#not to mention DAD POPE

[riverbends]

something something pope cody spots broke single mom reader in a grocery store and he can’t help but watch from around the corner of an aisle as you regrettably tell your kid that you can’t afford to get whatever they’re asking for because you’ve already stocked up on necessities that have reached your budget. for pope, the pout on your kid’s face is only secondary to the anguish that’s written all over yours. the urge to aid, to assuage, is a driving force within him - one that he only recognises when he sees you frown in defeat. the way you comb your fingers through your baby’s hair, trying to comfort them, kinda has him feeling weak and gut-punched. is anybody taking care of you? someone has to. he’s already taken note of the prized item that you don’t have enough to pay for and he’s gone before you can even notice he was watching in the first place.

but then you’re in the parking lot with your kid who’s sighing and pouting as you’re loading the groceries into the trunk of your ancient, half-dead sedan when a strange man rocks up next to you with his own bag of groceries. looks like he’s never smiled a day in his life. doesn’t introduce himself, doesn’t really say anything at all, but he’s handing your kid whatever they were begging you for in the store and they beam up at him like he just gifted them the fucking world. you, on the other hand, are a little sceptical because how did he notice? where on earth did he come from? why is he so eerily quiet? you can only resort to smiling at him and, to your surprise (and your delight), the corner of his mouth just barely quirks up. a little crooked. it warms you. “what do you say to the nice man?” you ask your kid, and they promptly drag out a well-rehearsed ‘thaaaank youuu’. the man nods once. and then he’s on his way, disappearing from view. weeks later, you’ve only just recently caught onto the recurring appearance of a bulky black pickup with tinted windows parked opposite your neighbour’s house. hm. that’s odd.

(update: i decided to continue this here)

[shekeepsmeworms]

Had some wine feeling good made a really shitty bowl in ceramics class this morning that I’m really worried has a bunch of air holes in it and had a really crappy therapy session where I didn’t talk too much but was honest about some other stuff which is good overall I guess but now I’m doing drunk crochet and watching the Duggar family documentary and probably going to stop watching soon once they start talking about the awful stuff but yeah day in the life of a woman doing her best I guess

[sunfairiess]

𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 || 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

pairing: jj maybank x fem!routledge!reader

tropes: 3rd person narration | sarah cameron’s pov | childhood best friends to lovers | brother’s best friend | best friend’s sister | fluff | soft boy jj

synopsis: sarah cameron meets her boyfriend’s sister for the first time, and understands what being soulmates means.

warnings: cursing, slightly mention of violence

wc: 2.9k

it’s my first time writing a character x reader (and actually writing a ff in years lmao) so i really hope this turned out well! also, i apologize for any typos or grammar errors but english is not my first language <3

song rec: about you - the 1975 ♡

“c’mon guys, time to go back. it’s starting to freeze out here.” pope said, placing his fishing rod by his side before getting up and walking towards the helm of the boat, kiara following him to keep him some company. he was right: the temperature had started to drop, and honestly he didn’t even know why the pogues decided to go fishing at the end of november.

they were all there, except for the pogue princess as they liked to call her. she was john b’s younger sister, just by one year; and even though she was definitely a pogue down to her core, she actually almost looked like a kook: she was always composed, never drank too much, never even touched a cigarette or a joint, and she worked her ass off every afternoon at the country club to help john b with the bills and to afford a few of the things she liked.

she was smart, kind, the type of girl to lighten up a room with the sound of her laughter. she was also one of the reasons why the ‘no pogue-on-pogue macking‘ rule was made: everyone kind of had a thing for her, and jj maybank was the first in line.

“i seriously regret coming, i think i’m going into hypothermia.” jj said, shuddering a little bit. yes, it was cold, but it wasn’t that cold. jj just liked to be dramatic.

“gosh, you’re such a pussy.” john b laughed, smacking his best friend behind the head. they’ve know each other for more than ten years now. they weren’t friends anymore, they were brothers. they loved and cared for each other very deeply, even if they were acting like jerks most of the time.

as pope started the engine of the hms pogue, ready to go back to the château, john b took his sweatshirt off to pass it to sarah, his new girlfriend. she was a kook, but she was different. she didn’t care about how dissimilar their lives were, she loved spending time with the pogues because they were real. they were amazing friends, they were funny and smart, and the kind of people you could have a serious conversation with. they weren’t superficial like the kooks, and she loved them for this.

she felt a little tap on her leg, catching with her vision her boyfriend’s sweater. she gave john b a smile and slid the blue piece of clothing on. “so, i’m meeting your sister for the first time today, uh. big step.” sarah joked, slightly pushing his arm.

since the first moment they started dating, john b had always talked about how he wanted her to meet his sister. she was the most important person in his life, especially after his dad went missing at sea during a storm. he actually wanted sarah to meet her right away, but she asked him to wait a couple of months, just to see if they were solid about this relationship. “yup, and trust me you’re gonna love her. she’s like a little ball of sunshine, she wouldn’t even hurt a fly.” he said, smiling at the thought how of sweet his sister was with everyone.

“he’s right. i don’t think i’ve even ever seen her mad.” jj stated, shifting his seat from john b’s right to sarah’s left.

“she seems really nice, but i’m not worried about me liking her, because, by what you guys always say about her, i already do. i’m just worried she won’t like me, you know because of the whole pogue-kook thing.”

everyone bursted out laughing at sarah’s words, her face more confused than ever. “what? what did I say?” kiara left pope at the helm of the boat, and went to sit in front of her, crossing her legs together. “you don’t need to worry about that, she doesn’t give a shit about the rivalry. trust me, she looks like she walked out of a cruise brochure. the only thing she wants is to see her brother with someone who makes him happy, which you do, so she’s totally gonna be fine with it.” sarah smiled at her words, feeling a bit more relieved now.

even though pope wasn’t seating next to them, he could still perfectly hear their conversation and see sarah’s tensed body. that’s why he decided to lighten up a bit the discussion. “you know, one time she made jj dress up as a reindeer.” he said getting out a chuckle at the memory of jj dressed as one of santa claus’s reindeers.

kiara followed him with a loud laughter “oh my god it’s true, i almost forgot it.”

sarah gave them an amazed look. she was enjoying this too much to not say anything. “okay, this is actually the funniest thing i’ve ever heard. did you had a red nose like little rudolph, too?” she said with a smirk, turning her head towards jj’s.

“oh shut up, all of you. i only did it because she asked. besides, she looked so happy when i changed into that costume. i would honestly do it again.” jj let out an involontary smile at the thought of y/n. it was like this all the time: wether he wanted it or not, the only thought of y/n made him feel like he was the happiest man on earth, even if he wasn’t. she just had that effect on him.

“god, it’s sickening how whipped you are for my sister.” john b said, mimicking a gag reflex.

jj rolled his eyes at his words. sarah switching her gaze between the two boys sitting one to her left, and the other to her right. she then stopped to look at jj. “wait- you like y/n?”

“like? hell, he loves that girl. he’s been in love with her since he was six. the random hook ups he has? that’s all for show. he only does it to not draw suspicion, since the only girl he’d like to fuck— and sorry john b— is y/n.” pope said, fully exposing his friend’s feelings.

not that jj cared anyway. everyone knew how he felt about her, he didn’t even try to deny it anymore.

“and you’re completely fine with it?“ sarah asked john b, knowing how protective he was when it came to his sister.

“i wasn’t always. first time he told me he loved her? i punched him. not my finest moment but i was kinda mad.” john b replied, slightly chuckling, reminiscing his right fist hitting jj’s jawbone. “i mean, the day before he tells me he sees her as a little sister and then that he wants to sleep with her? hell nah, i wasn’t having that.”

“and what changed your mind?”

“because it’s jj. i know my best friend, and i know how much he cares for her. i knew he was never going to hurt her, i’m actually pretty sure he would die for her.”

sarah nodded along. the look on jj’s face confirming that what john b had just said was a hundred percent true. in that moment a thought crossed her mind, making her think about how what jj and y/n must’ve been something truly special.

“bubba, we’re home.” john b shouted, as he opened the château’s door. the house was silent, except for a light melody coming from the bathroom and the sound of the shower running. “shower! be right there!” sarah heard y/n shout back, as every one of the pogues sat on the couch: her ending up between her boyfriend and kiara, next to who was seated pope; and a bit far away from them jj. she figured he left the space empty for y/n.

about ten minutes later, while the pogues were having a conversation about an upcoming party at the boneyard, a sixteen year old girl came out of the bathroom, wearing a pink sweater and long white sweatpants. white socks at her feet and long wet hair cascading down her back. she walked up to them, bending slightly to place a kiss on her brother’s cheek, and proceeding to do the same with all the others.

she then retraced her steps and stopped in front of sarah. “so you’re the reason why my brother stopped being a cranky old lady.” she smiled, offering her her right hand. “i’m y/n, it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“sarah. it’s a pleasure to meet you too, john b’s always talking about you.” sarah replied, shaking her hand. y/n let out a small laugh, as she walked towards the end of the couch were jj was seated.

she plopped down next to him, tucking her legs under her bottom and leaning into him. he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer and gently leaving a kiss to the side of her head. “he’s always talking about you too. i swear the other night he woke me up around 3am just to tell me how amazing your date was. which, don’t get me wrong, i was very happy to hear about.”

“you literally throw a pillow in my face.” john b said.

“duh, because you woke me at 3 fucking a.m. i love you bird, but for gods sakes let a girl sleep.” she replied, making everyone laugh at her comment.

the conversation resumed pretty quickly, this time through with jj paying way less attention to it, more focused on the girl next to him.

the entire evening, between laughters and bottles of beers, sarah observed how jj and y/n were always caught up in their whole world. jj’s hands being constantly on her body, wether it was a arm around her shoulders or his hand on her leg. they were glued to each other, sometimes even whispering between them words only they could catch.

for the second time that day, sarah thought about how jj and y/n’s bond was special, going beyond simple friendship.

it was almost two a.m. when kie and pope left, both returning to their respective houses to avoid their parents storming out on them. sarah instead was going to spend the night there, so since jj and john b were on the front porch smoking a joint, obviously a jj’s idea, she and y/n were the only two people moving around the living room, cleaning up the mess of empty beer bottles and pizza boxes.

the whole night she noticed how jj and y/n acted around each other, so since they were now alone, she just felt like she had to ask. “so what’s the deal between you and jj?”

“there’s no deal, we’re friends.” y/n said calmly.

“bullshit, i noticed the way you look at him and how he looks at you. that’s the look of love, sweetie.” sarah decided not to mention how jj actually felt about her. it wasn’t her place to say tell the truth.

“nah, jj would never go for someone like me. he only sees me as a little sister, besides i’m not even his type.” she replied, giving her a kind smile, even though she felt like a lump was stuck right down her throat. y/n always knew she wasn’t the kind of girl jj would want, the were total polar opposites, and truthfully she never even considered herself that much beautiful to have a chance with him.

“since when jj has a type? doesn’t he hits on every breathing human being?” sarah knew this probably wasn’t the right thing to say, but sometimes people needed a little push to blurt out their feelings. to her surprise though, y/n laughed, most likely because she knew how their friend had a habit of flirting with almost every girl he met. it didn’t matter if they were pogues or tourons, or hell even kooks sometimes. a pretty girl is a pretty girl, doesn’t matter where she comes from.

“kinda, but he always hooks up with victoria-secrets-models type of girls, if you get what i mean. and apart from that, we want different things. he doesn’t do relationships and i don’t do random hook ups. not to mention how the possibility of me and jj being together would probably give an aneurysm to my brother.”

“eh, i wouldn’t be so sure about that, ya know. either way though, you like him, don’t you?“ sarah said, remembering the conversation she and the other guys had on the boat.

busted. y/n stayed silent, sailing her lips in a thin, straight line. she then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready to spill everything out. she figured it was time to tell the truth anyway, since sarah clearly figured everything out.

“i met jj when i was four, we were in kindergarten and some older boys were picking on me. i was smaller and basically on the edge of tears, until i saw this blonde boy running towards me and putting himself between us. even if he was younger than them he still took my defense. after that he walked me home and told me he was a friend of john b’s. since that day, i don’t think i’ve ever liked someone that wasn’t him.“

she took a small pause, just to catch her breath. but she was so caught up in narrating the whole story, that she didn’t notice john b and jj leaning against the doorframe.

jj’s eyes almost bursting out of his face at her words, not expecting to hear her confession. john b, very aware of how his best friend was going to lose his shit any minute now, he places his finger against his mouth, mimicking him to shut up.

“as we grew older the roles kinda reversed and i started to look out for him: when he would come here bruised because of his father i would hug him and clean him up; even if younger than him i helped him study, you know just avoiding he would fail some subjects. at night, dad used to let him sleep next to me or john b because he didn’t want to be alone, thing that of course dad prohibited when i turned twelve. that didn’t stop him though: he would sneak out as soon as john b would fall asleep and come under the covers with me.”

she let out a laugh. “would sir. freud love this? probably yes, but it doesn’t matter. he deserves someone that cares for him, everyone does. and it’s not pity or mercy, i genuinely want to be there for him, because he deserves the best. yet, because of his father he’s convinced he’s worthless, but he’s not. gosh, he’s so funny and smart, which i know sounds weird but he is. he would die for his friends and cares so much for us. and i’m sure he could make it out of obx if only he wanted to. and he’s always so supportive and gen-“

she could’ve kept going on, but she suddenly noticed the two boys staring right up at her. jj’s eyes were watery, like he was going to cry any second now. he didn’t cry much, only when really fucked up things happened in his life, but for the first time he felt like crying not because he was sad and tired but because he was happy. because finally he could’ve had something great going on in his life. he could’ve had her.

without saying anything he launched himself into y/n’s arms, letting her stumble back due to the rushed impact between their bodies. he hold her tight, his arms around her waist and hers around his neck. his face placed in the space between her shoulder and her neck, breathing in the smell of the coconut soap she always used. he didn’t care about sarah and john b still being in the room, he wouldn’t even care if a freaking zebra walked in the house. she was the only thing that mattered. she was his whole universe.

“you shouldn’t eavesdrop, maybank.” she said with a smirk, putting a bit of distance between their bodies so she could look at him in the face, but still managing to play with the of hair at the nape of his neck.

“did you actually mean it? like for real?”

“every word, jay. you know me, i would never lie to you.”

jj maybank was impulsive. half of the time he never thought before acting, which pretty much resulted in him dealing with the aftermath of his stupid decisions. that’s why he didn’t think twice in grabbing y/n’s face with his hands, pressing his lips against hers.

at first he felt her stiffening, probably surprised by his gesture, and for a moment he really thought he had just screwed everything up. but then her hands went to his shirt, yanking him even closer if possible, and he sensed her relaxing, her lips moving against his.

after what seemed like hours, he pulled back, only because they both needed air. if it was up to him, he would’ve spent hours kissing her without getting a break.

“i’ve been loving you for a long time, princess.” she smiled, her cheeks almost hurting because of all the happiness she was feeling.

“well, you’re very lucky then, because i’ve been loving you for a long time too.”

“i can’t watch this, i think i’m gonna throw up.”

sarah nudged her elbow into her boyfriend stomach, giving him a look that said ‘shut the fuck up or i’m killing you’. john b raised his hands in the air, admitting defeat.

and, as they watched jj starting to kiss y/n again, sarah thought of how her own relationship was truly amazing. but in her opinion? what y/n and jj had was the true definition of soulmates.

[obxsummer]

wave of you // ghost of you

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader

summary: more treasure hunting continues but your group takes time to enjoy the perfect surf day. it was perfect, that is until topper’s girlfriend becomes unhinged and you find yourself in the middle of an argument with… rafe cameron coming to your defense?

warnings: the usual obx angst, anxiety attacks, mentions of PTSD, cursing, crying. yeah.

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Sarah and John B had beat your half of the group back to the house, Kiara having been running the shop in the unexpected absences. After taking a shower to scrub the hospital off of you and changing into the comfiest clothes you could find, you joined everyone in the living area where everyone was sharing their half of the past few hours. 

John B and Sarah had taken the amulet to get an inscription translated into what you found out said Where the living and dead collide, the gatekeeper will guide the way, whatever that meant. They were kicked out shortly after revealing where the object was from, the individual telling them it was cursed. 

“Genrette was obsessed with Blackbeard, so maybe directions to his treasure?” John B theorized as he handed the amulet over to JJ.

“So, what is this treasure?” Cleo continued, “Gold?”

Pope shook his head. “No, I remember hearing something about like a… a crown, blue crown?”

His suggestion was immediately vetoed by Cleo and Kiara, neither girl believing a word he offered. You sighed and leaned back into the cushions of the couch, wrapping the blanket tighter around you as you listened to them bicker. 

“Apparently, it is the most sought out artifact in the ancient world,” John B read off a page of a book he’d grabbed from the shelf. You squinted at the object in his hand, quietly asking yourself when your brother of all people read a book. “The blue crown was created for Darius the Great of Persia over 3,000 years ago.”

“That’s worth more than 50k.”

John B ignored JJ’s comment and continued, “It was said to possess the blessing of the gods themselves, granting the wearer immense favor and rare invincibility. Holy shit, look at this. Xerxes, the son of Darius the Great, he was a badass. He’s wearing it. Uh, Alexander the Great, beat the shit out of everybody. He’s wearing it. Julius Caesar, also a badass, murdered a bunch of people.”

“Dad told you all of this?” You asked him as he read the names off the pages. Pushing yourself to your feet, you moved to stand behind JJ and rested your chin on his shoulder as you looked over at what they were reading. He moved you into his side, thumb brushing your hip bone as he tugged you close.

John B shook his head at your question, glancing up at you. “No, no. I don’t remember any of this, I just know it granted wishes.”

“Like a genie?”

“Hold on, it says right here the crown was lost sometime in the 1700s, but it was rumored to be hunted down by… Blackbeard.”

There was no argument that the direction of the treasure hunt had been changed when it came to a priceless item versus 50k. The whole night shifted, turning into a bonfire and celebration between the group that brought everyone’s spirits back up.

“Oh, come on!” You complained as Pope smacked your burnt marshmallow from his face, sending the treat into the grass a few feet away. “Pope, that was my fuckin’ marshmallow!”

“I’ll make you a different one! The burnt ones are ass!”

You groaned in response and fake pouted before shaking the can of beer in your hand to find it empty. The six of you had been out here since sundown, embracing the thrill of the evening and what lay ahead. Despite hating the danger your group always seemed to head into, you missed this feeling of nostalgia and anticipation. 

JJ’s hands grabbed your hips as you got up from your folding chair, bumping into him as you did so. You covered his hand in the one that didn’t have an empty can and smiled at him. “My knight in shining armor.”

“At your service, baby,” He replied instantly, trading your empty can for the fresh one he had next to him. Once it was securely in your hand, he tugged on your waist until you fell into his lap, a squeal escaping your lips before the two of you lost balance with the momentum and tumbled backward into the grass. 

You screamed in shock, your beer flying away in the chaos as you rolled off JJ who was high off his ass and giggling loudly at the fall. You couldn’t stop the laughter escaping your lips and dropped into the grass completely, overwhelmed with happiness for the first time in what felt like forever. “You dumbass!” 

“C’mere!” 

Another yelp escaped you as JJ swooped you off the lawn and over his shoulder, hauling your ass toward the house with no explanation. 

“Oh come on!” John B groaned and covered his eyes with his hand as JJ carried you out of view, various whistles from the ground following. “Fuckin’ hate you, JJ!”

JJ flipped your brother off with his free hand and walked into the house, closing the door with his shoe before he gently placed your feet on the ground. You grinned up at him, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. 

“Did you need something?” You teased and faked innocence as you fluttered your eyelashes to drive the effect home.

JJ tsked his tongue, his fingers cupping your neck before he kissed you roughly, moaning at the way your body fell into him without hesitation. You knew he wasn’t going to hold back very long and there was a 100% chance your friends could walk in at any moment.

“Upstairs,” You rushed out as his lips dropped to your neck, nipping softly at your skin to make your knees even weaker. “Jay.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He mumbled, his kisses stopping long enough for him to crouch and loop his arms around your ass and waist and pick you up, your ankles crossing behind his back, supported by his strong grip. “Lemme love on you.”

You hummed, kissing him again and biting gently on his bottom lip in response to his request. “You can love on me as much as you went when it’s not somewhere John B can see it.”

JJ groaned and shook his head. “Please stop bringing up your brother when we’re making out.”

You laughed loudly as he started walking up the stairs to your room, his kisses lingering on your collarbone and his grip tight as he did. The lack of light was welcomed as you landed on the bed with a laugh, barely having a second to pull your shirt off and drop your shoes before JJ was hovering over you with a hungry desire in his eyes and a whole night to make you his, again and again, just as he intended to.

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The next morning was a haze of blissful kisses and a warm shower between you and JJ, the house still silent as everyone slept. Your boyfriend wrapped you in a soft towel, pressing a kiss to your forehead before telling you he was going to check on the shack. It hadn’t taken more than a few minutes before he was running through the house, waking everyone up and telling them about the swell.

The warm sunlight was shining through the window as you slipped on a swimsuit for the day, taking the time to brush your skin with sunscreen and grabbing one of John B’s lightweight shirts to slip on over your shoulders. The boys were already down prepping the boards with Kiara as you and Sarah took the time to make breakfast for everyone, knowing food would easily be forgotten in the excitement of the day.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you guys are seriously surfing today?” Pope walked across the screened-in porch while shoving his backpack on his shoulders.

You frowned at the sight of him in everyday clothes and not swimwear, “And you aren’t?”

Ever since you were little, you’d spent every surf day with the boys and Kiara. It was like the second the news of a perfect swell hit town, all bets were off and the beach was calling your name. Pope was usually the one to drag you out of bed for it, so to see him walking away was a surprise.

“Well, I don’t want to sell the million dollars I have in my hand for 50k so, I’m gonna look into this.” He held up the amulet for emphasis.

JJ looked just as confused as you did. “Wait, Pope. Didn’t you hear me? It’s a perfect swell day.”

“Yeah, and there will be other swell days.”

Low whistles and ‘ooohs’ followed his statement, the group collectively disagreeing with his mindset. John B turned to Sarah from his spot where he was waxing your board. “You wanna maximize beach day?”

Sarah pursed her lips. “I wanna maximize this tan.”

You bit into your toast and pushed at her with your toes. “Sarah Cameron, I know you used to be a Kook but you’ll learn how to surf the Pogue way today.”

She rolled her eyes in fake annoyance before pushing at your foot, sending you off balance from your stool as you yelped before laughing. 

“Well, everyone have fun maximizing.” 

“Wait!” You called out to Pope as he turned on his heels to leave. “Where’s Cleo? I have to see her on a board. She’s gotta be insane with it.”

Pope shrugged, “She texted me, said she’s looking for bait in The Cut.”

“Lame, tell her we’re closed!” Kie argued back.

JJ continued to try and convince Pope to join you all on the beach, but the boy wasn’t having it, his mind stubborn on exploring more info on the amulet for the day. He informed you all he texted Cleo to meet up before hopping on his bike and disappearing from view. 

You weren’t sure how the boys managed to get all the boards on the Twinkie, or honestly, you didn’t want to know, but the second the sand was in between your toes, you didn’t have a care in the world. Surfing was always one of your favorite pastimes. The sunshine, the water, and the feeling of landing a good wave were so rewarding. 

John B had managed to find the group an open spot on the beach to set up chairs and the umbrella he almost took JJ’s eye out with. You took off in the sand and dove headfirst into the water, relishing in the refresh it gave you as the water crossed over. It had been so long since you had nothing to do besides lay in the salty water.

The peace didn’t last long, of course. Topper and his rowdy group pulled up in their newer vehicles, purposely parking close to your group as if it would make a point. You rolled your eyes at the sight of them, knowing this wouldn’t end well because it just never really did. 

JJ met you in the water with both of your boards in hand, but your focus wasn’t on him. It was on the group piling out of the cars which happened to include Rafe Cameron.  

“I won’t let anything happen,” JJ attempted to reassure you as he stopped to kiss your temple, sliding your board into your hands. You gave him a weak nod but didn’t move your gaze as you watched Topper move closer to your setup where he intercepted John B. 

Your hands moved to give JJ the board back as you walked out of the water to approach the two boys. You didn’t need John B doing anything irrational, especially if Topper pushed his buttons the way he normally did.

“Nice of you to join the party,” Topper acknowledged as you came to stand next to your brother with crossed arms. 

“Top.” You nodded in his direction, not backing down in your defensive approach.

Topper motioned toward John B, “I was just hashing things out, you know. Friendly banter to get things even.”

“Do you really think it’s even, Topper?” You asked him as the list began to run through your head. Every time you guys got the slight upper hand, the Kooks took you down two pegs.

Topper pursed his lips and looked away from you. “Uh, let’s go down the list. You guys sunk my boat.”

“Allegedly.”

“Then you cold-cocked me and put me in the ER, remember?” He looked at John B pointedly like it was the worst thing ever.

“You beat the shit out of Pope,” You reminded him. “Or, how about pushing John B off a two-story building, hmm?”

Topper rolled his eyes and pointed behind John B. “Look, I was with her first, bro. If your girl comes to me, if she can’t resist….” 

“Real mature of you, Topper. Oh, by the way, thanks for burning our house down,” John B replied, his fingers twitching to throw the first punch, but he wouldn’t with you standing next to him.

You sneered at Topper’s attitude and stepped forward to block John B in case the emotions got the best of either boy. “Just here to surf, Top. Unless you had more to say?”

Topper’s eyes glanced behind you before he cleared his throat and refocused with no further argument. “No, no. Just here to surf.”

You hummed in agreement as he turned to walk away, mumbling something about having a good chat. Waiting until he was far enough on his side, you shifted back around to see JJ standing a few feet behind you, glare sharp enough to kill the Kook. No wonder Topper about shit his pants.

“C’mon.” John B grabbed your hand, tugging you away from the scene. You didn’t miss the way Rafe stared at you the entire time despite the new brunette he seemed to have attached to his hip. It took one glance to know she wasn’t a Kook, especially with the obvious discomfort she held around the group. 

Pushing their presence to the back of your mind, you allowed John B and JJ to tug you out into the warm sea, Kiara and Sarah following behind the three of you as the waves started to kick up. It became a routine of swapping waves, dropping in amongst your friends’ cheers and applause. Even Sarah managed to grab a couple and remain on her feet for the course into shore, which had all of you celebrating.

Hours passed between the sun and waves before you flopped on a towel and treated yourself to a midday nap. Sarah had the right idea when she said she would maximize her tan, the warm rays lulling you to sleep before you knew it.

JJ pulled himself out of the water, brushing as much from his hair as possible so he didn’t look like a wet dog. He didn’t feel half bad dropping in on a wave that Topper supposedly thought he could claim. JJ laughed to himself; the damn Kook should know better than to try to out-surf a Pogue. 

His eyes caught sight of you sound asleep and cuddled up on the oversized towel you insisted on grabbing for yourself at the thrift store. It was rare nowadays for you to sleep without someone by your side, especially at night. There were too many times when you’d crash on the hammock before the group came in and you woke someone up with a heavy scream. 

In the years JJ had known you, he’d never considered you to be weak or broken. You’d always been an example of strength in his eyes, someone who could persevere even the toughest of challenges. He knew it took a little bit of support now and then, but you were healing, and he was so, so proud of you. You’d shared such vulnerable moments with him, and though he wished he could take the pain away, he knew it was a process. It took him longer than he’d like to admit to share about his dad with you, so he understood the hesitancy you had when it came to unpacking what occurred while John B was gone. 

Usually, when you caught sight of Rafe, you shut down completely. JJ didn’t pry to ask what all happened when you were stuck with him, trusting that in time you would open up and share when you were comfortable. He was grateful that you felt comfortable enough with them around to sleep even though the person who’d taken so much from you was so close by. 

“Guys, there’s a turtle hatch!”

Kiara’s excitement woke you up from the warmth of the sand, your eyes blinking in an attempt to adjust to the sunlight. You shifted to see where she was pointing, noticing the little movements of sand and the dark figures poking out. Pushing yourself to your feet, your friends scurried around to make a path in hopes of guiding the baby turtles safely toward the water.

You quickly tossed John B your towel to drag out the terrain evenly before taking a closer look at the small creatures, wishing you could pick one up but knowing better. “They’re so cute, what the fuck!”

“Make a turtle highway,” Sarah laughed beside you, the two of soaking up the once-in-a-lifetime event as Kie continued to build a path with the boys. Pulling out your phone, you snapped a few photos of the event, including one of Sarah pointing at the little turtles as they cruised by.

The sound of a revving engine pulled your attention away and toward where Topper’s supped-up Jeep was approaching. You frowned at the sight, not sure what his intentions were before you noticed Topper wasn’t even driving, Ruthie was.

“Hey!” Kiara stood up and waved her hands in the air, “Stop! There’s a hatch!”

“Topper, stop!” You yelled next, trying to point around the current path of the turtles who were moving as fast as their little bodies could take them. “Move!”

There was barely enough time for JJ and Kiara to throw themselves out of the way of the oncoming Jeep, thankfully missing the turtles and the near-death of the duo. You could hear Ruthie’s obnoxious laugh behind you as you faced the Kook group who apparently, found attempted murder funny.

“Hey!” You were shouting before you had a chance to think it through, feet stomping through the sand to carry you closer to where Kelce and his friends found it hysterical. “What the hell is wrong with you people?”

Kelce continued to laugh as Topper’s Jeep revved once more, coming to a stop next to you. “Maybe next time don’t drop in on our surf,” Kelce’s voice dropped deeper as he approached you, gaze darkening when he was eye to eye with you.

“Fuck you, Kelce. Whatever ego you all have that you think entitles you to run over baby turtles is sick,” You spat, pushing against his chest causing his friends to ‘ooh’ at your action. Not only did they almost ruin the hatch, but Kie and JJ were inches from getting run over because of their stupidity.

“Turtles?” A voice next to you stopped you from spitting another nasty curse at the group now that Topper and Ruthie had rejoined. You looked over to see the brunette girl looking back at you, her gaze familiar before you caught Rafe watching over her shoulder. “There were turtles?”

The heartbreak in her voice surprised you. You figured anyone following Rafe around would have the same cruel attitude he did, but the empathy you weren’t expecting. 

“Go back to The Cut,” Ruthie interrupted whatever explanation you were considering giving. 

You turned to glare at her, closing the distance between the two of you as you poked at her chest. “You have five seconds before JJ gets over here and loses his shit on all of you, so, I’d watch your words, Ruthie, before they bite you in the ass. You’re a pathetic excuse for a human, and I hope you’re fucking ashamed of your actions.”

The group clearly hadn’t expected you, of all people, to come mouth off about their actions. Silence filled the group, the girl in front of you at a loss of words that someone actually dared put her in her place. 

“Look, we didn’t mean to-“

“Shut the fuck up, Topper!” You snapped at him, sick of his attempts to appear innocent despite all the damage he caused. “What happened to just here to surf, huh? Or is attempted murder always in the back of your mind?”

“Hey watch it-“

“Fucking leave, Pogue!”

“Get the hell out of here!”

“Hey, hey! Enough!” It was Rafe who put himself between you and Ruthie’s incoming hands. You didn’t know whether to be grateful or terrified and took a step back, feet stumbling as you did so. You stared at him, horrified as his gaze met yours and stole all the air from your lungs. 

“Bitch can barely look him in the eye,” Ruthie laughed behind Rafe, but you made no move to correct her, terrified that even a breath in the wrong way would end your life. Rafe Cameron, of all people, to be the one to stop someone from harming you was a sick joke.

“Rafe?” The brunette girl next to him grabbed his arm, her eyes taking in your terrified expression. It was then that you recognized her. Sofia, the girl who you’d unfortunately come to know too well in the therapy sessions John B had forced you to attempt. The two of you had shared so much with each other but never once had you run into her since you stopped going months ago. She seemed to process who you were then too, a silent conversation running through her head as she mouthed your name. 

At that moment, someone ran up behind you, hands landing on your hips before you were moved into another set of arms. You caught sight of JJ stepping closer to Rafe, likely starting an argument that you could only hope didn’t end with a fight. 

“You’re okay, I’ve got ya.” John B turned you around to redirect your gaze, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he started walking back toward the Twinkie. Everything turned to a haze, the adrenaline wearing off enough that you were heading into the inevitable anxiety attack. 

“If you come near her, or any one of us, ever again, I’ll come back and kill every single one of you.” JJ’s threat wasn’t a light one, and you were certain it would come back to bite him in the ass considering the Kooks would take it and run with it. 

Your heart was beating rapidly in your ears as John B pushed you into the passenger seat of the Twinkie, his hands grabbing both of your cheeks as you closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breath. Sarah’s grip on your hand was light as she climbed in the driver’s seat to sit on your other side. 

“What the hell was that?” Kiara’s shout echoed through the van, ringing in your ears and causing you to squeeze your eyes closed even harder. “What did you say to them?”

“Kie, shut up!” Sarah was yelling back at her, their voices blending together as you tucked your knees to your chest and curled into a ball. The shakiness was setting in and all you could do was beg your body to calm down and catch up to your actions.  

You forced your eyes to open, blinking as you managed to catch Sofia’s gaze across the sand. How you didn’t put the pieces together that’s who she was, you weren’t sure, but a pit grew in your stomach when you realized you’d spilled so much in those sessions that she was present for. Most, if not all of it, about Rafe. 

Air choked in your lungs, and aggressive coughs followed before JJ’s hand was against your chest to keep you upright. His fingers were gently against your jawline as he kept your head up in an attempt to help you breathe correctly.

“You’re alright, baby. Just keep breathing, yeah?”

John B had left your vision, same with Sarah, leaving you face to face with your boyfriend. He climbed over you to sit in the seat Sarah had once occupied and pulled your legs out to rest over his. The desire to curl up and cramp your muscles happened more than often and he’d picked up on that after a few anxiety attacks, recognizing your patterns and habits. 

JJ forced his hands in yours, keeping your fingers from stabbing your palms as you fought to take deep breaths, your body still on high alert even though your mind was coming back down. 

“There you go, good girl,” His encouragement made you smile slightly, knowing he was messing with you on purpose. Moving forward, you puddled into his lap without a word, and he welcomed you with open arms. Physical contact helped more in the recent moments, something you never expected considering you used to be so fearful of someone’s touch. 

JJ shuffled with you in his grasp, tugging the door closed to prevent unwelcome eyes from seeing you in such a vulnerable moment. John B was climbing in the driver seat shortly after, Sarah joining in the back before all doors were closed. Your breathing was slowing, muscles finding the forgiveness to loosen up on you but refused to move from JJ’s lap until your head was back in one piece.

“Kie?” You mumbled into his shoulder. The girl was clearly upset with you, but you didn’t have the capacity to question why.

“Walking,” John B replied simply as he started the old van. “Needs to clear her fuckin’ head.”

Sarah shushed him and you could hear her hand connect with his body gently, a grumbled protest coming from your brother in response. A comfortable silence filled the vehicle as John B drove away from the beach and started his course back home.

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Exhaustion had set in on the drive, your body heavy in JJ’s hold as you listened to the occupants other than yourself share small chatter. Words weren’t enough to describe how grateful you were to your friends and brother for always supporting you no matter what. You knew it was a handful, hell, it wasn’t easy yourself, but the fact that they showed up time and time again said everything.

“Sorry about everything,” You apologized as John B parked the van in front of the house, ending your adventure for the day. “I’m trying to fix it and it just-”

“Hey,” Sarah interrupted your explanation as she popped her head over the seat. “No apologies. We’ve talked about that. Don’t apologize, ever.”

She left no room for argument and opened the back door to slide out. You looked at JJ and John B, both boys shrugged in agreement with her, making you roll your eyes. 

“Maybe we could rethink therapy?” John B suggested as he watched you rub your face to rid yourself of tear marks. You shook your head, giving no verbal answer.

Therapy had been shit for you. When you first came back from El Dorado, the hospital had taken one look at you, post-gunshot stitches, and deemed you unsound. You went with it for a while, going to the group sessions and spilling stories without any names. Then you realized how cruel people were when they started comparing trauma and you never went back again.

JJ’s grip loosened so you could climb out of the van, arm slinging over your shoulder to keep you close as he followed you. Sarah joined your side, pulling your hand in hers to swing back and forth as the four of you started heading toward the house where Pope had come out the side door.

“Yo!” JJ called in greeting. “What’d you find?”

Silence followed the question, shifting your attention to Pope instead of the ground. The shock on his face was evident and your gaze immediately dropped to the dark red smears on his shirt and hands. 

“Oh, shit.” Sarah was turning you into her instantly, both JJ and John B getting closer to Pope with an onslaught of questions. You kept your eyes on her, squeezing her hand tightly in attempt to keep your mind from getting involved.

“What happened?”

“Where’s Cleo?”

“She’s inside.” It was the only answer Pope had to give, and it sent JJ inside scrambling for the girl in question, fearing what he would find. John B grabbed ahold of Pope, steering him back to the house without any further questions before Sarah started to guide you along with the fresh blood out of view. 

Sarah looked at you expectantly as you made your way through the door into whatever chaos you’d subjected yourself to. The girl next to you stopped short and shifted your path into the kitchen, rerouting you from whatever she’d caught sight of before you could. JJ was already in there, pushing a water into your hand and lifting you onto the kitchen counter without another word.

To your relief, Cleo moved in shortly after, her expression stoic and unreadable before Sarah left your side and you could barely hear Kiara’s voice joining whatever conversation was happening a room over.

JJ placed his hands on each side of your body before kissing you softly, pulling your mind to him and only him. You hummed quietly, fingers tangling in his hair for a moment before he shifted away.

“Can you tell me?” You asked quietly, not wanted to push too far if Cleo was clearly so upset. 

He glanced at the girl behind you before answering, “Terrance’s body is in the other room.” 

JJ watched you as you processed the information, a million questions running through your mind that you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. Apparently, there was no time to, as JJ’s eyes caught on to something out the window behind you. A quick glance over your shoulder revealed the all too familiar Kildare County Sheriff’s Office truck, and your heart sank to your ass.

“J-“

“Upstairs,” He replied with no room for disagreement. “Our room or balcony, kay? I’ll send Sarah.”

You nodded, doing what he said without another question and bolted up the stairs with your heart pounding in your chest. Sarah’s footsteps were behind you moments later, the two of you finding sanctuary on the balcony outside your shared room with JJ. 

The sun was beginning to set and cast an orange lighting over the two of you as you piled into the hammock. Sarah leaned her head against yours just as another figure joined your group. Cleo fell on top of the two of you with a huff, both you and Sarah wrapping her up tightly into your cuddle puddle. 

And suddenly, all you could hear, was silence.

How the fuck did the cards fall this way every single time?

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jj maybank x fem!reader | fluff | (meeting the pogues, anxiety, jj being adorable, drinking, mentions of weed, embarrassing stories.)

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“I’m nervous,” you admitted softly, JJ’s hand in yours as the two of you walked down the street towards the Chateau.

The blonde let out a soft chuckle, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles. He gave your hand a squeeze, trying to comfort you so you didn’t take offence from his amusement. “You have nothin’ to be nervous about.”

“I do, J!” You bickered, pouting over at him with a look of irritation. He laughed again, making you pull your hand away from his. “It’s not funny.”

He stopped walking, grabbing your waist so that you would stop with him. His hands rested on your hips as he smiled down at you. “I’m sorry, baby, you’re right, it ain’t funny. But trust me, you don’t need to be scared. All we’re doin’ is sitting around drinking beer.”

“They’re gonna be judging me the whole time, making sure I’m good for you,” you argued, avoiding eye contact with him.

Deep down you knew you were over-reacting. JJ’s friends, the Pogues, were known for being the most chill group around the island. All they did was smoke, surf and drink. But this was different than meeting any old boyfriend’s friends; you were meeting his family. You were well aware of JJ’s childhood — his mom leaving and his dad being an asshole — so you also knew how much his friends meant to him.

John B had been in his life since he was a kid, and the others came along throughout the years. He talked about them like they hung the moon and the stars, and all you wanted was for them to like you. You’d been putting it off for weeks, always coming up with excuses so you didn’t have to tag along but he could see straight through you. It was the most annoying thing about him.

“I promise, sweetheart, they’re gonna love you,” he soothed, one of his hands moving up to run through your hair. You swatted his hand away, having spent half an hour perfecting it.

“What if they don’t?” You asked quietly. Your biggest worry wasn’t that they weren’t going to like you, but that JJ would agree with them.

As said, he can see right through you, so the question sent all amusement off his face. “Hey. You don’t need to worry about us, okay? You’re my girl, right?” You nodded slowly. “Then there’s nothin’ to worry about. Now come on, let’s go get some booze in you.”

“Okay,” you hum, re-taking his hand to make the rest of the walk.

You weren’t even in the backyard before you could hear the sound of laughter and chatting, JJ gave you a reassuring smile and lead you around the side of the house to where they were sat. Kiara had her legs thrown over Pope’s lap, a joint in hand, John B was sipping on a beer and talking with Pope and Sarah was on her phone next to him. Very chill.

“The main attraction has arrived!” JJ yelled, getting all their attentions and a glare from you.

“There they are,” Kiara grinned lazily over at the two of you. He lead you closer and she held her hand up in a wave. “I’m Kie, nice to meet you.”

You introduced yourself, giving her a shy smile as John B stood up and threw his arm around your shoulders. “So you’re the girl that JJ’s utterly obsessed with?”

“Uh… I hope so,” you laughed, making the rest of them chuckle too.

“Come sit,” Sarah instructed, tapping the space beside her. “We want to hear all about how JJ is as a boyfriend.”

You looked back at JJ, who gave you a nod. Sarah beamed as you sat down beside her, instantly asking you every question that came to her mind to do with you and JJ; how you met, who initiated the first kiss, what his love language is. After Kie wasn’t quite so high, she came and joined the two of you to get in on the details.

A couple hours had passed, you were having fun with the girls as the three boys listened in every now and then — just to have some extra ammo to tease JJ with later on. It was the time of the night that you were all buzzed and the embarrassing stories had begun.

“He had this serious crush on her, no need to get jealous he was only nine, but he decided the best way to get her attention was dump mud all over her at recess,” John B explained, a wide grin on his face.

You giggled as JJ covered his face with his hands, embarrassed. “Did it work?”

“No!” John B exclaimed, chuckling. “She told the teacher on him so he put bugs in her pencil case.”

“What a romantic,” you teased, turning to a red-faced JJ beside you. He flipped you off, and then turned to John B and kept it up.

From that story, more just came to the Pogues. They spent the next excruciating (for JJ) hour telling you everything they could think of. There was the time he got caught pissing in a bush by an elderly couple and tried to explain it away by saying his pants fell down. Sarah was so excited to tell you about him accidentally wearing Kie’s jeans to school after a heavy night that she fell right off her chair.

You were leant against JJ’s shoulder, giggling still. The stories had died down, but every time they replayed in your head you’d fall into a fit of laughter once again.

“They’re all lying,” JJ stated, sipping on his beer with a small smirk.

“We have photographic evidence,” Pope argued, pulling his phone out. JJ was tackling him to the ground in seconds.

You weren’t sure what you’d been so worried about, in reality JJ should have been the one panicking.

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Dark bsf Rafe taking advantage of vulnerable pregnant reader. Maybe her parents kicked her out? Or her baby daddy left her. Or whatever u see fit.

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[warnings] dark!rafe cameron x pregnant!reader, farmer!rafe, pogue!reader, implied jj x reader, kidnapping, future NONCON/DUBCON, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

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In which you reach rock bottom after JJ gets arrested and your first love returns to save the day.

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A boy. 

You looked down at your eighteen-week ultrasound picture and smiled weekly. You and JJ were having a baby boy, and you’d found out completely by yourself. Pope had offered a million times to attend one of your appointments, practically begging a few times because he didn’t want you to go alone. You always rejected him, as the idea of going with someone else never felt right. 

The Heyward’s had already done so much for you by letting you live in their spare bedroom for, basically, your entire pregnancy. No matter how much Pope tried to tell you that they didn’t mind at all, you saw in their eyes that the last person they wanted their son to be friends with was JJ Maybank’s baby mama. You promised them you’d be able to save enough money to get your own place by the end of your pregnancy. 

So far, your day job at a retail clothing store and the late shift you worked as a waitress at The Wreck made you enough to keep you afloat. Pregnancy check-ups and ultrasounds were an expense you weren’t initially expecting and you hated that you were contemplating skipping the next few visits to save money. Besides that, appointments meant you couldn’t work and you needed all the hours you could get. 

The picture reminded you of how much hard work was left, but the feelings were bittersweet. You were so excited to meet your little boy, no matter how small he was at the moment. If JJ’s case would move a little bit faster through the system, he could be there for the big day too. Everyone in Kildare was biased against him, knowing his father too well, and you knew the system would be biased against him as well.  

You were grateful for Pope and for knowing someone else loved JJ as much as you did. JJ wasn’t hard to love, but he was a complicated person, and your relationship seemed to bring out the darkest parts of him. Pope saw his dark side, but …he wasn’t there the night he got arrested. 

You didn’t know someone could yell so loud or be so angry. The two of you were living with his Dad, and the first few months were relatively peaceful, mostly because Luke would usually go out at night, get wasted, and crash on some other part of the island. You and JJ usually played house, taking turns making dinner for each other and sleeping together side by side. 

A week before you realized you were pregnant, Luke came around asking JJ for money that JJ “owed” him, and of course, JJ refused him. You knew he’d been saving for months to take you off the island for your birthday, and he wasn’t giving that up. The fight escalated, with both sides verbally tearing each other down. As soon as Luke mentioned JJ’s mother, there was no stopping JJ. 

The fight had already moved from the bedroom to the kitchen to the porch, and then the men wrestled in the yard. JJ would’ve killed Luke if the police hadn’t come. When he got taken away in cuffs, he was a bloody, swollen mess that you didn’t even recognize. 

It became even messier when Luke decided to press charges against his own son even though they’d both been arrested. You then decided that Luke Maybank was heartless and wouldn’t ever see what you saw in his son. 

It was the weekend, your one day off, and you’d chosen to spend most of it walking to the nearby department store after your trip to the clinic. The Heyward’s wanted to spend the day out on the water but rides on the boat were starting to make you extremely sick. Besides that, you hated fishing and It was one of the hotter days of summer but you’d chosen a lightweight t-shirt dress. Well, dresses were starting to be the only thing that you fit correctly with your growing stomach. 

You tucked the picture you were holding into your purse as you made your way inside. For the past month, you’d been working up the courage to go down the baby aisles. Yet another thing that felt completely wrong doing without JJ. Cara had also offered to help buy you things but you told her every time that you were waiting until you were closer to your due date. You’d hold off from nesting until you were sure that JJ wasn’t getting out. 

Slowly, you looked over every item. Cribs, diapers, breast pumps, baby formula, bottle warmers, and bibs. It was all so overwhelming and you knew getting everything would be expensive but the price tag didn’t quite register to you until now. You had no idea how you were going to pay rent one day and afford all of the things your baby needed. 

You picked up the cutest crib mobile decorated with rocket ships, stars, and planets, and your heart skipped when you realized it was over a hundred dollars. You’d have to work an entire shift to earn that. 

“Y/N?” 

You turned towards the deep voice and the mobile tumbled from your hands, “Shit,” You cursed as you went down with it, hoping you hadn’t broken it because you couldn’t afford to buy it. Rafe Cameron pushed his cart to the side and hurried to help you, “I got it,” You said quickly as you turned away, handing it back on its display. 

Then you really looked at him. The boy you’d been so obsessed with in highschool was not a boy. His light brown hair was longer than you remembered but was tamed by a baseball cap. His white t-shirt and jeans didn’t match the version of him you had in your head, but, honestly, he looked better than you remembered. 

He smiled, rubbing the stubble on his face, as he seemed to take you in. If Rafe looked ten times better, you probably looked ten times worse than you used to. You felt huge although people just started taking note of your bump a couple weeks ago and your hair was messily gathered away from your face. Your dress was not name brand, in fact, you remembered buying it from the exact store you were standing in and you wore boots that used to belong to JJ now that your feet were starting to swell. 

“Hey,” He said.

You breathed out, “Hi.”

“Congratulations,” Rafe glanced at your belly and you wanted to crawl inside your own skin, “I guess?”

“Thanks,” You nodded, “It’s . . . complicated.”

The sad part about being pregnant, unmarried, with your child’s father sitting in jail was that people had no idea what to say to you. 

“How are you?” He asked after you went silent.

“I’m good,” You forced a smile, “How are you?”

“Better now that I’ve ran into you,” His smirk was the exact same as you remembered, “You shopping for the little one?”

“Browsing,” You said, “Didn’t quite realize how expensive all this stuff is.”

You looked at him for understanding before you remembered you were talking to – Kildare’s richest bad boy, “You still keep all your little friends around?”

“Yeah, we’re all a bit spread out now, though. I’m staying with the Heyward’s right now.”

You weren’t quite sure why you were exposing your life to him, but part of you wanted him to know that you were fine, that you had made the right decision choosing JJ over him, and that you were still figuring out life, but you’d be happy. 

“Oh, so it’s Pope’s baby?” The smug look on his face made you realize he was teasing you. 

“You know exactly whose baby it is, Rafe,” You shot back, your eyes rolling back.

You turned to walk away but he grabbed you by your arm, “Y/N, I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I’m sorry, Honey.”

You quickly pulled your arm away from him, folding your arms in front of your chest. You looked over his cart, seeing it was filled with miscellaneous things, but the only thing you could recognize was a massive back of dog food, “You got a dog?”

 “A few,” he said, placing his hands in his back pockets, “I use ‘em for animal herding. Wrangler, Sadie, and a few puppies.”

“Animal herding?”

“Yeah, I got this place on the mainland. I just came through to see Wheezie. I promised she could have one of the puppies before I sold the others.”

“You got a place on the mainland?” Your eyebrows raised, and you tried to keep your mouth from gaping, “Puppies?”

He nodded, laughing lightly, “Had to get my shit together after I got out of rehab and living with my Dad and Rose, it was just never good for me. Still working for him, but I’m just better on my own, you know?”

“I didn’t know you went to rehab,” You said quietly, still trying to process the information he was relaying. 

“A few times to be honest but I’ve been clean for a year,” He admitted while looking a bit closer at you, “Is there anything you need right now? I can help.”

“No, I couldn’t let you do that,” You shook your head quickly, “I’m fine.”

“You never like to accept help, do you?”

“I don’t need anything right now,” You assured him. 

“Hmm,” Rafe huffed, “Can I at least give you a ride, Y/N?”

“How do you know I don’t have one?” 

He gave you a knowing look that made you want to punch him. He was new and improved Rafe, but he was still an asshole, “Well, I also came to look for a new living room rug, and I could use a woman’s perspective. Help me, and I’ll give you a ride back to the Heyward’s.” 

“Whatever,” You shrugged before you began walking, “Fine.”

In his eyes, you could tell he thought he’d won. 

This was so wrong. So, so wrong. JJ would kill you. JJ would kill him. This wasn’t high school anymore, and you weren’t the insecure girl vying for the rich bad boy’s attention. Besides that, you’d always been an option for Rafe. JJ always chose you despite where you came from; now you might have a real chance of having a family. 

You blamed the way your body heated up when he spoke your name on your racing hormones and on the fact that you’d been separated from JJ for months. 

Rafe said he only came to main island to visit Wheezie, but as the weeks passed, you realized he’d found a new reason to visit. At least two times a week, he came in to the Wreck to order food and talk to you. Not only that, he practically texted you daily checking in on you. 

“Why the sudden change?” You asked him one night when closing time was closely approaching and you’d served all your tables, “I mean, I know you hated JJ but I didn’t think it would get in the way of, you know, us.”

“It’s my biggest regret after getting to know you again,” He admitted and the look in his eyes made your heart sink, “But I didn’t really know what I was doing when I was younger. I was so stupid, all I cared about was getting my Dad’s approval and I spiraled when that inevitably didn’t happen.” 

He had a way of making you question all of your own decisions. 

“Ward definitely wouldn’t approve of me now.”

“I told you I don’t care what he thinks.”

“Or what the entirety of Figure 8 will think?”

“Not at all,” He said.

“I care what my friends think.”

“You’re different than them now,” Rafe reached across the table to grab ahold of your hand as his blue eyes stared deeply into your eyes, “You have a great responsibility on your shoulders now. You have to do what’s best for you and the baby. That’s it, fuck what they think.”

“They do want the best for me,” You whispered, tears stinging your eyes.

“They want JJ for you. And he’s sitting in jail right now.”

You pulled your hand away, looking out the onto the dock and dark water. 

“You don’t even know how you should be treated,” Rafe said mostly to himself.

“What does that mean?”

“It means–” He stopped himself, but his skin was flushed with red and you sensed he was calming himself down, “I just think you deserve better.”

“And you’re going to walk into my life after all these years and save me? I can do this by myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Rafe leaned in, “JJ’s going to get out but things aren’t going to get better.”

“Why would you say that?”

“It’s true, he’s a fuckup. He won’t get a good job and there’s a good chance he’ll go right back,” That tipped you over the edge and your chair scraped loudy on the ground as you stood up, ‘“I’m sorry. Look, I’m sorry. I can drive you home.”

“Pope is coming to get me.”

You didn’t spare him a second look as you walked to the back of the kitchen. Until now, he’d refrained from putting all the weight of his judgement on you but you knew all a long he thought you were making a mistake. He’d been through a lot but he’d never struggled like you and JJ had. At the end of the day, he’d always had Ward’s money to fall back on. 

He just hated JJ and he was doing his best to get in between the two of you. 

Two weeks later, you were standing outside the Kildare County Jail, not because you were visiting JJ but because he was being released. Luke dropped the charges against him, and they released lower offenders due to overcrowding. You watched a few reunifications and waited on a cold bench in the lobby; blue hydrangeas in a small bouquet sat neatly in your lap. Your dress was also blue and printed with daisies. He had no idea the two of you were having a boy, and it was your sweet idea of telling him. 

You’d blocked Rafe’s number just that morning after ignoring his messages and calls. He was wrong. Even if he was calling to tell you that, you didn’t want to hear it. They never specified how long it would take to process him but you started to doze off after waiting for two hours. An officer in beige uniform tapped your shoulder lightly to wake you.

You were still hopeful and you expected to see JJ right behind him, “Hello, ma’am. Unfortunately JJ Maybank cannot be released today.”

“What?” Your eyes widened, “Uhm, why?”

“I was informed that additional charges have been filed against him.”

“What do you mean additional charges?” You asked, concern raising in your tone, “Who can I talk to?”

You when through every channel of communication possible, searching for answers. They couldn’t possibly expect you to leave like nothing happened. You found out from another officer, after heavy begging, that they filed another battery charge against him involving another inmate. Somehow, in the two days that he knew he was getting out he managed to catch another charge. 

“Could I at least visit him?” You’d asked and they told you he was in a segregated unit now and not allowed visits. 

You felt your heart physically break. When it fully started to sink in, you left to get fresh air. You walked for a long while until you started to panic. You sat down on the edge of the sidewalk and through teary eyes you tried to search for Pope’s number. What would you do now? Go back to the Heywards and continue to accept their charity? You were kidding yourself thinking you could do this alone. 

It felt like a rejection. You’d never had a real family. JJ knew that and yet he’d left you all alone again. 

You let your phone fall to the side, deciding you wanted to be miserable by yourself and you didn’t want to burden his family any longer. You threw the flowers into the street before your head fell in your hands and you finally let yourself cry for the first time since JJ had gone away. 

The bouquet you’d carefully put together lay discarded in the street and you had no care about the mud that was probably staining your dress now. Just as your chest started to tighten unbearably, you heard the low rumble of car engine and a shadow seemed to drape itself over you. You heard someone calling you, telling you to breathe, but your body wouldn’t obey the instructions. 

Your baby needs you to take a breath, you told yourself but the thought of your baby only made your guilt worsen, “I’ve got you,” You heard that familiar voice say. Being in his arms was far from familiar but your body didnt protest when it felt itself lifted in the air and placed on soft leather. 

The next time you looked up, you felt the car moving, and you saw the sun setting through the window. You felt a hand on your thigh rubbing soothing circles but you felt more paralyze than anything, “Try to take deep breaths,”  You heard him say but your body wasn’t yours to control, “Everything’s gonna be okay now. I’m going to take care of the two of you.” 

You were not in the squeaky twin bed at the Heyward’s house when your eyes peeled open the next morning and you realized that quickly. You saw wooden beams overhead and walls painted a soft cream color. You turned your head to see sunlight coming through lace-curtained windows. As fast as you could move with the extra weight, you pushed the comforter off of you and moved over to the window. It offered a view of rolling fields and distant trees, the greenery stretching as far as your eyes could see.

Looking back around the room, you saw a sturdy, antique bed with wooden nightstands on either side. A handmade quilt with vibrant patches of red and blue sat on top of the bed. Plush pillows piled at the head of the bed. On top of one nightstand was a well-worn book and a framed photo of younger Rafe with a blonde woman beside him. 

On the other nightstand was a vase of freshly picked wildflowers. You remembered your blue hydrangeas, and yesterday’s events came flooding back to you, “Fuck,” You cursed, and your eyes found the bedroom door. Before thinking about walking towards the door, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the large mirror, sitting on top of a wooden dresser. You were dressed in a white silk pajama top and bottoms, a tiny sliver of your belly poked out the bottom of the shirt, but otherwise, they fit you perfectly. All you could do was curse, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You moved quickly towards the door, but it opened before you grabbed the handle. You covered your mouth as a shriek left your lips.

Despite your startled appearance, Rafe appeared calm. His hair looked like it had just woken him up, and he wore a simple T-shirt and gym shorts. He closed the door behind him, acting as another barrier to your escape, “What the fuck, Rafe?”

He shushed you, “You need to stay calm,” He warned you, “There’s no point in getting riled up.”

“I was having a panic attack and . . . and you–”

“You needed to get away,” He raised his hands as if to show he wouldn’t cause you harm, “I took you home with me.”

“You took me home with you?” You spoke back to him, “I have a home. Why didn’t you take me back to the Heyward’s?”

“That’s not your home, Honey, and you know that.” 

You shook your head, “You don’t get to decide that. Where’s my phone?”

“It’s wherever you left it,” Rafe shrugged, “You know, when you were having a panic attack on the side of the road. Alone and pregnant with absolutely no one looking out for you. Imagine if it wasn’t me who found you.” 

Rafe looked annoyed like it was you who was crazy in this scenario. You tried to ignore the thought of him undressing you and putting you in these new clothes. The idea of that became harder as you watched his eyes trail from your feet, higher and higher, “Jesus Christ, you don’t even know how precious you are,” He came closer until you were stumbling back onto the bed, “I want you to stay here with me.”

“And if I don’t want the same?” You looked up at him. 

“I’ll let you think it over. Give it some time,” He nodded to himself, “Are you hungry?”

You didn’t answer, only stared back, “I’ll make you something. I’ll be right back.”

He turned on his heel, and as you realized what he was doing, you hurried after him. He closed the door, and as you furiously turned the knob, you realized he’d locked it, “Rafe!” You screamed as you pounded on the door, “Rafe, please don’t do this!”

You felt your tough exterior melt away. This was serious. He was completely serious about keeping you here. 

You rushed over to the windows next, throwing open the curtains, and found that they didn’t budge even as you pushed at them. You kept yourself from another panic attack, knowing that Pope would be looking for you right now. You never told him about Rafe … you were so concerned about him judging you that you next rold him. But if someone found your phone, they would know … but you had no idea what really happened to it.

As you started to pace, you suddenly felt a fluttering sensation. You stopped as you felt a tiny kick inside of you, an unmistakable movement that echoed throughout your whole body. Gently, you caressed your stomach. “I hear you,” you said through heavy breaths as your eyes moved around the room. It’s okay. I’ll figure this out. Don’t worry.”

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[blackeyen2kisses]

just friends

summary: you and jj have been inseparable for as long as you can remember, but, your friendship is a blurry line. it’s obvious to everyone but you two. what happens when you both snap?

warnings - jj maybank x reader, friends to lovers, alcohol use, mentions of cuts and bruises, indirect mention of abuse, mild cussing, jj being gross, reader is a little rude to jj, jealousy, make out sesh

the warmth from the summer heat made your legs slick with sweat from your spot on the bow of the HMS pouge.

supposedly, today has been the hottest day of the year so far. you could certainly say it felt like it.

wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead, you let out an exasperated sigh, “is he planning on showing up anytime today?”

“i texted him an hour ago, asking him if he was coming and he said he’d be here.” pope answered from were he was digging in the cooler for a beer.

the sound of footsteps storming down the dock caused the six pouges to snap their heads up.

lo and behold, the man himself was heading toward them, hands shoved in his pockets and fresh bruises and cuts littering his face.

you felt your heart crack.

“sorry, yall. got tangled up in something, but im here now, lets get this show on the road.” he clapped, a tight smile on his face.

we looked at each other, silently agreeing we knew what he got tangled up in.

his dad.

you jumped up from were you had been previously sitting, heading toward the side of the boat and extending your hand.

he hummed, “why thank you, m’lady.” grabbing your hand and hopping onto the boat.

bringing the back of your hand to his mouth he placed two soft kisses before casually heading over to john b and pope.

you met eyes with cleo as she raised an eyebrow at you suggestively.

you rolled you eyes and waved her off.

thirty minutes later, the temperature continued to climb as you guys made your way deeper into the marsh.

“fuck, its hot.” a voice you could’ve recognized from a mile away, complained as you felt a sweaty body sit beside you, the right side of their body meeting the left side of yours.

“gross, jj. you’re all sweaty.” you whined as you tried, and failed, to scoot away.

his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his side. “oh yeah?” he said slyly as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and rubbed it on your cheek.

you made a gagging sound as you slammed the book you had been attempting to read shut “you’re disgusting.”

he chuckled, pinching your side, which made you to squirm away. “you’re adorable when your frustrated.”

you glared at him before noticing the chewing of his jaw, eyes lighting up,“you have gum?”

he nodded, popping the gum in his mouth.

you hummed excitedly, “what flavor?”

he tilted his head to the side, “watermelon.”

you sat up straighter, “thats my favorite.”

he grinned, amused, “i know, baby.”

you stuck your hand out, “can i have a piece, please?”

you swore you saw a thought flicker across his eyes as he smirked. he motioned with two fingers, beckoning you closer.

your brows furrowed and you leaned in closer, “what? do you have gossip? did john b and sarah get in to a fight? thats like their third this w-“

you were cut off as jj smashed his lips against yours. your eyes widened in confusion, and you felt your belly swarm with butterflies.

just then, you felt him force his tongue into your mouth and push something chewy onto your tongue.

he pulled back, leaving you stunned as he sat there like nothing happened, picking up his beer from beside his foot and taking a sip.

“j-“

“there, you said you wanted a piece of gum.” he murmured into the can.

you blinked fiercely as you slowly chewed on his gum.

it felt intimate, too intimate to chew a piece of gum that had been in his mouth just minutes before, that he swirled around with his tongue and blew bubbles with.

you then heard numerous horribly suppressed laughs, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“you guys are nasty.” kie complained as she twirled a curl around her finger.

you snickered, grabbing your book and sunglasses as you stood up and made your way toward sarah. not before smacking the back of jj’s head of course.

you heard an “ow!” from behind you as you sat on the other side of the boat. trying desperately to kill the butterfly’s swarming your belly.

it was around four when you guys decided to head back to the chateau.

everyone was lugging in bits and pieces of stuff from the boat trip. you ended up with the cooler and food.

you were half way up the dock when cleo and kie caught up to you.

kie grabbed the Tupperware of food sat on top of the cooler, “okay so, are we going to address the elephant in the room?”

cleo snickered.

you looked back in forth between the two girls at your sides and raised an eyebrow, “what elephant?”

cleo gave you at look that told you you had just asked a stupid question, “she’s talking about you macking on jj back there on the boat.”

you gave a quiet, “oh.”

kie nudged you with her shoulder, “oh is right. what the fuck was that? i know you guys act like a couple, even though your supposedly” she emphasized with air quotations, “not together whatever whatever, but kissing? a bit out of the ordinary.”

cleo scoffed, “a little more than a bit out of the ordinary.”

you rolled you eyes, “i wanted a piece of his gum and…thats how he gave it to me. you guys know how jj is, hes a bit out of the ordinary himself. were just friends.”

what you didnt say out loud was that you agreed with them. it was weird. sure, you and jj hung out all day everyday, you were probably more touchy with each other than most friends are, and jj has kissed you on the cheek a multitude of times before but, never on the lips. this was new.

you also didn’t say how flustered it made you.

cleo burst out laughing, “was that his excuse?”

“what?”

kie looked at you dumbfounded, “that is not a way you give a piece of gum to your friend. you know, he just bought a whole pack yesterday, theres no way hes already out.” she pointed backwards, toward the direction the boys and sarah were.

you were about to respond when you felt two arms wrap around your neck from behind and a face rest in the crook of your neck.

“what are you ladies chatting about?” he grinned.

both girls gave the two of you an incredulous look before heading inside the chateau.

he furrowed his brows and lifted his head so his cheek rested against yours. “what’d i do?” he stared at the doors of the chateau where the two had just entered.

ignoring his question, you groaned and dropped the cooler at your feet. then attempted—and failed, to pull his arms off you, “jj! its too hot for you to be hanging all over me.”

he groaned, shoving his face back into the place between your neck and shoulder. he then, placed three feather light kisses that made your toes curl in your black flip-flops.

what is wrong with him today?

you squealed, desperately trying to pry yourself out of his steel grip.

you felt him grin against your neck.

he pulled back and ran his tongue along his bottom lip. he then, grabbed the strap of your black and white, polka-dot bikini top, pulled it back, and let go, making it snap against your skin.

“jj!” you covered the strap with your hand, preventing him further.

he gave you a look of mischief before bending down and picking up the cooler he just dropped and heading inside.

you shook your head lightly and noticed john b, pope, and sarah, had caught up to you. you decided you were in dire need of a distraction and jumped into the conversation.

you caught on to the end of sarahs sentence, “starting at seven tonight.”

“what’s starting at seven tonight?” you tilted your head in question.

pope answered, “kegger.”

john b nodded, “you coming?” he pointed a finger at you.

you weren’t one to favor parties but, jj had been messing with you head for the whole day. maybe a tourist could do the trick?

the boneyard was bustling with people. kooks, pouges, and tourists alike had come for beer and a good time. it seemed nights like these were the only times everyone got along.

you supposed alcohol could do that to people.

you were avoiding jj like the plague. you needed to distract yourself from him, which, you could admit was proving to be a challenge—he was hanging onto you like a leech.

where you lead, he would follow. if you went to go get a drink, he would join you in line; chatting your ear off, if you sat down with a group of people; he would sit down with you, if someone came up to you and started talking to you; he would butt into the conversation.

this wouldn’t normally phase you, but, considering the circumstances, you were beginning to become frustrated.

the two of you were now standing at the shoreline, you gazing out at the water, while he attempted to put tiny braids throughout your hair.

you felt your stomach churn pleasantly and your cheeks redden. then, you hit your breaking point.

“jj!” you spun around, now facing him.

he hummed in response, attempting to grab the third minuscule braid he had been working on, his brows furrowing in discontent as you scooted out of reach and watched as it fell out of his grasp.

“i have to go to the restroom.”

his fingers brushed up and down the length of your arm, “okay, baby, lets go.”

your frustration grew at the pet name. “no..i..its girl stuff. i have to go find sarah to burrow something from her..and..you’ll get bored waiting it’ll take a while.” you hurriedly spoke, gushing out excuses.

he scoffed, “you know i dont care about that stuff, i’ve bought you tampons like twenty times.”

“jj!” you slapped your hands over your eyes as your cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

you saw him grin and throw up his hands in surrender through your fingers.

you dropped your hands as he said, “ill meet you by the hammock ‘kay?”

you nodded, guilt swarming you as you thought about how horrible you were being to him. he didn’t deserve to be treated like this. if only you could just get over yourself and..

you brain skidded to a halt as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

you blinked ferociously and squeezed your hands at your sides.

the corner of his lip twitched as he tried to suppress a grin, “see ‘ya.”

you watched him, dumbfounded, as he walked away casually, hands shoved into the pockets or his cargo shorts.

you needed to find help. someone, anyone.

you found your reprieve when you spotted sarah and john b, talking to what you assumed to be a couple tourists.

you let out of sight of relief as you marched over. sarah spotted you out of the corner of her eye and smiled, beckoning you over with her hand.

“hey! whats up. wheres your lover boy?” you smacked a hand over her mouth and glanced at john b who was smothering his laugh.

you pulled your hands away, “i need your help, now.” and dragged her away before she could respond.

she looked at you with furrowed brows, “whats going on? are you okay?”

“i need you to keep jj away from me. i need you to distract him. make sure he does not under any circumstances come up to me.” you explained hastily.

“what is this about? did you guys get into a fight?”

“no.” you replied, grabbing both of her hands, in both of yours, “just please, sar.”

she waited for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip nervously, “okay..”

“thank you.” you exhaled the breath you had been holding and hugged her quickly before fleeing the scene.

you had successfully survived fifteen minutes of avoiding jj before things started to go downhill.

you had decided it was probably best to steer clear of the hammock, so you ended up on the other side of the boneyard.

here, the area was filled with kooks and a few tourists. you tried to pretend you didn’t feel the kooks glaring at the back of your head.

at that point, you began to wander around aimlessly, lost in your thoughts about jj, when you bumped into someones back, causing their drink to spill on the sand.

they spun around and when you noticed the anger flooding their face, you bit your lip anxiously.

you presumed he was a tourist, you’ve never seen him around before, and not to mention the fact that he wore a t-shirt with the words: OUTER BANKS, PARADISE ON EARTH, plastered on the front.

definitely a tourist.

the moment his eyes met yours the anger left his face and a smug look took over.

jackpot.

“hey, sorry about that. wasn’t watching where i was going.” you forced a smile.

his eyes flickered to your lips and he nodded bashfully, hand rubbing across the nape of his neck.

“uh..yeah dont worry about it.”

“so, you’re a tourist?”

he nodded again, shoving his hands in his pockets,“yeah, got here last night. how’d you know?”

your eyes flickered to his shirt before moving back up to his eyes, “lucky guess.” you shrugged.

he moved his eyes to his shoes, shuffling anxiously, “well, if you want to get out of here, i have a car.”

bleh.

you were about to agree when you felt two rough palms slid across your waist and resting possessively just under your top.

you could tell who it was right away. you shivered at the realization.

fucking sarah.

jj then moved forward so that your chest was flush with his and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“hey man, i see you’re getting well acquainted with my girl.”

the bite in his tone surprised you.

he tsked, pulling one hand away from your waist and pulling at your cheek, “she snuck away from me,” he then fixed his gaze on you, “how disloyal.”

you eyes met and you felt your airway constrict. what were you doing? lying and avoiding jj all because you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you may have feelings for him?

you gulped, “jj..”

he gave you a tight smile and placed his hands on your shoulders, redirecting his attention back to the tourist he said, “we’ll be on our way now.”

he pushed you forward by your shoulders toward the exit.

“jj what are you doing?”

he continued to ignore you, pushing you to go faster. you noticed his jaw was clenched and his hands were unreasonably tight around your shoulders.

he didn’t stop until he got to the twinkie.

you spun around to face him, shoving his back by his shoulders, “what the fuck is your deal?”

he scoffed in disbelief, “my deal?” he pointed at himself.

“yes. your deal.” you wanted to scream in frustration.

“whats your deal?” he raised his voice, jaw ticking in annoyance.

“you’re the one who dragged me out of the boneyard like some psycho!”

he ran his fingers through his hair, chest heaving, “like some psycho.” he scoffed, looking away before turning back to you, “is that what you think of me? i have i not made myself clear countless of times?”

you shook your head in confusion, “what are you even talking about?”

he ran his hands down his face, “god! you’re so frustrating.”

“me? its you whos-“

he stepped foward until the toes of your shoes were flush. he looked down at you, chest heaving with half lidded eyes, “i tried to make myself clear,” he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, knocking the breath out of you. “i don’t know what more you want from me,” his voice rose, “i even kissed you on the lips for fucks sake!”

your breath hitched, “what?” your voice no more than a whisper

he pressed his forehead against yours, tone lowering to match yours, “and here you are, chatting it up with other guys.” he scoffed.

“jj..”

he began to pull away, “im an idiot, im sorry for kissing you like that when you don’t even-“

you grabbed the collar of his shirt, standing on your tippy toes, you smashed you lips on his.

for a moment he stood there, paralyzed as you kissed him, you were seconds from pulling away when he placed his hands on either side of your face and kissed you back.

you threw your arms around his neck and he grabbed your waist, hands slipping just under your shirt.

his tongue slid along your bottom lip. you smiled into the kiss and opened your mouth, granting him permission.

he slip his hands down to your thighs and tapped them, “jump.”

you jumped up, now straddling him, he slammed you against the side of the twinkie, hand slipping behind your head to prevent you from getting hurt.

he then began to work down to your neck, starting at the corner of your mouth and working his way down. he nipped at the side of your neck, you could feel him begin to make a hickey.

“jj!” you giggled, tangling your fingers in his blonde hair.

he hummed against your skin, “gotta let that asshole know you’re mine.”



[loveesiren]

Baby Daddy (Pt. 1)

Rafe Cameron x Reader

A/n: Wrote this a while back and got a lot of requests for a part 2 so I will post it as well! Along with a blurb I've written. Never really planned to make this a series but if you guys want more just let me know! :)

Warnings: Light smut, language, cocaine, angst, pregnancy, mention of abortion, fluff at the end

Word Count: 2.7k+

Rafe thrusted into you one final time before finishing. Cumming deep inside of you for the fourth time tonight. "Fuckkkkk," He moaned before pulling out of you and laying on his back. "You're so fucking tight."

"Yep," You said dryly as you pulled your panties and shorts back on.

"Where are you going?" Rafe asked as he turned to look at you.

"Uhhh, home?" You tell him. "Why would I stay?"

"Whatever," Rafe said before rolling over and pouring a line of coke out on his night stand.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your bag before leaving his room and storming through the house out the front door.

The walk home was boring. You put your headphones in and slowly danced your way back to the Chateau. As you did every fucking night.

After your mom split and John B's dad went missing you were John B's legal guardian. You were step siblings but his dad raised you when your mom left and for that you were forever grateful. Even though you were a little older, you were really close with John B and his friends. You guys did everything together. Told eachother everything. Except for this.

You'd been sleeping with Rafe for 6 months now. It all started after a Christmas party last December. You were working your shift at the club, way more tipsy than you should have been for being on the clock. A drunk Rafe Cameron started talking you up and you flirted back. The boy was handsome enough. Granted, he was a fucking dick. But you just wanted to get off.

He took you into the bathroom on your break and absolutely rocked your world. No one had ever made you cum like he did. The way you could feel yourself release around his cock made you both fucking dissolve into the earth.

From that day forward, you guys fucked constantly. But you never told a soul and neither did he. Kooks and Pogues don't hook up.

______________

Your eyes flickered open. "Ugh," You groaned as you tried to sit up. You were in your room, Kiara asleep next to you. She slept with you every night since her parents kicked her out. She was your closest girlfriend.

A wave of nausea washed over you and you hopped out of bed and booked it to the bathroom. You expelled the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Gasping for air in between heaves.

"Are you okay?" Kiara was at the door now, crouching beside you to hold your hair back.

"Must be the flu," You said before vomiting again. "I didn't even drink last night."

"Alright let me get you some water and a pillow. You're probably gonna stay in here today."

You rested by the toilet and drank your water but by 11am you were feeling 100%.

You walked out into the kitchen and greeted everyone.

"Don't get us sick," John B said, stepping back from you.

"I feel fine now," You said. "I'm actually hungry!"

Sarah and Kiara eyed you for a moment. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You said as you popped some waffles in the toaster.

"Are you pregnant?" Kie asked.

You paused for a moment. You and Rafe never used condoms. And had you been taking your birth control lately? You were always bad at taking meds.

"Aha, no. No way." You responded.

John B, JJ, and Pope sat awkwardly.

You looked to the floor as you pressed your hand to your stomach. Thoughts racing through your head as you tried to remember the last time you had your period. "Fuck."

"Do you have a secret lover?" Sarah teased.

"John B, give me the keys to the Twinkie." You demanded.

John B fished them out of his pocket and handed them to you and you rushed out the door.

"Y/N, where are you going?!" Kiara called after you but you ignored her.

You hopped into the van and drove off quickly. When you pulled up to the drug store you ran inside and and bought five pregnancy tests and a gallon of water.

You leaned back in your seat and sighed after chugging as much water as you could.

You considered texting Rafe but you voted against it. You needed to be sure.

You drove back to the Chateau, grocery bag in hand as you locked yourself in the bathroom.

Two hours later you were standing over the counter, staring at the five plus signs set before you.

You couldn't help but cry. "Fuck..."

"Y/N?" You heard Sarah and Kie outside your door. You leaned back and swallowed. You had no idea what to do but telling a friend might be a good start.

You open the door and yank them into the bathroom. "Y/N! What's going on?" Sarah asks.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh before nodding your head towards the bathroom counter.

Sarah and Kie look at eachother before slowly walking towards where the five pregnancy tests sat. Five. And they were all positive.

"Oh shit, Y/N..." Sarah said.

Kiara swallowed. "Uhm...is this like a congratulations or a 'we need to go to the clinic right now' situation?"

"I don't know," You said, joining them by the sink. "I should probably talk to...to..him." Your eyes fell to your feet.

"Who, Y/N?" Kiara asked. "We can take you there, we're here for you."

You laugh and throw your head back.

"Y/N...Who is he?" Sarah asks.

You bite your lip as you look down to meet her eyes.

She was confused and concerned. She wanted to help but her and Kie were both nervous about what was going on.

"Rafe," You said softly, barely a whisper.

Kiara and Sarah looked at you with wide eyes. "Wait..Rafe? My brother?? Rafe's the dad?!" Sarah was practically screaming now.

"Shhhh!" You said as you ran and covered her mouth. "Yes, it's Rafe's okay! Can we please not scream it to the whole world?!"

Sarah was silent as you backed away from her.

"Since when have you been fucking Rafe Cameron?!" Kiara asks.

"Y/N, he's a piece of shit!" Sarah added.

"Okay, listen! We've been hooking up since Christmas and...I don't know. I thought it was a one time thing but it just kept happening."

"Is that where you go every night?!" Sarah asked.

You sigh and press your tongue to your inner cheek. "Yeah."

"So you're fucking my brother," Sarah scoffs.

"You're fucking mine!" You hiss back.

Sarah rolls her eyes and shrugs. "Touche. But Rafe's a fucking dick!"

"Yeah, I'm aware." You sigh as you lean back and sink to the floor. "Should I even tell him?"

"He'd wanna know," Sarah said softly. "As much as I hate him, he loves hard."

You feel your phone buzz and pull it from your pocket. "Fuck, it's Rafe."

You coming over tonight?

"I can't do this." You begin to cry, placing your head on your knees. "Rafe doesn't even care about me. I'm just pussy to him."

"I don't know, Y/N...He's always sucked at showing his true feelings."

You shake your head before Sarah can say anything else. You grab your phone and respond.

No. We shouldn't see each other anymore.

You hesitate but press send. It breaks your heart but you know this is the right thing.

Your phone buzzes again but you ignore it.

"I'm gonna call the clinic," You say as you excuse yourself from the bathroom and go sit on the porch, lighting up a cigarette.

Your fingers hover over the screen of your phone, not being able to bring yourself to do it.

"Fuck this!" You yell as you toss your phone across the patio.

"Y/N-"

"What John B?!"

"Are you okay?"

You were pacing now, taking drags off your cigarette as you tried to catch your breath.

"You shouldn't be smoking." John B says.

You turn to look at him. "Doesn't matter," You mutter.

"You're pregnant." John B states. You turn to look at him again. Annoyed the Kie and Sarah said anything. "And no, Kie and Sarah didn't tell me. I'm just not stupid."

You sit down and sigh, dragging your cigarette again.

Your phone continues to buzz from the other side of the porch. John B goes to pick it up. When you notice him staring at it you quickly snatch it from his hands.

"Rafe?" His voice is almost a whisper.

You sigh as you take your bottom lip between your teeth. "Yeah." You respond.

You look down at your phone to see the five messages Rafe had sent you.

What? What do you mean? Why?

Y/N, I'm sorry I was a dick last night.

Please talk to me.

I'm sorry...

I need to talk to you. Please.

"Are you gonna tell him?" John B asks.

You put your head in your hands as you try to choke back tears. You had not intended to find out you were pregnant today. Nor were you prepared for your brother and all your friends to find out you'd been fucking Rafe Cameron. It was all too overwhelming.

"I don't know," You respond honestly.

John B sighs. "Look, never been a fan of Rafe. I had no clue you two were.....close." He says, motioning towards your stomach. "But I think you should think about it a little more and talk to him before you make a final decision."

You chewed on his words for a moment before nodding in agreement.

_________

You locked yourself in your room for the rest of the night. Curled up under the covers as your phone continued to vibrate.

Nonstop calls and texts from Rafe. Since when has he cared so much? He was probably just coked out and horny.

You decided to shut your phone off. He'd have to find another girl to get his dick wet. Sex was the last thing you wanted right now.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, completely unsure of what to do.

The next three days were awful. Throwing up all morning, crying all afternoon. Your friends tried to be there for you but you continued to barricade yourself in your room. You'd come out once in a while to grab some food and water and instantly go back to your bed, binge watching Jersey Shore on your lap top under the covers.

You'd kept your phone off. You really just couldn't bring yourself to talk to anyone right now. And the people you would need to talk to were right outside the door.

_______

"Oh shit," Sarah said as she stood up from her spot on the porch, getting a better view of Rafe's truck pulling up to the Chateau.

The rest of the Pogues stood up too, not fully prepared to handle this situation.

"John B!" Rafe said as he hopped out of his truck. "John B, look man, I don't have any beef with you, alright? I just really need to see Y/N."

"She's not feeling great right now, man." John B responded.

Kiara slipped away and rushed to your bedroom.

You heard knocking on your door and you groaned. "What?"

"Y/N, uhm..." Kiara begins.

"What is it, Kie? I'm sleeping."

"Rafe's here."

Your chest tightens at her words.

"I don't-I don't think he's going to leave without seeing you, Y/N."

"Fuck me!" You whisper as you pinch the bridge of your nose. "I'll be out in a second!"

Kiara goes back to where Rafe and John B are arguing on the porch. "She'll be right out."

The boys shut up and look at her.

"Thank you." Rafe said.

You hop out of bed and open your door. The light of day almost blinding as your eyes adjusted. You instantly missed the dark warmth of your bed.

You slowly make your way to the porch. Your plaid pajama shorts clung loosely to your hips while your tank top hugged you tightly. Your hair was a wavy mess. You hadn't done anything to it in days. But you really couldn't care less at this point.

You shyly step outside. Rafe's eyes flicker to you, a small smile on his lips before taking in your appearance. Concern instantly washing over his face. "Y/N, are you okay?" He asked, taking a step closer to you and reaching for your hands.

You quickly pull away from him and he frowns. "Uhm, could you guys give us a minute?" You ask the group. They all nod hesitantly and head inside.

"Why are you here, Rafe?" You ask once the two of you are alone.

"I haven't heard from you in days. I-I got worried."

You sighed and looked down to your feet.

"Look, Y/N, I'm really sorry I've been such a dick. I'm trying to quit the blow it's just so hard, ya know?"

"It's fine, Rafe. I knew what this was from the beginning." You shrug.

"I like you." He admits. You look up at him. "I like you a lot. I suck at showing it and I get why you're probably sick of me. But I need you to know you're more than just sex to me."

"W-what do you mean?" You ask confused.

Rafe lets out a slow, shaky breathe and scratches the back of his head. "I'm not good at...at showing emotions," He begins. "I don't like being vulnerable. That's why I do coke, I guess. I've just-I've never been good at the whole feelings thing and I just really didn't know how to tell you how I really felt. But when you said you didn't want to see me anymore...." He trails off, looking down to meet your gaze. "I-it hurt me..."

Your expression softens and you give him a sympathetic smile.

"And if you don't want to see me anymore, I get it. I just wanted to tell you-"

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head into his chest. He was stunned for a moment but moved to wrap his arms around you tightly, nuzzling his face into your messy hair.

"I like you too, Rafe." You admit. "And I don't want to stop seeing you. I was just scared. There is something we need to talk about..."

"Anything, sweetheart," He says as he runs his fingers up and down your spine.

You swallow and squeeze your eyes shut. "Rafe, I'm pregnant." The words leave your lips without warning and you brace yourself for whatever is coming next.

Rafe stops moving. Your body tenses as you still cling to him. After a moment, he places his hands on your shoulders and pulls you back to look at him. "What did you say?"

"I-I'm pregnant. I was going to call the clinic but I thought I should talk to you about it first and I'm sorry I ignored you the last few days I just-"

Rafe starts shaking his head. "No, no, no, no, no, baby, shhhh." He says. "I just uhm...do you want to keep it?" He asks nervously.

"I-I mean...I've just never really thought about being a mom before."

"We can move you to Tannyhill," Rafe starts. "And I'll tell my dad I need more work and we'll save up and Wheezie can babysit and-"

"Rafe!" You stop him. You can't help but laugh. "Are you saying you want to keep it? I was only going to call the clinic because I thought you wouldn't want to..."

"Yes, yes!" He says, picking you up and twirling you around. When he sets you back down he takes your face between his hands and kisses you deeply. The kiss was passionate, filled with love, unlike the hungry make out sessions that usually stole your nights.

"I'm gonna be a dad!" Rafe yelled as he jumped off the porch, full of energy.

You laughed, tears of joy filling your eyes as you heard the Pogues come back out on the porch. This went way better than you had expected.

"I take it that went well?" John B asks as he watches Rafe run around in excitement.

"I don't think I've ever seen Rafe so happy before," Sarah chuckles beside you.

"Whoo! Okay!" Rafe says as he comes back over to you, practically out of breath. He gets on his knees and places kisses along your stomach. "I'm taking you to lunch. What do you want to eat? You can have whatever you want, baby, on me."

"Rafe," You laugh, running your fingers through his hair as he keeps his lips pressed to your belly. "Can I at least shower first?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course baby. You wanna shower here? Or we could go to my house,"

"Oh God, please go to Tannyhill." Sarah says, the rest of the group agreeing with her. "This here is a shared shower."

You laugh. "Let me just grab some things and we can go,"

"Okay," Rafe agrees, smiling as he watches you disappear into the Chateau.

"You gonna take care of her? And that baby?" John B asks as he stands next to Rafe.

"Definitely," Rafe responds. "She has no idea how happy she makes me. But I'm gonna show her."

John B nods and offers a small smile.

"Ready!" You say as you come back out, duffle bag over your shoulder.

Rafe takes it from you immediately and goes to put it in his truck.

"Congratulations," John B says, pulling you into a hug.

"Thanks, JB," You smile. "I'll call you later, okay? Stay out of trouble!" You command as you walk towards the truck.

"Aye-aye," He says, saluting you.

You smile as Rafe helps you into the passenger seat. "You ready to go, Mama?" He asks, brushing his hand over your still flat stomach.

You smirk at the gesture. "Definitely."

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[abigailovesz]

BIRDS OF A FEATHER

pairing: childhood bsf!reader x jj maybank

summary: you and jj against the world, thats how its always been but now, it seems as if the world was fighting against the two of you and only jj had a chance to stop it. but he couldn't. not when this was happening.

quote: 'nothing left to lose, without my baby'

warnings: a lot of angst, swearing, reader death/killing, alcohol addiction, flashbacks, main part set in season 3, some use of y/n, mentions of blood, foreshadowing, stabbing etc, mild description of murder.

a/n: may cause heartache or crying, im sorry :(( make sure you remember the first part, put it in your brain. ALSO BETTER TO READ IN LIGHT MODE.

7 YEARS OLD. 5,259,600 minutes.

"y'know your holding it completely wrong, jj."

there you were, sat on a wooden chair outside the backyard of john b's house, the chateau. it's what his dad called it, its what big john called it. Big john had always been a second father to you and jj. Your father had never been in the picture, and your mother had always been a workaholic. And, we all know jj's story with luke. "oh, come on!" jj whined, spongebob shirt covered in dirt from the recent activities down by the water. John b laughed mockingly, pointing a finger at jj with a ukulele tucked under the opposite arm.

yes, you were teaching them your most loved hobby.

"dude, your holding it upside down!" john b's high pitched words made jj pout and flip the ukulele around. You stood up, shorter than both of the boys but did they care? nope. "okay, look, you wrap your fingers round the top part and then the other one flicks the strings, got it?" you grabbed his wrist gently and placed it in the correct area.

jj nodded, eyes on his fingers while the blonde locks of hair fell in front of his face. "ugh, y/n my hair! i can't!" he whined once again, his head propping back up. you sighed and grabbed your hair tie, chunking his hair up and tying it onto the top of his head, making john b laugh harder.

you clapped your hands together enthusiastically, smiling with your rows of small teeth, some growing in and some still waiting to be pulled out. "okay, better?" you asked jj, putting a hand on your little hip. he nodded and went back to trying to put his fingers in the right place, unphased by the makeshift ponytail on the top of his head.

"Kids?"

Big john shouted, trudging his feet across the uncut lawn with a smile on his face, a very ancient looking piece of paper in his hand. "whats that, dad?" john b questioned, placing the ukulele on the outdoor table and swiping a curl out of his face, walking toward his father with curious eyes.

"jj, y/n c'mere i got a story" big john waved the two of you over, getting down on one knee to be level with all of you. When you and jj walked over there, you gasped and looked at big john. "Is it about unicorns?"

JJ chuckled and shook his head. "no! unicorns aren't real, dude"

you furrowed your small brows at him, lips forming into a pout. "yes they are!"

john b huffed. "stop arguing, dudes" he spoke sassily, crossing his arms and shifting his attention back to big john. Big john chuckled at the three of you and then nodded his head, adjusting his glasses. "this," he pointed to the map. "this is a treasure map, but it's not just any treasure map."

"what is it then?" jj asked, tilting his head, voice laced with interest.

"the golden merchant.."

little did you all know, this paper, this map, this plan? could change everything.

16 YEARS OLD. 525,600 minutes.

"and then- then he was like, bam!, then he did like, a flip! boom, the guy is knocked out blue. " jj rambled from the messy kitchen to pope and john b who probably weren't even listening. you and kie in the living room, creating friendship bracelets. "its 'knocked out cold', jj" you corrected, not looking up from the bracelet.

"ah, knocked out cold- then he was.." jj continued and continued, making you sigh and turn to kiara. "so, we're still doing a barbeque tonight, right?" With a questioning look on her face, kie looked up. "this place has a grill? and food?" she asked sarcastically, smiling cheekily.

"uh huh, crazy right?" you chuckled, tying off the last part of the bracelet. kie nodded, continuing her own. "JJ, c'mere dude" you half-shouted toward him, making his head snap toward you. "hmm?" he slid off the counter he was sitting on, beer bottle loosely hung in his hand as he made his way over.

you shifted on the couch, leaning on the backrest as you held out a bracelet, specifically reggae colors for him. "here ya go." you grabbed his wrist gently and tied the bracelet onto his wrist (which was already occupied with multiple others)

"oh, why thank you." he tipped his beer toward you, smiling- actually smiling. He loved when you made those for him and only him. Not kie, Not john b, Not pope. Him. "mmhm" you hummed, lips in a small smile as he observed the different colored bracelet.

"i got a whole wrist of em" he wiggled his fingers in front of his wrist, at least 3-6 different colors and different shaped bracelets covering some of his skin. some matching with you, some with john b, or some he stole from crappy stores.

"mmhm, and you ain't ever taking them off, right?" you teased, tilting your head with a little smile.

"you bet." he twirled around on his heels and moved his way back to the kitchen. you smiled, watching him before moving to face kie again. "m'kay, so, we still gotta go to the store to buy burger patties because my mama gave me some money, also we gotta bring jj, we need em for the stealing beer part"

…

"when were burgers invented?" jj asked out of nowhere, biting a whole chunk out of a hamburger. “uh, no idea.” John b spoke, laying a bun on the burger Pattie. Pope, ever so smart, answered easily.

“people are still debating but close to the 1900’s, near there.”

JJ nodded, making a ‘mm’ sound when he swallowed the food. “y/n, you got some sort of magic? Cause this shit is to die for.” you swallowed your burger and looked at him, crossing your ankles on the table. “you’d die for a burger?” You chuckled, making him smile. “Duh, y’know what else I’d die for?”

“hm?”

“you.”

His words made your heart skip a beat. Is he for real? You didn’t know. But, you’d do the exact same. “well I’d die for you too, maybank” you placed the burger on the paper plate, wiping small crumbs off your shirt. “And we’ll always be together, like- no fuckin falling apart, no cliche shit” he added.

“promise?”

“I promise.”

It sounded playful- to the pogues. But the look on your face, no, the look on JJ’s face? said the truth. You both promised.

but do promises always get kept?

17 YEARS OLD. 2,880 minutes

yes, it'd been a long year.

a year filled with mysteries, near death experiences and most importantly, gold. To be specific, the golden merchant. the one thing john b had been keeping most of his focus on. To either find his dad- which he did, and the gold- what his father wanted to find. And of course, he isn't doing it alone.

"Dude, where are they?" jj rasped, stood on the concrete of the runway beside you. John b sarah and kie in front of you two. "i dont know." john b sighed, running his fingers through his dirty curls. "We should get em, we should get in the twinkie and go get em," jj almost shouted, pointing a finger at the van.

"hey, there's pope and cleo." sarah turned toward the sound of a motorcycle engine. there they were, pope and cleo. "god." jj muttered, slinging his hand down to pick up his travel bag. "you guys waiting for us?" cleo shouted over the engine, arms wrapped around popes waist.

"yes we were, you're late." you said, throwing your hair up in a real messy bun, hair tie between your teeth as you got your hair bunched up. jj turns to pope and cleo, exhaling. "now did you actually convince your pops this time or.."

pope got off the bike, chucking a thumb toward cleo. "cleo convinced em"

jj hummed, clasping hands with cleo. "mmhm, that's it, that's what i'm talkin bout"

"okay, let's get on this..plane."

"its a jet, jj" you corrected.

The jet passes over wild tree covered mountains, the area specifically named, 'Orinoco basin'. It'd been a whole 12 hours, you'd all slept and now all of you are on the way to find john b's dad, and to find the golden merchant. "So tres rocas, that's where Neville said he would find the guy." john b said, sat on the leather seat of the jet, map in hand.

"Solona. that's the archaeological site."

you sat on the seat beside sarah, jj on your side- dead asleep. his head on your shoulder as he snored under his breath. He’d fallen asleep about 1 hour into the flight and you couldn’t do a thing to get him up.

while john b continued his rambling & his plan, you just focused on the clouds outside the window- what if something happened? What if someone got hurt? What if there is no gold? What is big john is already dead? What if-

“your doing that thing again.” sarah’s voice ran through your ears, making the repeated thoughts come to a end, your head moving over to the blonde. “what thing?” you spoke quietly, afraid you’d wake up JJ.

“the thing where you doze off and overthink.” Sarah answered, her tone suggestive- as if she could see right through you.

which she could. Because you were doing the thing.

“yeah it’s just, I hope big John’s okay. I hope you guys will be okay.” there it was, the thing you always did. The thing JJ noticed years ago. You never cared about yourself or what would or could happen to you.

“what about yourself?” sarah crossed one leg across the other, leaning forward absentmindedly.

“oh, me? I’m fine, I got this one.” you tried shrugging her concern off with a joke and a thumb chucked toward jj- still sleeping- beside you.

Sarah hummed, nodding and shifting her focus back to her boyfriend.

finally, an hour later, the plane came to a stop and you woke up JJ with a slap to the bicep and a little pinch on his cheek. all of you exited the plan one by one, JJ still walking with a lazy sway.

“ugh, y/n, my hair.” he pouted. god, and the not so subtle whine- it reminded you of years ago. Ukulele lessons and all that..

you snorted looking at him with a hand on your forehead, blocking the brightness of the sun with the back of your hand. “what? ya want a little ponytail?”

he nodded eagerly with exaggerated excitement, already bunching up a little bit of his hair. “mmhm.”

“alright, alright” you smiled, grabbing a black hair tie from your wrist and getting on your tippy toes to tie a fast pointy tail onto the top of his head, making him chuckle.

“he looks like a kid again,” John b chimed in, walking beside JJ with a backpack slung around his one shoulder.

“oh shut up i need somebody to be my hairdresser, duh” he made a dramatic sway with his hip, tilting his head up and making a loud sigh. …

“we gotta split up and I know it sounds stupid but we have to.” John b spoke, leaned against a tree with his hand clasped around his backpack strap.

“what?”

“No, hell no.”

John b sighed, obviously expecting that answer. “no, no- I’m saying we go in groups of two. Pope and Cleo. Y/n and JJ. me and Sarah. You all make sure nobody’s following- me and Sarah will do the big deal, please- I know it’ll work.”

15 minutes.

jj held up his machete like it was a shotgun, aimed toward ward. Sarah and the others all surrounded near the edge of a cliff, trees filled with outgrown vines, and the chime of crickets.

“Sarah, just- just give me the gold, and it will all be over.” ward pleaded, feigning innocence. no, he wasn’t innocent. Not at all.

“No. We found it. We keep it.” John b chimed in, stepping up next to Sarah. “god.” ward whispered to himself it seemed, pulling the trigger of his pistol and raising it to John bs chest with shaky hands.

Your eyes widened, about to step in when JJ grabbed your wrist and pulled you back with a firm grip. “stop.” He whispered through gritted teeth, eyes on you with an intensity that made you go silent immediately.

“dad, stop.” Sarah spoke while stepping infront of John b, lifting her hand to grab the skin of her father’s wrist. ward froze, eyes widening as he opened and closed his mouth.

Sarah grabbed the barrel of the gun and placed the tip of it on her chest, looking at her father. “If you’re going to shoot anyone, let it be me.”

but then, another voice joined in. raspy, cold and low. “wait a minute, ward.”

All of it. All the voices. All the people. All the tension. It all elevated into something you’d never expect. First, It was Sarah holding a loaded gun to her chest, then it was a new man coming into the already crazy area, then it was ward running toward one of Singh’s men, a gun getting shot into the air and into his chest while the other men ran him down toward the edge of the cliff.

but something did happen. Something nobody noticed until ward had been knocked dead onto the jungle floor. When that man had been running and shooting a gun, a bullet did not just only enter wards body.

It also entered yours.

it all hit you when you felt as if you needed water. Like you needed it in one instant or you’d collapse. But, it wasn’t water you needed. You brought your dirty, shaky hands down to your abdomen where there was some sort of clenched feeling, holding your breath while stood beside JJ- who was staring down at the two dead men at the bottom of the cliff.

Did he know yet? No.

Did any of them know? No.

when your skin touches the fabric of your shorts, you felt it. The blood. And you could smell it. The metallic scent. your eyes widened when you looked down- the hole in your jean shorts, the blood slowly seeping out of the fabric and skin. The pain shooting through every section of your already aching body. your eyesight blurred around the edges, making your brain feel fuzzy inside.

that’s when JJ noticed.

and then John b.

And then everyone else.

JJ froze. Like literally. His hands went still, his body wasn’t moving- not one bit. The only thing that was moving was his face. His mouth. His eyes. His eyebrows- but you couldn’t see it. It was like the only thing you could see was the blurry, blonde color of his hair.

then, your knees buckled, JJ caught you before you could collapse to the floor and rushed to sit you down against one of the tall trees, making you groan when the pain increased and increased in your abdomen.

“hey, breathe, it’s fine- just a scratch, yeah, right? Right pope?!” He shouted toward pope, his fingers trembling as he ripped a piece of fabric from his greasy shirt.

Pope didn’t answer. He just kept pacing and pacing while talking to himself- ‘we don’t have any service here, there’s no hospital near here, we’re done. We’re done. We’re done.”

JJ sniffed and looked back at you with wide, panicked eyes. He looked at your already weak face and you could just barely see the little beads of tears on the rims of his eyes.

7 minutes.

It felt like time had all paused in that agonizing moment. For him, the world seemed to have just narrowed down to you and him. It’d been only one minute since he saw the blood but it feels as if it’s been a whole life time. His breathing is labored, his chin won’t stop wobbling And tears have already stumbled there way out of his eyes. his lungs won’t seem to work.

You blink up at him, eyes blurring with now darkness. He looks at you- you’re too fucking pale, you’re dying but he won’t admit it. He can’t. His hair falls infront of his face, the hair tie had already fallen out from all the running and you’d picked it up and snapped it back onto your wrist.

a small, weak smile came to your lips and a shuddering breath left your throat. “y/n, my hair..” you mocked with amusement- half sadness though it just made jjs tears fall harder. Faster.

“shut up..” He whispered and continued applying pressure to the wound. He hated how you sounded as if you were giving up. Breaking the promise.

But the blood would not stop.

5 minutes.

JJ whipped his head back, jaw clenched and teeth gritted so hard John b swore he could hear the sound of teeth against teeth. “Somebody do something! Now! Don’t just stand there!” he tried being loud. He really did. But every word just had a small crack.

“we’re trying, okay?” John b shouted, crouched beside JJ while searching through his backpack with trembling hands. He didn’t want to lose you- nobody did. You didn’t deserve it. Not at all.

you could feel the panic coming from them. The desperation. But you couldn’t hear it. You could only hear the ringing in your ears and just muffled voices. And the pain? The pain was too much. It felt as if the bullet was hitting you again and again each time the pain shot through your body.

“you just gotta- you gotta breath..please, I’ll help- I’ll help you yeah?” JJ rambled, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. But it wouldn’t stop. and you couldn’t hear him- you could only feel his shaky hands. That’s all.

“I ca-“ you tried, the attempt making your throat squeeze. Blood clotted up to your mouth in which you couldn’t swallow down. You coughed, blood dribbling down the corner of your lip. jjs eyes widened, his breathing fastening. He wiped the blood from your lip with his thumb, a choked sound- like a groan and a sob- left his throat as he realized.

There’s no hospital near here. No doctors. Not fucking anybody.

“please don’t- don’t leave.” he started. “you promised. We both did.” he sniffed, wiping his blood- your blood- covered hand against his cheek to wipe a few tears.

1 minute.

pope watched frozen. Silent. His hands barely shaking as tears silently left his eyes. He watched JJ- back to him, his shoulders shaking almost at the same pace as his heart with sobs. He looked worse than the time in the hot tub, bruises scattered across his skin. And who was there? You. Who made him feel better? You. And now? JJ couldn't do anything. Nothing to make you feel better, to make the wound go away.

50 seconds.

“you promised. you did!-“ he stopped. Dry sobs leaving his throat. He looked directly at your face. Your eyes closed but your chest still slightly rising and falling- but barely. Not enough. “you promised..” he whispered. Quieter. Hushed.

you don’t respond. your eyes remain shut, breathing becoming more labored.

Terror squeezes JJ’s chest, gripping him like a vice. He shifts, cradling your head in his lap as he adds pressure against the wound in a futile attempt to stanch the bleeding.

“No, no, no,” he murmurs, stroking your face, your hair. His hands shaking violently. “You don’t get to do this, you don’t get to leave me, do you understand? You don’t get to leave me.”

45 seconds.

JJ reached toward your wrist, grabbing all 4 of your bracelets with trembling hands, his shoulders still shaking. “your going to be okay.” He whispered. Either to himself or to you, he didn’t know. He slid your bracelets onto his wrist and watched your limp body- slumped against the tree.

You looked like you were sleeping. God, he wished you were. But you weren’t-

JJ’s dreams and wishes never came true. He’d always wanted a normal life- he never said that. He’d always wanted a mother. He’d never admit it. He’d always wanted a surf trip with you. He never got that. He never will. And most importantly? He will never have you. He’ll never get to say that he loves you.

Or will he?

“I love you.” He said. It sounded Iike a question. Not to himself. Not to you. It sounded desperate- like his words would make you come back and tie up his hair, like usual.

And somehow, it did. Not the way he wished it would be- you coming back- but, you answered. “I love..you too.” you whispered. Weakly- it sounded so weak. But he knew you meant it. He always trusted you.

5 seconds.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, breath shuddering as he watched your chest stop. It stopped moving. JJ held his breath and lifted his hand just as your head lolled to the side. He rushed to check your pulse, holding it there for 3 seconds. Your gone. Your gone.

“No. No- John b..she’s not. She’s not dead. She was just..just” He trailed off, hands falling to his side, head dropping down to the floor as he squeezed his eyes shut- pinching his leg to see if this was actually real. He wishes it was.

But his dreams and wishes never come true.

and now that you're gone? he doesn't have any more dreams.

he only has nightmares.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

who did this to you?

words: 1.4k

warnings: parental abuse!, drinking, physical violence, cursing, kind of allusions to sex?? but its pretty vague imo, reader has a bruise and its briefly described

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @winterrrnight @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450

you groan hearing the engine roar behind you, being able to tell exactly whose truck it was from the sound alone. and just like normal, rafe cameron had spectacularly bad timing.

“where you going, princess?” rafe calls out the window, of course pulling to the side of the road when he sees you walking.

“piss off, cameron.” you call, not turning to look at him. “im not in the fucking mood for it today.”

“such dirty words for a princess to be using.” rafe tsks, using the ironic nickname that somehow shifted from pogue princess from when you first moved to town, to now just princess. 

“not that i ever want to see you rafe, but especially not today.” you simply keep walking, hoping that rafe would piss off or get bored and drive away, but he stays rolling slowly along next to you.

“okay, cut it out.” rafe shouts. “it’s starting to get dark, just get in so i can give you a ride home.”

“not going home.” you shrug, finally looking over to rafe.

upon making eye contact, you can see his eyebrows rise, and he immediately slams on the trucks breaks and puts it into park, not caring that he’s stopped in the middle of the road. he gets out of the truck with a harsh slam of his door, his chest heaving as he rounds the bonnet to join you on the sidewalk.

“what happened?” his hand comes to cup your jaw gently, turning your face into the streetlight to give him a better view of the purple bruise forming around your temple. “who did this to you?”

“it’s nothing rafe.” you shove his hand away. “don’t act like you fucking care about me now.”

you try to push past him, continue your walk in the general direction of popes house, hoping his parents wouldn’t mind you crashing there for the night, but rafe stops you with firm hands on both your shoulders. “i may give you shit for being a pogue, but that doesn’t mean i want to see you hurt, princess. now tell me who did this to you. was it jj?”

tears well in your eyes at the very thought of your good friend putting his hands on you, and it just further exemplifies the differences between the kooks and pogues for rafe to not even realize how absurd it is to mention jj. he sees him as violent and dangerous, nothing more.

“no, it wasn’t jj, you dick.”

“then tell me who!” rafe shouts, shaking your shoulders slightly, making you cower back when his voice raises.

“fuck.” rafe sighs out, hands instantly dropping to his sides. “i’m sorry- i’m so sorry princess, i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“stop it.” you plead, letting your tears flow freely down your cheeks, an intense build up from since you started holding them back hours ago. “stop treating me like this, just go back to being a jerk and calling me a dirty pogue.”

“y/n.” rafe states your name firmly, and it almost shocks you. you know he knows it, but he always goes for calling you princess rather than what everyone else calls you. “tell me what happened, please. i do care.”

“it was my dad.” you blurt out. “there? are you fucking happy? that my dad got drunk and threw a fucking beer bottle at me. i was lucky it didn’t break and cut my eye. is that what you wanted to know? my fucking sob story so you can use it against me next time?”

“princess…” rafe sighs, letting you collapse into his chest, no longer able to hold back the sobs racking your body, shoulders shaking at the intensity.

your knees give out, and rafe lowers to the ground with you, effortlessly scooping you onto his lap as your hands grasp at his shirt, keeping your face pressed against his chest, making a mess of snot and tears on the fabric, but you’re far too emotional to care.

“breathe, princess, please. you’re gonna pass out.” rafe strokes over your back, trying to encourage you to get some sort of control on your sobs, but the sweetness of his touch, so counter to what you’ve felt from him before, has you choking on your breath.

“hey-fuck, your lips are turning blue. calm down, please.” rafe says after pulling your head away from his chest once you stopped making noises, your body still shaking with tears pouring down your face.

“fuck.” rafe groans, not knowing what to do to make you relax enough to breath, so he does the only thing he can think of and presses his mouth against yours, moving his lips until you kiss him back, taking a deep breath through your nose as you slide your lips against his, gasping and getting more air in your lungs with he licks his tongue out against your bottom lip, asking for permission.

“rafe, what the fuck?” you ask, but your voice is soft and mumbled, still recovering.

“i needed some way to calm you down.” rafe shrugs, acting far too casual for someone who just made out with you on the side of the road, sat on the sidewalk.

“this doesn’t mean i like you now.” you state, although you are thankful for the kiss, it pulled you very quickly of whatever spiral you were going down.

“of course not.” rafe nods. “even if i was a good kisser.”

“i never said that.” you frown, looking down to realize that you’re still sitting on rafes lap. you stand on shaky legs, annoyed that rafe so effortlessly stands up next to you, like he is completely unaffected.

“come on, you can stay at my house. or i can give you a ride to popes or kiaras. just… i’m not leaving you out here.”

“you can take me to popes.” you say, noting how dark its gotten and really not wanting to walk the rest of the way.

rafe opens the passenger side door, and you climb up into his truck, resisting the word to insult the stupidity of the height, considering rafe did just save you from a panic attack and is now giving you a ride.

“where do you live? is it that blue cottage?” rafe asks once he starts the car and begins the drive, leaving you to recover for a few minutes before questioning you.

“yeah, why?” you question.

“just going to have a chat with your dad.” rafe says, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“rafe-” you turn to him. “please don’t do anything. i can take care of it on my own, i don’t need some kook coming into my business-” “fucking stop with the kooks and pogues!” rafe shouts, not caring that you flinch this time, wanting the words to hurt. “i don’t fucking care about that when it comes to you, why can’t you see that princess?”

“stop the car.” you tell rafe.

“no, i’m taking you to popes.” rafe argues back.

“no, stop the car because i want to fucking kiss you again!” you say, body pressing forward against your seatbelt when rafe quickly presses the brake to the floor. he undoes his seatbelt as you undo yours, meeting in the middle as your lips crash together, and the kiss is anything but soft, an epic meeting of teeth and tongue as you both fight for dominance.

rafe wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in closer until you have to move one leg over his lap to straddle him, letting your bodies mold together as you moan into his mouth, your hands grabbing at his hair, and then gliding down to feel the cords of muscle on his neck, the firmness of his shoulders.

“you drive me fucking wild, princess.” rafe says against your lips, taking your bottom lip into his teeth and giving it a tug.

“i take it back, rafe. take me to your house.” rafe smiles, giving you another quick peck before you separate, but this time you stay in the center seat, rafes hand firmly on your thigh as he speeds towards tanneyhill.

“don’t think this means i’m not going to talk to your dad.” rafe says as he gets closer.

“it’s fine, really.” you say. “he was just drunk, he doesn’t drink very often.”

“princess, he hurt you. you deserve to feel safe in your own home.” rafe explains as he puts the car into park, quickly shutting off the engine. “or i can just kidnap you and keep you here with me. turn you full kook.” he smirks, hands gripping your waist and bringing your lips together.

“never gonna happen, cameron.” you smile against his mouth. “pogue for life.”

[coco-cinnamon]

Intimate Friends

Warnings: cursing, hinting at smut, mentions of abuse, mentions of violence, mentions of drinking, mentions of an abusive parent, fluff, friends to lovers, slight teasing??, small hints of sex, 18+ MDNI!

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which JJ and Y/N had been best friends since the sandbox days and they had both liked eachother but, neither of them knew about each others feelings, until their feelings for eachother come out in a unexpected way.

Author's Note: I may make a part 2 if y'all want one!

JJ Maybank Masterlist | JJ Maybank Concepts

coco-cinnamon. please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

You and JJ had just gotten back to your small apartment. The two of you had been out all day with John B, Sarah, Pope, Kiara and Cleo. You had all gone surfing and driving around in The Twinkie all day, just having fun with your friends, no your family. Since JJ had a lot of issues with his father, Luke, you offered to let him stay at your place for the night since John B was not going to be at The Chateau tonight. "Again, thank you for letting me stay, Y/N." JJ said as he sat down on your couch.

"Of course, Jayj." You said with a warm smile as you put your bag down on the counter. "I know my apartment is really small and all but, you are welcome to stay anytime." You said to him as you sat down beside him on the sofa.

"No, no, staying here is perfect. It is better than being with my dead beat, drunken father." He said with a sigh. You frowned. You always felt terrible about JJ's living situation and about his relationship with his dad. He did not deserve to be treated that way at all. He was one of the most caring people you knew, and when you'd see him with cuts, bruises, blood, and scars your heart shattered into a million pieces every time. You just wanted to get JJ out of there as soon as possible. You had always offered to let him live with you but he always rejected the idea because he felt bad for putting more onto your plate even though he wasn't.

"So, are you hungry? I can order us a pizza." You said with a smile.

"Yeah, pizza sounds good, thanks Cupcake." He said with a grin. You smile and quickly walk up and go over to the counter to get your phone out of your handbag before he can see your reddened face.

"I cannot believe we ate all of that pizza." You said with a laugh.

"I can." JJ said. "I was starving." He chuckled.

"So, do you want to watch a movie or something on Netflix?" You asked. He just nodded so you grabbed the remote. The two of you picked a movie to watch and sat together and began to watch it.

As the two of you were watching the film, you began to get cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself to try to keep warm. JJ noticed your attempts to keep yourself warm and decided to speak. "Come here." He said.

"Huh?" You said as you looked over at the blonde boy.

"Come here." He said again but this time he patted his lap. You looked at him in confusion.

"Why do you want me to get in your lap?" You asked.

"Well you're cold, aren't you?" He asked.

"I- well yeah." You said.

"Well then come here, Cupcake." He laughed. You had sat in JJ's lap before but never when the two of you were alone. You did not really know what to expect. You sighed softly before crawling over to JJ and situating yourself into his lap. You sat down at first but then you felt uncomfortable so you shifted in his lap a little to get yourself comfortable.

JJ stiffened a little and he had bit his lip softly. As you began to feel comfortable again, you froze. You felt something poking at you through his shorts.

"Can you empty your pockets?" You asked even though you knew what was poking at you, you were just in denial.

"Uhm.. I don't have anything in my pockets." JJ said with a cough.

"Y- you don't?" You asked.

"Nope.." he mumbled awkwardly. You sat there for a minute, now processing the situation.

"I turned you on?" You asked, a little shocked.

"Mhm." He hummed softly.

"I- but we are friends- best friends. So you have some kind of like sexual attraction for me?" You asked.

"It is more than just a sexual attraction." He sighed.

"It is?" You asked. He sighed and took a second before speaking.

"Look Y/N, I like you. Like really like you. I have for years now." He said. "Since we were little. No matter what girls I was hooking up with or dating, I always wanted you." He stopped and looked away.

"Wow.." You said softly.

"I cannot believe this." You said. "I- I know that this may make things awkward-"

"I like you too!" You blurted out, cutting his sentence off. He looked at you like he was not expecting you to feel the same way. "Like I really, really like you, Jayj." You said with a soft chuckle. He grinned when he herd you say that before pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss started off soft and sweet but then turned rough and passionate.

"How about I show you how much I like you." He said with a devilish smirk. "I would love that." You said with a grin before the two of you kissed again.

Author's Note: tysm for reading, angels!

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

chasing city lights

chapter 11 - flatline

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

masterlist

cw: language

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after your day with rafe yesterday, the girls had so many questions and you told them everything, down to the song he wrote for you. what you didn't expect however, was that the song was going to be released in a few days time.

"i genuinely can't believe this," sarah started, "i mean him opening up to you? the commincation? the song? where is rafe and what have you done with him." she giggled.

"no y/n i don't think you understand the extent of this. like we've all been friends with rafe for a good 6 years, and i have never seen a girl have this affect on him before."

"guys stop you're making me think i'm some kind of miracle." you laughed with them.

"that's because you are a miracle." cleo joined in.

"so do you think you'll become official soon...?" sarah questioned.

"i don't know, the fans already think we are." you stated.

"the fans are fucking crazy. you'll get used to that i promise. when me and pope started dating everyone went bonkers over it." cleo reassured you.

"i guess so, it's okay i don't mind it, it's just getting used to seeing my face whenever i open twitter." you said. "whatever, we've got a flight to catch." you all finished your last minute packing and made your way into the car that was waiting for you outside the hotel.

part of you was sad to be leaving the state you had made so many memories in, but you knew heading back to new york all together was just the beginning for this new chapter for you and rafe.

once you made it to the airport, you found the rest of the boys who had left earlier as they all entered 'dad mode' and were getting stressed, john b to blame for that.

"finally you're here!" john b began as he saw you walk through the door.

"yeah thought we were gonna have to leave without you." pope said sarcastically.

"enough. we're here now aren't we?" cleo said rhetorically.

"yes ma'am" jj joined in, everyone was in agreement that cleo was the boss of the group.

you made your way to say hi to topper, who was slowly starting to become his usual self again, you assumed him and rafe had a conversation to try and clear the air.

but you eventually made it to rafe, who looked like his was patiently waiting his turn to get your attention, "hey you" he said.

"hey" you replied with a slight blush, "i didn't know you were actually going to release the song." you rushed out.

a look of concern took over him, "do you mind?" he asked worriedly.

"no! no i'm happy" you started, "but the fans are a little crazy."

"yeah i know they are and i should've warned you about that, but the best ones mean no harm and all you can try and do is ignore them." he replied.

"hard to ignore them when they're commenting on everything i post." you quietly said.

"i can say something if it really bothers you, okay?" he softly reached out to give your hand a squeeze.

"okay" you smiled at him, always putting you at ease.

"ok love birds pack it in," jj hollered "i don't think this plane is going to wait for us."

"whatever dude" rafe grinned, "ready?" he turned to you.

"ready."

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a/n: sorry guys i made this chapter a lot more smau, just as i had the idea to do the thread (which took me ages LAWD) and also wanted to get the song mentioned ! 5 points to anyone who knows the actual song and band🙈

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[moremaybank]

— concepts ⭑𓂃 ( one ) ( two )

— jj maybank !

is jj an ass or tits man?

jj obnoxiously moaning whenever his girl touches him anywhere

jj having sex in the twinkie and keeping it as his dirty little secret

pretending to love the songs in jj's sex playlist

rough make-out sessions with jj

jj liking the idea of a threesome but being too jealous and possessive to go through with it

dad!jj with a breeding kink

jj bragging about you and everything the two of you do in bed

jj leaving hickies all over you and admiring them

angry sex with boyfriend!jj

rafe spitting into your mouth while choking you / sucking jj off while he's on the phone

being pregnant with yours and jj’s fifth child

jj distracts you from studying

jj using his smile to get his way

your daughter scolds jj for being mean to john b

jj and your son tuck you in

jj buys you flowers

jj comforting you when you’re insecure about your smaller chest

your daughter calling jj by his name for the first time

jj gets jealous of your teddy bear

jj finally getting a daddy's girl after three boys

breeding kink!jj being even more obsessed with your tits during pregnancy

jj painting your nails for you and curling the back of your hair for you

the maybank boys fighting like jj and john b did when they were kids

jj having a tough exterior in public but being soft in private with kook!reader

jj sneaking in through your window and going down on you while your parents are across the hall

jj spitting in your mouth

making jj mad/jealous

jj moaning when you pull his hair

jj is mad at you and takes it out on you in the bathroom at a party

jj letting you sit on his face

jj teaching you how to give him a hickey

jj shoving his ringed fingers in your mouth while you're crying from overstimulation

reassuring aftercare with jj

pussy drunk!jj

jj getting physically clingy when jealous

the morning after your first time with jj

soft morning sex with jj on vacation

jj mocking your moans during sex

jj walks in on you watching porn and casually watches with you

giggly sex with jj

jj sulking when you walk around butt naked after an argument

dad!jj during your pregnancy

sexual tension between jj and routledge!reader

going down on jj under the covers while john b is oblivious about it

pranking jj and telling him to leave the room so you can change

jj wiping away your tears when you’re crying

jj grabbing your hips and practically grinding against you when he moves past you while john b gives him the death stare

dad!jj and your shy daughter

having to kick pope out of his seat when you're pregnant with yours and jj's sixth child

being jj's cum dump

titty-fucking with jj

jj taking you to the parking lot party outside of a taylor show since you couldn't afford tickets

travelling with porn vlogger!jj

jj begging you to call in sick from work

getting an ‘eat me’ tattoo for jj

jj teasing his girl with a praise kink

jj letting john b and pope watch while he fucks you

jj with a shy & short girlfriend who has a height kink

jj catching you and rafe (routledge!reader)

jj being jealous of your new kitten

dad!jj being proud of his bubbas for all their little accomplishments

ab riding with jj

wrapping jj's dick in fruit roll ups and sucking him off

temperature play with jj

intense eye contact with jj while he tries to get you to give in to him

playing cards with jj and catching him cheating

doing jj's makeup and painting his nails to help him embrace his softer side

warming jj while watching a horror film

going camping with the pogues and jj needs to keep you quiet in your tent

scolding jj over something and he keeps on kissing you

jj asking you to read one of your smutty books to him

calling each other out on your kinks and jj mentions his breeding kink

jj surprising you at the airport when you come home

calling jj your husband to see his reaction

jj marking up your neck (and tits)

jj has to leave for work and you won't let him (pregnant!reader)

— rafe cameron !

rafe spitting into your mouth while choking you / sucking jj off while he's on the phone

not being used to wearing heels while at midsummers with rafe

dating rafe and not being used to the comfy life

rafe buys you your favourite flowers for your birthday

dating teacher!rafe in secret and revealing to your students that you two are engaged

rafe slapping your hand away while fucking you in missionary

rafe being obsessed with your ass

rafe comforting you when you’re insecure about getting braces

rafe doing lines off your body

grumpy x sunshine with rafe: going to disneyworld together

jj catching you and rafe (routledge!reader)

rafe fucking you at night while your parents are home

the thought of you with someone else makes rafe jealous and grumpy

the pogues find a secret video of you and rafe on your phone and find out that you're together

being obsessed with rafe's hands

rough makeout sessions with rafe

rafe stops you when you hide your face from him

kai parker !

sneaking kai into the salvatore house

oral fixation with kai parker

— steve harrington !

finally letting sub!steve cum

— eddie munson !

making eddie nervous

[appledotfawn]

you’re no good for me, but baby i want you // declan o’hara

cw•professor x student, angst, smut, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart and darling), infidelity.

summary•your favorite professor reads over an essay that you accidentally slipped too much truth into, revealing your feelings for him.

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declan o’hara, esteemed journalist and your best friends dad. which was always jolting to remember when you were sat on his desk watching him grade papers. you were his favorite student, everyone at the school knew it. what they didn’t know is that you were in a relationship with him. if that’s what you could even call it, you didn’t really know what you two were. there was flirting, occasional touching, and eye contact. or, eye-fucking, as caitlin once said when referring to maude, declan’s wife, and her newest eye-candy. “she’s eye fucking him,” caitlin had muttered in the kitchen as you helped taggie shuck corn husks for a party last month.

declan is concentrating on the papers before him, muttering things to himself like: “who the fuck says the pope is the epitome of righteousness?” and “oxford commas are being utterly abused.” while shaking his head in disbelief. this was your ritual, after the herd of students filters out after his last lecture, which you conveniently were in, you’d walk down the steps and take a seat in the chair across from him. it started off as him asking if you’d be coming around for dinner that weekend, or if taggie had mentioned a party. then it became a habit of small talk, keeping you there for longer than appropriate. and soon, your seat became his desk. his second chair was stolen by some “cunt” of a TA, in declan’s words. and he let you sit upon his dark wood desk. so it shouldn’t have come as a shock to you when mr o’hara invited you over for the holidays.

and as your feet peddled up the long driveway to the o’hara’s, you noticed a lack of cars in the driveway. taggie must be out, and maude must be too. you knock lightly, and a messy haired declan opens the door. you had seen him casually dressed, but this? he was without a shirt and with damp hair pushed back. you tried not to gawk at him while he swung the door open. “shit, forgot you were comin’. everyone else went ahead and fled the scene after maude and i got into it.” he explains and you continue to stare. unsure of what the next move is here. would it be too selfish to waltz right into the devils den? or is the appropriate thing to do here to cut your losses and head back home?

declan laughs with a shake of his head, “probably shouldn’t have told you that last bit.” and you shake your head quickly, jumping to ease his embarrassment. “oh god, no really it’s fine. i get an ear full about it from tag anyways.” you laugh and go wide-eyed at the slight confession. “all within reason of course.” you expand and declan’s smiles and opens the door wider. you step in, he shuts it behind you.

as you stand in the doorway, uneasy—you have been in this house often, in fact it was like your second home but without taggie… it felt like a strange foreign place. declan stalks into the kitchen, grabbing a button up from the kitchen chair, buttoning up quickly before coming back to you. “i’m sorry, i know you expected tag.” he sighs and you shake your head. “it’s no worries, honestly. the drive back is short enough,” you explain and declan’s smile drops. “oh you don’t have to do that? surely you could stay for a bit? i promise i can sometimes will myself to be slightly less of a dick.” his words make you laugh. he is a dick. half of his students hate him for his harshness and sarcasm, but that always seemed to charm you. “i’ll stay for a bit then.” you hum and he smiles warmly.

you find yourself on the couch, the fireplace roaring and crackling. a mug of tea in your hands while declan sips on rum. he’s leaned back, completely comfortable. you’ve never seen him like this, he’s usually so uptight, so tense from maude and her infidelity—which is most likely something you should be oblivious too, but the fact that you’re not only adds to the element of obscenity. “i read your essay earlier by the way,” he hums, his voice has grown raspy with the alcohol. you fight off the embarrassment. “oh,” you hum. you weren’t sure what to say. “it was brilliant,” declan murmurs and your eyes catch his dark brown ones.

“seriously?” you ask and he nods slowly. “i’ve never read anything like it, sweetheart.” you have no choice but to give in to the flushing of your cheeks. “that really means a lot,” you scramble to find words and declan grins while taking a sip of rum. “s’for that creative writing class, yeah?” he questions and you nod. “yeah, we were told to write about the grappling of morality.” you explain, and he hums in understanding. “and you chose to write about an affair?” he questions with a bit of humor and you nod slowly.

“yeah, i guess it’s just the first thing that came to mind.” you shrug and declan grins. “an affair between a student and a teacher no less. i bet that ruffled feathers.” he notes and you shake your head. “professor cauldlin was understanding of the topic.. even complimented me on the complexity of the situation.” you brag. declan cocks his head, “the complexity in the married man who’s wife cheats on him, and the feelings that fuel his side of the affair. i think s’brilliant.” he smiles again, and you feel your stomach flutter.

you always had a thing for that. the compliments. it was intoxicating hearing this from him. “thank you.” you hum. “so, you and maude aren’t in the holiday spirit?” you knew it was tricky to bring her up. you knew it might be wrong. might set the wrong impression, might set this beautiful delicate paper house you have on fire but you couldn’t resist it. “is maude marie in your essay?” you jerk back at his slow words. eyes wide. “the adulterating wife?” he continues.

his brows raise. and you sit in silence. your eyes communicating things your mouths can’t. do we want to go there? can we? “yes.” you sigh and declan nods his head. “and that’d make me danny?” you chew on the inside of your cheek while you think of a way out of this. because this humiliation.. it was cruel. “not exactly,” you fight back. and declan nods with a grin. “what’s that mean?” he leans forward. your eyes catch his. “i’m not the narrator.” you explain but it’s useless by now. he’s got you all figured out.

“but you are the writer, aren’t you, darling?” his voice is deep and gravelly now. it sent shivers down your back. “it’s fiction.” you explain and he nods its head. “i’m painfully aware of that.” he murmurs.

“declan,” you sigh and he looks down at you. “i’m sorry if i’ve offended you, and your marriage—i never in a million years would have wanted that—“ declan’s hand comes up over your mouth. a smug grin on his face. “do you have any idea how worked up those pages got me? reading about all of this filth you’ve conjured up?” your cheeks burn under his palm. “i’d sneak out of bed to go read those pages. my one and only vice. i’ve tried to stay loyal to maude and keep out of trouble when it comes to you but you sat this dirty prayer in the form of a manuscript on my desk and i lost it all that day. all of my will, all of my honor.” he mutters, almost furiously. it’s been eating at him, you can tell just how distraught this has made him.

your brows furrow at the confession. “i—“ you mumble into his palm as your hand wraps around his forearm, pulling his hand from your mouth. “i never meant for this to happen,” you explain softly while his eyes look at up at you servilely. his eyes beg for a release. “you did,” he whispers and you shake your head, refusing the truth. “i didn’t,” you counter and his hands come up to cup your face. “you did, for fucksake what else did you think would come from me reading it?” he puts you on the spot and you blank. christ, is this what you wanted?

“i… i don’t know,” you fumble over your words. “hey,” his eyes catch yours as he dips to your eye-line. your eyes catch onto his an this feeling of complete peace washes over you. if this is wrong, you don’t want to be right, ever. your hand rests on his cupping your face while you look into his eyes. “declan,” you sigh again and he smiles softly. you were some sort of drug to him. “what sweetheart, tell me.” he whispers.

“we can’t do this. taggie and—and maude.” you shock yourself with the guilt overpowering the intoxication of him. his eyes close and he sighs. “i know. i know.” he huffs. you nod slowly, your thumbs sweeping over the back of his palms. his eyes open and they’re soft. they’re warm and inviting. “you’re right,” he whispers, going to pull away but your fingers tightly on his hands, holding them to you. he comes back with force, his lips meeting yours in a rushed collision.

it’s messy, it’s heated. your hands paw at his biceps and shoulders, slipping to the back of his neck as you pull him in. his tongue swipes over your bottom lip and you groan, relaxing into him. declan guides you to lay down on the couch, your lips never leaving his. your hands climb into the back of his dark curls, tugging on the roots roughly. declan moans into your lips, and between your legs pulses with want and need. “we should stop,” he pants as he kisses down your jaw, your head tilting back as you nod, slightly agreeing. his lips drag down the side of your neck, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. “tell me to stop,” he pants into the curve of your neck as he sucks and presses kisses into the soft skin there. your back arches into him, gripping at his hair once again. “declan,” you whimper softly while his hands slip up under your shirt.

his rough hands scraping against the softness of your skin. “you’re so perfect,” he murmurs as he kisses down your collarbones. “i don’t know how i kept myself from you all this time,” he continues as he nips as the skin of your chest. your shirt lifts and gathers just above your chest as declan kisses down your navel. “i won’t be able to stop myself now that i’ve felt you,” you moan at his words.

his lips trail down your stomach, his facial hair scraping you satisfyingly. his lips and hands stop above your jeans. “tell me how to stop,” he whispers pathetically, desperately. you can see the struggle in his eyes. the conflict you so empathetically wrote about in your essay. your legs spread for him, and he groaned at the gesture. his fingers quickly undid your pants, slipping them off before he could second guess himself. he had thought about this more than once with his hand wrapped tightly around himself, but this moment didn’t compare to those.

his fingers traced the delicate lace of your underwear carefully before pulling it to the side. his fingers trace up and down your core slowly, causing your hips to buck ever so slightly. “christ, you’re wet.” he whispers, looking up at you with want-filled brown eyes. you whimper at the feeling of him. your arm hooks over his shoulders and you pull yourself up onto his knees. straddling his waist. the action makes his fingers hit your clit just right.

your head falls into his neck, whimpering softly. “jesus christ,” you sigh. declan’s fingers circle your clit slowly, applying pressure. “i can feel your cunt beggin’ for me.” he whispers into your hair and you grind your hips onto his fingers. “declan, please, i need you.” you beg.

his fingertips slip down to your entrance, circling there. you whimper and try to grind onto them but he pulls them back each time. “patient,” he hums. you whine, shaking your head. “you have no idea how much i’ve wanted this, i can’t—“ you beg pathetically and while you do, declan slips two fingers into you. your cunt immediately clenches around him, throbbing.

“holy fucking shit, you’re so tight.” he huffs, his fingers moving slowly inside of you. “gonna cum just thinking about that pretty cunt of yours wrapped around my cock,” he pants against the skin of your cheek as you grind onto his fingers. you moan in response to his dirty words. his fingers stay put for too long, far too long. you grind your hips but he stills them. “please,” you whine and he only presses a soft kiss to your jaw as he grinds his thumb roughly against your clit.

“declan,” you groan, getting impatient. you lift your hips and slide back down his fingers while whimpering. finally getting the friction you need. declan watches in amazment, staring down, watching your cunt take his fingers so perfectly. “jesus christ, baby” he moans. your hips keep riding his fingers, your back arching and hitting that soft spot inside of you.

your body tenses as you, and declan starts bouncing his knee beneath you. hitting that spot over, and over. “that’s it, baby” he taunts. “that feels good, yeah?” your eyes pinch closed as you whimper and moan breathlessly. your orgasm hits you in waves, your body clenching and relaxing against him as you shout his name. he pushes hair from your face as your come undone, murmuring how beautiful you are. how long he’s pictured this. it’s all a blur as you come down.

panting together, his fingers pull out of your slowly while you wince. your fall onto his lap, and you cannot ignore the bulge pressing against your sensitive cunt. you grind slowly against it and he moans roughly. “don’t,” he grips your hips. “not tonight, not now. i don’t want to rush this.” he murmurs. you nod your head, slowly coming to a stop with your hips.

his hands come up to cup your face again, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “that was incredible.” he murmurs while running his hands through the mess your hair has become.

[jjscrybaby]

prompt 15: ‘can’t sleep either?’

jj maybank x fem!reader | fluff | (mentions of drinking, trouble sleeping, jj being a simp.)

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The Chateau always feels calm at night. Everyone finally asleep, no more lighthearted bickering between John B and JJ, or laughter after a joint; everything is just quiet. There’s still the sound of the leaky tap dripping onto the unwashed dishes in the sink, the creaks from the rotting wood that sometimes make you wonder if the house is haunted, but you’ve learnt to deal with that after countless nights spent here.

John B’s place is always the designated spot for all of you to hangout. Kiara’s parents don’t like you, some reasons are valid and others are not, if you go to Pope’s you’ll end up being told off by his mom once the clock strikes ten and all of you are still being too loud, JJ’s place is self explanatory with his dad being around — he’d probably want to join in if he’s had a drink, and your house just doesn’t have the same comforting atmosphere as John B’s. Not to mention, there’s no parents around to tell you what not to do.

Normally, sleep comes easy to you on the pull-out couch that has a few springs loose; you’ve worked out the exact angle to lay at so that non of them are digging into your back. Tonight that’s not the case. It’s been an hour since everyone retreated to their separate spaces for the night, Kiara laid beside you sound asleep, but you’d been tossing and turning and praying not to wake her up.

When she grumbles for the second time, you decide to get up. Waking Kiara up is like waking a sleeping lion. You slip out from under the thin blanket the two of you are sharing and open up the porch doors, ignoring Pope asleep on that couch as you leave and go out to the backyard. You lay down on the hammock, sighing to yourself as you stare up at the stars.

“Can’t sleep either?” You flinch in surprise, turning your head to the side to be faced with a sleepy looking JJ. His hair is messy and his eyes are sunken, sporting just a pair of grey sweatpants, but he still looks divine.

“Guess I didn’t drink enough to knock myself out like everyone else,” you shrug, a small smile on your lips.

He chuckled, nudging you up so he could climb in beside you. The hammock rocked with his weight, his arm slung around your waist so the two of you could fit comfortably.

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t either?” He murmured, making you giggle.

“No. I watched you do them shots like they were the last thing you’d ever do,” you teased, laying your head on his bare chest.

“Yeah, well, I’m not a lightweight like the rest of ‘em,” he responded, staring up at the sky like you’d been doing moments ago. “Heard the door open from my room, figured it was you.”

“How’d you figure?” You asked tiredly.

“Dunno. Must have a sixth-sense or somethin’,” he joked, looking down at where you laid on his chest are stared at the house. You smiled softly at his words, tapping his chest. “You good though? You’re normally the first one out.”

You shrug halfheartedly, nodding your head. “I’m alright. Not sure what’s up, just couldn’t fall asleep.”

“Kie’s a bad bed buddy, huh?” He said, making you laugh quietly. “Y’know, I have a perfectly good bed right in the other room. Nice, comfy mattress, got some good pillows too.”

“No need to rub it in,” you teased, looking up at him to find him smiling softly down at you.

“Clearly I’ve lost my charm,” he sighed, smirking at you. “Just stay in my bed. Can’t sleep out here, you’ll wake up covered in bites and I’m not gon’ put the cream on for you.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, narrowing your eyes. “What’s your game, Maybank?”

“No game, pretty girl. Just want you to get a good nights sleep,” he shrugged. He got out of the hammock, your eyes following his every move. He held a ring-less hand out to you, after a moment you accepted it.

He kept a hold of your hand as he lead you back to the house and through the dark hall into his bedroom. You’d spent plenty of nights in there, but that was never on purpose. Sometimes the two of you would smoke and you’d fall asleep, or JJ had disappeared after a kegger so you took the bed alone. It had never been like this, a different energy surrounding the two of you as he gently closed the bedroom door and laid down under the covers.

You crawled in next to him, keeping a bit of space between you. He wasn’t having that, his arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you to lay closer to him. You gave him a look, one he could barely make out in the darkness of the room.

“What? I just figured you’d sleep easier if we were cuddlin’,” he smirked, his tone innocent. You giggled, nodding your head although his words were bullshit.

“You can just admit you want me in your arms, JJ. No harm,” you teased.

“Alright, I want you in my arms,” he murmured. Your teasing smile was replaced with a shy one, an unsure look on your face on whether he was messing around or not.

“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed.

His hand wrapped around your calf, pulling your leg to lay on top of his. “Night, sweetheart.” He ran a hand through your hair, and although your heart was beating faster than previous, you felt yourself start to drift off.

He’d tell you another day that the reason he couldn’t sleep was because he was too focused on thinking about you in the other room, instead of where you belong in his arms.

[dreameryfics]

JJ MAYBANK x READER

Summary: You and JJ got into an argument at midsummers because he was lying about where he got the bruises on his face.

Warning: mention of abuse

I hated midsummers just almost as much as Kie did, but I enjoy getting dressed up whenever I can. If it wasn’t for that, my hatred would be on the same level as Kie’s. I walk in with my family, hoping Kie was already there, which she was thankfully. I walk over to where she’s standing, “you look about as thrilled as I am,” I lean against the fence post with her, “but I do have to say Kie, you look great.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” she sighed rolling her eyes at me, “but uno reverse. That emerald green is gorgeous on you,” she points up and down at me. “I need you to pick out my next dress, maybe it’ll be something I actually want to where to this shit show. Just wait until JJ sees you in that.” I blush at the thought, I hadn’t talked to him all day. Not since he took the blame for Pope.

“Has anybody talked to him yet? I’ve tried to call him but haven’t gotten a response back,” I look over at Kie.

“No, I don’t think anybody has,” she states before looking around in the crowd of people. “Why don’t we go ask Pope, he looks like he just got here. Maybe he has.” We walk down the stairs and over to Pope, who was helping his dad unload coolers. Heyward was the first to notice us walking over.

“Well if it isn’t the ladies of the hour,” he commented causing Pope to look at who he was talking about. “I didn’t know you two could dress up so nice,” he chuckled at us, “but you both look beautiful tonight.” We say our thanks to him before he gets back to work.

“Pope, you seen JJ? He hasn’t answered me back since what happened,” I asked. Pope looked down feeling guilt for JJ taking the blame for what he did. “I haven’t, but he shouldn’t be much later honestly, if I see him before you do, I’ll tell him to find you.”

“Thanks Pope, I appreciate the hell out of you,” I say hugging him, “now get back to helping Heyward before he banishes you from ever seeing us again.” He chuckles and walks over to his dad.

Later that night, I’m talking to a few Kooks to keep my mind off the fact I haven’t seen him. We’re mid conversation when I see his blonde hair out the corner of my eyes. I quickly say my goodbyes before walking over to where he’s standing; which happens to be by Sarah Cameron? Sarah and I are friends, but I wonder what that’s about. As he’s walking (dancing) away from her I yell out his name. He looks around before finally seeing me, to which he gets the biggest smile on my face. I quickly run up and hug him, “You had me worried you weren’t going to show, or worse, you were ignoring me for some reason.”

“I could never ignore you babe, and of course I had to show up,” he pulls away from the hug looking me up and down, “I had to see how hot my girlfriend was looking tonight.” I look up to him and my heart drops. He had cuts and bruises littered all over his face.

“J, what happened,” I ask putting my palm to his cheek, to which he pulled away from.

“Nothing, honestly I just got into a fight with a kook,” he responds holding my hands. “That doesn’t make sense JJ, where have you been that a kook would have done this?”

“Can we just drop it?” He asks turning away from me, I grab his hand and pull him away from the crowd of people. “JJ, I’m not going to drop it. If someone hurt you just please tell me. Let me help you at least.” He didn’t say anything after that, just took a long breath and ran his fingers through his hair, telling me to drop it again. “JJ, I know you’re lying to me, a kook wouldn’t have done something like this without eventually bragging about it, so what really happened? I’ll find out eventu-“

“It was my dad!” He yelled at me, “okay? He was mad that I ended up in jail and that I took the blame for Pope. They told him about the restitution money and he just got upset with me, that’s all. Nothing that hasn’t happened before,” he says with the most casual tone, almost like this was something normal. I quickly give him a hug as tears welled up in my eyes.

“JJ, I-I’m so fucking sorry, I shouldn’t have forced you to tell me,” I tell him feeling guilty he didn’t seem ready to tell me. “What can I do, how can I help? You can come live with us for a while, my parents honestly love you, they’d love to have you around if you want to.”

“It’s okay, he’s normally fine,” he replied sitting down on the bench behind us. I went and followed suit, sitting beside him holding his hands. “I promise you it’s okay, he just got mad. I did something stupid and-“

“That doesn’t mean you deserved this. Nobody does, no matter what they ‘do’ to deserve something like this. J, your dad is abusing you. Let me help you please.”

“It’s not that easy, he’s all I have left,” he sighs putting his head in his hands. “He’s still my dad, I just can’t right now. Can we put a small pin in this, there’s just a lot going on tonight and the last thing I want to worry about is making sure your parents are okay with me staying on their couch for a night.”

We both chuckle, “okay, just a small baby pin,” I respond before putting my hands on his cheeks, wiping the small tear that fell from his eye, “but JJ, we’re not done talking about this. I’ll try not to push you on it, but something needs to change.”

He shakes his head at me before placing a small kiss to my forehead, “I promise, we will talk about it tomorrow.” I hold my pinky up to which he links his pinky to mine, “pinky promise we will talk about it tomorrow. Can we just go have fun and pretend we’re not treasure hunting teenagers for the night?”

I stand up and hold my hands out to him, “hell yeah we can pretend, let’s go!” He takes my hands and stands up, “I love you so much.” I place my lips on his before we both start running towards the dance floor; ready to have the absolute time of our lives. Little did we know, everything would change after this.