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maybank-archives just got a glow up! also hello to the new friends, thank everyone for all the support! :)

[princessbrunette]

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PICTURE YOU ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

♩chappell roan — picture you ♩

pairing: pervy pope, jj, john b x reader

cw: sexual fantasies, the pogues being peeping toms, masturbation.

you are responsible for your own media consumption. welcome to kinktober day five. better late than never!

pope knew was he was doing was wrong. you were his neighbour for christs sake.

at the end of the day, he was but a man— and whilst he had no intention of stooping to full pervert level like this, he had slipped up and bragged to the wrong people, AKA — jj maybank, about how his fine ass neighbour had a certain… routine, every friday night… and would leave her bedroom blinds open for it.

the regret fully kicked in when he opened his front door, seeing the excited expression on his two best friends faces.

“no. i shouldn’t have told you.” is how pope greets them.

“dude it’s fine,” jj reiterates, easily moving past him in the entrance to his house with a clap on the shoulder, an only slightly less enthused john b following closely behind with an awkward but willing smile. “we’re not gonna watch. we’re just gonna… like — happen to glance out the window. while she’s flickin’ the bean.”

“thats — that doesn’t make it any more okay.” pope stresses, following his friends up to his bedroom.

“look, she leaves her blinds open right? isn’t that what you said? have you maybe considered that… possibly, and hear me out on this… she wants to be watched?” john b, usually the voice of reason finds it in himself to convince pope just that little more, wide puppy-like eyes doing most of the convincing. he’s probably the only reason pope hasn’t grabbed them both by the scruff of the neck and hauled them out.

the night goes on, and honestly — the perverted plan is nearly forgotten about until their attention is brought to the window just across from popes, the lamp switching on as you arrived home from work. john b swivels on popes desk chair, nodding his head toward the sight with a whistle.

“oop, shows starting.”

“honey, i’m home.” jj sings out in a high pitched voice, excited for what’s to come.

“you’re so much better than this, john b.” pope deadpans, double taking at jj as he switches off the lights to the bedroom sending them all into darkness. “what the hell?”

“do you wanna get caught creepin’ on your neighbour? no? didn’t think so.”

“you done this before jayj?” there’s a lilt of teasing to the brunettes voice as his blonde counterpart grabs a seat and drags it up beside him, the young adults gathered as they watch your figure dart around the room going about your nightly activities.

“shh.”

the boys curse, ducking down slightly when you suddenly appear at your window, fingers grazing the blinds. they stay deadly still in the dark, barely even breathing as to not draw attention to the fact they’re gathered round to watch you. you look pensive, hesitant, like you’re about to draw the blinds and shut the world out and yet… you don’t. you back away, leaving them open.

“huh.” pope breathes, glancing at his wavy haired friend.

“likes an audience. interesting.” routledge hums, voice deep and breathy.

you begin to undress, and they swear the air in the room gets thicker. peeling your leggings down your legs like they’d been painted onto you for the day creates an audible reaction from your neighbour and his friends, jj even going as far as to stick his knuckle in his mouth.

“god damn.” he garbles, earning a hum of agreement.

“oh you really lucked out here pope. the only neighbour i ever had was a 70 year old woman. trust me when she left her blinds open you look the other way.” john b doesn’t remove his eyes from the scene as he recounts the anecdote, causing pope to screw up his face.

the truth was, pope did have his own fantasies and perversions. he told himself time and time again, he wasn’t watching. he was at his desk first, you left your blinds open. visions of you at the library you worked at, helping him with research in that little mini skirt he saw you wear once. bending over to rummage shelves, sweet fat crescent of your pussy on display through your panties. pope would have no choice but to take you right there on the table behind the bookshelves, the two of you trying to stay quiet as he disappears between your thighs, seeking out that sweet nectar…

when he snaps out of it, you’re already on the bed, in perfect eyeshot of the window. just you, that dim lamp that made your skin seem to glow, an oversized tshirt and some panties.

“you guys don’t feel wrong doing this?” pope speaks in a hushed voice like you might be able to hear.

“how could something so right be so wrong, my friend?” jj pulls out a joint to stick into his mouth, only to have it plucked from his lips and tossed aside by the heyward boy.

“i’m drawing a line.”

“alright, that’s fair.”

“you guys are missing it.” john b hums, entranced by the way you palm at your tits through the top, eyes fluttering shut as your body starts to relax into the bed. “putting on a show for us.”

silence falls upon them finally as they stare, your hands trailing down to lift the hem of your shirt up and over your breasts, massaging the fat and plucking at the nipples.

“oh wow.” pope breathes, jj breaking out into a grin.

“this is some american pie shit right here.”

“grow up.”

“i’m just saying.”

it seems like forever before your hands reach down to your panties, fingers gingerly dusting over the thin fabric of what appears to be baby blue panties with a pink bow at the top centre. jj even swears he can see the gloss of your arousal on your open thighs from where he’s sat. you begin to rub yourself through the material, teasingly and you pull your bottom lip beneath your teeth, sucking in a breath.

“th’atta girl.” john b murmurs, and the air in the room suddenly feels too hot, too stifling. it wasn’t this hot five minutes ago.

“its like i… can’t look away.” pope justifies in just above a whisper, finally perching down to a more comfortable view, watching the way your head tosses side to side, back arching just that little bit as you try and find a better angle. patience leaves you, and you’re pulling the panties off all together.

“would you look at that.” jj marvels, before glancing at his two friends. “y’all mind if i jerk off real quick?”

“what?” pope screws up his face, and john b glances at him.

“yeah, uh. i mind.”

“it can’t wait?” pope adds, shaking his head and jj throws up his hands.

“i thought that’s what we were doing’ here alright my bad!” he dodges john b’s disapproving swat, eyes wide. “oh that’s where you draw the line? y’all are not real freaks.”

“no.” john b shakes his head, pope chiming in with a “thank god.”

but as their attention lands on you once more, your fingers sinking into that glossy hole — they begin to really reconsider their choice.

[maybanksprincess]

satisfy you

warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, p in v sex, pet names, kissing, squirting, drinking.

summary: reader is dating rafe, and he isnt satisfying her needs, jj offers to help.

pairings: nice!kook!reader x pogue!jj

you attended this big bonfire that everyone went to every single year in the outer banks.

if you lived in the outerbanks you knew that bonfires were the core place that drama started.

usually you would go to drink one or two beers, have fun, and dance with your friends a little. but this time that wasnt the case.

Rafe had been getting closer with this bartender from the country club, and it was really starting to weigh down on you.

you tried to ignore it at first, but he had started going to the country club a lot more often, more than usual. and he stopped touching you all together.

first he stopped fucking you as often, but then it quickly turned into just no attention or affection from him at all. and it really hurt.

you went to this party to get wasted, and forget about all your problems, even if it was temporary.

you drunk a few beers, and downed a couple shots, now a bit tipsy from the alcohol floating in your system.

you were sitting in the grass, knees pressed up to your chest, back up against a oak tree with a few carvings on the bark of it.

your just staring at everyone partying and having fun, zoning out and just lost in your thoughts.

your snapped out of your thoughts as you see a fit blonde walk in your direction, stopping beside you.

"sup, can i sit?" the blonde asks

"yeah, of course." i look up at him and scoot over, making room.

as he sat next to me in the grass i smelled a mixture of alcohol and weed on him.

"so, what are you doin' alone at a bonfire?" he asks while giving you a once over, admiring the sight of ur curves in that dress.

"jus' trying to get my mind off things, you know?" i look up, finally locking eyes with him.

"yeah? things like what? i bet ur pretty little kook life is awesome." he says as he brings the joint between his fingers to his lips, taking a puff out of it.

"kook life really isnt all that great jay. not as great as you think" you say with a hint of vulnerability behind your words.

"it actually sucks," you continue "all the girls are mean. all they care about is money, and their boyfriends fancy cars. and all the kooks are assholes."

he puffs out the smoke, exhaling and listening to your rambling.

"i just feel like..im stuck in bubble wrap sometimes. i dunno if that makes sense" you put your head down, feeling like you said too much.

he turns so hes sitting in front of you, his face in front of yours.

"y'know its okay to get outta the bubble wrap sometimes..." he says, his eyes trailing to the hint of exposed cleavage from ur dress.

you dont know if it was the alcohol in your system or the way he was looking at you, but damn, he was so hot.

you find yourself staring, and look away, until he uses his index finger to tilt your chin back so your face meets his.

you felt a familiar pooling between your legs, but it wasn't like the pooling that happened when rafe was around.

you barely got turned on by rafe by the way he treated you, literally having to beg him to touch you most of the time. he couldn't commit to one woman, and the better of you knew that. you just couldn't seem to let him go.

i involuntarily clench my thighs, and it doesn't go unnoticed by jj, his eyes dart down to the exposed skin on your thighs.

his cargo shorts start to tighten, as if he wasnt already hard when he first approached.

you and jj start to pass the blunt, and eventually the tension becomes too much, the weed and alcohol is floating in your systems, and you find yourselves leaning into eachother.

your lips eventually meet, and it only escalates from there.

at first it was sweet and slow, but then it quickly got hot and heavy, your tongues tangling together.

you straddle his lap, grinding your clothed core against his bulge that was straining in his shorts. his hands start to grope your ass, as his dick seeks more friction from you.

he groans, and his arms hook under your thighs, he pushes himself off the ground, supporting your weight easily.

he carries you over to the twinkie, all the other pogues are still occupied out at the bonfire partying.

he uses one hand to open the sliding door, and lays you flat on your back on the surface of the backseat. he shuts the car door and he wastes no time in connecting your lips with his again.

in between kisses, he mutters out "'m gonna fuck you so good, ya gonna forget rafe exists."

following his words, he unbuckles his shorts and slides them down his legs, kicking them to the side, along with his boxers.

you look down at his dick and your eyes widen. you've never took dick that big before, fuck you were panicking.

he smirks at your reaction, and he slides your dress down your thighs, and off, tossing it where his boxers were. he lowers his face to angle it down with yours, his arms on either side of your head.

he strokes his hard cock, his tip leaks salty white precum on your thighs. his hands go down to the waistband of your panties and he hooks his fingers into it.

"can i take these off, pretty girl?" he asks, his ocean blue eyes boring into yours.

you nod, breathing getting heavy, the pool between your legs intensifying by the second. you were really about to get fucked by jj maybank.

you almost couldn't believe it, you both came from totally opposite sides, he grew up in the cut and you didnt. it was weird, but in that moment you didnt care.

all you cared about was getting his dick inside of you.

with the fingers that are hooked in ur panties, he slides them down your thighs with. he tosses ur panties and his eyes zero in on your spread pussy.

he groans, his cock jumping at the sight. he spreads your thighs some more, and the sudden feeling of a warm substance hitting your pussy shakes you out of your thoughts.

you look down to see his cock leaking precum onto your clit.

he spreads his precum on your folds with his tip, you both moaning at the situation. he lines his tip with your entrance and he pushes himself in.

as he slowly pushes in, he dips his head down to kiss your neck to soothe the slight pain from the stretch of his thick, girthy, cock.

he whimpers against your neck at the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around his member.

he starts to slowly thrust in and out, before his thrusts become faster and deeper. you grab onto his shoulders as a leverage, even though you weren't going to fall.

as he continues to thrust in and out of your sopping pussy, he speaks, his voice muffled by your neck. "mm what a fuckin' shame. that kook passed up the chance to fuck this pussy?"

you moan at his words, the stretch of his dick, the sound of his voice, the way his hand comes down to rub your clit, its all too much.

you start to see stars as you throw your head back, pussy clamping down on his cock. your moans and his groans fill the twinkie. the car rocking with every thrust, due to however old the junk was.

his tip nudges the spongy spot inside your pussy that makes you squirm, you start to whimper and let out long moans, signaling your close.

jj can tell by the way your clamping down on him, and the way your eyes roll back, that your close. he starts to thrust into you at a relentless speed, rubbing your clit rapidly, meeting your lips in a heated kiss.

you shout into his mouth "fuck jj!"

he smirks against your lips, pulling away for a brief moment to speak, his speed never faltering "cmon baby; tell me i fuck you better than rafe." he breathes out

i moan, tears flowing out of your eyes "fuck yes, so much better!" your eyes roll back again

he feels your nails scratching at his back, desperately trying to hold onto something. "yeah? who do u belong to now, hm?"

"you jayjay.." you barely manage to get out with the tears flowing out of your eyes.

he kisses your forehead gently, still slamming into your pussy. "cmon, give it t'me princess. cum for me baby."

following his words, you feel a unfamiliar gush of liquid come out of your hole. you've never done that before. it feels different but it feels so damn good.

you scream out, continuing to squirt on his cock.

he thrusts a few more times, groaning and moaning as he cums on your tummy, "your mine now. my fuckin' girl."

after he comes down from his high, he pulls his phone out, and snaps a picture with the flash, adding a text to it that says "jus made your girl squirt, looks like shes mine now, kook 😎"

he sends it to rafe, and then he helps u back into ur dress, then puts his shorts back on after.

"y'know i meant what i said, ur mine now." he seals his words with a quick kiss.

[psychoticfemmm]

waves and whispers

pairing: Rafe Cameron x Maybank!reader

The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and violet. The salty breeze swept through your hair as you walked barefoot along the shore, the cool water lapping gently at your feet. The beach was quiet, save for the rhythm of the waves and the distant cry of seagulls. It felt like you had the whole world to yourself.

Well, almost.

You could feel Rafe’s presence beside you—warm, familiar, and undeniably close. He had been quiet for a while now, just walking at your pace, hands stuffed into his pockets as he stole glances your way when he thought you weren’t looking.

“What?” you asked, laughing softly, catching him in the act.

Rafe grinned, the kind of smile that made your stomach do flips. “Nothing,” he teased, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

“Uh-huh. Sure,” you replied, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. The two of you had spent the entire day together—swimming, joking around, and lounging under the sun. But now, as the day faded into night, something about the air felt different. Charged.

“Come here,” Rafe suddenly said, his voice quieter now.

Before you could question him, he took your hand gently in his, pulling you just a little closer. The world around you seemed to blur—the golden sky, the whispering waves, the fading sun—and all you could focus on was him. His blue eyes held you there, soft yet intense, like he was trying to memorize every detail about you.

“Rafe,” you whispered, your heart racing.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, his hand came up to brush a loose strand of hair from your face, his fingers grazing your skin and sending chills down your spine. You felt the heat of him, so close now, and your breath hitched as his gaze dropped to your lips.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he murmured, so low you barely caught it.

And then he kissed you.

It was soft at first, his lips capturing yours gently, like he was savoring the moment. But as you leaned into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, the kiss deepened. Rafe’s hands settled on your waist, pulling you flush against him as the waves crashed softly at your feet. The whole world melted away, leaving just the two of you in this perfect, fleeting moment.

“What the hell?!”

The voice cut through the moment like a knife, and you froze, pulling back from Rafe with wide eyes. You knew that voice.

JJ.

Your older brother stood a few yards away, his expression a mixture of disbelief, anger, and… yeah, mostly anger. His blonde hair was windblown, his hands clenched into fists as he took a step forward.

“JJ—” you started, your cheeks burning.

JJ pointed a finger at Rafe, his eyes narrowing into a glare. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Him? You’re kissing Rafe Cameron?”

Rafe tensed beside you, his jaw clenching. “Back off, Maybank,” he muttered, trying to stay calm, but you could feel the tension radiating from him.

JJ let out a bitter laugh, completely ignoring Rafe’s words. “Oh, I’m sorry—am I interrupting your little romantic moment?” His voice dripped with sarcasm, but his eyes were locked on you now, disappointment flashing through them. “What are you doing with him? Of all people, Y/N?”

“JJ, it’s not what it looks like,” you stammered, though even you knew how ridiculous that sounded. It was exactly what it looked like.

JJ scoffed, shaking his head. “Not what it looks like? I just saw you two practically swallowing each other’s faces!”

You groaned, embarrassed beyond belief. Rafe, however, stepped forward, his voice steady but low. “You don’t need to talk to her like that, Maybank.”

JJ turned his glare on Rafe, squaring his shoulders. “And you don’t need to be anywhere near her.”

“JJ, stop!” you said sharply, stepping between the two of them before things could escalate. “You don’t get to decide who I spend my time with.”

JJ’s expression faltered just slightly, his anger giving way to something softer—protectiveness. “I’m your brother, Y/N. It’s my job to look out for you. And this guy?” He shot another glare at Rafe. “He’s bad news.”

Rafe let out a humorless laugh behind you. “Classic.”

“Rafe,” you muttered, giving him a warning look before turning back to your brother. “You don’t have to like him, JJ, but you do have to trust me.”

JJ stared at you for a long moment, torn between his instincts and his trust in you. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t like this. At all. But fine. I trust you. Not him.”

He shot one last glare at Rafe before turning on his heel. “You’re lucky she’s here to stop me,” he muttered as he walked off down the beach.

The tension hung heavy in the air as JJ’s figure disappeared in the distance, leaving just you and Rafe once more. You let out a shaky breath, turning to face him.

“Well,” you said, trying to lighten the mood, “that went great.”

Rafe smirked, shaking his head as he tucked his hands back into his pockets. “You really think that’s the worst reaction I’ll get? I’m just getting started with the Maybank family drama, aren’t I?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “You have no idea.”

Rafe grinned, pulling you close again. “Worth it,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

And somehow, despite the chaos that had just unfolded, you couldn’t help but agree.

[rafes-slut]

Im blind anyway

[rotwings]

                guilty pleasure ৎ୭ sarah cameron x fem!reader series

Y/N L/N's eye twitches every time someone calls her a good person.

She is good, a little bit, she thinks. But something about everything she does feels fake. At a face value, Y/N is the epitome of kindness. She's the type of girl you'd think of when you see a pretty flower, or a unique shell hidden within grains of sand at the beach. Her face is adorned by a dazzling smile and bright eyes that light up every room she walks in, and a voice as soft as butter that makes every sentence sound like the sweetest melody ever made.

Maybe that's why it's so easy for her to lie.

It's a nasty habit of hers. She knows that much. But it only started a couple of moths before summer began. See, Y/N was sick of being so perfect. Not that being so kind was costly, or that it bothered her at all, but the problem with being perfect is that there's no thrill. And that, Y/N hated.

Surface level Pogue activity didn't cut it anymore. In Y/N's sixteen years of life she'd learned that as long as you're from The Cut, people don't particularly care about what you do, and harmless crime is not so thrilling when it's expected of you. It was normal－too regular. So what does a perfect girl do to feel something?

Hands intertwine through hair, tugging gently at golden locks whilst velvet lips crash together－messy and uncoordinated. The taste of strawberry chapstick is sweet on Y/N's tongue, the interaction is anything but.

Y/N's sin takes the form of Sarah Cameron.

She knows it's bad－worse than bad, even－but it's just too good. There's something about slipping through open windows and into forbidden territory that's so exhilarating. Pogues may not be welcome on Figure Eight, but Y/N is always welcome in Sarah's bedroom. To Y/N, being with Sarah Cameron is more intoxicating than any liquor she could swallow down. It burns more too.

In fact, it's so good it almost makes her forget why it has to be a secret. Pogues. Kooks. Island rules. Sarah's boyfriend. Kiara. The latter is the only one that matters to Y/N. For some unknown reason, Y/N's best friend has hated Sarah since she escaped her year of imprisonment at the Kook Academy. And as any best friend should do, Y/N subsequently hates her too.

(No, really, she does).

It keeps her up at night when she returns home with the smell of Sarah's vanilla perfume still lingers in the citrus of her own. Her guilt eats her alive, crawling all over her until she buries her head into her pillow to resist screaming. When she really feels it, she itches as the skin near her elbows, never content until the skin goes raw. She tries to peel back the skin to find herself in the flesh and bones, as if the answer is making her rot from within. It's wrong, she tells herself, but it's so right.

Until Sarah Cameron came along, Y/N L/N had never known such a guilty pleasure.

cast: Y/N Y/L/N. Sarah Cameron. Kiara Carrera. JJ Maybank. Pope Heyward. John B Routledge. Elijah Y/L/N. Marina Stonem. Adam Y/L/N.

pairing: sarah cameron x fem!reader

warnings: vulgar language, same sex relationship, underage consumption of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sexual activity (no actual smut), death and violence, cheating, and family issues

chapter i. idiots in the wild.

[maybejj]

Hi! Do you have any Rafe x reader or JJ x reader recommendations?

hi ml 💓 i do!! i have quite a few lol

some of my favs 💓

@issues4him has a blue!collar!rafe au that is literally my favorite thing ever. writing? wonderful. blue!collar!rafe? i’d go to war for that man.

@cameronsprincess has some of the best writing i’ve ever read. her jj x reader x rafe (if you’re into that kind of thing) is AMAZING. i go back and reread her work all the time lol

@bbyg4rl has all kinds of jj x reader fics and i eat them tf up everytime! LOVE her and her work.

@angellocket any of her fics are a must !! i think she mainly has rafe x reader but still so good.

@papercranesandinkstains has rafe x reader & jj x reader stories and there are brillant!!! they are smaus (beautifully done) highly recommend!

@inthelibrarybtw also has a rafe x reader smau that i need to catch up on but is still so good! she also has a few rafe x reader written works that you should definitely check out! the last one ripped my heart out 😭

@abslvrs13 i recently just found her work and omg she is also a great author!! her jj x readers fics are some of my favorites!

@whytheylosttheirminds literally anything she writes. her writing is perfect. she also just started an smau too that already has me on my toes.

happy reading babes! hope this was what you were looking for 💓

[letsyapthenightaway]

OuterBanks x reader idea

New season spoiler!

I haven't seen the new season of Outer Banks but I need a kook plus-size reader who has always been there for the pogues. She fit in well with Kooks and Pogues. But the Kooks are too stuck up to see past her looks and the Pogues are too in their heads to see that she understands them.

Stood by them no matter what, was the one who thought things through. Kinda like the mom of the group but also seen as too naive? Ditzy? Idk but she was always put in last place.

Maybe she liked Pope then JJ but they both chose Kiara, maybe some jealousy towards her? Whenever she would say something even if right it would get overlooked. She's had her fair share of interactions with Rafe, she doesn't like what he's done but she also sees him differently than the others because something about her makes him wanna be open to her.

I know Rafe has a love interest in the new season but the reader was always the one he would look for. Even with their differences she would give him advice, comfort him, and he would be protective of her.

Again! I haven't seen the newest season idk the context of JJ's death or how the pogues react. But just going off what I'm imagining reader is hurt. Still, she puts the pogues in front of herself making sure they are all okay. Maybe they all once again overlook her ways of helping them.

Idk if I want Rafe to call them all out on this dynamic they have, causing her to finally break down in front of everyone as he comforts her. Or have him speak to her in private like how they usually do but this time instead of her helping him it's him helping her.

I'm about to sit down and watch the new season just so I can see if I can write this. If someone else does write this please let me know so I can read it!

[outermaybanks]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ JJ Maybank Masterlist ⋆⭒˚.⋆

below is my masterlist to all things jj maybank key: anything with a ⭑ is smut

★ anything jj related can be found here ★

✰ originals ✰ bsf!jj teaches you how to suck dick ⭑ - part two ⭑ part three just a kiss - part 2 - part 3 ⭑ - jj x bi!reader x kie out of the woods masterlist - oc x jj fic that is essentially a rewrite of outer banks calm after the storm ⭑ - part two ⭑ mr. sandman ⭑

★ requests ★ jj shows kook!reader what she's missing - part 2 - part 3 ⭑ homerun - bsf!baseball!jj ⭑ only you can call him jesse not really a kook

✰ blurbs ✰

★ moodboards ★ son of poseidon bsf!baseball!jj jj vibes victor of the 68th hunger games the pogues start a band

✰ headcannons ✰ bsf!baseball!jj

★ my recommended jj fics ★

©ᵒᵘᵗᵉʳᵐᵃʸᵇᵃⁿᵏˢ ²⁰²⁴

[beautyinsteadofashes]

obx + text posts

[princessbrunette]

jj be like “hey i got you one of them sonny angels” and hands you this

[erwinsvow]

when you start dating pope, it’s like you’ve also started dating jj. they come as a joint package, which you kind of already knew but not to this extent. jj almost always crashes your dates, shows up to the picnic you packed and spread out on a towel at the beach, starts snacking on the heart-shaped fruit you’d cut up for pope. sometimes the two of you ditch dinner because he needs to run to go help one of this friends—more often than not, it’s jj. even when you’re just cuddling in pope’s room, sneaking up there to be alone even though his parents know and love you, you’ll hear the roar of jj’s bike and groan into pope’s chest.

if you’re annoyed (besides for the occasional whine) you don’t show it to your boyfriend. this is his best friend, and by association, should be your friend too. you welcome him to everything you and pope are doing, pack extra food just in case, make pope buy a large cream when he really wanted a small because you know jj will eat the rest.

it’s nice, you’re beginning to think. you just want pope to be pleased with you—which he always is. you don’t understand the implications of this little trio you’ve become a part of until a little later.

in pope’s truck, smooshed in the front between pope driving and jj in the passenger seat. you’ve been driving for what feels like ages, listening to the two boys talk back and forth, cracking jokes and making each other laugh. you’re too sleepy to engage, quietly watching the road ahead for as long as you could before your head dips and settles onto pope’s shoulder.

“hey, pretty girl-” pope starts, trying to shift his arm to keep the wheel stable. “we’re almost there, don’t fall asleep on me now.”

you mumble something indecipherable against his shirt, when you hear jj speak up.

“nah, man, let her sleep. who knows what kinda freaky shit you put her through. she needs to rest.” you barely understand him, just hearing your boyfriend and his friend exchange words quietly, laughing.

“jj, help me out here so i can drive,” and you feel yourself being moved from pope’s shoulder by big, warm hands on your arm and then on your waist. you don’t resist, only pull away from jj’s touch to give pope a kiss on the cheek, before leaning away from him and melting into jj’s grip, head against his chest, his arm around your shoulder and hand playing with your hair. you’ve never thought about it before, but jj smells really good—not exactly the pine and saltwater and cotton scent of pope, but musky like the forest and the sand at the beach. you’re out within a minute, chest rising and falling evenly and quiet snores filling the truck.

jj stares down at you in his arms for a little too long, and then looks up at pope, who’s looking at the two of you. they both smile.

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                guilty pleasure ৎ୭ sarah cameron x fem!reader series

chapter i. idiots in the wild

warnings: mentions of alcohol, underage drinking

wordcount: 1427

The life of Y/N L/N had become rather tedious since the beginning of summer. She used to love it; a couple of years prior, the mere thought of the season would have bubbled something far more than exasperated and as high from her plush lips: excitement, thrill. She used to consider the sultry weather to be tropical, and rosy stains on her cheeks were the summer's kiss. Now, if the months were to pass by her like an icy wind, Y/N would hardly shiver.

She spent another quiet day imprinting in her own employment. The view from behind the counter of her family's surf shop was only there to mock her; she was sure. A bustling crowd of free-spirited teenagers inhabited the quaint beach that lay only a hundred metres away from Y/N, which made the cedar wood panels and glass windows surrounding her feel more like a cage. She was sure that if she spent another minute there, she'd drive herself insane.

So when John B had honked the horn of the Twinkie outside, Y/N pounced at the opportunity to abandon her shift and take off to the mainland with her friends. Her petulance buried itself the moment she felt the sun blazing over her skin, tossed aside as Y/N began to remind herself of what she truly loved.

The fresh scent of sea salt rippled through the air as she observed the oceanfront view of the renovation project that she and her friends had declared as their own for the evening. Her legs dangled off the scaffolding as she rested her face against the cool metal railing, eyelashes fluttering as she battled with the water's lullaby that thrashed softly against the rocks below. To keep herself from slumber, she occupied her eyes with the tangerine horizon.

In her peripheral view, John B inched his way closer to the edge of the rooftop, balancing himself on one leg once he reached it.

"What a daredevil," Y/N quipped, amusement riddled between her words as she grinned at him.

John B looked at her through one eye, half of his face scrunched behind his splayed hand to fend off the sun. "You know me, Y/N/N," he smirked, "Always livin' life on the edge."

"That's what, a three-storey fall to the deck?" Pope chimed in from below them, on the deck by himself. "I give you a one-in-three chance of survival.

Humming, John B licked his finger and held it in the air, testing the direction of the wind. "Should I do it?" He asked.

"Yeah, you should jump!" Pope, who had found a drill in his possession, encouraged. He pointed it upwards, aiming at John B. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You're going to shoot me?" John B shot back, literally, with finger guns. He mimicked the sound of gunfire, rapidly pulling the imaginary trigger on the boy below.

Y/N chuckled lowly at the scene in front of her, leaning back as she brought a can to her lips. The bitterness of the beer stained her tongue, a lingering fuzzy sensation left behind by the lukewarm liquid. Immediately, she regretted not leaving it somewhere more shaded.

"They're going to have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kiara reported when she returned from the inside of the building. gushing with disapproval.

"Rich people having. rich people shit? Shocker." Y/N muttered bitterly. She'd expect nothing less from upperclassmen, especially on properties like the one they'd settled in.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" Kiara sighed, looking up at John B on the roof.

"I can't have cold towels." JJ said matter-of-factly, words dripping with sarcasm.

Still looking at John B, Kiara craned her neck. "Can you please not kill yourself?" She asked.

"And don't spill that beer," JJ warned sternly, chucking his own to the other side after emptying its last drops into his mouth. "I'm not giving you another one."

Y/N scoffed out a laugh, "Yeah, you will."

JJ, offended, looked at her bewilderedly. "I will not."

Y/N raises her eyebrows as if to challenge him, tilting her head as she says, "Yes, you will... you're literally John B's bitch."

The blonde boy's jaw dropped in offence, but before JJ had the chance to get a word in, John B laughed loudly. "Thanks, Y/N/N, good to know you'll always stick up for me－oh shit!"

A strong gust of wind knocked John B off his feet, swaying him as he attempted to keep himself upright. He fumbled the can in the process, losing his grip and letting it fall to the deck, where it splattered across the wooden panels.

"Of course you did." JJ chided dramatically, "Right after I told you."

"Well, I'm not sticking up for you, ow..." Y/N grimaced, staring blankly at John B as he pulled a sheepish grin. Shaking her head, she jested, "God, the things I do for you, and all I get in return is embarrassment."

"That was smooth," Kiara remarked, her attention turned to the fizzling liquid that spewed from the slaughtered can.

"A-plus!" Pope echoed their ridiculing words.

He then walked over to the edge of the balcony, his attention stolen by the intensity of a flashlight.

"Hey!"

Coming face-to-face with a couple of security guards, Pope announced, "Hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up."

"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll!" JJ exclaimed. He drummed his hands on the metal railing before scrambling backwards to stand. When he leaned over to sneak a glance at security, he recognised a familiar face. "Hey, Gary, is that you? It's good to see you, man!"

Y/N giggled as she watched him climb down to the deck. She also peered over at the officers, but instead of taunting them verbally like JJ, she blew them a kiss, leaving only her middle finger raised when she parted her hand from her lips.

Kiara looked between the two of them with a smile on her face. "Yeah, you two are just asking for it."

One by one, each pogue took off through the house, sprinting through the inside as whoops and hollers bound off of the empty walls. The security guards barricaded them as soon as they stepped foot outside, sending John B and Kiara in one direction. and Pope, JJ, and Y/N in another.

Adrenaline surged through Y/N's body as she darted after the boys, making a beeline for the wooden fence. "Go, go, go, go, go!" she yelled before she put one foot in between the wooden panels and lunged herself over the barrier, following with a shaky, yet successful landing. Pope was not so fortunate, falling flat on his face as he stumbled over his feet.

"Get up, Pope. Fatso's coming." JJ grabbed him by the shoulder, hoisting him back onto his legs.

From behind the fence, Gary's colleague hissed, "Come here, you little pricks!"

It was too late for him. John B and Kiara rolled past in the Twinkie, the door wide open and welcoming to the three remaining pogues. Y/N caught her breath as she nestled into the backseat, a broad smile stretched over her face as the adrenaline settled.

"Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise!" Pope laughed, pointing out the persistence of the security guard, who was still chasing them down on foot.

"Gotta give it to him, though," Y/N spoke through her grin, shrugging. "He's doing pretty well for a man his age."

JJ's request for the van to be slowed down led to him hanging his upper body out of the door, an unopened beer can in his hand. He stretched out his arm, offering it to the man. "C'mon, Gary! C'mere, boy!"

"You're going to give him a heart attack," Kiara cautioned half-heartedly.

"You're so close! You can do it. There you go," JJ coaxed. He tossed the beer to Gary, who stumbled, failing to catch it. JJ groaned teasingly. "Oh, they don't say you enough, bro."

Kiara, more sincerely, pulled JJ back by his shoulder. "JJ, stop. Stop." She smacked him lightly.

"Oh, come on." JJ protested, uncaring for Gary's wellbeing. "That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished."

Gary was long out of sight by the time they passed the border of the Outer Banks, the rusted green sign welcoming them onto their home soil. Y/N listened quietly to the mindless chatter that filled the van, praying to herself that summer would bring her more days like this – moments with her friends that were more sacred than anything.

Maybe Paradise on Earth had more to offer than she thought.

first chapter finally published!!!!!!!

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We got more JJPope in the first 5 episodes of this season than in all of s3. We're so back.