#outerbanks x reader
Mayday
Based On: Outer Banks
Characters: JJ x Reader, Kie, John B, Sarah, Pope
Warnings: Language
w/c:1.7 k
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?
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“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,”
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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?”
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Jailbreak
Based On: Outer Banks
Characters: JJ x Reader
Warnings: Minor Language
w/c: 500ish
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.”
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Hungover
Based On: Outer Banks
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.
a/n: this was a request from an anon,, but it was too long to include it here,, thank you for the request ! <3
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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.
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Nightmare
Based On: Outer Banks
Characters: JJ x Reader
Warnings: Abuse Mentioned (cannon to the show)
w/c: 500ish
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,”
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First Kiss
Based On: Outer Banks
Characters: Rafe x Reader
Warnings: Mild Language
w/c:650
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.
My Protector
Based On: Outer Banks
Characters: JJ x Kook!Reader, Rafe, Kie
Warnings: mild language, minor fight scene
w/c: 650ish
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.
A Long Day (Part 3)
This is the third and final part to the “A Long Day” Series.
Somehow you had managed to calm down during your drive to Kildare. You knew that no matter what your mom tried to do, your friends would be there for you every step of the way. Besides, staying at John B’s meant you’d be able to help him keep the place up for DCS and even help him pay rent. Another bonus is the amount of time that your boyfriend already spent there. You could transfer to their school in the fall and from there you could figure it out.
As you walked towards Twinkie, it started to rain. You smiled as you rapped your hand on the door in the ‘secret code’. You were quickly greeted by JJ, Kie, and Pope.
“Everything good?” JJ asked, searching your eyes.
“It is now,” you answered wrapping your arms around him and giving him a quick kiss.
“Okay that’s enough PDA, we are still here,” Pope joked.
The four of you sat and waited, they filled you in on the newest additions to the plan. Kie complained about Sarah, and how she couldn’t be trusted again. But again, your mind started to wander.
‘I didn’t know that sluts were allowed to wear white, she’s still hot for a pogue though.’
Why did it matter where people are from, who their parents are, and the amount of money they had? Your mother’s comments about JJ resurfaced, which led you to think about JJ’s dad and the scene outside of the police station. You allowed yourself to consider for a moment how much worse it would have been if you weren’t there.
Clearly starting to get in your head, you decided to leave before JJ noticed and asked you about it. “Okay, they are taking too long, I’m going to get them,” you explained before exiting the van.
You made your way to the Hawk’s nest only to see that John B and Sarah were joined by Topper. You sprinted up the stairs, knowing that nothing good was going to come out of this, especially since he was already upset and drinking earlier.
“You are a stupid, lying whore Sarah,” you heard Topper say as you rounded the corner.
John B, pushed him out of her face, “Just stop it, man. Leave her alone.”
“Sarah you better tell him to back off, cause I’m about to beat his ass,” Topper threatened, “I’ll drown him like his old man, I swear I will,”
“No, you won’t,” you spoke before John B could respond, alerting everyone of your presence. You pushed yourself in between Topper and John B. “You guys can go, I have my car here, I’ll make sure Topper gets home okay,” you instructed without even looking back at them.
“Y/n I don’t think that’s a good idea,” John B replied.
“I’ll be fine, just go.” As soon as you heard them start to leave you looked back at your brother, “Come on Top, you’re drunk, I’ll drive us home.”
“No, I’m going anywhere with you, you knew!” he said clearly distressed.
“Knew what Top? That you were about to do something stupid? That’s kinda a given when can can’t even speak without your words slurring together.”
Topper snapped grabbed your arm forcefully, “You knew about Sarah and John B and you didn’t even tell me. What the hell?“
Your tone softened as you realized what Topper meant, "Topper, I swear I didn’t know that anything was going on between them.”
“Your lying, you’re not my sister not anymore, you’re one of them.”
"First of all, let go of me,” you said ripping your wrist free and taking a step back. The thunder clapped again, sounding closer this time, and the rain was coming down harder. You tried to remind yourself that he was drunk and heartbroken, but that didn’t stop the sting of his words, especially following the scene with your mother from earlier. “You are in no condition to drive, especially with the storm, so hate me all you want, but I am going to make sure you get home safely. Let’s go,” you said lightly touching his arm.
“I’m not leaving with you!” he yelled, anger getting the better of him, without even thinking about it he pushed you off of him and backward and you broke through the railing. Your body made a thud when it hit the sand and it was still. Too still. Topper sobered up, realizing what he had just done. He was racing down to see if you were okay, but John B was there and he knew that he needed to leave before the rest of the Pogues showed up.
John B had said goodbye to Sarah who he had convinced to go home before the storm got any worse. He was going to head back to Twinkie when he heard you and Topper yelling at each other. He doubled back to the Hawk’s nest just in time to see you fall. He sprinted to your side, “Shit, shit, shit, Y/n! Can you hear me? Y/n!” John B slid to his knees slightly moving your head to see if he could get you to come to. He was met with a small groan. He was afraid to move you too much, having no idea how injured you were.
“Help! Someone help!” he screamed, he dug his hand through his pocket for a phone that wasn’t there. He had no idea if he friends would be able to here him through the rain. He didn’t want to leave you, but he couldn’t get you help if he stayed there. A small groan escaping your lips, and he refocused his attention on you, “Hey Y/n, wake up, come on now. You’re okay, you’re going to be okay,” he promised before looking back towards the path to the Twinkie and yelling at the top of his lungs, “I need help! JJ! Pope! Kie! Help!”
It was not long before JJ and Pope came sprinting down the path, “What’s wrong John B?” JJ yelled before he rounded the corner, “What happened?” he demanded before taking John B’s place at your head.
“Topper pushed from the top of the nest. She needs help. But I don’t think we can move her,” John B explained.
“Where the hell is he?” Kie asked, looking around for any sign of your brother.
“That doesn’t matter right now, we need to call an ambulance!” JJ ordered looking between his friends.
“My phones in the van, I’ll go,” Pope says before running off.
“Hey Y/n, can you open those beautiful eyes for me? Come on sweetheart, you are going to be okay, you just need to wake up,” JJ’s hands hovered over you wanting to shake you, but being afraid to touch you. He glanced up at the top of the nest, the severity of the situation crashing into him like a 15 foot wave. He lost whatever calm that he had, “Y/n please, I need you to be okay, please, I can’t lose you,” tears were streaming down his face at how still you were.
He barely registered John B pulling him away from you so that the paramedics could get to work. He just turned and hugged his best friend, who pulled him back towards the van. He didn’t register the conversations being had between his friends as they decided who would take your car. Kie heading towards the hospital in your car, Pope driving the Pogue, while John B tried to keep JJ calm in the back.
“She’ll be okay man, she’s tough,” John B to comfort JJ, who was on the verge of a panic attack.
“Yeah, she’s going to be fine,” Pope agreed.
“Totally, it’s not like she just fell from 50 feet, laying still on the ground completely unresponsive,” JJ replied harshly, raising his hand to his chest.
“JJ,“ John B said, trying to catch his focus.
“I’m sorry, I just- I can’t lose her,” he cried, pulling his knees up into his chest like he used to when he was a child.
"You’re not going to lose her man, I promise,” John B replied.
When they got to the hospital, they were told that they couldn’t see you or be told how you were doing because they were not family. Your mom had apparently called and told them that she and Topper were the only ones allowed to see you, no exceptions. JJ tried to explain that he was your boyfriend and how he just needed to know if you were okay, but considering the fact that your mom was one of the top donors towards the hospital, he never had a chance. He desperately made a dash to go back to the ICU but was stopped by the security guards. John B and Pope stepped in to try to reason with them, but it just went downhill from there until all three of them were being threatened to get kicked out or have the cops called.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Just ask her mom to come out here please and I’m sure we can work it out,” JK said calmly.
“Her mom isn’t here. You kids need to go home,” the nurse replied.
“What? That’s insane! We aren’t going anywhere!” John B argued.
“It’s okay JB, we can come back later,” JJ said calmly and everyone took his lead heading around the corridor.
“What the hell man? We are not leaving her here alone,” John B said once they were out of earshot of the guards and head nurse.
“No we’re not,” JJ said, holding up the nurse’s ID.
After managing to snag some scrubs from a locker room, JJ snuck around the hospital until he made his way back to the ICU. He tricked a nurse into giving him your room number and then snagged your chart on the way in your room.
When he saw you laying there unconscious hooked up to the machines, he realized that he had never once seen you look helpless before. You looked small and delicate, and those were not words he would ever have used to describe you. He took a seat beside you, daring to look at your chart. You had a concussion, dislocated shoulder, and broken collarbone. Pain meds, a sling, and ice and you should be good as new after a few weeks. JJ smiled at the words and took a moment to send his friends a picture of your chart with a text saying you would be okay. They text him back, but he chose to ignore them, placing your chart down and taking your hand in his.
“Y/n? Can you hear me? It’s JJ,” he spoke softly, “Babe, I need you to wake up,” he tried again. He stood up and pushed the hair out of your face before gently kissing your forehead. It was as he pulled away that you started to shift, taking in a deep breath before briefly opening your eyes.
“Good morning,” he joked softly. You forced your eyes open again, wincing as you turned your neck to see him better. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t move. Just relax,” he instructed.
“Where am I?”
“St. Olive’s. You fell from the top of the Hawk’s nest, but you’re going to be okay. Just a mild concussion, broken collarbone and a dislocated shoulder.”
“At least my nurse is cute,” you joked, causing you to laugh and move wrong. Apparently whatever drugs you were on were wearing off.
“Take it easy over there,” JJ said, taking your hand in his again, “You feeling okay? Need anything?”
“Water?”
“Yeah, of course. Coming right up.”
“Thanks,” you said after downing the tiny cup he handed you, “What’s up with the scrubs?”
“Your mom has this place wrapped around her finger and has decided that only she and Topper can visit. So I had to be a little creative in sneaking in.”
At the mention of Topper, you forgot where you were, that you were safe, with JJ. “Y/n, you still with me?” JJ asked, concerned with your sudden change. You didn’t even hear him as the events from Hawk’s nest flashed through your mind and caused your heart rate to skyrocket, leading a group of nurses to race into your room. Luckily JJ, ducked into the bathroom before anyone could see him.
The nurses managed to calm you down, thinking that you were just freaking out because you woke up and were alone. They gave you another round of pain meds and told you that you should be good to check out in the morning when your mother came to pick you up. You thanked them, and waited for them to leave the room before pulling the IV out of your arm.
“What do you think you’re doing?” JJ asked as you were now standing up looking to unplug the machines from the wall.
“If I unplug them from me the alarms will go off and the nurses will come back. If I unplug them from the wall they can’t give me away.”
“Why not just lay back down and let them stay plugged into you so that the doctors can make sure you’re okay?”
“Because we’re leaving,” you replied, opening cabinets looking for something besides a hospital gown to slip into, whether that be scrubs or your clothes from earlier.
“Y/n I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides, it’s just one night and I promise to be here with you the whole time. Hospitals aren’t that bad.”
“I’m not worried about the hospital. I’m worried about what happens tomorrow when my mom comes to get me,” you let slip apparently not yet fully control of yourself.
“What is that supposed to mean?” JJ asked.
“Look it doesn’t matter J, I am not staying here. So either start helping me or get ready to be escorted out of here,” you say clearly upset.
JJ grabbed your good arm, his other hand guiding your chin so you were looking at him, “Are you sure you are okay?”
“I’ll be fine JJ, I promise.”
“And you’re sure you want to leave?”
“Yes. I am sure.”
“And are you turned on by me in scrubs?” he joked, making you smile.
“Oh, so turned on,” you replied before closing the gap between the two of you and kissing him.
“Okay, how do you want to do this?”
“I need clothes, I am not leaving in this. Are John B and them still here?”
“Yeah, they’re camping out in the parking lot in Twinkie.”
“Okay, call him and tell him to meet us at the side entrance in 5 minutes.”
“Okay, I can do that, and I know where we can get some scrubs. Just stay here.”
JJ left and was quick to return with a set of scrubs for you. While he was gone you wrote out a note saying that you left of your own accord, blah, blah, blah. He helped you change and the two of you snuck out using the stairs. There was one close call, but you made it out to where you were relieved to find Twinkie with the side door open and your friends waiting for you. Pope got out to give you the front seat. Everyone was asking you a ton of questions and telling you how glad that they were that you were okay. JJ explained how he managed to break into your room and how he managed to break you out. You tried to tune out the pain in your arm and ignore the growing pounding of your head.
“You okay?” John B said quietly so only you could hear him.
“I left after the pain meds wore off and before the next round started I pulled the IV out of my arm, so I’m consciously experiencing my symptoms for the first time,” you explained as you shut your eyes, concentrating on your breathing.
“Okay, sounds like we need to make a pit-stop,” he said, glancing over at you slightly concerned. He pulled into the 24 hour drugstore on his way to drop Pope off. “I’m going in to get Y/n some pain meds and an ice pack for her arm. Does anyone else need anything?”
“Ice cream?” you asked with puppy dog eyes.
John B rolled his eyes jokingly, “Pain meds, ice pack, and ice cream, got it.”
“I’ll come with you,” Pope started, “I want to see if they have any of those things,” he lied horribly.
JJ hopped out and went around to the driver’s seat. “How you feeling?”
“Oh you know I’m on cloud nine,” you say sarcastically.
“I would give you some of my stash, but Pope said it could mess with your concussion.”
“Yeah, probably not then.”
“I love you, you know that right?”
“Of course I do J, I love you too.”
“You wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” you answered, which was not a lie, just not the complete truth. One glance at JJ’s face told you that he wasn’t buying it. Luckily for you the others returned. At this point everyone was tired, John B took Pope home, before taking both you and JJ back to the chateau with him, where Kie was waiting outside in one of the hammocks. You knew that if she drove your car she knew. But instead of bringing it up she just brought you into a side hug careful not to hurt you.
"Everything’s going to be okay, I promise,” she whispered as she pulled away.
You thanked her before taking a deep breath and turning to John B, “Can I talk to you for a second?”
He nodded a bit confused, before gesturing for you to lead the way, “What’s up?”
“I was wondering if I could move into the spare room long term, at least until I can get a job or something?”
“Of course you can. Consider the guest room Casa ala Y/n.”
“I’ll help you keep everything straight for DCS and I’ll chip in for rent and groceries and everything,” you promised.
John B laughed at how serious you are, “Dude chill, it’s not a big deal. JJ practically lives here too,” he laughed.
The two of you walked back towards the others JJ clearly confused as to what was going on.
“Kie, can you help me grab Y/n’s stuff from her car?” John B asked giving you a knowing look.
You turned to JJ prepared to explain everything, but he beat you to the punch, “Okay, spill, I want to know everything that has happened since the last time I saw you because clearly you were upset and now…” he rambled before you cut him off.
“I got into a fight with my mom at Midsummer and she kicked me out, so I’m moving in here,” you explained, “I left Rixton’s to get all of my stuff before she tried to get rid of it.”
“Babe, you could have told me. I would’ve went with you,” JJ sighed. He knew that your relationship with your family had been strained since you started hanging out with the Pogues and how much that bothered you.
“It was something that I needed to do on my own.”
“Okay,” he nodded. “Are you okay though? Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s weird, earlier I was stressed, but now I just feel freed. It’s like I know everything will work out now, because I have you and the Pogues,” you replied smiling genuinely.
“I love you, you know that?”
“Of course I do, I love you too J.”
The two of you went inside, where John B and Kiara were bringing in the last of your stuff.
“Hey guys, I’m going to take Kie home, I’ll be back in a bit,” John B said as he headed out the door. Kiara said goodbye to you and JJ and made you promise to call her if you needed anything.
After the two of them left, you yawned. JJ noticed and said through a smile, “Looks like its bedtime.” He was quick to set up the pillows so you could sleep comfortably beside him. You were trying to get the scrubs off to put on some of your pajamas but were failing miserably. “JJ?”
“Yeah, what’s up? Oh,” he said, trying not to laugh.
“Shut up and just help me,” you whined.
He came over and carefully lifted the shirt over your head and around your arm in the sling, he winced at bruises that showed, wishing he was there to stop Topper, who was a dead man walking at this point as far as JJ was concerned. He couldn’t focus on that though, not when you were laying right beside him. He watched you contently, allowing himself to relax, knowing somehow that things would be okay. He started to drift off, a smile still on his face.
Worried
AN: JJ Maybank x Reader. Mentions of blood, injuries, etc.
When you showed up to the chateau, tears streaming down your calm face, blood coating your hands and shirt, a fresher redder blood coming from the side of your head and from your nose and even from a busted lip, you honestly had no idea what you were doing. Your brain was not processing the pain, fear, and exhaustion. You weren’t consciously aware of where you were or where you were going. You were just on autopilot, going to the one place you knew you would be safe. The events of the past hours were no longer playing on repeat in your head, instead there was just a fog, a numbness. At this point you didn’t even register that someone came out the front door, nor could you comprehend who it was.
“Yo Y/n, we’ve been trying to get ahold of you. We’re all about to go on the-” JJ looked up from his phone and dropped it, jumping off of the porch to meet you.
“Shit Y/n what happened? Are you okay? Is this yours?” he asked frantically as he pulled your shirt away from your skin. What he saw made him sick.
“JJ?” you asked before passing out.
He quickly repositioned himself to keep you from hitting the ground. He shifted you in his arms to carry you in the house.
“John B!” JJ shouted desperately as he hoisted you up and inside, setting you down gently on the bed before grabbing the first aid kit, water, and a towel. He called out for his best friend again, hoping that he would come tell him what to do.
It wasn’t like JJ didn’t know how to patch you up. He had treated his own injuries and the injuries of his friends countless times. The problem was that seeing you in the position was not letting his brain function properly. He wiped the blood away from the gash about your temple, holding the rag there long enough to be able to see that it wouldn’t need stitches. He ran his fingers through your hair to make sure that there were not any serious head injuries hidden. He then continued to move down your face cleaning you up, disgusted by the bruises he was uncovering. He swore to himself that whoever did this was not going to see the light of day tomorrow.
He pulled your shirt off again and felt your ribs, making sure none of the were broken, at least as well as he could tell. He relaxed a little knowing that this significantly lessened the chance of internal bleeding. The bruises on your body were making him sick. He watched your chest rise and fall, allowing himself to calm down a bit.
“I swear if the two of you don’t get on the Pogue right now, I’m fishing without you,” John B called as he entered the back door.
This was enough noise to bother you, and as you tried to turn away from it you groaned clearly in pain.
“Shit what happened? Is she okay?” John B asked.
“I don’t know man, she just showed up covered in blood and then passed out before she could say anything?”
“Is she okay though?”
“Does she look okay man? Someone beat the shit out of her, I’m surprised she even made it here.”
The two of them talked for a bit, keeping a careful eye on you. John B took the med kit, towel, and everything up. JJ had grabbed some pain meds, fresh clothes, and water for you. He wanted to wake you up, to know what happened, to make sure that you would be okay, but he knew that it was best to let you rest for now.
It wasn’t until Pope and Kiara arrived with Pizza that you began to stir. The smell was the first think you noticed. Then the low voices from the living room. You opened your eyes, the right one sore and clearly swollen . You reached your hand up to your face, feeling the gauze over your temple, and lightly brushing your hand over your nose, causing pain to shoot through it.
You tried to sit up, inhaling sharply at the pain in your stomach. You felt like you were about to throw up. You forced yourself off the bed, downing the advil and water. You walked into the bathroom and literally burst into painful tears when you saw your reflection in the mirror. Your face was bruised and swollen, you could see the bruises on your throat, and didn’t dare to lift up your shirt, well JJ’s shirt.
Speaking of, having heard you crying, JJ rushed to the bathroom annoyed to find it locked.
“Y/n? Are you okay? Can you unlock the door?” he pleaded.
You couldn’t answer him. It was too much.
“Y/n please?” he asked voice soft as he held his head against the door. It was killing him to be out there.
You shifted over and undid the lock. JJ opened the door and his heart broke at the scene in front of him. You were wrecked. He wanted to ask you if you were in pain or if you were okay, but both of those were clearly stupid questions. He also wanted to ask what happened, but now was clearly not the time. So instead he gently pulled you into his chest whispering calmingly in your ear. He held you there until you calmed down.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling away to look at your face.
“No,” you answered simply.
“That’s okay, why don’t we go get some food?” he suggested.
You nodded, weirdly nervous to see your friends. JJ stood behind you the entire time arm around your back reassuring you that you were okay.
“There she is!” John B said excitedly.
“Hey guys,” you greeted as you sat down, JJ going to the kitchen to grab both of you some pizza. You took the plate he was handing you and looked at your friends. Everyone was looking at eachother nervously, which was giving you anxiety so you decided to just answer the question that they’d all been wanting to ask, “My dad owes alot of money to his dealer, I was came home to find the place being ransacked and they did this,” you said gesturing to your current condition, “to send him a message. I’ll be fine though, I’m just gonna hang her until everything blows over. So stop staring at me like I’m about to break and eat some pizza,” you say smiling at the end.
“The queen has spoken,” JJ joked, earning laughs from the group, and everything shifted into more comfortable conversation.
It wasn’t until later that night that you allowed yourself to start thinking about what happened again. You hated your dad for putting you in that position. The fact that after undoubtedly coming home to find the place ransacked and finding blood, that he hadn’t even bothered to check in with you to see if you were okay almost hurt more than your injuries. It didn’t matter that you already knew he was a deadbeat, you still wanted to believe that he cared a little. Yet at the same time you felt guilty for hating him.
JJ noticed that you were becoming agitated and motioned for his friends to give the two of you a moment. He knelt down in front of you gaining your attention.
“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” he asked softly.
You explained everything to him, knowing that he would understand. JJ was your person, through and through, he was always there for you. He listened and then proceeded to berate your father which made you laugh and then winch from the pain in your ribs.
“Easy there, don’t get too excited.”
You rolled your eyes before yawning, “If you don’t want be to laugh, you better start avoiding me,” you grinned.
“I don’t know about all that,” he smiled.
“You’re cute, you know that?” you asked taking in his blonde curls and blue eyes.
“Oh my gosh!” he says excitedly, “I’m the more attractive one in this relationship for once!”
“JJ!” you say before smacking him with a pillow unable to hide your smile.
“Hey guys!” he calls out to his friends wanting to inform them of his latest discovery.
You just lay back, rolling your eyes at his antics, thinking about how lucky you were to call him yours.
JJ explained his revelation, and without missing a beat John B replied, “No, I’m pretty sure she’s still got you beat.” The others quickly agreed, laughing as JJ pouted.
You looked around you, realizing something that you’d always known deep down. At the end of the day this was your family, and you wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Foul Party
A/N: This is a JJ x Reader imagine that contains potentially triggering content related to an attempted sexual assalt.
Just to be crystal clear, the decision to go to this party was not yours. Sarah had watched her dad blow himself up and then she broke up with John B, and she just wanted to blow off some steam. That is why you let her talk you into going to a kook party. You were going to make sure Sarah was okay, because that is what good friends do. You had decided that you would have 1-2 drinks right off the bat and then switch to water so you would be good to drive whenever Sarah was ready to leave. You made sure that she had JJ’s number just in case. JJ, being the good boyfriend that he is, offered to take you guys to the party. However Sarah wanted a girls night and you weren’t going to make her third wheel, especially right after a break up.
The two of you went inside, downed the first drink, poured the second, and then Sarah led you into the crowd and you started dancing with her. She seemed to be having a pretty good time and had started talking to some girls that she had known from school. You were about halfway done with your second drink and headed back to get some water when a guy knocked into you spilling his drink on your shirt.
“Hey, I’m sorry I must have got distracted by how incredibly beautiful you are.”
“Nice line, but I have a boyfriend,” you said, finishing your drink and trying to push past him.
“Understood. Let’s get you another drink, and then I’ll show you a bathroom you can freshen up in, and I’ll leave you alone the rest of the night.”
You agreed and you made your way to the kitchen to grab some water. He then led you up to the master suite bathroom, telling you that no one else would know that it was there, so he knew that it would be free. You went into the bathroom and tried to ring the beer out of your shirt. You looked in the mirror, and the room was starting to spin, which was odd because you’d only had the two drinks.
“Are you okay?” the guy asked from the door, “You don’t look so good, maybe you should lie down for a minute, I can go get Sarah.”
You normally wouldn’t have listened, but you were feeling really out of it. It wasn’t until you watched him close the door instead of going to get help that your confused mind was able to place the pieces together.
“You slipped me something,” you slurred trying to push yourself up and find your phone.
“Not so fast,” he said, grabbing your phone and putting it on the table, “everything is going to be fine Y/n, just lay back and relax.”
“Stop it. Get off me. Help!” you tried, but there was no power behind your words.
“Shh. Everything is going to be fine. Just relax.”
You tried to fight back, but your mind wasn’t processing anything. He was in the process of pulling your shirt off when Sarah opened the door. “Get the hell away from her, you creep!”
“Get out of here Sarah,” he shouted, not expecting her to push him off of you and onto the floor.
“What did you give her?” Sarah demanded.
“I didn’t give her anything, she’s just wasted.”
“No she’s not and if you don’t tell me what you gave her now I’ll call the cops, or better yet her boyfriend,” she bluffed.
“I just slipped her a roofie, no need to overreact.”
Sarah was going to say something else, but was distracted as you started to groan. She grabbed your phone, stashing it in her back pocket before putting your arm around her neck and more or less carrying you out to your car. You kept going in and out of consciousness and she was tempted to take you to the hospital, but she knew that they would ask too many questions. She was also well aware of the fact that she was far too wasted to drive, so she pulled out her phone and called JJ. She was trying to figure out exactly what to say, but didn’t have time to think as he picked up after the second ring.
“What’s up princess? Calling to get my help getting John B back?” JJ joked.
“JJ…It’s Y/n” Sarah started, the tone of her voice already scaring the shit out of him.
“What do you mean ‘it’s Y/n’? What happened? Where are you?”
“We’re in her car in front of the party. Someone slipped her a roofie and I can’t drive right now. I need you to come pick us up.”
“Is she okay?” he asked, worry evident in his voice as he was scrambling to get his stuff together.
“She’s really out of it, and can’t stay awake. But I think that’s normal. She just needs to get home and sleep it off.”
“Are you sure we shouldn’t take her to the hospital?”
Before she could answer, she heard John B’s voice in the background, “Take who to the hospital? Is Sarah okay?”
“Sarah’s fine. Y/n was drugged and they need a ride. I’m just trying to figure out if I’m bringing her here or to the hospital. So shut up and get ready to go,” JJ instructed his best friend before returning his attention to Sarah, “Sorry about that, do you think we should take her to the hospital to be safe?”
“She was drinking earlier and they are going to ask how it happened and I really don’t think we want to get the police involved or even her parents for that matter. I’ve been reading online and since there was only one, she should be fine.”
“Oh, okay.”
There was a long pause.
“Did anything happen?” JJ asked, his voice quiet like a scared child’s.
“No JJ, I got there before he had even got her clothes off.”
“Okay, John B and I are on our way,” JJ said before hanging up the phone.
Sarah refocused her attention on you, trying to keep you somewhat cognizant while making sure your pulse was still vibing. She felt horrible for dragging you to the party. Even though she had no way of knowing that this was going to happen, she blamed herself. She let her mind wander to what could have happened if she was even a few minutes later. Tears were streaming down her face.
“‘m sorry Sarah,” you slurred.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. Just do me a favor and try to stay awake,” she saw you give it a valiant effort before starting to nod off again, “Hey Y/n guess what,” she said excitedly.
“Hmmmm.”
“JJ’s coming. Your golden knight in board shorts will be here anytime now.”
Instead of the happy response she was expecting, you seemed to freeze up, “He’s going to be mad,” you whimper.
“Not at you. This isn’t your fault. He’ll be so relieved to know you’re okay.”
“‘m tired and dizzy.”
“I know, I know, just try to stay awake til JJ gets here, okay?”
“Okay.”
JJ and John B pulled up behind your car in Twinkie and JJ was out and opening your door within seconds. “Y/n?”
“JJ, knight in board shorts,” you slurred without even opening your eyes to confirm it was him.
“How you feeling?” he asked softly.
“Like shit.”
“Okay, we’re gonna get you home okay?” he promised.
JJ carefully closed your door and went to where Sarah and John B were talking awkwardly.
“So run me through this, what exactly happened?” JJ asked.
“I don’t know Y/n and I got here, we were dancing and she said that she was going to grab some water. She doesn’t come back right away so I start looking and I see her walk upstairs with this guy. I figure that he’s probably showing her the bathroom or something, Y/n’s a big girl who can handle herself. But when neither of them come back down the stairs after a couple of minutes I decide to go check on her. And I find her practically passed out with him trying to take her shirt off. He claims she’s just wasted, but obviously I knew better. So I demand that he tells me what he slipped her or I’d call the police and he said he gave her a roofie. I carried her out to the car, looked it up and figured that the best bet is probably for her to try to sleep it off. I’m too drunk to drive, so I called you.”
Normally, JJ would have already been off to kick this guy’s ass, probably beat him within an inch of his life, but he couldn’t focus on that right now. “What do I need to know to take care of her?” he asked.
“She’ll be in and out of it, probably won’t remember much of anything from tonight, might become confused. Main thing you have to watch is her breathing and heart rate. It can stay in her system for up to 24 hours, but she should be in the clear after 12. When she’s coming off it, she might have a pretty bad headache or possibly be somewhat delirious. Make sure she stays away from alcohol, drugs, even over the counter stuff. Food and water will help, but she might have a hard time keeping it down.”
JJ looked slightly overwhelmed at everything that Sarah had just said. Noticing this she put her arms on his shoulders, “She is going to be fine. I’ll send the website with all of that info, just be there for her,” she reassured.
“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding his head, wiping a stray tear away. He got back in your car and made sure you were buckled in. Apparently, you had forgotten where you were or that he was there and he was a little too handsy for your liking.
“I have a boyfriend,” you said firmly.
Despite the situation, a small smile formed on his face, you never really got drunk so this was new for him. He decided it was best to keep you talking until he could get you home, “Do you?” JJ asked amused.
“Mmhmm”
“What’s he like?” JJ asked as John B waved him off, letting him know he was taking Sarah. John B was going to make sure Sarah was okay after everything that happened, and then take her home. Afterwards he would drive your car back to the chateau.
You paused before answering JJ, your demeanor shifting, “He’s going to be mad at me,” you remembered what happened or what almost happened, but there were gaps and you suddenly it was like you forgot how to breathe.
You started hyperventilating and JJ immediately pulled over, not even a mile away from the party yet. “Y/n it’s JJ. I’m not mad at you. I love you and you’re safe now, I promise. I need you to calm down. I need you to breathe slower. Take big deep breaths okay. I’m right here Y/n, you’re going to be okay, just breathe.” He grabbed your hand and tried to calm you down. After a few minutes, you pretty much clocked out. He checked to make sure you were okay and then started driving again just wanting to get back to the chateau where it would be easier to keep and eye on you and make sure you were okay.
The drive felt like it was taking forever. He would glance at you every few second waiting for you to move or wake up or do something. It was agonizing for him to be sitting there unable to help you.
He was in the process of picking you up bridal style to carry you inside when you spoke softly, “J?”
“Yes Y/n?”
“‘M sorry”
“You have nothing to be sorry for sweetheart, I’m just glad you are okay.”
He propped you up against the couch and went to get you water. You were asleep before he came back. JJ settled in across from you. He was going to be there, making sure you were okay as long as you needed him. He was your knight in shining board shorts after all.
*=smut x=romantic pairing &=platonic/family pairing
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