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âFIDELITYâ |part8
MASTERLIST -`âźÂŽ- Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader x JJ Maybank
Summary: Kook!Readerâs world is upended by betrayal, and her only way forward might lie with the most unlikely personâJJ Maybank. But as they build a new life together, old flames and past mistakes refuse to stay buried.
Warnings: slut shaming(?)
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Could you really call yourself an adult now?
I mean, honestly, is there some magical age that makes you a certified grown-up?
If itâs all about age, then nopeâyou werenât an adult. Maybe a âyoung adultâ at best, but even then, the life you were living? Letâs just say it was⊠a bit different.
When everything started happening so quickly, keeping up felt impossible. And letâs face it, that was normal. If you managed to juggle everything with calm composure, youâd probably qualify as Wonder Woman. Life came with its ups and downs, but throw pregnancy symptoms into the mix, and things got extra tricky.
You liked to share what you wanted with others. Talking about your plans openly was just how you were. It wasnât about bragging; you just enjoyed sharing your happiness. But every single timeâwithout failâwhatever you talked about? It never happened.
That Venice trip youâd been set on for the summer? Canceled.
The dream university? Rejected. That car you were this close to buying? Nope, didnât happen.
It was like clockwork. Every time.
And the thing was, you never learned. Not really. Youâd repeat the same mistake again and again. Lifeâs law, right? Someday youâd figure it out⊠though that day clearly wasnât anytime soon.
Pregnancy, though, wasnât exactly something you could go shouting about to everyone. That was off the table. But moving?
If you werenât pregnant, thereâs no way youâd have kept quiet. Youâd have made sure the entire island knew. And naturally, that wouldâve meant it wouldnât happen.
This time, though, you zipped it. The only person who knew was JJâand, well, he didnât really count. Or, okay, maybe he did. Of course, he was important, but not the kind of person to stand in your way. On the contrary, he had your back. He even offered to help you with the whole moving process.
Things happened so fast, you could hardly believe it.
Your dad came home from his work trip, you visited the mainland, met with a realtor friend of his, checked out potential homesâit was like someone had hit the fast-forward button.
You couldnât decide on anything. You were even okay with a cute little apartment. The list of occupants was simple: you and your daughter. You didnât need much more.
Your mom, however, had her opinions. She didnât want a mansion either, but she was firm about the house having enough rooms. One for you, one for your daughter, and a guest roomâbecause naturally, grandma duties. And a yard, because she wanted to watch her grandchild play outside.
So apartments were out. Houses it was. After seeing what felt like a million empty ones, you were ready to scream.
But finally, you found it. The perfect house. The yard alone sold it. You could already picture the memories youâd make there with your daughter. Maybe a swing or a hammock⊠some comfy furniture on the porch.
You never imagined youâd get so close to your dream so quickly.
It had the three rooms your mom insisted on, was two stories, and honestly, it was beautiful. You loved it. But the idea of living there alone was terrifying.
Still, the deal was sealed.
It didnât take longâtwo weeks, tops. When your mom insisted on hiring an interior designer, you didnât argue much. Secretly, you liked the idea. And once your belongings were packed, it was all done.
All that was left was you.
There werenât many people to say goodbye to on the island, which was, honestly, fine. Who were you supposed to bid farewell to? Rafe? His family, who didnât even know you were pregnant? Your friends, whoâd probably broadcast the news to the world? No thanks.
Except for JJ.
Youâd have been a total ass not to acknowledge his help. Even if his support wasnât entirely physical, his presence had been a huge emotional lift.
So saying goodbye wasnât hard.
Ignoring the support heâd given you wouldâve been dumb. When you decided to give him a nice surfboard as a thank-you gift, you didnât overthink it. You just thought about who JJ wasâsomeone who loved the ocean and surfing. Beyond that? You didnât know much. So you kept it simple. Spoiler alert: he liked it.
You hesitated, thinking a gift might make things unnecessarily sentimental, but he deserved it. Nobody else in his position wouldâve treated you as kindly. Even Kooks barely treated each other well. Expecting a Pogue to go out of their way for you? Yeah, no.
But JJ had.
You werenât super close, but during one of your conversations, heâd mentioned how much he liked the rare nights when his shift ended early. He worked at a pub. In your head, youâd given him two weeks before he got firedâor kicked out after starting a fight. You were that sure of it.
A week ago, knowing the end of his evening shift, you parked near the pub, sitting on your car hood to wait for him. The plan? Give him the surfboard. Maybe even give him a ride home if he needed one.
Fifteen minutes passed. He hadnât come out.
You started questioning everythingâmaybe youâd gotten the wrong day? Or maybe youâd messed up the time?
Waiting around for nothing felt miserable. You shouldâve paid better attention when heâd been talking about his schedule.
Not that the gift had been planned or anything. The idea had hit you on a whim. You just wanted to do something before you left. After all, there werenât many people to say goodbye to. And texting JJ a quick see ya felt way too impersonal.
âWhat are you doing here?â
You snapped out of your thoughts, your eyes shooting up from your phone. JJ stood a few steps away, mid-turn before he stopped and faced you fully. His eyes scanned the car before landing on you.
Quickly, you shoved your phone into your pocket. âMaking sure you didnât pick another fight.â Sliding off the hood, you smirked.
JJ rolled his eyes, flashing you a sarcastic smile. âHa-ha. How funny.â
Unlike him, your grin was genuine. Why should he have all the fun pissing people off? It was your turn.
Unlike him, your lips curled into a genuine smile. Was it always going to be him getting under your skin for his own amusement? No, this time, it was your turn.
You heard him say your name, his tone serious. âNo, really. What are you doing here?â
Keeping surprises wasnât exactly your specialty, but you couldnât resist messing with him a little. After all, this was the first time in days youâd left the houseâand only in your baggiest clothes. Might as well enjoy it.
âJust hanging out.â
He frowned, his eyes scanning the area before gesturing around. âHere? Outside the pub?â
The confusion on his face was nearly comicalâborderline annoyed, maybe?
You mirrored his glance at the surroundings, raising your eyebrows. It wasnât much to look at. Just⊠a place. âWhatâs wrong with here?â
JJ let out a frustrated sigh, and for a moment, you couldnât believe youâd actually managed to annoy him. He genuinely looked upset. âAre you serious right now? Youââ He stopped himself, clenching his jaw as he stepped closer. Lowering his voice, he added, âYou canât drink. Youâre not even supposed to be hanging around.â
So, he thought youâd come here to drink? Thatâs why he was so worked up?
It was kind of⊠cute. But poking the bear was way more fun.
You let out a dramatic hum as you crossed your arms. âNot allowed? Says who?â You tried not to laugh at the look he shot you, a mix of exasperation and disbelief, like youâd lost your mind.
âMe. Youâre not drinking. Not here, not anywhere. Have you lost it?â
Your lips pulled into a grin, and despite his attempt to scold you, his irritation only made it funnier. Especially since you hadnât even done what he was accusing you of.
The second JJ caught onto what you were doing, his annoyed expression melted away. As your laughter echoed, he pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly unimpressed. âYeah, yeah. Hilarious. Now, can you just tell me what youâre actually doing here?â
You clutched your stomach, your laughter dying down into a lingering smile. Sure, he wasnât amused, but you were, and thatâs all that mattered.
âIâve got something for you.â
JJâs eyebrows shot up. He straightened, intrigued. âYeah?â
You stepped away from the carâs front, glancing back to see him still rooted in place. You gave him a quick head nod to follow. With a sigh, he finally moved. âIf this is a gun for self-defense, just so you know, Iâm not really clear on the rules here,â he joked with a wink.
You snorted, shaking your head. âPlease. If I gave you a gun, youâd be arrested in, like, two seconds.â
He laughed, but you could tell he was curious now. Opening the back door, you reached inside. âItâs a thank-you gift. Kind of.âThe surprise on his face was priceless. He clearly wasnât expecting this. Honestly, neither were you until the idea struck.
JJ tilted his head, his expression skeptical. âThank you? For what? For telling you not to pick fights?â
You rolled your eyes. He couldnât be serious. âNo, JJ. For helping me out.â
He smiled, but it was that classic, goofy grin of his. Any trace of his earlier irritation had completely vanished. He didnât even glance into the car. âOh, I get it. Like a âwithout JJ, my life wouldâve fallen apartâ kind of thank you? Go on, feed my ego. I live for this.â
For a split second, you considered slamming the door and driving off. Instead, you laughed. Sure, there was some truth to what he said, but no way were you letting him win.
Taking a deep breath, you opened the door wider and stepped back. âNope. Itâs just a small gesture. Donât read too much into it.â
JJ walked over and held the door open, his eyes going wide when he spotted the surfboard wedged into the backseat. His fingers ran over the smooth edges and the blue-and-white design. âYou got this for me?â he asked, his voice softer now as he inspected it.
You couldnât suppress your grin. âYeah. I mean, I know itâs kind of random, but I figured you could use your own board for a change. For everything youâve doneââ You hesitated, trying to find the right words. âIt meant a lot.â
JJâs smile was different this time. It wasnât cocky or teasing. It was genuine. âIf I donât take this, I feel like youâd be really annoying about it,â he muttered, pulling the board from the car.
âAbsolutely. You wouldnât want to hear me talk about how I poured my heart into its design,â you teased.
He froze, eyes narrowing. âWaitâyou designed it?â
You smirked, holding his gaze. âNo. But itâs nice that you believed it for a second.â
JJ laughed, shaking his head as he leaned the board against the car. For once, he wasnât mocking or making jokes. Instead, he looked at you with something softer, something you couldnât quite place. âThis is⊠perfect. You didnât have to do this.â
âI know. I just wanted to.â
He hesitated, glancing at the board before meeting your eyes again. âI was just trying to help. I didnât think it was that big of a deal.â
And that was it, wasnât it? Thatâs how it felt. Deep down, youâd even envied the way he was with his friends. He didnât know you. In fact, he hated your group. But if he treated you like thisâwho knew how he treated his friends?
You werenât used to people doing things for you without expecting something in return. Sure, you had a hunch JJ liked money. Not just youâeveryone on the island knew that. But still, the way he talked to you, made time for you⊠it mattered. It broke the prejudice you had against him.
It wasnât anything grand. He didnât buy you houses or cars. He didnât shower you with jewelry. But he talked to you like no one else did. He made you feelâlike you were someone. Like someone whose decisions shouldnât be dictated by anyone elseâs words.
And that? That was worth more than jewelry. More than anything money could buy. It was something most peopleâRafe includedâdidnât have.
From the moment he heard, he didnât tell anyone. What friend would do that? Ruthie? Sophie? Who?
JJ did.
And he wasnât even your friend.
Thatâs why it mattered. He was just being himself, and you needed that.
âIt felt like that.â JJ was holding the surfboard, his eyes catching yours. A strange silence fell between you. Neither of you had expected such a gestureânot just surfing, but the support heâd given you.
You hadnât expected his support; that was his gesture to you. And he hadnât expected a surfboard from you; that was your gesture to him.
JJ lifted the board to examine it, the usual smirk still on his face. He was clearly trying to ease the tension hanging between you. âSo, I have my own board now, huh? I donât have to give this one back, do I? Because when it comes to stuff like that, youâre pretty stubborn.â
âNo, itâs yours,â you said, smiling. You were grateful for his teasingâit cut through the awkwardness. You couldâve stayed silent for hours. âBut if I catch you getting into another fight, Iâll beat you with that board.â
JJ laughed, shaking his head. His gaze flicked between the board and you. He was ridiculously excited about the surfboard but trying hard not to show it. âFair deal. But just so weâre clear, every cool move I pull off with this board? Iâm crediting you. âThanks to Princess for this wave,â that kind of thing. Youâre my sponsor now.â
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât deny his antics made you laugh. He was fun to be around. You were glad the whole âstatusâ nonsense between you two seemed to be fading. It wasnât just youâhe had his own assumptions about you too. But it felt like youâd both moved past that. âOkay. Sponsorshipâs over. Go find your wave.â
JJ carefully propped the board against the wall, his expression softening. âJokes aside, thanks. I mean it. This means a lot. Just donât tell anyone I said thatâgotta protect my image.â He smiled, dimples showing as he ran a hand through his hair.
You smiled back, nodding quickly. âDonât worry, your secretâs safe.â
As you both grinned, JJâs eyes flicked from you to the surfboard. Following his gaze, your eyes drifted to his hands, gently tracing the board like it was fragile.
âIâm leaving the island tomorrow.â The words tumbled out, and you saw his hands freeze. His gaze landed on you, but you kept your focus on the board, pretending to admire its design. It really was a beautiful surfboard. âSoâI wanted to say thank you.â
His blue eyes pierced through you as if that was even possible. JJ didnât say anything to make the moment heavier, just nodded. For several seconds, neither of you spoke. Realizing the air had gotten heavier, you shifted your tone to something more casual. âI could drive you home if you want.â
You werenât the kind of person to offer, but making him carry a surfboard all the way home felt cruel.
JJ opened his mouth to respond, but a car horn blared from down the street. Both of you turned toward the sound. Outside the car, John B and Kiara were leaning against it, with Pope, Cleo, and Sarah visible through the windows. Pope waved at JJ from where he hung halfway out of the window.
When Sarahâs eyes met yours, you instinctively tugged at your shirt. There wasnât anything visible, but stillâyou felt uneasy. âWow,â you said, feigning amusement. âYour entourage is here.â
JJ hesitated, looking momentarily torn. Finally, he sighed, a guilty smile creeping onto his face. His gaze dropped to your hand still fidgeting with your shirt. For a split second, it seemed like he wanted to grab your hand, to stop you.
âNothingâs showing,â he said, his eyes lingering on your waist. You knew that, but the idea of anyone finding out still terrified you. Especially someone from Rafeâs family. He didnât want them to know, and neither did you. Thatâs why you felt the need to be extra cautious around Sarah and Wheezie.
âI know. Itâs justââ You stopped, shutting your eyes briefly before opening them again. It was paranoia, but understandable. âRelax. No one knows, I swear.â His hand almost reached out to your arm, but he stopped, remembering his friends were watching from the car.
âGo,â you said, shrugging. You composed yourself. âLooks like youâve got a ride after all.â You smiled.
JJ paused for a beat, then flashed a crooked smile. He hated the awkwardness lingering between you. âIf this board isnât as good as you said, youâre getting an earful. Iâll call you.â He walked backward, teasing. You couldnât help but chuckle at his words.
As you walked toward your front door, you noticed his movements slow. He stopped, turned, and looked back at you. It was like heâd remembered something heâd forgotten to do. Placing the surfboard down gently, his eyes briefly darted away from yours.
Then he walked up to you and stopped right in front of you. After a brief, silent pause, you felt his arms wrap around you. Was he⊠hugging you? Seriously? The gesture caught both of you off guard. Youâd never imagined this kind of closeness. But then again, you hadnât imagined buying him a surfboard either. So, it didnât feel wrong. If buying him a gift made you feel this close, then it wasnât strange that heâd feel close enough to hug you.
You returned the gesture, wrapping your arms around him. His grip was firm, and the scent of salt and ocean filled your senses. How did he always smell so much like the sea?
The hug was short, but both of you felt the strangeness of it. Once againâyou felt like youâd crossed a line. Broken some unspoken rule.
JJ shrugged as he pulled back. âYeah, thatâs it. See you, uh⊠whatever.â
You took a deep breath, watching him stand there. You hated goodbyes. You were going to miss this island, and nowâ
âYeah⊠goodbye.â You pushed your hair behind your shoulders, trying to steady your voice. You didnât understand why you felt like you were losing a friend. Like you were going to⊠miss him?
Stop. Donât even think about it.
JJ nodded, picking up the surfboard as he walked toward the car. You watched him for a moment before turning to the front door and stepping into your car. Through the windshield, you caught a glimpse of Kiara muttering something to Sarah. Whatever she was saying, you couldnât hear.
When JJ got into the car, he paused, lowering his head for a brief moment before looking outside again.
He mouthed something to the group. Not to you, but to the friends in the car. âJust shut up.â
When he gave you a quick nod, you returned it before starting your car. Watching them drive off, you felt a strange mix of relief and melancholy. Youâd thanked JJ, and that was all you wanted. It was done.
Except for the quiet ache of losing a friend.
Youâd left only a few clothes back at the house on the island. The furniture and everything else stayed in your room. Your parents insisted the room remain untouchedâthey wanted you to know there was still a home for you there. They even promised not to change a thing.
The first few months were bound to be hard; you knew that. Living alone was going to take some getting used to. But you hoped itâd all be worth it when you finally held your baby.
Now, you were sitting on the couch in your new place, sipping a green smoothie. Youâd have given anything for a coffee, but pregnancy meant sacrifices. A little caffeine might not hurt, but you didnât want to risk it. The smoothie was healthy, though it tasted awful.
It had only been six days since the move. Youâd allowed yourself time to explore the area, taking walks around the quiet streets. Your parents had offered to stay with you for a few days, but you politely declined. You wanted to settle in on your own. Leaning on their warmth and presence only to have it ripped away later would have made the loneliness worse. You couldnât let that happen.
Morning sickness had eased enough for a few walks, so youâd wandered the calm streets near your house. Quiet, orderly, nothing like Outer Banks. You couldnât help but compare the two. Everything here was different. The people, the lifestyleâit all felt so structured and tame. But a part of you missed the chaos of the island. The freedom. The absurdity of going to the store in a bikini without anyone batting an eye. That tight-knit community where everyone knew each otherâs names.
Youâd visited the local park a few times. It was rarely crowded, and you hadnât met anyone yet. By the time you arrived, most of the adults and kids were just beginning to trickle in.
So, here you were: your own place. Did that make you an adult?
How did adults even make friends? Scratch thatâhow did anyone past a certain age make friends? As a kid, it was easy. Just ask someone to play with you, and that was it. Middle school? Same thing.
But now? You didnât know a soul here. What were you supposed to do? Walk up to someone and introduce yourself?
Terrifying thought.
Still, maybe worth trying, right?
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Socializing wasnât supposed to feel like this.
Your eyes scanned the parkâs scenery. The leaves rustled gently in the breeze, and birds chirped in the branches above. A group of kids played in a sandbox, their laughter mingling with the faint sounds of distant traffic.
You clasped your hands over your stomach, exhaling deeply. âMaybe this is good for me,â you thought.
But the whole idea still felt horrifying. Sitting at home wouldâve been worse, though. At least you were out, breathing fresh air.
Introducing yourself to someone, though? Out of the question. No anxiety attacks, but your chest tightened just thinking about it. No, youâd just sit and enjoy the park for a bit. That would be enough.
Your gaze dropped to the book in your lap: Healthy Nutrition and Development During Pregnancy. You fiddled with the corner of its cover. Would someone else find this funny? Carrying a guidebook instead of a novel wasnât something even you wouldâve expected a few months ago. But here you were, on the verge of a whole new chapter. Screw what anyone thoughtâyou were preparing for your future.
Suddenly, the bench shifted slightly as someone sat down beside you. The movement snapped you out of your thoughts. You glanced up to find a middle-aged woman with an energetic demeanor. Her dyed-blond hair revealed a hint of gray at the roots, and a steaming coffee cup rested in her hands.
âUgh, I hope I can finish this before it goes cold,â she muttered to herself before calling out to the playground. âTati! No running, sweetheart!â
She waved toward the child before turning back to you with a wide smile.
âLovely day, isnât it?â she chirped.
You gave her a polite smile, nodding. âIt is,â you replied, subtly shifting your book closer to your lap. Her eyes flicked to the book in your hands, narrowing slightly as if trying to make out the title. âIs that a⊠guidebook?â she finally asked.
You tilted your head slightly. âYes,â you said simply, hoping thatâd be enough to end the conversation.
âA pregnancy guide?â she pressed, her curiosity accompanied by a cheerful smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. âHow sweet! Helping out a sister or expecting a niece?âOh, where are my manners? Iâm Viola.â
Her question caught you off guard. You hesitated briefly before giving your name. âUh, no. Itâs for me,â you said with a small smile.
Her expression shifted instantly. Her eyes widened, her grin turning stiff and awkward. âFor you? OhâŠâ
You nodded, feeling heat creep up your cheeks. She had seemed friendly at first, but the subtle judgment on her face now was impossible to ignore.
âHow far along?â she asked, as if the question was perfectly natural.
âSixteen weeks,â you mumbled, pretending to smooth the bookâs pages. The weight of her gaze made your skin crawl.
âAh, so young,â she murmured, taking a long sip from her coffee. When she lowered the cup, her eyes lingered on you, as though dissecting every detail. âHow old are you, if you donât mind me asking?â
âTwenty,â you replied, keeping your tone neutral but feeling the words land heavier than you intended. You watched her eyebrows knit together as she took a sharp breath.
âTwenty? You look barely old enough to drive!â she exclaimed, clearly not trying to be subtle. Then, almost conspiratorially, âBut⊠you must be married, right?â
Your hands instinctively moved to rest on your stomach, but you hesitated to respond. The silence must have been answer enough because her eyes flicked from your belly back to your face.
âOh,â she said knowingly, her smile tightening further. âSo⊠is the father still in the picture?â
What was this, an interrogation?
You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. Was it the tone of her voice? Or the audacity of her questions? Whatever it was, it stung. âThatâs not something I need to discuss with you,â you said firmly, fighting to keep the frustration out of your voice.
Viola shrugged, but her scrutinizing look didnât waver. âFair enough. But raising a baby at your age, and without⊠well, you know. Itâs going to be tough. Donât you think this was a bit⊠impulsive?â
Her words hit like a cold wind. You tightened your grip on your stomach and tilted your head slightly. âThatâs none of your business,â you said, your voice harder now.
Viola didnât back down. âYes, maybe youâre right. But people talk, sweetheart. And usually, they judge the ones they think made the wrong decisionsâŠâ She paused, pursing her lips. âWell, they judge.â
That was all you needed to hear. You tucked your book under your arm like you were putting it in a bag, got up, and said, âI think itâs time for me to leave,â your tone colder than even you expected.
Viola raised a hand as if trying to smooth things over. âOh, I didnât mean to offend,â she said, but the look in her eyes betrayed the opposite. âIâm just saying this for your own good.â
You could shove your âthoughtsâ up your ass.
Turning on your heel, you walked toward the parkâs exit. The sound of her coffee cup being placed on the bench and her murmuring words echoed behind you. A fresh start sounded nice, you thought. But a new beginning wasnât a guarantee of escaping old judgments.
There was no way you were going out to socialize again anytime soon. You hated that woman. With every fiber of your being. The way she judged you with that smug little brain of hersâit made your blood boil. You had no memory of how you even made it back home.
You made yourself some hot cocoa, hoping it would calm your nerves. Honestly, lying flat in the grass wouldnât have been enough to shake off the anger at this point.
Even though you tried to distract yourselfâknowing full well that stress wasnât good for the babyâit wasnât working. The incident replayed in your mind on a loop. You were certain youâd shiver every time you walked past that park again.
Who did she think she was, anyway? How could someone pass judgment on a stranger like that? The sheer audacityâit was baffling.
The sound of your phone notification pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. Glancing over, you reached for the phone resting on the couch.
You waited for a reply, but when nothing came, you set the phone down again. At least one of you was having a good day. Even though you felt like you were on the verge of exploding, you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.
The sudden ring of your phone startled you. You looked over, eyes narrowing slightly in surprise. JJ Maybank was calling you. Right now.
Pressing the phone to your ear, you grabbed the half-full cocoa mug from the table with your other hand. You werenât going to drink it anymore. You were too annoyed to even think about washing it, but you figured you could at least move it somewhere out of sight. JJâs voice came through the speaker, and despite everything, a small smile crept onto your face. For all his antics, he was a decent guy.
Heading toward the kitchen, you heard the cheerfulness in his voice as he began, âUsed it this morning.â He was talking about the surfboard, excitement practically dripping from his words.
Frowning slightly, you placed the mug on the counter. This morning? Shouldnât he have been at work? âThis morning? Werenât you supposed to be at work?â
There was a brief pause before JJ let out a muffled laugh. âGot fired,â he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Honestly, with him, it kind of was. You couldnât help but laugh a little.
You werenât surprisedâof course, you werenât. With the phone still pressed to your ear, you wandered over to the window and glanced outside. âFigured,â you said, your voice laced with playful sarcasm.
JJ didnât miss a beat, his tone now teasingly accusatory. âWait a second. Did you bet on me?â
Smiling, you shook your head even though he couldnât see it, your attention momentarily caught by a cat wandering down the street. JJ cleared his throat, bringing you back. âNo, but I wish I had,â you said.
His response came in the form of a dramatic groan. âThatâs the meanest thing Iâve heard all week. Youâre better than this.â
You turned around and walked toward the kitchen, your tone a little sharper now. âGet used to it.â
JJ responded immediately, his voice carrying a hint of challenge. âNever,â he shot back. Then, after a brief pause, his tone softened, but he added a teasing edge. âPregnancy hormones have turned you into a completely different person. And itâs only been six days.â
The way he always knew how to push your buttonsâand somehow make you smile instead of snapâwas maddening. You found yourself tapping the corner of the table with your fingers, a habit you didnât even notice until it happened. âI take pride in that,â you said, a playful grin tugging at your lips.
JJ came back stronger, more confident this time. âHey, do you think itâs the hormones, or is it because you havenât seen my handsome face for six whole days?â There was that familiar cocky tone, but you could tell he was trying to make you laugh. âIâd bet everything itâs because you havenât seen my handsome face.â
âEven your surfboard?â you teased, your voice lifting just enough to show you were fully invested in the banter now. You moved toward the living room and dropped onto the couch, your gaze briefly flitting to the TV. But your attention was fully locked on JJ.
âNot a chance,â he replied instantly, almost defensive. âThe boardâs off-limits. Too precious.â
You chuckled, grabbing the nearby blanket and pulling it over your lap. âThen youâve lost everything except the surfboard,â you said, shaking your head in mock disapproval. JJâs laugh echoed through the phone, rich and warm, before he quipped, âYouâve been extra rude lately,â his voice carrying a mix of mock hurt and teasing amusement.
You didnât just roll your eyesâyou sank deeper into the couch, grabbing a pillow to prop yourself up. Of course, heâd called just to mess with you. Was he bored? Had he decided you were the best target for entertainment? âIâve always been like this,â you replied with a shrug he couldnât see.
âNope,â JJ shot back instantly, his tone softer but still certain. A brief silence followed, filled only by the sound of your own breathing, before he spoke again. This time, his voice was a little more sincere. âSo⊠howâs it going? Living alone and all?â
You didnât hate that he asked. Actually, it felt nice to talk to someone. As an adultâor whatever weird in-between phase you were inâsocializing wasnât exactly easy. It hadnât been easy on the island either, but at least that had been your choice. This wasnât.
You took a deep breath, realizing the question was harder to answer than youâd expected. âIt sucks,â you admitted finally, the honesty not surprising you in the slightest.
âWhy?â JJâs voice was softer now, laced with just enough concern to feel genuine but not suffocating. It was like he always knew how to navigate these moments without overstepping. And honestly, it was strangeâgood strange.
You tried to sort through the chaos in your head. âI donât know,â you said with a faint sigh. âI havenât really connected with anyone. I donât know anyone here.â
JJ, ever the problem-solver in his own weird way, jumped in with his trademark ease. âThen make friends with the stray cats,â he said, that classic carefree tone of his bringing a smile to your face despite everything.
âI already have you,â you teased back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. âI couldnât possibly betray you.â
His laugh from the other end of the line was contagious. âNot funny.âÂ
Fidgeting with the edge of the blanket, you hesitated before mumbling, âAre you okay? How are you?â Somehow, over the phone, it felt easier to askâless intimidating than it wouldâve been face-to-face.
âIâm amazing,â JJ said, his voice taking on a flat, almost robotic tone that screamed deflection.
âYour ego is exhausting,â you retorted, matching his sarcasm. Why couldnât he just answer the question for once? Did everything have to be a game? âSeriously. How are you? After⊠you know, that day.â
JJ exhaled deeply, and when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, almost reluctant. âI donât live with my dad anymore.â
You sat up straighter, grabbing the remote to lower the TVâs volume. âWait, really?â
âYeah,â he said simply, like it wasnât a big deal. âPacked up my stuff and left.â
It wasnât exactly shocking. In fact, you were relieved heâd done it. Knowing heâd been living with someone who hurt him was unbearable. But still, you couldnât stop your brow from furrowing. You couldnât shake the worry. âAre you staying with John B?â
JJâs silence was unexpected. You listened to the sound of his breathing, the faintest hitch before he finally answered. âKind of?â
âWhat does that mean?â Your voice sharpened with concern. Why was he dancing around the answer when he could just tell you?
JJ sighed again, his tone shifting as though heâd stepped further away from the phone. âThey donât know I left yet. And I donât want to talk about it.â
He hadnât told his closest friends? Why? They werenât the type to judge him. You didnât know them well, but you were sure of that much. It didnât make sense.
Even as your worry grew, you knew pressing him wasnât the right move. âSo where are you staying?â you asked cautiously.
JJâs tone hardened. âI said I donât want to talk about it.â There it wasâhis three-year-old tantrum mode. Did he really think people didnât have the right to worry about him? Idiot.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, already feeling your patience wearing thin. âAs your friend, Iâm allowed to be concerned about your safety, JJ. Just tell me where youâre staying.â
His tone shifted again, this time lighter, more teasing. âFriend, huh? Thatâs nice. Kook and Pogue forever.â
âShut it,â you snapped, your irritation clear. All you wanted was to know he was safe. âJust tell me already.â
JJ paused, then let out a soft laughâthe kind you knew was covering up something deeper. Even a toddler could tell. âI stayed with them for a few days. Been figuring it out since.â
You frowned. That wasnât a solution. âYou need to tell them,â you said gently.
He responded with the same stubbornness youâd come to expect, but his tone hinted at a smirk. âThis is my problem, princess.â Then, as if to shift the mood, he added, âThis is the first time weâve talked on the phone. Cute, right? Now, tell me about your day.â
Despite the worry gnawing at you, you relaxed just a little. He wouldnât be joking around like this if things were terrible⊠right?
You hoped so causeâJJ is your friend.
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trouble sleeping? // j.m
warnings: fluff, cuddling, kissing, pet names.
summary: jjs girlfriend is having trouble sleeping <3
small blurb for my baby @jjblunts requested by this ask, i hope you like it!
for a couple days now, you've been having sleeping problems. when you lay in bed, you toss and turn for hours until you fall asleep, waking up with a sore back and grouchy from the lack of sleep.
however, jj has been noticing the slight changes in appearance and mood from you. he's been noticing dark circles starting to form, and the way you've been super quiet all day, and drinking multiple cups of coffee to stay awake.
he didnt know what was going on, but he knew he wanted to help. so tonight, instead of laying on the couch, he comes in to sleep with you instead.
you had been laying on your back, desperately trying to get just an ounce of sleep, but there was no use. you let out a huff of frustration and turn onto your side, hugging the pillows close to you.
as your fighting to fall asleep, you hear the door creaking, meaning someone has entered the room. you open you eyes to see the blonde standing above you.
he reaches down to carress your cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb across it. "hey babydoll. you cant sleep?" he asks softly.
you smile softly up at him, a tired and weak smile on your face. "no..." you shake your head.
he sighs, sliding into bed next to you gently moving you over by your waist to make room for him. "why didn't you tell me baby? you know i would've came to sleep with you." he says, running his fingers through your hair gently.
you lean into his touch, resting your head on his pec. "i dunno, didn't wanna bother you..."
he chuckles softly "baby your never bothering me. jus' go to sleep, hm?" he says, and moves your hair away from your face to kiss your forehead.
within minutes, your softly snoring in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck.
he smiles, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. "sweet dreams, sweetheart." he says before falling asleep, holding your body against his protectively.
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obx: in a different realm these two would be friends
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This parallel đ„ș
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chaotic // ghost of you
pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader
summary: a quick glimpse down memory lane before the group heads to charleston where you and john b are placed on cemetery duty. good thing a sibling intervention was needed and john b's hit with the heavy realization that you'd been left with more than superficial scars from the camerons.
warnings: ptsd, non-consensual drug use, angst, rafe cameron, typical obx violence, ward cameron being a dickhead, almost kidnapping?
a/n: good luck, godspeed, & listen to chaotic by tate mcrae
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âWould you do this to your sister?â
Rafe stared at you, horrified, as you hummed on the bed from the effects of the heavy indica based oil heâd put in your drink. You were practically on a cloud, and he was surprised you even had the energy to speak. Youâd never asked him anything, just begged him to stop and let go, but never this.
âWhat?â
You forced yourself up to a sitting position, practically fluttering at the pain relief heâd given you. Rafe spent more time in this room with you, just talking and yelling and taking his anger out on you because you were there. You usually didnât bother to comment back, just taking whatever heâd give because youâd given up on the idea of life getting any better.Â
âWould you put Sarah through this?â You repeated, eyes blinking quickly at him.Â
Rafe bent down to snort the line of white powder heâd organized on your calf; any other surface in the room and his dad would notice (or thatâs what he told himself). âThe fuck are you talking about?â
âI mean, John B would never do this to your sister, so why the hell are you doing it to his?â
The question caught Rafe off guard more than he expected. His dad had practically ruined his relationships with everyone heâd come to know. Except you, Ward had broken you into the perfect little companion for Rafe. There was no running away, nobody to come save you. So, in his own little twisted way, he really liked having you around. You were his.
âI donât have to answer you,â Rafe replied weakly, knowing damn well he wouldâve never allowed anything like that to happen to Sarah. NotâŠno? Maybe. He didnât know anymore and his brain wasnât working correctly now with the drugs in his system.
You sighed, âOkay.â Flopping back on the bedding, you stared at the ceiling. Your heartbeat was in your ears and it felt like time was passing so slowly.
âWould you ever forgive John B if he did that?â
You shook your head and gave him a thumbs down. âJohn B would never do that. And if he did, Iâd never speak to him again.â
The statement hurt. As much as Rafe tried to convince himself that you were wrong, it hurt. He wanted to be good, to be worthy of someoneâs love and attention. Heâd tried his whole life to but he kept fucking up. Thatâs why he was leaning on you. You were fixing that hole in his chest whether you knew it or not.
âWould you ever talk to me again?â Rafe stared at the bland walls as he spoke.
A moment of silence filled the room before he turned to see if you were still awake. Your eyes remained unblinking, the rise and fall of your chest in a steady motion the only sign that you were still alive.Â
âYouâre really scaring me,â You answered honestly. Your mind was silent, the only thing running through it was Rafeâs question, so you had no reason to lie to him. âYouâre hurting me. Youâre really hurting me and I donât understand why.â
Rafe turned away when you started crying, your form shivering in an adrenaline drop as you rolled onto your side away from him. He sat silently until your breathing evened out, eyes closing as you fell into an induced slumber before he turned the lights off and left the room, locking the door as he did.
--
John B was worried.
Letâs be clear, as the eldest of the group, John B worried often, but when it came to you, he always was.Â
Everything was off since you and Kie had returned from the shop and it was practically a red flag waving in front of his face. Neither of you said anything but it was obvious from the timing of everything paired with tear tracks on your faces that something happened. He just had to wait it out for more details.
Revealing everything to Kie had brought up a lot of buried feelings and although you wanted nothing more than to hide away, you didnât want to risk staying home by yourself. You were quiet the entire ferry ride, claiming you were tired and needed a nap so nobody would question your lack of energy. That didnât mean you missed out on the conversations around you, eavesdropping your way into John Bâs awkward insinuation of moving into the next step with Sarah.
The topic pulled tears to your eyes as you thought about the idea with JJ. Would you guys stay in Kildare? Would you move somewhere, or stay here and carry out a different kind of life that neither of you had experienced?
âSo based on the captainâs log, Blackbeardâs in his ship, the Adventure, somewhere out there, and theyâre being pursued by the British Royal Navy, right? So, he comes to shore, takes a bunch of hostages. They called it the, um, the-â
âOh, the uh, the Blockade of Charleston. That was eighth-grade history.â John B interrupted Popeâs story with such confidence it almost brought you out of your shitty mood.
You walked slowly behind them, head covered by one of John Bâs old Kildare High hoodies, the sweater paws keeping you warm. Kie was a few steps ahead of you, walking next to Sarah. Every now and then she would spare a glance back to make sure you were still there. Cleo walked ahead of everyone else, knife twirling between her fingers with murder on her mind. She would get her revenge on Terranceâs behalf.
Your attention drifted from John B and Popeâs conversation to your phone where your messages to JJ had gone unanswered. You knew he could hold his own, but you hated the thought of leaving him in search of his dad, not that he wouldâve let you go anyway.
âCome on, Birdie.â John B had slowed his pace to walk along your side, his hand grabbing yours so youâd drop your head on his shoulder. âWanna talk?â
You shook your head slightly but squeezed his hand in appreciation that he was here. Pope was busy solving the riddle left by the amulet that had brought you here.
âWait, I have a question. So, if weâre talking about caskets, that doesnât mean weâre going to another cemetery, right?â
You laughed softly at John Bâs question, leaning further into his side as the six of you continued walking down the cobblestone street. The walk continued much longer than you wouldâve liked, your mind and body ready to lay down for a little and reset.
âYou know whatâs been bothering me?â Pope asked after the sun had set and youâd walked a good 5 miles. âBlackbeard has a treasure he desperately wants to keep. Heâs being pursued by the British Royal Navy. Theyâre blockading the entire city. Yet he finds time to make coffins to bury his cook and navigator?â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, time out. Time out, time out. Dude, he definitely put something in those coffins.â
âAre you dumb.â You let go of John Bâs hand to stop in front of him, giving him a blank look. He looked offended as you walked away from him, shaking your head as you did. It was quite obvious that you were looking for treasure hidden in the coffins.
âHalf Moon, Half Moon Battery, where the living and the dead collide, which I figure is a cemetery, which means all we have to do is figure out where-â
âThe North Star is?â Sarah finished Popeâs thought as she raised her hand to point to a stained-glass window of the church on the corner. You shrugged at her find, figuring it made sense to at least give it a shot.
John B wrapped an arm around his girlfriend. âSarah Cameron, have I told you I love you lately?â
Pope stared at the colored object for a few more seconds before turning to address all of you. âHereâs the plan, alright? Iâm gonna need you and you for diversions. Youâre coming with me, I need to check something in the church. And you two are on cemetery duty.â
That put Sarah and Cleo on distractions, Kiara going with Pope, and you were left with John B for cemetery duty.
âWait, what?â You asked as you looked around the darkness surrounding you and your brother seemed to be on the same page. âDonât leave us out here!â
âLook for the gatekeeper in the cemetery,â Pope explained as the remainder of the group started walking toward the entrance. âBe so safe!â
You rolled your eyes at the ongoing joke, turning to face John B. âWe just got benched.â
âYep, where the living and dead collide, the Routledges will provide. Awesome,â He grumbled and walked around the gate to enter the graveyard area. âItâs not real, theyâre dead. Itâs gonna be fine, weâll be fine.â
You sighed and let him rant away to himself as you found a spot on the stairs to claim for the upcoming time. Pulling John Bâs hoodie sleeves further over your hands, you shivered with the cool night breeze.
âSo, are you gonna tell me what the hell is going on or am I going to have to drag it out of someone else?â John B took a seat next to you and cracked his knuckles like it would make him any tougher.Â
As much as you loved Kie, you knew she wasnât good at keeping secrets, and you wanted to talk to John B before she went running. Your teeth pulled at the chapped skin of your lips before you answered, âI heard you on the ferry, talking to Sarah about starting a family.â
He seemed confused for a moment before his cheeks burned red. âOh, thatâs awkward. Um, that⊠that shouldâve been a more private conversation and-â
âWould you hate Sarah if she didnât have kids?â
The question wasnât one John B anticipated. Out of all the things you guys had talked about before, raising a family wasnât one discussed. With your own family relationship being rocky, John B never knew where you stood on the idea and if youâd ever want that for yourself (and JJ, but he tried not to think about that).
âNo, n-no. I would be sad, of course, but I wouldnât hate her. She totally dodged the idea, though so you donât have to worry about-â
âWould you leave her?â
John B frowned and blinked at you, but you still werenât looking at him. He wasnât used to you asking about his relationship in this kind of way. âWhy are you asking this?â
You pushed a shaky breath from your lips and let your head drop to your knees. God, you wished JJ was here. He deserved to hear this from you first, but he wasnât, and you didnât know when he would be.
âJohn B, I canât have kids.â You turned to watch his expression as he processed your words. Your eyes were warm with tears while a million emotions crossed his face.
âWhat?â John B didnât know what else to say. You guys were barely adults, and this topic shouldnât even be a thought in your mind with the current living conditions and lack of funding you all had. But you were his little sister, and his heart was breaking as you spoke. âCanât or wonât?â
Tugging on the sleeves of the hoodie again, you looked down. âCanât. Physically unable. Never going to happen.â
John B paused at the coldness in your voice. You were obviously upset but he still wasnât sure where all of this was coming from. Plus, letâs be real. John B was a teenage boy at the end of the day; female anatomy was not his strong suit in any way. âOh, okay. Um, is there like a problem or-â
âRafe caused it.â
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The Cameron house was cold. Sunlight filled the room, casting some warmth across the hardwood floor but you made no effort to enjoy it. Rose had just dropped a salad off at the door and told you that DCS would be visiting today, to get your shit together and not to mess anything up or Ward would go after your friends. You didnât know whether to believe him or not, but you had nothing left to go off of. You hadnât seen your friends in weeks, and you didnât know if they even bothered to look for you.
DCS had yet to make any checkups on you and your brother since your dad disappeared, minus the one that John B narrowly avoided by jumping from the car when you thankfully werenât home. You figured Ward had paid them off for so long, but now that John B was lost to sea, they were likely to get suspicious.Â
Which meant they were coming to talk to you. Alone.
Perfect.
Forcing your tired and bruised body to your feet, you made your way into the attached bathroom to soak under the hot water and formulate a plan. If DCS did opt to talk to you, there had to be a way to get a silent SOS across. You didnât know how, but you would come up with something, even if Rafe and Ward followed your every move.Â
After soaking up most of the hot water, you finished getting ready for the day, pulling on a pair of shorts and one of John Bâs t-shirts that had gotten mixed in your laundry. It would only be a matter of time before theyâd come knocking at the door to collect you for show and tell.
Your eyes moved over everything in the room with hope something would pop up with an answer for all of your problems. And then you remembered the remaining food tray in the room. Ward or whoever dropped food to you typically left plastic wear to prevent you from using the typicaly cutlery as a resource, but that wasnât the case today. Your eyes caught the metal knife that was intended to cut the meal, but you hadnât touched it.
You grabbed the piece in your hand and moved slowly to to the door, running over JJâs instructions in your head on how to possibly pop the lock using the tool. Pushing it between the door and the wall, you felt around for the horizontal lock, struggling to move it over. And then there was a pop, and your heart started racing.
Pressing your ear against the door, you listened for footsteps and voices, anything that would give you a warning of someone being nearby. When you didnât hear anything, your fingers gently twisted the doorknob as far as it would go. A soft click told you it was yours to open as you pleased, so you did so, slowly.
The hallway was dim minus the sunlight leaking in from other rooms and your eyes caught sight of the large grandfather clock to your side. The ticking of the hands echoed down the silent hallway and you stood frozen for a moment before taking your first steps out.Â
And nothing.
No yelling, no alarms, no impromptu body tackles to the floor. You could make this. You could make a run for it and they would be none the wiser until DCS was here.
Walking slowly down the hallway, you came to the foyer area where you could hear whispers from the kitchen filtering through. Moving into Sarahâs room, you glanced around for something, anything, that would help you get out of here without any suspicion.Â
âGo get her. Theyâll be here soon and I need to make sure sheâs not going to run her mouth.â
âDad, sheâs going to-â
âNow, Rafe.â
You held your breath as Rafe mumbled an agreement and the sound of his footsteps echoed through the open room as he ascended the stairs. You needed to move, and move fast. Rafe cursed down the hall, likely figuring out that the door was unlocked and you clutched the butter knife tighter in your hand like it would offer any protection.
Ducking into Sarahâs walk-in closet, you scrambled to find an old phone or even her laptop if sheâd left it behind but came up empty. âShit,â You whispered to yourself and bent down to pull on a pair of her gym shoes since yours had been destroyed from years of wear. If nothing else, you needed to prepare to run.Â
Grabbing a black hoodie from her shelves, you slipped it on over your t-shirt and pulled the hood up to keep your face hidden as much as possible. You would only have one shot at this, and you needed to make it count.Â
Moving slowly toward Sarahâs bedroom door, you waited to see if you could hear Rafeâs presence down the hall but silence followed. The doorbell rang, Ward yelling out for his son in hopes that he would bring you down but Rafe didnât answer.
âHi, Iâm Rebecca Sinclair with DCS. Iâm presuming youâre Mr. Cameron.âÂ
Risking the step into the open, you walked out of Sarahâs room and kept your body pressed against the wall so you would be out of view for Ward and the DCS rep but could see their conversation.
âThat would be me. Come in, can I get you something to drink?â
Rebecca shook her head. âThis should be fairly quick. Where is Miss Routledge? I have to do an individual check in with her and then one with you as the legal guardian.â
âLet me go see where sheâs at. Sheâs been having a really hard time with the loss of her brother and my daughter. They were such good friends, and-â
âMiss Routledge, please, Mr. Cameron.â
The DCS rep clearly wasnât putting up with Ward. You took the chance to step forward into view, your mouth opening to yell out before someoneâs hand clamped over your face and an arm yanked you back from view. You screamed against the action, the sound echoing throughout the hall.
âApologies, sheâs been crying all day. Iâll go grab her.â
Body thrashing, you attempted to pull out of Rafeâs grasp but he doubled down on his grip, even when you attempted to bite his hand.Â
âShut the fuck up or Iâll kill you!â He hissed in your ear as he dragged you down the hallway back into the room youâd seen for days upon days. Rafe tried to close the door as quietly as possible while still corralling you in his arms.
He slammed you against the bed covers, knee driving into your stomach as he kept his hand over your mouth. You cried out at the force, tears springing to your eyes at the pain that followed. You tried to push against his chest so he would get off, his other hand tightening around your throat causing the air to stop its way into your lungs.
You choked, eyes going wide as you stared back at him in hopes that he would find some sort of empathy and forgiveness, but cold eyes met yours.Â
âI told you to shut the fuck up, you useless Pogue. I should kill you for-â
âRafe.â Wardâs voice was demanding enough that his son stopped speaking but continued to glare at you. âMove your hand.â
Rafe complied, taking his hand from your throat but keeping the one on your mouth. You continued to push at him until he dropped more of his weight into the knee on your stomach and you cried again.
Wardâs face came into view, his sickly fake smile on his face as he held a small syringe into your view. âYou couldâve just listened, you know? And we wouldnât have to go to these lengths.â
He wasnât gentle as he pushed the needle into your skin, subjecting you to whatever sedative heâd claimed good enough to handle your outburst.Â
Your body went quiet within seconds, muscles relaxing and a numbness spreading from limb to limb. Your imaginary fight with Rafe ended and tears fell from your eyes at the helpless feeling. After a moment, Rafe moved his hand and shifted off of you as Ward tossed a spare blanket over your form.
âGo to your room, Iâll handle this.âÂ
You could tell Rafe wanted to disagree with Wardâs directions, but with a final glare your way, he removed himself from the room. Ward watched as your expression drooped, eyes blinking slower as the medicine kicked in.Â
âI told you, youâll never see them again.â
Heavy tears blinked from your eyes as you tried to fight through, tried to stay awake to warn the woman downstairs of your horrendous conditions, of how damaged theyâd left you. But you couldnât, despite all your efforts, you couldnât.Â
And as your vision faded to black, all you could think of was your brother and how you wanted to be with him again, more than anything in the world.Â
--
And now, John B was going to be sick to his stomach so he stood up to pace while fighting the bile in his throat. Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron took away something youâd never even had a chance to consider.
âDid heâŠâ The open ended question made John B dizzy at the thought of everything that youâd gone through, and when you shook your head no, he choked out a cough instead of the lunch he was threatening to leave in the bush.
You watched him from your spot on the stairs, heart racing as you recounted everything youâd told Kie earlier that day. âThere was so much, um, scar tissue from the kickingâŠand the drugs. A-and they said it caused permanent damage that even if I wanted to get pregnant, I wouldnât make it long.â
âWhen did you find out? The hospital? Or-or-â John B stopped pacing, his hand tugging at his hair to keep him from absolutely raging in the cemetery.
âIt was when you got arrested,â You continued to explain around your tears before he lost his chill. âThere was so much bleeding and⊠I didnât know what to doâŠso I told Pope, and his dad took me to the hospital and-â
âPope knows?â John B had never sounded so upset at the idea of one of his best friends finding out this information before he did. You were his sister, his other half no matter what happened. He wanted you to trust him, to lean on him for everything and anything you wanted. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
You shrugged lightly, your voice cracking as you spoke, âBecause Iâm embarrassed? And ashamed and JJâs going to leave when he finds out and-â
John B picked you up from the stairs and held you so tightly, he couldâve sworn you disappeared. His chest shook with your sobs as you sunk into the embrace. You werenât even 19 yet and the possibility of growing a family with your boyfriend, John Bâs best friend, was practically non-existent.Â
Adoption was always an option, but John B knew what you were grieving, because he had almost grieved it when he lost Sarah on that table in Nassau. Plus, letâs not lie, the chances of you all getting your shit together and getting approved for that kind of thing were slipping away by the day. There was still so much time in your lives (you hoped), that you shouldnât be hearing this news at such a young age, but like you said, life had been so cruel.Â
John B stood there, with you in his arms, for as long as youâd let him. You cried for most of it, but a part of you was relieved he knew. You had tried to keep the conversation away as long as possible, like if you didnât speak of it, youâd never have to accept that it was real. But it was, and you had to come to the realization that John B wouldnât be an uncle to kids that youâd created on your own, that JJ wouldnât ever get to redeem himself as a Dad to kids of his own, that youâd never get that experience.
 âIâm so sorry, I⊠I shouldâve been there, I shouldâve never left without you,â John B apologized and placed his hand on the back of your head to hold you closer. âGod, I shouldnât have-I didnât mean for this to happen. I never meant for any of this to happen.âÂ
 ââS not your fault,â You mumbled, every word being so honest. It had taken a lot of thought, but you couldnât and you wouldnât blame John B for what heâd done. He was a terrified kid, and you were too in your own ways. He was running for his life and you were watching from the sidelines. Older and younger. Brother and sister. Trapped in this horrible spiral life had given you.
âWhat are we looking for?â
An unsuspecting voice had you and John B diving for a hiding spot, your brother tugging you behind a gravestone that would keep both of you from prying eyes. John B held a finger to his lips, teary eyes making contact with yours as you were wrenched out of your heartbreaking conversation and back into reality.Â
Keeping his hand on your shoulder to hold you out of view, John B peeked around the gravestone to see two figures wandering the cemetery with a lantern, obviously looking for something other than a deceased loved one.Â
âWeâre looking for an angel. A gatekeeper. One that looks a bit like her. Hello, Stede Bonnet,â A woman answered the question. âIsnât that a beauty? Excellent, come on.â
You shivered, whether from the cool stone against your back or fear, you didnât know and risked glancing over to see the two figures investigating another grave a few feet away from you. They were pulling out heavy tools in an attempt to open whatever was lying inside.Â
âShit,â John B whispered as you watched the woman place the amulet youâd found in the shipwreck into the stone, the headstone scraping open as she did. You quickly recognized the man as the one who had caught you and JJ while diving and again in the hospital, so that left this woman to be his boss.
After a moment of silence and more scraping noises, they disappeared under the stone, down into the tomb that lay beneath. Thunder cracked overhead and you jumped, grabbing onto John Bâs arm in surprise.Â
He moved away slowly and your grip tightened to stop him. âJohn B!â
âShh, just stay behind me. Weâre so not done with that conversation, by the way.â
You shuffled out slowly in fear of someone getting the jump on the two of you. John B paused in front of the headstone that the two people from earlier read; the angel statue had an outstretched hand, which you followed to the tomb they disappeared in.
âThe gatekeeper will guide the way,â John B repeated as he followed your gaze. âHoly shit.â
âHoly shit,â You gasped out in shock, realizing they very much had figured out the words on the amulet faster than youâd planned. âDo you thinkâŠâ
âTheyâll be fine,â John B reassured, although you couldnât tell if he was speaking more to himself or you. âTheyâre smart. Right?â
You tilted your head in consideration. âBetter than us being down there.â
âYeah, yeah. Way better than us.â
âPopeâs super smart.â
âRight and Cleoâs got her knife.â
âSarahâs not dumb, sheâll be fine.â
âKie can have her moments, but-â
Your reasoning was cut off as the headstone shifted and the two individuals from earlier climbed out. John B pushed you behind him further into the shadows of the building as you watched on with curious gazes. Lightning lit up the sky before thunder boomed around you, the storm clearly moving in closer despite your wishes.Â
You needed to find your friends. And fast.
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đđđČđđđ§đ€đŹ đŹđąđŹđđđ« đŠđđŹđđđ«đ„đąđŹđ
Summary: Y/N Maybank is dating kook prince Rafe Cameron. You realize you have to choose between your brother or your boyfriend. What happens when the truth is revealed and everyone finds out youâre dating?
Part 1-
The prologue- piece of shit
Chapter 1- who the hell did this?
Chapter 2- explanations
Chapter 3- dried flowers
Chapter 4- I love you
Chapter 5- P4L
Chapter 6- you donât need him
Chapter 7- Goodbye
Part 2-
Chapter 1- stuck on a boat with my crazy ex boyfriend
Chapter 2- a not so fun sleepover
Chapter 3- big bad Rafe Cameron
Chapter 4- forget her
Chapter 5, eviction notice
Chapter 6- just like your father
Chapter 7- failed heists
Chapter 8- hate you too
Chapter 9- theyâre not you
Chapter 10- Barracuda Mike
Part 3
Chapter 1- Run bitch, run!
Chapter 2- can I kiss you?
Chapter 3- running around with a bullet in my leg
Chapter 4- worst trip of my life
Chapter 5- tell him, you fucking asshole!
Chapter 6- Bitter
Chapter 7- Hard decisions
Chapter 8- Blackbeard
Part 4
Chapter 1- Lets do this shit!
Chapter 2- The enduro
Chapter 3-
Chapter 4-
Chpater 5-
Moodboards:
Reader aesthetic
Jj and reader
Reader and Rafe
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âč á(á ÂŽ Ë)à© âĄ âŠ COINCIDENCE âĄ
track six of the short nâsweet series. pairing: toxic!jj x reader. based loosely on the song coincidence by sabrina carpenter. enjoy! à»ê°Ő Üž. .ÜžŐê±á
you and kiara carerra were not similar in the slightest.
both beautiful in your own right, sure â but just⊠different. she was tomboyish, a natural beauty with the âcool girlâ charm. she knew makes of cars, how to play pool and actually be good at it. she got competitive and passionate at sports events. she could make a plain tank top and denim shorts look effortlessly gorgeous. she was kiara â and you were well, you. a real girly girl, nails were always done, not the biggest sports fan and youâd always make sure your bikini matched your flip flops even if you were going to be taking them off the second you reached the beach. you were two people that probably wouldnât cross paths otherwise, but you can see why she had her eye on you and likewise.
infact, you remember the first time you saw jj maybank â and heâd done a double take to watch you go by while she was still at his side.
granted, it was the very end of their relationship. youâre talking â break up the next day end. but still, it was grounds for you to raise an eyebrow. doubt strikes your chest each time you remember it. what should have been flattering was actually waving red flags in your face.
it wasnât just a glance either, if you were being totally honest. it was a greedy stare â one that travelled from your face to your feet, every ex girlfriends nightmare when he ended up at your side just a few weeks later.
just like that, kiara started to show up everywhere the two of you were. haunting you like a ghost. she didnât seem like she loved parties before, much preferring to surf and grab food on a saturday evening â but since you coupled up with the maybank boy youâd think she was hunting for the next Project X â around each turn all dressed up with a drink in her hand, chatting happily away to all of jjâs friends that you didnât know how to talk to. it set you on edge.
a revenge plot, sure â and you couldnât blame the girl. youâd be scalded too. you knew to stay out of her way, despite the situation bothering you. you knew jj noticed her scheming, infact sheâd occasionally find reasons to talk to him and youâd swallow it down. she was confrontational, you were not â and perhaps guilt was involved, because youâd pathetically glue your eyes to your shoes whenever sheâd smugly approach. you darenât start anything.
you felt paralysed when she approached the blonde at your side at the next party you were at. âdude, can we talk in private?â she stresses solemnly, even glancing your way in reference as if to say âwithout her.â you look helpless, bless your heartâ looking over to jj and just praying her tells her to fuck off finally. but he didnât, and wouldnât. he might have been a little toxic in his decision making, but youâd like to think on the inside he was too good of a guy to let her down like that. which is why he presses his lips together awkwardly and nods, giving you a reassuring little pat on your lower back before strolling off with her towards an empty room, running a hand through his hair. you watched him go, you watched her take him away.
you walk to the drinks table and pour way too much liquor into your cup. pope watches, standing nearby having definitely scoped out the situation and sends you this⊠look. he meant well, but the gaze of sympathy did nothing to reassure you. what did he know? why would he be sorry?
you down the drink, and next thing you know itâs been fifteen minutes and theyâre still behind a closed door. you shove your cup into john bâs hand, who looks taken aback but guards it nonetheless, and you storm right up there without thinking. youâre done being the sweet, lenient girlfriend. he wants crazy? you can match that too.
âtimes up, you can get the fuck ouââ your voice trails off after you swing the door open with such a force. itâs not exactly the sight you were expecting to see, shocked that you werenât witnessing a head of blonde hair between her spread legs. instead, she paces infront of him in tears, all while he sits on the edge of the bed awkwardly, brow creased. whatever was happening, it didnât look like cheating.
âof fucking course.â kiara gestures to you before pushing past, wiping her eyes and leaving the room. you clear your throat awkwardly.
âwanna leave?â your voice comes softer this time and he blinks at you.
ââya.â
the drive home is weird and suspenseful. heâs gripping the steering wheel and youâre fidgeting and itching, dying to ask what happened. what you saw.
âi just donât understand why she wonât leave you alone.â your voice decides on a solemn tone as you stare ahead at the dark road ahead of you. jjâs jaw ticks in irritation and his eyes flutter as if resisting an eye roll. you just about catch the expression when you turn your head, and no â itâs not what you were expecting.
âits not really like, up for discussion right now? so can we justââ his hand lurches forward to press the on button to the radio, music ringing out for not even a second before you shut it off just as fast, frowning now.
âno, thatâs â donât be unfair. iâve been so fucking tolerant jj. you know i have. i have never askedâ butâ but can you not see how this might concern me?â you feel your face getting hot and your voice raising.
âalright weâre goinâ thereâ okay! look, babe â sheâs my friend. iâve known that chick since i was like fourteen so this whole issue is kinda bigger than you, iâll be honestââ
âyouâre in a relationship. you left her! why do i feel like i have to hold you so tight or youâre gonna run off to her!â
âiâon know maybe you should be lookinâ at your own trust issues âstead of pointing the finger at me.â he pulls into your drive, haphazardly parking the car but neither of you make a move to get out, turning your bodies to face one another.
âtrust issues? jj do you really think itâs a coincidence that she shows up everywhere that weâre at? sheâs trying to get you back and i donât know what hold she has over you but you need to stop letting her run you if you wanna stay with me.â you assert, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. he rolls his eyes practically into space, leaning back in his seat as he runs a hand over his face.
âlook. she got the wrong idea. last time me nâyou had that big fight i⊠i went over to see her. nothinâ happened i just talked aboutâŠus, and i guess she just â she got her hopes upâ thatâs it, okayââ
âare you serious? jj are you fucking serious?â your voice shakes, and your feet move. you open the car door, being sure to slam it shut before marching to your door, trembling hands fumbling for the keys in your purse. heâs quick to follow, sighing at his own choice of words as he tries to block you from getting inside, continuing to ramble.
âdont be like that, mama. câmon, you know i wouldnât go there. you really donât trust meâ like at all?â
âthe first time i saw you, you checked me out while you were still with her. youâre not above it.â you sniff angrily as you finally find your keys, shoving past to slot them in the keyhole. he grabs your arm as you pass him, stopping you in your tracks. you always forget how strong he is.
âit ainât right. i know.â he defends, eyes wide and urgent as he stares down at you. he softens, trying to pull you toward him. âi know.â
âno you donât. so what, when you lose feelings for me youâll just toss me to the side when a hotter girl comes along? no thank you.â you shove him off you, storming into the living room and he curses, shutting your front door and chasing you in.
âiâon know what you want from me but iâmma guess itâs some kinda sick reassurance. i told you time and time again that me nâher just werenât right. we outgrew eachother. end of freakinâ story. you know what? you know what babe? iâmma show you what you do to me.â you feel him on you, manhandling you like some kind of brute, a kidnapper of sorts and roughly lowering you to the ground so he can hold you down on your front no matter how hard you squirm.
nothing in your body is saying no despite your violent wriggling from his grip. infact, on instinct your back arches and you groan, petulantly.
âyeah, thaâs what i thought. all this âcos you wanted papa to show you how much he cares? that it? god damn you piss me off.â he grits his teeth, fighting your skirt off your body as he holds your body down with his knees, practically straddling you.
it doesnât take long for you to get wet, not with the way heâs handling you, with the way heâs talking to you, a hand on your throat pulling your face off the carpet to listen good.
âi was in the room tellinâ her to stop playinâ in my girls face and she was cryinâ. that what you wanted to hear? huh? that itâs you over anyone? âcus if thatâs what you want i can drill it right into that brain all night. pull your panties to the side nâdonât lemme tell you twice.â
your glossy folds part for him when you arch harder, tears on your cheeks that you donât remember falling as you reach back and peel the panties away from your cunt. you hear him belt buckle and you mewl from habit. it felt so good. it felt so good to be chosen.
âmhm. if iâm so bad, and such a pig, why am i holdinâ you down gettinâ ready to pound your shit right now and not with her? huh?â
you couldnât answer. maybe this was bigger than you, maybe it wasnât â but for now youâll believe his every word. hard not to listen when heâs pushing his tip in.
#short n sweet series đ§#toxic!jj#jj maybank prompt#and no this isnât kiara shade itâs just a story
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i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them
#they're carrying the series at this point#emily prentiss#penelope garcia#tara lewis#jennifer jereau#jj#i love the criminal minds family#paget brewster#kirsten vangsness#aisha tyler#aj cook
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How far they've come just in this office alone.
#jjmethas#jj x methas#tldhlb#love no long beans#methasjj#this love doesn't have long beans#thai bl#thai series#thaibl#asianlgbtqdramas#asian lgbtq dramas#thai drama#thai bl series#thai bl drama#bl drama#bl series
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THIS LOVE DOESN'T HAVE LONG BEANS (2024) 1.08
#benz atthanin#garfield pantach#methasjj#this love doesn't have long beans#tldhlb#tldhlbedit#methas x jj#benzgarfield#userdramas#esmetracks#clairedaring#lextag#bl drama#thai bl#asianlgbtqdramas#asiandramasource#bl series#thaidramaedit#boyslovesource#i haven't forgotten about them okkkk đ„čđ„č#belleparkgif
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âFIDELITYâ
MASTERLIST -`âźÂŽ- Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader x JJ Maybank
Summary: Kook!Readerâs world is upended by betrayal, and her only way forward might lie with the most unlikely personâJJ Maybank. But as they build a new life together, old flames and past mistakes refuse to stay buried.
Warnings: betrayal, smut(maybe?), unexpected pregnancy, family conflict, emotional manipulation, toxic relationships, healthy relationships, mild violence, angst, fluff , themes of abandonment, Rafe is a dick, mentioning abortion, jealousy, drug use, complex family dynamics, non-romantic family bonds and love triangle.
CHAPTERS đđËâââ đâżË°
Ep1âź.á Ep2âź.á Ep3âź.á Ep4âź.á Ep5âź.á Ep6âź.á Ep7âź.á Ep8âź.á Ep9âź.á Ep10âź.á Ep11âź.á Ep12âź.á Ep13âź.á Ep14âź.á Ep15âź.á Ep16âź.á Ep17âź.á Ep18âź.á Endâź.á
EXTRASđđËâââ đâżË°
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jj maybank headcannons!
warnings: none, pure fluff!
requested by this ask! thank you anon <3
pairings: boyfriend!jj x shy!girlfriend!reader <3
ᄫᥠshy!girl!reader who always has to tutor jj because he cant listen in class for shit. lucky for him, his girlfriend has all the notes, cause shes observant <3
ᄫᥠshy!girl!reader who tugs on jjs arm when shes ready to leave a public setting, or just wants to get out of a conversation, luckily her boyfriend is good at making excuses.
ᄫᥠshy!girl!reader who always asks jj to order her food for her in a drive thru, or when waiters take their order, cause shes too shy to tell them what she wants, afraid she will stutter or say something wrong.
ᄫᥠshy!girl!reader who hates going on on dates in public, not because shes embarrased of jj, but because shes scared she will get mean looks.
ᄫᥠshy!girl!reader who texts jj when she meets up with him at a place, making him come get her instead of finding him her self
đ boyfriend!jj who always has to make the first move in the relationship, whether it be the first kiss, first time having sex, first time sleepover, etc. but ofc he doesnt mind, because he loves how shy his girl is, he knows that shes only his.
đ boyfriend!jj who doesnt pay attention in school on purpose, so that when he gets home he can call his pretty girlfriend over to teach it to him instead of a lame teacher <3
đ boyfriend!jj who constantly does goofy things to try and get you to bring out your goofy side that he hardly sees
đ boyfriend!jj who randomly pecks your lips or your forehead, during conversations with others when your sitting on his lap, to let you know he's still there
đ boyfriend!jj who always lets you rant about books or movies to him, even if he doesn't understand because he doesn't ever wanna not hear you talk.
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the boys!!!
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Series 10 Episode 6: If the Shoe Fits
Reid's got coffee and a pink box which I will presume is filled with doughnuts or pastries.
#criminal minds#spencer reid#doctor spencer reid#coffee with genius#coffee#aaron hotchner#jj jareau#series 10
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Bed Chem series pt 5
Rafe Cameron x reader
Summary: Y/n was away at college in New England all year, but now sheâs returning for the first time for the Summer. When she reunites with her friends⊠it gets⊠complicated. What happens when her secret ex-fling who also happens to be her best friendâs brother takes notice to her return?
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wave of you // ghost of you
pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader
summary: more treasure hunting continues but your group takes time to enjoy the perfect surf day. it was perfect, that is until topperâs girlfriend becomes unhinged and you find yourself in the middle of an argument with⊠rafe cameron coming to your defense?
warnings: the usual obx angst, anxiety attacks, mentions of PTSD, cursing, crying. yeah.
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Sarah and John B had beat your half of the group back to the house, Kiara having been running the shop in the unexpected absences. After taking a shower to scrub the hospital off of you and changing into the comfiest clothes you could find, you joined everyone in the living area where everyone was sharing their half of the past few hours.Â
John B and Sarah had taken the amulet to get an inscription translated into what you found out said Where the living and dead collide, the gatekeeper will guide the way, whatever that meant. They were kicked out shortly after revealing where the object was from, the individual telling them it was cursed.Â
âGenrette was obsessed with Blackbeard, so maybe directions to his treasure?â John B theorized as he handed the amulet over to JJ.
âSo, what is this treasure?â Cleo continued, âGold?â
Pope shook his head. âNo, I remember hearing something about like a⊠a crown, blue crown?â
His suggestion was immediately vetoed by Cleo and Kiara, neither girl believing a word he offered. You sighed and leaned back into the cushions of the couch, wrapping the blanket tighter around you as you listened to them bicker.Â
âApparently, it is the most sought out artifact in the ancient world,â John B read off a page of a book heâd grabbed from the shelf. You squinted at the object in his hand, quietly asking yourself when your brother of all people read a book. âThe blue crown was created for Darius the Great of Persia over 3,000 years ago.â
âThatâs worth more than 50k.â
John B ignored JJâs comment and continued, âIt was said to possess the blessing of the gods themselves, granting the wearer immense favor and rare invincibility. Holy shit, look at this. Xerxes, the son of Darius the Great, he was a badass. Heâs wearing it. Uh, Alexander the Great, beat the shit out of everybody. Heâs wearing it. Julius Caesar, also a badass, murdered a bunch of people.â
âDad told you all of this?â You asked him as he read the names off the pages. Pushing yourself to your feet, you moved to stand behind JJ and rested your chin on his shoulder as you looked over at what they were reading. He moved you into his side, thumb brushing your hip bone as he tugged you close.
John B shook his head at your question, glancing up at you. âNo, no. I donât remember any of this, I just know it granted wishes.â
âLike a genie?â
âHold on, it says right here the crown was lost sometime in the 1700s, but it was rumored to be hunted down by⊠Blackbeard.â
There was no argument that the direction of the treasure hunt had been changed when it came to a priceless item versus 50k. The whole night shifted, turning into a bonfire and celebration between the group that brought everyoneâs spirits back up.
âOh, come on!â You complained as Pope smacked your burnt marshmallow from his face, sending the treat into the grass a few feet away. âPope, that was my fuckinâ marshmallow!â
âIâll make you a different one! The burnt ones are ass!â
You groaned in response and fake pouted before shaking the can of beer in your hand to find it empty. The six of you had been out here since sundown, embracing the thrill of the evening and what lay ahead. Despite hating the danger your group always seemed to head into, you missed this feeling of nostalgia and anticipation.Â
JJâs hands grabbed your hips as you got up from your folding chair, bumping into him as you did so. You covered his hand in the one that didnât have an empty can and smiled at him. âMy knight in shining armor.â
âAt your service, baby,â He replied instantly, trading your empty can for the fresh one he had next to him. Once it was securely in your hand, he tugged on your waist until you fell into his lap, a squeal escaping your lips before the two of you lost balance with the momentum and tumbled backward into the grass.Â
You screamed in shock, your beer flying away in the chaos as you rolled off JJ who was high off his ass and giggling loudly at the fall. You couldnât stop the laughter escaping your lips and dropped into the grass completely, overwhelmed with happiness for the first time in what felt like forever. âYou dumbass!âÂ
âCâmere!âÂ
Another yelp escaped you as JJ swooped you off the lawn and over his shoulder, hauling your ass toward the house with no explanation.Â
âOh come on!â John B groaned and covered his eyes with his hand as JJ carried you out of view, various whistles from the ground following. âFuckinâ hate you, JJ!â
JJ flipped your brother off with his free hand and walked into the house, closing the door with his shoe before he gently placed your feet on the ground. You grinned up at him, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him impossibly closer.Â
âDid you need something?â You teased and faked innocence as you fluttered your eyelashes to drive the effect home.
JJ tsked his tongue, his fingers cupping your neck before he kissed you roughly, moaning at the way your body fell into him without hesitation. You knew he wasnât going to hold back very long and there was a 100% chance your friends could walk in at any moment.
âUpstairs,â You rushed out as his lips dropped to your neck, nipping softly at your skin to make your knees even weaker. âJay.â
âYeah, yeah,â He mumbled, his kisses stopping long enough for him to crouch and loop his arms around your ass and waist and pick you up, your ankles crossing behind his back, supported by his strong grip. âLemme love on you.â
You hummed, kissing him again and biting gently on his bottom lip in response to his request. âYou can love on me as much as you went when itâs not somewhere John B can see it.â
JJ groaned and shook his head. âPlease stop bringing up your brother when weâre making out.â
You laughed loudly as he started walking up the stairs to your room, his kisses lingering on your collarbone and his grip tight as he did. The lack of light was welcomed as you landed on the bed with a laugh, barely having a second to pull your shirt off and drop your shoes before JJ was hovering over you with a hungry desire in his eyes and a whole night to make you his, again and again, just as he intended to.
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The next morning was a haze of blissful kisses and a warm shower between you and JJ, the house still silent as everyone slept. Your boyfriend wrapped you in a soft towel, pressing a kiss to your forehead before telling you he was going to check on the shack. It hadnât taken more than a few minutes before he was running through the house, waking everyone up and telling them about the swell.
The warm sunlight was shining through the window as you slipped on a swimsuit for the day, taking the time to brush your skin with sunscreen and grabbing one of John Bâs lightweight shirts to slip on over your shoulders. The boys were already down prepping the boards with Kiara as you and Sarah took the time to make breakfast for everyone, knowing food would easily be forgotten in the excitement of the day.
âOh come on, donât tell me you guys are seriously surfing today?â Pope walked across the screened-in porch while shoving his backpack on his shoulders.
You frowned at the sight of him in everyday clothes and not swimwear, âAnd you arenât?â
Ever since you were little, youâd spent every surf day with the boys and Kiara. It was like the second the news of a perfect swell hit town, all bets were off and the beach was calling your name. Pope was usually the one to drag you out of bed for it, so to see him walking away was a surprise.
âWell, I donât want to sell the million dollars I have in my hand for 50k so, Iâm gonna look into this.â He held up the amulet for emphasis.
JJ looked just as confused as you did. âWait, Pope. Didnât you hear me? Itâs a perfect swell day.â
âYeah, and there will be other swell days.â
Low whistles and âooohsâ followed his statement, the group collectively disagreeing with his mindset. John B turned to Sarah from his spot where he was waxing your board. âYou wanna maximize beach day?â
Sarah pursed her lips. âI wanna maximize this tan.â
You bit into your toast and pushed at her with your toes. âSarah Cameron, I know you used to be a Kook but youâll learn how to surf the Pogue way today.â
She rolled her eyes in fake annoyance before pushing at your foot, sending you off balance from your stool as you yelped before laughing.Â
âWell, everyone have fun maximizing.âÂ
âWait!â You called out to Pope as he turned on his heels to leave. âWhereâs Cleo? I have to see her on a board. Sheâs gotta be insane with it.â
Pope shrugged, âShe texted me, said sheâs looking for bait in The Cut.â
âLame, tell her weâre closed!â Kie argued back.
JJ continued to try and convince Pope to join you all on the beach, but the boy wasnât having it, his mind stubborn on exploring more info on the amulet for the day. He informed you all he texted Cleo to meet up before hopping on his bike and disappearing from view.Â
You werenât sure how the boys managed to get all the boards on the Twinkie, or honestly, you didnât want to know, but the second the sand was in between your toes, you didnât have a care in the world. Surfing was always one of your favorite pastimes. The sunshine, the water, and the feeling of landing a good wave were so rewarding.Â
John B had managed to find the group an open spot on the beach to set up chairs and the umbrella he almost took JJâs eye out with. You took off in the sand and dove headfirst into the water, relishing in the refresh it gave you as the water crossed over. It had been so long since you had nothing to do besides lay in the salty water.
The peace didnât last long, of course. Topper and his rowdy group pulled up in their newer vehicles, purposely parking close to your group as if it would make a point. You rolled your eyes at the sight of them, knowing this wouldnât end well because it just never really did.Â
JJ met you in the water with both of your boards in hand, but your focus wasnât on him. It was on the group piling out of the cars which happened to include Rafe Cameron. Â
âI wonât let anything happen,â JJ attempted to reassure you as he stopped to kiss your temple, sliding your board into your hands. You gave him a weak nod but didnât move your gaze as you watched Topper move closer to your setup where he intercepted John B.Â
Your hands moved to give JJ the board back as you walked out of the water to approach the two boys. You didnât need John B doing anything irrational, especially if Topper pushed his buttons the way he normally did.
âNice of you to join the party,â Topper acknowledged as you came to stand next to your brother with crossed arms.Â
âTop.â You nodded in his direction, not backing down in your defensive approach.
Topper motioned toward John B, âI was just hashing things out, you know. Friendly banter to get things even.â
âDo you really think itâs even, Topper?â You asked him as the list began to run through your head. Every time you guys got the slight upper hand, the Kooks took you down two pegs.
Topper pursed his lips and looked away from you. âUh, letâs go down the list. You guys sunk my boat.â
âAllegedly.â
âThen you cold-cocked me and put me in the ER, remember?â He looked at John B pointedly like it was the worst thing ever.
âYou beat the shit out of Pope,â You reminded him. âOr, how about pushing John B off a two-story building, hmm?â
Topper rolled his eyes and pointed behind John B. âLook, I was with her first, bro. If your girl comes to me, if she canât resistâŠ.âÂ
âReal mature of you, Topper. Oh, by the way, thanks for burning our house down,â John B replied, his fingers twitching to throw the first punch, but he wouldnât with you standing next to him.
You sneered at Topperâs attitude and stepped forward to block John B in case the emotions got the best of either boy. âJust here to surf, Top. Unless you had more to say?â
Topperâs eyes glanced behind you before he cleared his throat and refocused with no further argument. âNo, no. Just here to surf.â
You hummed in agreement as he turned to walk away, mumbling something about having a good chat. Waiting until he was far enough on his side, you shifted back around to see JJ standing a few feet behind you, glare sharp enough to kill the Kook. No wonder Topper about shit his pants.
âCâmon.â John B grabbed your hand, tugging you away from the scene. You didnât miss the way Rafe stared at you the entire time despite the new brunette he seemed to have attached to his hip. It took one glance to know she wasnât a Kook, especially with the obvious discomfort she held around the group.Â
Pushing their presence to the back of your mind, you allowed John B and JJ to tug you out into the warm sea, Kiara and Sarah following behind the three of you as the waves started to kick up. It became a routine of swapping waves, dropping in amongst your friendsâ cheers and applause. Even Sarah managed to grab a couple and remain on her feet for the course into shore, which had all of you celebrating.
Hours passed between the sun and waves before you flopped on a towel and treated yourself to a midday nap. Sarah had the right idea when she said she would maximize her tan, the warm rays lulling you to sleep before you knew it.
JJ pulled himself out of the water, brushing as much from his hair as possible so he didnât look like a wet dog. He didnât feel half bad dropping in on a wave that Topper supposedly thought he could claim. JJ laughed to himself; the damn Kook should know better than to try to out-surf a Pogue.Â
His eyes caught sight of you sound asleep and cuddled up on the oversized towel you insisted on grabbing for yourself at the thrift store. It was rare nowadays for you to sleep without someone by your side, especially at night. There were too many times when youâd crash on the hammock before the group came in and you woke someone up with a heavy scream.Â
In the years JJ had known you, heâd never considered you to be weak or broken. Youâd always been an example of strength in his eyes, someone who could persevere even the toughest of challenges. He knew it took a little bit of support now and then, but you were healing, and he was so, so proud of you. Youâd shared such vulnerable moments with him, and though he wished he could take the pain away, he knew it was a process. It took him longer than heâd like to admit to share about his dad with you, so he understood the hesitancy you had when it came to unpacking what occurred while John B was gone.Â
Usually, when you caught sight of Rafe, you shut down completely. JJ didnât pry to ask what all happened when you were stuck with him, trusting that in time you would open up and share when you were comfortable. He was grateful that you felt comfortable enough with them around to sleep even though the person whoâd taken so much from you was so close by.Â
âGuys, thereâs a turtle hatch!â
Kiaraâs excitement woke you up from the warmth of the sand, your eyes blinking in an attempt to adjust to the sunlight. You shifted to see where she was pointing, noticing the little movements of sand and the dark figures poking out. Pushing yourself to your feet, your friends scurried around to make a path in hopes of guiding the baby turtles safely toward the water.
You quickly tossed John B your towel to drag out the terrain evenly before taking a closer look at the small creatures, wishing you could pick one up but knowing better. âTheyâre so cute, what the fuck!â
âMake a turtle highway,â Sarah laughed beside you, the two of soaking up the once-in-a-lifetime event as Kie continued to build a path with the boys. Pulling out your phone, you snapped a few photos of the event, including one of Sarah pointing at the little turtles as they cruised by.
The sound of a revving engine pulled your attention away and toward where Topperâs supped-up Jeep was approaching. You frowned at the sight, not sure what his intentions were before you noticed Topper wasnât even driving, Ruthie was.
âHey!â Kiara stood up and waved her hands in the air, âStop! Thereâs a hatch!â
âTopper, stop!â You yelled next, trying to point around the current path of the turtles who were moving as fast as their little bodies could take them. âMove!â
There was barely enough time for JJ and Kiara to throw themselves out of the way of the oncoming Jeep, thankfully missing the turtles and the near-death of the duo. You could hear Ruthieâs obnoxious laugh behind you as you faced the Kook group who apparently, found attempted murder funny.
âHey!â You were shouting before you had a chance to think it through, feet stomping through the sand to carry you closer to where Kelce and his friends found it hysterical. âWhat the hell is wrong with you people?â
Kelce continued to laugh as Topperâs Jeep revved once more, coming to a stop next to you. âMaybe next time donât drop in on our surf,â Kelceâs voice dropped deeper as he approached you, gaze darkening when he was eye to eye with you.
âFuck you, Kelce. Whatever ego you all have that you think entitles you to run over baby turtles is sick,â You spat, pushing against his chest causing his friends to âoohâ at your action. Not only did they almost ruin the hatch, but Kie and JJ were inches from getting run over because of their stupidity.
âTurtles?â A voice next to you stopped you from spitting another nasty curse at the group now that Topper and Ruthie had rejoined. You looked over to see the brunette girl looking back at you, her gaze familiar before you caught Rafe watching over her shoulder. âThere were turtles?â
The heartbreak in her voice surprised you. You figured anyone following Rafe around would have the same cruel attitude he did, but the empathy you werenât expecting.Â
âGo back to The Cut,â Ruthie interrupted whatever explanation you were considering giving.Â
You turned to glare at her, closing the distance between the two of you as you poked at her chest. âYou have five seconds before JJ gets over here and loses his shit on all of you, so, Iâd watch your words, Ruthie, before they bite you in the ass. Youâre a pathetic excuse for a human, and I hope youâre fucking ashamed of your actions.â
The group clearly hadnât expected you, of all people, to come mouth off about their actions. Silence filled the group, the girl in front of you at a loss of words that someone actually dared put her in her place.Â
âLook, we didnât mean to-â
âShut the fuck up, Topper!â You snapped at him, sick of his attempts to appear innocent despite all the damage he caused. âWhat happened to just here to surf, huh? Or is attempted murder always in the back of your mind?â
âHey watch it-â
âFucking leave, Pogue!â
âGet the hell out of here!â
âHey, hey! Enough!â It was Rafe who put himself between you and Ruthieâs incoming hands. You didnât know whether to be grateful or terrified and took a step back, feet stumbling as you did so. You stared at him, horrified as his gaze met yours and stole all the air from your lungs.Â
âBitch can barely look him in the eye,â Ruthie laughed behind Rafe, but you made no move to correct her, terrified that even a breath in the wrong way would end your life. Rafe Cameron, of all people, to be the one to stop someone from harming you was a sick joke.
âRafe?â The brunette girl next to him grabbed his arm, her eyes taking in your terrified expression. It was then that you recognized her. Sofia, the girl who youâd unfortunately come to know too well in the therapy sessions John B had forced you to attempt. The two of you had shared so much with each other but never once had you run into her since you stopped going months ago. She seemed to process who you were then too, a silent conversation running through her head as she mouthed your name.Â
At that moment, someone ran up behind you, hands landing on your hips before you were moved into another set of arms. You caught sight of JJ stepping closer to Rafe, likely starting an argument that you could only hope didnât end with a fight.Â
âYouâre okay, Iâve got ya.â John B turned you around to redirect your gaze, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he started walking back toward the Twinkie. Everything turned to a haze, the adrenaline wearing off enough that you were heading into the inevitable anxiety attack.Â
âIf you come near her, or any one of us, ever again, Iâll come back and kill every single one of you.â JJâs threat wasnât a light one, and you were certain it would come back to bite him in the ass considering the Kooks would take it and run with it.Â
Your heart was beating rapidly in your ears as John B pushed you into the passenger seat of the Twinkie, his hands grabbing both of your cheeks as you closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breath. Sarahâs grip on your hand was light as she climbed in the driverâs seat to sit on your other side.Â
âWhat the hell was that?â Kiaraâs shout echoed through the van, ringing in your ears and causing you to squeeze your eyes closed even harder. âWhat did you say to them?â
âKie, shut up!â Sarah was yelling back at her, their voices blending together as you tucked your knees to your chest and curled into a ball. The shakiness was setting in and all you could do was beg your body to calm down and catch up to your actions. Â
You forced your eyes to open, blinking as you managed to catch Sofiaâs gaze across the sand. How you didnât put the pieces together thatâs who she was, you werenât sure, but a pit grew in your stomach when you realized youâd spilled so much in those sessions that she was present for. Most, if not all of it, about Rafe.Â
Air choked in your lungs, and aggressive coughs followed before JJâs hand was against your chest to keep you upright. His fingers were gently against your jawline as he kept your head up in an attempt to help you breathe correctly.
âYouâre alright, baby. Just keep breathing, yeah?â
John B had left your vision, same with Sarah, leaving you face to face with your boyfriend. He climbed over you to sit in the seat Sarah had once occupied and pulled your legs out to rest over his. The desire to curl up and cramp your muscles happened more than often and heâd picked up on that after a few anxiety attacks, recognizing your patterns and habits.Â
JJ forced his hands in yours, keeping your fingers from stabbing your palms as you fought to take deep breaths, your body still on high alert even though your mind was coming back down.Â
âThere you go, good girl,â His encouragement made you smile slightly, knowing he was messing with you on purpose. Moving forward, you puddled into his lap without a word, and he welcomed you with open arms. Physical contact helped more in the recent moments, something you never expected considering you used to be so fearful of someoneâs touch.Â
JJ shuffled with you in his grasp, tugging the door closed to prevent unwelcome eyes from seeing you in such a vulnerable moment. John B was climbing in the driver seat shortly after, Sarah joining in the back before all doors were closed. Your breathing was slowing, muscles finding the forgiveness to loosen up on you but refused to move from JJâs lap until your head was back in one piece.
âKie?â You mumbled into his shoulder. The girl was clearly upset with you, but you didnât have the capacity to question why.
âWalking,â John B replied simply as he started the old van. âNeeds to clear her fuckinâ head.â
Sarah shushed him and you could hear her hand connect with his body gently, a grumbled protest coming from your brother in response. A comfortable silence filled the vehicle as John B drove away from the beach and started his course back home.
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Exhaustion had set in on the drive, your body heavy in JJâs hold as you listened to the occupants other than yourself share small chatter. Words werenât enough to describe how grateful you were to your friends and brother for always supporting you no matter what. You knew it was a handful, hell, it wasnât easy yourself, but the fact that they showed up time and time again said everything.
âSorry about everything,â You apologized as John B parked the van in front of the house, ending your adventure for the day. âIâm trying to fix it and it just-â
âHey,â Sarah interrupted your explanation as she popped her head over the seat. âNo apologies. Weâve talked about that. Donât apologize, ever.â
She left no room for argument and opened the back door to slide out. You looked at JJ and John B, both boys shrugged in agreement with her, making you roll your eyes.Â
âMaybe we could rethink therapy?â John B suggested as he watched you rub your face to rid yourself of tear marks. You shook your head, giving no verbal answer.
Therapy had been shit for you. When you first came back from El Dorado, the hospital had taken one look at you, post-gunshot stitches, and deemed you unsound. You went with it for a while, going to the group sessions and spilling stories without any names. Then you realized how cruel people were when they started comparing trauma and you never went back again.
JJâs grip loosened so you could climb out of the van, arm slinging over your shoulder to keep you close as he followed you. Sarah joined your side, pulling your hand in hers to swing back and forth as the four of you started heading toward the house where Pope had come out the side door.
âYo!â JJ called in greeting. âWhatâd you find?â
Silence followed the question, shifting your attention to Pope instead of the ground. The shock on his face was evident and your gaze immediately dropped to the dark red smears on his shirt and hands.Â
âOh, shit.â Sarah was turning you into her instantly, both JJ and John B getting closer to Pope with an onslaught of questions. You kept your eyes on her, squeezing her hand tightly in attempt to keep your mind from getting involved.
âWhat happened?â
âWhereâs Cleo?â
âSheâs inside.â It was the only answer Pope had to give, and it sent JJ inside scrambling for the girl in question, fearing what he would find. John B grabbed ahold of Pope, steering him back to the house without any further questions before Sarah started to guide you along with the fresh blood out of view.Â
Sarah looked at you expectantly as you made your way through the door into whatever chaos youâd subjected yourself to. The girl next to you stopped short and shifted your path into the kitchen, rerouting you from whatever sheâd caught sight of before you could. JJ was already in there, pushing a water into your hand and lifting you onto the kitchen counter without another word.
To your relief, Cleo moved in shortly after, her expression stoic and unreadable before Sarah left your side and you could barely hear Kiaraâs voice joining whatever conversation was happening a room over.
JJ placed his hands on each side of your body before kissing you softly, pulling your mind to him and only him. You hummed quietly, fingers tangling in his hair for a moment before he shifted away.
âCan you tell me?â You asked quietly, not wanted to push too far if Cleo was clearly so upset.Â
He glanced at the girl behind you before answering, âTerranceâs body is in the other room.âÂ
JJ watched you as you processed the information, a million questions running through your mind that you couldnât bring yourself to ask. Apparently, there was no time to, as JJâs eyes caught on to something out the window behind you. A quick glance over your shoulder revealed the all too familiar Kildare County Sheriffâs Office truck, and your heart sank to your ass.
âJ-â
âUpstairs,â He replied with no room for disagreement. âOur room or balcony, kay? Iâll send Sarah.â
You nodded, doing what he said without another question and bolted up the stairs with your heart pounding in your chest. Sarahâs footsteps were behind you moments later, the two of you finding sanctuary on the balcony outside your shared room with JJ.Â
The sun was beginning to set and cast an orange lighting over the two of you as you piled into the hammock. Sarah leaned her head against yours just as another figure joined your group. Cleo fell on top of the two of you with a huff, both you and Sarah wrapping her up tightly into your cuddle puddle.Â
And suddenly, all you could hear, was silence.
How the fuck did the cards fall this way every single time?
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