices she asks her sister questions and she (reader) says that she always compared herself to kie cause she thought that jj would like a girl like kie and not her
You stared at the fire, chewing at your thumbnail as you let your mind trail off. The rest of the pogues were all deep in conversation about an upcoming party. They were all too engulfed in their convo to notice how out of it you were- well, all except your sister.
Kie had noticed the last few weeks you had been abnormally quiet and too caught up in your own thoughts to really pay attention to those around you. But what had really tipped her off was that you had started biting your thumbnail again- an old nervous habit you had broken long ago.
“I’m gonna go grab some more snacks,” Kie announced, standing up and turning to the house, “Y/N, do you mind helping me?”
“Huh?” You snapped out of your daze, looking at your sister with furrowed brows as you tried to decipher what she had just said.
“Will you help me grab snacks?” She repeated with an eye roll.
“Oh yeah- sure,” you said quickly, standing up and following Kie inside.The second the door shut, she turned around to face you, “What’s going on with you?”
“What? N-Nothing,” you said, ignoring the blush forming on your face.
Your sister gave you an unamused look, “Y/N/N, come on, you’re not fooling me,” she deadpanned, “Now just tell me, what’s been going on,”
“It’s nothing really… I just,” you sighed, brushing your hair out of your eyes, “I just don’t know what to do,”
“About….” Kie dragged out the word as she pried, trying to get you to tell her the truth about whatever had been going on.
“I like a guy,” your voice came out as a whisper, and you could barely look her in the eye as you said it.
“Seriously? All this over a guy?” Kie laughed, a grin across her face, “Aw, little Y/N’s got a crush!” She teased, wrapping her arm around you and giving your shoulder a squeeze.
You shook your head, “No, Kie… it’s not just any guy, okay…
"Oh, come on, Y/N,”
“It’s JJ,” you blurted out. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders as you finally told someone about what had been gnawing at you for weeks.
“Really?” She said, raising her brows in shock as you came clean.
You rubbed the back of your neck, “I know, I know, it’s stupid- but I can’t stop thinking about telling him how I feel. I just wanna get it off my chest,” you took a breath, “But I could never do that, ‘no pogue in pogue macking’…” you repeated the rule solemnly, “Plus, it’s not like JJ would ever like a girl like me
”Like a girl like you?“ Kie gave you an odd look, "Y/N, what do you mean? Any guy would be more than lucky to have you,”
“Oh come on, Kie,” you rolled your eyes at your sister’s attempt to make you feel better, “How would JJ ever even look at me like that when you’re here,”
“Y/N,” Kie’s eyes softened as she saw how much this was bothering you.
“I can’t compete with you, Kie,” you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “You’re basically perfect- you’re funny, and gorgeous, and sweet, and-”
“Y/N,” she cut you off. “Y/N/N, don’t compare yourself to me, or anyone else. You’re gorgeous- and hilarious and one of the kindest people I know. And any guy would be insane not to see that,” she gently wiped the tears from your eyes and pulled you into a hug.
“Thanks, Kie,” You said, your voice muffled by her hair.
inspired by this gif because it literally lives rent free in my mind every second of every day. // pretty please DON’T steal my work it’s literally not cool- also i would LOVE if you left some feedback ! thank u and hope u guys enjoy :))
“My God Y/N, do you ever just shut the fuck up?” Rafe groaned, whipping his head around to you, “Even if you think you’re Kook Princess, no one gives a shit what you wear tonight- we’re literally going to the boneyard,”
You took a breath, at your breaking point for Rafe’s snarky comments and ready to really give him a piece of your mind.
Sarah snapped at her brother before you had the chance, “Maybe if you had some friends you wouldn’t spend all day at home eavesdropping on our conversations that don’t concern you.”
“It’s not exactly eavesdropping when your voice is louder than the fucking TV,” Rafe complained, turning up the volume on the speakers even louder and kicking his feet up on the couch.
Sarah glared at him, but decided it wasn’t worth it to drag it out with her brother, “Let’s just go upstairs,” she mumbled, leading the way.
Hours later (and after some serious discussions about outfit choices) you and Sarah headed back downstairs excited about the evening ahead of you. Sarah opened her phone, sending John B a text that the two of you were about to leave the house.
“Rafe! Are you ready to go?” You yelled his name again when you got no response… then one more time for the sole purpose of pissing him off.
“Y/N,” he cursed, rounding the corner and appearing unnecessarily close to you, “I heard you the first time, no need to scream 20 times,” he snapped, glaring at you.
Your breath caught in your throat as his warm breath fanned across your face as he spoke from merely inches from you. He paused, undoubtedly noticing the tension as well. Suddenly he stepped away, snatching his truck keys off the counter and storming outside, “Now let’s go before I change my mind and leave you two here,”
What the hell was that? Your mind was reeling, but there wasn’t time for that. You grabbed Sarah’s arm, who was still messaging John B, and quickly followed him outside, knowing damn well he would actually leave the two of you. You and Sarah climbed into the back seat and Rafe turned over the engine, music blasting.
“Is John B there yet?”
Sarah nodded, “They just got there,”
“Is JJ-”
“He told me to tell you JJ was gonna be there, yes,” Sarah stifled a laugh at your eagerness to know if the blonde boy would be coming to the party tonight.
Suddenly Rafe turned the music down, “Are you guys talking about those low lifes again?” He snarled, glaring at the two of you from the rearview mirror, “Those pogues are good for nothing- how do you two not get that?” He exasperated, putting two fingers to his temple as he spoke.
“Oh come on Rafe,” you scoffed, “We’re no better than them, they-”
“No better than them?” Rafe repeated your statement with wide eyes, shaking his head, “They are pogues.” He deadpanned, “I better not see either of you around Maybank or Routledge tonight, you’re too good for them,” He added that last part under his breath, but you still managed to make out his words.
“Or what, Rafe?” Sarah raised a brow as her brother pulled into the dirt lot behind the Boneyard.
You and Sarah jumped out, still rolling your eyes at Rafe’s ridiculous and controlling threats. Rafe was out of the truck seconds behind you, forcefully stepping in front of the two of you before you could walk away.
“I swear, if I see you around those pogues,” He stood menacingly above you and Sarah, glaring between you as he spoke, “There’s gonna be trouble.” He turned on his heel and stalked toward the crowds of people already intoxicated and enjoying the party.
You and Sarah simeotaneously flashed your middle fingers to his back, “Asshole,”
“For real,” you agreed, “I know he’s your brother and all but man, he can sure be a douche,”
“Sarah!”
Both of you turned heads at the sound of her name being called, quickly spotting John B. Her face lit up and you both walked over to him, joining the rest of the pogues.
You flashed a wave at John B, grinning when you found Kiara in the crowd, “Kie!” you exclaimed, pulling her into a hug.
“Y/N,” she hugged you tightly, “You look like you’re in need of a drink,”
“Always.”
She laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the keg. You grabbed a blue solo cup from the stack on the table and let Kie fill your cup, scanning the crowd around you for a certain blonde boy.
Kie playfully glared at you, “Already looking for him? What, am I not good enough?”
You quickly put your drink to your lips, hiding the blush that was forming on your cheeks, “What? No. I-”
She waved it off, “Yeah, yeah… well he’s already asked me like four times if you were coming tonight, so I’m sure he’ll appear up soon, then you two can make love,”
“Kiara!” You grimace and she laughed at the reaction she got from you.
“I’m kidding! I’m kidding! Well, unless…”
You half-heartedly smacked her on the arm for that, “Kie I swear if you don’t-”
“Speak of the devil,” Kie grinned, nodding toward the boy who was making his way toward you.
“Y/N!” Before you could prepare yourself JJ had embraced you in a huge hug, lifting you a few inches off the ground.
“Well, hello to you too,” you laughed, smiling up at him as he let you go.
He looked at the cup in your hand, “One beer? Is that all you’ve had?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, jokingly giving you a hard time, “You’ve got some catching up to do. Lucky for you, I do happen to be a connoisseur in the world of illegal substances,” He waved his hand dramatically as he spoke and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, “Could I interest you in a shot?”
You rolled your eyes playfully, “I would be honored,”
JJ grabbed your cup, snatching the bottle sitting on the table and taking his best guess measuring a shot as he poured. He handed it back to you, taking a cup for himself and doing the same.
You grimaced, looking down at your drink and catching a whiff of the smell that burned your nose, “Ugh, that’s nasty,”
JJ merely grinned, tapping the plastic rim to yours, “Cheers!”
You winced, forcing the burning liquid down your throat as JJ downed it with ease.
“You gonna be alright Y/N?” he joked.
You narrowed your eyes, “Pour me another,” holding your cup out to him once again. He didn’t think twice, giving you what you wanted and pouring himself another shot in the process, “Cheers,” you grinned, tapping your cup to his once more, this time your drink going down much more easily.
“Wanna dance?” JJ tossed his cup into the bag labeled trash and you followed suit, nodding at his invitation. He grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the crowd and twirling you around.
Dancing with JJ was a blur, your intoxication adding fuel to the strong chemistry between the two of you. JJ was everything you wanted in a guy- sweet, charming, funny, and he could take a joke. Of course, it also helped that Sarah just happened to be hitting it off with his best friend. How could you not think about the possibility? But your time with JJ secured the way you felt even more, he was perfect.
Suddenly, his hand was on your neck, fingers playing in your hair. You could feel your face growing warm- was it the alcohol or the butterflies you got from his touch? JJ’s eyes softened, asking you silently if he could kiss you. You leaned forward in response, pulling him into you. JJ’s other hand was quickly on the small of your back, deepening the kiss between you.
You felt his breath against your cheek as he pulled away, a grin splayed across his face, “I’ve been wanting to do that since, like, forever.”
You smiled, shaking your head softly, “Well it took you long enough,”
He leaned forward, his tongue making its way into your mouth as he kissed you again. This was everything you imagined it to be- JJ Maybank was everything you wanted. Your hands made your way to the nape of his neck, gently grabbing at his blonde hair. The longer you kissed, the more confident JJ got. His lips slowly trailed down your jawline, making his way down your neck as you tossed your head back, enjoying every second.
You weren’t sure how long you and JJ had made out, but you did know how much you enjoyed it. He had mentioned something about getting his blunt from Pope, suggesting that the two of you went and chill by the water for a bit. You were more than happy to spend more time with him, offering to get more drinks.
You reached down, filling your cup once again, still on cloud nine from your time with JJ. Already thinking about what could happen next between the two of you.
With your cup full, you stood up straight, turning but immediately running into someone behind you, “Shit!” You hissed as your beer was crushed up against your chest, soaking your shirt, “Dude, what the hell…” You trailed off, your anger growing when you recognized that it was Rafe who had been in your way.
“Are you kidding me, Y/N?!” He fumed, looking down at his white polo that was now drenched in beer, “Watch where you’re fucking going!”
“Well maybe don’t stand an inch behind me- this is your fault,” you snapped, throwing the plastic cup against his chest in your anger.
“Real mature, Y/N,” he narrowed his eyes at you, “You’re lucky I have an extra shirt in my truck,”
“What about me?”
He raised his eyebrows, “What about you?” he shrugged, “Maybe if you plan on spilling shit all over yourself, you should bring a change of clothes,”
“Screw you Rafe,” you rolled your eyes, over his attitude, “Come on, you’ve gotta have a sweatshirt or something in your truck that I can wear,”
“Not when you’re being such a bitch,”
You groaned, crossing your arms over your body to shield yourself from the wind that was making you freeze, “Rafe, please- I’m soaked!”
“Please… what?” he taunted, reveling in the fact that he was making you work for it.
You wanted to punch him so badly, “Rafe. Can I please borrow a sweatshirt- please.” If looks could kill, Rafe would be dead by the glare you were sending him.
He gave you a tight lipped smile, “Sure- but not sure if my sweatshirt is going to live up to the standards of Kook Princessfashion,”
You didn’t engage with his dig, biting your tongue as you followed him to his truck. He grabbed the collar of his shirt, easily pulling it over his head as he opened the passenger door of his truck and tossed it inside. He ducked inside, tossing you a black sweatshirt with such force it nearly hit you in the face. He turned back towards you, raising a brow as he pulled a new shirt over his head, “You’re staring,”
You looked to the side, rolling your eyes. Yes, yes you were staring. It was hard not to when he was standing shirtless in front of you and looking as jacked as ever. You hesitated, glancing down at the tank top that was sticking to your body and reeked of beer, questioning if getting undressed in front of the eldest Cameron was something you really wanted to do.
Screw it.
You pulled off your top and tossed it into the truck, keeping eye contact with Rafe as you stood there for a second, just in your bra, “You’re staring.” You mocked.
“Yeah, I am,” he said without missing a beat, “You got great tits,”
“Wow, you sure do know how to make a woman feel special,” you said dryly, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
An awkward silence fell between you. Rafe opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, quickly closing it before he got the words out.
“What?”
He hesitated. “What the hell were you doing tonight?” He finally blurted out.
You frowned, “I think I’m gonna need you to be a little more clear than that,”
“Maybank,” he nearly spat as he said the name, “What the hell were you doing with Maybank?”
“Oh my god Rafe,” you groaned and tossed your head back in frustration, “Would it kill you to just let it go?”
“Would it kill you to stop embarrassing yourself by surrounding yourselves with pogues?” he shot back, “We’re better than them. Always have been and always will be,”
“Rafe, you’re insufferable, you know that?!” You finally snapped, “You bitch, and complain, and shit on everyone and everything around you- and you know what? People are sick of it. You think you’re so special because of your daddy’s money?” You tilted your head, glare hardening as you let yourself unleash what you had been holding in for weeks. “What are you without Ward, Rafe? Nothing- you’re nothing, and you know that just as much as everyone else on this damn island does,”
His jaw hardened and he shook his head slightly, nostrils flared as he scowled at you. “You talk so fucking much Y/N,” he growled, taking a step closer to you, “What the hell does it take to get you to shut up?”
Instinctively you backed away, heart dropping when your back pressed up against the truck. Rafe was inches from your face, agan you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face. The tension between you so thick it felt hard to breathe.
“What the hell does it take to get you to not be such an asshole?” you countered, doing your best to hold your ground, but feeling yourself falter as he got impossibly closer.
“I hate you,” his breath was hot against your skin, and his words seemed contradictory as he leaned in closer, lips nearly touching yours.
“I hate you more.”
Before you could register what was happening, his fingers were in your hair and lips were pressing up to yours. As if on instinct, your hands found their way to his neck, deepening the kiss.
You closed your eyes, hating how good this felt.
Rafe pulled you closer, his kisses nearly desperate and setting your skin on fire. He placed kisses down your neck, you’re heart racing at his touch. Your thoughts of JJ were gone as you let yourself enjoy Rafe’s touch, seemingly forgetting of the pogue who had just been in Rafe’s position.
“Shit,” you frantically shoved Rafe off of you when you heard your phone ringing, snapping back into reality. You pulled it from you pocket, looking down to see it was Sarah calling you, “It’s Sarah. Oh god. We shouldn’t have…” You ran your hands through your hair, trying to compose your thoughts, “That was-”
“Good?” He flashed a cocky grin.
“Not what I was going to say,” you rolled your eyes, suddenly very aware that you still didn’t have a shirt on. You ignored your flushed face, pulling his sweatshirt over your head. Of course it had to be his sweatshirt. “But yes. It was good,” you finally admitted, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes, “But this can never happen again- god, if Sarah found out,”
“She doesn’t have to,” he said with a shrug.
You swallowed, letting his offer hang in silence, hating that you were racing with excitement at the thought of this happening again.
Rafe ran his tongue across the inside of his bottom lip, knowing you were contemplating his words. He broke the silence before you could, “Better get back to your pogue boyfriend before he comes looking you,”
“He’s not-” you stopped mid sentence, horrified that you were about to clarify that JJ was not in fact your boyfriend.
“Make sure you think of me next time you start macking on him,” He gave you a wink and started walking back toward the Boneyard.
“Rafe?” He glanced back to look at you as you spoke, “I still hate you.”
He smirked, shaking his head slightly, “And I still wish you’d shut the hell up.”
Characters: JJ x Reader (kinda), John B, Pope, Kie, Sarah
Warnings: n/a
w/c: 800ish
Summary:JJ has a little too much to drink and needs a little taking care of.
“Y/NNN!”
You dropped your head in defeat as John B screamed your name as he ran past you. “And I think that’s my que to leave,” you offered the group of girls you had befriended a tight-lipped smile.
They exchanged odd looks as you took off after your best friend. You didn’t manage to catch up to him until you made it to the van where Pope, JJ, and John B were already inside. You climbed in the back, taking your usual spot next to JJ.
“What happened?” You asked, slightly out of breath, “Did you guys get into it with Rafe and Top again or…”
“No,” John B snapped, “And if we had, they would have been the ones to start it-”
Pope cut him off before he had the chance to start on a never-ending rant about the Kooks, “It’s JJ,” he nodded toward the boy next to you, giving you a look.
You turned, finally getting a real look at him and just now realizing how uncharacteristically quiet he had been. His face was flushed and his eyes were partially closed, “Good god,” You muttered, “Somebody had wayyy too much to drink tonight,” You looked over at Pope stifling a laugh, “I didn’t know it was possible for him to drink too much-”
“I am perfectly fine, thank you for asking,” JJ’s words slurred and his head bobbed up to look at you, “I can handle my alcohol,”
You sighed as his head slumped to the side, resting against your shoulder, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this. I swear if he yacks on me-”
As if he was waiting for you to say something, JJ lurched forward and threw up his stomach contents all over your sneakers and the van floor.
“Oh come on man!” “Not in my car, dude!”
“Oh god-JJ,” you covered your mouth, holding back the urge to puke, “These were new shoes,”
Suddenly the van’s back door slid open again, this time revealing Kie and Sarah, “What did we miss-” Kie stopped mid-sentence when she saw the vomit, “Oh hell no.”
Sarah gagged and turned away, shaking her head, “We’re gonna walk home,” She quickly decided, Kie eagerly nodded in agreement.
“Wow thanks guys,” you said sarcastically as the two slowly backed away from the van, “So helpful.”
“Sorry, I just remembered we have this thing that we said we’d do…” Kie lied and gave you a small smile before she and Sarah sped away and back toward the party.
“You guys suck,” John B muttered, turning over the engine and driving to the chateau.
You groaned looking down at the mess on your shoes, but then snapped out of it, remembering how sick the boy next to you was. “JJ?” you said softly, gently grabbing his face so he’d look at you, “You okay now?”
He blinked, “Think so,” he slurred, “S-sorry about the shoes,”
“Its okay- but I’m definitely going to make you wash them when your hangover wears off-”
“I do not get hungover,” he mumbled, “I am JJ Maybank. I can handle-”
“Yes. Yes, you can handle your alcohol- you’ve mentioned it,” you held back another laugh, shaking at his stubbornness, “We’ll see about that tomorrow.”
John B peeled into the front yard and took the keys out of the ignition.
“JJ, come on,” you nudged him slightly and followed Pope out of the van, extending your hand out to JJ. It took him a few seconds, but he finally grabbed hold and stumbled out towards you and Pope. He leaned forward into you, nearly knocking you over with his weight. “Woah, there JJ,”
Pope managed to grab one of JJ’s arms to take some of the weight and you put his other arm around your shoulder, “Come on J, let’s get you inside,”
You and Pope managed to practically drag JJ inside, you made sure to kick off your ruined sneakers before getting indoors, “Do you need to yack again?” You looked toward the blonde boy, figuring getting the remainder of the alcohol in his system out was the best decision.
He shrugged in response, but you nodded to Pope in the direction of the bathroom. The two of you slowly lowered JJ to the ground, who was quick to lunge for the toilet and finish getting the liquor out of his system.
The color in Pope’s face drained at the sight and he decided to head outside with John B.
“Y/N?” JJ groaned, still leaned over the bowl, “I don’t feel very good,”
“Really?” you raised a brow and rubbed his back, “I never would’ve guessed,”
“Y/N?”
“What’s up J?”
“Thank you,” he mumbled, sitting up.
“For what?” you furrowed your brows at his words.
“For always being here for me,”
You smiled, “Of course JJ, always.” Your heart fluttered at his sweet words, “Alright, let’s get you in bed, huh?”
He nodded weakly and you wrapped an arm around him, helping him stand up and get his bearings. He wrapped his arm tightly around you and stumbled toward the guest room, you helped keep him upright. The moment you stepped inside JJ flopped forward onto the bed, taking you with him from his hold on your waist.
“JJ?!” Your words came out muffled by the pillows and blankets you were lying face down in. He only groaned and you sighed in defeat, pinned under his arm. Guess you were spending your night with JJ- and not in a way you had ever anticipated.
Summary:JJ plans to break John B out of prison, you’re determined to help him.
“Y/N, no way are you coming with us,” the tone in JJ’s voice was final, but you didn’t care.
There was no way in hell he was going to be able to stop you from helping him break John B out of prison. Sure, his plan was by no means a good one, but when was the last time JJ had a plan that wasn’t batshit crazy? You were just glad you’d convinced him that he could come up with something better than storming the prison solo and guns-blazing.
“Screw that J, if you’re really gonna go through with this dumbass plan I’m at least gonna go down with you,”
He pursed his lips together, “Ok first of all, it’s a good plan okay?” He defended himself, grabbing his snapback off the table and putting it on backwards, “Second off, no. You are not coming with. Your ankle is still sprained- if anything goes wrong I’m not gonna get caught because you can’t make a run for it,”
“JJ,” you groaned, tossing your head back in despair, “My ankle is fine. I can’t spend another second here. Pope and Kie are killing my mood and I don’t wanna sit around doing nothing while John B rots away in jail!” You followed him outside, refusing to take no for an answer.
“You don’t have to do “nothing”” JJ rose his brows at you. “Once I bust him out we’re gonna have to find somewhere for him to hide,” he assured. “I haven’t gotten that far with the plan yet, but he sure as hell can’t stay here at the chateau- it’s the first place the coppers will look,”
I rolled my eyes, “I already told you he can stay at my house, my parents are out of town until next month. See, I’m a great problem solver,” I forced a sarcastic smile, “ I’m coming with you- that’s final.”
JJ sighed, running a had down his face, “You’re stubborn as shit, you know that?”
You only grinned in response.
“Fine.”
“Really?”
“No.” He deadpanned. Before you could even process what he was doing JJ, had whipped a set of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and was putting one cuff around your wrist and the other on one of the wood panels on the porch.
“JJ- what?!” you looked down in shock at the cuffs, sputtering in disbelief, “Why the hell do you have handcuffs??” you scoffed, “Why are you just carrying them around??” If you weren’t so pissed at him, you would’ve found the whole situation hilarious.
“You don’t?” He gave you a cheeky grin, “They’re hella useful,” he winked at you and made his way down the steps and to his dirt bike.
You tossed your head back in frustration, “JJ come back right now! Uncuff me!”
“No can do sweetheart!” He hopped on the bike, revving the engine, “I’m gonna go break my boy outta prison,” He threw you a wave as he drove up, sending up a cloud of dust behind him.
You gave him the finger even though he was too far gone to see you, “You better not get arrested, dumbass.”
Characters: Rafe x Reader, Kelce, Topper, John B, Pope, JJ
Warnings: Drinking, Mild Language
w/c: 1200
Summary:The reader helps Rafe get home when he’s had a little a lot too much to drink on the golf course.
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You drove slowly around the golf course, looking along the way for any golfers who looked like they were in need of refreshments. Your stomach dropped when you saw the three familiar boys a few yards ahead of you, you hated it when you saw people you knew at work.
“Yo! Y/N!” Topper waved, trying to get your attention from his place on the gold course.
You sighed, but sped up on your golf cart at the sound of Topper calling you over, “Yeah what’s up? Do you guys need more drinks or…” you went quiet when you caught sight of Rafe doubled over, his face pale, “Oh god… Is he okay?”
“He’s fine… I think,” Topper ran his hand through his hair, “He’s just had too much to drink,”
“I haven’t seen him this bad before,” Kelce
added.
“Guys I’m fine,” Rafe stood up, swaying slightly, “I just need a minute,”
“We should probably get him somewhere before he-” You were cut off as Rafe lurched forward and threw up all over the uniformly cut grass. “Well, too late for that,” You sighed, looking between Topper and Kelce, “Can you guys just put him in the golf cart? I’ll just take him back to his place,”
“Y/N, no, you don’t have to do that,” Topper shook his head, “We can take him home,”
“It’s fine,” you said with a shrug, “I was about to take my lunch break anyways, and I’m not really hungry anymore.” You said, holding back a gag when you caught a glimpse of what Rafe had spewed out onto the grass.
“You sure?”
You nodded in agreement and the boys grabbed Rafe by the shoulders, guiding him over to the open seat next to you. Rafe plopped down beside you, his face still ghost-white from nausea.
“Hey Y/N,” he muttered sheepishly, rubbing his hand down his face.
“Hey Rafe,” you reached into the back of the golf cart and into your cooler, pulling out a cold water bottle, “Drink this. It’ll help,” you assured him as you handed him the bottle.
“Thank you so much for this Y/N,” Kelce said.
“Yeah, we definitely owe you one,” Topper agreed.
“No problem guys,” You started up the engine and gave the boys a small wave as you drove off with Rafe.
“I’m sorry you’re seeing me like this Y/N,” Rafe said, breaking the silence between the two of you.
“Rafe don’t apologize,” You stifled a laugh, “Trust me I’ve been where you are before, it’s not fun,”
“Yeah that’s for sure,” he muttered, wincing at the dull headache that was starting to form, “Uh, Y/N?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“I think I’m gonna-” Rafe didn’t finish his sentence before he was, once again, blowing chunks out the side of the golf cart.
“Oh God,” you swallowed thickly, trying to shove down your own urge to throw up.
“Sorry,” he groaned, sitting up a little straighter once he was sure nothing else was going to come up. “I try to make it a point not to vomit when I’m around pretty girls, today’s not going too well for me,”
You smiled at his joke, “It’s fine. We’re almost to the front desk,” you told him, “Then I can clock out and get you home,”
“You really don’t have to do that for me, I can get home on my own,”
You raised a brow at him, “Yeah right. I bet you can’t even walk straight,”
Rafe didn’t argue, knowing you were probably right. He unscrewed the cap from the bottle you had given him and gingerly took a few sips.
You pulled up to the desk that was attached to the outdoor bar at the front of the golf course, “Hey Pope!” you called out to your friend.
Pope walked out from behind the bar at the sound of his name, JJ and John B not far behind him. The boys had been short of cash and had practically begged you to get them jobs at the golf course that you had been a bev-cart girl at for the past few summers.
You rolled your eyes, “Seriously guys? I get you all jobs and you’re all just sitting back here hanging out the whole time? You’re gonna get me fired.”
“Is that Rafe?” JJ asked, ignoring your question. He craned his neck to look at the boy who looked half-dead in the seat of your golf cart.
“Yeah,” you sighed, “He’s hungover- it’s pretty bad. Anyways, I’m gonna take my lunch break and take him back to his place, so if anyone asks where I am can you just let them know I’m on my break?”
John B scrunched his nose in disgust, “You’re doing Rafe a favor? The hell has he ever done for any of us? He’s just an asshole,”
“He’s nice to me,” you said, crossing your arms, “Plus, I already promised Topper and Kelce I would get him home-”
The sound of Rafe vomiting for the third time filled the air and you dropped your shoulders in defeat, “Not again…”
The three boys broke into laughter as they watched Rafe double over.
“You guys are jerks,” you walked back to the golf cart with a shake of your head, “I’ll be back in thirty minutes or so,”
“Bye Y/N!” JJ called out with a dramatic wave, “Take good care of your boyfriend,” He blew you and Rafe a kiss, earning a few laughs from John B and Pope behind him.
You ignored the blush forming on your cheeks and forced a smile at the boys as you drove off, giving them a good view of your middle finger as you passed. “Have fun cleaning up the throw-up!” You said with a smirk, pointing at the mess Rafe had left as you drove away. You silently relished in the fact that the boys would be the ones to have to clean it up.
You drove the golf cart away from the course and towards the Cameron’s home, knowing that it was only about a mile or so away.
“Hey Rafe,” you said, turning to look at the boy for a moment. “I know you don’t really have that much control, but I would really appreciate it if you wouldn’t throw up anymore- I’m not sure I can handle it anymore without throwing up myself.”
“I don’t think I have anything left to throw up,” he mumbled.
“Thank God,”
Rafe slumped over, laying his head down on the space between where you both were sitting. “Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered tiredly, “You’re not like those other pogues… I like you,” he moved closer to you, lying his head on your lap before passing out.
You smiled a little at his words, pulling into his massive driveway.
Ward saw you from the front window, coming out quickly to see what was happening, “Y/N is that you?”
“Hey Mr. Cameron,” You greeted with a small wave, “Uh, Rafe’s not feeling too well, so I just decided to bring him home,”
“Not again,” Ward cursed under his breath as he approached the cart to see his son, clearly hungover, and passed out on your lap. He looked up at you with an embarrassed smile, “Thanks so much for bringing him home Y/N,”
“Yeah no problem,” you helped Rafe sit up and Ward wrapped his arm around his son’s shoulders, guiding him inside.
“Bye Y/N!” Rafe called tiredly, raising one hand wildly in an attempt to wave.
You chuckled to yourself, “Bye Rafe,” you waved back before driving back to the golf course, wondering if Rafe would even remember this tomorrow.
Summary: After having a nightmare about something happening to you, JJ comes over to make sure you’re okay.
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You groaned and rolled over in bed, the familiar sound of tapping on your window waking you up. Your eyes adjusted in the dim light and you were able to make out the unmistakable outline of JJ crouched outside the glass.
You reached over and unlatched the window, letting JJ come inside. “Really J?” you sighed, voice still groggy, “It’s like 2 am, I mean I love you but it’s a little late to be-” You trailed off when you got a good look at the boy’s face. His eyes were puffy and red like he had been crying, “JJ… What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Are you okay?” He blurted out first before he answered your question.
Your brows furrowed in confusion at his question, “Yes, I’m fine. Are you?” You reached out and pulled him into a hug, noticing how fast his heart was racing when his chest was pressed up against yours, “Was it your dad? Did he?” You whispered almost afraid to ask.
You felt him shake his head as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and his embrace tightened around you. You sat in silence for a few moments, letting him calm down and take the time he needed before he told you what was going on.
“It was a nightmare.” He finally managed, “But it felt so real… I thought it was real.” He said with a shaky breath, pulling back to look at you with his tear-filled eyes. “In my dream, it was my dad- he came after you and…” his voice broke and he pulled you back into his arms.
Your heart broke for JJ. His father had always treated him so poorly. The abuse and neglect JJ had faced from the man who was supposed to love him the most made you sick to your stomach. And if it wasn’t enough for his father to torment him in real life now he managed to terrorize JJ in his dreams?
You felt tears prick at your eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to help soothe him. “Hey, it’s okay JJ,” you whispered softly, “I’m okay- nothing’s gonna hurt me,” You pulled away for a moment, looking at his tear-stained face. You wiped away the tears on his cheeks and placed your forehead against his, “We’re okay JJ,” you assured.
He nodded, taking another shaky breath.
“How about you stay here tonight?” you offered, pulling back the covers and making space for him in the bed next to you.
“But your parents,” JJ pointed out.
You shook your head, “It’ll be fine, they never come in my room anyway,” you promised.
The last thing JJ wanted was to get you in trouble, but he also couldn’t ignore the relief the thought of staying with you for the night brought him. He finally caved, sliding under the covers next to you, “Thank you, Y/N,” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your back into his chest.
You grabbed his right hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, “Of course, JJ. I’ll always be here for you,”
Summary:Rafe can’t help but be a little jealous when he finds out who your first kiss was.
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You let out a soft sigh as you looked around the party in boredom. Rafe’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder and he was laughing at something the group around you had said. You were zoned out, having much rather stayed at home with Rafe tonight than going to this boring party- but Rafe had insisted the two of you needed to go. God, you hated kook parties. they were always filled with people who thought it was better to put on a fake smile and flaunt their wealth than have a real conversation.
“Y/N,”
You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of Rafe’s voice.“It’s your turn.”
“Truth or dare?” Kelce asked you from across the room.
“Uh, truth,” you answered, not really into the game.
“Who was your first kiss?”
You scrunched your brows at his chosen question, knowing Rafe had an awful habit of getting jealous- and knowing that he would be even more so when he heard who your first kiss had been. Finally, you sighed, “JJ. JJ Maybank.” you admitted.
The group burst out laughing at you, most likely at the fact that your first kiss was from a pogue. While they all made jokes and poked fun at you, you didn’t miss the glare that was coming from the boy next to you.
You and Rafe stayed for a few more rounds before he excused the two of you from the party and led the way back to the car.
When you were finally nearing the car and out of earshot from anyone else you looked up at your boyfriend, “Next week can we please just stay home and hang? No more kook parties, I-”
Suddenly he let go of your hand, interrupting you, “Was Maybank really your first kiss?”
You paused for a moment, a little taken aback at the abruptness of his question,
“Uhh, yeah. Why?”
“Your first kiss was a pogue? And of everyone on the island, it had to be JJ?"
His voice was low and he was glaring at you as he spoke.
You raised your brows as you looked up at him, "Are you really mad at me right now for my first kiss? We weren’t together or anything,”
Rafe broke eye contact with you. Clearly, this newfound information really getting under his skin, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Rafe- do you hear yourself? Why would I tell you about my first kiss- it literally happened in seventh grade. It doesn’t mean anything,”
He still didn’t look at you, rubbing the back of his neck, “Was it any good?” He finally asked, his voice quiet as he spoke.
It took everything in you not to laugh out loud at his question, “Was 13-year-old JJ Maybank a good kisser?” you repeated his question, still trying to hold back your laughter, “Rafe, are you jealous right now?”
“No,” he said defensively, “Of course not- the hell would I be jealous of a pogue?”
You rolled your eyes, reaching up and pulling Rafe down and into a kiss, “Rafe, I’m yours, okay?” You said breathlessly as you broke the kiss for a moment, “You don’t ever need to be jealous,” You assured, pulling him in for another kiss.
When the two of you pulled back, he looked down at you, biting his lip, “But I am a better kisser than him right?”
“Oh my god,” You groaned, “Yes Rafe, you are a better kisser than JJ. Happy now?”
Rafe grinned, pressing his lips to yours again, with a muffled “Mhm,” He worked his way down the side of your jaw, placing kisses along the way, “He might have been your first kiss,” he whispered, his hand sliding down to your ass, “But I was thefirst,” He winked at you and swatted his hand away.
“Rafe- not here,” You blushed and hurried to the car, Rafe only a few steps behind, a grin plastered across his face.
Summary:Unsurprisingly, Rafe and JJ get into it at a party.
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“Maybank is that you?” Rafe’s unmistakable voice yelled over the loud music, “Now who the hell let you into a party on the Figure 8?” He grabbed JJ roughly by the shoulder and yanked him so he would face him and his kook friends standing behind him.
JJ rolled his eyes as he locked eyes with the asshole in question, “Why don’t you ask your sister? Oh, but she’s probably busy with John B-”
“Don’t you say a word about Sarah!” Rafe sneered, lunging forward and grabbing the blonde by his collar.
“Woah, Woah,” JJ raised his hands in defense and feigned innocence as Rafe kept his hold on his shirt.
“Dammit, not again.” You huffed under your breath, noticing the commotion and the crowd starting to form a few yards away from where you and Kie had been sitting and enjoying your drinks. A fight was clearly starting to form and 9 times out of 10 the boys just happened to be in the middle of it.
“You think we could have one night- just one night where they stay out of trouble,” Kie added, quickly standing up and following you toward the growing crowd.
You shoved yourself through the bustling people, finally catching sight of what was happening. Rafe had JJ by the collar and was pointing his finger in his face as he yelled at him. You froze for a second, knowing just how bad things could get when JJ and Rafe went at it with each other.
“Rafe!“ You ran up to the two boys and grabbed ahold of Rafe’s wrist that was still holding JJ, "Rafe, come on just end it alright? Things don’t have to get ugly,”
Rafe glared at you, “Stay the hell out of this Y/N- God, you and Sarah disgust me almost as much as these pogues. When are you gonna stop pretending that we’re like them?”
JJ lunged dove forward at Rafe’s mention of your name, fists flying as he tackled Rafe to the ground. Rafe hit the sand with a thud, taking a few solid hits to the face before he was able to shove JJ off of him. Both boys quickly jumped to their feet, faces red and chests heaving with anger and adrenaline. Rafe brushed the back of his hand against his nose, wiping away some of the blood that was falling from it.
“Alright enough!” Kiara stepped forward and put her body between Rafe and JJ.
You grabbed a hold of JJ’s arm and practically dragged him away from Rafe and through the crowd. “You can’t stay out of trouble for one night- not even one night can you?” You sighed, shaking your head.
He shrugged, a small grin forming across his face, “I just can’t help myself,”
You rolled your eyes, “Well next time I’m gonna let you two go at it, and we’ll see if you’re still smiling when his friends jump in and beat your ass,”
“Pfft,” JJ scoffed, “Come on I could totally take Rafe in a fight,”
“Maybe, but you know his friends- the second they see someone throw a punch they’ll jump into it and things will get really bad really quick,” You looked at JJ, tilting your head slightly, “Look I just get worried about you. You’re lucky I was there-”
“You know it’s cute and all that you’re trying to protect me, but you’re like a whole foot shorter than me, you know?“ JJ smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he spoke.
You rolled your eyes, resting your head into his shoulder, "Alright fine, I’ll remember that for next time JJ,”
“I’m kidding Y/N,” he smirked, squeezing your shoulder and giving you a peck on the cheek, “What would I do without you?”
You let out a breath, smiling at the boy, “I don’t know J, but you better keep me around for your own good,”
“Trust me, I plan on it,” He smiled, pulling you into a kiss.
Summary:JJ comes over to stay the night with Y/N after a rough night at home.
Your eyes snapped open with the sound of rapping on your bedroom window, panic surging through you. But you felt a wave of relief as you saw the messy blonde hair through the glass, knowing it was just JJ.
“God JJ,” you sighed as you crawled out of bed and unlatched the window so he could climb in, “Would it kill you to send me a heads-up text? One of these times on gonna have a heart attack,”
“I would, but that’s not nearly as fun as scaring you half to death,” he said with a grin, “Plus it’s literally only 11, I didn’t think you’d be in bed already- since when did you turn into an old lady?”
You rolled your eyes and jumped back into bed, making space for JJ to crawl in next to you, “I know it’s shocking, but some people actually value a good night sleep,”
“Yeah- old people do,” JJ deadpanned, plopping himself down next to you, “Why didn’t you go out with me and John B tonight? It was fun,”
You shrugged, “Just not feeling it I guess, plus Kie wasn’t going and she always makes it more fun,”
He punched you playfully in the shoulder, “Dang, so me and John B aren’t good enough for you?”
You laughed him off, reaching for your TV remote, “Wanna watch a movie?”
“Duh- but none of that sappy romantic crap that you and Kie always watch,”
You shook your head slightly, “Come on J it’s just me, you can admit it. I know you love them,”
He hesitated for a moment, before finally admitting the truth, “Okay fine. They aren’t all the bad- but if you ever tell John B or Pope I will kill you,”
“Ha! I knew it,” you smirked, “Don’t worry your secret’s safe with me,” You skimmed through the movies before landing on A Quiet Place. “Scary movie?”
JJ nodded, scooting closer to you, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe,” You rolled your eyes at the boy and pressed play.
A few minutes through the movie, JJ “yawned” raising his arms above his head.
You glanced over at him, jokingly glaring because you knew exactly what he was doing. “Do you really think I’m dumb enough to fall for that?” You asked as his arm wrapped around your shoulder and he pulled you a little closer.
JJ raised his eyebrows, “Well, you’re not exactly telling me to get the hell off, so…”
You shook your head and rolled your eyes once again at the stupid blonde sitting next to you, but you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach as you rested your head on his shoulder.
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You sat on the HMS Pogue, a smile wide across your face as the wind whipped through your hair. You glanced to JJ who was sitting beside you, his smile just as wide as yours.
He looked over, catching your eyes, “Wanna drink?” He asked, raising a brow.
“Yeah, sure,” you shrugged.
JJ nodded, reaching over you toward the cooler that you hadn’t noticed before on your left.
“Oh sorry, I can grab-” your offer was cut short and you trailed off as JJ’s other hand landed on top of your thigh as he finally managed to grab the drinks. Your stomach did a flip at his touch and you had to stop yourself from gasping out loud.
“Here,” he handed you a can and kept one for himself. Leaving his hand sitting gently on your thigh, “You alright?” He asked, looking at your flushed cheeks and parted lips with a grin- knowing exactlywhat he was doing.
“Y-Yeah… Yeah, I’m great,” you breathed. JJ smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but a loud splash interrupted the moment.
“JJ! Y/N! Are you guys getting in or what?” John B hollered, then jumped into the cool water to join the rest of the pogues.
You laughed softly, standing up with JJ. You pulled off your shirt, leaving you in your favorite striped bathing suit and followed JJ to the front of the boat.
You were about to jump into the water when JJ laced his fingers into yours, “Y/N,” You looked back at him, a smile still across your face.
“I just wanted to say, this has been a lot of fun- you’ve been a lot of fun,” JJ blushed slightly and looked away for a second, “Do you think you’d wanna do it again sometime?”
“JJ,” you paused, took a breath, and before you could convince yourself not to, leaned in and pressed your lips to his.
JJ hesitated for a moment, clearly surprised by your response, but he quickly regained his confidence. His hands dragging down around your waist, pulling you into his body as he deepened the kiss.
The two of you pulled away for a moment, catching your breath, “Was that a good enough answer for you Maybank?” You asked, still a little breathless from the kiss. JJ laughed softly, unable to stop his smiling as he went in for another.
You stifled a laugh as you heard the Pogues in the water hollaring at the two of you.
“Get a room!” Pope joked, earning the finger from JJ as he pulled you even closer to him.
You couldn’t help but think of Rafe as JJ kissed you.
Not because you were missing him, but because you wondered if this was what it’s supposed to feel like. This spark, the constant butterflies- was this love?
How had you been foolish enough to think that what you had with Rafe was anything close to love?
