#kie's not afraid to say what needs to be said

[annaunfiltered]

PREACH KIE that's what we need to hear

except for maybe in 2x02... she probably coulda saved that one for later

[luvstarss]

can I have a request with jj maybank x shy! reader where you work at the beach in a bar or something like that and stares at him all the time bc you're afraid to ask him out and he gives a typical jj answer for stalking him and you're upset & avoiding him. until kie tells JJ he's wrong it's just you're in awe? Fluff ending please 🥺

You can write it like you want, just an idea! Love it anyway

Oblivious

JJxReader

Warnings:Alchohol.Talk about sex I guess?

I'm working behind the counter as I watch JJ pick out some surf gear "You're staring"my co-worker Leah chimes in "Hm what?"I say as I snap out of my train of thought. She just laughs and continues to stock shelves.

JJ had been coming into the store almost every day for the last few weeks buying random shit like surf wax or a new shark necklace. He comes up to the counter "Just them please" he says as he looks at me with a smile "You've been coming here a lot recently"I giggle with a smile "Surf season coming up good waves and shit I gotta prepare" he replies with a cheesy grin.

I round up his items "fifteen dollars fifty"I say as I open the register "fuck I've only got 10 hold em' for me ?I'll come back to pay for the rest" he replies as he looks through his pockets embarrassment painted on his face."you're good"I say with a small smile "what?"he says looking up “don't worry about it take it as my discount"I say "oh-Thankyou so much"he says  with a warm smile as I give him his stuff and he leaves the surf shop.

Timeskip

“You sure I look okay Ames?”I say in an unsure tone to my best friend Amy as I look in the mirror pulling my dress down and doing what I can to make myself feel more comfortable in the short skin tight material “bitch you look so fucking good” she says as she stares back at me through the reflecting in the mirror.

“don’t worry JJ will love it” she adds with a teasing grin. I give her an unimpressed look through the mirror “I fucking hate the fact I like him” I reply as I brush out the curls in my hair “Can’t help true love” she says with the same teasing grin still painted on her face.

Me and Amy finish up getting ready and head to the boneyard. As we walk onto the sand the sweet smell of alcohol and weed fills my senses. We go over to the keg and fill up our cups. As I look around grasping my surroundings I lock eyes with a familiar blonde boy standing with his usual group of friends wearing his signature grey cargo shorts and black tank top. I immediately look away and turn back to Amy.

“are u even listening?”she scoffs “I-yeah”I reply my tone sounding a lot more unsure than I intended “girl go over there”she grins as she follows my gaze to JJ “No way shut up”I respond with an eye roll.

Somehow throughout the night me and Amy had migrated around the bomb fire with JJ and his group of friends just laughing and talking to each other the alcohol taking slight effect slowly but surely. Me and Jj keep catching each other’s eyes but I ignore it and keep talking to other people surrounding us.

“JJ you just can never admit you’re in the wrong dumbass” Kiara giggles as she sips her drink. “No, she practically tried to fuck me on the fucking sand!”He defends “I mean I wouldn’t have said no to a hot kook�� he adds with his signature toothy grin. I feel my cheeks rush in slight jealousy. Amy gives me a look. “JJ you need to get over her” John B. chimes in “Her dad's like a rich kook who owns the whole entire neighbourhood “John b adds deflating JJ's ego.

I get up and go back over to the keg to fill up my cup. Amy jogs over to me “You okay?” she says scanning my face for a signal of how I feel “What? oh yeah, all good” I reply with a small smile “He’s being an ass don’t worry” She says referring to jj talking about that girl “Amy me and JJ have had like two conversations I have no right at all to be jealous and shit “I reply as I run my hand through my hair “so your jealous?” she clocks with a smirk “bitch shut up” I scoff with a grin as we go back over to the group.JJ shouts my name “Hm?”I respond confused as I look at the blonde .

He looks at Kiara then back at me “Your a kook if you were my girl-“He begins clearly trying to prove another point to John B or some shit before he can finish Kiara hits him in the arm “what did I do!”he responds in a defensive tone. I laugh it off as I sip my drink.

Me and Amy end up wondering off from the group I see Kiara talking to JJ.

“JJ she obviously fucking likes you!”Kiara says as she hits JJ arm “Stop fucking hitting me!and no she doesn’t!”he says defending himself“you’re so oblivious”Kiara sighs “You don’t see it because your a guy”she adds “I-cam does not like me your just being weird”he scoffs “fucking talk to her JJ”Kiara adds as she goes off to talk to John B.

Im just stood with Amy as we talk and sip on our drink when I see the blonde slightly stumble over to us “Cam can I talk to you?”JJ speaks as he look between me and Amy . Me and Amy just give each other a look “I-um sure”I reply confused . Amy nods as she walks away back over to the bombfire. “What’s up?”I say confusion still laced in my voice . “Do u like me?shit- I don’t know how do do all this shit-Kiara said you liked me”he says as I runs his hand over his face in embarrassment .

“I-well -“I begin. “I like you and I feel really bad talking about that girl in front of you earlier. Kiara told me and it was a total dick move”he says as he scans my face for a sign of hesitance “wow JJ captain of hookups actually likes a girl?”I grin teasingly.He gives me a look with a grin spread on his face “I like you too Maybank”I laugh “Soo does this mean free shit from the surf shop?”He grins as he throws an arm around me .

Hate the ending of this sooo much. I hope this fits the request enough I tried. Thankyou for the request 💞

[obaex]

sweet silence - rafe cameron

summary: rafe manages to say a lot to you without saying anything

word count: 3.3k

warnings: cursing, ward being ward

You, Sarah and Kie were sprawled out on the living room floor in Tanneyhill amidst a pile of pillows and blankets late into a Saturday night sleepover. You could hear the two of them breathing softly, asleep, as you stirred awake. Your ears perked up, but all you could hear was the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. That's when you heard a rustling and the sound of keys jangling against the back door. You got up slowly, careful not to wake them and went to investigate. You heard the back door open and close quietly and you held your breath as you tiptoed around the corner into the kitchen and ran straight into someone tall and muscular. You let out a yelp as he cursed quietly, "Fuck, what are you doing?" Your eyes adjusted in the darkness and you found yourself face to face with Sarah's older brother Rafe.

Your gaze swept over him quickly, taking in his mussed hair, skin shining with a layer of sweat courtesy of the sweltering humidity of the OBX summer. His eyes were glassy and his pupils were dilated, zeroed in on you. His mouth was downturned, angry, waiting for you to reply. That's when you noticed his split lip and the caked blood on his face. As his eyes tracked yours, he quickly wiped his lips with the back of his hand, avoiding eye contact. "I'm fine" he said, answering the question that had been lingering on your lips.

"Rafe -" you started.

"I said I'm fucking fine" he shoved past you, his shoulder colliding with yours as he made his way upstairs.

I don't need you. I don't need anyone.

The next morning you sat around the Cameron's dining room table enjoying a breakfast spread fit for royalty alongside Ward, Rose, Sarah and Kie. Conversation was flowing amiably until Rafe ambled into the room, sliding into the only open seat which was next to you. An awkward silence descended and you could feel the energy in the room shift as Ward's focus fell on his son.

"Nice of you to join us, Rafe" Ward commented.

"Must have missed the memo" Rafe retorted, avoiding eye contact with the group as he stacked his plate full. In the light of the morning, you could see his split lip was badly swollen and a deep purple bruise was forming under his left eye. It didn't escape Ward either.

"What time did you get home last night?" Ward countered.

"Late" was all Rafe offered.

"I would ask what happened to your face, but I don't want to start my day with more of your bullshit Rafe. You'll be washing the Druthers, skimming the pool and anything else I damn well ask of you today, is that understood?"

Your insides twisted at Ward's sharp tone. You felt your cheeks flush from secondhand embarrassment and the shame of being in the middle of such a personal confrontation.

Rafe's response was a scathing glare at his father before returning to focus on his breakfast.

Without warning, Ward slammed his fist down on the table, causing all of you to jump involuntarily as he raised his voice, "Dammit, Rafe! You will look at me when I'm speaking to you and you will acknowledge me when I ask you a question! I said, do you understand me?"

Rafe met his father's gaze, straightening in his chair. "Loud and clear" he said, his voice betraying his confident posture as it wavered.

You never imagined the day you would see Rafe Cameron, King Kook, anything less than confident, snarky and brazen, but now he looked utterly afraid, small, almost childlike.

Ward continued unrelenting, "You are a constant disappointment to me and this family, you understand that, right? I want you to be a man, to take over the company, but you refuse to grow up, refuse to be an adult and take responsibility for your actions -" His berating continued as you closed your eyes, subtly trying to drown him out and will yourself out of this situation. Next to you, you could feel Rafe's leg jiggling up and down nervously under the table as he fidgeted with his hands in his lap. As Ward's words continued to pound down, you reacted without thinking, your hand shooting under the table, onto Rafe's lap, grabbing his hand, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing.

When you realized what you had done you began to pull your hand back, embarrassed, when Rafe started squeezing back, hard. He was clinging to your hand like a lifeline, squeezing as each of Ward's words continued to fall over him.

Don't pity me...But don't let go.

"Heelloooo, anybody home?!" You refocused your attention as JJ waved his hands in front of your face, bringing you back to reality, surrounded by your friends as the steady beat of music pulsed around you at the boneyard the following weekend. "I asked if you wanted another beer?" JJ repeated.

"It's fine, I'll get it" you replied, hopping up from your seat at the bonfire and walking over to the keg.

As you approached, you saw that there were already a few people around the keg, Topper, Kelce... and Rafe. They were pouring themselves drinks, talking animatedly about something when Rafe looked up and caught your eye. While the others ignored you, Rafe's eyes scanned you unabashedly, a lopsided grin on his face. You felt your skin prickle under his gaze. Without saying anything, he refocused his attention on pouring beer into the solo cup in his hand and when it was full, he held it out to you, meeting your gaze. Never breaking eye contact, his telltale grin lingering on his lips, his fingers ghosted over yours gently as you took the cup from him.

Hi his fingers said smoothly as they skimmed yours

Hi said yours in return

You returned to your friends, mind racing. Had you just had a moment with Rafe Cameron? Something inside of you sparked at the idea, the excitement, the intrigue. Rafe was nothing if not a loose cannon. A rogue firecracker: beautiful and exciting to look at, but inherently dangerous with the capacity to leave a scorched path in its wake.

You took several deep sips of your beer. You didn't want to think about Rafe Cameron. You didn't want to get your hopes up only to be deeply disappointed and heartbroken. He was King Kook, you were a Pogue Princess, that's where this story starts and ends. But at the same time, you wanted to slip further into your buzz and let yourself pretend, even if just for tonight, that there was something there you could hold on to.

Your buzz, sponsor of all great ideas, was what drove you to hop on the tall driftwood with Sarah and Kie, using it as a dance platform as the party raged around you. The three of you danced on it like you were on top of the bar at The Wreck. You hopped from driftwood to driftwood, the liquor in your cup and your flimsy flip flops making the dives precarious and wobbly as you closed your eyes, lifted your hands and let your hips sway side to side. All too soon, you heard the telltale siren of approaching police cars. Not looking to be busted, you frantically scrambled down, teetering slightly as your feet hit the soft sand before firm hands steadied you from behind, gently grasping your arms.

I've got you... I don't want you to get hurt.

You turned to see Rafe smiling down at you. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off as Topper grabbed him and ran down the beach.

Midsummers arrived and Sarah was adamant that you go with her. She fussed with your hair and makeup all afternoon, and frankly the end result was astonishing. Your hair was swept into a soft updo and your sunkissed skin glittered against your dress, the perfect shape and color.

When you arrived, you could feel the heat of the glares and the whispers that followed you. You weren't sure if it was the fact that the Pogue Princess has graced Figure Eight with her presence or the way your dress hugged you in all the right places, but you let yourself think the latter and didn't spend too much time worrying about it. Before long Topper whisked Sarah away to dance and one of his Kook friends asked you as well. He was nice enough in an overbearingly preppy way, replete with a pink bowtie and seersucker suit; it took everything in you not to laugh out loud as you awkwardly shuffled back and forth like you were at a middle school dance. Halfway through the song, you felt a presence behind you as a hand gently grazed your lower back. "Chad, is it? Chaz? Chase? Why don't you go get yourself a drink buddy?" Rafe stated, really more of a command than a suggestion. Charlie quickly dropped your hands, nodding at Rafe before making himself scarce.

Wordlessly, Rafe took his place, swiftly closing the distance between the two of you as his right hand spread across your lower back and his left hand enveloped your hand in his.

His eyes twinkled as they looked at you, taking you in at this close distance. You were inches away from him. Close enough to feel his body heat, to smell him: fresh linen and sandalwood, and to see the freckles that dotted his nose.

You settled into an effortless rhythm as he guided you along to the music. Your silence was comfortable as you adjusted to the proximity of each other, your heart hammering so hard in your chest, you swore he could hear it. He grazed his cheek softly against yours, his hand spreading further across your back as he pulled you closer. Hoping to say with his body, what he couldn't find the words to say out loud.

I needed to know what it felt like to hold you in my arms, to feel your body against mine, to take in your perfume that reminds me of a warm day on the beach. I've been thinking about you. Incessantly. I don't want to hide it anymore. And I don't want to see you dancing with anyone else.

Your mind whirled and your breath hitched as he traced small circles on your back, pressing himself against you, his cheek resting against yours. A thousand questions traveled around your head. Is there something here? Do I make him nervous the way he makes me nervous? Why is he doing this? What am I to him?

Eventually, you squeezed your eyes shut, relaxing into his touch, willing yourself to enjoy the moment while it lasted.

"Mmkay, so are we going to talk about you and my brother last night or are we all going to pretend like that didn't happen?"

Your cheeks flushed a deep scarlet and you prayed the glare of the sun would hide your embarrassment from Sarah as you began to fill her and Kie in on everything that had transpired. There was no use in hiding it now, and you had meant to talk to them about it, but didn't think there was anything to talk about until now.

"So y'all haven't said more than five words to each other?" Kie asked. "I support you doing whatever you've got to do dude, even if I for sure don't understand it. Just please be careful."

"Funny, Rafe usually never shuts up" said Sarah, "especially when it comes to girls." She made a puking face. "But he hasn't said anything about you, or anyone else actually, for a while."

You focused back on your lunch as the topic of conversation changed. You were on the patio at The Wreck, nursing your hangovers with the rest of Figure Eight and tourons alike. "I'll be right back" you muttered as you popped up to go to the bathroom. You shimmied your way inside amongst the wall of bodies that packed the island's favorite bar and restaurant, the smell of sweat and stale beer heavy and the touron crowd rowdy in the throes of day drinking.

You had just made it past the bar when someone roped their fingers into the belt loop of your denim cutoffs, spinning you around to face them, "Hey sweet thing, come take a shot with us," twanged a touron, continuing to yank you towards his group of college buddies who were egging him on with shouts and jeers.

"Maybe next time!" you replied. He was cute, but you knew better than to mess with the touron crowd and the sheer thought of a shot increased the pounding headache of your hangover. As you turned to walk away, you felt him yank you again, harder this time, nearly knocking you off balance.

"'Fraid we can't take no for an answer! This is our last day in the OBX! You can't say no to us!" he implored. You squirmed, annoyed, trying to release his hold on your shorts as he pulled you closer before you heard someone start shouting over your shoulder.

"Hey, fuckface, she was trying to be nice, but let me spell it out for you. She doesn't want your $2 Fireball shot, and she doesn't want to be anywhere near you, so take your goddamn hands off of her before I slam your face into the bar."

At that, you felt a warm body behind you as Rafe's arm slid over your shoulders, wrapping around you and pulling you gently into him and away from the group. His words were steady, but you were surprised to feel his body quivering with anger. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, you placed your hands over his arm, hugging him to you.

I don't want to see another man's hands on you. You're safe.

Rafe led you away from the bar into a quiet corner of the restaurant, as he turned to face you, you both began speaking at the same time.

"Rafe -" you started

"Can I see you tonight?" he asked. His expression was serious. He was laser focused on you. You could see that he was clenching and unclenching his fists, clearly riled up from the confrontation at the bar. His question caught you totally off guard. Was this a date? Was he angry with you?

"Y-Yes!" you said.

"Be ready at seven" he said, brushing your shoulder gently as he walked out the front door.

I need to leave before I rip someone's head off. I don't want you to see what you do to me. There's a lot I need to say to you, but I'm not going to do it here.

With no indication of what Rafe had planned, you dressed, undressed and redressed several times before landing on an outfit that was cute but casual: your favorite denim cutoffs that hugged your curves just right and a white crop top. Just before 7:00 you heard tires crunching in the gravel of your driveway. You steeled yourself, touching up your hair and makeup before making your way out to his truck. He hopped out of the driver's seat at the first sign of you with a relaxed and goofy grin on his face. You couldn't remember a time you had seen him look so at ease, even happy?

He walked to your side of the car to open your door for you and offered you a hand to help you into your seat.

You settled into a comfortable silence as Rafe navigated the truck, his left hand resting on the steering wheel, his right drumming a repetitive beat on the center console in time with the song playing quietly on the radio. You tried to say something, anything but couldn't bring the words to the surface, questions bouncing around your head as your heart beat soundly in your chest. Your shared silence over the last month had gone on so long it felt like a third passenger in the truck that didn't want to be interrupted.

You refocused on the road, tracking the familiar path as Rafe drove to the beach, out to the tip of the island furthest away from the noise and crowds of the tourons who were dragging toys, tents, umbrellas and chairs back to their hotels for the evening. As the crowds faded, you were left with the quiet, calm breeze blowing through the palm trees and the gentle crash of the ocean waves that lapped the shore as the sun sank lower in the sky, putting a pink-peach filter on the day.

Rafe parked and quickly hopped out of the truck, jogging to your side of the car to open your car door and help you down. You placed your hand in his and as you settled by his side, he didn't let go, weaving your fingers more closely together as he led you onto the beach.

As you both kicked off your shoes and your toes sunk into the warm, soft sand, you gave his hand an involuntary squeeze as your heart fluttered. This was your favorite time of day in your favorite place in the world, how had he known that? He looked down at you, smiling his lopsided smile at the feeling of your hand in his as you began to walk along the ocean.

You continued in silence, the rush of the ocean and the occasional call of the seagulls and pelicans gliding overhead the only sound between you until Rafe stopped to face you, taking both of your hands in his.

He opened his mouth to say something. Stopped. Tried again. His brow furrowed and he broke eye contact with you, his eyes finding his feet in the sand, shuffling them. You could see a tic in his jaw as he worked it back and forth in frustration. You wanted to say something but you also didn't want to ruin this moment, this chance to finally hear what it is he had to say after a month of trying to interpret stolen glances, brushed fingers and a dizzying pattern of body language that made you feel like you had swallowed a mason jar of butterflies.

Finally, he looked back at you, meeting you with such direct eye contact that you felt your breath hitch. His eyes were searching yours, looking for something. Trust? Understanding? Acknowledgement? Without thinking, you gave his hands a gentle squeeze.

It's okay, I feel it too.

And that seemed to be the reassurance that he needed, dropping your hands to cup your face with his, closing the distance between you. Before your brain could calculate what was happening, his lips were a breath away from yours, ghosting them gently with the slightest touch, teasing you, testing you, a wide smile on his face, reveling in the moment, knowing that he had you mind, body and soul before relenting and pressing his lips to yours gently, softly. The intense physical connection after so many subtle moments was like surfing a storm surge, waves crashing over you. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling him flush to you as he deepened the kiss, his left hand moving from your cheek to tangle and fist gently in your hair while the other snaked around your waist. Your body, your everything melted against him. He tasted like limes and ginger as his lips enveloped yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth as you let out an involuntary sound from deep within you. Your head and heart tossed like you were caught in a rip current, happy to let the force of the wave pull you down into oblivion, each crash of his lips saying be mine, be mine, be mine.

[eu-nicola]

secret island part 3

and final

summary: while searching for the treasure, JJ and you are separated from the group and must survive together on an isolated island. In the midst of danger, both give in to the attraction, but when returning to the others, JJ is already involved Kie and you and him have to face guilt

warnings: nothing

word counter: 7829

author's note: english is not my first language

tag: @immyowndefender

You woke up first, your mind still caught in the moments you had shared. You felt the weight of your decisions in every breath, but for a moment, you looked at JJ beside you and thought it was all worth it. 

He opened his eyes slowly, his sleepy gaze meeting yours. There were no words, just a brief eye contact that seemed to carry everything you both felt but couldn’t say. 

“Time to get back to the others,” you said quietly, breaking the silence. 

JJ ascended, his expression darkening slightly. You both had to act normal, hide what had happened and keep up appearances. But the memory of the night before remained fresh, threatening to crumble any facade you tried to build. 

You arrived first at the place where everyone had gathered. The atmosphere was relaxed, with John B and Sarah arguing about something of theirs, while Kiara and Pope sat together, chatting quietly. You tried to act like nothing had happened, but you felt every gaze like a magnifying glass focused on you.

“Where’s JJ?” Kiara asked, her eyes watching you curiously.

“He texted me, he said he was on his way,” you answered quickly, avoiding her direct gaze. Your voice sounded too casual, and you were afraid she would notice.

Minutes later, JJ arrived. His carefree walk didn’t give anything away, but you knew each of his gestures, each look, and you noticed how his eyes avoided looking at yours. He sat next to Kiara, who gave him a smile. Your stomach turned as you watched him respond with a comment that made her laugh.

You tried to focus on the group’s conversation, but your thoughts came and went, caught between the awkwardness of the situation and the image of JJ and Kiara together. They seemed too comfortable, too close, and even though you knew it was all part of keeping up appearances, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

As the afternoon progressed, the tension in the air became more evident. Pope, always observant, noticed that something wasn’t right.

“Everything okay with you?” he asked you quietly as the others discussed the next step in the treasure hunt.

You nodded quickly, trying to appear calm. “Yeah, sure. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know…” Pope said, looking at you suspiciously. “You seem a little distracted, and so does JJ. Are you sure nothing happened yesterday?”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you managed to keep a fake smile. “Nothing worth mentioning,” you lied.

However, Pope didn’t seem convinced. And he wasn’t the only one to notice the tension. Kiara was watching you closely, too. Every time JJ made a comment or laughed with her, you noticed his eyes drifting to you, as if he was waiting for some reaction.

The worst part came when Kiara and JJ stayed together, sitting on the sand, while you and Pope stayed near a hut. From your position, you could see them talking, their faces lit up by a closeness that you found unbearable.

Every laugh from Kiara was like a jab in your chest, and every carefree gesture from JJ made you feel like the ground beneath your feet was about to collapse. You tried to distract yourself by talking to Pope, but even he noticed your discomfort.

“Hey, if you need to talk about anything, I’m here,” Pope said, his tone softer than usual.

You thanked him with a nod, but your thoughts were elsewhere. Meanwhile, JJ seemed to be dealing with his own internal storm. Even though he tried to maintain his usual relaxed demeanor, there were moments when his eyes would stray to you, filled with a mix of longing and guilt.

As Pope stood up to search for something inside the cabin, JJ took advantage of the moment. He stood up and walked over to you, making sure no one else could hear him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and laden with concern.

“What do you think?” I replied, your words harsher than you had planned.

JJ sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not easy for me either, you know? But we have to keep this under control.”

“Under control?” you repeated, unable to hide the bitterness in your voice. Your gaze shifted to Kiara, who was still sitting where JJ had left her. “You seem to be handling it pretty well.”

JJ didn’t say anything, but the tension between the two of you was palpable. You knew neither of you could keep this up much longer, but there was no easy solution either.

As the group gathered back together, Pope and Kiara’s suspicious glances were impossible to ignore. You felt like you were walking on thin ice, waiting for the moment when everything would break. 

Yet you couldn't help but stare at him. Even in the middle of the group, even with the awkwardness weighing on both of you, JJ was still the only one who could make you feel alive. 

Slowly the atmosphere within the group became more and more tense, although no one dared to mention it directly. The dynamic had changed, and you knew it. JJ continued to act as if nothing had happened, laughing and joking as always, but every time his eyes met yours, there was a spark of something deeper, something neither of you could ignore. 

For your part, you had begun to isolate yourself. You avoided getting too involved in the group's conversations and preferred to stay in the background. You knew this would only raise suspicions, but you couldn't help it. Every time you saw JJ and Kiara together, every shared laugh, every casual touch, you felt a knot tightening in your chest. 

It was Kiara who first noticed your distant behavior. She had spent too much time with you not to notice that something was wrong.

One afternoon, while the others were busy discussing a new plan, Kiara approached you. You were sitting on a rock near the beach, pretending to watch the sea, although in reality your mind was miles away.

“Can we talk?” Kiara asked, her tone calm but with an undertone of seriousness.

You tensed, but nodded, knowing that you had no way to avoid this conversation. Kiara sat beside you, her dark eyes fixed on you.

“I’ve noticed you… different lately,” she began, her voice soft but inquisitive. “Is something wrong?”

“Different?” You tried to sound nonchalant, but your voice betrayed a slight tremor. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kiara frowned, clearly not convinced. “Come on, you know me. I’m not stupid.” You’ve been distant, more quiet, and you can’t tell me there’s nothing behind it.

Your breathing quickened slightly, but you tried to keep your composure. “I’m just tired, that’s all. All this treasure stuff, the threats… it’s a lot.”

Kiara watched you silently for a moment, as if trying to read past your words. Finally, she sighed.

“If there’s anything else, you can tell me. You know we’re friends, right?”

Guilt twisted in your stomach. The word “friend” echoed in your mind like a reminder of what you were betraying. But you couldn’t tell her the truth, not now.

“I know, Kie,” you said, forcing a smile. “Thanks for caring, but really, I’m fine.”

Kiara seemed to hesitate, but eventually nodded. “Okay, but if you change your mind, I’m here.”

Even though the conversation ended there, you felt that Kiara was still suspicious. Over the next few days, you noticed her watching you more closely, as if searching for some sign of what was really going on. You tried to act normal, but every interaction with JJ made you feel like you were walking a tightrope.

One afternoon, while the group was gathered near the cabin, Kiara made a comment that nearly made you lose your cool.

“Do you realize that you and JJ have been weird lately?” she said in a seemingly casual tone, but her eyes were scanning you.

The comment made everyone else fall silent, and you felt John B and Pope’s gazes fall on you. JJ, who was sitting next to Kiara, tensed slightly, though he hid it with a nervous laugh. 

“We?” he replied, shrugging. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kie.”

Kiara raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with his answer. “Maybe. But something tells me I’m not that wrong.”

You forced yourself to laugh, though you felt like the ground was crumbling beneath your feet. “JJ and I have spent a lot of time together because of circumstances, nothing more.”

Kiara didn’t respond right away, but her gaze made you feel like the conversation was far from over. As the others resumed their discussion of their next move, you knew Kiara’s distrust was a new obstacle in an already complicated situation. 

A few days later the tension that had been building finally reached its breaking point one night when Kiara saw something she shouldn’t.

You were all gathered on the beach. The campfire crackled under the moonlight, and the group shared laughter. JJ had sat close to you, closer than he should have. Although you had both tried to keep up appearances, that magnetic connection you shared was impossible to ignore.

At one point, while the others were distracted by a story Pope was telling, your hand brushed against JJ’s, a subtle gesture but full of meaning. It was only a second, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. When you looked up, JJ’s eyes were locked on yours, filled with an intensity that needed no words.

That was when it happened.

You didn’t realize Kiara was watching. From across the campfire, her eyes had caught that brush, and her expression changed instantly. Her smile faded, replaced by a mix of confusion and suspicion. She remained silent, but her gaze didn’t leave the two of you for the rest of the night.

Later, when everyone began to disperse, Kiara wasted no time. She found an excuse to stay close to you as the others walked away, including JJ, who was walking towards the cabin. When silence finally fell between you, she stepped forward.

“Can I talk to you?” Her voice was firm, almost sharp.

Your heart began to pound. You tried to stay calm as you nodded. “Sure, what’s wrong?”

Kiara led you a little further away from the campfire, making sure you were alone. When she finally stopped, she crossed her arms, her eyes boring into yours.

“What’s going on between you and JJ?” She asked directly, bluntly.

You felt the air leave your lungs. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kiara raised an eyebrow, clearly irritated. “Don’t lie to me. I saw how he looked at you. I saw how your hands brushed. How long has this been going on? How long have you been keeping this from me?”

You gulped, knowing you had no way out. “Kie, it’s not what you think…”

“Then explain to me!” she interrupted you, her voice rising. “Because what I see is that my best friend and the guy I’m starting something with have something going on.”

You felt tears swirling in your eyes. “It was a mistake… It all started on the island. We didn’t plan for it to happen, it just happened.”

Kiara took a step back, as if your words had physically hit her. “On the island? Since then?” she laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “And you thought it was a good idea to keep seeing him behind my back? To keep betraying me like that?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you, Kie,” you said, your voice cracking. “We tried to stop, but it’s… complicated.”

Kiara looked at you in disbelief, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Complicated? That’s the best you’ve got?” She paused, taking a deep breath. “Have you ever thought about how it would make me feel? How it would destroy me to know that the person I trust the most is stabbing me in the back?”

“I’m sorry…” you whispered, but you knew words were useless.

“No. You’re not sorry enough,” Kiara replied, her voice now an icy whisper. “Our friendship… I thought it meant more to you.”

You tried to move closer, but Kiara held up a hand, stopping you. “I don’t want to hear you. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to know anything more about you.”

Kiara turned around and walked away, leaving you alone under the starry sky. Tears finally fell, sliding down your cheeks as the weight of guilt crushed you. You knew you had lost something irreplaceable, and the pain was unbearable. 

When you returned to the group later, the dynamic had completely changed. Kiara avoided any eye contact with you, her coldness palpable. JJ noticed something was off, but couldn't ask in front of the others. 

The days following the confrontation with Kiara were hell. The atmosphere in the group, already tense, became unbearable. Kiara kept her distance, and although you tried not to attract more attention, her attitude did not go unnoticed by the others. Suspicions began to arise, and it didn't take long for them to reach their boiling point. 

One such day, while everyone was gathered near the cabin discussing the next move in their treasure hunt, Kiara finally couldn't hold back any longer. You were sitting quietly, trying to seem interested in the conversation, when she blurted out a comment that changed everything.

“Why don’t you ask her?” Kiara said, her tone sharp and looking straight at you.

John B frowned, clearly confused. “What are you talking about?”

Kiara crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on you like a silent accusation. “That maybe you should ask her what she’s been doing behind everyone’s back. Or better yet, who she’s been seeing.”

The group fell silent, all eyes now on you. You felt your heart race, your hands beginning to shake.

“Kie, stop,” JJ interjected, his voice firm but with a tinge of concern.

Kiara laughed humorlessly. “Stop? Why should I? Since we’re here, why not tell them everything, JJ? Or would you rather I do it?”

“Tell what?” Sarah interjected, clearly alarmed now.

Pope, sitting next to her, frowned. “What’s going on here?”

Kiara turned to the group, her eyes flashing with fury and pain. “What’s going on is that my ‘best friend’ and JJ have been together ever since we got back from that damn island.”

The silence was deafening. Kiara’s words hung in the air, and you could feel the weight of disbelief and shock in the others’ gazes.

“Is it true?” John B asked finally, his voice low but heavy with disbelief.

You couldn’t speak; your lips moved, but no sound came out. It was JJ who finally broke the silence.

“Yes, it’s true,” he admitted, his tone gravelly.

Sarah was the first to react. “What? Since when? How could they keep this from us?”

Pope simply shook his head, visibly upset. “Did you know what this would do to the group? To Kiara?”

Kiara, still furious, stepped forward. “You didn’t just betray me, but all of you. You pretended everything was fine while playing hide and seek.”

“It wasn’t that simple…” you tried to explain, but Kiara interrupted you.

“No? Then please enlighten me. How is it not simple to betray the person who trusted you?”

“Kie…” JJ tried to intervene, but she raised a hand to stop him.

“No. I don’t want to listen to you.” Her eyes filled with tears, but her voice remained firm. “You can’t fix this with nice words, JJ.”

John B tried to calm things down. “Guys, this isn’t going to help us. We have more important things to worry about.”

Sarah nodded, looking at Kiara. “Maybe we should take a breath, talk about this later.”

But Kiara wasn’t about to budge. “Talk later? There’s nothing to discuss. Trust is broken.”

Pope sighed, rubbing his temples. “We’re all in this together. If we don’t figure this out, we’re not going to get anywhere.”

Kiara glared at him harshly. “And how am I supposed to do that, Pope? I can’t just pretend like nothing happened.”

The group eventually dispersed, unable to find an immediate solution. The tension was palpable, like a dark cloud was hanging over everyone.

That night, as you sat alone on the beach, Sarah came over and sat next to you.

“This is a mess,” she said, breaking the silence.

You nodded, feeling exhausted. “I know. I never wanted things to come to this.”

Sarah sighed, looking out at the horizon. “The thing is, Kie is right to be upset. But I also know that feelings aren’t easy to control.”

Ever since the truth came out, the group dynamic fractured in a way that seemed impossible to repair. Although everyone still met and worked together on the treasure hunt, there was a palpable distance between you. Kiara barely spoke to you, and when she did, it was with a cold tone that made you feel even guiltier. JJ, for his part, tried to keep his distance from you, but you both knew it was a futile fight. 

The next morning, as you gathered supplies with Sarah, you felt the need to vent. 

“I can’t take it anymore, Sarah,” you said, your voice shaking as you stuffed a food package into your backpack. “Every time Kiara looks at me, I feel like she’s stabbing me with her gaze.”

Sarah sighed, stopping what she was doing to sit next to you. “Kie is hurting, and she has a right to be. But this can’t go on like this forever. They need time… even though right now it doesn’t seem like it’s helping.”

You nodded, but the lump in your throat didn’t go away. Sarah squeezed your shoulder.

“Besides, John B and I are here for you, always.” She paused before adding, “Though I’m not going to lie, this has put us in a tough position.”

“I know, Sarah.” You brought your hands to your face, feeling tears building up. “I never meant to drag them into this.”

Sarah looked at you with a mix of empathy and sadness. “I know you didn’t mean to. But now you have to deal with the consequences.”

Later that day, as you worked together to repair a boat, JJ came over to help you. His presence, as always, made you nervous. It had been days since you had a real conversation, and the distance only seemed to intensify the connection between you.

“Do you need help with that?” JJ asked, pointing at a rope you were trying to tighten.

You nodded without looking directly at him. “Yes, thanks.”

JJ leaned over to help you, and for a few seconds, his hands brushed yours as they worked on the knot. You felt a shiver run through your body. When you finally looked up at him, his eyes were locked on yours, filled with that intensity you knew so well.

“This is being harder than I thought,” JJ murmured, barely audible.

Your heart raced. “I know.”

There was a moment of silence before JJ pulled away slightly, as if he was fighting with himself. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this. Being close to you and acting like I don’t feel anything…”

Your voice cracked. “JJ, we can’t. Not after everything that happened.”

He nodded slowly, but his expression made it clear he wasn’t convinced. “I’m trying, but I can’t get you out of my head.”

Before you could answer, you both heard footsteps approaching. It was Pope, coming to get something. The conversation ended abruptly, but the tension remained in the air.

Pope and Kiara began to notice the fleeting glances, the moments of awkwardness whenever you and JJ were around. Although neither of you said anything outright, your expressions said it all.

Later that night, John B found you alone on the beach. He sat beside you without saying anything at first, just letting the sound of the waves fill the silence.

“This isn’t working out, is it?” he said finally, breaking the calm.

You shook your head, tears starting to well up again. “I don’t know what to do, John B. Everything is so wrong.”

Your brother sighed, putting an arm around your shoulders. “Look, I can’t say I fully understand how you feel. But you’re my sister, and JJ is like a brother to me. This sucks for everyone, but I promise you don’t have to face it alone.”

You nodded, grateful for his support. But the weight of the situation was still crushing you, and you knew that no matter how much support you had, some wounds would take time to heal.

In the midst of the chaos, you and JJ had found moments to be together again. They were furtive encounters, oscillating between need and guilt, between passion and pain.

One night, after everyone had retired early, you met JJ at the place where you used to meet before everything got complicated. The beach was silent, lit only by the moon and the stars. JJ was already there, staring into the horizon. Hearing your footsteps, he turned around and his expression softened, although his eyes reflected the same tiredness you felt.

“I knew you would come,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

You sat next to him, letting the sound of the waves fill the silence between you. After a while, JJ spoke again, his tone betraying his vulnerability.

“This... this is all tearing me apart.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I can’t stop thinking about you, but every time we’re together, I feel like we’re making things worse for everyone.”

His words resonated with you. “I know. I’m sorry too. But, JJ…” You looked into his eyes, tears beginning to build up. “I don’t know how to get away from you. I can’t.”

JJ took a deep breath, as if trying to work up the courage to say something else. Finally, he leaned into you, his forehead brushing yours.

“I can’t either,” he whispered. “I’ve tried, but I can’t get you out of my mind.”

You stayed silent, allowing the tears to fall as JJ gently caressed your face. You felt like every word they said only added more weight to the burden you already carried, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“How did we end up here?” you asked in a whisper. “I want everything to go back to the way it was, but I can’t imagine my life without this… without you.”

JJ clenched his jaw, his eyes filled with a mix of love and desperation. “I don’t want to lose this either, but every time I see Kie… every time I see her hurt, I feel like I’m the worst fucker in the world.”

You nodded, understanding perfectly. “And every time she looks at me, I feel like the worst friend anyone could ever have.”

There was a long silence, broken only by the sound of the sea. But amidst that calm, the intensity between you only grew. JJ finally leaned in, his lips brushing yours with a softness that contradicted the storm of emotions you both felt. It wasn’t a desperate kiss like the ones before, but one filled with sadness, as if you both understood that you were swimming against the current.

The kiss deepened, and soon you found yourself clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping you afloat. JJ picked you up, and the two of you headed to a small abandoned cabin near the beach, a refuge you had found together weeks before.

There, in the dim light, passion boiled over again. His hands ran over your body with a mix of urgency and gentleness, as if he were memorizing every part of you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, drawing him closer as his lips explored your neck.

Every touch, every whisper, was laden with conflicting emotions: love, desire, guilt, and a silent desperation for the limited time they knew they had.

After a while, when you were both lying on the old mattress in the cabin, JJ pulled you to him, holding you tightly.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “I need you, but I feel like I’m destroying everything else.”

You snuggled closer, letting the tears flow freely. “I feel trapped. But every time we’re apart, it’s worse.”

The next morning you woke up to the first rays of sunlight filtering through the cracks in the cabin. JJ was still by your side, his arm around your waist. For a moment, you allowed yourself to enjoy the quiet, pretending there wasn't a world outside waiting to explode at what you had done.

However, you knew you couldn't stay there forever. With a sigh, you stood up, and JJ soon followed. You both knew the cycle was about to repeat itself: you would return to the group, pretend nothing had happened, and continue the charade.

A few days later, when you had both suffered another breakdown, JJ had asked you to meet him once more, and although you knew it was a mistake, you couldn't refuse.

When you arrived, you found him sitting on a rock, hands clasped together and staring off into the horizon. Hearing you approach, he stood up and walked towards you, his eyes reflecting the same sadness you felt.

“I don’t know how to start this,” JJ said, sighing heavily. “But… I think it’s time we call it quits, really.”

The words hit hard, though they weren’t unexpected. You nodded, swallowing the lump forming in your throat.

“I know,” you replied, your voice cracking. “We can’t keep doing this.”

JJ moved closer, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I don’t want to lose you, but I think we’ve already lost too much. If we keep going like this, there won’t be anything left to save.”

Tears began to fall from your eyes as you nodded. “You’re right. It’s for the best.”

For a moment, the silence between you was deafening. JJ looked at you as if he were recording every detail of your face in his memory. Then, with a gentleness that broke your heart, he leaned in to give you one last kiss. It was a kiss filled with goodbye, unspoken love, and a pain neither of you could put into words.

The next day, you both started acting like nothing had happened, again. JJ made an effort to get closer to Kiara, trying to repair what he had broken. Although she was still hurt and distrustful, she seemed willing to give him a second chance. JJ treated her with a sweetness that you had previously only seen in your most private moments with him, and every smile he gave her was like a stab. 

For your part, you decided to distance yourself more from the group. You spent more time alone or with Sarah, who tried to understand you without judging. Even John B noticed your change, but he didn't want to push you, thinking that maybe you just needed time. 

However, every time you saw JJ and Kiara together, a part of you twisted. It wasn't just jealousy; it was the loss of what you had shared with him, of the connection you had built on the island and beyond. 

One night, while everyone was gathered at John B's house, you tried to keep yourself busy by helping Sarah with the food. Kiara and JJ walked in together, laughing at something only they understood. The sound of their laughter, once so familiar, was now alien and painful to you.

Pope, who had noticed your distancing, walked over and tried to start a conversation, but you were too lost in your thoughts to respond enthusiastically. JJ, from across the room, watched the interaction with a frown, but quickly turned his attention back to Kiara.

Later that night, as the others talked animatedly, Sarah approached you. “Everything okay?” she asked, her tone laden with a mix of concern and something else you couldn’t quite place.

You forced a smile. “Yeah, everything okay. I’m just tired.”

She stared at you for a moment longer, as if trying to figure something out, but eventually nodded and went back to John B.

In the days that followed, the distance between you and JJ grew more apparent. Every time your gazes met, you both quickly looked away, afraid of what might be revealed if someone else saw. But even though you tried to move on, the wound remained raw.

JJ, for his part, was doing his best to rebuild his relationship with Kiara. He took her on walks, told her stories, and made sure to make her laugh. In his quieter moments, though, his mind wandered back to you.

Distance was the only thing that could offer some peace. And the attempt to rebuild the group dynamic was far from perfect. JJ and Kiara’s trust was fractured despite JJ’s attempts. And while that was happening, Pope had begun to grow closer to you. 

The first time Pope showed a deeper interest was one quiet afternoon. You were sitting on the porch of your house, staring at the horizon, lost in thought. Pope came out with two bottles of water and sat next to you. 

“Can I join you?” he asked with a shy smile. 

“Sure,” you replied, though you were a little surprised. 

The silence between you wasn’t awkward, but Pope broke it eventually. “I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you, but if you need someone to talk to, I’m here.” 

You looked up at him, grateful for his kindness. “Thanks, Pope.” 

Over time, Pope became a sort of refuge for you. You shared small moments with him: walks, talks, and occasional laughs. You were comforted by his presence, but you also knew that his intentions went beyond simple friendship.

One night, after a particularly awkward group meeting, Pope walked you home. They walked in silence, but before they reached the door, Pope stopped.

“Would you like to stay outside a little longer?” he asked.

You nodded, feeling too restless to sleep. They sat down on the sand, under a starry sky. Pope began to talk about his dreams, how he wanted to study, travel, and do something meaningful with his life. Then, he looked at you with an intensity that took you by surprise.

“You could do anything you set your mind to, too,” he said softly.

“Do you believe?” you asked with a weak smile.

“Yes, I do. You are strong, and I know you’ve been going through something difficult, but you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here for you… always.”

The tension in the air became palpable as Pope took your hand. His touch was warm, comforting, but also a reminder of something you couldn’t give back.

“Pope…” you murmured, gently removing your hand from his.

He looked down, understanding what you were going to say before you even said it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s not that,” you said quickly. “I appreciate you a lot, really. But… I can’t.”

Pope nodded, his face showing a mix of sadness and acceptance. “It’s okay. I don’t want to push you.”

From that moment on, things with Pope began to change. Although he was still nice to you, there was a subtle distance that wasn’t there before. And to make things more complicated, JJ noticed everything.

During one of the group meetings, JJ and Kiara were sitting together, seemingly enjoying each other’s company. You tried to ignore them, but every laugh shared between them was like a reminder of what you had lost. Pope, noticing your discomfort, leaned into you.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, trying hard to keep your composure.

JJ, from across the room, watched the interaction with a clenched jaw. Though he was trying to focus on Kiara, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight of Pope so close to you.

Later, as the group dispersed, JJ intercepted you in the kitchen.

“What about Pope?” he asked, his tone harsher than he intended.

You looked at him, surprised by his question. “What does that matter? You have Kiara, remember?”

“It’s not the same, and you know it,” JJ replied, stepping closer. “I’m just saying don’t use it to—”

“For what, JJ?” you interrupted, your eyes filled with frustration. “To make myself feel better, to distract myself from what you and I can never be.”

The conversation hung in the air, both of you too hurt to continue. JJ stepped back, running a hand through his hair before leaving the room without another word.

The group, once inseparable, was now full of cracks. Sarah and John B tried to mediate, but even they were starting to feel the pressure. Kiara, though not yet completely reconciled with JJ, was closer to him than ever, and that only added to the tension.

The distance between you and Pope was evident to everyone, but no one dared to mention it.

That night the tension was almost tangible, with glances avoided and conversations cut short. Kiara was sitting next to JJ, though there was a noticeable distance between them. Pope was next to you, but even his attempts to break the ice failed to lighten the mood. Sarah and John B exchanged worried glances, aware that something was off.

John B, decided to finally address the elephant in the room.

“Does anyone want to explain what’s going on?” he asked, his tone firm but not aggressive. “Because, honestly, I’m tired of this awkward silence.”

No one responded at first. The flames of the bonfire crackled as everyone avoided eye contact. Finally, it was Kiara who broke the silence.

“Do you really want to know, John B?” she said, her voice heavy with resentment. “Fine. Let’s talk about how some of us don’t know what loyalty means.”

Your stomach sank, but you didn’t say anything. JJ tensed beside you, clearly knowing where this was headed.

“Kie…” JJ started, but she cut him off.

“No, JJ. Let me finish. I’m sick of pretending everything is okay. You betrayed me. And you,” she said, looking straight at you, her voice cracking. “You were my friend. How could they do this to me?”

“This again…” you whispered, tired of the same reproaches.

“No. I’ve been keeping this to myself for too long. It hurts me every time I see them together, every time I think about what they did.”

The group fell silent, shocked by Kiara’s confession. Pope looked around at everyone, clearly uncomfortable but not knowing what to say. Sarah and John B looked stunned, while JJ finally spoke.

“You’re right, Kie. I betrayed you, and I’m not going to justify it. But…” she paused, her voice softer now. “I can’t pretend I don’t have feelings for her.”

The air grew even heavier. JJ’s words echoed in your mind, and you felt your heart race.

“So what?” Kiara asked, her voice now filled with disbelief. “Was this all on a whim? Or is it something more?”

It was your turn to speak. You felt everyone’s gaze on you, and though your throat was dry, you knew you couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“It wasn’t a whim,” you finally said, your voice firm even though your hands shook. “I tried to fight what I felt. I thought I could forget it, but I can’t. I’m sorry, Kiara. I’m sorry I hurt you. But I’m also sorry I hurt myself trying to ignore something I can’t change.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Kiara looked at you with tear-filled eyes, but she didn’t say anything. Pope, for his part, seemed torn between relief that the truth was finally out and the pain of knowing he’d never have a chance with you.

JJ stood up, running a hand through his hair before speaking again.

“This is all a mess, and it’s my fault. But I can’t keep pretending I don’t care. She…” he looked at you, his eyes filled with emotion. “She’s important to me.”

Kiara let out a bitter laugh.

“And what are we supposed to do now? Carry on like nothing happened?”

John B stepped in, trying to calm things down. “Look, we’ve all made mistakes. But if we keep going like this, we’re going to destroy the only good thing we have left: our friendship.”

Sarah nodded, supporting John B’s stance. “We need to find a way to move on. We can’t stay stuck in this forever.”

Kiara stood up, quickly wiping away her tears.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. Not yet.”

With those words, she walked away from the bonfire, leaving the rest of the group in an awkward silence. Pope followed shortly after, not saying a word.

It was just you, JJ, John B, and Sarah left. It was John B who broke the silence.

“Are you sure what you want?” he asked, his tone serious. “Because if you’re going to go through with this, you have to be honest with everyone, including yourselves.”

JJ looked at you, and even though he didn’t say anything, his eyes said it all. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you also knew you couldn’t hold back what you felt anymore.

“We are,” you finally said, your voice firm.

John B sighed, nodding slowly.

“Fine. But they’ll have to earn the group’s trust again. It’s not going to be easy.”

Sarah walked over, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m on your side, no matter what.”

That argument left an indelible mark on the group. After the argument, they decided to separate, at least temporarily, to prevent tensions from growing even more. Kiara left with Pope, saying she needed time away from everything. Sarah and John B also chose to distance themselves, taking refuge in their relationship to find some peace. You and JJ were left in limbo. 

Days passed without anyone communicating. Kiara avoided you at all costs, and every time you tried to talk to Sarah, she listened to you, but there was a distance in her gaze. Although she didn't say it, she was also hurt by the damage that all this had caused. Pope, for his part, was clearly affected. He no longer sought to comfort you or try to get closer. 

One of those days, while you were alone at home, you received a message from John B. It was an urgent call to meet. A new clue about a treasure had emerged, one that could change everything. Although you were hesitant, you knew you couldn't ignore it. The possibility of working together again, although complicated, was necessary. 

The meeting point was an old cabin. You arrived with your heart in your throat, feeling the tension in the air before you even saw the others. JJ arrived shortly after, and although they didn’t exchange words, their looks said it all. Then Sarah and John B arrived, their faces serious. Finally, Kiara and Pope appeared.

John B broke the silence:

“I know this is complicated for everyone, but this lead is real. If we don’t work together, someone else will, and we’ll lose our chance.”

Kiara crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on the ground.

“This doesn’t change anything about what happened,” she said coldly.

“No, it doesn’t,” you admitted, your voice low but firm. “But we all know we’re better together.”

There was a moment of silence before Sarah stepped in.

“We have to do this. Let’s put our differences aside for now.”

Finally, Kiara nodded, though clearly reluctantly. The group set about planning their search, but tensions were still high.

The search was intense, with physical challenges and moments of danger that required the group to work together. There were times when they had to blindly trust each other, like when JJ helped Kiara cross a precarious suspension bridge, or when you saved Pope from falling into a hidden well.

One night, while camping near a river, you found JJ alone, sitting by the water. The moonlight illuminated his face, and there was a melancholy in his expression that made you approach him without a second thought.

“Can I sit down?” you asked softly.

He nodded, not taking his eyes off the river. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Finally, it was JJ who broke the silence.

“I can’t stop thinking about everything that happened,” he said quietly. “About how everything fell apart.”

“Me neither,” you admitted. “But I also think about what we had.”

JJ turned his head to look at you, his eyes shining with a mix of sadness and love.

“Me neither. And I know, we probably shouldn’t keep feeling this way, but…” he paused, taking a breath. “I love you. I always will, even if the whole world is against it.”

Your heart raced, and tears filled your eyes.

“I love you too.”

The next day, the group finally found what they were looking for. Although the find brought a moment of euphoria, the dynamic was still tense. During the walk back, everyone avoided deep conversations, but it was evident that something had changed. Kiara watched every interaction between you and JJ out of the corner of her eye, while Pope seemed more distant than ever.

When they reached the safe spot, John B tried again to bring the group together.

“We did it, guys. And I know things aren’t perfect, but this is a sign that we can get through anything if we work together.”

Kiara didn’t say anything, but nodded slowly. Sarah gave you a handshake, a gesture of support that you deeply appreciated.

Time began to smooth out the tensions, but the road to reconciliation wasn’t easy. Lately you saw Kiara on the beach, sitting alone, watching the waves but doing nothing, until you decided to approach her. For a moment, you hesitated. What if she wasn’t ready to talk? What if she never would be? But in the end, you gathered your courage and approached.

“Can I sit down?” you asked cautiously.

Kiara looked at you for a moment before nodding, her expression neutral, although there was a flash of surprise in her eyes. You sat down beside her, leaving a space between you both, as the waves gently crashed against the shore.

There was a long silence before you spoke.

“I know what happened… was unforgivable,” you said quietly, struggling to maintain your composure. “But I want to try to fix this. Whatever it takes to get at least a part of what we had back.”

Kiara didn’t answer right away, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Finally, she sighed.

“It was hard, you know? Trusting you, JJ… and feeling like I was betrayed,” she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. “But I also can’t ignore that we were more than that. The group, our friendship… it meant a lot to me.”

“Me too,” you answered honestly. “If I could turn back time…”

Kiara held up a hand, stopping you.

“There’s no use thinking about what we could have done differently,” she said. “But I’m willing to try… even if it’s little by little.”

Her words were a relief, though the tone of her voice made it clear that the process wouldn’t be quick or easy. But it was a start. You both agreed to move on, prioritizing the group and leaving the past behind, even if the wound still hurt.

The dynamic between JJ and Kiara also began to change. He was the one who made the first move, approaching Kiara during a group outing. Although the conversation between them was brief, it was a sign that you were both willing to work to regain your friendship.

Meanwhile, the relationship between you and JJ remained complicated. You had decided to keep your love a secret, a necessary measure to protect the stability of the group. However, every moment shared in secret felt as much like a relief as a burden.

That night, when everyone had retired after a long day, you snuck out to meet JJ at the back of the cabin that served as a temporary shelter. He was waiting for you, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Seeing you, a light smile appeared on his face, though his eyes reflected the same mix of happiness and sadness you felt.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” he said quietly, as you approached.

“You know I always will,” you replied, stopping in front of him.

JJ sighed, raising a hand to caress your face.

“This is crazy,” he murmured. “I can’t walk away from you.”

“You don’t have to,” you whispered. “We’ll keep it a secret. For now, it’s for the best.”

He nodded, though the pain in his eyes was undeniable. Then, without another word, he leaned in and kissed you. It was a slow kiss, laden with emotion.

During the day, you and JJ did your best to act normal. You avoided prolonged eye contact and limited your interactions. Kiara seemed more relaxed with you, although there were still times when the tension was evident. Pope, for his part, kept a respectful distance, but he was still a pillar in the group.

You and JJ had decided to keep this a secret for now and maybe one day you could talk about it again, you could tell the boys that you were together and that you didn’t plan on breaking up.

[cassiewritessalot]

scream! ༉‧₊˚.

jj maybank x fem!reader

inspired by scream from high school musical 3!

୨ৎ summary: you moved away and left jj, you didn't tell anyone anything before you left. he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore without you.

୨ৎ warnings: cussing, arguing, i think that's it?

୨ৎ cassie's notes: so sorry for going complete m.i.a, and also this is so short i hate it. i've been so burnt out and wrote this the second i got the idea, enjoy! with love always, cassie <33333.

you left him.. you left him all alone, and he doesn't know what to do.

jj rides the twinkie around obx, thinking if he mindlessly drives around he'll find you. or maybe he'll find reasons as to why you left. he wanted to figure out why you left the pogues, why you left him.

what do i do now without you?

i don't know where to go

what's the right team?

i want my own thing

so bad i'm gonna scream!

he didn't know where to look first, thinking you'd be at the beach catching some waves but you weren't there. he thought you'd be with kie and sarah, but you weren't. you weren't in any place that you'd typically be. shortly after he began spiralling and called john b to try and calm himself down.

"i don't know where the fuck she is man! i gotta find my girl!" jj screamed into his phone as john b tried to give him places to look but jj was one step ahead and already checked those places.

"did you try her place? or the beach? maybe she went to help pope with deliveries." john b's voice echoed through the speakers.

"dude her parents are assholes she'd never go home to them, she's not at the beach and yes i checked both and pope hasn't seen her.." jj says into the phone and begins to get even more worried than before causing him to spiral more.

he knew if you were with him he would know what to do, but you weren't. if you were here he wouldn't be in this situation of frantically looking for you everywhere.

which way i can't tell

i'm searchin, searchin', can't find a (way that i should turn)

i should turn right or left this?

it's like nothing works without you!

jj felt like he was losing his mind. he knew he wouldn't be able to cope with you not being by his side. he needed you, he wasn't afraid to admit that. he needed you like how the earth needs the sun to revolve around it. you were his sun, you made him glow happiness and love.

you made his life better, you made him a different person. a better person at that. he ends the call with john b after several minutes have gone by and he didn't listen to a word john b said in those minutes. he keeps his eyes on the road and tries not to lose focus and he stops by one more beach, a beach only you two knew about where you'd go for some alone time.

he gets out of the driver's seat of the twinkie and walks to a spot you two had gone. it was a secluded spot with a massive rock covering most of it.

he put his face in his hands when he didn't find you and began walking back and forth angrily talking- actually, screaming at himself. he was angry at himself for letting you get away, he thought it was his fault you left.

yeah the clock's running down

hear the crowd getting loud

i'm consumed by the sound

is it her? is it love?

can the music ever be enough?

"gotta work it out, gotta work it out, you can do it.." the blond boy whispered to himself as he started thinking of unhinged ideas to get you back as he gazed at the open ocean infront of him.

the voices in his head started to sound like a crowd with the amount of overlapping commencing in his head, he tried to clear his head. he tried. but they didn't stop, every voice was chanting your name and he couldn't take it anymore. so he screamed.

"fuck!" he screamed loudly knowing nobody had heard him as the beach was just outside of town and he began kicking the sand. after his little outburst he stroked his hair with hand before making his way back to the twinkie thinking of a new plan already.

[blueicequeen19]

Brothers Betrayal Pt. 3

Warnings: party scene, drunk unprotected sex, jealousy

“Should someone stop her?” Popes voice shouted to JJ and the rest of the Pogues as you climbed on top of the beer pong table and started shaking your ass to the dirty song playing, your ass on full display in your tiny shorts.

JJ instantly saw red, immediately making his way over to you, just a step ahead of John B. You move away from their grabbing hands and demands for you to get down even as everyone else hoots and hollers for more. You throw your head back laughing as you pour beer down the front of your white top, revealing a black string bikini. The crowd goes nuts.

“Goddamn it!” JJ shouts, hooking you behind the knees and effortlessly throwing you over his shoulders.

“Party’s over losers! Hide your boyfriends because apparently I’m gonna fuck all of them!” You shout, hanging limp down JJ’s back as him and John B push past the party goers.

“She’s fucking wasted.” You hear Kie scoff.

“Yea, she is.” John B snaps. “Can you take her home?”

“She’s not my sister.”

“I’ll take her.” JJ says, switching keys with John B so he can take the bike home and JJ can take the Twinkie.

“Thanks, man.” John B claps him on the back then gives your arm a reassuring squeeze before JJ says his goodbyes and takes you to the woods where John B parked. The silence stretches between you aside from the crunches of JJ’s boots in the brush. You hadn’t even looked at each other since that night in the hammock. But you were too drunk to think about the hurtful things he’d said. You missed your best friend.

“I can walk.” You snapped followed by a giggle when JJ stumbled over a branch. “Better than you even.”

“Shut up.” JJ barks, the hand on the back of your thigh tightening.

“Awe, is JJ mad? Let’s be honest, you’ll probably spend the rest of your life being mad at me. I tend to piss people off without even trying.”

“Yes you do.”

“Put me down dickhead.”

“No.”

“Afraid I’ll run off and fuck someone? Afraid Rafe’s here and I’ll let him fuck me ten ways till Sunday? That’ll he’ll make me cum so hard I forget my own name as I drop down his—.” JJ suddenly yanks you off his shoulder and drops you on the ground, your drunk mind spinning for a moment as he hauls open the door on the side of the Twinkie before lifting you under your arms like a child and shoving you on to the bench seat. The door slams and a moment later you hear JJ climb into the drivers seat.

“Do you even care how you being with Rafe makes the rest of us feel? Do you not care about what he’s done to the rest of us?”

“Why do I need to worry about everyone else’s feelings when no one gives a shit about mine.” You grumble, falling back on the seat and letting your eyes fall closed.

“You’re being selfish. What about Sarah?” The Twinkie rumbles to life and takes off down the gravel road, somehow rocking you towards unconsciousness as JJ drives.

“What about her? She didn’t ask me for permission to fuck my brother.”

“So? Rafe’s a piece of shit. John B and Rafe aren’t even on the same level. What the hell is wrong with you?” You fall asleep to the sound of JJ’s ranting and raving, not giving a shit what him or any of the other Pogues think at the moment.

Pleasure erupts all over your body as you wake up to Rafe with his face buried between your legs. His blue eyes watching you as he fucks you with his tongue, your thighs wrapped around his head as he tears an orgasm from you embarrassingly quick.

“Fuck me. Please.” You beg, your drunk body so relaxed that you just want the pleasure to continue. You wanted to feel him everywhere. You wanted to be filled to the brim by him. He crawls up your body, kissing you with cum coated lips as he works himself inside your tight entrance. You’re so slippery and wet but he still has to take a moment to work his way in, careful not to hurt you. You moan into his mouth, lifting your hips up and urging him to give you more.

“Give it to me. I need you.” You plead, digging your nails into his biceps as he stretches you painfully wide.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Rafe curses, spreading your legs wide and shoving them back for you to hold. You both watch his cock disappearing inside you, over and over again but it’s not enough. Why is he deciding now to be gentle.

“Harder. Please. Make it hurt.” You moan, running your nails down his chest and forcing him to hiss through his teeth.

“Fuck.” His grip tightens on the backs of your thighs as he slams in to the hilt, grinding his pelvis against yours with every snap of his hips. Stars dot your vision as he hits that perfect spot every single time. You open your mouth to scream your release but he’s suddenly there, kissing you as he fucks you so deeply it hurts.

“God, I’ve dreamed about this pussy. You belong to me. No one else.” Rafe growls against your lips, swallowing your sounds as he spills inside you with a groan.

A second release hits you when all of a sudden your eyes snap open and your jerk upright in bed, your heart pounding in your chest. You look around frantically but the room is dark and quiet.

It was a dream. You sigh in disappointment, your body buzzing with need as your clit throbs painfully. It had felt so real. You could still feel him inside you. You reach between your legs to ease the ache when you realize you’re naked. Not just naked but actually sore. Movement on the other side of the bed draws your attention next and you move closer until you spot the mop of messy blonde hair and the bare chest. Your stomach drops and you quickly reach between your legs, your heart sinking further when you find the sticky, dried mess that’s there. Anger swells in your chest and you shove his sleeping form off the bed with one hard push. His body hits hard and his curses fill the air.

“Son of a bitch. What the fuck was that?” JJ grumbles, lazily crawling back on the bed. You flip the light switch on and nearly fall over at the claw marks on his chest and arms. It had been him. Not Rafe.

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” You snarl, yanking the blanket to your chest despite the fact that he’s clearly already seen it all.

“What are you talking about? Why do you think I’m in here?” He scowls, keeping his distance on the far side of the bed.

“Did we fuck?” You demand, fear gripping your insides. His face falls and that’s all it takes for your blood to boil and you lunge at him, slapping at whatever you can.

“You motherfucker.” You growl, even as he flips you with ease and pins your nakedness beneath his.

“I didn’t do anything you didn’t want. You begged me to fuck you. You came on to me. Pretty openly too. How do you not remember?” JJ snaps. Your insides flutter at the feeling of him on top of him, your body already aroused from the dream turned memory.

“I was drunk! I don’t remember anything! I thought you were Rafe!” You cry, shifting angrily beneath him only to still when his hardened cock presses against your thigh.

“Bullshit. You were trying to suck my dick before we even made it back home. You were quiet in the back for all of 5 minutes before trying to crawl into my lap.”

“I hate you. I dont want you. I thought you were Rafe.”

“Yea? That little pussy still throbbing and wet for me? I can see you’re still covered in my cum. Your greedy cunt sucked every drop out of my dick like it was nothing. Then you begged me not to stop. You wanted it harder. Deeper. Faster.” His voice has lowered to a seductive growl, his breath fanning across your ear and making you arch your back in need.

“Please fuck your cum into me, J. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” JJ says mockingly before running his tongue up your neck, still tasting the beer from the party. You were burning alive. That couldn’t be true.

“Who knew that the sweet little Routledge liked it rough? I bet you’d love it in your ass too.”

“Stop. Oh god, please stop.”

“Why? Because you want me? Why is it so wrong to want me but not Rafe?” JJ growls, lining himself up with your entrance and burying himself inside you with one hard thrust. You open your mouth to cry out but he silences you with a hand, his hips snapping forward so hard your eyes nearly cross. You can’t help but arch into him, wrapping your legs around his lean waist.

“God, you feel so good.” JJ grunts, digging his fingers into your ass as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Cum for me. Play with your pussy.” JJ rasps, lowering his head to suck your nipple into his mouth. Your hand slides down to your mound, your fingers finding your slick, swollen clit and sending you into oblivion.

“That’s right. Cum for me. Not Rafe.” JJ coos just as he releases inside you, filling you up again.

This couldn’t be happening.

[cameronsprincess]

omg pls elaborate more on this 🙏🙏 like what’s jj’s reaction? how does he feel around rafe after that? does jj ever tell rafe? what does rafe say if jj tells him?

i think you want me to elaborate more on this ?? if not that post then pls lmk which one you meant, BUT, for now ima elaborate more on that one!!!

so i can see it being when kie first finds out, and she’s quite literally shocked, like jaw dropped, gears just turning at 100 miles a second in her brain. i see her saying “you know he doesn’t give a shit about you right? he probably only agreed to include you because he’s afraid of losing her!” and i see jj getting very upset, but also angry… jj wouldn’t let himself cry in front of kiara, instead he’d puff out his chest and lay in on her telling her shit like “you don’t know a damn thing about him or how the three of us are.” or “i should’ve known it’d be you who had something stupid to say, he actually fuckin’ cares about me, kie, unlike you obviously.” and kie wouldn’t take jj being so mean to her well… but jj doesn’t give a single fuck. despite jj’s being so confident that rafe does care about him, i see him being a lil weird around rafe after that whole fight him and kie had… i see him not talking as much, not being as excited and definitely not really being as horny as he usually is, which throws a red flag right in rafe’s face bc he’s like “what the fuck??” so i think rafe would ask him what happened, tell him to talk to him. i see jj finally opening up to rafe about everything kiara said, and he’d definitely get super pissed off. i can see rafe calling reader and telling her she needed to handle kiara before he did, so reader would spring into action and go talk to kie about that! i can see rafe giving jj a lot of reassurance and just loving on him and showing him that kiara is wrong, and that he does in fact care about him, hell, he’d even go as far as saying he might love him!

[rafecameronsslutt]

Toxic Possessive! Rafe x Carrera Fem! Reader

↳⇁ You Can't Seem To Escape Toxic a Relationship, With Rafe.

Warnings! Rafe being Aggressive and Possessive Reader wanting to Leave.

You Were Finally able to do good for yourself. Without Rafe knowing You Only Wanted a peaceful life without the constant Thought of Rafe arguing with you over some stupid shit. You hated when he took control of your own life, as in: what you could wear, Where you could go. or who you could talk to you.

Rafe Even hated your friends which were. Pouge's Except for one and that was your sister Kiara Carrera she tried numerus times to help you leave Rafe but what ever you tried to do always failed miserable being caught and trapped in his arms once again for the last time.

You Loved Rafe, But his ways made you want to hide and run away forever but the consequences of that sudden action would cost you maybe even your life if you weren't careful enough the constant bickering of Rafe telling you if you ever try to leave him he would hunt you down if he has to caused you to be slightly afraid and began to overthink a little bit.

but he could be just saying that to make you stay Right? or so you thought. You were hanging out with Kie and Sarah at your place your parents were home they wouldn't be back until summer break was over they left a spear key just in case you and Kie needed anything or for Emergencies.

''were are they boys?' you asked Kie You haven't seen JJ, Pope or John B since earlier today they were out getting snacks and drinks to celebrate summer break with each other while waiting you and the girls decided to take some funny pictures with each other.

'' omg you should def post that!'' Sarah said in an excited Tone. Even when You were dating her brother you didn't really mind Hanging with Sarah she was anything like her brother Rafe it was like you could tell her any and everything.

''I'll be right back guys I'm going to go use the bathroom'' they nodded understanding You took your phone with you just in case mom and dad had called you. You soon felt the vibration of your phone. it was Rafe calling you. with slight hesitation you answered putting the phone on speaker.

"hey baby what's Up?'' you asked as you pretended to fix your hair in the mirror Rafe only started at you with a smirk attached to his face.

''Nothing much, What are you doing?'' You shrugged mentioning how you were hanging out with Sarah and your sister. right along with the others would swing by.

you would see the way you mentioned. Pope, JJ and john B coming over Rafe Didn't like that you would always hang around them he came quite Possessive when you were around them not caring if they were your friends or not.

''Y/n you know I don't like when their around you I want you to come stay with me tonight'' You rolled your eyes this was the night you had free time away from Rafe and you of course wasn't going to let him spoil it nor ruin it for you.

''Rafe no tonight is special and I can't just up and leave them'' Hoping he would at least give in you had pleaded.

''Y/n Don't start with your fucking stubbornness okay do as I asked you to'' his voice stern and deep with command.

"No Rafe I'll Call You when I'm done and then come over right now I wanna enjoy my time with my friends'' With that you didn't give him enough time to respond once you clicked the red button hanging up in his face which you wouldn't suspect would be a problem later on.

once you made it back to the living room you saw that they had started without you.

''there she is our favorite kook'' JJ yelled you gave him a unsatisfactory look of unprovable.

"eww Shut up JJ I rather be with the Pouge's because I Love you guys so much'' Sarah awed as she laid her head on your shoulder.

"says the one dating a kook aka being Sarah's brother'' Pope says smartly causing you to roll your eyes at him directly.

''shut up at least I'm still not a fucking virgin'' JJ and John B snickered trying to hold back a laugh which they failed at.

"okay that's fair'' pope pouted feeling defeated which he was.

A couple of hours had passed, and you couldn't fight the feeling of Rafe Being angry at you You had goosebumps maybe he wouldn't be too made right?

You Knew Rafe hated when you would also disobey him but you couldn't help but wanting to be with your friends and enjoying the laughter of each other it made you feel good inside.

''you guys we should play truth or dare'' Sarah mentioned and suggested you nodded in agreement and amusement. JJ lifted his eyebrows In a questioning manner.

"I'll play only if it's spicy'' John B added Kie simply rolled her eyes but agreed to play anyways because she was only bored.

''I'll go first truth or dare JJ?'' Sarah asked JJ thought for a moment before going a simple Truth.

''alright is it true that you and Kie got down and dirty in Y/n's room'' JJ and Kie both Looked at each other before turning there gaze towards you you looked at both of them disgusted.

"WHAT THE FUCK THAT'S DISGUSTING'' you yelled.

" i promise it was just on the floor and plus my room was flooded and mom and dad were in the house and your room is soundproof'' Kie says.

"says the kook who fucked her boyfriend in the back yard of John B's house'' you flicked JJ off.

"okay Pope Truth or dare'' Pope right away chose dare in his own Amusement because he wasn't a pussy like anyone else or so he would say.

''I dare you to make out with Y/n'' you and pope gasped you were really close friends but you never imagined kissing him before and the same with pope to you. but it was only a dare no feelings attached what so ever.

''are you sure you want to?'' Pope asked wanting your full consent before caring on with the stupid dare. you nodded only wanting to get this over with, Pope scoots closer towards you before grabbing the side of your face attaching his lips with yours.

''THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!'' the sudden sound of your boyfriends deep booming voice echoed causing you to jump and pull away from pope with a harsh shove. you felt the harsh tug of rafe yanking you up dragging you outside to his truck.

"ow Rafe the hell Let me Go!'' you yelled he slams your back against his truck causing you to wince out in pain.

''YOUR SUCH A FUCKING SLUT YOU KNOW THAT, FIRST YOU WANNA HANG UP ON ME TWO DISOBEY ME AND THREE KISS THAT LOW DOWN FUCKING POUGE YOUR THAT FUCKING DICK HUNGRY HUH? Rafe grabs your face squeezing tightly you clawed at his hand as tears peaked from your eyes.

"Rafe Let me Go Your Hurting me!'' You Yelled Out. Rafe didn't even think twice as he continued to yell in your face.

''WHEN WE GET HOME YOUR FUCKING OVER DO YOU UNDERSTANND ME THIS WILL BE THE FINALE TIME YOU FUCKING FUCK ME OVER!' Rafe then opens the truck door roughly shoving you inside. without even saying anything to your sister or your friends guess you would have to text kie later. because Rafe wasn't gonna let you out of his sight.

[hardlypartying]

idk if you have watched much press for s4 but maddie bailey is sending me with her responses to any riara related questions or fan praise…. (i think she’s obviously traumatised from the jiara situation.) anyway bailey made a comment about how kiara couldn’t stand murder let alone someone harming a fly which would make riara totally incompatible - and whilst i agree that’s true i also feel like her character would be the most capable of empathy/forgiveness compared to the other pogues!?!? like she’s so humanistic!!!!

would love your thoughts and a potential kiara deep dive 🫣

This ask is very apropos and you’re gonna need a drink…

I’m with you on the fact that Madison is probably traumatized by the way jiara was blown out of proportion by some fans and how that bled into their dynamics irl. It sucks so much that’s how it went down and I feel for them that they can’t be friends without things being made weird.

That being said, I don’t understand this extreme hatred she has towards Rafe potentially working his way to being a better person— regardless of him being someone who could potentially be with Kiara. Sure, don’t ship them but to say the fans of the ship don’t care about Kiara is… a take.

I 1000% agree with you, I think more so than anyone else Kiara as a character is capable of forgiveness given the opportunity to understand someone. Her heart and passion is what drew me in, she is so empathetic that its sometimes comes at her expense— I think that’s what her parents are terrified about when they see her hanging around the Pogues. Granted, the Pogues we know are genuine guys but her parents don’t know that or care to take the time to get to know them. Kiara did and since has had an unwavering loyalty to them. Her heart is so big and it’s perplexing to me that Madison thinks that there’s a cap on that? I personally don’t get it. I see Rafe as someone deeply troubled and who has never given a chance to get help— he lives with what he did everyday and resents himself for it. He was unwell, but rather than allowing him some grace, we’re what? Bashing him as he’s trying to make amends? Personally I believe that under the right circumstances any single one of the Pogues would’ve done what Rafe did regardless of who was in front of the gun, but their loyalty fits right on them and not on him. Rafe has continually expressed such a complex range of emotions about what he’s done and how he’s managing it— none of it was linear but that makes sense to me. I don’t expect him to have a clear path out of this but fucking hell he’s trying.

What really confuses me about their rhetoric is that they hate the idea of Kiara and Rafe because he’s dangerous, a murderer, psychotic, buzzword buzzword but then they’re happy to ship him with Sofia? Then all of a sudden it’s a cute relationship and he’s found his match. Dpmo. If they really believed Rafe was that dangerous why would they want Sofia, who is completely innocent in all this, to be with someone who has the potential to be violent again 🤨 Bc she’s “changed” him? It’s insipid and hypocritical.

Now for a mini Kie deep dive— at first I didn’t really get why Madison was playing Kiara like that during their scene together. She looked genuinely terrified seeing Rafe and her body language was so telling. And in my mind I’m surprised by her reaction because we’re seeing him heheing it up with Sofia and making business moves like? What are you afraid of? Venture capitalists? Yes. But then I took a moment to think about the state of mind Kiara was in.

I don’t think it was an extreme thing she did to pull out the knife. In her point of view someone just tried to kill her. Drown her no less and who else tried to drown her? Rafe. Her survival instincts were probably shooting through the roof because every time she sees Rafe, it’s never for a good reason. And you got to remember the very last time she saw him was at the beach with the sea turtles… not a good memory. She’s got no reason to trust he’s here out of the kindness of his heart, she doesn’t see/know him like that. All that mixed in with that batshit guy who’s hunting the Pogues down and the fact she’s alone— yeah the knife was a smart move. I think she would’ve done the same if Topper showed up tbh. I’m also proud of Rafe for not freaking out when seeing her hostility lmao, he’s come a long way. Back in the day (s2) if he saw that knife come out, he would’ve escalated the situation and made things worse.

And just to throw my two cents here— Rafe has been dogged this season. Oh my goooooddddd. You’re telling me he’s scattering his dad’s ashes alone, the only Cameron who cares? His dad who he last saw going off to South America with the Pogues? The Pogues who hate Ward and want him gone? And then his dad dies? Right after Rafe finally gets the approval and affection from Ward that he’s always wanted? And no one has given him an explanation of what went down? I’m surprised he hasn’t crashed out on them tbh. That little tiff he had with John B was too polite. In his mind 2+2= the Pogues killed Ward. Sarah and Rafe quite literally carried Ward to the tarmac together and it was all for nothing? No small reconciliation for the sake of Ward’s memory, after all he was their father. And he died for Sarah. It’s crazy to me.

Anyway I’m a spiteful person and the more people hate something the more I lean into it. The cast hating riara is hilarious to me because this ship was born out of nothing and now it’s in their mouths. Wild. I’m just upset that they’re facilitating hate towards people who ship riara, I’m of the mentality that you ship and let ship. Not gonna yuck anyone’s yum!

[rafecameronsmistress]

NO ESCAPE

description] Fem Reader x Rafe Cameron x Barry

[summary] After a rough breakup Rafe sends Barry out to find you at a party and what they have for you in store is a nightmare full of pleasure

[cw + tw] 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, abusive relationship, physical abuse, strong language, stalking, non con, alcohol use, drug use, gun use, life threatening, degrading talk, angst, fear, embarrassment, SMUT

[authors note] this one is VERY long and has VERY sensitive triggers, please read at your own risk

‼️ADULT CONTENT AHEAD‼️

Enjoy 🖤

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Text messages:

- Kie: hey are you coming to Sarah’s party tonight? it’s at the water, i can pick you up

- y/n: i dont know.. after everything that happened with Rafe im afraid he’ll show up and i don’t want to see him right now

- Kie: Sarah told me he wasn’t going because she invited pogues lmao

- y/n: i’ll think about it, i’ll call you in an hour or so

- Kie: kk <3

Rafe and i dated for a year before things got bad, we had our ups and downs but never did i expect him to put his hands on me in a violent way

Rafe hit me for the first time a month ago, he said he was sorry and that he just couldn’t handle the way things were going with his family and business

i gave him the benefit of the doubt because he has been under so much stress and sometimes i add to the problem

two days later he hit me again and split my lip open then screamed in my face because i got blood on his shirt

slowly his i love you’s turned into i hate you’s

it’s hard because i love him so much, he was the picture boyfriend, until he wasn’t

i hid the abuse, i didn’t want people to know, just incase he changed

my friends know we ended badly but they just assumed it’s because Rafe is an asshole, everybody knows he is

the first time he threatened to kill me was the day that i left, that was only a week ago

he held me down on the floor of his bedroom with one hand around my throat and the other holding his pistol to my temple “the next time you speak to me like that again i’m going to put a bullet in your fucking skull, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” his words spit on me like venom

a part of me misses him and that’s why i don’t want to see him tonight, i’ll cave and end up going home with him, i know i will, because i love him

i lay down in bed and close my eyes, i’ll make a decision in a little while

i fall asleep for a few hours and when i wake up i have another text from Kie

Kie: so Sarah and i decided you ARE coming because we need you!! she told me Rafe will not be there, the boys are coming too nothing bad is going to happen!! get dressed bitch i’ll pick you up at 7

i text JJ, John B, and Pope in a group chat

- me: hey all 3 of you are going to Sarah’s party tonight right?

- John B: yeah i’m here now helping her set up

- Pope: yes i’m picking Cleo up soon

- JJ: yep Kie called me and told me that you’re afraid Captain Douchebag will show up so obviously i will be there… and i would like to drink some alcohol…

- me: thanks boys, see you later <3

i let out a sigh of relief, at least those 3 will be able to handle Rafe if he shows up

i undress myself to take a shower and run my fingers over my yellow healing rib cage where Rafe had kicked me a couple weeks ago

tonight will be fun. tonight will be fun. tonight will be fun. i try to convince myself, i deserve to go out

after i shower i do my hair and makeup then get dressed

i throw on a short pink dress and my birkenstock sandals

7:03pm

text message

- Kie: i’m here

Kie is in my driveway playing music on full blast and dancing like a nut which makes me laugh, i’m always thankful for her trying to lift my spirits

We jam out in the car and get ourselves pumped for the party

When we get there i scan the entire lot for Rafes pickup or dirt bike, neither of which i see

“Relax y/n, he’s not coming” Kie says, she grabs my hand and holds it, we share a smile, hers excited, mine nervous

A giant bonfire glows in the middle of a heard of people

Loud music, beer, liquor, and over 100 people- kooks and pogues combined…

if Rafe isn’t coming, he at least has someone watching

i immediately grab a drink to loosen up so i can enjoy tonight, the first one goes down like water so i pour myself a second

“whoaaa slow down there killa, you’re drinking like me right now!” JJ laughs while nudging my arm “i’ll be right here all night, enjoy yourself, i got you” he says with the sweetest smile

i’m on my 3rd drink and 2nd shot, my cheeks feel rosy and i have the urge to move my hips “Sarah! come dance with me!” i demand while holding out my hand

“sorry babe, my girl needs me” she says to John B getting up from his lap, she grabs hold of my hand and we dance, solo cups in the air

the boys stay close by and enjoy watching us make a fool of our selves while they smoke a joint

my phone vibrates

text message:

- Rafe: don’t drink so much, you’ll get sick

tunnel vision. nausea. panic. swallow it, don’t let anybody know.

“i’ll be right back” i tell Sarah “i need to fill my cup”

“okay” she furrows her eyebrows “you okay?”

i give her a nod and the best smile i could

once i’m out of sight i run to Kie’s car, hopping in and locking the doors, i need to sit down, my heart is pounding out of my chest, i can hear the blood rushing in my ears

*knock knock* i jump out of my skin, i’m met face to face with Barry

“open the door sweetheart” he smiles flashing his gold teeth

this can’t be happening.

i go to grab my phone to call JJ. where is my it?

Barry waves my phone in front of my face taunting me. how the fuck did i drop it?

“open the door y/n, don’t make this difficult” he tugs on the handle “open it, i’m not playing witchu right now” i shake my head “country club wants you to come wit me, y’aint safe here without him” his eyes grow darker, i don’t budge

he gets on the phone, he’s calling Rafe “you either come out on your own or i call him and he pulls you out, your choice” i’m scared. i don’t want to make Rafe mad. but i don’t want to see him. i’m getting a headache.

i make the dumbest decision of my life. i open the door, my hands shaking 100mph.

“that’s it, let’s get you home” he says grabbing my hand hard

my face is burning up. my legs grow weak under me. i’m stone cold sober at this point.

we approach the truck, “Barry please“ i plead “i’m sorry mama, y’know him” he helps me into the passenger seat and buckles me in, “can i have my phone please, i need to tell my friends i went home” i cry “can’t letchu do that, what’s ya password, i’ll text ‘em for you” he says, i shake my head rejecting the offer

he starts the truck and we take off

his phone rings “yeah i got her, she was a good girl, she didn’t fight me” he smirks “we’ll be there soon”

i stay silent, Barry puts his hand on my thigh and i flinch at his touch “what’s wrong sweet thing, scared of a little love?” he laughs

we pull up to Tannyhill, Rafe is standing out front with a whiskey glass in his hand, he raises it and smiles at me

my stomach is in knots

i want to scream for help and run

the other half of me wants to jump into his arms and submit

Barry gets out of the truck and walks around opening my door “c’mon, get out” i jump down and fix my dress and fix a smile in attempt to hide my mixed feelings

“you look nice, who’d you get dressed up for?” Rafe asks “nobody” i reply, he laughs “sexy little thing isn’t she?” he asks Barry, “yessir” he grins

i want to crawl inside my own skin

Rafe grabs me by the arm “let’s get inside” he looks at Barry “you comin? you’re not gonna want to miss this”

he brings me to the couch and sits me down, “what to do with you?” he ponders finishing his drink

“Rafe i want to go home” i whimper

“and you know what i want? a girlfriend that doesn’t dress like a slut and go to parties without me” he seethes “since you wanna act like a slut, take your clothes off, i’ll treat you like a slut” his eyes filled with fury

“i’m not your girlfriend anymore” i whisper

“what was that?” he cocks his head to the side

“nothing” i say

i stand up and slowly pull my dress over my head, my knees becoming weak, leaving me exposed in just my panties in front of him and Barry

“lay down on the couch” he demands, i obey “now touch yourself”

“Rafe please i-“ there’s no use in begging, i bring one hand down to my pussy and run it up and down my panties, the thought of them watching begins to turn me on no matter how hard i try to reject the feeling

“she’s sweet” Barry says licking his lips

“wait til you taste her” Rafe says deviously

their words go straight to my heat, i rub my clit in circles arching my back, trying not to let out a sound

“come here” i say holding my hand out to Rafe, my pussy aching for him

“you’re gonna finish yourself off first” he smirks

Barry adjusts himself clearly growing hard, Rafe watches me like a hawk not missing a beat

i pick up the pace now craving dick inside of me, i throw my head back and whimper coming closer to an orgasm, the band in my belly snaps and my legs start convulsing, i ride out my orgasm and when i’m finished i beg to be fucked “come here- please”

Rafe looks at Barry “try her out” he says patting him on the back

the look of fear on my face. Rafe would never let someone else look at me nevermind fuck me.

“since you wanna act like a slut..” he says shrugging his shoulders, then topping off his whiskey

i become embarrassed, im attracted to Barry but being on display is not something im used to

Barry gets comfortable in the chair and pats his lap, he undoes his belt and slides his pants down to his knees, his hard on is enormous even through his boxers

i try to contain my arousal and walk toward him, looking at Rafe for approval, he nods

i lower myself to my knees and pull Barry’s erection from his boxers, it fills my entire hand

“i ain’t even gotta ask to get my dick sucked, you got this one trained man” he laughs

Rafe walks behind me and manspreads on the couch enjoying every second of this

i seal my mouth on Barry, bobbing my head up and down while working my tongue inside “shhhit” he groans, saliva begins dripping out the sides of my mouth

i go to work on his swollen cock, his moans encouraging me to get the job done “that’s it baby” he takes a sharp breath in

“get up and sit on him, facing me” Rafe commands from behind

i rise from the floor, turn around, push my panties to the floor and kick them off

i slowly seat myself on Barry’s length, i gasp taking all of him inside my cunt

his hands reaching in front of me to grab my breasts, he holds onto them and starts pumping into me from below

i try to hold myself up on the arms of the chair while i’m staring directly into Rafe’s lust filled eyes

“ohhmygod- yes- fuck me-” i moan in between breaths

“how does she feel?” Rafe growls not taking his eyes off of me “like a million bucks country club” Barry replies while slamming his hips into my ass repeatedly

“flip her onto the chair and fuck her brains out” Rafe instructs

Barry pulls me off his lap and flips me around, my chest pushed into the chair and my ass in the air he slams into me showing no mercy

i can’t control the sounds coming from my mouth, moaning, whimpering, and screaming at the way i’m being used

Barry pulls out of me and releases on my ass leaving my pussy dripping “you like that shit huh?” he says rubbing my slit from behind “taste her” Rafe says, Barry sticks his fingers in his mouth savoring the taste of me “just like candy” he tells Rafe

my torso still on the chair and my knees on the floor i lay there weak, trying to control my breathing

Barry gets dressed and pours himself a glass of liquor, sitting in the other chair

“c’mon we’re not done, get up” Rafe says, i try to stand but my legs are weak “i think you broke her” he laughs looking at Barry “sorry man, she’s got great pussy” he says

Rafe walks over to me and wraps his hand around my throat, lifting me to my feet, he sloppily kisses me and without warning plummets two fingers inside of me causing me to scream

“who’s pussy is this?” he asks pushing deeper inside of me, “it’s yours” i choke out, his hand still tight around my wind pipe,

“say it again” he growls

“it’s yours Rafe, i’m all yours” i plead

his hand slips into my hair and he guides me to the couch by my head using me like a rag doll

he throws me down on my stomach then pulls my hips into the air

“look at you, you’re a fuckin mess” he smacks my pussy causing me to cry out “you like that?” he smacks it again, i wince in a mixture of pain and pleasure

Rafe pulls me up by the back of my head “open your mouth” i open and he sticks his fingers inside, i suck his fingers just like i would suck his cock, Rafe loves having his fingers in my mouth “dirty fuckin slut” he says

he removes his fingers and forces them into my tender vagina, he works his hand slowly like he’s dissecting my insides, i move my hips back and forth trying to fuck his hand my pussy screaming to be pounded

“she just can’t get enough huh?” Barry says “i told you she was a good one” Rafe smiles

his slides his warm fingers out of me and spits on my cunt, i feel it drip down to my clit “please-“ i look back at him

Rafe pulls his shorts and boxers down exposing his delicious throbbing cock, he’s leaking precum

i brace myself

he taps the back of my pussy with his dick a few times before sliding it in, i feel myself become full of him “i gonna fuck you like i hate you” he whispers

guttural screams escape my lips as he sinks deeper into my swollen used hole, he feels so good

he pushes my face into the couch “shut the fuck up and take it”

i turn my head to the side to catch my breath and see Barry sipping on his liquor enjoying every moment, i hold eye contact with him while i cry out

Rafe picks up the pace, the sound of our skin smacking engulfs the entire room

it all becomes too much, the overstimulation is extreme, i reach back trying to push him away

“i ain’t done” he growls grabbing both my arms and pinning them behind my back “i’m gonna fuck MY pussy as long as i want”

i’m screaming at this point, i can feel him in my stomach, a new sensation arises in my pussy, stronger then an orgasm “Rafe i- i can’t-“ and then i feel a release and a gush of liquid between my legs

“squirting on me like a dirty whore” he smacks my ass hard, “i fucking love it”

“please- please-“ i sob begging him to stop, my body convulsing, eyes rolling in the back of my head

Rafe slams into once more before cumming inside me, he pulls out and places a gentle kiss on my ass

my body goes limp and i lay flat on the couch, he pulls my hips back up and holds them there, “stay up til you soak all of me in”

i lay there defeated, used, and bruised

Rafe wipes the sweat from his brows and puts his pants back on, he walks over to the table and pours himself another glass of whiskey, clinking cups with Barry

they sit across from my numb body and watch me recover

“you’re such a good girl” Rafe praises “you’re never getting rid of me”

[hepaidattention]

I think the difference between JJ thinking he was never gonna see Kie again when she was taken by Singh and when he thought he might not see her again when taken by Kitty Hawk is so important.

When Kie is taken in early s3, JJs panic of not seeing her again comes out of a mindset of, "Okay, I love her but she doesn't need to know that, we're friends. However there is no way in hell I can ever live without her so we ARE getting her back. I will do anything." He even offers himself as a sacrifice because hes JJ but also because he just wants her safe. Hes not thinking about how much Kie would want him safe too. There is love and mourning but there isn't any regret. They were separted on good terms. He doesn't regret not telling her something because JJ never considered telling Kie he loved her as an option. He was content with her just being there with him forever, because JJ didn't think he deserved love back enough to ever consider that. He would've done anything for her and forever never tell her his feelings because he had convinced himself (out of his own self loathing) that that door was never open.

Then they reunite and she tells him she was afraid she would never see HIM again. And they're on the boat and she's looking at him like THAT and telling HIM they're gonna face all of this together and suddenly the adrenaline and the passion and just raw emotions of having her in his arms again makes him vulnerable and in that very moment everything between them changed. There was a shift, and JJ realized he wasn't the only one with feelings, and he didn't know what to do with that information.

Then he isolates. Self sabotages. Self destructs. Etc.

Now, when Kie goes missing the second time, this time is so so different. The first time he wanted Kie safe out of pure love, no want for anything else between them, just wanted to see her at his side.

But now, now she's gone and she'll never hear how sorry he is. Now she's gone and she might never know how much he loves her too. Now there's regret, regrets he can't live without fixing. So now, he not only can't imagine living a day without her, but he can't imagine living with her never knowing that he loves her so insanely much.

Now there's an actual chance for something more between them, and he's this close to losing it forever. He's not just panicking over losing Kie forever, he's panicking that he might never get to kiss her, get to say "I'm sorry", get to say "I love you" every single day of the rest of their lives.

I think this all slowly clicks together at the plane, then at the Carrera's, and then when he sees her and hears her immediately go along with his crazy plan, all the pieces clicking together to make him realize that he can't go another hour without telling her he loved her back.

JJ needed the push of reality slapping him in the face, telling him she's his "something to lose" and he cannot ever allow for that to happen. But to be able to accept happiness and love back, he needed to first know how Kie felt. Now he did.

The first time I think it brought JJ to realize that whatever was between them was very real. I think it really showed him his love for her wasn't a crush or a found family love. He would give his own life just to see her smile one more time, and he realized she might just feel the same.

The second time brought JJ to realize that he was the only thing standing between them from being real. It made him realize that the only reason he had regrets were because he got her back to only push her away.

I fully believe that JJ had to refrain from saying that he loved Kie so many times. I think he wanted to tell her everyday since getting her back from Singh. I think it took everything for him not to say it on the boat, say it at his house, and when she said it at the party he was so thrown because she wasn't supposed to say that. JJ had been trying not to say that for so long and she just said it so casually and no. She couldn't love him, that was ridiculous. No one could love him.

But he wanted to say it back so desperately. I think it took everything for JJ not to text her, "I love you too" in the middle of the night, or when he saw her at the chateau, or when he was trying to apologize, but there's no way he could actually let himself do that. Because Kie deserved better than him.

and suddenly she's gone again, and he never said it back, and why did he not say it back?? Suddenly being vulnerable and allowing himself to be loved sounded a lot better than living with the regret he had on his back if he never saw her again.

and he's standing there saying sorry and all he can think is how much he loves this girl, and then she says it, and the words just get caught in his throat because he's not sure how to even say them. he practically whispers it like it's a new language, like him saying it aloud is something he never thought he was capable of.

But he did. Because he loves he so incredibly much.

JJ needed losing Kie over and over again to finally realize that she was the only thing he had in his life that he wasn't willing to lose.

[brrbrina]

necklace

a/n: i love taylor and there´s a lot of references of her in this series, i wanted to write something connecting my two current obsessions lol,  i hope you like it! 

pairing: jj maybank x reader x joeburrow!obx

warnings: none, english isn´t my first language so bare with me.

It had been almost 8 months since you and JJ broke up, you weren’t sure how it happend it just happend, that’s the funny thing about love, it comes and goes, like the seasons. 

JJ Maybank reminded you of sun, waves and salty water, lately thinking about him made you feel lost, not knowing where you belonged. JJ was one of the first guys who made you feel safe, not only at school but outside of it, helping you carry your books and going window shopping meant he would carry your bags afterwards but he didn’t complained, he loved every second of it. He loved seeing you trying on dresses and twirling in them, “Which one do you like more? This one or the pink one” you said coming outside of the changing room you were in, JJ was there, watching you with sparks in his eyes and a smile that was too big to hide “I like the pink one better” he said smiling at you, “I know right, the other one had pockets J” you said in excitement as you turned around and went back to change.

“Look at this shirt J, i love it, it even matches my dress, you need to get it!” you said holding a white shirt with a phrase of color pink in the back, “It’s really cute but i don’t think i can afford it sweets” you appreciated how honest he was with you, his fear of vulnerability had gone away the first time he saw you cry holding you in his arms after a guy had stood you up on a date, that day, he swore to himself he would never let anyone make you feel that way anymore “Come on J! You’re my best friend, i’m buying it for you, besides you fixed my car last week and you didn’t let me pay for it” you said as you pouted “It’s on me, please” you looked at him with puppy eyes “Fine but only because you know how to make me fold” he said “Yay but wait! You need to wear it a the next bonfire, that way we will match, it’s gonna be so cool” you said almost jumping up and down in excitement. 

You realized your feelings for him the same night he realized he had feelings for you, you were too afraid to ruin the friendship you had with him, it was so pure and so innocent, he never made you feel uncomfortable or pressured to do something you didn’t want to, that’s mainly the reason you fell for him. “I’m telling you Y/n, he likes you” sarah, your best friend said and you could sense a smile through the phone, “He doesn’t Sarah, and it’s okay really, i don’t feel bad about it” you said looking at your phone with tired eyes, it had been a long week and you really wanted to sleep, “He likes you Y/N, he doesn’t treat me or Kie the same way he treats you, and that says a lot he’s been friends with Kie way before we met him” “Look Sarah, i love you i really do, but i need to get some sleep” you said plugging your phone for it to charge “I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay? Love you, good night” you said waiting for Sarah to say something “Love you Y/n” she said before hanging the phone. 

“Guys are you going to the bonfire tonight?” Mya, a girl from your class said while looking so intense at JJ it made you want to fight her, “I don’t think so, or at least I’m not going, we have a huge paper due next week and we haven’t started it, right Y/n?” Pope said, looking at you trying to distract you from Mya, “It’s okay i don’t care, what about you J, you’re going’s right?” she said twirling her hair looking JJ, she wasn’t allowed to call him that, only you could, “Sorry Mya i don’t think i have an option but you have a great time, I’ll see you around” he said before throwing his arms around your shoulders. “Oh shit, i have to go, my pops needs me but i’ll call you guys later today” Pope said looking at the two of you, “It’s okay Pope, the shrimps need you” you said “Ha-ha, very funny Y/n, bye guys” he said before giving you a friendly kiss on the cheek, JJ stared at the two of you, not knowing how he couldn’t have the guts to do the same. “Are you listening to me J? you said snapping his fingers at his face, “Erm, sorry i zoned out, what were you saying?” he looked at you “It’s whatever, don’t worry. Isn’t weird there’s a Methodist right by our school?” you said looking at the church in front of you “Maybe” JJ said “Do you want to get ice cream?” He suggested “Yeah, it’s really hot” you replied. “Lead the way m’lady” he said smiling at you, his Y/N smile as his friends would call it. 

jj: do you really not wanna go to the bonfire?

pope: we have to finish this JJ, i told about this project weeks ago

kie: have you guys not finished it yet? it only took 3 days for me an john b to finish it

jj: i know we have that stupid thing pope but we can go, maybe just 3 hours what do you say? kie? john b? maybe even sarah is going 😏

john b: i don’t think she’s going, she said y/n had things to do and she was going with her 

jj: what thing?

john b: i don’t know man, you should ask her 

That message left JJ’s mind wondering, were you too busy you couldn’t tell your friend your plans for the day? Or maybe it was the fact that all he could think about was you, it was definitely a part of himself that felt like a little kid, but not in a bad way, he never let himself dream too much about a future with you, he knew you were different, ever since he met you in the 9th grade you told him about your dreams, finish high school, get a scholar ship for photography at  LSU, get a business degree, start a business and the flow like water, you weren´t sure if you wanted to come back to the outer banks, “I just feel like there´s so much more i can do with my life, and i don´t know if this town can give everything i need” that´s what you told your parents one time, your family dynamic wasn´t the most normal one, you weren´t a pogue but you never felt like a kook, if there was a middle point in that you were sure you were trapped there but you couldn´t complain, your parents grew up as pogues but worked their asses off when you were little so they could give you a different lifestyle than the one they grew uo having. That’s why JJ was scared, he knew he couldn´t be what you needed, it didn´t helped the fact that  he felt like everytime he did something right it was overshadow by something wrong his dad had done before he was even born. He soon learned to let go of the people he loved even if it meant letting them go for good, he wasn´t scared of losing people, he was only scared of losing you.

“If i say i´ll go to the bonfire tonight, will you wear the shirt i gifted you?” you said while looking at your laptop screen waiting for an email to  pop up in your notification center, “Yes!” he said very excited “I mean, yes, if that would make you happy” he said while trying to contain his excitement. “What time are you picking me up?” “Um” he said nervous, picking you up? As in a date? “I’ll pick you up at 8” he said nervously “Great i’ll see you here, bye j” you said hanging the phone and smiling, you closed your computer with half an admission later wrote, you had a year left but you need to get this done. You weren´t harming anyone, you were excited for your future and you were sure your friend would support any decision you would make. After a few hours passed and you got ready , you heard a ring on the door by the time you got down stairs, your dad and JJ having a chat you decided to over heard, “So JJ, do you know which college you´re applying to?” you herd your dad, causing you to shut your eyes and hope JJ wouldn´t take this the bad way, you knew he wasn´t going to college, it wasn´t in his plans and you weren´t sure if he even had a plan after finishing high school, “Uhm” JJ said clearing his throat “I´m not going sir” he said scared of your dad´s reaction “Hm, interesting” your dad replied “I´m here” you said trying to ease the tension in the room “Shall we? “Yeah um yeah let´s go” JJ said looking at you with stars in his eyes “Don´t bring her home too late okay JJ? I´m trusting you my life right now” your dad said “Bye dad” you said giving him a hug “Bye sir, i´ll bring her in one piece” he said waving goodbye to your dad and letting you lead the way. 

[homebody-nobody]

this is me asking about your theories about mike and anna's teen pregnancy 👀👀

OKAY SO

Through watching season three, we know that Mike and Anna are having their fifteenth anniversary party. We ALSO know that Kie is obviously over fifteen. (this could also be interpreted as the *restaurant's* 15th anniversary, but I think it's a wedding anniversary, specifically on Vibes and Vibes Alone.) With these two pieces of information, we can infer that Kiara Carrera was born *GASP* out of wedlock. We can also BACK UP this inference with a line from season two, when Kiara says 'you're afraid I'll sleep with a pogue and end up pregnant, just like you did.' (we are hoping against hope that this is not foreshadowing. Please, Pates, for the LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY do not ALSO throw teen pregnancy into this mess. I digress.)

All of this information taken together points us thusly -- Kie was an unplanned pregnancy. We also know that Mike and Anna are significantly younger than Big John and the Heywards, although we have some allusion to the fact that Luke knew Anna back in the day. (Don't get me started on my Maybank Family Meta. It's *detailed*)

In order to dive into my theory that Kie was a teen pregnancy and it influenced Mike and Anna's 'success,' we need to examine Mike's (minimal) relationship with JJ, and JJ's storyline in season three. A lot of JJ's arc in season three (and in the other seasons overall) involve a decent amount of self-deprecating humor and some supposed-to-be-funny lines that just make you Really Fucking Sad. We see the culmination of this with Mike's line 'he's just like his father' and JJ stealing Mike's money clip. (Which like, I get that it was bad and it was a symbol and shit but like. Mike deserved it.) Kiara, naturally, is furious with him for 'giving them a reason.'

Essentially, JJ is a character that was born with a nasty reputation (thanks Luke). In past seasons and ESPECIALLY in this one, we understand that JJ *believes* everything said about him. He *believes* he's a bad influence/a loser/a bad kid/and just like his dad. (heartbreaking.) Part of the very heart of all the jiara development in season three involves Kie being FURIOUS that JJ would believe all that shit, both on his behalf, and AT HIM for believing it. When he says 'I'm sorry' in 3x09, he's apologizing for stealing the money clip, but he's also apologizing for believing what Mike (and everyone else) says about him, and apologizing for letting that be the reason he was convinced they shouldn't be together.

Now, bear with me. Because I believe that Mike hates JJ with such a fury because he used to BE JJ. Except, in Mike's case, his relationship with a girl from the other side of the island only ENFORCED that belief, rather than undermining it. Mike believes that he had to work hard to get out of the cut, and resents JJ for not doing the same work -- Mike truly believes that he was once a no-good dirty-rotten petty thief, and thus believes that JJ is, too. Except, in his eyes, he 'did the work' to get out, and JJ is, well. not doing that.

This is where the teen pregnancy loops back in. Mike and Anna own a restaurant. To start a restaurant, you need investors. If it was the Cut Community that pulled together behind them to support their dream, Mike would undoubtedly retain an ENORMOUS sense of loyalty to that community, and STILL be shitting on Figure Eight to this day. But, he's not. Why, you ask? Probably because Anna's Parents were the initial investors for the Wreck. If Mike got Anna pregnant and Anna's family Had Feelings about it, Mike would have had to PROVE that he intended to provide for Anna and Kie. What better way than to start a business. Anna's parents probably invested in it in order to preserve their relationship with their daughter and parent the best way rich people know how -- by throwing money at the problem.

Thus, Mike believes that the only way out of the Cut is by bowing and scraping to those on Figure Eight, treating them with 'respect' and 'earning' their approval (money). We also have bits and pieces of Anna telling Kie that she wants Kie to have the opportunities she had, and that they had to 'work hard' to get into the island club, maintain their reputation, etc. This evidence supports the idea of Anna being a disgraced kook, and, combined with Kie's comment about 'getting pregnant with a pogue,' gives us a pretty solid reason why Anna and Mike wouldn't be automatically accepted by Figure Eight and the rest of 'Good Society.'

The 'teen' part is mostly based on the anniversary party vs. Kie's age, but is enforced by the fact that Mike and Anna are TERRIFIED of Kie running around with 'those boys' at her age -- probably because Anna did the same thing, and ended up pregnant and at the mercy of her own parents. It's also looped in by them being afraid that she's 'throwing away her future.' Projection much, babes? Anna 'threw away' her future when she got pregnant at Kie's age, and explains her absolute desperation to keep her daughter from doing the thing.

That's about as coherent as I can make it lol so I hope it makes sense!!

[jojameswinter]

Ok we got our jiara angst for season 3 with JJ trying to push Kie away because even tho he wants to be with her so bad he was just afraid it would never work and that he’s not good enough for her but now I’m gonna need them to bring back some of the season 1 JJ energy where he was making flirty little comments “idk but I liked it a lot” “she’s a super hot rich hippie chick” *protects her honor when Rafe said she was pretty hot for a pouge* *jj opening his arms to Kie and swinging her around in a hug during midsummers* like I know season 4 will still have angsty scenes especially with Kie and her parents and also Kie, JJ, and Luke but I’m gonna need at least a few scenes in season 4 of JJ being obsessed with Kie!

AHHHHH WHAT I WOULD DO FOR S1 VIBES!!!!! Like Kie knew JJ was always there for her, that he was funny/flirty, but did she truly see what was simmering just beneath???? It was like his comments were just enough hidden, just enough of a "joke" that he could still keep it all concealed. IMAGINE when he's openly flirting and they both know exactly what this is, what it means???? We got some bits of that when they're messing around on the boat (SEDATE ME) or when he says "we're on an adventure baby, c'mon now" on the plane - HER FACE THERE OH MY GODDDDD

And I'm such an angst girlie, but I AGREE - GIMME ALL THE FUN FLIRTY VIBES!!!! GIMME JJ MAYBANK SIMPING!!!! I'm gonna die anon istg!!!!

[goingfullpogue]

Ok we got our jiara angst for season 3 with JJ trying to push Kie away because even tho he wants to be with her so bad he was just afraid it would never work and that he’s not good enough for her but now I’m gonna need them to bring back some of the season 1 JJ energy where he was making flirty little comments “idk but I liked it a lot” “she’s a super hot rich hippie chick” *protects her honor when Rafe said she was pretty hot for a pouge* *jj opening his arms to Kie and swinging her around in a hug during midsummers* like I know season 4 will still have angsty scenes especially with Kie and her parents and also Kie, JJ, and Luke but I’m gonna need at least a few scenes in season 4 of JJ being obsessed with Kie!

Yes x10000! This is 100% what they need going forward. I’ve been saying for awhile that I really hope the Pates/writers didn’t forget about the mass potential jiara has to be very fun together. Their playful banter and flirting is why everyone fell in love with them in the first place!

And also yes, jiara is 100% one of those “boy obsessed with girl” ships and we need that energy returned to us a million times. JJ was still lowkey obsessed with her yes, but I want to see head over heels JJ a lot more than we’ve seen so far, because he was so in his head in s3!

Last part, if we got another swing-y hug I think I would combust on the spot 😭

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

Finally last ep not getting spoilers for a week was torture especially since eveyone watched that show considering pfp on every social media pfp with that check mark thing whatever that means still haven’t gotten answers for it #Arcane2 what does it mean and why are they all ✅

say whatever you want but Ambressa is really that MOTHER same with Sevika + that fish guy ate too also Mel jinx ekko and Cait really are those characters carrying this show wtf they never miss! also

I knew people had no valid rzn to hate/dislike her it was all forced hate

when everyone was saying ekko carried the show the mvp saved the finale they was not lying😂Mel too! and sorry but Cait is really HER! #arcane  am I supposed to hate a pretty girl who’s also a bada88 I can’t why I love jinx and mel even ambressa sevika #Arcane2 I’m just a girl 😞

when amberssa puts on that gold mask it’s really female gaze typa sh*t #Arcane  she’s a murd*er yes but she’s hot now what? #Arcane2 and her daughter yeah a family filled with hot powerful woman how to become one😉not but for real I need them to wife me up whichever doesn’t matter

Caitlin was really out here fighting ambessa with no power while hurt while she had those magical stones like yeah she’s that girl I’m afraid while everyone else needed magic or fancy gadgets she said raw talent #Arcane  and I’m supposed to hate queenie like for no rzn

Not Vi on her bs still running past ekko not nothing to check on ekko like what’s the deal with her always not giving a fcvk when he stay saving her ungrateful a88? He should’ve left her behind to d*e this like 3rd time and she just don’t care about him one bit

Didnt even get those building ship walls off him while he could be dea*th or unconscious she was more worried over that Louis guy who was already obviously dea*! #Arcane  yeah she’s my least fav character actually stay pmo by being weird annoying about ekko #Arcane2 ungrateful too

ofc my favorite di*es😂will a show and a character ever be a my fav is they ain’t dy*ng at the end like I knew it was gonna happen yet I still picked a fav! #Arcane2 why do I keep doing I know they’ll d*e the second I like them and yet I never stop myself from liking them

not one but 2 of them atp it’s just the universe stay playing jokes on me bc what was the reason! it’s always characters I love and don’t want to d*w going yet characters I hate or want six feet under stay alive to the very end #arcane  and get mf happy endings #arcane  its just so

infuriating like first JJ when I wanted kie or rafe or even jb gone them mf I don’t hate Vi like them only dislike her a little but ofc shes walking scratch free while I lost ambessa/jinx #arcane  at least this VI karma for living my guy to di*e 5 times #arcane2 now she knows pain

why do I keep doing this to myself I’m really the only rzn my fav characters di* bc I love them to much n make them my everything I should be nonchalant or not care or like them at all #Arcane  but it still never work when I do that case in point enzo #Arcane2 Lincoln it hurts ect

feel so bad for him tho like that was his girl kinda but at least they are happy in different universe and hopefully if we ever got ekko spin off whixh we should if #Arcane  writers knows what’s good for them and what’s up #Arcane2 he can like go there and live that life unless it

#Arcane2 takes away from the ekko in that time line completely its unfair for him to lose his life for my ekko to get his happy ending maybe heimdinger can find way for both to stay kinda idk it’ll be weird tho #Arcane  two hims probably wont work but it’s fine just want him happy

finally finished it I was so dreading l it good yeah do I get the hype sure but also not as much like it was very cool but yeah🤷🏾‍♀️ekko mel definitely best thing about that whole show #Arcane  jinx amb sev cait 2nd best #Arcane2 then the rest are just okay cool but yeah thats it!

at least now I can watch all the ekko Mel sevika ambessa Cait my ship ekkopowder edits in peace without fear of spoilers the way I would close my 👀 before ⏭️ so I didn’t get accidentally spoiled it was torture #Arcane #Arcane2 fun show ekko/mel needs their own spin off actually

they saying there’s a 60m jinx ekko episode yeah I’m gonna need that right now I’m literally on fix on them @ N give it to me right now or else I’m taking as hate crime against me! #Arcane why did I find this out now it’ll haunt me forever bc I know we won’t get it ever #Arcane2

‪wait why is there a fcvking ship war between a lesbain ship an a het ship oh people just wanna fight and have ship wars for absolutely no rzn bc ain’t no way y’all have ship war between sister ships thag have nothing to dk with each other also jinx gone so chill #arcane2 #arcane‬

Just also saw people hating meljey 😂 and ofc it’s the yt woman who fetishize yt men in any relationship platonic or other who push the they are in love or mlm and always attack the woman who one of them has thing with #arcane  and especially if she’s black or woc it’s game over

it’s full blown misogynior not even just racism or misogyny 😂 at the end of the day y’all can ship ur ship without hating on the woc but yeah what to expect from yt people and especially striaght yt woman and few yt queer people truly a cancer in every fandom #arcane  it’s always

the same damn shippers buddies (in just million variants) people 😂 they see two yt men breathe next to each other and it’s they in love when one sees the other as brother and isn’t even gay and maybe the other is gay and likes the other but it’s still one sided bs like bylers

Anyways I like Victor Jsy they were definitely giving brothers or like platonic soulmates like those shadowhunters bond barbati dont think Victor was romantic or those kinda feeling typa guy! But if people wanna see it see just leave woman especially black/woc woman out of it thx