#🦋pogues🦋

[rubyroutledge29]

everyone: *poses normally*

JJ: allow me to be the cutest mf there is

@jjmaybank37

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐈 | 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

summary: you've always had a thing for JJ, but your relationship with Rafe has always been intense—heated and frustrating. The two of you are bound by similar trauma and can't deny that your hate for each other might not be hate after all.

cw: fem!reader, slightly bitchy!reader, pogue!reader, mentions of alcohol, mentions of parties, mentions of sex, swearing, mean!rafe, jealousy, angst, 1.8k

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The morning light filters softly through the blinds, a faint warmth settling over the room, but all you feel is a prickling sense of guilt inching up your spine. Getting involved with Rafe was never a good idea but last night the two of you finally crossed a line. You glance over at Rafe, his breathing even, the rise and fall of his chest calm and steady. His expression is neutral, a harsh contradiction to his usual tense jaw and frustrated scowl. You can’t help but remember the way he was looking at you just hours before—intense, irritated, hungry, like you’d driven him into a maddened haze where he saw nothing else but you. 

You take a deep breath, laying back to stare at the ceiling, tracing the patterns in the plaster with your eyes. What were you thinking? What the fuck were you thinking? You hooked up with Rafe Cameron, the man you who you’ve been tip-toeing around for ages but the same man who fucks any living thing. But this isn’t just a fling, it never could be. You knew he would be trouble from the moment you met him—catching your eye from across the beach with a grin that was way too charming and a polo shirt hugging him in a way that made your head spin.

Fuck.

You feel a knot in your stomach. You aren’t that stupid, you made your own choices and dug your own grave. You hate it though. You hate him. And worse, you hate yourself—for being so reckless, and wanting more. 

Quietly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, your feet hitting the cool floor. The cold jolts up your legs, grounding you to reality as you hastily get dress, heart pounding with every movement—but you can’t even make it to the door. 

“Where are you going?” he asks, his voice still thick with sleep. 

“Don’t do that.” you reply, your voice steadier than you feel. He can’t say anything when you know he probably regrets it more than you. You’re a Pogue, he’s a Kook, it’s goes beyond that fact that you both gave in, he shouldn’t be with you. 

“Don’t do what?” he shoots back, his brows furrowing as he reaches for his a pair of shorts, “I hope you know last night didn’t mean anything.” He adds, but the way his gaze shifts suggest he’s still thinking about it, though. 

“Wow, charming as always, Rafe.” you retort, sarcasm dripping from your voice. 

“Just calling it like it is.” he says, throwing his shorts on lazily as he stands, towering over you, his presence making you feel small. Though, you have to admit, he’s still a piece of fucking eye candy. 

You clench your jaw, “You’re so fucking difficult.”

“Oh, come on,” he sneers, crossing his arms and giving you a glare, “You needed a distraction, I was here.”

You lips press into a tight line, heart pounding with guilt and regret, “You’re unbelievable.” you fumble to get the rest of your clothes on. You grab your heels and shove them on, wincing as you buckle them up, unsteady on your feet. Rafe takes a step to hold your elbow as you wobble but you yank your arm away with a scoff. He doesn’t say another word as you storm out, not wanting to give him to satisfaction of seeing just how much he’s gotten under your skin this time. Frustration and shame clings to you as you walk out of Tannyhill, feelings that you’re just unable to shake off. 

Gravel crunches under your feet, the sting of discomfort shoots up your legs, and you wince as your shoes pinch against your skin. The remnants of last night cling to you, an unpleasant headache pounds in your skull—you forgot how many drinks you actually had before hate sex sobered you up. Your clothes are sticky and sour, leaving you to search your brain for pieces of the night you can’t remember. You glance at your reflection in a shop window, your hair is a disheveled mess, and your makeup, once artfully applied, now smudges your tired eyes. You feel suffocated as if you’re trapped in your own skin—itchy, irritable. Then, your phone buzzes in your pocket, pulling you from your spirling thoughts. You pull it out, glancing at the screen. It was a message from John B, “Hey, we’re heading out on the boat. Are you coming?” You hesitant to respond, fingers hovering over the screen. Part of you wants to decline, to wallow in your frustration, JJ and Kie were going to be there—the ones you needed a distraction from in the first place, but now you need a distraction from something else. Someone else. Taking a deep breath, you reply with a quick, “I’ll be there.” before shoving your phone back into your pocket and heading toward the chateau.

When you finally reach the familiar structure, the afternoon sun casts a warm, golden glow over the weathered wooden planks and sun-bleached walls. The air is thick with the scent of saltwater and you relish in the gentle breeze that cools your skin. As you draw closer, faint voices drift toward you, along with laughter and clinking cans. You make your way down the worn path that leads to the dock, where you find the group gathered in a loose circle, loading cheap beer and snacks onto the boat. Sarah and Kie are tossing a cooler filled with ice and soda into the boat, their laughter ringing out, while John B and JJ rummage through a bag, pulling out bags of chips and sandwiches. Pope stands to the side, a smile on his face, before JJ joins him against the railing.

When they finally notice you, the chatter fades, and your friends still. Kie’s smile falters for a moment, replaced by an expression of worry. Sarah and John B share and glance and Pope looks uncomfortable, hands shoved in his pockets, head hanging low. JJ’s gaze is sharper though, a flicker of irritation passing over his features as he straightens against the railing, “Well, look who finally decided to show up,” he remarks, his tone harsher than usual. 

You let out a huff, rolling your eyes, “Yeah, I’m here. What’s your point?”

“It means, where have you been lately?” Sarah asks, her brow furrowed with concern. You frown, taken aback, “Y/n, you’ve been distance for days. What’s going on with you?” 

Sure, you hesitated to go to the party last night, but that didn’t mean you were avoiding them. You danced with Sarah, shared laughs—so why was she upset now? A pang of guilt hits you, and you bite the inside of your cheek, glancing away. Disappointing everyone has become a habit lately, and it gnaws at you. Still, you cross your arms defensively, trying to maintain your usual composure, “I’ve just had a lot on my mind, alright.” you mumble, anger simmering beneath the surface. They never seemed to care until now—why was it suddenly your fault?

“You know you can just say if you don’t want to hang out with us anymore,” JJ says, leaning against a weathered post, his arms crossed over his chest. His words strike a nerve. The two of you used to be so close, it hurts to know he doesn’t even realize you’ve grown apart. It wasn’t entirely his fault, but he certainly wasn’t blameless. He’s so focused on Kie now that your friendship has grown more distant, perhaps distance that has make it’s way to the entire group. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I not meeting your standards?” you snap, heat rising in your cheeks.

Kie steps closer, her eyes narrowing, the late afternoon light catching the edges of her expression, “You’re acting like a complete bitch.”

“That’s rich coming from you Kie,” you retort, the words dripping with annoyance as you fight the urge to roll your eyes, “You don’t even know who I am anymore!” The words are thick and suffocating, and you can feel the flicker of a memory—a shared laugh, a late-night conversation—slip away, like grains of sand through your fingers.

“Maybe we wouldn’t have to guess if you just talked to us!” she shoots back. You can see the pain in her eyes, longing for the friendship that’s slipping away. 

“I can take care of myself.” you insist, the statement firm but hollow. You take a half-step back, trying to regain some control, but inside you’re quaking. 

“We just want to help,” John B chimes in, his tone earnest with a hint of desperation. You catch the way he shifts his weight, hands fidgeting in his pockets as if he’s searching for the right words to defuse the situation. 

“Why does it matter so much to you now?” you counter, the heat of your anger flaring again, “You never cared before, so why now?” As you lock eyes with them, you see the flicker of regret in John B’s gaze, the way Kie’s shoulders slump slightly, the hand Pope almost reaches toward you, and for a moment you all realize the once tight friendships that you’ve lost. 

Pogue for life, my ass.

“Because we’re worried,” Sarah interjects, her voice softer but firm. “You’re not acting like yourself, and it scares us.” The words hit you harder than you expected. They were right, usually you were fearless, the kind of person who could waltz into a party and effortlessly capture the attention of everyone. You could take down those Kook girls with a couple snide comments and a smile. You were outgoing, lively, your laughter rang out like music, vibrant and contagious. You were a whirlwind of energy that was an acquired taste. Now you were constantly quiet and insecure, that spark you once had was dimmed. You were hurting and you were finally letting your friends see through you. 

“I don’t need your help.” you finally reply, your voice sharper than you intend, each word tumbling out with an edge that surprises even you. Your heart aches as you watch JJ’s expression shift. 

“Fine. If that’s how you feel, then go.” JJ snaps, the irritation in his voice covering the hurt behind it. He turns away, his back ridgid, and climbs into the boat, “But don’t come crawling back when it all falls apart,” he adds, his words leaving a bitter aftertaste. 

You stand the for a moment and watch the rest of your friends slowly turn away, going on with the rest of their day. You scoff, a swirl of emotions tightening in your chest—regret, anger, and a hint of something else you’re too stubborn to acknowledge. Turning away you pull your phone from your pocket, fingers trembling slightly as you dial the number of the one person you can’t help but want to see.

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Imagine the other Pogues walking in and seeing them absolutely jamming out and having the best time😂

-🦋

They don't even question it, Sarah and Kie ask to join in, Pope and JB are kind of confused but everyone else is having a good time so why not??

[strawberrystrangers]

Do you think JJ would constantly stay over at readers house bc he feels safe there compared to his own??

🦋anon

I love this!! I also kind of love the idea of the reader having accepting parents too bc that scene with Kiara’s hurt hurt!!

This literally just became a “please let JJ have a win with a girlfriend’s family who actually loves him” write-up…

Yeah he loved the independence that the chateau gave him, but your house had the company and it had the warmth of family. Your parents have stern rules about bedroom etiquette but they’ve practically given him the spare room whenever.

He definitely swings by after altercations with his dad; he’s been walking the street for hours trying to get the courage to ask if he can see you (& he does this every time, even after the 50th visit) because his insecurity is so deeply rooted in feeling like a burden (fuck you, Luke) to everyone.

So when he says he should go, because he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome, you’re always responding to it with “please stay” and not a “you can stay if you want” knowing he needs the clarifying reassurance that you want him there.

You’ll ask your parents downstairs if he can stay, and they’re always happy to say yes.

Your dad will talk to him in the kitchen while he’s making the dinner, and JJ helps with his experience from his summer jobs in the golf club kitchen. Your dad will never fail to find out how bad the altercation was, and give gentle advice and care and love and reassurance to jj, emphasising that he’s always welcome and never alone. Your dad is basically the Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting to Matt Damon. Your dad will hug him for as long as JJ needs it and there’s a few shared tears between them.

At dinner, your parents are always so interested in what JJ’s been up to—and when he divulges about the gold and his adventures, they believe him and want to hear more. They always make him feel like they see potential in him and that he’s not destined to be like his father & that his name isn’t tainted with a pre-made future.

JJ will talk mechanics with your mum, she’ll ask him if he knows what’s up with their car and he’ll go on this whole nerd talk about it.

He’ll help clean up: he washes the dishes and you dry them while your parents sit at the table still, sipping beer or martinis.

The recurring thought they always have, and the recurring thing they’ll always tell JJ is: “you have the kindest soul who has found it’s other half in our daughter” and they always make it clear that they’d rather him with you—a Pogue with gentleness—than the boys who attempt to butter them up—Kooks with misogynistic views.

[vampiretendencies]

jj calling you his girl every chance he gets 🦋🦋

yes ! i feel like this is a given

he mentions you being his girl every opportunity he gets

it could be a day out on hms pogue, jj’s practically pushing everyone out of the way to reach for your hand and help you lower your self onto the boat.

“watch out! didn’t you see my girl comin’??”

or the two of you could be out for dinner and maybe you don’t like ordering so helps you do so, you whisper in the softest voice what you want into his ear and he presses the sweetest kiss to your temple.

“i’ll have the shrimp and grits, my girl wants fries got it?”

or he could just be admiring you brushing your teeth in the morning, even with bits of tooth paste at the sides of your mouth his heart still clenches with delight.

“my girl is the prettiest.”

he’s’ obsessed with you being his girl and he’s addicted to the way ‘my girl’ rolls off of his tongue with no effort.

send your thoughts about jj and i’ll elaborate

[erwinsvow]

lil outfit mood board for my last fic, linked here!!!

no one cares but lil order scheme: top left is overalls fit/seeing pogue friends, top middle is the dress she wears to midsummers, middle left is the outfit she meets rafe in, and bottom middle & right is towards the end of the fic/wearing rafes shirts over her clothes!!!! 🩵🫶🏽🦋

[cloveroctobers]

SARAH CAMERON — spring prompts 🦋

A/N: there probably won’t be much more OBX content from me this time around so 🥂✌🏽 ! + this one includes lots of symbolism.

Using prompts from this list + numbers 1.) collecting flowers & 26.) riding the bike to the bakery in the morning

+ first gif belongs to @ofherscarlettwitchways and I can’t seem to locate who created the second one since I use google to search for gifs. I always stand by the fact that the gif search up here is lackluster for what I’m usually going for. If the second belongs to you please let me know. Just know, they do not belong to me!

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One minute, she’s holding his hand, he’s got stars in his eyes whenever he’s gazing down at her and she’s leaning into his embrace at a good ol’ kook kickback, then those short moments…lead to him trying to burn her alive.

That was just a quick glimpse into the treacherous relationship of Sarah Cameron and Topper Thornton. Maribelle “Mari” Ingram saw it all and although she hasn’t been in the Outerbanks from the very beginning (arriving here from Philly at thirteen years of age; starting high school a few months after her fourteenth birthday) she quickly learned how those two liked to operate.

It was all supposed to be sweet, their relationship, a classic tale of what the “American dream” looked like that it made Mari physically ill to think about. Those two were going to be each other’s everything—on paper. They looked good together, sounded good together, both coming from wealthy families and excelled on the superficial exterior part; even when Topper went off to college and got a degree and if he and Sarah lost touch, he’d still find a way to make her his wife.

Yet he would always be her last option. Topper would always love Sarah more than she ever loved him and this he knew but all that mattered is the fact that she would say yes to being his wife. However they wouldn’t truly be happy, it would always be for show and Sarah would always be searching for something else.

At the end of the day, Sarah Cameron wanted Maribelle Ingram around all the time. Topper was plan b and Mari knew she wasn’t that. Although she was starting to focus more on what her relationship with Sarah really entailed, she was sure that she wasn’t disposable in Sarah’s eyes.

Her fingers are sticky as she peels into a pomegranate, positive the sheets had specs of magenta on them now as she was stuck in a daze staring out the bedroom window. Mari had a lot on her mind, the mere thought that “loving” someone can amount in destruction didn’t make sense to her. That couldn’t be love, Topper did not love Sarah the way that she could.

She was convinced.

Not after Topper thinking that it was justified to set fire to the Château with actual people inside of it! Regardless it was obstruction of someone’s property and if Mari didn’t make it there on time…she wasn’t sure if any of the pogues would still be alive.

And that didn’t sit well with her.

Nothing she spewed at Topper’s truck was enough to get him to stop and realize what he had done or even running over her foot…he was a lost cause when it came to Sarah. Mari almost pitied him but honestly…what did that say about her?

She never denied being friends with Sarah like the shady girls like to do on this side of town. Mari felt like she maybe one of Sarah’s only true friends (from the other side) in this damn town but she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t hard at times. Mari tried not to count the slow-burn of feelings that was developing inside but Sarah was complicated, she wasn’t perfect like her brother liked to argue because everyone in this town had their own shit about them but liked to bury it away with their carelessness.

Things were constantly swept under the rug in the Outerbanks.

“petal for your thoughts?” Sarah spoke, plopping back onto the unmade bed after exiting from the bathroom and dressed for the day.

It was early and Mari was unsure how long she’s been awake. The morning started as a blur and she couldn’t recall when she even exited her bed to get this fruit for breakfast. She wasn’t sure if JJ and John B were even upstairs, she just knew that the morning was quiet on the dock and she felt disbelief that this was all happening.

Here Sarah was, lounged over her bed on her elbows, dressed in a floral scooped romper, bare-faced and scrubbed clean from soot, hair pulled back into a low-ponytail with two blonde streaks framing her round face; while holding out a two-tone pink and white carnation petal that she probably plucked from Mari’s mom’s bouquet.

The juice dripped from her fingers, making Mari snap out of it as she brought the sides of her fingers up to her lips to dry the pomegranate off.

Sarah blinks, expectant as she twirls the petal closer to Mari’s eyes. Mari let’s out a small huff of laughter as a sticky hand takes the petal to rest on her white sheets.

“Besides the fact that my foot might be broken and my dad’s gonna have a field day talking to Topper’s old man about it? Not thinking much else…or at least trying not to.” Mari finally spoke as Sarah perked up in concern.

Mari’s father was a famous plastic surgeon who worked on some celebrities and influencers you’re probably obsessed with. He originally went to school for orthopedics but was proven stronger in plastic surgery, so most of his time was spent in California. He didn’t enjoy the idea of owning a home in the Outerbanks even for a vacation home but with a attorney for a wife/mother, you learn to pick your battles wisely.

It wasn’t a easy task looking for homes since Mari’s mother was extremely picky and always busy. In a way she left the idea up to thirteen year old Mari who settled on a houseboat, which needed lots of TLC from its flamingo pink and sea green exterior to its modern flare it has now. The couple were hardly ever in the OBX so Mari was usually here alone with two bedrooms that she left open for Sarah’s chaotic friends.

“Let me see,” Sarah gripped at the covers, ready to pry them off.

Mari knew this would just upset Sarah but there was no point in hiding this. She would eventually get around to seeing it so Mari let out a sigh, scooting back against the headboard.

The curly haired girl waved her hand about as she went back to snacking on the red fruit, “have at it and please try to contain yourself, Sarah.”

“Yeah, yeah.” That fell on short ears as Sarah carefully yanked the duvet back analyzing Mari’s foot, “Holy shit! We need to go to urgent care, like right now. It’s not supposed to look like that!”

Mari exhaled as she rested her head back, “of course you ignored everything I just said. We can’t go to urgent care because one of the ladies there, who’s friends with my dad, Bev, will just report back to him. She known for telling everyone’s business!”

“Mari! Hello! Your foot is huge!” Sarah scoffed.

“I know! Which is why I have it elevated. It’s not my first rodeo, I’ve broken a few bones in my day and know what to do. Got crutches in my closet, a boot, a wrap in the bathroom cabinet, and packs of ice in the fridge. I’ll survive—

“I’m sorry but topper shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this…especially since he…decided to attack me. No one else should have been in the crossfire, this is all my fault.” Sarah lightly gripped Mari’s ankle, feeling her eyes burn with tears.

“Hey,” Mari fought to get Sarah’s attention with her eyes, “whatever happened between you two shouldn’t excuse attempted murder and inflicting harm on a bystander. Karma will catch up to his ass real soon.”

“No…you don’t get it.” Sarah dropped her head, “he had a good reason.”

Mari felt her brows furrowing a bit, “what do you mean?”

“I got him involved in getting the cross back…which is insane because Pope didn’t even bother getting you involved and here I go getting my ex roped into this.” Sarah began to ramble, “and there’s been some flirting which I may have taken advantage of and I got him not to press charges on John b just to convince him that I’d choose him and meet up with him later that night…just to be with John b instead.”

Mari felt the tension growing in her forehead. She wasn’t completely clueless to what was going on with the pogues but she also wasn’t involved in what they had going on. Queen of minding her business! She was on the sidelines when it came to their everlasting search of treasure and watching Sarah find a sense of belonging with kids from the other side…Mari wasn’t sure if part of it had to do with Sarah’s spontaneous need for trying something new at first or if she really found her people (she believed it turned it into the second one) but this was true…Pope didn’t involve Mari in his family’s legacy. Which she didn’t mind! Mari was aware about the history since she considered Pope a friend, they both received scholarships to attend university early—well somewhat early for Mari since she was a senior and Pope a junior. Plus her mother was good friends with Pope’s mom. The Ingram’s were originally from Philly and are considered Kooks, yet they didn’t give much of a shit when it came to the classist “rules” the Outerbanks liked to follow.

If people were genuine with them, they received it back. The Heyward’s were good people in the Ingram’s book.

“So Topper turned into a pyro because you chose to spend your time with the pogues instead of sticking with the snobs? This isn’t anything new.”

“…John b and I also were about to—

Mari’s eyes were sharp on Sarah’s face then. She didn’t need to finish the rest of the sentence as Sarah almost looked away in shame. Like Mari would judge her after revealing her actions. Mari didn’t know that there was something going on between Sarah and John B, she’s only told Mari that she thought John B was cute…and sure there was the whole being presumed dead with him out in the sea and then going missing again for a month, with the rest of the pogues but never did Mari assume that they were more than platonic.

“Do you have feelings for him?” Mari felt a lump in her throat, “…That’s why John b socked Topper in the face…now it’s making sense.”

“I know, I know, I should have told you but I never thought things would get this far! I never thought topper would do something like this or even John b…beating him like that. I thought he was going to kill him…just for Topper to turn around and try to do the same thing to us.” Sarah wiped at her nose, “you’re my best friend and I don’t ever want you getting hurt because of me.”

“Are you and John b…dating?” Mari repeated, not really wanting to hear the rest. She didn’t want to explode, didn’t have the energy but that was the one thing she wanted to know.

Sarah lifted her shoulders, “I don’t know. It was more of a spur of the moment type of thing. We were about to go that route but the house starting smoking. It wouldn’t have meant anything, that I’m sure of. I just hate that I hurt Topper.”

This was the part where Mari knew being Sarah’s friend was hard. She didn’t particularly care for Topper as a person and not just for the fact that he almost didn’t have a backbone and felt like he was bigger than he actually was but also…he got to be where Mari wanted to be romantically but at least reciprocated. She was sure that he was hurt by sarah’s choices but it’s that saying, “you lose ‘em how you get them.”

Denny says hi!

So why did Topper feel like it was different when it came to Sarah? Did he genuinely feel like they were soulmates? There was no need to place the entire blame on him but you also need to learn how to quit after awhile. Mari’s mostly been in the dark but it was starting to feel as if this was a slap in the face to have Sarah here. To have John B, here. What was Mari doing? Was she also just as foolish? Yes she opened up her home because Sarah didn’t have a place to really go, she seriously did not want to be in that suffocating apartment her father purchased for her and she simply didn’t want to be reminded of anything that had to do with her father but Sarah usually never left Mari out of the equation.

Why now?

Was it better to know?

Mari didn’t like being blindsided but she preferred a nice synopsis every now and then, especially when it came to Sarah.

“What happens if Topper decides to take matters into his own hands again? I can’t tell you that I’ll take another broken bone so easy.”

Sarah swallowed as their gaze met, holding each other’s stare. she was aware that there is only so much you can push someone before it all became too much and that means herself included.

“He’s not Rafe but he’s also not who I thought I knew either and I don’t want anything else to do with him, I promise. You don’t have to worry about that.” Sarah strongly stated, making sure that Mari knew she meant what she said.

Mari took a deep inhale as she plucked the carnation in between her pomegranate stained fingers, just to place in between her curls and ear, “in that case…I say we take a breather for the day.”

“Which means…what exactly?” A small smile was playing on Sarah’s lips.

“Hopefully JJ didn’t steal your bike…otherwise it’s going to be a painful ride down to the bakery.”

She may have or may not have gotten her car privileges revoked a few months ago…don’t ask.

Sarah pushed off the bed, “oh, he better not! Last time I let him borrow my bike, not only did he almost break the basket part but he didn’t put the seat back to my height. If his thief hands touched my girl, I’ll have to kick his butt. JJ?!”

Mari laughed to herself as Sarah spun around, almost tossing Mari’s bedroom door back as Sarah called out for the blond.

No more questions were asked as the two girls rode through the orange hues and salty water town. Sarah was taking the lead with tinted shades while a much taller Mari held on with a booted foot. Smiles were on their faces as the spring air whipped their contrast hair textures behind them, providing a light massage and easing their worries away as they rode through the active town together.

Mari’s taller but she’s leaning on Sarah since she couldn’t bring her crutch. Little does she know, after the bakery they were definitely going to the urgent care up the road but for now? They’ll just be two giggling messes as they enter, “Blissful Bites Bakery,” greeted by warm grins and patience.

Mari gets the raspberry lemon loaf and Sarah gets the apple pie cookie that’s almost the size of Mari’s swollen foot, while getting talked into purchasing the vanilla lavender smoothie for them to share on the go.

They soon find themselves, heads pressed against each other’s on the ground in the small meadow, with Sarah’s almond eyes peering up at the rising sky with a butterfly fluttering by and Mari with her eyes closed shut and golden skin warmed by the sun. They’re exchanging the smoothie back and forth, leaving Sarah to be in thought while Mari put her brain on mute.

Until…

Sarah rolls onto her belly, taking a sip as she stares down at how pretty and in peace Mari looks. Sarah aspires to have that energy someday but this moment will do.

“I love you, you know?”

That got Mari to pop her round brown eyes open, not knowing if now was the time for official feelings to be confessed.

“I love you too,” Mari softly smiled up at Sarah who hovered above her, almost making Mari forget how to breathe until Sarah handed the smoothie over for her turn.

Mari took the lightly sweet beverage as Sarah hopped to her feet and began jogging and spinning around, arms wide open in joy with Mari’s borrowed blue shades in her hand. The sun-rays shielded Mari’s sight briefly, her own shades buried in her thick hair as she watched her Sarah—her friend become one with the open field.

This is how she always wanted to see Sarah, without the stress this island liked to bring. So Mari cheered her on, lounging on the prickly scallion green grass, deeply in love with the girl who always gave her her flowers for her own keepsake.

Yet Sarah Cameron was the most abiding one.

The hotel room is stuffy and yellow and Sarah’s just finished her j, which means she’ll be leaving soon. The weight of her reminded Mari of old times, how they never had an issue leaning on each other for anything.

“I’ll be heading out to New York next weekend.” Sarah started as she sat on the edge of the bed, blanket wrapped around her chest, “you should come. I’ll even buy your ticket this time.”

Which Sarah knew Mari didn’t need her to do but it was always the gesture that Sarah continuously wanted Mari around.

Mari hums at this, “is this a business trip for you or Topper?”

“Both.”

“Doesn’t he get more agitated when it comes to his work…are you sure it’s the best idea for me to be there when you told me he’s been stressed over this next project?” Mari fought back a yawn.

Topper Thornton became quite the successful architect at just twenty-seven so it only made sense that he had a lot on his shoulders, including his wife still messing around with her “best-friend” from their teenage years. However this also didn’t stop him trying to get back at Sarah by having weekly dinner dates with his women employees and a certain ex.

“You’re always in New York with your screenwriting so what’s another trip back?” Sarah glanced over her shoulder at the dark haired woman.

Mari lived in Oregon but was consistently in New York when her scripts slowly began to take off. Between writing scripts and screenplays, pitching them to publishers and being contacted by directors to make them a motion-picture to having a balance of a slow personal life and a…conflicting love-life at twenty-six was a whole lot.

“I’m on break,” Mari rested on her back, which was true, she was on hiatus after her latest success and New York was much different than Oregon, “and summers in New York with a raging prick hovering over our backs is not how I want to spend it.”

“He’ll only be there on Friday and then he’ll be staying at his grandfather’s estate in Connecticut. He won’t be around.” Sarah had the answer for everything as she gathered her hair into a claw-clip, “Come on, it’ll be fun and we can hang out in Coney Island or go to Philly or look at properties in Rhode Island…I mean I did come all this way to this walking twilight film.”

Mari couldn’t help but to roll her eyes, remembering how Sarah was all snorts and throwing jokes while being honestly? confused on why Mari picked Oregon to live full-time. She transferred to a school out in California much to her parents’ happiness and still chose Oregon in the end. It was far enough away from North Carolina and part of Sarah wondered if that means getting away from her too.

This has been going on long enough but Sarah never got tired of Mari. Perhaps that’s what love truly looks like but the longer she stared at Mari, she noticed nine years can change your perspective on someone you care about. It slowly felt like she was pulling teeth to get Mari to just be in their relationship. To be present.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Oh, will you?” Sarah exasperated.

Mari blinked, “I’ve got a week to decide don’t I?”

Sarah crinkled her nose, pushed off the bed, taking the sheets right with her and leaving Mari bare and cool—Sarah always preferred ice cold hotel rooms, “Fine.”

The bathroom door clicked harshly behind her as Mari sighed to herself. A knock on the door sounded not long after, making Mari scramble for any article of clothing. Finding a complimentary robe tossed on one of the chairs, she slips into it before padding to the hotel door.

“For you Ms.” The bellhop held out the bouquet of white carnations, orange roses, Peruvian lilies and baby’s breath.

Mari smiled at the man in thanks before motioning for him to hold on as she retrieved his tip, wishing him a good day, before closing the door behind him. She opened up the blinds allowing the morning sun to shine through the room before she turned her attention back to the flowers, already knowing who they’re from:

To my petal, forever and always ♡— S.C.

Mari picks up the white carnation, climbs back into the bed, curls up on her side twirling the flower as the shower steams from the bathroom. Things were much simpler back then when feelings weren’t attached—Mari almost forgot what that was like with Sarah and Mari facing each other, a laughing mess with a daisy in Sarah’s hair and a carnation in her’s, holding onto each other faces and squishing each other’s cheeks together before breaking out into a dancing fit in the middle of her bedroom.

Maribelle Ingram knew she would always love Sarah for all that she is but they were twenty-five and twenty-six now, older now and should know better. They were each other’s best friends above it all, before they locked lips with wonder and nervousness and before Sarah settled for Topper.

So Mari rather pretend they were sixteen and seventeen again, held up in her bedroom screaming lyrics to Cardi B and Bebe Rexha songs with their only concerns being which song should play next.

Now it was who should fly out to continue this routine. Mari didn’t want to give up, she knew that’s how Sarah would view this thanks to her own trauma but what Sarah wouldn’t realize is that—she had to find her freedom within herself and not only in someone else.

It was time.

Mari would always be there, just with distance now for the sake of her own heart…she just couldn’t continue being the only source of Sarah’s freedom.

Once Sarah gathered her thoughts after a lengthy shower, with damp skin and towel wrapped hair, she expected to find Mari still waiting on her. However the hotel room was left empty except for the Peruvian Lillie’s.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

[kraekat29]

Juby Week March 25-31st

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

This months theme is twenty one pilots!!

you can pretty much do whatever you want.

it can be based off the lore or whatever songs you think fit the pogues/ JJ and Ruby.

writers: pretty much what I said above ^ if you need any help message me and I’ll help you🥰

artists: there’s a lot of meaning in the songs, so, do whatever speaks to you personally and do something off of that.

please DM me or comment so I can add you to the list!

tags: @cristina-t @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @redhead1180 @pankowkisses @maybankskiss @yukswl0v3 @goingfullpogue @maybanksbabe @jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah @struckstarkey

[rafeisthefuckingname]

I'm not the violent type, y'know this. maybe you need to take a deep breath, huh? and I wasn't. him n johnb were around fig8

-🦋

why were they around the rich kids? it’s not their side of the island, fuckin’ pogues. I don’t give a fuck if you’re not the violent type, beat their ass next time.

[lexavanheulee]

hihi!

so personally, i find it harder to use the terms

(Y/N) just because it takes a bit longer to type, sooo i’ve taken it upon myself to make different characters for different people!

if you are uncomfortable with me using face claims, please let me know in a request and i will of course rewrite it with (Y/N) !!!

i’m also still trying to figure out this entire tumblr thing, so please bare with me if i do this wrong :)

ok enough chit chat, here are my OTP’s !!

lily-rose purvis (purr-viss)

topper’s love interest :)

her aesthetic in emojis : 🌺💓🩰🦩

20 ( 1 yr difference with topper!)

little description from Top

“she’s got nice long red hair that i could run my fingers through swiftly with no problems.

she has these striking blue eyes that make me want to bang her on my bathroom floor.

her skin is gently kissed with brown freckles, and a birthmark on her right shoulder.

everything about her is so beautiful.”

lily-rose was born into a extremely wealthy family, her father owns the biggest business in the state of North Carolina, and her mother owns a very popular shopping store. everyone considers her to be a perfect girl, she’s beautiful, funny, perfectly written, she does cheer, and she has every guy on the island nipping at her heels.

lily-rose HATES the pogues. not because they’re poor or anything, but because on her 15th birthday John B and Kie mailed her, her now dead cats body with a harsh letter calling her a whore, slut and homewrecker. she never trusted any of them after that.

ok next!!!!!

noelle ‘noah’ jacobs

rafes love interest :)

21 (2 yr difference with rafe!)

her aesthetic in emojis : 🥥🤍🦢🪩

litter description from Rafe

“gosh where do i even start? she’s a beauty. i could run my fingers through her long blonde hair till my hands go sore.

her eyes make my heart skip a beat, they’re like the ocean. i fucking love the ocean.

her skin is so soft and perfect, it matches her so fucking well. her skin makes all my blood rush to my dick. i said what i said…

i could go on and on about the things that make her perfect.”

noelle is one of the most well known girls living in figure 8, her father is a very wealthy businessman and her mother is a town favorite. she’s known to have the perfect life, super rich and privileged, cheer captain, super popular model, lives in the biggest house in figure 8, gorgeous, so gorgeous she has every guy whimpering at her feet including hard boy Rafe Cameron.

she hates pogues, for completely different reasons than lily-rose. noelle used to date John B, but then he started getting to over protective of her. it got so bad to the point where he would put her on lockdown to even remotely avoid her talking to other people. sure Rafe is protective and willing to beat the shit out of anyone who even looks her way, but of course he keeps his cool. that’s how much he loves her, noah could not control John B to his extents.

ainsley smith

jj’s love interest :)

(im SO tired so here is a brief breakdown of her!)

21 (1 yr difference with jj)

her aesthetic in emojis : 🩵🫐🦋🐬

ainsley is the daughter of wealthy parents, and comes from the super rich part of figure 8.

her and jj met at a kegger, a kegger to welcome jj into the kook group. yep you heard that right. jj maybank, used to be a pogue is now transferred into a kook. after the jacobs took him in, he became very fond of the once rebels. they started dating only a month after!

okok that’s it! those are mainly the characters i write about! so yessssssss

ok bai

xoxo, lexa💓

[rubyroutledge29]

Surf day with my favorite people💜

@jjmaybank37 @sagemedici03 @itsme-johnb @sarah-antikook-cameron @kie-carrera-2039

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐈𝐈 | 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

summary: you've always had a thing for JJ, but your relationship with Rafe has always been intense—heated and frustrating. The two of you are bound by similar trauma and can't deny that your hate for each other might not be hate after all.

cw: fem!reader, slightly bitchy!reader, pogue!reader, swearing, family trauma, soft!rafe??, angst, smut, 2.4K

<3

You have always known the love that is messy, unpredictable, and filled with resentment. 

The walls of your childhood home were filled with that type of love. At times, your parents' love was loud and sharp, words that shattered glass and held the air—your mother’s sobs still echo in your mind—raw and desperate, and your father’s voice, deep and laced with bitterness, only pushing your mother further over the edge. Then, there were the moments of uneasy calm, when they would put it all aside and pretend to be okay. They would love each other like they should, treating you the same, creating a fragile illusion of normalcy, one you’d cling to for a long time. You’d catch them sharing a tender glance and for a moment you’d selfishly let yourself believe everything was okay—but you knew better than that. 

The nights after they fought, they slipped into your room, brushing your hair from your eyes and kissing you good night. The silence was thick enough to choke on. You wanted to kick and scream, to sob in their arms and beg them to tell you that everything was going to be alright. But you were completely alone, no matter how much they told you they loved you—it felt like a twisted version of what love should be. And every time they fought, you realized it wasn’t just a fight—it was their way of  choosing each other over you, time after time. 

It’s frightening to not know anything else—knowing you can’t give the same love back because you don’t know how. 

When you met the Pogues, it was a disturbance to the way you’ve always known things to be—and it was freeing. They welcomed you with open arms, pulling you into their tight-knit circle that felt like home. And when Sarah joined everything clicked into place. You had each other and that’s all you really needed—Pogue for life, the six of you against the world. 

But, somewhere along the way you guys lost that. Maybe it started when JJ and Kie got together, spending more time in their own world and drifting away from the group—they were always with you but they were distant, always more wrapped up in one another. Or maybe it was when you lost sight of the love that they opened you up to—when your parents finally split, leaving you to deal with the mess they made.

You missed the closeness, the stability, the only people that have ever felt like home. 

But, goddamn Rafe Cameron was a wake up call in the most intoxicating way. He got under your skin the same way you got under his. You’re both stubborn and hot-headed, relentless in getting what you want, and neither of you willing to back down. You reveled in the tension, the way his jaw clenched during an argument, the way his arms flexed when he crossed them. He was tall and imposing, his sun-kissed skin glowing from countless hours under the warm coastal sun. And that grin that made your stomach flip and touch that sent heat to your core. Fuck, you loved it.

He was the embodiment of messy, unpredictable love. It was the kind of passion that felt dangerous, exhilarating but filled with resentment. You couldn’t help yourself, you were drawn to it then just as you are now. You have your parents to blame for that, and possibly the lack of therapy. But you kept a balance with the Pogues—they were your refuge, your safe haven, while Rafe stirred something inside you, raising your temperature to dizzying heights and keeping your heart racing with every glance and every argument.

But now, you’re in deep shit. You’ve done it again. And again. And another fucking time. And you hate to admit, you’re catching feelings. 

No. no. no. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be easy with Rafe—a quick fuck, no strings attached and no goodbyes. Just pure animalistic desire and hate, pushing you onto the bed, fingers digging into your hips just enough to prove something to himself. You’d be a brat, stubborn and teasing before he’d have you begging for him—you fucking hated that it turned you on. 

 It was easy at the beginning, the time you called after your fight with the Pogues was simple. 

“Oh? Do you need another distraction?” he said, teasing evident in his tone. 

“Fuck you.” you shot back, bitterness settling in your mouth, but you knew he was right. 

“Is that what you want?” he taunts and your guilty silence is deafening. Then, you heard Rafe sigh through the phone, a real sigh, “My doors unlocked.” A silent invitation, an easy one. But simple doesn’t always mean easy. And Rafe Cameron is anything but easy, you’re naive to think that this situation ever really was.

Each time you saw him, it became more and more real, and now you can’t help but want him in more ways than one when he looks at you the way he does after sex, so raw and real. You want to stay and trace his jaw, spend the rest of the day wrapped up in bed with him. But you aren’t those people, you don’t do that. So then you leave before it’s weird, before he closes off and shuts you out, before you feel the guilt of your actions. 

You should end it now, but you can’t bring yourself to when he makes you feel this good. 

His lips trail the expanse of your body kissing, biting, sucking his way down, thumb playing with your bottom lip, before leaving to rip your panties apart. 

“You’re fucking paying for those.” you snarl.

“Whatever you want, baby.” you can feel the shape of his smug smile against your throat, and it makes you want to slap him. But instead, you're reaching a hand up to cradle the back of his neck, keeping him close to you. 

He rocks his thumb against your clit, smirking at you with pure arrogant satisfaction from the way that you shudder underneath his touch.

“I fucking swear,” you nearly hiss, nudging your hips in hopes that it’ll drag the pressure of his fingers closer, “If you don’t do something, I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” The low rasp of his voice sounds completely unbothered. 

"I'll leave,” you say firmly. Or as firmly as you possibly can with the way that the knuckle of his thumb has begun to rotate around your clit in tight, but soft sweeping brushes. But he doesn't appear to be worried in the slightest. He just grins at you. 

“No, you won’t,” He says so certainly and he’s right. You won’t leave, you have never before and you definitely won’t now, “‘Cause you need me, baby. Need me to make you cum because that dirty Pogue fucking won’t.”

Fuck him.

He tugs his hand from your underwear, and you can't help but mourn the loss. His rough hands move under your shirt, squeezing your chest. His calloused fingers brush against your nipples and you arch your back into his touch. 

“So fucking good, just for me.” he whispers with a condescending smirk as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip.

“You’re all talk, Cameron.” you say, biting back a moan. 

He fucking laughs, “I can make you beg.”

“Like you can?” Of course he can. 

“Just shut up and let me fuck you.” he says irriated, his voice low and rough. He pulls himself out of his shorts, giving himself a few tugs before shoving himself into your tight walls, making you gasp. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, his hips immediately snapping in and out, the force of his thrusts making your body jerk forward.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he taunts, chuckling at your pathetic noises, “Don’t have much to say now, do you?”

“God, I fucking hate you.” you spit, nails pressing into his biceps, before his thrusts become more aggressive, his hips slapping against your own, anger and tension seeping out of you both. 

“Mm, but you’re taking me so well.” he whispers, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear—you clench around him driving him crazier, hips snapping wildly, “S’good…so pretty.”

You moan, losing it as you grip him harder, body shuddering as your orgasm approaches, “oh my god.”

“Are you gonna cum for me?” you nod deliriously, to far gone to the point that you’re not even embarrassed that Rafe is seeing you in this state, “What a fucking cock-slut, using me everytime you need to forget about your little crush.”

You’re both so close. So, so close. 

Rafe takes one hand from his grip on your hips, using it to reach down and press his thumb against your clit, rubbing tight circles. Your back arches off the mattress, a loud moan leaving your lips.

“Oh, fuck, Rafe—” you squeeze your eyes shut, wrapping your arms around his neck, finger nails digging into his skin as you clench around him. That’s all it takes for your orgasm to rip through you, your body shaking. Then, you feel him twitch inside of you, a guttural groan rumbling from his throat as you pull him closer. Your body spasming and pussy still clenching wildly is all Rafe needed to go over the edge.

You groan internally, the guilt settling as you roll over after Rafe pulls out of you and leaves a chaste kiss on your collarbone—he’d never done that before. 

Your heart is still racing as you take a deep breath, the air thick with mingling scents of sex and shame, which makes your nose scrunch up in disgust. 

Why do you keep doing this?

Rafe was undeniably a good time—a whirlwind of lust, but a big mistake. A repetitive one. You’ve dug your grave and now you’ve fallen into it. You mentally curse yourself for wanting more than just the thrill. This was never part of the fucking plan.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice low and soft—something you’ve never heard from him before—cutting through your thoughts. Clearly, you’ve been lying here for too long, and this is his not-so-subtle way of suggesting you get out. 

“Yeah, sorry.” You reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you stand and start to gather your clothes to put them back on your body. 

“Woah, wait, where are you going?” He asks, sitting up on his elbows, his expression shifting from casual to urgent, as if the mere thought of you leaving sends a jolt of panic through him. You’re taken aback, this isn’t supposed to happen either, he’s supposed to let you walk out and wait for another knock on the door. He isn’t supposed to care. 

“What? You want me to stay?”  you ask, half-teasing and half-defensive, tugging your shirt the rest of the way on. The fabric feels soft against your skin, unlike the way his hands felt just moments ago.

“Maybe I do.” He leans back slightly, his eyes searching yours. 

For a moment you just blink at him.

“That’s real funny, Cameron,” you scoff, throwing your hands on your hips, “Don’t you have another whore for that?”

“Why the fuck do you have to be like this?” He asks, his frustration palpable as he runs a hand through his hair in a way that makes him look even more disheveled and appealing. But he drops his hand quickly, as if he’s too tired to keep up the fight.

“Like what?” you ask, tilting your head, feigning innocence—you notice his jaw tick, “I thought you liked this?”

He falls silent.

“Hm?” you mock, leaning forward slightly, “You did earlier.”

“Seriously, just—”

“You don’t do this,” you counter, gesturing between the two of you, your hands slicing through the air. “You don’t just...want someone like me.”

“What if I do?” Rafe’s voice is low, and he holds your gaze challengingly, before you break away, rolling your eyes.

“You don’t.”

“You can’t tell me what I want.” He says, and you can tell you’ve hit a nerve, but he still doesn’t raise his voice. 

“You don’t even fucking know what you want,” you shoot back, pointing your finger at him, “And I think you’re scared.”

“Fuck, Y/n,” Rafe sighs, eyes pleading in a way that makes you want to punch him. “I just—right now, I want you here with me.

Those words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you freeze, your breath catching in your throat. No, no, no—he can’t do that.

“The fuck you do.” you reply, trying to keep your composure even as your heart pounds furiously in your chest.

“Will you just c’mere.” He sounds defeated, pulling the covers down on what he's inviting to be your side of the bed, “Please?”

“Rafe…” you whisper, shoulders slumping from their previous tense state, “I can’t.”

“I just—want you here.” His voice is sincere, it makes your head spin. 

You can’t help it. You give in. Not when he’s looking at you like that, like he cares in the same way you do. Like he’s afraid to lose you too. 

“Don’t make me regret this.”  you mumble, the words escaping as you walk back over to his bed, sliding under the covers with him. The moment you settle in, you’re hit by the lingering scent of sex, a bittersweet reminder of your guilt, but it fades when he pulls you closer. Your hands instinctively press against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. An arm wraps around you, and his leg slots between yours. You never would’ve taken Rafe for a cuddler but here you are—you don’t hate it. 

“This what you wanted?” You ask, almost letting out a genuine laugh when he shoots you a glare. 

“Yeah, now shut up.” The arm around you moves lightly over your ribs, the other cautious as he raises it to your face. When his lips meet yours, they’re soft, unhurried—so different from the heat you felt earlier. It’s almost overwhelming, like he’s kissing someone he really cares about. It’s still dizzying but in a different way that you’re used to. He shifts, aligns his parting lips with a firmer pressure and–oh, there’s the heat, but you lift your hand to his jaw, your thumb grazing his skin—a silent signal for him to slow down. He responds instantly, breaking away for just a moment to plant a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth before returning to your lips with the same gentle, deliberate pressure that makes you feel wanted. Like maybe what he said was true. He doesn’t just need you—he wants you. And that’s more than enough for you to stay.

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[maybanksbabe]

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I wouldn’t mind some more thots calling her Tink🫣

-🦋

these are definitely going to be more Kodi/Ruby centric as I see it as her name for Ruby, since JJ probably has a dozen more for Ruby anyway lmao

she loves whispering it in her ear when they're at parties "easy, Tink, behave yourself"

Kodi knows the way it makes her a flustered mess, so she uses it at the most inappropriate times

during movie nights with the other pogues, when they're curled up sharing a blanket together, Kodi's hand inching closer to the waist of Ruby's shorts to get inside

outings on the water, when they've spent the day in their swimsuits/bikinis, if Ruby is almost dry, Kodi will deliberately go for a swim and then give her a fully-body hug "c'mon, Tinker, show me some love!"

she LOVES throwing her over her shoulder with a smack on the ass, I'll say no more about that

"C'mon, Tink you can give me one more, be a good girl"

"Ah-ah, I'm not done with you yet, Tinkerbell"

"Fuck, Tink, so wet just for me?"

[jeyramarie]

Bonfire- JJ Maybank x Reader

summary: the hangout turns messy, as usual when there’s kook and pogues in one place.

wc: 1,316

warning: cursing?, make-out session, fighting, weed, alcohol

a/n: i miss jj so much 🥲 i hope y’all like it 🥰 happy reading 🦋

It was the annual back to school bonfire in the Outer Banks. Everybody went. Both Kooks and Pogues. It was one of the only times when they tolerated each other for a few hours. Plus, the alcohol helped. The music was blasting on the speakers as teens talked, gossiped, drank and danced. The bonfire was bright and it emanated warmth that was very much needed due to the beginning of autumn.

The pogues arrived on the Twinkie and quickly got out to blend themselves into the crowd. John B and JJ went straight to the beer while Pope and Kie continued their conversation that they had going in the car. After the blonde got his beer he left his best friend with some girl from class and left to look for his girl, Y/n. He walked up a flight of stairs and looked around until he finally saw her.

She was talking to some work friends as she drank from her red solo cup. Her smile lit up the room making JJ stare in awe. Y/n pushed a piece of her y/h/c hair behind her ear when she saw the blonde from the corner of her eye. Their eyes met and both their smiles grew. She excused herself from the conversation and ran towards JJ, jumping into his arms for him to twirl them around.

“You guys made it.” Y/n mumbled into his neck as he put her down.

“Yeah, finally. Kie was taking too damn long.” He complained, causing the y/h/c to laugh.

“Where are they?”

“John B is with some girl and Kie is still talking to Pope… I think.”

“Wait, John B is with a girl? He and Sarah broke up yesterday, why would he do that?” Y/n asked, suddenly feeling angry at the pogue.

“I don’t know, babe. I tried to tell him that Sarah would come around, to just give her some time but I didn’t think he would go off with some other girl.” JJ said, looking at the floor as he scratched his eyebrow in disappointment.

“Well, let’s just hope that doesn’t come back to bite him in the ass.”She shrugged as the blonde chuckled,pulling her towards him by her waist. Y/n threw her arms around JJ’s neck as his arms went tightly around her.

“We should go somewhere else.” He whispered with a smirk. She nodded and parted from him to take his hand to walk somewhere hidden with less ruckus.

They stumbled upon a lonely corner with tree branches shading over it. The moonlight creeped between the leaves, shadowing both of their faces to perfection. JJ placed his hands on the wall, caging her head as he leaned in to, finally, connect their lips. Y/n pulled on his shirt, bringing him closer as the kiss intensified. They both smiled into the kiss and parted as they chuckled.

Y/n fidgeted with the collar of JJ’s t-shirt as he lowered one of his hands to her belt loops. He yanked her forward and resumed the kiss, immediately sneaking his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues battled for dominance and of course, JJ being so needy at the moment, he won. A moan escaped Y/n’s lips as the blonde’s hands gripped her ass. The kiss got more intense by the second as JJ walked till she was pressed against the wall.

“JJ! Dude, we gotta- Oh, sorry. I didn’t-” Pope shouted and stuttered as he turned a corner to see the couple kissing. They parted and wiped their lips to clean the glossy mess from Y/n’s lipgloss.

“It’s all good man. What’s going on?”

“John B is fighting with Topper again.” The pogue rambled out of breath making JJ turn the y/h/c with wide eyes. He grabbed her hand and the three of them ran towards the fight to see their best friend laying on the ground with the Kook over him.

“Guys! Stop it!” Y/n shouted running down the stairs as JJ and Pope intervened. The y/h/c walked around the crowd and found Kie, quickly touching her shoulder to let her know she was there. They were gonna shout at the boys when some girl pushed Sarah to the ground right in front of them.

“What the fuck?!” Y/n shouted as she kneeled next to the Kook to help her.

“Are you okay?” The blonde nodded and sat up to see Kie pushing the girl away.

“She’s my friend!” The pogue shouted as she turned to Sarah, who was beginning to stand up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sarah replied and turned to the boys, who were still going at it.

“JJ! Stop! Let’s just go!” Y/n shouted making her boyfriend look at her. All he saw was fear in her eyes so he stopped.

“Let’s go, John B. Come on.” JJ said, pulling on his best friend’s arm. A bigger fight broke loose as the pogues piled up the Twinkie. Y/n stayed behind since she had arrived in her own car. JJ got out of the Twinkie and walked towards his girl while she walked away from the party.

“Hey, babe, wait up!” He shouted, making her turn around. The y/h/c smiled and held out her hand for him to grab.

“Do you want me to drop you off at the Chateau?” Y/n said softly as she stood aside while JJ opened the car door. She climbed inside and waited for him to sit before she turned on the ignition.

“Um yeah. We need to check on John B.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back. The ride was quiet but comfortable. JJ traced his fingertips over Y/n’s hand, making her smile every time he touched her.

They pulled into the Chateau and JJ climbed out of the car to walk around and open Y/n’s door. Their hands came together with fingers intertwined as they walked up to the porch to see Kiara smoking on the couch. She gave them a peace sign as she inhaled the weed. Y/n let go of JJ’s hand causing him to turn in question.

“I’ll stay here with Kie. You go deal with the guys.”

“K.” He smiled and pecked her lips before opening the screen door and walking inside to see the boys drinking beer. Y/n turned to the pogue and sat next to her in a comfortable silence. Listening to the leaf ruffle against each other as the breeze ran through them.

“So Sarah is your friend?” Y/n asked with a smirk as Kiara chuckled.

“I mean, yeah. She’s one of us.” The pogue shrugged.

“She is, isn’t she?” They both smiled and giggled as Kie passed the blunt towards Y/n. The boys walked out with beer cans and half eaten chips. JJ grabbed Y/n’s hand and pulled her up, giving her a quick peck before walking out of the porch towards a small fire Pope had just made.

They sat around the fire, drinking and eating the chips as well as some microwavable burritos. Y/n leaned into the blonde’s shoulder as his thumb rubbed her thigh softly.

Both JJ and Y/n were in a deep trance within each other’s touch, they didn’t even notice the conversation shift. They were brought back to reality when Kie shouted as John B ate a bite off her burrito causing everyone to laugh.

“Hey, I was gonna ask earlier but you were with the guys so um… do you wanna stay over tonight?” The y/h/c asked looking up at the blonde. JJ lifted his hand and placed it on her cheek, rubbing it softly. He pecked her lips and nodded causing her to smile as her cheeks turned soft pink.

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[dahliamei]

Partner in Crime Jj Maybank x Female Reader

Masterlist

Credits to the owner of the GIF

Summary: Jj is your number one bestfriend besides John B, Kiara and Pope. He is always there for you and you for him. He doesn't know that you like him and you can't tell him because it might ruin your friendship.

Fluff🦋

Warnings: None

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You are preparing your bags for school when you heard Jj's bike. He likes to go to school with you so he picks you up every morning. You are very grumpy because you woke up late and got no time to eat

"What's up with your ass?" He said watching you go out of your house

"Nothing, why do you look like an ass?" You asked in a mean voice and sat on the back of Jj's bike

"You did not eat?" Jj asked

"How do you know? " you said

"I just know" he smiled and started the bike

You noticed that he went to a wrong turn when your school was all the way from the other side

"Hey, where are you going? We're already late" you said as you slapped his back

"it's still early we're not late" he said as you and him stopped at a gas station

"There's a convenience store there, let's eat for a while then we can go to school" he said removing your helmet.

You can't do anything at this moment so you just go with it. You picked up one sandwich and a juice box

"What do you want?" You asked and he smile widely

"Just this" He said grabbing the same food and drink you picked

You went to the counter and paid for everything as a thank you for jj for taking you to eat here.

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You are now at the library trying to study for the test tomorrow when

"Hey" Jj rushed infront to seat infront of you. You noticed that the whole gang is here

"What? I'm studying" you said still looking at the book you are reading

"Y/n c'mon we know you're gonna pass if you study or not" kie said

"What is it?" You asked now looking at the 4 of them

"Let's surf! it's gonna be good!" John B asked

"They also dragged me into this might as well drag you too" pope said rolling his eyes

You're still contemplating if you will go with them and then you looked at Jj smiling at you. You always felt butterflies on your stomach when he is looking nd smiling at uou so at this point you're already convince to go surfing with them.

"Please, y/n" jj asked and now making a puppy eyes

"Alright.. Fine" you said and they all screamed "yes" at the library. You just shh-sed them together with the librarian.

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You rode with Jj on his bike as you told him you're gonna stop by at your house to drop your things and change to a bikini. He gladly took you to your house

You dropped your things inside your bedroom. Now choosing the bikini is real hard for you. You just said whatever and put on the red two piece suit. You topped it off with a white unbuttoned oversized polo and a jean short.

You went outside you house and Jj is now staring at your house

"I really like the style of your house you know, it's not that pogue style but you know" he said staring at your house' roof

"Let's go?" You said while looking at the inside of your bag looking for a sunscreen

"Wow, red is your color. I like it" he smiled as he started the bike.

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"Tell him already" kie whispered to your ear as both of you is now seating on the sand watching the boys play at the water while you only watch one boy.

"You know I can't" you said as you put your sunglasses and lay back

"Why not? You're great together" Kie said

"What if I told him and then he tells me that he does not like me back. Boom! The akwardness has began" you argued

"Y/n, It's better that you try. I mean, take a risk." Kie said now getting her surf board and running to the water

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You had drink 3 shots and for you that's enough because you have a test tomorrow.

It's already dark and the gang decided to go home. Since jj brought his bike he will not ride with john b,pope and kiara. You already know that you're gonna ride with him so you sat in the back of his bike as he start it. He gave you the spare helmet he had that you always wear.

"All set?" He asked and you said "All set"

He grabbed your hands to wrap around his waist. You were shocked and by seeing your reaction from the side mirror of the bike he said "you had a drink, it's best that i feel you in my back when we head to your house" you grabbed the opportunity to hug him from the back.

All throughout the ride home you were just hugging him and admiring obx.

"We're here" jj said now removing your helmet looking at your eyes

"Thanks" you said, you thought about what kiara said earlier. It ist really worth the risk?

"I have to tell you something" you said. Jj is now done removing your helmet and hanged it from his bike's grip.

"What is it?" He said. You knew those 3 shots were a lot for you as you don't drink that much and the confidence it gives you is too much

"I like you." You confessed looking directly at his eyes

"Really?" He said smirking

" yeah, i'm saying this now because i don't want to ruin our friendship. If you don't like me back, It's totally fine you know it's about taking a r--" you said but you were interrupted of what he said

"That's funny, I like you too" he said now staring at your eyes

"Really?" You asked

"Yeah, It's been years. You seem to like being independent and I respect you for that. I just can't stop liking you and I'd never stop even if you wanted me to. " he said cupping your face smiling and you rested your cheeks on his left hand also smiling at him

"Are we about to kiss?" You joked

"Hell yeah" Jj whispered and leaned towards you and started to passionately kiss you

"It's going to be a lot of trouble saying this to the others" you said in between kisses

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Comment your thoughts! Hope you guys like it!💜

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Hey everyone!!!!! If you have any John B, Topper Thornton and Pope Heyward imagines I would really appreciate if you DM me the link!! I also would love if you sent me any JJ Maybank, Rafe Cameron, Sarah Cameron, Kelce, Kiara Carrera imagines that maybe I haven’t read yet I would really love that!! I need new imagines to read even if it’s another fandom other the outer banks send them my way!!!!! Smut, Fluff, Angst, Sister!Reader of any character!!!

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