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beautouslysandy · 1 year ago

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what figure eight life is like/chapter one, laughter and booze

what figure eight life is like…masterlist

outer banks x fem!reader

warnings: female reader, platonic relationships, not proofread, language, alcohol mentioned, lowercase intended

word count: 1.3k

a/n 💌: this is a new series i have been wanting to get out for a while…let me know what you guess think of it

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• you were at a fancy dinner at the country club, you were in a modest yet gorgeous light blue silk dress. you had your family heirloom locket around on your neck. you were sitting in between rafe cameron and topper thornton, your best friends since kindergarten. the three of you were very drunk as you guys quickly stopped at a party before this. “would you like any beverages?” a waiter asked in a deep voice the three of you

“yes we would.” topper said mimicking the waiters voice

you bit your lip trying not to laugh. topper looked at you and rafe with an grin.

“i will have a beer.” topper said, doing finger guns at the waiter.

“and you miss?” the waiter asked, after rolling his eyes at topper

“just a water, please and thank you.” you said with a hiccup

“your no fun.” rafe said with a smirk as topper quietly laughed at your hiccup

“ you mr. cameron?” the waiter asked rafe

“a scotch.” rafe said with a grin

the waiter nodded and walked away with an eye roll, the three of you started laughing like crazy.

“what are you three laughing at?” your dad asked with amused look

“nothing.” you say sweetly, you hear topper holding in his laugh next to you which makes you laugh. rafe shakes his head with a smirk as you and topper cackle like maniac’s.

the thing that made you different was that you don’t care what the up and tidy kooks think about you. you run your own course and don’t stop to notice people are staring.

the first course had finally come, you ordered a pasta. topper ordered steak, same with rafe.

“catch, man.” topper said, you felt something hit your arm. no doubt it was a piece of food

“pfffftt.” topper said before laughing and banging his hand on the table. “top…what was that?” you say smirk and trying to hold in your laughter. rafe was chuckling at topper. topper is very amusing when he is drunk…sometimes.

“topper thornton.” a hushed feminine voice called from down the table.

the three of you looked to see dr. thornton glaring at us.

“you made mommy angry, top.” rafe said with a teasing tone

“oh no.” topper said with a gasp

you bursted out laughing which was followed by topper’s cackle. soon enough rafe began laughing.

you snorted, which made the three of you goners.

topper coughed, unable to contain his laughs “you just snorted…oh god.”

you snorted again, “no, not again.” you said, what rushing up to your cheeks.

rafe was definitely gonna tease the hell out of you tomorrow.

soon enough the fancy dinner was over and the three of you headed to the bonfire after sobering up. you were carrying your heels as you began to get blisters on the back of your heels. walking onto the beach you could already tell the locals from the tourons. “hello there.” a ginger said flirtatiously passing by rafe, grazing his arm

you and topper stifled a laugh.

“hello there.” you said, reinacting the moment with topper

topper laughed at you, soon enough his eyes landed on sarah and john b.

“why do they have to be here?” he said grabbing a red cup and filling it up

“it’s the annual bonfire, man.” rafe said, he looked at you the nodded at the cups as he grabbed one. you shake your head as you already have more then enough and was not wanting future you throwing up all day.

“bummer!” topper said with a laugh after chugging his beer

“that’s me.” you say with a grin

-pogues (jj, kiara, pope, sarah, john b) pov-

“who is the girl with rafe and topper, i have seen her around but.” pope said turning to the group

“that is y/n l/n, my friend. one of the finest kooks out there.” jj said, lighting a joint

“a kook? your complimenting one?” kiara said with a scoff

“hey. just stating facts.” jj said holding his arms up in defense

“she has been best friends with rafe and topper since like the diapers. she is really sweet.” sarah said blankly

“but what’s the dirt?” jj said leaning in as if they were huddling

“there is no dirt, she is sparkling clean.” sarah said with a sigh

“no way, everybody has got some dirt.” kiara said, as jj handed her the joint

“mmm. think whatever you want but as far as i know…she has no dirt.” sarah said shrugging

-back with you pov-

rafe and topper go to the restroom so you go over and say hi to sarah.

“hey, sarah!” you say with a smile “hey!” she says getting up to hug you.

“so this is the gang?” you say looking at the people who accompany the blond

“yup.” sarah says with a soft smile

“nice to meet you-“

“y/n!” topper called

you turned around to see the two blonds, ignoring them you go back to introducing yourself.

“as i was saying…it’s nice to meet you guys, im y/n!” you say sitting down in a beach chair, you cross your legs subconsciously. “nice to meet you, im kiara.” a dark curly haired girl says with a soft smile

you smile back, the rest of the group introduces themselves.

“y/n let’s go, or else you walk home!” rafe yells

“yeah right, you ass!” you yell back, “that’s my call, see you guys around.” you say getting up and hugging sarah one last time

“see you guys around!” you yell at the group

“she is fun….” kiara says with a chuckle

“that’s one way to put it.”pope says with a slightly concerned tone

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you wake up with a pounding headache and a need to puke. you hurry to your restroom and puke your guts outs. as soon as you freshen up, you get your outfit on. a white tennis skirt and a white crop top with white shoes. also a white visor, gold earrings and you grabbed your golf bag and headed downstairs where you met rafe, topper, and…kelce. you weren’t very fond of kelce because you thought he was kind of a coward and just annoying. but you never said anything.

“ready?” topper asked

“as ready as i will ever be.” you saw with a smile

rafe grabs your golf bag from you and throws in the back of his truck. “watch it, rafe! those aren’t cheap.” you say with annoyance as you hop into his truck.

“your fine.” rafe says with a smirk as he drives away from your home.

topper looks at you through the mirror in the front.

“so did your parents say anything about the dinner?” topper asked with a chuckle

“oh yeah.” rafe said with a cold face

“y/n?” topper asked

“other then them saying to tone it down next time, not really.” you say, fidgeting with your tennis skirt.

“lucky motherfucker.” rafe groaned, hitting the stirring wheel

“yup, lucky me.” you sigh, looking out the car window

the two boys look at you through the mirror but brush it off.

sooner or later you guys arrived at the country club. kelce ran off to talk with some girls as usual. you suck at golf but it was a bonding thing for you and your best friends. it was also a kook thing. “want drinks?” you say pointing to the bar

“no.” topper says, focusing on getting the golf ball into the hole

“yeah, my usual.” rafe say, handing you a twenty dollar bill

“be right back.” you say, you bump into someone

“watch the fuck where you are going?!” the guy yells at you

“im so s-“ you start but get cut off

you feel a hand on your shoulder push you out of the way, it’s rafe. “what the hell did you just say to her?” he said, glaring at the guy

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oddlykilledghosts · 2 years ago

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I Want You To Like Me - Rafe Cameron x reader (Part Two)

Summary: You're a pogue by choice, kook from birth. The friendship that you have with the other pogues is undeniable, no one questions their loyalty for you or your loyalty to them. So when a certain King of the Kooks takes interest in you, it's only right to turn him down. Right?

Such a long part and so little Rafe…in the next parts I swear I will write more for just him, but it’s been so fun to be a part of the pogue friend group for now (but seriously next part will focus heavily on solely Rafe don’t worry) Very ‘domestic’ (loose way to use the word) view of the pogues this chapter, you get to see the ins and outs of their friendship a little more with reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, John B x Sarah Cameron, platonic!Pogues x reader

The Chateau was quiet when you walked in. You hadn’t expected the other Pogues to be there, but a part of you hoped Kiara had left the party at Tannyhill and would be waiting for you on the couch on the screened-in porch with that look on her face that said she knew what you had been up to. You kind of wanted her to scold you for taking that ride home. For kissing the eldest Cameron. You wanted Kiara to kick your logic back into its rightful place where it had abandoned it’s station back at the party (and in Rafe’s car) and agree with her that even the thought of fraternizing with him was wrong. Even if it meant she would be angry with you.

The thought of your best friend lingered in your mind as you stood aimlessly in the front door of the Chateau. Frozen, you could picture her different reactions. Mostly the angry ones. And then the nicer ones. Your eyes flickered to the chairs in front of you as dreamy images of Kiara floated into your view. Her face changed as you imagined the various scenarios, none of them ending up well whether nice or angry. Desperately you wanted to confide in the girl, to have someone to talk this through with. But you knew that the anger that came with it would not help you work through what were beginning to be some very confusing feelings. For some reason you bargained with yourself, saying that the anger would be better. That it would give you a better sense of reality than this idea of Rafe could.

But then you looked around the screened-in porch and sighed, picking up a bandana that had been left on the chair nearest to the door. Of course you wouldn’t tell her. And you hated yourself for it. You wanted to hate yourself for liking Rafe as well. For liking the conversation you had with him in his car and for kissing him because you wanted to. But somehow you only hated how you didn’t hate yourself. You twirled the bandana between your fingers, thinking about how Rafe probably didn’t mean any of what he said. You figured he was bored and made it all up (although you doubted he would lie about Wheezie). You also doubted he was going to brag about a measly drunken kiss to any of his friends. It would be more likely he would never want to talk about fraternizing with a pogue ever again. If he did talk, he would say offhandedly that it was a mistake and that you were wrong about the whole situation. There was no worry this was going to escape Rafe’s lips and spread to the likes of the other Kooks of the Outer Banks. So really, the harm in telling Kie would have no benefit. It’s not like you were actually “in love” with Rafe Cameron now. It was a kiss. A crush from over a year ago. And it didn’t mean anything. Yes, you nodded to yourself as you held the bandana, wringing it in your hands. You were right, Rafe is an asshole, and pretending he’s not just for a night isn’t going to change his behavior. He’s going to keep being Rafe Cameron and wishing that he’d miraculously evolve into a better person won’t change that. There aren’t enough shooting stars in the world.

“Okay,” You breathed in, talking to yourself even though no one was around to hear (especially because no one was around to hear). “No Kie. Got it.” You looked down at the bandana in your hands and started smoothing it out against your thigh, and then folded and tied it into a headband. You figured it was JB’s and knew he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it. Maybe you just needed to borrow John B’s assuredness for a day or so. Just as you did with JJ’s hat. JJ was right, maybe the feelings can transfer. You reached up to your head ready to retrieve your friend’s accessory and patted the top of your head. Shit.

JJ’s hat was gone. Of course it was gone. By JJ’s logic, the hat held all the power. And all of his dumbassery. And you had been wearing it at the party. Then in the car. Where you kissed Rafe. Maybe the wrong trait was transferred? Is that possible? This is JJ logic that is being discussed here.

You needed to get that hat back.

Slipping the bandana over your head - because if there was anything to do when you need guidance was to follow JJ logic (please do not ever do this) - you pushed yourself into the kitchen hoping the bandana was leeching John B of all of his good qualities and in turn giving them to you. Sorry JB.

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The search for your phone was the first thing on your agenda. You liked to think that your friend, JJ, would remember to tell the other pogues that you had left the party. However, in his state, you doubted that he would be able to relay the message to your other friends. This would cause a problem if you weren’t able to reassure the worried pogues (once you found your phone) that you had not in fact been murdered on your way home and that you were as fine as you had ever been (leaving out the parts that weren’t convenient to your case). The hope was to find the phone before they even realized you were gone. The second, more inconvenient hope, was that you would be able to contact Rafe before anyone else found a certain Pogue’s infamous red and gray hat on the floor of his passenger seat.

You tried your hand between cushions and between spaces on the bookshelves. Then you even dared to look through some places in the messy kitchen, which no one had thought to clean up since the last misadventure in cooking. While you looked, you tried to clean up as best you could - being a good house guest and all - but it was mostly a lost cause (and technically some kind of torture).

You usually tended to leave your phone in odd and awkward places, especially when hanging out with the Pogues…but this was crossing a line. You truly wanted to believe that it was somewhere obvious and you were just being stupid. For all you knew, it had fallen into the marsh from earlier in the day.

Walking across the kitchen, you were finally ready to call it quits and sink yourself back onto the pull out couch in the next room when you heard it. You were hoping it had been your phone. But then more noise. Shuffling feet. What seemed like some very loud attempts at whispers. Sinking into the wall, blending in with the old wood as best you could, as if you were an intruder in the house, your hand instinctively went out to the table where misplaced cutlery were scattered and dirty (from what you assumed had been an attempt to make mac and cheese that had gone wrong). Pulling your hand back to your chest after successfully snatching one of the items, you felt a little calmer with a makeshift weapon. To fend off an intruder or drunk teenagers? Maybe both? You were easily on edge anyways.

So maybe you were drunker than you thought. You kept checking back in your head, how many drinks did you have? You couldn’t have thought it was that many, could you? Partier or not, drinking with JJ always loosened you up a bit. There was that game you two always played. What was it? Something about keeping track of drinks while betting to do more…you shook your head in defiance, he had made that up ages ago, it wasn’t an actual game set with actual rules. No way to be sure. But this did mean, if you were drunk, that you could blame the Rafe of it all on the alcohol.

“What are you doing?”

“AHHHHHHHhhhhh!” A scream jolted through your veins and through your mouth as you were disrupted from your scheme of blaming your “affliction” on your inability to hold your alcohol. Your weapon, now jutted out from your body towards the direction of the voice, suddenly looked weak as you realized it was a spatula. You looked up at where the sound came from and your eyes fell upon a familiar face. “Oh.” You said, suddenly disappointed you weren’t going to save The Chateau from uncertain death. “Hi, John B.”

Another face rounded the corner and entered the room, wiping at her hands with one of those souvenir towels JJ had stolen from the country club (don’t tell anyone). “Who was screaming?” Her face first found John B and then just as easily landed on you, with your spatula and her boyfriend’s bandana in your hair. You just hoped you didn’t look as suspicious as you felt you looked.

The girl, who you hadn’t seen at Tannyhill, had her signature gold necklaces on and they gleamed softly even in the overhead lights of the kitchen. Her presence shook you a bit, as unexpected as it was to see an old friend you barely talk to arrive in the house of your new friend. It also surprised you to find she was wearing a shirt the two of you had picked out a couple years before. Yellow always looked so good on her, and you could tell she had barely been drinking as her skin faintly glowed with that morning’s tan.

It was a clear contrast to John B, who was in his signature pogue attire. His gray bandana hung loosely around his next and a button up hung on his shoulders with most of the top buttons undone. He looked so familiar and so comforting and so different than how the girl now felt to you. Which was foreign.

“And Sarah. Hey.” You looked between them wondering whether to be angry or glad they skipped the rest of the party and ended up at The Chateau with you. It crept into your mind that Kie would want you to be mad. Inviting Sarah into the pogues’ space, whether it be John B’s house or not, was almost sacrilege. It was making it real. But then, like a pang in your lower rib cage, Rafe entered your mind. That kiss. You weren’t allowed to be angry. You were doing the same, if not worse, to the pogues by getting in that car with Rafe. This was the time to be understanding. Maybe Kie wouldn’t understand at first, but you had to. You put down your spatula and leaned against the table where it had first been. “I was looking for my phone.” When the couple looked confused, you continued, “To answer your question, JB.”

John B held back a little laugh, slowly realizing that you weren’t going to pummel him for having Sarah Cameron with him, “With a spatula?”

“I thought you were an intruder!”

“Yeah you were really gonna get me.” He let out a light laugh. He had been drinking too, but not enough to get shit-faced. He was in his happy little buzzed bubble and it definitely had something to do with the other girl in the room.

You could tell Sarah eased at her boyfriend’s laughter and the tension in the air shifted into something more comfortable as she spoke, “Why are none of the lights on? We thought no one was home.”

“I was conserving electricity! The kitchen light is on. Don’t act like your electricity bill it’s a worry of yours, Routledge.” You paused and then added, “I’m drunk, don’t expect me to have clear logic.”

John B stepped forward and made a show of feeling your forehead with the back of his hand, as if this would show definite proof, and said after he made a big shrug, “Results inconclusive. Drunk? Maybe. Stupid? Definitely.” You eyed him suspiciously, you knew John B well enough to know when his words were laced with something more. He was smart enough to keep whatever it was to himself with Sarah in the room, pogue business and all. That was a line you wouldn’t be able to let him cross. At least seeing as you didn’t cross it first.

Absentmindedly, you pulled at your crop top as an anxious tick and then you poked an eye at Sarah quickly and changed the subject back to your phone, “Can you guys help me look while you’re here? I need to find it.”

John B muttered under his breath a short laugh that sounded like, “I’m sure you do.” While Sarah spoke up again, pulling out your phone from her back pocket, “We already did. Although, it is dead. I would think to be suspicious of you and John B, seeing we found this in his backpack but-”

You cut the girl off, practically leaping into her arms, but you stopped yourself a few feet short and accepted the phone back like a normal person. You don’t usually leap into the arms of ex-friends unprompted. “Thanks, Sarah. Seriously.”

Sarah smiled but said, “Don’t thank me, JB totally saved the day. He grabbed your phone by mistake. It was in something called a ‘Twinkie’?”

You silently cursed JJ for doubting you. Of course you had dropped it in the Twinkie; who goes anywhere without their phone these days?

“Well…” Sarah and John B started at the same time. And then it hit you. They left the party to come here thinking no one was home. Crap. You couldn’t just leave. Sure, you had your phone now but you also had at least some lecturing to do on Kie’s behalf. But your house on Figure Eight was far away on the other side of the island. You wouldn’t make it without being maimed.

“Seems like I totally foiled your devious plans. That’s too bad.” You looked around awkwardly, trying to signal to John B that either he find somewhere else to snuggle up with Sarah or she hit the road. “Wait, how did you get here?” If they took the Twinkie, they’d have to circle back for the other pogues anyway. Win-win.

“I drove.” Sarah answered. You internally groaned.

Sarah looked between you and the pogue leader. When she locked eyes with the boy there seemed to pass over them quickly, a silent understanding only a pogue would be able to pick up from watching the back of John B’s head. “But I have to get back anyway, Ward is going to be home tomorrow and I don’t want Wheezie to be the only one left cleaning up at Tannyhill.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and wished you could give Sarah a hug. She was being too kind to you, but you’re sure John B had already prepped her on all of his friends (and to be kind to all of them - overtly so). She was being a good girlfriend, and a part of you wished you had been a better friend.

She hesitated before kissing John B lightly on the cheek and then she was gone. Her presence in The Chateau, only lingering by the smell of citrus and floral perfume.

Which left you alone with John B. Who didn’t look happy now that your buffer and his girlfriend had left the premises. And yet, you had only found out they were dating hours ago. Very normal, Y/N. Act cool.

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John B spoke first after running his fingers through his hair. Not once. Twice. His voice was stern as he spoke, but it came out more as a whisper than actual words. “Your phone isn’t dead, by the way.” His words sounded heavy, more tired than mad.

You looked at the glass brick in your hands, turning it over and holding the power button until the light on the screen flashed white and stayed that way. Heart beating in your chest, you chose to stay silent.

“When I found it,” John B started again, “We were already on the way home and it was going off like crazy.” You looked at him quizzically as he put his weight against the wall opposite you, leaning against the frame casually with his arms now crossed. “A lot were from JJ, just trying to make sure you had found your phone and that you had gotten home safe.” He paused and looked past you onto the ground where there was an old beer stain on the floor boards. “But another-”

“Was from Rafe.” You finished for him.

“Yeah.” He said, his lips in a straight line of disapproval. “I turned it off and told Sarah it had died before-”

“She could see.” You let out a little hum of defiance and turned your gaze as well to the beer stain near your feet. It looked like when Plankton from Spongebob got squished, eye and everything, and you wished you could smile at it. But here you were, caught and guilty before your only friend who would probably understand. And yet, the air felt stiff. As if the words that were being said hung in the air and made no room for anything else. You spoke again, feeling even worse at your choice of selfish words, “What did it say?”

John B let out his own huff and took in a deep breath, “What did you want it to say, Y/N?”

When you had looked up both your eyes met. His were lost and confused and yours were so similar. And yet the intention behind the feelings were so much different. You threw your hands up in defeat, “I don’t know John B. I don’t. I think I left JJ’s hat in his car so maybe-”

“You did what?” His eyes bulged, obviously surprised at your confession, then he shook his head slowly, “Let me backup. You were in his car?”

“You were in Sarah’s car.”

“That’s different.”

“Is it?”

“Sarah doesn’t torment pogues.”

You skipped over his statement and asked, “How did you think I got here?”

“By being responsible?” This time he was the one that held up his hands in defeat. “But clearly I was wrong.” He retorted, letting out a small and angry scoff. You didn’t drink and drive. You didn’t walk. You had been responsible. Heat boiled in your cheeks, and your arms shook a bit as you stood there so mad, no, angry, that he could break the rules and you couldn’t. That he could be angry with you, when you had shown understanding just minutes before. When you had agreed they would go to Tannyhill for him.

“I’m not allowed to kiss kooks but you are?!” Your hand went up to your mouth as John B’s eyes glared at you, burning tiny little holes into your own retinas. His scowl spoke more than enough words as you let out a soft, and sad, sentence, “What did the message say, John B?’

Your phone was heavy in your hand, but you wanted to hear the words come from the mouth of the pogue in front of you. You wanted to hear him say whatever made him despise your actions so much.

Then it rang. High School Lover by Cayucas started bleating from your phone, playing mindlessly as the silence rang out between you and your friend, signaling that someone was calling you.

Despite John B’s heavy protesting look, you picked it up and answered, “Hello?” You sighed and then smiled at the receiver. JJ. He had somewhat recovered from his moldy bread fiasco and was checking up on you. “Yes, J, I’m fine. I’m with JB. I got home safe. No stay as long as you want. Seriously. We’re good. How’s Kie? Okay, good. Bye.” At least, that’s all that John B could hear of the conversation. You hung up the phone and looked at him pointedly, “What? Thought it was going to be Rafe?”

He held back a relieved smile with leftover crumbs of anger and said, “Yeah. A little.” Then as if he was lifting a weight from the room, John B stood up straight and walked over to the fridge, grabbing a case of beers and motioning you to the living room.

The call from JJ had changed the atmosphere. It had changed John B’s mind. Maybe it reminded him of something. Of what, you didn’t know, and clearly weren’t willing to ask and disrupt the soft and fragile balance of things. But something in him switched, and decided to possibly side with you. Did he sense the same shift in you when he arrived with Sarah? When you didn’t mention to JJ that Sarah had been here, as you would’ve if she was any other girl?

JJ had sent an unknowing olive branch between you and John B, and the world screamed at you to take it.

You stood still for a moment, watching him walk away with the peace offering. For a second you wanted to just drift off to sleep and to steep in your feelings as long as possible before having to actually deal with them. But then you thought better of yourself, you knew something deep down was dragging towards making a bad decision. A decision that would lead you towards the ‘King of the Kooks’, Rafe Cameron. And it was better to have an ally if life was going to go down that road. And some part of you already knew (deep deep deeeeep down) what you were going to choose. So you followed him into the living room, ready to sit down and have a ‘peace offering’ beer.

When you plopped yourself next to John B on the worn out couch, you smiled (a bit as your own peace offering) and chided him about the beers, “I don’t think drinking more will help us solve this.” The couch already smelled heavily of weed and had a few beer stains of its own. And yet it felt so much like home you wanted to wrap yourself in it. You were a pogue through and through. You could live on this couch, and you had in the past. It was something you had to get to know to love.

“I didn’t think you wanted to solve this.” He laughed a bit with a hint of sharpness to it, although the tension in his shoulders from earlier dissipating as he took a sip from the bottle.With ease, he relaxed into the couch and knit his eyebrows with his next comment, “What do you even see in him?”

Sighing, you fiddled with John B’s bandana which had remained on your head, “Ugh. Maybe nothing? Who knows. I don’t want to be one of those people that is all gushy over how ‘he’s really nice to me’ even if he’s a dick to everyone else.”

The boy reached over to the top of your head, pushed your fidgeting hands away and put the bandana back in its place. Instead of looking gentle, as the small gesture would have implied, he looked cocky with a small grin eating away at the corners of his mouth. “But that’s true, so…”

You punched John B hard on the arm, hoping it would knock some sensitivity into him for this conversation. “Yeah, okay? He’s attractive, that helps. But he’s also so, I don’t know…protective-”

“You mean possessive-” John B stopped you as you held up your fist again in a silent warning. “Hey, that first one hurt.”

“There’s a lot of things. He’s not easy. But maybe I don’t want ‘easy’. It’s not like we’re getting married. It was one kiss-” You didn’t want to confide too much in the boy. Especially not that you had thought about kissing Rafe many times before. You’d thought about how he needs someone to listen to him. Someone to care. You knew what that felt like.

The brunette across from you was now practically choking on his beverage while laughing, a pathetic excuse for karma. When he regained his wits, he said, “One? Here you had me thinking you guys had been hooking up for awhile-”

You felt your eyebrows furrow. Now that John B didn’t seem so openly vexed it was easier to be clear about your feelings. “What made you think that?”

“His message?” John B looked your clear confusion in the face and then grabbed your phone from your lap as if in a big show of victory. Unfortunately, he knew your password (all the pogues did at one point or another) and let himself into your phone. Then, as he turned the screen to show you there it was. Plain and simple.

Rafe:

Can we meet tomorrow? Need to see you

Then below it:

I liked talking to you tonight

You snatched the phone from the boy’s hand and closed it in an act of simple humiliation. The first message clearly did sound like a hook up text, and yet you protested aloud, “That could mean anything.” The second message however, seemed foreign coming from its messenger. Too vulnerable. It seemed like something he thought you wanted to hear rather than something he would actually say. But the last few hours had warped your view of him somehow, and it felt more genuine than you would’ve liked to believe. You could feel yourself putting hope into this (whatever it was), and even you (pogue opinions aside) could tell that that wouldn’t be good. Guilt surged over you, for the fact that John B had read it when it was just meant for you. There was one thing you knew for a fact and that was that Rafe wouldn’t have said that if he knew he had an audience.

“Not when I know for a fact you don’t text Rafe Cameron. Ever.”

“You didn’t even know it was reciprocated.”

John B smiled smugly, “I do now.”

You hit him again (just for good measure) and grabbed yourself a beer.

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Waking up the next morning was not what you had expected. You didn’t remember much after finally coming to a standstill with John B the night before but you did know you had one hell of a hangover. Your head pounded as if hammers lived excitedly in your brain. The first thing you noticed was that your futile attempts of covering the room with sweet perfumes had already been overtaken by the smell of weed. When you finally got up the energy to look around the room you found Pope was in bed with you, still clothed and probably as hungover as you were, snoring noisily. It looked like he had crashed here without thinking and still had an empty solo cup duct-taped to his left hand. Smiling, you watched as he slept for a moment watching his chest go up and down with his breath. He looked so peaceful sleeping there, totally passed out from drinking. This guy was going to change the academic world. You knew it.

Then you groaned loudly as you tried to sit up, the bed creaky wildly underneath you (which led you wondering how JJ had gotten away with so many discreet hook-ups in this room), and still made an effort to not wake your sleeping friend.

When you got to the doorway, and it too creaked deeply as you opened it, you stole one last glance at the peaceful Pope. “Sleep tight.” You whispered, and closed the door. “Don’t let the admissions office bite.” Ha ha. Scholarship joke.

“What are you doing?” A voice sounded behind you.

Kie.

Turning around swiftly, you flew into the arms of your best friend and hugged her tightly both as a term of endearment and second to keep you from plummeting immediately to the floor after such a quick movement. Muffled into your hair, you heard her mumble, “Someone’s friendly today?” close to your ear.

While still keeping your hands on your friend’s shoulders, you pulled yourself away from the girl and steadied yourself from becoming woozy. The bathroom was too far to make it in time. “Just missed you. A lot happened.” Kie was wearing another one of her signature chokers and looked ready for the day. Her hair was put up into a messy bun and you could tell she had already been up for hours, which made you envious but mostly just because you felt so awful and already wanted to go back to sleep.

Her eyebrows raised, “Did it? I heard you left early. Get lucky? Score some free weed from a kook?”

Almost like a match being lit, you felt your eyes widen at your mistake. “No. I meant not a lot happened. It was very boring. All too much of the same. Little of this. Little of that.”

Kiara chuckled good-naturedly and pushed what was in her hands to your eyeline, ignoring your blubbering words. “Drink, Y/N/N.” She held up a very green mason jar you figured she had whipped up that morning. You liked green smoothies. You liked kale juice. All very good for you, and while it depended on the other ingredients, it usually tasted alright. This was not alright. And it was not a green smoothie or kale juice. When Kie opened the lid, the smell attacked your nostrils as if it were on a mission. Is this what Kie makes the boys drink after a party? Apparently you had never been drunk enough to need to go through with her little concoction. You were always very happy to let them drink their magic juice after downing too many plastic cups the night before and get on with the day’s activities.

You could tell Kie had noticed your disgusted look because she added, “Seriously, drink up. It’s not as bad as it smells.”

She lied.

However, Kie was kind enough to help you change out of last night’s clothes and get ready for the day before JJ got back from early morning surfing. The sad thing was, she was actually able to make you look cute and presentable. You kept on the choker you had borrowed from her the day before and played with it on your neck as you struggled to keep down breakfast. “I think I’m dying.” You managed to croak out in between bites of cereal. You felt guilty just sitting there, letting her help you. Hopefully to Kie, it was just another day of picking up after the pogues, and she wouldn’t notice your additional Rafe induced moping.

At this moment, John B walked in freshly showered but still somehow smelling of beer, and said, “You look like it.” He still worked for the Cameron’s in the mornings and was already dressed and ready to make his way over there, Kiara hadn’t said anything about this arrangement, though she was probably thinking of something snarky.

You stuck your tongue at him and feigned shock, “And you don’t, surprisingly.” You were about to mention how maybe Sarah Cameron had this effect on him, but kept your mouth shut as Kie closed the fridge.

“Neither of you do, my magic is working.” Kie retorted.

“And yet, the feeling has yet to go away.” Another groan from you.

This time, Kie and John B answered at the same time, “It will.”

John B made his way over to you while Kie was busy making another magic drink for Pope, when he finally awakened. “So, Y/N, are you going to pick up that important package today?” He coughed at the end as if to hide the words that had escaped his lips. Convincing John B, very convincing.

At first, you were foggy, with sleep and the hangover you thought John B was being stupid. If you sent a package anywhere, it would be to your house in Figure Eight. The pogues would just rip it apart here, and to go pick it up someplace would just be a lot of work in the long run. “What are you talking about?” You spat back at the boy, still carelessly eating your cereal.

“The hat.” John B spoke through his clenched jaw and teeth.

“Oh.” You said plainly, thinking back and shifting through your hazy memories of the night before.

“So are you?”

The magic juice suddenly did seem to be working as you shrugged and said, “I didn’t really think about it.” And yet your heart raced under your ribs as you silently panicked. See Rafe? Today? After a hangover like that? You scooped another dollop of cereal into your mouth before you could say more.

“It’s important to-” He stole a glance at Kie who was still busy, “get it back before he notices. And he’ll notice when he’s done surfing.”

He was right. That was JJ’s lucky hat. It went everywhere. It had been on his head for years. It couldn’t just be claimed to be lost. It was important. JJ wouldn’t just let it be tossed aside. He would be crushed. That hat held JJ logic, JJ confidence, and JJ magic. You had to get it back.

Unfortunately, Rafe probably already torched it as a way to rid his car of anything ‘pogue’ that lingered.

“Clear my dishes, Routledge, I’ve got a call to make.” Just to be sure, you took one last bite of cereal before rushing off to the backyard where you could at least have the wind from the harbor offer you some privacy.

“This isn’t a movie, Y/N/N, stop with trying to be cool.”

“Shut up.”

You heard Kiara ask where you were going as you exited, but John B backed you up with some bullshit story. It wasn’t good to lie, but it felt good to be a team. Anyway, it wasn’t unusual for the pogues to be bouncing around The Chateau like ping pong balls.

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John B’s backyard always felt more like home to you than your own home on Figure Eight. The wind always blew just right through your air, bringing with it the smell of the ocean. And now, as you stood outside fumbling with your phone the air sobered you while still throwing your hair a bit wildly around your head. Your favorite spot, in what was probably the whole world, was that old striped hammock. You watched it sway in the wind, left to right, as you dialed up Rafe’s contact.

Ring. Ring.

Your phone pressed against your ear, you waited for Rafe to pick up the phone. Doubt stirred within you about whether he would actually answer your call (depended on whether last night was a fluke), but you had loose threads of hope. After getting outside, you had checked your phone and been reminded immediately of the texts Rafe had sent you the next before. He wanted to see you today, right? That meant answering his phone would likely be in the cards.

He picked up on the fifth ring, right before it went to voicemail.

“Yeah?” The voice on the other end sounded preoccupied, and the thought of hanging up and fleeing back to Kiara and John B in The Chateau flit through your mind. Voices could be heard, muffled, in the background and the familiar gust of wind you were experiencing was also hitting his phone.

“Hey, it’s Y/N.”

Cautiously you waited for Rafe’s response on his side. You could hear he was saying something to someone on his side while covering the receiver of his phone, but it sounded a lot like, “Give me a minute, okay?” Then after a couple quick seconds he put the phone back up to his ear and did the best at showing emotion as the boy could with a plain, “Hey.”

Holding back an instinct to apologize, you simply asked instead, “Are you busy?” Feelings of vulnerability felt much more real and much more easily felt as the sun beat down on you in the open air.

“No,” He answered quickly. And then, “I’m at the range with Top and Kelce.” A pause. “You never texted me back.” You could tell he felt it too. The vulnerability in the daylight. Although probably less so than you. But it was there in the way he talked. Gentle, and foreign to him. Last night had changed something between the two of you. Less angry and more…wanting.

“I wanted to talk about that actually.” This time you paused. An uncertainty surrounded the both of you, connected through a phone on different sides of the island. “Plus, I left something important in your car and I definitely need it back.”

Rafe scoffed, “You mean Maybank’s hat? That’s important?”

Suddenly, a wave of protective instinct flooded over you and you held your ground, “So you know what I’m talking about. Good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

“And what about the date?” Rafe’s voice was quieter when he said this, hoarse and a little bit of harshness hid his sensitivity.

“What date?”

“The one I texted you about.”

A laugh naturally came out of your mouth as he said this, “Is that what that was?”

A stern, “Yes.” He was now holding his ground.

“I didn’t realize you were so bad at this, Cameron.”

“And I didn’t realize you were so annoying, Y/L/N.”

“No no keep going, this is really giving you points.” You meant to sound at least half as menacing as he did, but it came out with a laugh. A giggle. Anyone else listening could’ve sworn you were twirling your hair on the other end of the phone.

You heard him shake his head through the phone and held back another smile. “I can’t just ask you out in those plain words, don’t forget who our friends are, Y/N.” Your smile loosened. He was right. John B had already seen the texts. Now imagine Topper. Or Kelce. Or Kie. JB had just assumed the two of you were hooking up, which was one thing altogether. But dating. It’s too intimate, no matter how far it’s gone.

“Are you ashamed of me?” You made sure to let out a laugh with the question to keep it light-hearted, but you genuinely wanted to know his answer. Although, you doubted he would tell you the truth. This could all be a well thought out ruse for all you knew. You pictured the kooks laughing at you. The fact that you thought Rafe was genuinely interested.

“A little.” Rafe held back a smile at this. “You?”

“Oh, ashamed of you? Definitely.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“Rafe-”

“Yeah.” Not a question.

“This isn’t a good idea.” There was a part of you that needed to say this. That needed to scream from the rooftops. That needed to get the sense knocked into your head because here you were having a playful conversation with Rafe Cameron.

He let a laugh out of his nose, careful not to alert his friends. “Yeah, okay. Meet me at Tannyhill at noon.” Then, before you could say anything. “Don’t worry, Sarah won’t be home so she won’t be able to tell anyone.”

Then he hung up.

Shit.

Major shit.

Were you going to go? Of course you were.

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seokth · 2 years ago

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mother knows best | 14

— drabble 14 ; a decade of friendship —

pairing | ot7 x female reader (platonic), ot7 moms & female reader

summary | being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.

warnings | overbearing moms, attempts at humor, platonic, slice of life au, for this drabble, no moms in this drabble unfortunately, kinda ends in a cliffhanger but it’s nothing too bad dw!

note | surprise!! lmao i finally finished the last 2 parts for this fic so here’s drabble 14 <3 drabble 15 will be out within the week so watch out for it too! (and ofc, let me know what u think! comments and reviews are received with much love and appreciation :’>

series index | general masterlist

For most people, there's not much fanfare when it comes to celebrating friendships. Most friendships sadly don't last long enough to warrant a celebration and those that do aren't typically bragged about compared to romantic relationships.

You're one of the lucky people whose friend group has survived time and distance, and even different career paths and different ages. And your luck especially shows during times like these.

"Happy Friend-versary!"

You giggle at the judgmental look on Yoongi's face when the last word is uttered. Taehyung, the one who said the greeting, remains unbothered.

"I keep telling you," Namjoon starts, shaking his head, "friend-versary isn't a word. Keep saying it and Yoongi hyung's gonna have your head."

"Lighten up, Yoongi-ah," Seokjin cuts in. "It's not everyday a friendship lasts ten years."

That's right. It's your ten-year friendship anniversary. It's the tenth year you've known each other, and it's the tenth year since you all became friends at university. Normally, you and the guys eat at your favorite samgyupsal place near your old college campus, but this year being your tenth, you all decided to take it up a notch and eat at a fancy steak restaurant to celebrate.

"Ten years," Jungkook muses, a fond and grateful look on his face. "I can't believe it's been ten years since we all first met. I was only a freshman back then."

"Oh my, that's insane!" Hoseok shakes his head. "You were practically a baby back then, Jungkookie."

"Yah!"

"He's right, Kook," Jimin insists. "We practically raised you."

"Practically?" Seokjin scoffs playfully. "You mean, literally! I spent a fortune buying this boy his meals."

"Don't forget all the drinks we introduced him to," Yoongi adds, his earlier annoyance gone at the mention of nostalgic memories. He points an expectant finger at the youngest. "Don't let me down, Kook. Friendship is…?

"...Irish Bomb," Jungkook finishes the sentence confidently with a chuckle. "Man, we have a lot of memories, don't we?"

"No kidding," Namjoon agrees. "Remember that time we went to a karaoke place after finals and we broke their microphone?"

"You mean you broke their microphone?" Hoseok corrects him.

"Ah, right." Namjoon says sheepishly.

"Well, remember that time we all went to the beach and got so drunk that we took the wrong bus home?" Jimin chuckles.

"Yeah!" Taehyung affirms. "And Hobi hyung was so quiet and his face was so red, we thought he was angry."

"That was fun," Jungkook says. "All our trips were so fun. Remember that trip we all took to Taehyungie hyung's hometown? The one where we brought our families with us?"

"How could I forget?" Yoongi mutters. "That was the trip our mothers met for the first time and became thick as thieves."

"I won't ever forget that day," Jin muses. "That was also the fateful day that our mothers met Y/N."

All heads turn to you, nearly making you choke on the piece of steak you're chewing. You were so engrossed in the recounting of memories, so lost in the nostalgia, you didn't realize you were being awfully quiet the entire time.

"You alright, Y/N?" Taehyung asks, concerned.

"You're unusually quiet," Namjoon points out. "Is everything okay?"

You swallow the piece of steak you were chewing and wave your hand dismissively as you chug down some water. "I'm fine," you assure them half-heartedly. "It's just that… I can't believe it's been ten years. It's crazy!"

Your voice is unusually high-pitched but if the guys notice anything, they don't comment on it. A decade of friendship has taught them that if something is bothering you, you'll eventually open up to them in time and when you're ready. Instead, they follow your lead and pick up where the conversation left off.

"Don't think you're safe from the embarrassing memories, missy," Jin teases you. "We all still remember when you and Hobi broke up —"

"Hyung!" Hoseok chokes on his wine.

"— and you, for some reason, thought we wouldn't be friends with you anymore."

You shake your head sheepishly. That time back in college is already foggy in your memory, but you still vividly remember how unsure you felt. Unsure of your relationship. Unsure of your studies, of your place in the world. But most of all, unsure of your friendship. You laugh heartily, happy that you can joke about it now that you're all older and wiser. "I'm sorry! I know better now, especially after you all came to my apartment with cheap beer and makeup wipes, telling me how ridiculous I was for thinking that was the end of our friendship."

They all scoff in unison, even Hoseok, who at that particular time was also feeling unsure himself.

"As if anything can ever end our friendship," Yoongi says, scoffing once more.

"Yeah, we've been through so much together," Jungkook points out. "I doubt anything can shake us anymore."

"You're right," Jimin agrees. "You know how rare it is? How we're still close after ten years? Of course, it helps that our moms are all close and we all live in the same city."

"Hm. Come to think of it, the longest distance and time we experienced apart was when Jin hyung had his residency in the outskirts of Seoul." Taehyung rubs his chin. "Or when Hoseok hyung went on tour as a backup dancer with that one idol group."

"Even so," Jungkook ponders. "Even if that's not the case, even if we live far from each other and don't see each other as often, I'd like to think we'd all still remain close."

The rest of the conversation drowns out in the background as you let Jungkook's words sink in. Do they really think that way? Do they really feel as if time and distance won't shake your bond? Do they really believe that no matter what happens, your friendship will remain strong?

You don't realize that your hand is shaking until some of the wine is spilling from your glass, causing the guys to halt their conversation and look at you in concern. You set the glass down on the table and dab a napkin on your lips as your stomach churns in nervousness.

"That's it," Hoseok breaks the silence. "What's going on, Y/N?"

"Yeah, why do you look so nervous?" Namjoon asks softly.

You look at each one of them in the eye and notice how every one of them is waiting patiently for your response.

"I…" You clear your throat before continuing. "I got promoted. I'm, uh… I've been assigned as the communications manager for the new expansion."

"That's great, Y/N!" Jin tells you with pride. "Why are you so nervous? That's great news —"

"It's in New York," you tell them.

The silence that falls around the table is eerie, a stark contrast to how lively it was earlier, and it isn't broken until Jimin speaks up.

"What?"

You look at all of them in the eye with an unreadable expression. On one hand, this is the next big step in your career that will finally give you a chance to explore the world. But on the other hand, like Taehyung alluded to earlier, this will be the farthest you will be from each other.

After ten years, will your friendship remain strong as you bring to the table the biggest change in dynamics the eight of you will ever experience?

"It's gonna be in New York," you confirm.

Taking a deep breath, you drop the bomb on them.

"I'm moving."

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writingjjfics · 3 years ago

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It's not your fault

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader, Platonic!Pogues x reader

Summary: Y/N gets spiked by Rafe at a Kegger and the Pogues find her and take care of her. JJ can't help but feel responsible for what happened.

Warnings: reader getting spiked, effects of drug use, some curse words & Rafe (lol)

Requested?: Yes! Keep requesting🤍

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I apologize if I've made mistakes about the consequences of drugs & again sorry for grammar mistakes. (not my gif)

“Here you go babe” JJ handed you a drink from the keg. “You gonna be okay?” he asked you. You nodded while giving JJ a reassuring smile. He smiled back and gave you a quick kiss before walking away with John B and Pope to talk to some guys from school.

Kie tried to drag you to a group of dancing girls but you chuckled before you shook your head. “Need some time alone, gonna go walk for a bit. But you girls go ahead, and I’ll catch up with you later.” Kie and Sarah gave you an understanding smile before turning around and joining the other girls.

You were always a bit of an introvert when it came to parties like this. Don’t get me wrong you loved to dance and hang out with friends but you couldn’t help to be uncomfortable with so many strangers nearby. You preferred to party with just the Pogues but you also couldn't resist going to the keggers with them.

After you walked towards the more quiet part of the beach you came across an empty log. You sat down and placed your drink underneath you in the sand. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in. Even though you could still hear the loud music and sounds from people at the Kegger you were satisfied with the peaceful moment you were having.

“What are you doing here, stranger?” someone behind you said. You didn’t have to turn around to know who was talking. It was Rafe Cameron.

Rafe Cameron has always liked to tease you by flirting with you occasionally. He can't stand you, which is mutual, but he still thinks you look hot as fuck, and besides, he enjoys making JJ fuming with his flirty comments towards you.

Right now, Rafe wants to take revenge on the Pogues for something JJ, John B, and Pope did a while ago. When he saw you walking away by yourself he saw it as the perfect opportunity to mess with you. Maybe if he let something happen to the Pogue princess then the Pogues will finally learn not to mess with the Kooks.

“Enjoying my time alone so if you don't mind I would appreciate it if you could go away” you answered annoyed.

“Hm, playing hard to get, I see. No need to be so rude Princess” Rafe spoke before ignoring your request and sitting down beside you.

You rolled your eyes and moved further away from Rafe.

Rafe kept talking, but you couldn't hear what he was saying because all you could focus on was making up an excuse to get away from him as quickly as possible.

You looked behind you, in the direction of the Kegger, to see if you could spot JJ or the rest of the Pogues in the large crowd of people. Little did you know, the moment you turned your head, Rafe moved closer to your cup and spiked your drink.

“See you at school or something man” JJ said to the guy he was talking to.

JJ looked around searching for you. He hasn’t seen you anymore since he left you with the girls an hour ago. He saw Kie and Sarah walk by a couple of times but every time it was without you.

JJ knows you aren’t the biggest party type and that you enjoy being on your own but he can’t help but be worried about where you could be. As your boyfriend, JJ always feels a bit responsible for you, he knows you are a grown woman and that you can take care of yourself but you are his precious girl and it would kill him if something would happen to you while he was nearby and could have prevented it.

After walking around for a couple of minutes JJ sees the Pogues standing together, without you, and he walks towards them asking “Where is Y/N?”

Kie raises her eyebrows in confusion. “She needed some time alone, but she never came back to us so I thought she came to you” the girl explained. "She never stays away for long"

“Well she obviously didn’t come to me” JJ responded annoyed. He didn't mean for it to come out harsh but he couldn't help it since he started to panic. “Fuck!”

A Kegger in the Outer Banks was often known for the wild Tourons and creepy Kooks who came to crash the party so who knows where and with whom you could be right now.

“Look she’s probably close by doing fine! Y/N is a smart girl and doesn’t get herself in trouble” John B spoke up. “We’ll find her”

JJ, Kie, and Sarah decided to search for you at the quiet part of the beach while John B and Pope were going to look around at the Kegger one more time.

“We call each other if one of us finds her”

“Well, it was so fun talking to you but, I’m going back to the party now.” Rafe said while standing up.

You gave him a sarcastic smile and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. To say that you are relieved that Rafe goes back on his own and that nothing bad had happened is an understatement.

Rafe turned around one more time, to check if you were drinking from your cup, which you did, before giving you one last flirty wink and a smirk.

You close your eyes to focus on your breathing to calm yourself down once again. After a few minutes of silence, you decide to go back to the Kegger to find JJ.

While standing up you immediately felt very lightheaded. You ignored it for now since that happens to you more often when you get up too fast. But when you try to walk a little further, everything around you suddenly starts spinning. Your legs are starting to feel very heavy, it becomes extremely hard to move forward with each step you try to take. Breathing becomes almost impossible while you start panicking. You try to hold back your tears while you bite hard on your bottom lip.

In just seconds your mind felt empty, you couldn't keep your eyes open, the sounds around you started to fade and dark, moving spots covered your sight before you collapsed.

The morning sunlight shines through the windows. You slowly open your eyes, a little confused about where you are. But with a quick look across the room, you know. You are in your boyfriend's bed at the chateau. Even though JJ's bed is comfortable and makes you feel relaxed right away, you are still a bit confused. You agreed with your parents that you would sleep at home so why would you be at JJ's right now and where is JJ? Besides, you can't remember a thing from the Kegger last night and most definitely not how you ended up here.

You roll out of bed and walk to JJ's closet looking for a pair of jeans as you are only in one of his sweaters and your panties. Finding the mom jeans you luckily had laying around here, you put them on.

You walk towards the living room of the chateau, very slowly because your whole body hurts and your head is throbbing.

The Pogues were sitting on the couch. They were mumbling stuff and looked tired and stressed. No one noticed you coming into the room. “Hey, guys, what's going on? Did something happen last night?” you asked them. Everyone whipped their head around immediately to face you.

“Y/N/N” JJ stands up and quickly walks towards you. He wraps himself around you carefully to make sure he doesn't hurt you in any way. “I'm so glad you are okay baby" he whispers in your ear. The rest of the Pogues come to stand around you while they reassure you by rubbing down your shoulders and back.

“Please tell me what happened, you guys are starting to scare me”

“Rafe.. he uh- he spiked your drink last night” Kie said with a shaking voice

“He did what?? Where? Wait, how- how did you know it was Rafe and why would Rafe do this, I mean, I know he is capable of something like this but why me and when did it happ-” you rambled on but John B stopped you.

“Pope and I found out about Rafe while JJ, Kie, and Sarah found you unconscious on the beach”

John B and Pope walked through the crowd of partygoers. They looked everywhere and asked every person if they had seen you, but with no luck. There was no trace of you.

A brief conversation between the two boys was interrupted by a vibration in John B's pocket. His phone went off and when he saw who it was he immediately answered.

“We found Y/N” His girlfriend’s voice sounded shaky

“What happened? Is she okay?”

“We don’t know but she’s unconscious”

“Please baby, wake up” John B could hear JJ's quiet sobs on the other side. He also heard that Kie was in contact with the emergency services.

“Okay, okay stay calm. Send me your live location so Pope and I can come your way.” John B told his girlfriend before hanging up.

John B filled Pope in on the details as he opened the live location he received from Sarah.

As they walked towards the location, they heard a group of boys whispering suspiciously to each other.

“Did it work?” they heard a voice, John B and Pope vaguely recognize, ask the other boy.

“Yeah, man! It was too easy. I saw Y/N sitting by herself so I knew that was my time to shine” the boy responded with an evil chuckle.

It was at that moment, John B and Pope knew who the boys were. They recognized Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. Without thinking too much John B pushed Rafe. “What the fuck did you do to Y/N!” the brown-haired boy shouted.

“Oh, you know.. just made sure that you dirty Pogues will learn your lesson” Rafe responded and pushed John B back.

“So what's the reason she is unconscious then huh?” Pope interfered.

“Wait dude, she's what?” Topper asked Rafe in shock being confused at what the boy had done to you. He apparently wasn’t filled in on the details of Rafe’s plan.

“Look it wasn't exactly my first plan to spike Y/N's drink but the situation made it so easy. I just had to!” Rafe held up his hands in a defensive way “Besides, I didn't take advantage of her or something”

John B sent a punch straight to Rafe‘s face who fell to the ground. “You fucking left her alone in a state like that! So many fucked up things could have happened with her you fucking psycho” John B yelled. They started to fight and many more curse words were being shouted. Pope and Topper tried to come in between them. “John B stop! He is not worth it. Besides Sarah needs you right now” Pope spoke.

Upon hearing his girlfriend's name, John B came out of his angry trance and stopped. “Were not done with you yet! Just wait till JJ hears it was you!” was the last thing John B shouted towards Rafe before running away with Pope to meet up with JJ, Kie, and Sarah.

“And then we brought you back here, to the chateau” is how John B ends their shared explanation about what happened the night before.

While telling and explaining they moved back to the couch with JJ not once leaving your side.

You were quiet, not knowing how to respond to the entire situation. You shiver at the thought of what could have happened and you fidget with your hands uncomfortable.

Kie nudged John B and pointed her head in the direction of the backyard. Sarah and Pope noticed too. “Yeah, we uh- we'll leave you two alone” Pope spoke. The 4 Pogues stood up and went outside leaving you alone with JJ.

There was an awkward silence for a few more seconds before JJ spoke up.

“I'm so sorry Y/N/N. This is all my fault. I should have paid more attention to you.”

You looked at him confused. “Why would this be your fault? I should be able to go to a party without someone spiking my drink”

“Yeah, no of course. But if I don't always mess with the kooks like an idiot, this never would have happened!” tears started to form in the corners of JJ's eyes.

You took JJ's hands and intertwined them. “Look, this is all on Rafe. Messing with each other stuff is one thing but messing with someone's life is just fucked up. You had nothing to do with this and I don't blame you, Jay. It's not your fault. Besides nothing bad happened to me, I'm a tough girl you know. I can handle this.” you chuckle.

JJ sniffed and let out a small chuckle before wrapping you in a tight hug. “I really thought I lost you back there. Please don't ever leave me” he said with a shaky voice while leaving comforting kisses on your cheek and neck.

You pulled away from JJ to look him in the eyes, his beautiful, blue, ocean eyes. You smiled at him. “I would never leave you, Jay. Well- unless Dylan O'Brien calls me, then I'm out" you giggled. JJ playfully hit your chest. “That's not fair!” You stuck out your tongue to him leading both of you to break out in a comfortable fit of laughter.

JJ went silent again and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “God, I love you so much”.

You wiped some tears away from JJ's cheek “I love you too Jay. I may not look like it but I’m the happiest girl in the world, all because of you and those idiots outside”

“Talking about them, should we join them?”

“Yes, we should”

JJ and you stood up from the couch, kissed each other, and made your way outside still holding each other. You were ready to forget everything that happened last night and couldn't wait to have fun with the Pogues today.

JJ on the other hand was not quite ready to forget. He was too busy thinking about how to get back at Rafe.

No one gets away with hurting his girl.

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obxsummer · 3 years ago

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T-Shirt Troubles // The Pogues

word count: 2.8k

pairing: platonic!pogues x female!maybank reader

warnings: S2 SPOILER FREE, verbal abuse, underage drinking, cursing

summary: jj doesn’t take a lot of things seriously, but when it comes to you, his little sister, he’s as serious as can be. luckily for you, his friends feel the same way, but your new boyfriend’s about to be put in his place before he knows it.

request: hi! could i maybe request a platonic pogues with a reader who’s jj’s little sis who’s like 2 years younger and they call her like “lil maybank” or “lil pogue” and she brings her new boyfriend on a boat day and he ends up being kind of mean to her and the pogues are like oh no get this fool out of here? sorry this is kinda long but i just thought it would b so cute to see the pogues caring for her :)

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To say your brother was protective was the biggest understatement of the year. Your home life was no help, but it felt like JJ had eyes on you no matter where you were or who you were with. Half the time, the only people he trusted around you were the other Pogues, and even then, he didn’t keep his eyes off you for long.

“You’re my little sister,” He would always say, “Of course I have to look out for you.”

Sometimes, you really did appreciate it, especially when it came to escaping from Figure 8 when you got a little too over your head in mischief. JJ would be the only one who had an idea crazy enough to work and get you out in one piece with minor repercussions.

It was the worst when he stepped in front of your dad for the hit you were meant to take. JJ took his older brother status very seriously. In fact, Kiara would often joke it was the only thing he took seriously in his whole life. That meant he protected you from everything whether you needed it or not.

The other Pogues weren’t too far off. Kiara always watched out for you in school, when you all went that is. She got you a few shifts at The Wreck to keep you out of trouble and most of her clothes ended up in your drawers more often or not. She wanted to help, even if it meant fixing your hair or picking an outfit and you were like a little sister to her so she was more than willing to step up.

Pope was more on the academic side. He helped you with your homework, studying, and he was always there to answer even the weirdest of questions you conjured up. JJ could ask why the sky was blue, and Pope would smack his shoulder in retaliation, but if you asked why the clouds were white, Pope wouldn’t hesitate to sit there and explain as much as he could for you.

John B was nearly as bad as JJ. Considering he was the eldest of your group, it was inevitable for him to “Mom” everyone. He knew JJ most of his life, and you for almost all of yours. John B knew you were a troublemaker like your brother, and it was his job to keep you both in check. However, John B’s soft spot for you was his downfall. He could be hard and straight up with JJ, but he couldn’t help but be a little softer and lenient when it came to you. If you picked a fight in school, JJ would yell before John B took the time to ask how many hits you got in and clean your injuries. It was like they worked in tandem to keep you together.

What JJ never prepared for, was you dating. He knew he couldn’t keep you from a relationship forever, but he at least hoped he would get a say in who you associate yourself with. In the midst of the school year, you somehow managed to find yourself in conversation with Jake Tiken, a Kook who showed up to one of the parties at the Boneyard.

It had started out as simple talking and an exchange of numbers before things started escalating. You knew your brother would catch on sooner than later so you tried your best to keep everything on the down low until you felt comfortable enough to tell JJ.

Jake, however, found it very suspicious that you had yet to introduce him to your friends and brother and instead questioned you about it nonstop.

“Is there something you’re hiding from me? Is that it?”

“No!” You defended as you pushed away from Jake to increase the distance between the two of you. He would never lay a hand on you, but his words did enough damage most of the time to keep you questioning your worthiness and importance to him. “I’m not hiding anything, Jake. I told you, JJ’s just really overbearing sometimes and I don’t want him to get upset that I didn’t tell him sooner.”

“If I’m as great of a guy as you say I am then he should have no problem with it,” He retaliated as he took a few steps closer to you. “Maybe it’s you he should be ashamed of. If anything, I’m going to boost your cred. Being seen with me will do more for you than your brother ever could.”

“Don’t talk about JJ like that.”

“Come on, Y/N,” He begged as he slid an arm around your shoulder and pulled you uncomfortably close. “Let’s just go out on the boat with them tomorrow. It’ll be a good time, we can have a few drinks, get to know each other and then you can come back here and we can spend some time alone, if you know what I mean.”

“Fine,” You caved with a sigh as you pulled your phone out to text the group. “1:00 tomorrow, okay? And please don’t try to show off for them.”

Jake smiled before pressing a hard kiss to your lips. “You bet, baby.”

JJ knew something was up. He wasn’t dumb, and having you as a sibling always kept him on his toes. He was always looking, noticing you coming home late, or not at all. The way you started dressing different, or eating less than normal. He wasn’t the only one that noticed either. Kie picked up on it first and mentioned it to him and then he could not stop paying attention to it. You looked smaller, didn’t hang out with them as much, and you surely didn’t smile like you used to.

It broke his heart. He wanted to be there for you as a confidant but now he feared he drove you away in the process. JJ let out a groan and flopped on the couch at John B’s before pulling his phone out.

the pogue lyfe for me

lil pogue

iMessage

boat ride tomorrow? i have someone for you guys to meet :)

JJ’s heart undoubtedly sank and a pit formed in his stomach. He figured he was probably being dramatic, but when John B came flying through the door, he knew he wasn’t the only one.

“What the hell is this?” John B pointed to his phone screen that held your message. “Did you know about this?”

“Do I look like I knew about it, man?” JJ shot back as he ran a hand through his hair in distress. “This is why she hasn’t been around lately. Who the hell is she talking to?”

“Whoever it is, they can’t be nice to her,” Kie’s voice interrupted. Pope was right behind her as they emerged from the screened-in porch. “We’ve all seen it. She isn’t herself and she pulls on a fake smile when she’s with us.”

Pope glanced around the room. He could tell everyone was worried, as he expected. When something happened to one of them, it wasn’t horrible. They all had each other’s backs, but they never ever wanted you to feel like they didn’t have yours too. You were important to them, often the glue that kept them together. If anything happened to you, none of them would forgive themselves, Pope knew that for sure.

“We have to be ready,” JJ said as he tossed his phone aside. “Whoever it is, we act like nothing’s wrong but as soon as we get one slip up, it’s game time.”

“J, are you sure?” Pope asked. When he got a sharp glare, he raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying. What if this person is really good for Y/N? I don’t want us to go in with the impression that we have to find something wrong if there isn’t anything to find.”

John B sat on the couch by JJ’s feet with his eyes still trained on your message. “I have a feeling we’ll find something wrong a lot easier than we would like to.”

The boat ride came a lot sooner than you would’ve liked. Jake was adamant that you ride out to the lighthouse with him and the rest of the Pogues could meet you there. You couldn’t lie and say you were excited because in honesty, your stomach was flipping in anxiousness.

You weren’t sure if Jake was your forever person anymore. When you guys first hung out, it was amazing. You were experiencing places and events that you never would have as a Pogue. Jake’s Kook lifestyle brought you adventure, and you loved that feeling, but you missed your brother and friends more. You hadn’t gotten to spend as much time as usual with them, and it hurt to know that. Not to mention, Jake had a way of being toxic with his words. He put you down more than anything, and you were beginning to question why he was dating you in the first place.

“You best have put a good word in with your brother about me,” Jake commented as he popped open a drink while steering the boat. You sat behind him silently, one of John B’s t-shirts covering your body over your swimsuit. The sun was warm, and you could already envision JJ doing a flip off the boat into the cool water once he got too hot. You were excited to see your family after what felt like forever.

“He doesn’t even know we’re dating, Jake,” You replied as you adjusted your sunglasses and pulled your legs up to your chest. “None of them do, but I don’t know why they would be against it.”

“Better not be,” Jake mumbled before downing the rest of the beer in his hand. He sat down in the seat and placed his hand on your knee as he continued to drive. It took everything in you to not pull away.

“There they are!” Kie pointed towards the two figures on the brand new boat that was approaching. Everyone on the HMS Pogue shifted to see where she was looking.

JJ sat up straight and pushed his sunglasses on. “It’s go time, guys. Keep your eyes peeled and attack when provoked.”

Pope rolled his eyes at the performance. “That’s your sister, bro. At least give her a chance to introduce him and everything.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Sarah asked as she squinted in the sunlight before looking back to her boyfriend.

John B slouched in the driver’s seat and shared a glance with JJ. “You’ll see.”

“J!” You stood up as soon as you spotted your brother and made your way to the front of the boat. You helped Jake anchor the boat next to the HMS Pogue before you were climbing across with the help of Kie’s hand.

You were quick to wrap all of your friends and brother in hugs before you started introductions. “Everyone, this is Jake. Jake, these are my friends Kiara, Pope, John B, and Sarah. And that’s my brother, JJ.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Jake offered a smile and a wave as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to sit next to him. “I’m glad I could finally see the people that Y/N never shuts up about.”

Everything was fine for a while. Jake was conversing with the boys, Sarah and Kie were filling you in on any drama, and JJ was still paying close attention to your every move and word. You had a slight inch of hope that maybe everything would work out after all.

“Aye, Y/N, I’m gonna need that shirt back eventually,” John B called from the back of the boat where he was grabbing a beer from the cooler. Your apparel hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. “Not sure why you keep stealing it because it’s my favorite.”

“That’s exactly why I keep stealing it, JB!” You commented back with a laugh over the sound of the music Kiara was playing from her speaker. The shirt was balled up in your lap, having been discarded so you could get some sun on your skin and warm up.

Jake was quick to ditch the conversation with your brother and Pope to face you as he glanced at the shirt you had been wearing. “What’d he just say?”

Knowing that the peace was over, you frowned at the question. “What are you talking about?”

“Were you wearing some other guy’s shirt?” You could see it in Jake’s expression that he was pissed.

“What the hell is your problem?” You hissed as you glared at him and shifted so your friends couldn’t see your expression. “John B’s like my brother, we all end up with each other shit’s from time to time. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is to me!” Jake retaliated. You glanced over to make sure nobody was paying attention to you two but JJ’s eyes weren’t leaving the scene any time soon.

“Oh, my God, can we deal with this later? I’m trying to have fun.”

Jake shook his head and grabbed your arm roughly to pull your attention back to him. “No, we deal with this now. Are you fucking him behind my back? Is that why you have his shirt and didn’t want me to come around?” He was loud enough now that you had everyone’s attention.

“Do you hear yourself?” You shouted at him. “John B’s dating Sarah, do you seriously think I would do that to my best friends?”

“I think you’re a whore who will do anything to get someone’s attention!” Jake snapped back as he ripped John B’s shirt out of your grasp before tossing it in the ocean behind him.

John B was on his feet first. “Time for this bitch to go.”

“Whoa, who the fuck do you think you are?” JJ was next and went to throw the first punch but you jumped in front fast enough to stop him before he could. “Let me teach this guy a lesson, Y/N!”

You gaped at your boyfriend before glancing back at your friends who were watching with curious expressions. JJ and John B we’re ready to pounce at your signal. “What the fuck, Jake?”

“Get the shirt. I dare you. You have to choose. Me or them?” Jake crossed his arms and watched you carefully. “I’m actually curious.”

You rolled your eyes, beyond done with his bitchy Kook attitude. “You know what, this is ridiculous.” You stood up on the seat of the boat and kicked your shoes off.

“If you go in for that shirt, we’re done.”

You flipped him off before jumping in and swimming to grab John B’s shirt, knowing he was watching you the entire time. As Kie and Sarah pulled you back on the boat, Jake stared at you with cold hard eyes.

“You’re a dumbass if you seriously think I would choose you over my family,” You laughed in Jake’s face as you walked towards him. “And for your information, nobody calls me a whore and gets away with it.” You shoved him as hard as possible, watching with a smile as he stumbled over the edge of the boat into the ocean with his ridiculously expensive clothes on. “Consider this our breakup!”

“Buh bye, bitch!” JJ howled with laughter as he lifted you into a hug and pulled your feet from the ground. John B was quick to drive away from Jake’s angry shouts as you all left him in the water to find his own way back onto his boat but not without everyone giving him a nice middle finger on your way past.

“There she is!”

“That’s our little pogue!”

“Wow, he was a dick!”

You let out a deep breath once Jake was out of view and flopped onto the seat. You wrung all the water out from John B’s shirt before holding it out for him. “Who knew someone could get so pissy over a t-shirt,” You scoffed.

John B rolled his eyes and waved you off. “I was joking about the shirt, Y/N. You’d end up stealing it anyways.”

You laughed and sank back against the side of the boat. “You’re not wrong about that.” You looked over to see JJ staring at you expectantly. “Go ahead, yell at me, tell me how stupid I was. I’m ready for it.”

To your surprise, JJ shook his head. “Nah, I think you handled that one pretty well, Poguie. Proud of you.” He leaned over to kiss your temple before messing up your hair with his hand as you tried to smack him away. “Although, I really would’ve loved to knock his perfect teeth out.”

“Tell me about it,” Pope commented as he adjusted his hat on his head. “Nobody messes with our Baby Pogue and gets away with it.”

“I’m literally two years younger than you guys!”

“Quiet, Poguie, the adults are talking.”

“JJ, shut the hell up!”

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giesswrites2 · 3 years ago

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ೃ ⋆｡˚. JJ X FEM STUDIOUS!READER .ೃ࿔* WARNINGS! — canon typical violence, suggestive content, and mild swearing!

CONTENT — jj x fem studious!kook reader (as in like,,,all around perfect confident student aiming for valedictorian type shit)

SUMMARY — in which jj has a playful relationship with the reader, who he thinks is trying to get with pope. the reader meanwhile is interested in jj but enjoys teasing him a bit.

A/N — feel like my headcanons get too long and wordy so i sucked up my fear and wrote a little imagine. uh,,,hope you enjoy it, sorry asf if it sucks, it’s 3am and i have work tomorrow but i wanted to post, i’ll edit it soon!!!

YOU ONLY KNEW JJ MAYBANK BECAUSE OF SCHOOL. well, you didn’t know him, per say, but you’d interacted with him enough to know you were friends. the two of you never had too many opportunities to interact seeing as you were in ap after ap, while jj was…not. however, electives existed, and fortunately, you managed to share two of them with jj maybank.

jj was funny, cute, and had this weird way of always knowing exactly how to brighten your day. granted, he was rarely ever at school, so he didn’t brighten your day all that often, but despite that fact you still managed to harbor a silly little crush on the infamous jj maybank. could anyone really blame you though? with those eyes, that hair, and that laugh, it was practically inevitable.

luckily for you, jj had actually decided to show up at school today. you had seen him walk in alongside his crew just before the bell rang. you had decided against approaching him in front of the others since you weren’t sure if he had ever mentioned your friendship (if you could even call it that) to them. you did know, however, that the group took the whole “kooks vs pogues” fued very seriously and you weren’t exactly in any rush to start petty drama because you crossed some imaginary line.

and sure, while you found the war between the kooks and the pogues relatively stupid, you still found it strangely endearing how they always ran around causing trouble together and having one another’s back. it was something you could say you envied, seeing as you didn’t really socialize outside of school.

it wasn’t until the end of the school day that you saw jj again, leaning against a wall as he scrolled through his phone, most liking waiting for his friends. you watched him curiously, mentally debating whether or not to approach him. you knew you’d do something stupid if you did and it wasn’t exactly smart to get involved with jj, even platonically. he was the sort of distraction you couldn’t really afford.

which is exactly why you held your head high and made your way towards him. what the hell am i doing? “i must be dreaming. is that really you, jj?”

jj’s head shot up at his name, smiling and pushing himself off the wall at the sight of the smartest girls in his grade making her way towards him. of course, his opinion was biased but no body had to know that. back when the two of you were still in the same academic league (elementary school, if we’re being exact), he remembered you’d slide him answers whenever there was a quiz he was noticeably struggling on, and he never even had to ask. that was about six years ago, and now those fond little elementary school memories are partially what’s stopped him from immediately scowling at the sight of you, a kook, throughout those same six years.

you hadn’t done anything to him to fuel that hatred except have everything: a good family, brains, friends, money. he knew it was unfair to despise you for a life you were born into but he didn’t really care, it was kooks vs pogue’s after all. except, he couldn’t despise you. not one bit. and everyday that became an ounce more obvious.

once you got close enough to him, jj held out his arms. “there’s my favorite answer sheet.”

“shut up,” you laughed, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down into a tight hug. “i haven’t seen you in forever, where the hell have you been!”

why’d you have to make it so incredibly hard for jj to hate you? even in the few electives you shared, you were always so helpful and kind to him. you’d listen to him talk about anything with big, kind, enthusiastic eyes and he’d have to refrain from kissing your pretty face every time. whenever he didn’t understand work or wasn’t listening to instructions, you’d huff with a gorgeous smile and help him out with whatever it was he needed. you always expressed your concern when he was absent for a little too long, he really didn’t know how to take it.

it almost let jj forget that you were a kook and he was just another pogue, unable to provide for you in the way a partner should.

“what can i say, i’m a busy man.” jj hugged you back, relishing in the cool feel of your skin against his. pulling away, he shoved his hands in his pockets, “let me guess, you’re looking for pope?”

the question threw you off a bit, because initially sure, you had been looking for pope. you couldn’t help the pride you felt when you heard pope was aiming to receive a scholarship, and a generous one at that. which is why you had been looking for him, to try and convince him to take part in the student government in hopes that maybe it would up his chances of impressing those at the scholarship interview.

“uhm, yes, actually?” you quirked an eyebrow, mildly surprised. “do you know where he is?”

“uh, no but i’ll ask him.” jj said as he started typing on his phone.

eyeing him as he sent a message, your lips quirked into a small smile, “you look nice today, jay, d’you finally decide to take a shower?”

“funny,” jj smiled, shaking his head with a small chuckle before looking up from his phone. “pope’s caught up talking to a teacher. need me to pass a message?”

“that’s okay, i was hoping to ask him myself.”

jj figured that much based on your body language; you were most likely going to confess to pope, probably even ask him out. while his predictions have been known to fall a bit short sometimes, this made sense because the two of you actually seemed compatible. jj wouldn’t admit he was mildy jealous of the attention you gave pope since the two of you shared more classes together, but it was always there, sitting in an ugly pile in his chest.

jj nodded in understanding, tucking his phone back into his pocket. seeing as you looked a bit on edge, he decided to try and ease your nerves a bit. “hey relax, i’m sure he’ll say yeah.”

you squinted your eyes slightly, how the hell does he know? but you couldn’t hold back the smile forming on your lips at the news that pope would accept the offer. “and you’re sure about that?”

“i mean, why wouldn’t he?” jj shrugged, trying to wave off the mild hurt. “you’re smart, he’s smart, you guys are like two smart peas in a little educated pod. it’s uh, perfect.”

your smile dropped as you realized the miscommunication that had occurred. “oh no, no no, i’m not asking pope out.”

“oh,”

“yeah, no, i’m just asking him to consider being vp.” you laughed softly as you pulled the folded flier out of your pocket and handed it to him. “the spot’s been empty since sherry transferred and i think pope would be great for the position.”

“right,” jj exhaled with a smile. “my fault.”

“no, it’s okay.” you hummed, and against your better judgement, you attempted to shoot your shot with jj maybank. “don’t get me wrong, pope is great but i’ve kind of got my eyes on this other guy.”

“yeah?”

“mhm, he’s funny and sweet, and incredible at surfing. you wouldn’t happen to know who i’m talking about by any chance?”

“you think he’s an incredible surfer?” jj’s lips quirked up into a smirk.

“oh is that the only part that stuck?”

“maybe,”

“then yeah, i think he’s an incredible surfer. i’m pretty sure everyone here knows he’s an incredible surfer.” you scoffed before looking down at your notebooks and clearing your throat. “do you think i, uh, stand a chance?”

jj’s smirk faltered as he watched you await his answer. “you don’t think you stand a chance?”

you shrugged, “i don’t know, he’s kind of out of my lea—”

“no, hey, you definitely stand a chance, alright?” jj quickly dismissed your concern. “i’ll take you out any day of the week, just name a time and place.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you purse your lips. “jj, i was talking about john b.”

jj’s eyebrows raise and before he could even fully react, you burst out in a laugh and quickly shake your head, “i’m kidding, i’m kidding! i am talking about you, jay, i’m sorry!”

“oh so you’re just in a funny mood, huh?” jj glared at you, tossing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer as the two of you began walking towards the student parking lot.

“you should’ve seen your face!” you laughed, poking at his side. “that was the funniest thing i’ve witnessed in weeks.”

“yeah, yeah, you got me.” jj shook his head as he walked you to your car.

“so about that date?” you asked as the two of you reached your car. leaning against it, you looked up at jj as you spoke. “did you mean it?”

“i meant what i said,” jj assured, “name a time and place.”

“how about—“

“nope, sorry, i’m actually super busy that day.” jj fake winced, “don’t worry though, i’m sure i have a free day somewhere in there.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, “hmmm, i think i’ve changed my mind.”

“hey now,” jj laughed, taking your hand in his. “let’s not get ahead of ourselves. how about tomorrow? is tomorrow good?”

“you want to take me out on a tuesday?” you snort, adoring the way his nose crinkled with his smile.

“hell yeah, we can ditch school. i know this super good breakfast joint just a couple blocks down.“ he suggested, thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand.

“jay, i can’t skip school, it’ll ruin my—“

“your perfect attendance, how could i forget.” jj teased with a playful roll of his eyes.

you laughed, “tomorrow after school works, except you can pick what we’re doing, because i’ll just make you help me study.”

“i’d be okay with that,” jj scoffed, “you strip every time you get one wrong and i’ll strip every time you get one right.”

“that’s cute, but only one of us would be left naked.” you laughed as you detached your hand from his to open your car door, “and it wouldn’t be me.”

jj was left grinning like an idiot as you got in your car, and he tapped on the glass to make you roll down the window. when you finally rolled it down, he pursed his lips and shrugged a shoulder, “see, i’m not entirely opposed to that though.”

“ha, ha, jj.” you hum as you gently pushed his face away. “i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? and hey, if you need a ride home, i don’t mind driving you.”

“nah, that’s okay.”

“i’m serious, jj, i don’t mind.”

“yeah i know, i know, but it’s cool, i’ve got john b.” jj assured, biting back a smile.

“wipe that stupid grin off your face, jay.”

“sorry, sorry, you just sound really cute trying to take me home with you.”

“oh fuck off!”

#obx imagine #obx #obx jj #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader

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thatshithurted8 · 3 years ago

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Marigold (3)

Summary: Confessions, reconciliation and new beginnings. After finding out the truth Y/N rejoins the Pogues to become their newest member of the group in pursuit of the gold. However, no one could’ve known the hell this was going to raise.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader, Fem!Reader x Platonic Rafe, JJ Maybank x Introverted!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

“I don’t understand what I did wrong.” JJ says with a sigh, throwing himself against John B’s couch while throwing his phone to his side. He was tired of getting excited every time his phone buzzed, in hopes you finally answered him back.

“How many times do I have to tell you my stupid brother probably said something to her.” Sarah says rolling her eyes at the thought of Rafe.

“Should I text her again?” The blonde asks looking around at his group of friends.

Pope’s eyes almost pop out of his head as he chokes on his water. “Dude you’ve texted her how many times already? Just wait for her to text one of us.” He says causing everyone to agree.

However, JJ didn’t like this answer. It had been a week since he last saw you and he genuinely thought things were going well, but you have yet to reach out to any of the Pogues or Sarah. Yet the blonde was still holding out hope that for some reason you would magically show up to the boneyard party that was happening later that night.

Suddenly a phone goes off signaling someone just received a text, which causes JJ to grab his phone with what seemed like super speed, but he is instantly disappointed when nothing appears on his screen. He sighs and throws his phone down again before starting to bite his nails, a nervous habit he has picked up over the years.

“Oh shit guys!” Sarah exclaims looking at her phone, she was the one to receive the text.

“What?” Kie asks as everyone looks at the blonde girl expectantly, JJ with a scowl. John B looks over his girlfriends shoulder and starts to smirk along with Sarah before looking over at JJ.

“What?” He asks moving his fingers away from his mouth.

“Looks like tomorrow is your lucky day Maybank.” John B says with a wink before walking over to the fridge to get a beer.

JJ, Pope and Kie furrow their eyebrows in confusion and Sarah finally speaks up, putting her phone in her back pocket. “Y/N and her family are coming over to my house for dinner tomorrow night.”

Suddenly the Maybank boy feels hot as heat rushes to his face. He was going to talk to you and set things straight, but he had one more problem to deal with that day, and that was Rafe Cameron. JJ knew that if he sees him at the boneyard tonight he won’t be able to control his anger. After all, Kie had to escort the blonde out of the wreck the other day when Rafe, Kelce and Topper walked in, Rafe shamelessly talking loudly about you, smirking at the peeved off boy every now and then.

The early hours of the evening seemingly sped past the group and now it was dark out, everyone was scattered around the boneyard dancing and drinking. JJ has had a few drinks and was trying his best to stop himself from drunk texting you. So to distract himself the blond walks up to a random touron and asks her to dance which she instantly obliges.

The Maybank boy was actually quite successful letting loose. In fact at some points his mind was able to drift away from you and to the party instead. However, that was until Rafe, Topper and Kelce joined the party.

JJ was talking to Kie and Pope both of their heads were turned to the boys that just arrived and the blond could sense the tension radiating off of his friends. He looks up and his blue eyes meet Rafe’s cocky ones. Rafe smirks and kisses the air before turning to talk to some other Kooks.

JJ’s hands clenches in fists and his two friends immediately turn to him to prevent him from doing something stupid. “You’re going to see Y/N tomorrow there’s no need for a fight.” Kie says sternly, as her mom mode activated.

Pope agrees, but JJ continues to burn holes in the back of Rafe’s head. His attention only turns away when John B and Sarah walk over to the group, giving JJ a beer to distract him.

After gulping down his distraction drink JJ seemingly lost count how many drinks he had as the night went on. JJ was borderline wasted and everyone loved the drunk JJ that was making an appearance. After all, JJ was two types of drunks. The first being funny as he stumbles around while making incoherent sentences and lacking impulse control. The second was aggressive JJ that does even more stupid shit without thinking. However, tonight JJ was being his funny and carefree drunk self.

Although, the state of euphoria the blond was in crashes down when he walks over to the keg to get another drink even though he should’ve been cut off four beverages ago. Just as the blond is about to reach the silver keg Rafe, Topper and Kelce stop him, Rafe pushing him back a bit.

Being in their presence causes a wave of anger to wash over JJ and he immediately clenches his fits. “What do you want Rafe?” He asks shooting daggers' at the Kook Prince.

“I was just wondering if you’ve heard from Y/N?” He asks, a smug smirk crossing his face when he sees JJ’s reaction.

“Fuck off.” JJ says pushing past them and towards the keg.

Rafe laughs at this and starts to walk away with his best friends. However, as JJ is filling up his cup with alcohol he instantly drops it when he hears what Topper had to say to his friends.

“I can’t believe Y/N believed what you said about him.”

The blonde storms over with a clenched jaw and doesn’t hesitate before grabbing Rafe by the shoulder, turning him around and punching him in the jaw. “What did you say to her!” JJ yells, spit flying from his mouth. Rafe stumbles back, but Kelce and Topper waste no time in defending their friend.

A small crowd of teenagers watch on as Rafe, Kelce and Topper all team up onto the drunk blond. “I told her who you truly are. A dirty no good for nothing Pogue.” Rafe says punching JJ right in the eye which would later create a black eye.

JJ was at a disadvantage of being intoxicated, making him stumble and fall into the soft sand below him. Rafe continues to pummel the Maybank boy, getting on top of him as Kelce and Topper stand over the two watching as if they were back up.

As JJ tries his best in his drunken state to protect his face from the punches with his arms while simultaneously trying to get a disoriented hit in, John B, Sarah, Pope and Kie all run over.

Topper and Kelce perceive the presence of the rest of the Pogues as a threat, causing them to immediately stop them from stopping the beating JJ was getting from Rafe. The four boys push each other around while profanities and insults flew through the air.

“Rafe get off of him!” Sarah yells at her brother as her and Kie try their best to get the Kook off of JJ. However, the brunette was so in the moment and high off coke that he blocked their screams out and continued to punch JJ, hitting him in the face or his arms.

As his arm moves up to punch the blond again, who had blood dripping down his face, Rafe’s elbow comes up and hits Sarah in the face causing her to clutch her cheek bone as she falls backwards. Once John B saw Sarah in the sand he pushes Topper to the ground, making the blond face plant into the sand.

John B runs and tackles Rafe off of his best friend before punching him multiple times in the face over and over again, like how he did to JJ. Kie rushes over to JJ’s side who was leaning up on his side and spitting blood out of his mouth. With how intoxicated he was he couldn’t feel the pain of his injuries.

Suddenly the sound of sirens could be heard coming towards the Boneyard, causing the rest of the party goers to scramble.

“John B it’s Peterkin we gotta go!” Sarah yells trying to pull her boyfriend off of her brother, while still clutching her bruised cheek. If it wasn’t for Sarah’s pleading John B probably would have kept on throwing punches until Peterkin arrived, which would’ve made him go into foster care for sure.

He hesitantly gets up, leaving Rafe on the ground who groans and tries to get up, but Kelce and Topper rush over to help him. Pope and Kie have already walked JJ half way to the van, but the sound of police sirens were coming closer so Sarah and John B quickly run over to their friends, abandoning the scene.

Nerves rushed through your body as you, your parents and brother walk up to the front door of the Cameron family home, with flowers in your hand. You’ve been talking to Rafe a lot more lately, but seeing him wasn’t what was making you nervous, even though Rafe would hope it was. It was because you hadn’t talked to Sarah since the last time you saw her and you feel really bad about how you left. You were worried that she was going to be mad.

To your surprise the dinner at the Cameron household went well. In fact, when you first arrived with flowers for Rose in your hands, nerves were basically radiating off of you. You were worried that things would be awkward after how you left the week prior. Hell, you didn’t blame Sarah if she was mad at you the least you could’ve done was say goodbye to her.

However, these feelings washed away when you saw Rafe and Sarah. When Rafe walked down the stairs he gave you a warm hug that lasted a few seconds. Although, you didn’t have feelings towards Rafe romantically he was your comfort person after all of these years. And when you saw Sarah you were shocked to see her greet you the same way. She wasn’t mad. In fact, she knew she couldn’t get mad at you when Rafe brainwashed you into thinking that JJ was a horrible person. Over dinner though you couldn’t help, but wonder what happened recently, both Sarah and Rafe had cuts on their faces.

Currently you found yourself in the passenger seat of Sarah’s suv, driving through the cut. Sarah said something about needing to grab something at John B’s so there you were, filled with nerves again after leaving your parents and brother to have a bonfire with Rose, Ward and Wheezie.

As you two drove through the part of town you weren’t familiar with thoughts consumed your mind, thoughts of JJ. You were worried that not only the rest of the Pogues were going to be there, but the blond who made your heart race a mile a minute be there as well. If they were there you were hoping desperately that they acted like nothing happened and you haven’t been ghosting them all for the last week like Sarah has.

Despite not knowing the cut very well you knew for a fact that you were going in the opposite direction of John B’s chateau and your suspicion is proven true when Sarah pulls up to the Kildare Hawk’s Nest. Almost immediately you see the old beat up van that John B drives parked a few meters away.

Sarah parks before the two of you get out and walk over to the crews vehicle. The side door was open and to your surprise JJ was no where to be found in the van. As the remaining Pogues greet you Sarah climbs in to grab her sweater from John B, but you don’t notice the brunette starting the engine.

Since Sarah said you guys weren’t staying you remained standing outside of the van. However, you watch as Sarah sits down in one of the seats before John B suddenly speeds off with the door still open, causing your heart to drop. Clearly your fears of them being mad at you were correct, it’s just that Sarah wasn’t able to act on her emotions until now, you thought to yourself. They were playing a cruel joke on you.

“Look up!” Pope yells out of the passenger seat window as the van drives away, leaving a cloud of sand and dirt in the air.

Bewildered you listen to what Pope said and looked up at the Hawk’s nest. There stood the missing Pogue starring down at you with a smile on his face before beckoning for you to come up. Suddenly you realized your friends weren’t mad at you. In fact they pulled what they did to Sarah and Kie out in the marsh, this time you being the one to fall for their trick.

You swallow the lump in your throat before deciding to make the trek up the stairs to greet the boy you’ve been ghosting. As you climb the stairs you didn’t hear the sound of another car pulling up to the town’s popular attraction. Instead you were too focused on what you were going to say to JJ.

Once you finally make it to the level where JJ was your eyes widen while looking at what was in front of you. There sat JJ looking over the skyline while sitting on a large blanket that was surrounded by tea light candles. It looked like a scene straight out of one of your romance novels, which only made your nerves heighten.

Sensing your presence JJ turns his head and instantly stands up with a smile on his face before making his way over to you. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You say awkwardly while looking anywhere, but him.

“Here.” JJ says offering you his hand so you two could walk over to the blanket without stepping on a candle. You hesitantly take his hand which JJ notices, causing a pang of hurt to hit him. Clearly whatever Rafe said to you was really bad.

The two of you sit down and an awkward silence falls upon you two as you do so. The only thing that could be heard was the waves along the beach and a car’s engine in the distance.

JJ lets out a deep breath before finally voicing what he had to say for a while now, “ Y/N. I know Rafe told you shit about me and you don’t have to tell me what he said, but just know I like you. I like you a lot actually and I would never hurt you.”

For the first time you got there you look at JJ and notice two things, one being he had a black eye and a busted lip, similar to the cuts Sarah and Rafe had as well. Secondly you noticed he wasn’t his confident self. The confident JJ you first met at Midsummers was now gone. Instead you were met with an anxious JJ who was fidgeting with the rings on his bruised fingers while looking anywhere, but you. Your cheeks were hot at JJ’s confession while you analyzed his side profile. Despite what Rafe told you, you found yourself thinking and fantasizing about JJ the whole time you ignored him. If what they say is true then time apart definitely made your heart grow fonder for the blond beside you.

“He said that you and John B made a bet to see how many girls you can hook up with this summer and I’m just a number to you.”

JJ clenches his jaw and fists simultaneously as you admit this to him. He scoffs and shakes his head while you look at him. “Do you think I would have set all of this up just to have sex with you?” The blond asks glancing over at you with hurt in his eyes.

You remain silent, not knowing what to say so you simply play with the ends of your sleeves of your crew neck. “I know you probably don’t know who to believe right now, but when I say I’ve never felt this way for someone the way I do you I mean it. And the rest of the Pogues can agree with that because I wouldn’t shut up about you for the past week. If you don’t trust me I understand, but our short time together has impacted me more than I could have ever imagined.” JJ says keeping eye contact with you the whole time. What JJ was saying made sense especially since his actions and what Kie said about his little crush were aligning up with what he was saying.

You let out a sigh realizing that Rafe most likely lied to you for whatever reason and you were mentally preparing yourself to give him the cold shoulder later on. “I’m really sorry JJ. I should’ve came to you first before believing what Rafe said. It’s just he’s been there for me ever since we were little and I have the tendency of avoiding confrontations at all costs.” You say before boldly, but softly grabbing JJ’s calloused hand. He looks down at your intertwined hands then back up to your face as his cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“And what you said about liking me, I think I already knew cause Kie told me.”

JJ rolls his eyes with a playful smile on his face. “Fuckin Kie man.” He says shaking his head causing you to laugh. God he missed your laugh.

“If it makes you feel better though, I like you too.” You say quietly, suddenly all too aware of what you were confessing causing you to shy away a bit.

JJ’s heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. He didn’t know how to react to this news other than to smile ear to ear before grabbing the bouquet of flowers he brought you.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He says handing you over the dark yellow marigold flowers he snatched from some Kooks garden. Heat rises to your face at the sweet gesture. You felt like a main character in one of your books.

“Thank you JJ they’re beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” JJ quickly remarks, not realizing how cheesy his statement was.

You felt flustered as you analyzed the flowers that were similar to the ones that were in your hair the night you met JJ. “Did you take these from someone’s garden?” You ask noticing the roots that were still attached to the stems.

JJ’s cheeks flush an even darker shade of red, now feeling embarrassed that he couldn’t afford to buy you flowers from a store. Pope convinced him that you wouldn’t notice that they weren’t from a florist, but he should’ve known that you would’ve noticed. After all you were technically a Kook and were used to the best of the best.

“I-uh yea.” He says, not being able to respond with something sarcastic or cool for the first time in his life.

“I love them even more.”

“Really?”

“Yes, it reminds me of what Zion did for Lorelei when they first met.” You say referring to one of the books you gushed to JJ about the last time you saw him when he asked about your books.

JJ smiles and moves closer to you, remembering all too well how your eyes would light up while you talked about one of your favourite books and how your nose would scrunch up in distaste while talking about your least favourite character.

Your face feels hot again with the way JJ was looking at you and suddenly you realized how close you two have gotten. JJ slowly brings his hand up to cup your face, his cold rings contrasting with the heat of your cheeks in the best way possible.

JJ’s blue orbs glance from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again. “Can I kiss you?” He asks while you looked down at his lips before meeting his gaze.

You simply nod your head yes knowing if you opened your mouth nothing would come out. With your permission JJ slowly moves in, eliminating the space between you two. This wasn’t your first kiss. In fact your first kiss was with Rafe when you were 10. Although, it wasn’t your first kiss it was the best kiss you’ve ever had.

Your hand reaches up and holds onto the nape of JJ’s neck to deepen the kiss. JJ was loving this new found confidence you were eluding which only made him want you more.

JJ pulls away first, staring at you in amazement before placing a peck on your lips. That was by far the best kiss JJ has ever had which says a lot considering he is JJ Maybank.

The blond pulls you closer to him and you nestle your head into his chest while a wave of giddiness washes over you after realizing you two just kissed for the first time. JJ leans back against the railing with his arm wrapped around you while you two admired the scenic view of the coastline in front of you. You both felt so content.

The two of you were so immersed in this moment that neither of you heard the sound of screeching tires. Unbeknownst to both of you, Rafe sat in his car with a perfect view of you and JJ. He had followed you and Sarah when you guys left after dinner, claiming he was going to Topper’s. Now though he was filled with rage. Clearly you didn’t care or believe what he told you about the dirty Pogues. Seeing you two kiss and then cuddle up together was the final straw before Rafe sped off towards Barry’s, needing his fix.

A few moments of comforting silence goes by before you speak up once again, wanting to understand something. “JJ. There was something else Rafe told me.”

You feel JJ’s body tense at your sentence, but you continue to go on. “Well actually it’s what he showed me.” You say causing JJ’s stomach to drop while he remembers the security camera footage of him and Pope sinking Topper’s boat, in which he took the fall for.

“He showed me a video of you pointing a gun at Toppers head.”

JJ’s breath hitches in his chest. He didn’t know there was a video of the altercation that took place at the start of the summer. “I know that looks bad.” He says recalling the memory.

“Topper was basically drowning John B and I usually would’ve stepped in by tackling him to the ground, but earlier we found that gun while basically going on a treasure hunt because of John B and I guess I just wanted to feel like I had control over the Kooks for once. I don’t know, it was really stupid for me to do that though.” He rambles.

What JJ said made sense at the start of the video it was clear Topper was drowning John B for whatever reason and JJ only fired the gun into the air to make everyone leave. No, it didn’t justify putting a gun to Topper’s head, but you’ve seen first hand how Kooks treat Pogues and you didn’t like it.

“Well after seeing how Topper treated you at Midsummers, whatever caused that fight he probably deserved it.” You say matter of factly causing JJ to smile knowing you believed him.

Another comforting silence falls upon you two and JJ places a kiss on the top of your head, causing your stomach to flutter.

“What do you mean you were on a treasure hunt for John B?” You ask softly, breaking the silence.

“John B’s dad was obsessed with the Royal Merchant before he went missing and after Agatha we found a sunken grady white that had his dad’s lucky compass in it even though that wasn’t his boat. So we’ve basically been following this trail of bread crumbs to find something.” JJ rambles while bringing you closer to his chest while a gust of wind blows by.

You simply nod your head, taking in the information JJ just revealed. Suddenly, however, something crosses your mind. Something important.

“Did you say the Royal Merchant?” You ask pulling away from JJ’s embrace to look at his face.

“Yea why?” He asks cautiously. He realized that he basically just admitted that him and the Pogues were trying to find the gold.

“My uncle was obsessed with it too before he passed. Everyone thought he was crazy, but I’m pretty sure he was on to something. We have all of his stuff in my attic I can grab his work when my parents aren’t home to help you guys.” You say looking at him seriously.

JJ looks at you with excitement. This could be the next clue the Pogues needed to find the gold. However, a wave of worry hits him. Him and the Pogues have been shot at and have been in danger multiple times already because of their little treasure hunt, he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“Are you sure you want to help? I’m only asking because we didn’t know what we started when we first got into it and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“JJ, I want in.” You reassure him, knowing how much paperwork you had in your attic and how you could potentially help in a great way.

The blond thinks about the repercussions of you joining for a second before a smile washes over his face, “I’ll text John B to pick us up and we’ll tell everyone that you’re in.”

“I’m in.” You confirm smiling while JJ pulls out his phone to text John B.

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milkiane · 3 years ago

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home

pairings: rafe cameron x reader, platonic!pogues x reader

warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of bruises and blood, profanities, angst

word count: 1181

prompt: ‘then something broke in me and i wanted to go home’ [wish that you were here, florence + the machine] for @pad-foots' 7 days of angst challenge.

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home is where the heart is, they said.

it could be a place, somewhere you’ve found solace in. the place you’d go back to and get thumped by a sense of nostalgia and sentimentality, yearning for the days where it was all so simple.

but truthfully, home is a person. home is a feeling. as you grow older, you’ll start to realize that the concept of home doesn’t have anything to do with stacked bricks and cement, but it’s more of the people you share it with, the people you’ve grown to love.

you haven’t felt at home in weeks.

maybe it was rafe’s lack of affection and care, or maybe it’s because he was high off his ass all the time, or maybe because he wasn’t the same boy you loved.

it was a tiring routine, really. he’ll text you to come over, you’ll get a smidge of hope that he’ll finally come around and apologize for being a dickhead, only to find out that you’re there to watch him snort some coke, take care of him as he comes off his high, and go home with a heavy heart.

you didn’t know what happened, the both of you were okay. you were two teenagers in love, not letting the rivalry between the pogues and kooks get in the way of your blooming romance. everything was doing great until he found the same love and happiness in the drugs he once had with you.

you were so sick and tired of it. you still loved rafe, but you don’t know how much more you could handle until you break.

the jingling of the doorknob interrupted your bustling thoughts, you’ve been waiting for rafe in his room. you sighed as you turned off the tv, completely missing half of the movie.

rafe stumbled across the dark room, fumbling with the light switch as he groaned.

as soon as he flickered it on, your gasp caught his attention, “oh, good, you’re here,”

“rafe, what the fuck?” you immediately ran over to him, supporting his figure over to the bed. his face was bruised and he had a bloody nose.

you went straight to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit under the sink’s cupboard. when you stood back up, your reflection caught your attention. you don’t even look like yourself anymore, features of exhaustion shrouding your face.

you sighed, shutting your eyes shut as you tried to keep your tears in bay. it was as if worrying for rafe 24/7 has sucked the life and ambition from you. your eyes looked dead and dark, full of hurt as you thought of rafe and the mess you’d have to deal with once again.

“y/n?” rafe called out, sitting up against the headboard. wincing as he felt the pain of the bruises.

you took one more deep breath before making your way towards him.

“y/n,” he mumbled softly, grimacing as you dabbed the alcohol-soaked cotton on his grazed temple.

you hummed, avoiding eye contact as you continued patching him up.

“i’m sorry, baby. i knew i said i’d stop getting into fights but-“

you let out a shaky breath, leaning your head on his chest. slowly, sobs racked your body as you clenched the bedsheets in your hands, “i’m so tired, rafe, so tired.”

“me, too,” he cooed, rubbing your back soothingly. you looked up at him to see his eyes red and droopy. he was coming off from another high.

you swallowed, applying more antiseptics on his wounds. as you cleaned up the kit, he grabbed your arm and brought you into his embrace. in his drowsy state, he got to slur out a soft, “i love you, y/n,”

ridiculously enough, tears blurred your vision once more. you let them fall as you whimpered against his arms.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“everything, rafe. i’m so fucking tired of looking after you, you aren’t the same rafe cameron who i fell in love with,” you sniffed, “god forbid i sound pathetic but i don’t want this vile, cruel, and druggy version of you with a tough guy act. i want the rafe who used to cancel golfing out with friends to spend the day watching disney movies with me, the rafe who cooks breakfast in bed, the rafe who loves me and acts as if i was his world.”

you whimpered, ”i- i just want to go home,”

“what do you mean? you are home,” he sat up, trying to blink away the haziness of his eyes.

“no, i’m not, and i haven’t been in weeks!” you cried, removing yourself from his hold.

“y/n, come on. we could fix this, i promise i’ll get better,” he pleaded, his own eyes getting watery.

“i want to go home, rafe, let me go,” you sniffed, “let me go…” you whispered.

slowly, he approached you and pulled you into a hug, letting you cry against his chest.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he repeated over and over again. his own heart breaking with every noise of pain you made.

with one last kiss on your temple, he separated your bodies, “i’m sorry, i love you.”

you let the tears fall freely, squeezing his hand before letting go, leaving him alone in his room.

you drove away from tannyhill, sniffling as you turned on the radio to block out all intrusive thoughts.

putting your car in park, you didn’t realize that you drove yourself to the chateau until you took in the sight of the small cabin and fairy lights hung around from tree to tree.

you inhaled deeply, rubbing your eyes to wipe away all the tears. you didn’t know if they’ll still welcome you in, but all you could do was hope.

the sound of a car engine made all of the pogues pause their bonfire conversation, they didn’t know what to expect when they jogged towards the porch, but it definitely wasn’t a teary y/n.

“y/n?” kiara’s voice called out, her eyebrows were furrowed just like the rest of them.

your head snapped towards their direction, the sight of the group made your heart clench, you started fumbling with your words, “hey guys, i’m sorry. i don’t know what i’m doing here, i’ll just go, i’m sorry.”

“what’s wrong?” pope asked, watching as kiara walked towards you, opening her arms for a hug.

when she wrapped your arms around you, something about her warmth and their concern about you made you break. you clutched onto her tightly as you let your emotions flood, “i’m sorry,”

she shushed you, rubbing her hand up and down your back as you continued to cry.

their hearts broke as you continued to cry, john b walked past the two boys and brought you into a tight hug, followed by pope and jj.

they slowly lowered into the ground as they enveloped you in a group hug.

home isn’t a place. home is where the other half of your soul is, and home is with the pogues.

you finally feel at home.

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witchwyfe · 2 years ago

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the ugly sweater party | kook friend group

I pairing: platonic kook friend group x female reader, platonic (non-canon) rafe cameron x reader, platonic topper thornton x reader, platonic kelce x reader

I précis: ugly christmas sweater party with your friends!

I word count: 1,125

I content + warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, cursing, mentions of being drunk, mentions of throwing up

On Figure 8, any holiday was an excuse for all the college kids to come home and throw parties. You’d been to ragers the night before Thanksgiving for God’s Sake. You love Christmas time. You and your friends always end up drinking too much eggnog at a party and regretting it the next morning. But your favorite is when someone throws an ugly sweater party. You and your best friends have gone every year since high school, and this year would be no different.

“Alright, no complaining okay? I don’t want a repeat of Halloween.”

“We didn’t give you that hard of a time.” Rafe whines, scowling.

“We didn’t, you did.” Kelce reminds him, nudging his side.

“Shut up.”

“Anyway,” You cut off their bickering before it can fully start, glaring at the boys. “This year, I picked them out, and—”

“How is that any different, you pick them every year?”

“Because no one else ever offers to pick.” You narrow your eyes. “Remember two years ago when I let Rafe be in charge?” You wonder.

“It wasn’t that—”

“You wrote merry x-mas on a white t-shirt in sharpie.” You cut him off. “That was so fucking stupid.”

“We didn’t even get top three for best sweater.” Kelce frowns, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Anyway,” You start again. “Imagine if I could speak without getting interrupted. I was going to say that Kelce and I picked them together.” Kelce smiles, moving off the couch so he can sit by you.

You pull out two large bags, giggling slightly. “Oh-kay,” You say slowly. “Who wants to see?”

You and Kelce share a look, matching grins on your faces. You nod at Kelce, watching as he hands a folded sweater to Rafe and to Topper.

“Santa’s nice little boy?” Topper splutters—incredulous. You and Kelce burst into laughter, leaning against each other.

“Santa’s naughty little boy?” Rafe says, flipping the sweater around and holding it to his chest.

“You guys can switch if you want,” You manage between laughs. “But Kelce and I thought those would suit you pretty well.”

“Are these baby clothes?” Topper wonders seriously. The writing on the white sweaters does in fact, emulate Christmas onesies that say things like—my first Christmas—Kelce went above and beyond finding the design your own sweater site.

“This sounds so wrong,” Rafe frowns, shaking his head. “That’s fucking messed up.”

Kelce is practically cackling now, laying on the carpet.

“What do yours look like?” Topper wonders, glaring at you.

“Oh!” You giggle, nudging Kelce again. You pull two more white sweaters out, checking the tags before handing the correct one to Kelce.

You unfold them, unveiling the matching sweaters to Rafe and Topper. Yours says Merry in red cursive, Kelce’s says Christmas in green.

“They go together!” You say, tone saccharine. “Just like yours do!”

“What the hell?” Rafe complains. “How is that fair?”

“Think of it as payback for the sharpie incident.” You grin, laughing evilly with Kelce.

“You didn’t want to help pick them out.” Kelce points out. “And we asked. Many times.”

“What was it you said, Top?” You wonder, furrowing your eyebrows. “’I don’t care what they are, just pick them. I don’t have time for this shit.’”

Topper’s face reddens, the sweater falling limply in his lap.

“We wanted to do those big sweaters, like the two-person ones, but a four person.” Kelce says. “But we decided not to, because we knew y’all would hate that.”

“That would have been hilarious, come on.” You grin, looking to Kelce who nods in agreement.

“Thank you?” Rafe says like it’s a question. “Don’t know if I should be saying thank you for something that alludes to me having an inappropriate relationship with santa.”

“Hey, you said it, not us.”

“Come on guys, we’re gonna be late!” You call up the stairs. The four of you decided to pregame at Topper’s house, since his parents were out of town.

It ended up being much less of a pregame and much more of a listen to Rafe whine about the sweater he hadn’t even put on yet. You and Kelce had each taken a shot of peppermint schnapps though! In an attempt at Christmas spirit.

You and Kelce went all out, deciding to match your whole outfits—ripped jeans and Converse—to pair with the sweaters.

Finally, Rafe and Topper trudge down the stairs, Rafe quite literally dragging his feet, his footsteps reverberating on the staircase.

“Oh, look at that!” You coo exaggeratedly, placing a hand on your heart. “My boys, looking so cute!”

Topper gives you a dirty look, Rafe muttering curses under his breath. Kelce snickers at their obvious disdain, even more so when you share a look with him.

“I’m never forgiving you guys for this,” Rafe declares, looking between you and Kelce. “Just so you know.”

“Oh no,” Kelce feigns a pout. “____, he said he’s not gonna forgive us for this.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rafe groans, effectively cutting off whatever snarky comment you were preparing to make.

“Okay, whatever, no more complaining.” You announce, giving pointed looks to Rafe and Topper. “You’re so grumpy, Rafe, we just need to get some eggnog in you,” You giggle, happy when a smile—albeit a small one—finally makes its way onto his face.

“Alright boys, get together so I can take a picture!” You giggle, whipping your phone out of your pocket.

“Get closer together,” You scold. “Rafael, smile for God’s sake.”

“Please, enough with the mom photos, can we please go now?”

“Someone grab my hand, please!” You whine. “I can’t walk without a hand.”

Rafe sighs, holding his hand out for you to take. Topper has his arm around Kelce, trying to guide him to the car.

“____, come on sweetheart, we need to get you in the car.” Rafe says, tugging your arm gently.

“Want a snack,” You whine again, leaning all of your body weight onto Rafe. “I’m so hungry.”

“If we get into the car, we can go and get something.”

“By the way,” Kelce is slurring his words as he turns to face you and Rafe. “____ and I are picking the sweaters every year. First place in the ugly sweater competition, baby!” He cheers.

You squeal gleefully, pumping a fist in the air.

Topper is mid-pushing Kelce into the car when he jerks away, bee-lining for a nearby bush. He’s emptying his stomach, bent over at the waist.

“Aw, Kelcey,” You coo, rushing over to him. Despite your intent to comfort him, the second you’re close enough, you’re throwing up as well.

“Every fucking year.” Topper sighs, shaking his head.

“Merry Christmas.” Rafe laughs, rubbing your back.

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butgilinsky · 4 years ago

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tension // rc

warning; language, underaged drinking, mentions of cheating, mentions of anti depressants but not rly depression, mentions of smut but nothing descriptive, hella angst

summary; you find out the real reason kiara doesn’t hang out with you and the kooks anymore.

word count; 4.5k+

rafe x reader, platonic!kie x reader, and a sprinkle of rafe x kie

you had been friends with kiara for years. back in middle school, when kiara sat at a table by herself, you shocked your friends by placing your tray directly across from hers and asking her why she chose to sit by herself.

you knew people that liked kiara, so you knew she wasn’t forced to outcast herself, but you quickly learned that she didn’t like the people at your school. she’d rather save turtles that caught in a plastic bag rather than talk about which swimsuit fit her body the best.

she wasn’t like your other friends, and you liked that about her. you liked that she didn’t stray from her genuine personality to fit in, like most people on figure eight did. she was authentic and real, and she wasn’t going to jeopardize that for a surface level friendship.

kiara used to blame her kook year on you. if you hadn’t befriended her in middle school than she wouldn’t have felt so lost when you moved onto high school and she was stuck to finish seventh and eighth grade. the age difference - only two years - never made a difference before, but after spending an entire year with you, her last two years in middle school were hard to swallow.

the pogues didn’t go to the same school, and with you in high school, she had no choice but to turn to sarah. sarah had been a mutual friend between the two of you, and provided a sense of comfort and familiarity that kiara couldn’t find anywhere else.

kiara was excited when she began high school. she could start hanging out with you again, coordinating her elective classes to spend more time around you. it was everything she had been looking forward to for the entirety of eighth grade.

she looked up to you. a girl two years older than her that didn’t care when her friends ragged on her for spending so much time with a freshman. you took her under your wing and made sure nobody gave her shit in high school, and she’d never forget that. even when she spent the entire next year swearing off any and all kooks.

you never understand the switch she had flipped, thinking she had gotten comfortable with her makeshift life on figure eight. you thought you proved to her that kooks weren’t all that bad. you showed her that for every time topper made a crude remark, kelce was there to interject with a light hearted response. you tried to make her comfortable there, treating her like the younger sister you never had.

then she flipped on you. when her and sarah had a falling out, you were caught in the middle of it. you’d been dating rafe at the time, which made you biased in a way you wished you didn’t have to be. you couldn’t throw sarah in your rear view mirror like she didn’t mean anything. she was in the heart of your friend group, and despite what you wanted, you were around her too much to cut her out entirely.

losing kiara hurt. you’d opened up to her about things that nobody else knew about you. you’d slept at her house when things with your parents got rocky. she was there when your brother moved for college, and offered a sense of comfort you couldn’t find in your other friends.

she didn’t ask you to choose, she simply left without another word. she told you that she’d see you in school but that had to be the extent of it. if she was swearing off all kooks, that had to include you, no matter how much it hurt her to walk away from you.

your last summer on the island was supposed to be the best one yet. sure, you’d be back for small breaks during the semester, and an entire month between fall and spring, but you were going all the way to south carolina in august. you were determined to have a good time.

leaving rafe would be hard, seeing as he had just gotten back from his first, and last, year at college, but you were prepared to face the battles, no matter how tough.

something about this summer felt off from the beginning. you didn’t know what it was, but you tried to shrug it off anytime it came up. you did your part in trying to keep your boyfriend and his goons out of trouble, though that proved easier said than done.

it didn’t help when sarah dropped off the radar, beginning to sneak around and disappear for long periods of time. she had blown it off every time you asked, despite you promising her that she could trust you with every fiber of her being. you had been her honorary older sister for years, and you dating her older brother only heightened that.

when she blew off your plans to go to the movie night, you made a mental note to dig into what exactly deemed more important than sneaking drinks during the movie neither of you cared about.

“hey, kie.” your head turned to follow your boyfriend, eyebrows pulled together when he stepped up to the concessions stand to stand beside the girl you hadn’t spoken to in - you don’t even remember how long.

you picked up on kiara’s annoyed expression quickly, sensing a small amount of discomfort in the way that she quickly ignored rafe. he didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just didn’t care, but it captured your interest fairly quickly.

topper tried to grab your attention, mentioning something about the bottle of burnett’s he scored from his plug earlier that day. you waved him off quickly, eyes firmly locked on the two that stood just a few yards away from you.

“how are you?” kiara spared you a short glance before practically rolling her eyes, trying to mentally map out an escape plan, no doubt.

“i’m fine.” rafe nodded, swinging his weight from the balls of his feet back onto his heels.

“good, good. um, tell your boy that we know what he did.” kiara’s expression stood steady, despite the confusion clear in her eyes that you were sure rafe didn’t pick up on.

“sorry, what boy are you talking about?” her eyes found yours again, but she could tell you were just as lost as she was, so she looked back at rafe quickly.

“uh, he’ll know.” kiara rolled her eyes one final time, though the eye contact between the two last just long enough for your fists to clench at your sides before she turned and walked away.

“bye.” you watched rafe watch kiara walk away from him, his hands shoved in his pockets and back turned towards you.

there was something in the way that he watched her leave. the way his gaze lingered on her longer than normal. the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek when he spun around to face you. how his eyes were locked on his feet for a short second before he was offering you a bright smile as he returned to the same smiling rafe before he’d seen kiara.

“what the fuck was that?” you didn’t notice topper pinching the bridge of his nose behind you, shaking his head at rafe’s lack of subtlety. you didn’t see the way that kelce was shaking his hand back and forth, telling rafe to completely deny whatever the hell just happened between him and kiara.

sure, to anybody else watching it was just rafe and kiara talking. two people that supposedly didn’t like each other, despite their shared title of a kook. two people talking about something very vague and somehow secretive.

but to you, it was your boyfriend talking to a girl he often didn’t associate with. it was rafe talking to your ex best friend who had left you high and dry after a fall out with your other friend, which you had no hand in. it was the girl who had deemed you guilty by association after sarah had turned her back on the girl.

it was obvious there was tension between the two of them, but you had no idea why.

“what was what?” rafe wrapped an arm around your neck, trying to pull you into his chest but you planted your hand flat on his chest to stop the collision.

“that whole interaction, the tension, what the fuck was that about?” rafe rolled his eyes and moved to press a quick kiss to your forehead, something he knew calmed you down without fail.

“the only tension between kie and i is the same tension between her and the rest of figure eight. she hates me, ‘cause i’m a kook and i mess with her dirty pogue friends.” you wanted to push it further, wanted to say something else, but you couldn’t stop yourself from melting into the boy’s embrace when he pressed another, longer kiss to your forehead.

“stop stressing, baby. let’s go sit down.” you nodded, accepting the kiss rafe moved to place on your lips.

the next time you noticed something being off was midsummers. your mind had already been racing when you’d stood beside topper, eyes locked on sarah and john b less than a mile away. you were confused as to why she wasn’t being discrete about it, kissing him during one of the biggest events of the summer.

your hand found topper’s arm, squeezing it gently before leaning into his side to provide a sense of comfort that he surely needed. you were confused, hurt for topper, and you knew it would inevitably become your job to get to the bottom of it all.

you were upset that rafe wasn’t ravishing you in your dress, like you had originally planned. he had made a few comments in your ear as the night progressed, especially after the slit in your dress rode up while you crouched behind kelce to hide from your parents while you downed a glass of wine.

his eyes had been glued to you almost all night long, and while you were drinking it all in and enjoying every minute of it, he’d disappeared at some point and you were now left to comfort a confused and hurt topper.

when the commotion between jj and the head of security erupted in the middle of the crowd, your eyes found rafe. you knew he had something to do with it. you would’ve blown it off as a casual kook v. pogue rivalry interaction, but the way his eyes were trained on kiara when she began sticking up for jj made your blood boil.

“you okay?” topper nudged you with his elbow, but you shook your head gently, eyes burning into your boyfriend’s back as he watched kiara run off, despite her parents’ protests.

“do you know something i don’t, top?” his eyebrows pulled together in confusion, not catching on to what you were asking him. “what’s going on between rafe and kiara?”

you knew you’d hit something when topper’s face fell. his lips parted as he tried to come up with something. a diversion, a distraction, an excuse, anything. you could tell he was digging through his brain for something to say to you.

“topper, what the hell is going on?” he started stuttering, falling over his words as he shook his head slowly.

“n-nothing. why would you- what makes you think that anything’s going on with them? kiara and rafe? pfft, that’s ridiculous, y/n.” your jaw clenched and you put a hand flat on his chest, pushing him back and away from the people stood around the two of you.

“topper. spill. now.” your voice dropped to an octave you never used with topper. he’d seen you use it with rafe on multiple occasions, and the one time that kelce lied to you about the wine stain on your carpet. he knew it was a tone that you only used for specific situations, and he knew it meant he had no way out of this.

“i-”

“what’s up with you two?” your head turned towards kelce, the bright smile he held once left his face at the sight of your tensed muscles and hand still pressed against topper’s chest.

“what’s going on with rafe and kiara?” kelce looked panic, eyes looking over at topper who was shaking his head quickly to say he hadn’t told you anything he was supposed to. “kelce.”

“okay, okay-”

“kelce, no!”

“top, we can’t hide it from her forever.”

“we can if you shut up!”

“she’s clearly catching on-”

“only because you’re giving her ammo!”

“shouldn’t we tell her the truth if she thinks it’s still happening-”

“still happening? how many times has it happened?” topper let out a heavy sigh, mentally cursing kelce for saying too much. kelce always had a soft spot for you, and that proved to be a weakness in more situations than not. “someone tell me what the fuck is going on, right now, or so help me god-”

“rafe and kiara slept together, okay? they slept together when you two were going through one of your spats.” your hand fell from topper’s chest, an uneasy feeling flowing through you as you tried to process the given information.

“it happened once when you drilled into him too far and he kind of flew off the rails a bit. he swore it was a one time thing but then they fell into a bit of a routine. it only happened a few times, but-”

“when?” your eyes flicked between the two boys, who were sharing eye contact to decide who was the one who ha to break it to you. “i don’t care who says it, someone just fucking say it!”

“right before rafe graduated.” kelce rushed out, almost out of breath from how fast the words fell off of his tongue.

you were still friends with kiara then. you’d been dating rafe for over a year at that point, and you were finding out about all of this over a year after it all happened.

“how long?” topper sighed heavily, hating the position he was currently in. he was friends with both of you, but rafe was his boy. he’d been sworn to secrecy for over a year now and it would’ve been fine if you weren’t so observant, and kelce wasn’t so guilt ridden.

“a few months, i don’t know. like three, maybe four.”

you wished the ground would swallow you whole then. you knew it wouldn’t have come to light if you didn’t dig so far, but the damage had been done. you knew now, and there was no way around that.

everybody had been lying to you. your boyfriend, who you loved more than anything. your ex best friend, who you still cared for immensely. the two boys who had stood up for you for years. the two boys who you cared for like they had been siblings born into the wrong family.

your eyes stung, maybe from the tears that didn’t often come to you, maybe from the pressure of holding them back. you weren’t entirely sure which caused the burn in them, but it was uncomfortably present. your head started nodding, and your hands found the fabric of your dress, lifting it enough for you to bend your knees and slip off your shoes.

“what are you doing?” kelce started moving before you could walk away, worried he had just ruined seemingly everything with a simple conversation. a conversation he should’ve steered clear of.

“i’m going home, kelce.” you turned around, almost running right into the last person you wanted to see.

“you’re going home?” he spoke gently, eyes locked on your shoes in your hand before looking back up and cupping your face in his hands. “hey, what’s wrong?”

you grabbed his wrist gently, pulling his hand away from your face and setting it back at his side. he was confused, watching you summon every ounce of self control you possessed in order to stay calm in this moment.

“i’m going home.” you said one more time, walking around rafe and towards your car, but you felt a hand on your elbow seconds later, only a few feet away from your previous spot.

“baby what’s going on? at least let me drive you home-”

“why don’t you drive kiara home, rafe?” rafe rolled his eyes, letting out a low groan at the name that slipped from your lips.

“we’re back on this kie bullshit? there’s nothing going on between kiara and i-”

“there was though, wasn’t there?” rafe paused, his movements stuttering as he stared at you with an unreadable expression. “c’mon, rafe. tell me nothing happened. tell me that you didn’t cheat on me with my best friend.”

“who told you? was it kelce? son of a bitch. i knew his soft spot for you was going to bite me in the ass-”

“the only thing that bit you in the ass was your inability to keep your dick in your pants, rafe.” you ripped your arm out of his grasp then, eyes wide and filled to the brim with tears that you refused to let surpass your waterline.

“baby, just listen to me-”

“no, you listen, rafe. i have never loved a person in my life the way that i love you. i have never done anything to hurt you and i would never think of doing something like what you did.

“i have never spent my time thinking about a person the way that i think about you. i never asked you for anything, never asked you to promise me a single thing. i never forced anything onto you, and you couldn’t do me the decency of just staying loyal to me. i would never disrespect you like that.”

he knew you were right. he’d been at the boneyard when tourons approached you at a kegger. he’d seen you turn every single one down before they wasted their breath on asking. he’d seen you duck and dodge every person’s efforts in any situation, just before you came back to him with an amused smile and another story to tell.

you kept him out of trouble that way. you were honest and transparent. you could’ve easily turned them down and pocketed the experience, but you told rafe every time. you didn’t know he saw almost every time, but you did it because you were loyal. you didn’t see anybody else the way you saw rafe. you’d do anything to assure him that he was the only one you had eyes for.

and the icing on the cake was that kiara was involved. meaning that your entire junior year that was spent juggling time between your best friend and your boyfriend, they were spending their free time with each other, behind your back. you would’ve done anything for either of them. you still would.

“y/n, i love you-”

“i wish i believed that, rafe. i really wish i did.” you shook your head gently, looking back at the other two that were watching with guilt building within them. “i’ve been loyal to the three of you to a fault. i’ve never kept anything from either of you, and-”

you shook your head, looking up at the sky to fight the oncoming rush of tears that continued to build. you refused to wipe them before the fell, but you also refused to let them fall. topper and kelce had never seen you cry, and rafe had only see it a few times.

“i expected better, which may be my fault. i just- for fucks sake. topper i just watched your girlfriend cheat on you and comforted you for the last hour! how in the hell is that not enough motivation to say something to me about this?” you were screaming now, but there wasn’t anybody around to hear any of you.

“y/n, i’m sorry-”

“just, forget it. i just want to go home-”

“baby-”

“we’re done, rafe.” his shoulders dropped, along with his jaw as he stared at you in disbelief. “it’s done. whatever this was to you,” you moved your hand between the two of you, gesturing to you as a couple. “whatever the last two years was is over, rafe. we’re over.”

your voice broke, pitching up in the middle of your words. rafe felt his airways constrict as a lump formed in his throat. he felt tears burn his eyes, much like yours had been for a few minutes at this point. he saw you slip through his fingers as you started taking steps back from him, not daring to show any sign of weakness as you squared your shoulders.

“don’t fucking follow me, any of you.” you threatened lowly, spinning on your feet and walking off before any of them had time to process everything that had just happened.

you tried to find your car, heavily disappointed and frustrated when you remembered you’d come with kelce. you were supposed to come on your own, given that rafe was being dragged along with his family.

the frustration was enough to let the first tear slip out of the corner of your eye, falling down your cheek at an excruciating pace. once the first slipped, it was as if the floodgates had been knocked down.

they came faster than you could wipe them away, which led you to leaving your cheeks a stained and wet mess on your walk home.

you tried to think of all the times you’d blindly trusted the pair, never questioning their actions or motives a single time in the past. you never questioned people you trusted. it had been one of your faulty traits, being loyal to a fault. you blindly trusted people, but it had never come back to bite you this intensely.

you rolled your eyes when you saw the pogue’s van on the same road you had been walking down for longer than you could remember. you were sure it’d pass until it didn’t, slowing to an excruciating pace on the road beside you.

“y/n!” you sighed heavily, fully intending on ignoring the group of kids piled into the van beside you until kie stuck her head out of the passenger side window.

“y/n, why are you out here all aone?” you turned then, facing the van that then came to a stop, kiara’s eyes locked on your tear stained cheeks. “holy shit, y/n, what happened?”

kiara had only seen you cry once. it was the summer before you were going into high school, and you’d fallen off of your surf board. you were frustrated, having fallen more than succeeding that afternoon. the pent up frustration tipped you over the edge you’d been teetering on for months.

you told kiara about the problems you’d been faced with, anxious about starting high school and seemingly losing all the friends you’d had your entire life. you didn’t know what to expect, and you were scared, but you never told anybody that.

nobody expect kiara.

“you were my best friend, you know?” you spoke gently, watching as kiara’s face twisted in confusion. “you were my best fucking friend and i trusted you with things i’d never tell anybody else. i told you about my parents almost getting a divorce, and how i almost had to move in with my brother all the way in maine.

“i told you about almost being put on anti depressants, and confessed every secret i ever had to you. i told you everything. i trusted you with everything. never in a million years did i ever think you would’ve gone behind my back and fuck my boyfriend.”

kiara’s face dropped, her eyes widened while a chorus of gasps erupted from inside of the van. she moved to step out of the van, pushing the door open after struggling to unlock it and stepping in front of you on the dark and empty road.

“y/n, you have to listen to me-”

“no, i don’t. that’s why you stopped hanging around, isn’t it? that’s why you ran to the cut, because you went behind my back and slept with my boyfriend for months-”

“y/n, it wasn’t like that, i swear.”

“then what was it, kiara?” you screamed, your shoulders falling further than they already had while you stared at her with defeat evident in your features.

“i fell in love with him.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes while a sarcastic laugh dripped from your lips.

“that’s amazing, kiara. i’m so happy for you. i’m so happy you found love in the one person on the entire island that held my heart in the palm of his hand.” she sighed heavily, anger bubbling inside of her.

“it’s not my fault i fell in love with him, y/n!”

“did you love him the first time you fucked him? is that why you slept with him, or was it only after you’d snuck around behind my back for months that you started to fall for him?” you raised your eyebrows, your patience for this conversation wearing thin.

when she didn’t respond, you nodded. you smiled softly, despite the fresh tears rolling down your cheeks as you stepped away from the van and kiara.

“y/n, wait-”

“get back in the van and never fucking speak to me, ever again, kiara. i don’t want anything to do with you for the rest of my life.”

kiara felt her heart shatter in her chest. watching you walk away with every ounce of the truth hurt more than the day she’d walked away, shielding you from this heartbreak.

she knew it was wrong the first time she slept with rafe. she’d been vulnerable, and seeing rafe vulnerable somehow helped. she didn’t love rafe then, but it didn’t take long for her to fall into it with him. their time together had been brief, but it was something kiara would never forget.

falling in love with her best friend’s boyfriend was never something she intended on doing. she told rafe it was wrong and that they could never be together again after the first night, but she had trouble following her own rules. she’d been heartbroken when rafe broke things off for good. he didn’t want to hurt you anymore than he already had, and kiara had to respect that.

that had been the leading factor in kiara’s hatred for the kooks. she knew kelce and topper knew. she knew rafe would never tell you, and you’d get to live the perfect life by his side. she hated rafe for stealing her heart and crushing it in front of her eyes. she hated you for living the life she wanted more than she’d care to admit.

she hated herself for hurting you, even if you didn’t know. she’d covered it up with the story of sarah’s party that night. though that wasn’t a lie, it was dull compared to her betrayal towards you. sarah was never her best friend, you were. you just, unfortunately, loved the same boy.

you both were in love with rafe cameron, and he chose you.

but none of that mattered to you as you walked home, tears in your eyes and on your cheeks. you had lost everything in one night, and you didn’t know how to process it.

one thing you knew for sure is that you couldn’t wait to move off of this island.

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe #obx #the obx #the outer banks #outer banks #outer banks netflix #drew starkey #kiara carrera #kie carrera

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halpertstuna · 4 years ago

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Could you do 8 and 10 on the prompt list with JJ?

A/N: i’m so sorry it took me so long to answer, i’ve been pretty occupied lately and so i didn’t really have time to write and when i did it was for ‘someone to stay’, anyway, here it is i hope you’ll like it🥺

and PLEASE don’t hesitate to send me requests, questions, messages whatever you want. i would love to make friends and mutuals on this platform plus i love feedback and would really like to hear your opinions(:

also, this turned out way longer than i intended it to be, it was supposed to be a blurb but i guess i’m just gonna turn it into a whole ass imagine cause why not

-> prompt list <-

word count: 1,899 (oops... guess i got a bit carried away)

prompts: “i’m not jealous!”, “you’re hot when you’re mad”

pairing: jj x kook!reader

warnings: a pretty heated make out sesh, jealousy?, platonic Kie, Pope and John B. oh and typos probably.

btw, i was kinda in a rush to post this so please forgive me if it’s not that good, i’m too lazy to edit this again (and this is the first time i wrote something that’s kinda smutty? i mean this isn’t really smut but you get my point. don’t know how i feel about it), anyways, if you’ve made it this far in my insanely long intro congrats! enjoy <3

-> masterlist <-

(gif credit: @anakin-skywalker )

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It’s been almost two years since you started attending the kook academy, almost two years since you became one of the pogues.

On your first day there you met a brown haired hippie chick named Kiara. The two of you had chemistry together and were paired by your teacher to be lab partners.

On your first encounter you didn’t really talk, and on the following couple of lessons it developed to only small talk and warm smiles if you saw each other in the hallway.

Kiara didn’t like kooks, even though technically she kind of was one.

Judging by the way you dressed and the people you surrounded yourself, she didn’t think you were really the type of person she’d get along with.

But when the two of you got assigned to do a project together, you instantly proved her wrong.

You met up with her at the wreck, the two of you talked about the project then yourselves and bonded almost immediately.

You revealed that you actually hated the people you usually associated with, thinking they were all fake, stuck up snobs with their heads way too far up their asses, and the only reason you hung out with them was your parents.

You turned out to be really reckless and funny which she wasn’t expecting at all, but she liked, it kind of reminded her of someone, her best friend, JJ.

She was quick to introduce you to the rest of the pogues and they welcomed you with open arms into their group. You instantly befriended them and vice versa.

Just as Kie suspected, you got along extra well with one particular blond.

The two of you had a lot in common; you were both hot headed and impulsive which often got you into trouble. You two were pretty competitive, always challenging one another.

You being so similar was the reason you got along so well, but it was also the reason you fought a lot, neither of you ever willing to admit you’re wrong or be the first one to apologize, but you couldn’t stay away from each other for too long. The sexual tension between you two could be cut with a knife.

Hungry glances, longing touches, needy desires that were transparent on both your faces.

Everyone on the island could see it but you. You were both so terribly oblivious.

You tried treating him like the rest of the pogues, you pushed your feelings for him to the back of your mind, thinking he was just being friendly, knowing he was a flirt, and for almost two years, it worked.

But seeing him flirt with Harleen tonight was literal torture.

Harleen was your neighbour and former best friend. A tall, tan brunette you hated with all of your heart.

The two of you have known each other since birth, you were practically inseparable, but as you grew up you noticed she always wanted what was yours, and she always did whatever it took in order to gain it. Whether it was the new shoes you got for your birthday which she bought herself the following day, or the guy you told her you liked in middle school the week prior to her dating him.

With time your friendship grew toxic and you felt like she was bad for you, constantly bringing you down and never caring.

So you decided to defriend her and ever since that moment you despised each other.

You were sat on a log beside Kie at a kegger, Pope next to her as they argued about god knows what. You tuned them out, far too focused on each and every one of JJ’s actions, watching as he whispered in her ear.

He probably said something funny since she started laughing, leaning forward and grasping his bicep for balance, which made your blood boil, you felt like history was repeating itself.

The grip on your red solo cup tightened, you stared and it seemed as if lasers were about to shoot out of your eyes and burn her pretty face off, but you diverted your gaze down to your hand, jumping up slightly when you felt a cool sticky liquid on your fingers, noticing you accidentally created a hole in your cup of beer with your milky white painted nails.

“Wow, what did the poor cup ever do to you?” Pope joked, his and Kie’s attention averted to you the second they heard a pop coming from your direction.

“Huh? Oh, well it didn’t tell me how pretty I look tonight, take that as warning sign” you trailed, trying not to look suspicious, “are you sure it isn’t because JJ told that to the girl beside him instead of you” she implied winking, causing Pope to cackle with laughter.

“What was that?” You asked rhetorically trying to act intimidating, “oh nothing” she gave you an innocent look.

“Anyways... i’m gonna go get a new drink” you swiftly stood up and started walking until you made out John B. from afar who was stood by the keg.

“Refill?” He questions once he spotted you making your way towards him.

You nodded “I accidentally poked mine” you admitted lifting the ripped cup in your hand and pursing your lips as you came to a stop beside him.

As he poured you a new cup of beer with the tap head connected to the keg by a tube, you searched the crowd with your eyes and focused your attention on JJ again.

You’ve seen him flirt with a countless amount of chicks before - kooks and torouns mainly, but none of those times pissed you off os much as seeing him flirt with Harleen did.

I mean he probably didn’t even like you back, so why where you so pissed? It wasn’t different from any other time, except that this was Harleen. She was a bitch. But he’d probably catch on quickly, right?

He placed his hands on her waist and you clenched your jaw at the sight grinding your teeth, you were irritated by the whole situation.

John B. noticed, a sly smile spreading slowly across his face.

“Hey, want some peanut butter with that jelly?” You turned to face him, a dumbfounded look on your face, “what are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re obviously jealous”, he chuckled at the bewildered look on your face and you felt your cheeks heat up. “am not!” You denied huffing.

“Tell that to the vein popping out of your forehead” he teased.

You gasped and jabbed his chest playfully with your elbow, you mumbled a “shut up” then channeled your attention back to the two.

Her hands were rested on his chest, like that wasn’t enough already to send you off the edge. But when he pecked her cheek you lost it.

Abruptly you stormed off from where you were stood, John B. shouted from behind you “where are you going?“ but you ignored him.

When you approached JJ and Harleen you clutched onto his wrist dragging him away from her towards the chateau, ignoring both her and his protests. You led him inside then turned around to face him.

“Hey! What did you do that for? It was going really good for me! This better be an emergency” he sneered.

“Are you fucking serious? Out of all the people in the party you chose to hit on Harleen?” You scoffed.

“What’s the problem with that?” JJ was clueless, he knew nothing about your and Harleen’s rivalry. You never told any of the pogues, well except for Kie but she didn’t recognise her as the one flirting with JJ.

“The problem is Harleen hates my guts and the other way around. We used to be best friends but she became toxic, trying to take everything that I had and I’m not going down that road again JJ”

Your words confounded JJ, what did you care if she flirted with him? It wasn’t like he was yours, although he really wanted to be.

Does you caring about whether they end up together or not mean you wanted to be his too?

Then he noticed what emotion your eyes held, he’d never seen it before on your face, but he immediately recognised it.

“Wait.. are you jealous?” He questioned, the corners of his lips perking up into a smirk when he noticed the furious look on your face from his revolution.

“I’m not jealous! Would everyone please stop saying that?! I’m mad ok?!” You defend.

“Ok! Ok!” He surrendered lifting his hands up in the air “but just know, you’re hot when your mad”. Your mouth slightly agape as you weren’t able to form words to deny, far too transfixed under the fact he directly called you hot.

He started walking towards you slowly, you didn’t want to cave, to admit you have fallen for his charms, so you backed up until you felt your back gently hit the wall. Chest rising and falling quicker as your breathing started getting heavier and your heart beat faster.

The second his hand landed on your waist you felt a million butterflies erupt in your stomach, he tenderly stroked the exposed skin of your v line between your low cut shorts and crop top. You felt as if the skin under his finger was being set on fire.

He brought his other hand to rest beside your head on the wall, he leaned in, inches away from your face. His breath mingled with yours, fanning your lips, it smelled of cheap beer and weed.

He slowly moved to your ear and extolled in a low voice “I mean, really hot”, his warm breath sent shivers down your spine.

He left a sloppy, open mouthed kiss on the skin under your earlobe and you could’ve sworn you were seeing stars.

When he detached his lips you bit down on yours holding in a whimper at the loss of contact as he brought his face back to yours.

His blue orbs gazed into yours, they seemed darker than usual, lustful.

He waisted no more time and captured your lips with his. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled on the edges of his hair deepening the kiss. As your tongues fought for dominance, he brought his other hand to your ass and squeezed it causing you to moan, he took the chance and slipped his tongue in.

you tugged on the hem of his shirt and he got the message. He separated his lips from yours and within less then a second, practically tore it of his body and discarded it on the floor. The two of you were panting at this point, completely out of air but you didn’t care. Breathless, you reattached your lips to his, desperate to taste him again.

You caressed his much bigger length with your petite hand, signalling you wanted more and he groaned into the kiss.

“Up” he demanded mumbling agains your lips. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, he grabbed your thighs and without breaking the kiss led you into the spare room.

Almost two years of yearning and craving dissolved in that night at the chateau, and to think it happened because of Harleen.

As much of a bitch as she was, you did owe her that.

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lightininglydia · 4 years ago

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Friends don’t look at friends that way - Rafe Cameron

Summary: Falling for a friend was never easy- falling for your friends older brother who pieced you back together after a break up was even harder.

Warnings: cheating, mentions of alcohol and drugs and light swearing. I should note I’ve aged everyone up so the gap between the reader and Rafe isn’t so large so everyone’s 18!

WC: 3k

Pairing: Rafe Cameron X Fem!Reader, Slight JJ Maybank X Reader, Platonic! Topper Thornton X Reader, Sisterly! Sarah Cameron X Reader

The cool summer breeze hit your face as you laid comfortably in a pool chair at the Cameron’s- your relationship with the kooks was complicated to say the least.

You were a Pogue, born and raised. They were kooks- you were supposed to hate each other, at least that’s what everyone said and you did! Until they had found you hunched over on the beach sobbing over your ex.

At the time you had been dating JJ Maybank- the islands beloved Pogue, known best for his looks and reckless impulses.

He had been one of your best friends for most of your life.

You had known dating him was risky but you were in love! Everything with him felt so much more free- almost as if you were floating on a cloud.

Eventually he began to pull away- You figured he was “ doing a JJ thing “ as John B called it but soon enough he avoided texts, cancelled plans and sent every call to voice mail… you’d noticed your friends began to pull away as well.

Stupidly you thought showing up and confronting them was a good idea- That’s when you found Kiara, one of your best friends, seated in your boyfriends lap running her hands through his hair as he peppered soft kisses along her neck.

You’d almost thrown up at the sight- ignoring every call from your friends as you took off into the darkness.

Your sobs echoed as you sat on the beach until eventually Topper had taken a seat next to you, followed by Rafe and Kelce- the three boys showing you a kindness you’d never thought you’d receive from them as they swept you away to Tannyhill and forced you on Sarah.

Now the four of them were your best friends. They had pieced together what the Pogues had so easily and carelessly broken.

You hadn’t spoken to them since that night

“ You know you do this really weird thing where you stare off into space- where’s your head at pretty girl?” Rafe asked, taking a seat next to you

A soft sigh fell from your lips “ Just thinking about how much has changed in the last couple of months” you explained

He shrugged “ You’re better off without them… without him “

A small smile formed “ I know “ it was all you said- all you needed to say because it was the truth and you meant it.

You were happier than ever- with them you never needed to stress about what they would think about you or worry about a twenty minute lecture every time you did something they weren’t comfortable with because you were “ too young “

Here you were just Y/N- not the baby of the group or the friend that needed over cautious looking after… you were free to be who you were and to do whatever it was that you wanted because they respected you enough to understand that you weren’t too young- you were an adult fully capable of making their own decisions.

Rafe leaned back in his chair “ Maybank is such a fucking idiot… everyday I see you I wonder how he thought there was ANYONE worth cheating on you with “

You couldn’t help but laugh “ He’s always loved her… Sitting with it made me realize that- if he had just ended things we could have moved past it… it was quite literally that simple but I guess to him the easy way out was cheating instead of honesty “

Rafe nodded “ Not saying I’m glad he cheated on you but if he hadn’t you wouldn’t be ours… can’t imagine our group without you sunshine “

Sunshine

A nickname given to you by Rafe that had your heart practically leaping out of its chest- it was so easy to let him fix your heart after JJ, so much so that falling for him was even easier.

“ You compliment me far too much “ you noted but the boy simply shook his head

“ There’s no such thing as too much… after the hell you’ve been through I want to make sure there’s not a single doubt in your head about this- you need to know that we love you and that we genuinely wholeheartedly care about you “

You couldn’t help but beam at his words “ I know… now could you pretty please drop me off at home so I can get ready- Top’s picking me up at 6 “

Rafe laughed “ Yeah yeah let’s go “

The drive back to your house was one of comfort and silence- a feeling of safety settled within you anytime you were with the eldest Cameron, knowing that he held your heart and treated it with such care was the biggest comfort known to you.

When he finally pulled into your driveway you turned to him with a soft smile “ Thank you- see you tonight? “ you questioned

He nodded, smiling back at you “ Of course- Top’s DD tonight so he’s picking up me and Sarah after he gets you “

You leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before getting out of the car, waving him off as he drove away before barrelling into your house to get ready.

After a few hours the blaring sound of Topper’s horn alerted you that he was there, smoothing over your hair one last time before racing out the door and towards his jeep

“ Y/N! “ Topper shouted once he spotted you, sending as small wave as you got into the back

" Why are you getting in the back? " he asked confused

" well aren't we picking up Rafe and Sarah? The front is reserved for your lovely girlfriend " you explained as If it was the most obvious thing known to man.

His face scrunched up in confusion “ Dude its like a 20 minute ride- just get in the front until we get there “

You huffed, ripping open the door and climbing out before shutting the back door and reaching for the front door handle

" Y/N? “ a voice questioned from behind you

you stopped all movement as your blood ran cold- You would know that voice forever, almost haunting you like a ghost best kept in the past

You took a deep breath and looked up at Topper before turning around, Your eyes meeting his blue ones- the last thing you wanted was to look at him let alone speak to him.

" JJ " you acknowledged in a polite yet forced tone

He looked from you to Topper, a scoff falling from his lips " so this is what you've been up to? Running around the island with kooks? Didn't take you long to replace us "

Your face twisted up in anger " didn't take you long to replace me with Kiara either considering you did it while we were still together " you bit back staying scarily calm despite the jab from JJ

" Y/N - “ JJ started but you just held up your hand

" I don't care for an explanation or an apology.... you have your life and I have mine. It's best if we stay out of each other's... now if you'll excuse me we have somewhere we need to be "

" so you're really just friends with them now? They made fun of us for YEARS Y/N! This is like the ultimate form of betrayal " he exclaimed which caused you to scoff.

You were fed up with this conversation and overall fed up with him.

“ Ultimate form of betrayal? You wanna talk about the ultimate form of betrayal JJ? Okay let’s start with the fact that you CHEATED on me with my best friend? My best friend JJ so you’re in no position to ever talk to me about betrayal none of you are actually! You cheated on me with Kiara while Pope and John B sat back and just let it happen. You were my best friends and you betrayed me as if it was nothing as if I was nothing so don’t you DARE try and preach to me about the rights and wrongs about life “ your voice remained steady but had a force to it

“ were your best friends? “ he mumbled, the hurt evident in his voice

“ Yeah JJ.... were. Friends don’t do what you guys did to me so don’t act surprised that I want nothing to do with you anymore. I’m happy... I’m happy with Topper and Kelce and Sarah and Rafe and I finally feel like I can breathe! Like I can be my own person without worrying about what the four of you have to say about it! I’m more myself with them then I ever was with you.... now if you’ll excuse me we have to go. Goodbye JJ “ you said as you turned around and got in the front seat of Topper’s Jeep.

Topper looked over at you with a look of concern spread across his face as he pulled out of your driveway

" I'm okay Top.... pinky promise " you said noticing the look on his face, holding up your pinky.

He laughed, lacing his pinky finger with yours- Topper had quickly become your best friend… If you had something you wanted to talk about you’d go to him first.

You had severely misjudged Topper.

He wasn't the person he pretended to be, Behind his hard exterior was a rather broken boy that just wanted to be loved.

He didn't have any siblings and his parents treated him terribly- His father was never around and his mother? You had met her once and you never wanted to do it again.

The way she treated both you and Topper disgusted you.

After that night on the beach Topper hardly left your side and did everything he could to help you avoid the Pogues, He protected you and loved you like no one had before- He too felt as is he was an older brother figure to you and all he wanted to do was keep you safe and all you wanted to do was make him feel loved. The two of you fit together really well.... you would even go as far to consider him to be your other half.

" What are you thinking about? " Topper asked noticing how you appeared to be in deep thought

" You and how I'm glad we're friends " was all you said as you looked out the window

" If you would have told me four months ago I would have been friends with Y/N Y/L/N I probably would have laughed.... but now that we're friends I can't see it any other way " He confessed which made you smile

" I can't see it any other way either.... I'm really glad the three of you walked up to me that night when I was crying and I'm glad I let Rafe take me to his house that night because now I have four of the best friends I could ask for "

" Four friends? I think it's only three " Topper teased, pulling up to the Cameron residence and honking his horn twice.

You rolled your eyes, climbing into the back seat “ We’re just friends! “ you groaned, adjusting to the now cold seat you sat in.

Topper caught your eye in the mirror, his eyebrows raised “ Just friends? No offence but I’ve known Rafe way longer than you and the two of you are not just friends… he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars and you- don’t even get me started on you! oh thank you so much Rafe! I could just kiss you, you and your big strong muscles and stupid hair and adorable face and- “

You let out a gasp, reaching forward to smack him “ I do NOT talk like that you asshole! I have never said any of that a single day in my LIFE “ you emphasized, leaning back as the boy laughed at you

“ The point I’m trying to make here is that friends don’t look at each other the way you and Rafe look at each other… that’s all “ he explained, hands raised in surrender

You opened your mouth to protest again but the doors being reefed opened silenced you, casting your glance to the side where Rafe began shuffling into the car

He smiled once he noticed you “ Hi pretty girl “ his voice soft as he made himself comfortable next to you

Your eyes moved towards the mirror again, Topper catching your eye with an “ I told you so “ look on his face

“ Oh shut up “ you sneered towards the driver who just laughed while shaking his head

Sarah laughed “ What did we just walk into? “ she asked

You shook your head in dismissal “ Just your boyfriend being insufferable- as always “

“ HEY! “ he protested as he pulled out of the driveway

The four of you were heading to a party at Kelce's house- If anyone knew how to throw a party is was most definitely him.

" Hi " you said softly once your attention shifted back to him

" What was that " he motioned over to Topper

" he's just being annoying " you huffed before leaning back into your seat.

" is something bothering you? You seem off " Rafe whispered as he leaned closer to you

" Ran into JJ earlier.... ruined my party mood a bit " you shrugged as you leaned into him.

He said nothing else, understanding you didn't want to talk about it as he and leaned his head on top of yours.

A sinking feeling settled into your stomach, cursing Topper for putting it out into the open- 3 friends and one Rafe.

Friendship had come easily with Topper, Kelce and Sarah but with Rafe it had always been something different- something more.

You knew yourself well enough to know you were falling for him- you didn’t want to but you were… he treated you as if you were the most precious thing to him, Ward and Sarah going as far to tell you how much he had changed since you entered his life.

You had been fighting literal demons trying to push these feelings aside- you’d barely recovered from the JJ situation and didn’t want to jump head first into another relationship just to come out of it alone and with no friends again.

But he made it damn near impossible- a million compliments a day, always holding doors open for you and making sure you get home safe, giving you nicknames like sunshine and pretty girl… he had forced himself into your heart and now you were left longing for him, knowing you could never have him.

Rafe softly nudging you pulled you out of your thoughts “ We’re here “ he announced, eliciting a small thank you from your mouth as you shuffled out of the car

Sarah’s eyes caught yours, sending you you a look that read “ We need to talk “ you gave a small nod, slowing down to fall behind the boys with her.

She looped her arm through yours, watching as Topper and Rafe B-lined for Kelce once you all entered the house “ You okay? “ she asked

You shrugged “ Ran into JJ who tore into me about being friends with you guys- put me in a shitty mood and then your big mouthed boyfriend who can’t just let things be had to give unnecessary commentary on my relationship with Rafe so… no not really “

Sarah wasn’t oblivious to whatever it was you had going on with Rafe- usually she’d be opposed to her friends getting with her brother but she couldn’t deny the way he lit up whenever he saw you or how much softer he’d become in the short months you’d been apart of their group.

“ I can pretend like I have no idea what he’s talking about or… I can also give some unnecessary commentary on the matter “

You laughed, leaning into her side “ go for it Sar “

She smiled, pulling you towards the kitchen “ I think that from the moment he brought you home like a stray dog he committed to doing anything and everything to make you happy… I don’t know what it is about you Y/N but you make him better- you brought out a side of him that the rest of us haven’t seen in a long time and between us? I think you’d be perfect for each other… don’t let what JJ did stop you from being happy and falling in love again! And don’t let the fact that he’s my brother stop it either- all I want is for my brother and best friend to be happy “

“ Really? “ you questioned

She nodded her head, a wide smile on her face “ Really… there is nothing in the world you could do that would make me want anything less for you- You’re my friend and I love you so if being with him is what’ll make you happy then be with him… I won’t love you any less plus- If things REALLY work out we could be sisters! “ she exclaimed, causing a bout of laughter to spill from you

“ You’re ridiculous Sarah Cameron but I love you for it”

She nudged you, nodding her head up to Rafe who was standing across the room- already looking at the two of you

You offered a small smile and wave, a slight tint of red spreading across your cheeks as he sent a wink your way before turning back to Kelce.

Sarah giggled “ Ooooh you’re so in love with my brother aren’t you? “ she teased

You huffed, playfully swatting at the girl as you grabbed yourself a drink “ stop “ you begged

She smiled, leading you to the space where everyone was dancing “ You’re good for each other “ she noted at the two of you began to dance with one another

For a while you forgot about everything that was weighing down on you as you dance with the girl- she wasn’t anything like Kiara described her to be,.. she was fun, full of life and so unbelievably kind that it made your heart hurt at times due to how much disbelief you were in that someone could care for you that much.

At first you had felt bad- feeling like you were betraying Kiara by becoming friends with “ The Enemy “ as she liked to call her but then you were reminded of how easily she had betrayed you and that her betrayal was much worse.

“ Y/N! “ Kelce exclaimed, pulling you into his arms, Topper and Rafe trailing behind him

“ Hi Kelce “ you mumbled softly as he pulled away from you to pull Sarah into a hug

Sarah beamed at her friend “ Best party ever! “ she announced, grabbing a hold of Topper’s hand once Kelce pulled away from her

He gave a thumbs up before racing over to where he had been called for- leaving you standing with Rafe and-

Your face scrunched up in confusion as you looked around yourself, Sarah and Topper had seemingly disappeared “ What the hell? How’d they do that? “ you questioned

Rafe laughed, shaking his head before extending his hand for you to take “ Wanna to outside? It’s kinda loud in here “

You nodded your head, taking his hand and letting him lead you outside where the two of you sat on pool chairs

There was an unfamiliar tension in the air that left you quite unsettled- there had never been tension between the two of you before.

“ Sooooo “ Rafe said awkwardly as the two of you stared up at the sky- it was much quieter now.

" why does this feel so weird? " you asked him laughing lightly

" I don't know " he sighed, fidgeting with his ring- you took a moment to look over him, noticing how the moon light illuminates his face making him look softer- the sight alone enough to take your breath away and sky rocket your nerves

" you're staring " he whispered still not looking over at you

" Sorry " you mumbled but you didn’t turn away, instead you kept your eyes on him appreciating the smaller moments like these ones

He blew out a breath of air “ It’s never gonna happen- you know that right? “ he asked, trying his hardest to conceal his emotions as he let you down easy

Both Topper and Sarah’s words ran through your head “ Why not? “ you questioned, feeling braver than you had just moments ago

“ I don’t want to hurt you “ he said softly

“ You won’t “ you reassured

“ We’re friends “ he argued

A soft laugh fell from your lips “ I don’t think we are… Friends don’t look at friends that way Rafe “ You whispered

" Y/N- " he started but you quickly cut him off

" I trust you Rafe... I trust you not to hurt me " you said, trying to reassure him

“ what if I hurt you like JJ did? “ his voice was soft but there was a hint of fear within his tone that you easily picked up on

" you won't "

" how do you know that? "

" because I know you.... you care about me more than anyone else does and because like I said... I trust you Rafe I trust you with my heart more than I've ever trusted anyone else "

And that's all it took for him to lean forward and press his lips to yours.

You melted into the kiss as you felt a thousand different things all at once.

In the past four months Rafe Cameron has managed to pick up your broken pieces and stitch you back together.

You would have never guessed he would be the one to hold your heart in his hands but here you were.

You pulled away from the kiss, resting your forehead against his as you wore the biggest smile he’d ever seen from you, heart aching at the sight of you being happy

" I really like you " you whispered

" I really like you too " he whispered back before placing a small kiss on your forehead, pulling you over and into his lap

" Thank you " you said softly

" for what? " he asked pulling away from you so he could get a better look at you

" for sitting down with me at the beach taking me home with you... for letting me in and giving me my best friends... for putting me back together "

" You don't have to thank me especially when you made it all so easy to do... call me crazy but you belong here with us.... with me " he mumbled as a small blush formed on his cheeks at his confession

" this is gonna sound crazy but I'm actually glad JJ cheated on me.... without it I don't think I'd ever be friends with Kelce, Topper and Sarah and I definitely don't think I'd be falling in love with you " you said softly

" I think I'm falling in love with you too " he confessed

" good " was all you said before you grabbed his hand in yours, casting his glance downwards he couldn’t help but beam at your intertwined hands

This was all he had ever wanted

He was scared... terrified that he would hurt you like JJ had but at the same time a part of him knew he wouldn't.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone out loud but ever since you walked into his life he had the overwhelming desire to be a better person.

You deserved it.

You deserved the best of him and he intended to give you just that and nothing less because you were worth that and so much more.

He never wanted to lose you.

" well would you look at this.... see Y/N I told you friends don't look at friends that way " Topper joked as he noticed the two of you sitting there holding hands

" no... they don't " you smiled while looking over at Rafe

He didn't know it but you never wanted to lose him either.

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cherryobx · 4 years ago

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To letting go//JJ Maybank x reader

requested?: yessssss “hey! you're probably busy or whatever,, so just ignore this if you want, but if you could, can you do something where the pogues save the reader from a toxic friend group and show them how friends are supposed to be? kinda need a fake scenerio to comfort me haha. it can be w anyone or just a platonic,,, just need a happy ending :) ty”

summary: The pogues take you under their wing after your kook friends lie to you

warnings: angst, toxic friends, some curse words

WC: 1335

(not my pic!!!)

I DIDN’T PROOFREAD!

Being a pogue and being friends with kooks was never easy. They got everything handed to them since birth. They were literally born rich.

Since your father worked for one of the kook families you started to go to work with him when you were little and that’s when you met your best friend Laurene.

When you started hanging out with her daily, you met her other kook friends. Her ‘squad’ as she called it.

Everything was simple when you were kids, money and clothes didn’t really matter. But as you grew older, these things became more and more important.

And that’s when you started to feel out of place.

Laurene often bought you presents. But you knew they were out of pity because you could never afford the kind of clothes she wore all the time.

Laurene was understanding most of the time. She understood when you couldn’t go shopping with them or couldn’t hang out because you had to go to work. You felt like you disappointed them when you couldn’t go and that tore you down mentally. But you never admitted that to yourself.

One day, Laurene dragged you to go shopping with her friends. You agreed, of course, because you thought that if you said ‘no’, they wouldn’t really accept you in their friend group anymore.

“What do you think about this one?” Laurene held a beautiful, and definitely very expensive, dress in front of her, showing you how it would on her body.

“It’s great! It would look so pretty on you,” you told her.

“Then I’ll buy it!” she happily exclaimed and practically ran to the register.

You and your friends walked out of the store. They all had a few shopping bags in their hands. Kooks were 100% the type of people who believed that money could buy happiness.

You walked behind them, hands in the pockets of your jean shorts that you ad found in a thrift store.

Sometimes you felt like they didn’t even notice you were there. You felt invisible beside them.

“Okay Y/N, we’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

You were confused. “Wasn’t Kara supposed to throw her birthday party today?”

“No, she canceled it. Right, Kara?” The blonde girl beside Laurene nodded.

“Oh, okay. Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye Y/N!”

“Bye!”

And then you were alone. You decided to go home since you had nothing to do anyway.

At home, you ate a bit and then laid on your bed, reading a book that Lauren had given you. You loved reading. It helped you escape reality and go to places you wouldn’t get to go to in real life.

When it was getting dark outside, you thought that you should go to the beach. You could see the stars there very well and it was always a beautiful sight.

When you arrived at the beach, you saw a group of people had set up a little fire pit there and were all sitting around it.

You knew those people. They were John B and his friends JJ, Pope, and Kiara. You had never really talked to them but they always seemed to have a lot of fun.

You sat a bit away from them and then laid down, so you could stargaze.

“Hey! Y/n?” JJ came up to you.

You didn’t take your eyes away from the sky but you nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. What do you want?”

“Why aren’t you at Kara’s birthday party?”

“She canceled it.”

“No, she didn’t,” he said, making you sit up and look at him. “What are you talking about? I just talked to her today. She said she canceled it.”

“She didn’t cancel it. Basically everyone is there right now.” He pulled out his phone and showed you someone’s Instagram story, where you could clearly see that there was a huge party going on at Kara’s place.

“So they lied to me…” you felt your eyes get wet. You knew that you didn’t really fit in with them. But why would they lie to you?

“Hey! No, don’t cry.”

“What did I do to deserve this?”

“You did nothing wrong. Kooks just are like this. Bunch of selfish assholes.”

“But they’re my friends.”

“Y/N, news flash, they’re not your friends. Kooks and pogues can never be friends, they despise people like us. I don’t know how you survived being close to them for so long.”

“Yeah, thanks for making me feel like shit, JJ. Why the fuck are you here anyway?” Tears were rolling down your cheeks like two waterfalls. You were angry at your friends, you were angry at JJ, but mainly you were angry at yourself.

“You just seemed lonely, that’s all.”

“Yeah because I look like a loner, right? Well, you can leave now. I don’t need you to make me feel even worse.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad. Look, come hang out with me and my friends.” He stood up and gave you his hand to help you up too.

“Fine. But if you’re like some kind of weirdos, I’m leaving.” You wiped the tears from your face with the sleeve of your sweater,

“Wow, being with kooks sure has its after-effects,” he laughed.

“Shut up.”

You walked over to his friends and sat down beside him, making everyone’s heads turn to you.

“This is Y/N. Y/N, these are my friends John B, Pope, and Kiara,” he introduced them, although you already knew who they were.

“Aren’t you that pogue who always hangs out with the kooks?”

You sighed. “Not anymore.”

So you told them the whole story, almost starting to cry again but luckily you held back your tears.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll show you what real friends look like.”

And they did. You had found your people. You were accepted there. You felt like that was where you belonged. They made you feel loved and never left out.

A few weeks after ‘the incident’, Laurene came to your place. She knocked on the door and waited for you to come out.

You had blocked all of them on all platforms and even deleted their numbers. You didn’t need fake friends in your life.

“What do you want?” you asked when you opened the door, seeing her standing there.

“I wanted to know why you’re ignoring us all of a sudden.”

“You lied to me. You made me feel left out and worthless. You want more reasons? Your friends never liked me, neither did you. And I know that for a fact.”

You didn’t even wait for her to respond. You just slammed the door in her face and walked into your backyard, where all of the pogues were waiting for you, setting up a fire.

“You ready?” Kiara asked, handing you a bag full of the clothes, pictures and jewelry that Lauren had given you throughout the years of knowing her.

“More than ever.” You had a plan of burning it all. You didn’t want constant reminders of all the shitty years you had spent pleasing the kooks.

To be honest, you were a bit nervous too. You were throwing away a big part of your life. But that’s what you needed to to to let go of all the bad memories.

In the few weeks, you had known them, JJ had developed a crush on you. A big one. You were broken, just like him and that made you two so similar. He didn’t want to fix you, neither did you want to fix him. But you felt like he was the one to make it all better. And you were absolutely right. Luckily you felt the same about him.

JJ grabbed your hand and kissed the top of it, looking into your eyes. “You got it.” He could sense the nervousness coming from you.

“To letting go,” Pope said.

“To letting go,” you repeated, throwing all the stuff into the fire, making it erupt in flames.

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