#topper thorton x oc

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Feels like I’m drowning

pairings - topper x reader x rafe

summary - a threesome with your boyfriends best friend.

warnings - threesome, slapping, hair pulling, name calling, choking. (18+)

A/n- based of a TikTok I seen. Also listen to feel like I’m drowning by two feet to get the full experience. Love you!

Your palms pressed firmly against his chest, rolling your hips painfully slow. His cock slipped, in, out. Torturing your sensitive hole, he sat back against the couch with his hands behind his head.

Hooded eyes watched you get yourself off, using his cock to bring you pleasure. “Look so pretty riding my cock baby girl” he hummed, his stomach muscles clenched with each drop of your hips. Your ass bounced harshly against his lap, your arousal soaked his thighs.

Gnawing on your lip and squeezing your eyes closed, your tits bounced wildly as you chased your high. You were so entranced in the pleasure you didn’t hear the door open or close, you didn’t feel the presence of a body behind you. But you did feel fingers grip the root of your hair and pull your head back sending a shockwave down your spine, your eyes flying open to catch Rafe’s ocean blue eyes staring down at you.

“Topper!” You exclaimed, a warm feeling settled in your lower belly at the way Rafe’s eyes dropped to your lower half. Mesmerized by the way your boyfriend's cock disappeared within you. Any form of embarrassment left the room as your hips continued their movements under the lust filled eyes of Topper's best friend. That familiar tingle creeps from your toes up, your pussy pulsating around your boyfriends cock. “You like that huh?” Rafe questioned, you found yourself nodding moving your hips faster against Topper’s cock pushing him deeper. “Like riding his cock while I watch?”

You bottom lip trapped between your teeth you nod once more, the grip on your hair is fierce and it sends shivers down the back of your neck. Topper’s hand moves from behind his head and palms your breast, teasing your hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

You let out a strained moan when his mouth envelopes your breast, sucking harshly against the bud. “Such a little slut hmm, fucking him in front of his best friend.. let’s get him deeper”

His hand drops from your hair to your shoulder, he pushes you down further. Topper’s cock buried deep inside of you, a mix between a moan and choke crawls up your throat. “Oh fuck” you cry, your cunt splits in half from you boyfriends thick cock. Your arms wobble and your body begins to fall forward but Rafe is quick to grip your biceps, he helps you grind against Topper’s cock. “She’s a pretty thing” Rafe says, his eyes on his best friend. Topper nods, his balls ache as he closes in on his orgasm. “The prettiest of things” Rafe can sense the ending and grips your hips bringing you up and down roughly, your head falls back onto his shoulder. “Have some fun with her” Topper says, nodding his head to Rafe who is quick to pull you from his cock and spin you around. Your legs wobble for a brief moment before your boyfriend's cock is buried deep within you again, you face Rafe now with your legs spread over Topper’s lap.

“Come on baby, open your mouth for him” Topper demands, his hands grip your hips and resumes fucking you. You turn your head to look at your boyfriend who nods his head and reaches between your legs, toying with your aching clit. Bringing your face back to Rafe, you watch him intently as he pulls his shirt over his head. Saliva pools in your mouth as the sight of his body, swallowing harshly when his pants hit the floor and you're graced with the sight of his long cock. “Fuck.. oh” you shriek, you can feel your orgasm brewing. Your walls are shaking, sucking Topper in deep. “Open your mouth”

Your tongue drops out and you stare up and Rafe from your thick lashes, he steps closer his cock bobs infront of you. Your hand grips his hip and your other hand wraps around the base of his cock, Rafe is impatient and grips the back of your hair again, pushing the tip of his cock into your mouth without warning. “Shit” Topper growls as your cunt tightens harshly around his cock, your tongue tastes the tip of his cock briefly before sucking him deep into your throat. “Fuck… no gag reflex. Been holding out on me mate” Rafe grunts, both men grin at one another before looking back at you. It’s a picture worthy sight. Topper’s thick cock buried into your cunt while your mouth devours Rafes long cock.

The grip he has on your hair is borderline painful but you have no strength to move, letting him use you like a toy, Topper’s palm meets your ass with a sharp slap. You whine around Rafes cock causing him to jerk roughly in your throat, tears spill from your eyes as he assaults your mouth. “She’s close, her fucking pussy is shaking” Topper groans, holding onto his own climax. His balls are heavy and painful, he wants to come but he won’t. Not until you're shaking around his cock. “Such a dirty slut… who knew y/n would be into 2 dicks at once” Rafe laughs.

With one final thrust you see stars, your gripping Rafe tightly by the hips as he thrusts into your mouth. Your orgasm blinds you, sending you into another realm. Your pussy pulsating around Topper’s cock, milking him until he’s dry. Your moans and cries are muffled by Rafes cock, his own orgasm creeping up on him. “I’m gonna cum.. open that pretty little mouth wider” he groans, pushing himself deep into your throat. You swallow his load with a splutter, his fingers grip your jaw tightly to stop you from falling as he pulls out of your mouth. “Taste every last drop”

His thumb pushes his cum that drips from your lips back onto your tongue, your mouth closes around his thumb and sucks harshly. “Good girl”.

Your eyes are wide at the sight of his still hard cock, the tip red like a lollipop. He hooks his arms under your armpits and pulls you from your boyfriend roughly who’s cock slips out of your abused cunt with a ‘pop’. “My turn”.

You're thrown onto all fours, your head falls to the side to catch your boyfriend's eyes. He stays seated, watching you with hungry eyes. You can’t help but glance down and notice his cock hard once more as though your pussy wasn’t enough to milk him dry. “Topper?” His eyes rake down the length of your body and up to your face, he gives you a soft nod and that’s all you need for your upper half to press firmly against the floor. “Shit… Topper you really have been keeping her from me.. look at that fucking fine pussy, she’s soaking”.

Rafes words have you clenching around air, pushing your bum backwards searching for friction. A loud slap rings through the air and pain shoots across your ass cheek, he had just spanked you. “Oh god” is all you manage to spit out, his hand meets your cheek again and you cry into the carpet.

Fingernails scratch at the soft material, with tears in your eyes you look behind you. Rafe kneels behind you, hard long cock between his fist. There is a deep crease between his eyebrows as he concentrates on pumping himself, his eyes shooting to yours when you begin to push yourself up from the ground slowly. His fingers grasp the ends of your long messy hair, with a harsh tug your cheek presses to his. “Look at your boyfriend… his cock is hard again… why are you just looking, touch him”.

You move slightly but he pulls you back again, wincing from the pain that shoots down your neck to your toes. “Don’t move slut… you're going to take my cock and suck his”.

His hand pressed firmly to your shoulder blades and pushed you down, you watched your boyfriend move from the couch slowly. Kneeling in front of you, his eyes are soft when they land on you. A stark difference to the man who kneels behind you and painfully grips your hips. “Suck it”.

Toppers fingers lace through your hair, your mouth opens for his cock, tongue circling his pinkish tip slowly. A sharp noise falls from his lips when you swallow him deeply, he can feel the back of your throat. “Such a good girl” Topper hums, he lets you move your mouth against him slowly, never pulling or gripping your hair.

Rafe on the other hand lines his cock at your seeping hole and juts into you, your choke is muffled by Topper's cock. Forcing yourself not to clench your jaw at the sudden intrusion, you're sensitive from before but Rafe doesn’t care.

His cock moves in and out of you with such force your body juts forward taking Topper in deeper until your nose touches his trimmed pubes. “Fucking Christ!” Topper shouts, you’ve never taken this deep before and he can’t think straight. “Taking our dicks so well.. like the little whore I knew you were”.

Your eyes meet Toppers, he gives you the smallest of smiles and you can’t help but clench around Rafe. You loved being called whore but you also loved being treated like a princess. “I’m not gonna last” Topper chokes, you can feel the veins in his cock throb. Reaching up to palm his balls, he’s spilling into your mouth before he can stop himself. “You can watch then… I’m not finished” Rafe states, his hand runs up the length of your back and skim around to your throat. Wrapping his fingers tightly and pulling you against his chest. “Look at those pretty tits bouncing… how fucking pretty does she look Top? Hmm? Been hiding this from me”.

Topper's chest rises and falls harshly as he stares at you, he’s not sure why he’s feeling so much pride. Loving Rafe complimenting his girlfriend, loving that he is the one who gets to take you home at the end of this. “She’s fucking beautiful” Topper agrees, you give him a half smile but its quickly removed and replaced with an open mouth moan. “Fuck!” You cry, Rafe gropes your breast roughly. Your nipples clamped between his fingers as he tugs, he’s moving you up and down against him. His cock hitting your g-spot with an almost painful thrust but that doesn’t stop you from growing wetter around him and breathing out yes yes. His lips bite and suck at the skin of your exposed neck, your mind is whirling. Unsure where to focus, his cock, his mouth or his hands. “Fucking Jesus Christ… y/n, your squeezing me so tight” he growls, your eyes are clenched shut but the feeling of your boyfriends hand on your stomach has them pinging open.

“Hey baby” he grins, his hand drops low and nestles itself between your folds. He’s quick to massage the needy bud, bringing you closer to your release. “Oh fuck.. Top”

His eyes look behind you for a moment and then back to you, Rafes hand falls from your tit and back to your throat. Topper's mouth envelopes your nipple in his mouth, you are shaking now. Gripping Topper's shoulder as Rafe quickens his pace, he mumbles dirty words into your ear which has you moaning and sobbing. “That’s it… come on you dirty slut, ride my cock like you love it… like it’s the only thing keeping you breathing”

Topper drops your breast and looks at Rafe, you watch with hooded eyes their silent conversation. Topper reaches between your legs and presses firmly to your clit, you let out a shriek. Your body shakes from the pleasure and the brutal thrusts from Rafe, he lets go of your throat and you fall forward slightly into Topper's chest. He lets you wrap your arm around his neck as he toys with your clit, his eyes stay on you as you close in on your orgasm. “She’s gonna cum”

Rafe quickens his speed at Topper's statement and pounds deep and fast into you, the sound of your wet cunt sucking Rafe deeper feels the room, your toes curl and heat runs down your spine as your orgasm bleeds through you. Squeezing your eyes closed as colors go off behind your eyes, jerking around Rafe as his own orgasm hits him, slow sloppy thrusts until he pulls out of you roughly. A sharp sting runs up your spine and you grip Topper tighter who’s fingers brush pieces of hair behind your ears. “Thanks Top and thanks for that sweet pussy y/n”.

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[kiarchs]

pleweeeeease look at my fanfic i swear it’s worth

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[lilghostiequinni]

Together

Main Masterlist OBX Masterlist JJ & Rafe Masterlist

Pairing: Thorton!female oc x Rafe Cameron x JJ Maybank

Warnings: Violence, Fighting, Alludes to smut

Description: Her brother's best friend and the best friend of her brother's enemy, what could possibly go wrong?

Requested: NO / yes

Jordyn sat on the porch of her house watching as his brother tried to explain why his boat had sunk in the first place to their mother, Jordyn had told her brother that his boat was bobbing in the water when she woke up this morning to watch the water.

Now, she watches as her brother stutters to explain that the sinking of his boat was actually not his fault.

Their mother walked back into the house as Topper stayed on the porch.

"It was the Heyward kid," Her brother mutters to himself.

"Don't do anything more stupid that'll get you in more trouble," Jordyn says to her brother as she sees the wheels of disaster spinning in Topper's head.

Topper just nods, not at all paying attention to his little sister.

"Can I ride with you to the movie tonight?" Jordyn asks; her brother doesn't answer, clearly not paying attention.

Jordyn rolls her eyes and goes into the house, leaving her brother alone to his thoughts.

About an hour later, there's a knock at the front door, and Jordyn, who's in the living room, goes to open it.

On the other side stands Rafe Cameron.

"Where's your brother?" Rafe asks, looking at Jordyn a little longer than she should.

"Where he's been for the last hour," Jordyn deadpans him.

"Okay, what do want for you to tell me?" Rafe asks, knowing the drill; you want something from Jordyn; you have to give her something in return.

"A ride to that movie thing tonight," Jordyn says as she opens the door wider.

But just as Rafe goes to step inside she quickly closes the door so he can't get in, "Fine."

Jordyn smiles and opens the door even wider than before and lets Rafe in.

"He's on the porch, let him know I'll be back in a couple hours," Jordyn says as she grabs her keys and goes to walk out the door.

"Where are you going?" Rafe questions, stopping just before the end of the foyer.

"None of your business," and with that, Jordyn is out the door and making her way across the island.

Jordyn made her way to the Wreck, but she didn't go in.

She waited for maybe 5 minutes before hands were in front of her eyes from behind, "You'll never guess."

"Hmmm... Rafe?" Jordyn says jokingly.

"I'm offended you think I'm that prick," the voice says as Jordyn turns around to see her secret boyfriend, well, one of them.

Jordyn chuckles, "So, which one of you sunk my brother's boat?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," JJ says in an innocent voice.

"Sure, well, he's out for blood, just letting you know. Pretty sure he's roping Rafe in as we speak," Jordyn tells the blonde.

JJ nods at her statement, "So, I know about Rafe. Did he question why you left the house?"

"Yeah, but I just left after telling him it wasn't something he needed to know," Jordyn starts. "If he thinks it's okay to say that we mean nothing when he's the one that started it. He doesn't need to know."

JJ again nods at what she told him as the two make their way to Heywards.

"I love you, but I do have to go. See you tonight?" Jordyn says as she sees her brother up the road, though she's sure he hasn't seen her.

"Yeah," JJ says, quickly kissing her cheek before she walks to her brother's vehicle.

"Hey," Jordyn says as she stands in front of the driver's window.

"Get in, let's go, god," Topper says to his sister.

Jordyn chuckles as she walks around the front of her brother's car.

That night, Jordyn got a ride to an outdoor movie night with Rafe, her brother, and Kelce.

She rode up front, next to Rafe, as she was the first one in the car, while her brother and Kelce came with Rafe, walking out of the Thorton residence.

Topper tried to get her to get out of the passenger seat, but Rafe told him it wasn't even worth it to fight over.

It was enough to make Topper stap and just get in the back.

When they got there, Jordyn looked and saw JJ, giving him a small wave before turning her attention back to her brother and his friends.

"Rafe, can I borrow some money?" Jordyn asks Rafe, knowing her brother wouldn't give her any, saying that she's 18 and didn't bring her own.

"Yeah, I'll come with," Rafe says as he leads the girl away from the group toward the concessions.

"Why are you waving to that blonde pogue?" Rafe mutters angrily.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Rafe. Are you okay?" Jordyn asks the older teen looking at him in confusion.

Rafe just rolls his eyes, he'll get answers, maybe not from her, but he will get one from him.

Later that night, Jordyn realizes that Kelce, Topper, and Rafe have disappeared. She looks to where she had seen JJ and sees both him and Pope not there, and Kiara realizes that they haven't returned.

Jordyn goes to Kiara, who looks rather annoyed that she's come up to her, "Have you seen my brother or his friends?"

"No, have you seen JJ or Pope?" Kiara asks, putting her annoyance aside for just a second.

"No, but I don't know. My brother was planning something," Jordyn says.

There's a moment of silence, and then both of their eyes go wide as the two look around and hear something from behind the screen. Going there to find Kelce and Topper beating up Pope and Rafe fighting with JJ.

Jordyn goes to Rafe as Kie goes to Pope.

"Stop," Jordyn begs Rafe, which doesn't work.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Kie trying to do something to the screen and goes over to help her.

The two manage to get the lighter started and set fire to the screen, making the boys break apart.

Jordyn watches as Rafe tells JJ something before going over to her and pulling her with him as her brother and Kelce leave, going to the car and Kie tends to JJ and Pope.

Jordyn had snuck out of the house and made her way to Tanny Hill, per Rafe's request and just walked in when she got there, knowing that Rose and Ward had taken Wheezie away for the night.

When she makes it to the living room, she finds JJ sitting across from Rafe.

Rafe looks angry, and JJ looks rather calm for being in Tanny Hill.

"Sit, Darling, we need to talk," Rafe says as he stands, grabbing her and beckoning JJ to follow.

They make their way upstairs to Rafe's room.

JJ sits on Rafe's bed as Rafe continues to stand and points for Jordyn to sit in his desk chair as he brings it closer to his bed.

Jordyn swallows and goes to sit.

Not ten minutes later, she's in JJ's lap as he attacks her neck with Rafe standing in front of the both of them, kissing Jordyn with such hunger that it's almost as if he wants to devour her.

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Silver Keys - Ch. 6

JJ Maybank x OC x Topper Thorton Soulmate AU

warnings: none :) Lmk if there are ever any

notes: I can't even apologize for the lack of updates, this is what we're rolling with lately. comments and reblogs are encouraged and appreciated!!!

silver keys masterlist

JJ never realizes how much of a mess everything is until June is gone for more than a day. Without her, Kie gets too annoyed at the rest of them (mainly John B and him) and there’s no one to settle the arguments between the four pogues. It’s like something shifts with the universe. And that is why the last two days have been a mess.

June left for her recital Thursday night all set to perform on Friday. There were two rounds of competition, from what JJ understood. The main event is on Friday and the second round is on Saturday. So it was up in the air when she would be back.

As for the rest of them, John B said some stupid shit to Kie and she stormed off. She texted in the group later only to say she wasn’t coming to the boneyard for the party Saturday night.

Which left John B, JJ, and Pope to their own devices. Which went pretty much just how JJ expected it to: he was high and slightly tipsy and JB was doing that weird thing where he pretends he hasn’t drunk that much but is totally gone. Pope was probably hating his life, wishing he hadn’t pulled the shortest straw (or in their case the shortest pasta noodle) and gotten stuck as DD. JJ did feel slightly bad about that, but no one wanted him to drive anyway.

Now, it was about halfway through the party and JJ couldn’t find any of his friends let alone people he liked enough to talk to. He had quit beer pong when a member of the opposing team threw up on her shoes. Pretty much the whole scene shut down after that. He noticed a few groups sectioned off in foldout chairs, some around various bonfires.

JJ wasn’t sure how much time had passed after that. Probably enough that Pope was ready to go home. So, he stumbled his way through the small circles of people, laughing and dancing in a gentle sort of way. It was almost melodic, the way everyone navigated through the sand. JJ had stopped when he saw Topper and Kelce leaning against a tree arguing.

It was more than obvious that JJ didn’t like Topper. He was a rich, stuck-up kook. He didn’t give a shit about anyone else and JJ didn’t understand how June had been with him for so long and it was frustrating that he couldn’t give her better. But she was happy, the happiest he had seen her in a while. He could be civil with Topper, hell he’d even be nice because JJ would do anything to make sure June was happy.

“You don’t think this has gone a little too far?” JJ heard Kelce say.

“No, dude. And what’s the harm anyway? It’s not like June is ever going to know I’m not her real soulmate. She believes me.” topper replied.

JJ felt his stomach drop. It took him a few seconds to process what he was hearing, but when he did the rage took over his body instantly.

“Well, I don’t know. She very obviously has a soulmate. Real songs are getting stuck in her head. You’re just lying and saying that they’re yours.”

“I’m not lying!” Topper yelled, his voice getting harsher the closer he got to Kelce, “I don’t have one, okay? I don’t fucking hear anything. And it’s not fair. So why can’t I just pick someone?”

Without a second thought, JJ rushed forward, slamming topper to the ground.

“What the hell did you just say?” He yells, looking down at Topper. He didn’t care if he was causing a scene, he didn’t care about anything. He could only picture June’s face when she inevitably found out and that was enough to make his blood boil.

“This is none of your business, pogue.”

Topper pulled himself up from the sand and swung at him, catching JJ’s cheek. He couldn’t help himself, he launched himself at Topper. He punched his nose, fast and hard. He looks down at his own hands, already bruising and covered in someone else’s blood.

“Tell her.” he spits at him “or I fucking will.” He kicks at the sand and turns away. JJ isn’t sure why he’s letting him off like this. Maybe, in the long run, this will hurt less for June.

June. That’s all that matters. Not topper and not some stupid soulmate. And if not kicking Topper’s teeth in and letting him save face will help her then that’s what he’ll do.

He took a deep breath and knocked on her window. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, he wasn’t sure if he was going to say anything. If she asked why he was there, he wouldn’t have an answer.

JJ heard some rustling and moments later was met with June opening the window and pulling him inside.

“J, what the hell? You scared me.”

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She looked tired but happy and his heart hurt a little.

“You could’ve come to the front door. My parents would have let you in.”

“I just. I couldn’t-” He didn’t know what to say. He could hear Topper’s confession ringing in his ears.

June grabbed his chin and turned his head to look at her, “God, what happened to your face? Please tell m-”

“It’s nothing, I just. I have to lay low for a little, okay?”

“Are you-” she pressed.

“June, please”

“Okay, but you have to tell me what happened.”

He hesitated, “It was some kook okay? It’s over, done-zo”

“who” He hesitated again. She searched his eyes and it took everything in him not to tell her. He tried to get her to stop.

“You didn’t catch his name? Ya know before he gave you a black eye”

“We didn’t swap phone numbers, fuck, June”

“You don’t just punch people for no reason JJ. You can’t just”

“June” he pleaded

“Okay, fine… I just want to make sure it wasn’t your-”

“It wasn’t. okay?”

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay. Don’t be an asshole about it”

He did feel like an asshole. She was only trying to make sure his dad didn’t show back up at the chateau and he was yelling at her.

“I’m going to get you ice,” June said without looking back.

When she returned she tossed him a frozen bag of peas and told him to ice.

“This isn’t my first black eye, Moto”

“Yeah, yeah, Maybank,” She sighs, “I know.”

“Hey,” he says softly, “I’m fine, I promise. Just a little black eye. You should see the other guy.” He joked.

She didn’t say anything, just looked at him anxiously. When she finally did speak it came out a whisper, “I just worry about you, idiot.”

He nods, “I know, I’m sorry.”

JJ lays back to rest his back against her wall and stretches his legs. June is sitting across from him, leaning against her bed.

“Tell me about the recital, I wanna hear about how you kicked ass.”

“That’s not how it works, J.”

“C’mon,” he pleaded.

She sighed and her face relaxed, “it was really good. Like, the environment and everyone there. I played really well, too. I don’t think I missed a single note.”

“Play it for me,”

“No, no. It’s okay.”

“C’mon JuJu,” he nudged her foot with his.

She sighed again, moving towards her keyboard.

“Don’t look at me.”

“What?” JJ laughed.

“Turn around,” she urged.

“Fine.”

He did as he was told, turning around so that their backs were practically touching. He could hear June crack her knuckles and take a deep breath before beginning to play. He listened as she began softly, telling a story through the music. It sounded familiar, something he’d probably heard her hum before. But there was more to it than that. It was the feeling of waking up from a nightmare and realizing that you were at home, safe in your bed.

“I like when you play,” he was looking at her now, his full attention on the way her hands glided over the keys and her curled up when she was focusing. He noticed the freckles on her nose and her chipped nail polish like he was looking at her for the first time.

She smiled when he said this and JJ felt the familiar comforting feeling June often brings. She played for a few more moments before stopping, her eyes closed, concentrated.

“Keep going,” JJ urged.

“That’s it.” She said with a sad shrug, “my mom used to play it for us when we couldn’t sleep at night. She wrote it in college I guess. But, she never finished it. So… that’s it.”

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

She met his eyes, “yeah it is isn’t it?”

He nodded sincerely, looking from her eyes to her lips, “yeah.”

They stayed like that for a moment, concentrating on only each other. JJ knew he was falling, knew he had been falling for some time now and he was desperate to know if his best friend was falling for him too.

[dreamypeaches]

☀️some carmela smut mayhaps 👀👀👀

alright it’s 7:30 in the morning but i am so ready for this

the alchol surges through the systems, giving them the bravery to push the door and into the new territory of their relationships.

carmela is overwhelmed by the pleasure her mind is blurry. she almost can’t comprehend what the boys are doing to her, only that it’s amazing and she never wants it to stop. she let’s them man handle her, taking her clothes off and pushing her onto the bed, hands and lips never leaving your body for more than a few seconds at a time.

she’s soon completely exposed before them, legs spread as she gazes innocently up at the. topper and rafe exchange a look before topper kneels down, mouth diving into carmela’s dripping center. she moans as he licks a stripe up her slit before working on her clit. the action leaves her mouth wide open, and rafe takes full advantage, slipping his cock into her mouth slowly, allowing her to adjust before holding her head and fucking her face.

carmela would scream if her mouth wasn’t busy with something else. topper’s mouth was working wonders on her pussy, making her moan around rafe’s cock and spurring him to move faster. topper brings her to her climax easily, licking up her juices and pulling away to unsheath his dick.

rafe pulls away too, still giving his cock a few slow strokes as he looks down at carmela with a dark look in his eye.

“we’re going to ruin you, princess” he growls.

she smiles. she wouldn’t have it any other way.

oc night

[ghostselena]

Two for One

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader

Summary: When two kooks convince themselves that they can get you to fold, they're surprised by the idea you propose.

Warnings: I...yeah.. - Male to female intercourse, creampies, unprotected sex (wrap it up), lots of body fluids, fingering, public sex, they're making them FIT, 18+ [2.6k words oops]

a/n: I'm not sure if anyone has done something like this, let me know just in case. Also thank you for 400+ followers, insanity! The way writing has been my stress reliever for the last two months and this is the sweetest treat that came along with it, so thank you again! Hella more to come ;)

The simple, yet provoking outfit you wore to the bonfire had the boys on high alert. Eyes following your every move and each conversation that you had with your friends.

Rafe never saw you as someone who he would date, and neither did Topper. Though you were a kook yourself and even graduated the same year as the Cameron boy, the thought of being with someone who hung out with pogues was not on their agenda.

They've seen you around the country club, hanging with your girlfriends, even Sarah. But it wasn't until today when they saw you, awakening this yearning need to have you to themselves.

"Has she always been this pretty?" Top drank from his red cup, the liquor no longer interested him. His eyes watched you like a hawk as you sat by yourself on one of the logs, in front of the fire.

His friend only shrugged, scratching his chin before turning to him, "Most definitely," he answered, throwing away his beer bottle to the side, landing it in the trash before building the courage to talk to you, "I'm trying something."

Top stared at him in confusion, watching his friend turn around to face him as he walked, "I got this shit,"

"What shit?" he asked, not understanding where the sudden bravery came from.

He was Rafe Cameron after all, whatever he wants, he gets.

"You'll see."

His feet carried him towards you, fixing his shirt before sitting down next to you, leaving a small space in between you to not overwhelm you with his presence.

He had to be smart, he hadn't been the best person to her friends. There's a small chance she could turn him down with no remorse.

You twirled your drink in your hands, finding joy in the fullness of it since you rarely drank. Jj had given it to you, telling you to let loose and have fun.

And fun you had, but not enough since you were now sat down by the water, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against one another.

In the calmness of your night, you were on high alert to your surroundings. Most people had already left the bonfire, figuring they could do something more exciting than just drinking and dancing in the sand. You were ready to leave, but found excitement in noticing the two boys keep tabs on you throughout the night.

There was a big chance of seeing Rafe today, and you would lie to yourself if you said you didn't wear this dress to catch his attention.

As much as you wanted to hate the boy, you couldn't. The only reason you even hung around his house was to see him, even if it was just a glimpse. You'd see Sarah every day when you met up with the pogues, but knowing her brother liked hanging inside his room, the chance of sparking up a conversation seemed less strange.

You smiled to yourself when you felt him sit next to you, his strong cologne had hit your senses right away. You took a deep breath to keep yourself from melting in his strong arms.

"Took you long enough," you hummed, taking a few sips from your drinks to relax your nervous self. You'd caught him mid-breath, ready to speak but you beat him to it.

"What?" He questioned, quickly looking at his friend with a puzzled look, only receiving a shrug in response, only hearing part of your conversation

You turned to face him, putting the drink down in the sand to place your hands against your thighs, using your fingers as a distraction, "I've noticed you checking me out all night, any reason for that?"

He was at a loss for words, like a deer caught in headlights. Swallowing down his stammered voice and clearing his throat, a smirk appeared on his lips, "Can't a man admire your beauty, from afar?"

You smiled, ignoring the rosy cheeks that dared to give your flushed state away," Seemed like you wanted to devour me, with your eyes."

He gulped, licking his lips nervously once more, looking over to his friend who turned away and pretended to like the decor of the table's sheets, nodding to himself

You had caught Topper looking afterward, your hand waving over at him, "I loved the color of the mantel as well!"

They were embarrassed, to say the least, not expecting the turns of events that now faced them.

Deciding to drop the facade, he walked over to the two of you—deciding to sit on the opposite of Rafe, the two of them now seated on each side,

You wasted no time grabbing both of their hands, intertwining them together, "I feel the energy here, and, I know just how to fix that,"

They looked at you confused, letting you guide them away from the small group of people that were sitting away from your view, giving you the perfect escape from being seen.

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"This is insane," Rafe spoke, looking around and eyeing the secluded area that was hidden away from the bonfire, the only light source coming from the stars and the moon that now glowed against your skin.

Had you planned your night to go like this? No. But you craved the two boys that now stood in front of you, understanding the plan you'd explained to them on your little walk.

"It's killing two birds with one stone," You crossed your arms, hoping they'd give in to your idea.

"Out here, on the beach?" Top rubbed his temple, wondering if getting caught was worth it.

All this talk with Rafe was a conversation he followed along with, but now that he had you at his mercy, he couldn't wrap his head around it.

Sighing you drop your hands, raising them in surrender, "Nevermind." you turned around, clearly not on the same page with the boys.

The moment you turned, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you towards their chest, your lips met against Rafe's—his long fingers holding onto your hair, keeping you in place.

The suddenness knocked all the air out of your lungs, your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders before he pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours, "Now, where the hell do you think you're going?"

Two new pair of hands slid down your waist, Topper's chest pressed itself against your back, his lips pressed against your ear, "Thought you wanted us all to yourself,"

With Top's hands cupping your chest and Rafe's lips pressing themselves against your neck, you were over the moon as his tongue slid all the way back up to your lips, capturing them into an intoxicating kiss once more.

There was no going back as soon as you gave in, your body melted back against Topper, your hands were pressed against Rafe's chest.

"My Truck?" Rafe whispered against your lips, his face flushed while he stared down at you, his tall frame towering over you.

"Will we fit?" you asked, your hands tangled against his as you stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek while you wait

"Oh, everything will fit, alright," He smirked down at you, his eyes looking over at Topper before nodding as if they had this planned out beforehand.

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You were laying on the back of the truck, out in the open for anyone to see the three of you.

Rafe had parked the car somewhere a little more secluded, eliminating the possibility of getting caught but it was still rather thrilling.

Your dress had risen up to your sides as you laid down, your underwear was nowhere to be seen, giving the two horny pairs of eyes the perfect view of your wet slit.

"You're fucking perfect," Rafe's lips were soon pressed against your needy clit, his tongue gliding slowly while collecting your juices. Your hands gripped onto his hair, letting out a whimper as he slid in a finger, hungrily eating your cunt as if it were his last meal on earth.

Top had slid down his jeans, the tip of his cock pressed itself against your lips—which you gladly wrapped around his head, keeping your eyes on his as you hollowed your cheeks, welcoming him into the back of your throat.

His hands gripped your hair tightly, positioning his hips to thrust himself deeply into your mouth, loving the way you slobbered all over his cock and down to your chin.

With Rafe adding a third finger into you, your legs wrapped themselves around his head to keep him there—hips pushing forwards to bring you to your first orgasm of the night

He fucked you with his tongue, knuckles deep into your cunt as you felt the familiar fire forming, letting go as you squirt all over his lips and face, fingers not stopping their unforgiving and rough tempo against you.

You pulled away from Top to throw your head back, mouth parted as your legs shook from the pleasure, "Oh, fuck fuck,"

"There she is," he grunted, enjoying how your body responded to his touch. He kept his eyes on yours, pulling his fingers away to wrap them around his lips, savoring the sweet juices that dared to become his favorite thing

"M' gonna ruin you," his hands were now pressed to each side of your face, leaning down to press his lips against your neck, grabbing one of your hands to press them against the tent that wanted nothing more than being buried inside of you

Topper had his hand wrapped around his shaft, keeping his eyes on the two of you, "She's being such a good girl for us, ain't she?"

Rafe looked down at you, brushing your hair out of your face with a smile, "She really is, aren't you sweetheart?"

You bit your lip are you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to please them both.

"Mm, let me try something," you placed your hand against Rafe's chest, pushing him back against the truck— which was rather comfortable since he had a thin bed mattress that he could unfold.

As soon as his back had hit the bed, you crawled on top of him—using your hands to unbuckle his pants and slide them down his legs along with his boxers, letting his veiny and girthy cock spring out free.

Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting him to carry such a package which made him chuckle at your reaction, "It'll fit, trust me,"

Your mouth watered, but you wanted nothing more than to fill the ache that craved to be stuffed down your legs.

With your hand wrapping itself around his shaft, he hissed softly, watching the way you parted your lips and took him down your throat, gagging not even halfway.

He held back from buckling his hips, letting you take control as his eyes rolled back, fingers gripping your hair before you pulled away, wiping away the saliva that had slid down your neck with a grin, pumping his cock with your hand, "I need you,"

You held onto his shoulders as you sank down his monstrous cock, letting out a gasp while you shakily whimpered. He was more than you could handle, feeling the way your warm cavern swallowed him in slowly, till you reached the bottom. Your hands pressed themselves against his chest while you rolled your hips down against him slowly, getting used to his size.

His hands slid down to your ass, smacking your ass cheeks harshly before gripping them in his hands, helping you glide up and down at a desperate pace, your moans were held back by your teeth biting down against your bottom lip.

He noticed this and pounded up against you, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from moving, "Fucking let me hear you, slut,"

Your breath hitched at his words, crying out as you held on to him, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his shaft.

Topper had slid behind the two of you, spitting down against his hand to push your body forwards as Rafe's hips came to a halt, "Think you can fit me in there?"

You turned your head to face him, leaning forward to give him space as he pressed the head of his cock against your stuffed entrance, slowly slipping into your tight and sweet cunt, "Holy shit," you let out, feeling overly full with the two of them thrusting themselves into you.

It felt deliciously good as you moved your hips back against them slowly, savoring every moment as they moaned, Rafe's hand sliding up to cup your breast in his hands, pulling down your dress from the top to wrap his lips against one of your nipples, squeezing the other one softly.

Top's hands gripped your sides, digging his fingers into them and jerking his hips into you, grunting as he pushed one last powerful thrust before spilling himself inside of you, his teeth bit down against your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

The warmness of his seed made you slide off from Rafe's, using your hand to wrap it around topper's cock and slide him into you, milking every last drop of his seed.

"Such a needy whore," he choked out, holding onto you as his hips jerked one last time into you, letting out a breathy moan before sitting back against the mat.

You let go of him, looking down at the other boy who watched you in awe, "You're fucking perfect,"

Grabbing the base of his shaft you slid down his leaking tip, moaning softly against his ear, "Yeah?"

He couldn't take the way you slowly slammed down against him, wanting nothing more than to split you in half.

He wrapped his arms around your waist once more, spreading his legs slightly before lifting his hips, rolling his hips into you at a reckless pace, the sound of smacking flesh filling the air as he pounded roughly into your throbbing pussy.

"You're gonna feel me for days," he grunts, loving the way your fingers ran through his hair before gripping it in your hands, your moans encouraging him to flip you over, pressing your face down against the mat.

"You're ours now, nothing but a pussy for us to fuck," he whispered against your ear, balls swinging against you while you pushed back against his thrusts, spreading your legs wider to let him hungrily devour you whole.

"M' so close," you whimpered, scared of letting out the moans you've been holding back, knowing they'll catch the attention of the drivers passing by.

You were sweating, moving your hips back to match his pace, feeling him deep as your face grows hot, "Cmon pretty girl, give daddy what he needs," his words were encouraging, struggling to speak as he chased his climax.

Your walls gripped themselves around his cock, back arching as you saw stars— breath hitching as you came all over him, crying out his name, "Holy fuck, Rafe!"

He whispered sweet nothings against your ears as his hips stuttered, spilling himself inside of you till every last drop, using his hands to move your hips back against him slowly with a satisfied sigh, "And ours she is," he turned to face Topper, who had a smirk planted on his face

Your legs gave out under him, letting him have his way with you as you tried catching your breath, "Tsk tsk, you don't think we're done with you, right?"

He pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back—pressing a rough kiss against your hips, the feeling of Topper's fingers pressing themselves against your entrance made you close your legs, to which he held open, shaking his head.

"You're not?" you asked, swallowing deeply as you felt your throat drying up, not believing the words coming out of him

"You've made the mistake of letting us in, and now I'm afraid you're not gonna be able to kick us out, pretty girl."

His words made your cunt clench around nothing, already missing their new owners, and god were you excited.

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[babeydollx]

Topper Thornton

Smut

12. "I could just pull your bikini bottom to the side, no one will notice."

64. "If we get caught I'm blaming you."

77. "I want to fulfill that fantasy you've always wanted."

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Love On The Seashore {Topper Thornton}

Warnings: cursing, unprotected sex, public sex

Pairings: Topper Thornton x Fem!Reader

Summary: Topper convinces you to make love with him on the beach.

Word Count: 800+

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You and Topper got set up on the beach. You both laid your towels down and got the umbrella up. You both helped eachother with the sunscreen and then you laid down on your back and put your sunglasses on, letting the sun hit your skin.

While you were laying there, you could feel Topper's eyes on your the whole time. You opened your eyes and pushed your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose slightly to look at him. You saw that he was looking at your tits.

"Enjoying the view?" You asked with a smirk, snapping him back to reality.

"I- well you wore a green skimpy bikini. You know that green is one of my favorite colors on you." He said.

"I know." You said. "That's why I wore it." You said with a smirk.

"You had no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now. All I can think about is you in that bikini with my cock stuffed inside you." He said as he bit his lip. You whimpered a little and squeezed your legs together as you felt yourself getting wet.

Topper noticed and smirked. He spread your legs only to reveal a wet spot on your bikini bottoms. "Looks like you want me to fuck you just as much as I want to fuck you." He said with a smirk.

"Well, obviously I want you too but, we can't do it here. There are people around." You said.

"I can just pull your bikini bottom to the side, no one will notice." He said. You laid there and thought about it for a moment. Topper waited patiently for your answer, not wanting to rush you and blow the whole thing.

"Alright, alright, we can do it." You said.

"Wait- really?" He asked shocked.

"Yeah, I know this is a fantasy of your and... I want to fulfill that fantasy you've always wanted." You said with a smile. He smirked and hovered over you and kissed you. You then broke the kiss and looked at him.

"But, if we get caught, I'm blaming you." You said with a chuckle.

"Honestly, it would be hot if we got caught. Adds to the thrill." Topper said with a smirk and kissed you again. You both were very lucky thought that you were both far enough away from the crowd that you wouldn't get caught but, you never know.

The two of you kissed again. After a few minutes of the two of you making out, he pulled back and pulled your bikini bottom to the side. He then pulled down his swim trunks a little but, enough for him to pull his cock out.

He positioned himself between your legs and then thrusted into you. You gasped loudly but, Topper was quick to your mouth with his hand. He began to thrust into you. You moaned against his hand, your moans muffled enough that no one else would hear but you and him.

You held onto his shoulder with one hand and with the other hand you held onto his arm. He kept thrusting into you, slowly picking up the pace. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he plowed into you.

You arched your back a little and threw your head back as he fucked you. At this point he was fucking you at an ungodly pace. You loved it so fucking much but, you were super fucking scared that someone was gonna catch the two of you. What if it was someone you knew?

He was going really fast but, you honestly were a little relived that he was since if it was a quickie, you both may have less of a chance of someone seeing you. You felt that familiar knot growing in your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now.

You could tell that he was going to cum too since his thrusts were getting sloppy. You then clenched around him, signaling to him that you were about to cum.

"You gonna cum baby girl?" He asked quietly. You nodded quickly and mumbled a 'yes' against his hand. "Come on, cum for me princess." He said. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs began to tremble as you came hard on his cock.

He thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white. He was about to pull out of you when you both herd a voice making you both jump and look over to see who it was.

"Holy fuck you two are so freaky." Rafe said with a smirk.

"Yeah, never expected that you two would fuck so close to people." Kelce said. Well, I guess Topper got what he wanted.

a/n: I hope y'all liked this story!

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[spinningintheshadows]

baby’s first christmas || topper thornton

Warnings and stuff: teen pregnancy/parenthood, not canon — Rafe is Worlds Best Godfather™️, cute uncle John B, some swearing.

Pierce hummed as she curled her legs underneath her on the plush sofa, a cup of tea in her hands as she heard Topper walk into the room with a bundle of pink blanket in his arms, looking down at the six week old he carried like there wasn’t another person on the planet. Pierce knew his mother would be home soon, not that it mattered because Mrs. Thornton had come to enjoy the girl's presence in her house. Sure, Pierce was a Pogue through and through, but she was also the mother of her granddaughter, albeit still a minor herself.

Topper and Pierce hadn’t even been together for the first four months of her pregnancy. A pregnancy that shouldn’t have happened in the first place because even though they were drunk, Pierce had been on birth control, taking it religiously every day since her father had put her on it at thirteen, and she’d made sure he used a condom. Of course, because he was a kook and she was a Pogue, when she discovered she was pregnant she assumed he wouldn’t want anything to do with it. She assumed she’d just be another stereotypical teenage pregnancy and would have to drop out of school and work three jobs to survive. Her father and brother had been pissed when she found out, accusing her of being irresponsible but her father softened when she was able to bring him not one, but three blister packs of her birth control to show him that she hadn’t missed a pill. Long story short Ivy Sloane Thornton was not supposed to happen but she did.

If Pierce thought her dad and brother were pissed, then Topper went completely mad. He’d cussed, yelled, called her names. He’d offered to pay for her to get rid of it, because they were only sixteen. She’d straight up told him she wasn’t going to do that because if their child has outsmarted a condom and birth control pills, then they deserved a fighting chance. He said he wanted nothing to do with it, but when she returned from the mainland with ultrasound photos, he did a complete 180. As soon as his eyes landed on the small blob in the middle of the ultrasound his heart softened. It wasn’t going to be easy — they’d be seventeen when the baby was born and they lived on an island that expected them to hate each other, but that was his child she was carrying and the least he could do was be her friend.

Topper, on the other hand, could vividly remember telling his parents they were going to be grandparents.

His dad was home for once, which was rare and only happened maybe twice a year. This, of course, meant there was a family dinner to be had. What better time to tell his parents he was disappointing them even more, right? He waited, though, until they’d almost finished the meal before he spoke.

“I need to tell you guys something.” His voice was shaking already. “And you’re not going to be happy with me”

“Failing another class, Topper? We’ve talked about this. How do you expect to get into college if you can’t pass high school!” His dad was already starting, making Topper fight the urge to roll his eyes.

“No. I have all As and Bs, thank you.” Topper said. “I uh, I got a girl pregnant. Not any girl, a girl I really like but due to this stupid Pogues vs Kook bullshit I can’t even be with so I’m going to have to help raise my child as friends. And before you even say a word, Mom, she’s not getting an abortion. We both agree that since we used two forms of birth control and it still happened, our child deserves a fighting chance.”

“So you’re going to throw away your life for a pogue?” His father sneered. “You should have known better than to sleep with trash, Topper.” That pissed Topper off, honestly.

“Pierce Routledge is the farthest thing from trash.” Topper's hand collided with the table. “If anyone here is trash, it’s you Dad. You think I don’t know you have a whole other family on the mainland? You think I don’t know about your girlfriend and three other kids? Do my siblings even know about me? I’m sure they don’t because you don’t want them to. I’m the disappointment, I know.”

“The Routledge twins are actually very responsible, polite kids. I’ve only met them a handful of times, but Ward Cameron tells me the boy, I can’t remember his name, hasn’t missed a day of work in the year he’s worked for him and Pierce is always extremely polite when I’m at the club.” It was the first thing Topper’s mom had said the whole evening. They had a strained relationship at best but her talking nice about the girl carrying his baby gave him hope. “I assume she’s due after your birthday, Top. Being a parent isn’t easy, but if you’re sure you want to be involved, I can’t stop you and I will support your decision.”

So Topper put in the effort to be Pierce’s friend. He held her hair back when she was dealing with morning sickness. He didn’t miss a single appointment, always in awe that the heartbeat he heard was his baby’s. It wasn’t until Pierce was 18 weeks along that he finally came clean about his feelings. They were at his house, cuddled up on his bed while a thunderstorm raged outside. His hand tracing patterns in the little bump that was just really starting to show on the girl.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked, his blue eyes meeting her green ones.

“Of course you can, Top. We’re friends right?” She told him with a smile. “We’ve got a whole different kind of connection than most friends do.”

“Yeah, friends. What if I wanted to be more, though?” He said. “I mean, I like you Pierce. I’ve liked you long before we hooked up. It’s just, this stupid class war on this fucking island. But, I don’t care about that.”

“I’m glad the feelings are mutual.” She laughed. “I don’t press, Topper, but I’ve had the biggest crush on you since middle school. Never thought any of this would happen.” His lips met hers quickly, softly even. The kiss grew deeper as it continued, and Pierce wasted no time in fumbling with the tie on his sweatpants.

“I’m sorry but I have approximately ten million hormones going through my body and my sex drive is turned up to like two hundred right now” she mumbled against his lips.

“Well luckily for you, I can handle that.” He told her.

At twenty six weeks pregnant, Pierce and Topper went to her father and asked for permission for her to move into his house. She already spent most of her time there, and Topper’s mother had assured Big John that his daughter would be safe there. They wanted to get started on the nursery for their daughter, and knew the château wasn’t going to be big enough for another human, so with his permission, Topper and John B helped Pierce move her stuff into the house on the Figure Eight. Topper invited John B to help him paint the nursery and build the furniture for the room, which pleased Pierce endlessly, as she sat on the back deck in a lawn chair with Sarah and Kie going through baby names and writing down ones she liked.

“Okay so, admittedly Topper and I both have weird names.” She told the girls. “Pierce Adeline and Topper Gordon.”

“Oh my god. Topper’s middle name is Gordon?” Sarah tried not to laugh. “I’m sorry. I’m sure there’s a reason he’s named what he is.”

“There is.” The girls hadn’t heard Topper and John B step out of the house. “Gordon is my mom’s grandfather’s name. I was born on what would have been his 80th birthday. I don’t know why they named me Topper, but I do know why my middle name is that.”

“And you” John B pointed at his sister. “Refused to show the ultrasound lady what you were when our parents found out, but the doctor was like 80% sure we were identical so they assumed you were a boy. You were supposed to be Pierce Andrew, but unfortunately you came out a girl. Mom really liked Pierce though, and since Dad chose my name, they kept it and changed your middle name.”

“Why are we discussing names anyway?” Topper asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Coming up with names for baby Thornton?”

“Who said she’s getting your last name? Maybe we’re hyphenating. Thornton-Routledge.” She said. He frowned. “I’m kidding, baby. She’s a Thornton.”

It wasn’t until that night when she was sitting on the couch, watching a movie with her feet up that he came in with her notebook of names that she had asked him to look through. He held it out her sheepishly. Taking it, she noticed two names circled on the list then scrawled in his messy handwriting at the top “Ivy Slone Thornton?”

“Did you come up with this on your own?” She asked.

“As much as I wanna say yes, I can’t. I asked my mom which sounded better. Sloane Ivy or Ivy Sloane.” He told her. “I just think it’s simple, it’s sweet, and it fits our girl.”

“I think you’re right. Ivy Sloane Thornton has a name.”

It was early November when Ivy Thornton decided to make her first appearance two and a half weeks early. Pierce’s water had broken right after dinner the night before but it was still a waiting game. Fourteen hours of screaming, crying, swearing and possibly breaking a couple of Topper’s fingers later, their seven and half pound baby girl was placed on her chest, resulting in tears from both of her parents. As much as she looked like her, Pierce hoped that she kept the blue eyes that matched her father’s. Topper just wanted her to stay that small forever.

Now, six weeks later, they’re in the living room, surrounded by people making last minute deliveries and hanging last minute decorations for the annual Thornton Christmas party. A pitiful wail from the baby in her boyfriend's arms brought Pierce out of her thoughts. She stood up, making grabby hands for the baby as she kissed his cheek.

“Sorry baby, I don’t think you have the goods she’s looking for. You can have her back as soon as she’s done.” She told him. “Why don’t you go shower while I feed her, then you can get her ready. God knows you’re going to put a ridiculous bow on her head”

“She doesn’t have hair, Pierce, let me put bows on our daughter. She looks cute.” He said.

“Mhm. What time is everyone supposed to start arriving?” She asked.

“About six thirty. Mom wants the annual Christmas photo in front of the tree before though.” He said.

This year, instead of just being kook exclusive, the Thornton Christmas party had included invites to the Routledge family and Topper’s three younger siblings — Alex, Leah, and Kyla, who Topper’s mom had met when she reached out to the now ex-girlfriend of his father. The pair had bonded over the fact that Topper’s dad was a piece of shit, and it allowed Topper to finally get to know his siblings.

Pierce was exhausted by the time the party was in full swing. Ivy had been taken by Rafe the moment he came into the building and he’d spent the better part of an hour sitting in a recliner talking to her like she understood a word he was saying. Rafe Cameron had a tough persona, but the moment he came to the hospital to meet Ivy and Topper had introduced her to him as his goddaughter, he melted for the little girl. Once John B and her father arrived, there was a moment of playful bickering between her brother and the oldest Cameron sibling before John B took the baby and spent 20 minutes cooing over her with Sarah.

“Kiss me if I’m right, but I think our daughter might be the star of this party” hands found their way around her waist and a chin was placed on her shoulder.

“I’m too tired to turn around.” She said. “I owe you?”

“Deal. I think if I don’t keep moving I’m gonna fall asleep right here.” He mumbled. “And there’s so many people and lights and sounds that Ivy is living her best life and wide awake.”

“Hopefully that means she’ll let us sleep tonight.” She half joked, finally turning around to bring their lips together.

“A Christmas miracle.” He said. “Merry Christmas, baby. I love you.” She crinkled her nose at him as he said it.

“Merry Christmas, Top.” She whispered. “Thank you for giving me the greatest gift this year. I love you.”

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[jj-babebank]

Camp Willowdale / JJ Maybank AU / PART 3

Synopsis: Camp Willowdale is buzzing with new campers. It’s Caroline Windsor’s first year as a camp counsellor after attending the camp as a camper for ten years. Little does she know that this year Willowdale Lake is going to be a little different from what she is used to it being…

Warnings: future chapters may include curse words, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activities, mentions of death.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem OC

Part 1 ; Part 2

Part 3 -

Music was blasting in the boys’ cabin and John B made sure to keep the lights dimmed to a maximum, adding to what he referred to as ‘the groovy ambiance’. Caroline and Sarah entered the cabin, leading the way for all of their fellow girl counselors. Word spread faster than a wildfire around the Wildcat Lodge and now everyone was attending what was meant to be a welcoming party for just the boys. Caroline leaned against the ladder of one of the bunk beds and crossed her arms as her and Sarah waited in anticipation for their grand scheme to play out.

“Caroline, Sarah!” John B’s voice alerted them as he snuck up between them, hooking an arm around both their shoulders, “Right on time for the big surprise!” he said, walking dramatically towards what the girls already knew to be his luggage. He turned the music down on his way there, “Alright everybody, listen up!” he said, stopping by his bed, gathering everyone’s attention, “I’m sure to most of us, if not all of us – camp Willowdale is a token of light, a beacon of faith, an ode to nostalgia, if you will,” he spoke dramatically, waving his hands around, making Caroline and Sarah chuckle, “Which is why we have all gathered here tonight, and for that reason, I have done my due diligence and prepared a special surprise for all of us. Girls and boys, allow me to introduce to you,” his hands went to unzip the bag, “Ton-” his eyes widened in horror as he unzipped the bag, revealing it to be totally empty, except for his scarce clothes and the limp body of what appeared to be a dead owl at the bottom.

Everyone around him seemed either disappointed or confused as he frantically ran around the room, looking for his alcohol stash. Caroline and Sarah, however, gasped at the sight before them.

“Shit,” muttered Sarah, “What the hell is that? When I said I was hoping there wouldn’t be animals in there I didn’t think there’d actually be animals in there…”

Caroline shook her head, “Screw what it is! The real question is – who put it there?”

The girls were so focused on their conversation they barely noticed JJ showing up, “You girls know anything about this?” he said, making both of them jump.

“JJ!” Caroline said, trying to mask all sense of worry in her voice, “How could we possibly know anything about this?”

“We did it,” said Sarah quickly, “We stole the alcohol, but we swear to God we have no idea who put that pigeon in there!”

“Sarah!” hissed Caroline, only making Sarah shrug.

“What?” the girl said, “If there’s some psycho playing tricks on us, we might as well have a guy on our side!”

JJ raised an eyebrow, a small smile spreading on his face, “You’re telling me you two are behind this?”, he said, looking at Caroline impressed, “Gee, Carrie, didn’t picture you to be the bad type,”

Caroline’s cheeks heated up immediately as Sarah rolled her eyes and turned to look at JJ, “Earth to Maybank, are you listening to me? We only stole the booze, we didn’t put that in there!”

“Relax, girls,” said JJ, “Knowing John B, that little fucker probably sat dead at the bottom of his bag for a while before you even got to the alcohol,”

Caroline and Sarah both scrunched their noses in disgust, however what JJ was saying did make sense.

“You’re probably right,” sighed Caroline, “Booze is in our storage room, me and Sarah will go fetch it now,” she said, pulling Sarah out of the cabin.

“Are you crazy?” Sarah hissed at her, “Do you really want to give them all that alcohol back? Jesus, Carrie, how the hell do you expect me to last all summer sober? It’s bad enough I have to bunk with Madison Hague…”

“Relax, Sarah, I’m sure there’s gonna be a handful of teenagers with secret stashes of alcohol just waiting to be confiscated,”

Sarah sighed in relief, “You’re totally right, C,” she said, shaking her head as they walked the few steps up to their cabin’s door, “We’re just gonna rob our teens! What could possibly go wrong?”

As she said that and pressed onto the door handle, an ear-piercing scream echoed through the forest, making the hairs on the back of her arm stand.

“What was that?!” she quickly turned to Caroline, who was just as frozen as she was. Counselors started coming out of the boys’ cabin, the music dying down again suddenly. JJ and John B quickly made their way towards the girls, both visibly concerned.

“Are you alright?” said JJ.

Caroline nodded, crossing her arms, “I am, but whoever’s in there doesn’t sound like they are,” she said, tilting her head in the direction of the thick forest from where the scream came.

By this point, Pricilla and the rest of the head staff appeared from the staff lodge, all looking slightly tipsy as they paced through the path to the counselors’ cabins.

“What in the world is going on here?” Pricilla said, trying not to slur her words.

“Sounds like we should be asking you the same thing,” John B muttered under his breath, earning a chuckle from JJ.

“Our guess is as good as yours, Miss P,” explained Topper, shrugging, “We were all hanging out in there when we heard the scream and came out,”

“Well whose was it?” enquired Pricilla, looking slightly annoyed that her night had to be cut short for these teenagers’ shenanigans. When no one could give her an answer, she rolled her eyes and waved them over, “Come on then, off to Wildcat Lodge. We’re gonna have to do a count,”

Once everyone was gathered in the lodge, Pricilla waited for Mrs. Darbyshire, who also seemed a bit too drunk to be taking any of this seriously, to bring her a list of all the counselors’ names.

“Alright,” she said once the list was in her hands, “I’m gonna do a name call. Once we figure out who’s missing, you’re gonna go into that forest and look for them.” This earned her a bunch of annoyed comments and groans, making Pricilla snap back, “Don’t give me that shit, you lost ‘em, now you gotta find ‘em.”

“This is bullshit,” Caroline crossed her arms, “We’re literally minors, what are they gonna do?”

“They’re gonna finish their party,” interjected JJ.

Caroline shook her head in annoyance as Pricilla started reading out everyone’s names one by one.

“Jenna Kinley?”

“Here!”

“Kelce Johnson?”

“Here.”

“Barry Smith?”

“S’up.”

“Madison Hague?”

No answer.

This made Pricilla stand up straighter, looking around the pool of counselors in front of her, “Madison are you here?” when there was no reply yet again, she sighed loudly, “Has anyone seen Madison?”

“Last time I saw her, she said she was going to the girls’ cabin to pick up a jacket,” chimed in Topper.

“Oh, for the love of-” Pricilla groaned loudly, “This better not be a stupid prank, or I swear!”

“I should’ve just given her one of my jackets…” muttered Topper, “Now I feel kinda guilty,”

“Hey, it’s alright,” said Caroline, tapping him on the shoulder, “I’m sure she only saw a bug or something,”

“I trust you’ll all disperse and look for your friend now,” said Pricilla, “In the meantime, us adults will be supervising the Wildcat Lodge,”

“Supervising from what?” asked JJ confused.

“In case… Madison comes back here, of course!” Pricilla quickly lied, “Now off you go, Maybank, you ask way too many questions!”

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“This is ridiculous,” moaned Sarah after bouncing down the stairs of the girls’ cabin with a bag on her arm, “As if this summer couldn’t get any worse,”

“Pipe it, princess,” bit back JJ, “If you didn’t insist on stopping by the cabin before we went into the woods, maybe we’d have called it a night by now.”

“Don’t big yourself too much, Maybank,” she said, leading their pack into the trees and looking around to see whether the coast was clear, “You see, while you were moping around outside, I picked up some provisions,” she said, a devilish smirk spreading on her face as she pulled out a bottle of whiskey from her bag.

Caroline’s jaw nearly broke off, “Sarah, are you serious?”

Sarah only shrugged, “What? I told you I’m not gonna make it through tonight sober, besides, if I’m gonna be looking for the bitch I was hoping wouldn’t be here in the first place, I’d rather be shit-faced when I find her,”

Caroline rolled her eyes, snatching the bottle from Sarah’s hands, “Yeah, well, if I’m going to be looking for the bitch with you, I’d rather be shit-faced too,” she said, taking a rather large swig of the alcohol and hissing at the taste.

“Sweet,” said JJ, picking the bottle up from Caroline, “This is better than the party,”

John B agreed as he got hold of the bottle last.

The group walked through the forest, flashlights in hand, taking the whiskey bottle in turns and laughing as they went. John B had argued that if Sarah could pick something from her cabin, then he could pick his speaker from his, and so the four of them found themselves nearing the clearance by the lake, drunk and singing along to some cheesy song that was currently playing loud enough for only them to hear.

“It’s a good thing Pricilla wanted us here a day early,” slurred John B slightly, “Now you girls have set up the bonfire area and we can chill there,”

Sarah rolled her eyes, “Yeah, you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”

John B raised an eyebrow and turned to Caroline, “What’s she talking about?”

Just as Caroline was about to answer, they reached the bonfire area, which much to her dismay – had been totally wrecked, once again.

“This,” she said, anger quickly replacing the previous buzz she was feeling from the alcohol.

“Whoa, who did this?” said JJ, flashing his flashlight in the direction of the discarded logs and pillows.

“What do you mean who did this?” snapped Sarah, “Why’d you think we stole your alcohol?”

“Sarah, we didn’t do this,” John B shook his head.

Sarah stopped dead in her tracks, her face becoming slightly worried “What do you mean you didn’t do this? Then who did?”

“Guys,” Caroline chimed in from across the bonfire area, where the fire was supposed to be lit the following night, “Come check this out,”

The three teens made their way towards Caroline who was flashing her light at one of the rocks at the base of the fire pit. There was something written on it with a gooey substance the origin of which none of them wanted to question.

“I don’t know who did it, but whoever it was,” said Caroline, stepping back from the rock so that her friends could see what was written more clearly on it, “Probably did this, too.”

And there on the rock, written with what looked an awfully lot like blood, were plastered four words:

Come and find me

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blue ain't your color | jj maybank

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summary: song fic based on blue ain’t your color by keith urban.

warnings: mentions of mentally and physically abusive relationships, underage drinking, mentions of drugs, angst, fluff, v soft jj

PSA: this is not in any way meant to idealize or romanticize abusive relationships. if you or someone you know is in an abusive relationship please get help. below are some resources and learning tools. 

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1 (800) 799 – 7233

Love is Respect – National Teen Dating Abuse Hotline: 1 (866) 331 – 9474

more hot lines and info: https://victimconnect.org/resources/national-hotlines/

learn more: https://www.thehotline.org/psa/

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I can see you over there

Starring at your drink

Watchin' that ice sink

All alone tonight

You look down at your drink, moving the straw in a circular motion causing the ice to swirl around creating a small tornado.

Glancing at the time on your phone, you realize you've been waiting here for almost two hours. 

Your boyfriend was supposed to meet you at Topper’s party at 9. In the first thirty minutes, you weren't surprised. Liam, your kook boyfriend of 10 months, was late for almost everything, so this didn't come as a shock to you. 

When the one hour mark hit you were honestly quite worried. What if he was in an accident? What if he got jumped? Maybe your thoughts were most likely irrational, but you couldn't help but worry about your boyfriend.

One hour later, you had gotten past the worrying stage. Now you were simply angry, no, furious at him. Had he stood you up? Did he forget about you? These thoughts were definitely more rational. It wouldn't be the first time Liam stood you up, but you would make sure it was the last. 

At the beginning of your relationship, everything had been sunshine and butterflies. About two months in, however, he asked you to stop seeing your friends.

You see you were a born and raised pogue. Your dad was a close friend of Big John so you had practically grown up with John B, JJ, and Pope, in more recent years becoming close friends with Kiara.

At first, it was little things. Liam would get upset if you left to hang out with the pogues instead of him. Then one day, he asked you to stop seeing them all together. You, of course, retaliated, telling him that you would never leave your friends. But Liam had a way with words, and not a good way. He told you for months that your friends would never love you and that you were lucky that he had even taken pity on you. Slowly, you started to believe him. You stopped seeing the pogues, pushing everyone who truly loved you out of your life.

Liam became more and more distant as the months went on. He would leave you almost every night to drink and party, not even bothering to let you know where he was headed. The two of you had been fighting nonstop for several weeks. It had gotten physical only a few times and the next morning he would apologize profusely, so you stayed.

Seeing him walk in with two girls wrapped around his waist, nearly two and a half hours late, was the last straw for you.

Grabbing your purse, you walked up to Liam, who's eyes widened with the realization the moment he saw you.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he says, slightly slurring his words as his arms still holding the two skinny blondes at his sides, “It's not what it looks like.” You can see his red-rimmed eyes and dilated pupils, telling you that he was coked out. 

You roll your eyes, knowing that this was it for you. “Really, Liam,” you snap back, “‘Cause it looks like we are done here.”

Liam’s eyes widen in shock, never having seen you lash out like this before. He shakes it off and his expression quickly contorts into one of disgust. “Okay,” he says with a shrug, “Good luck finding someone else to take pity on a whore like you, dirty pogue.” He walks away with the two girls, leaving you in shock.

It takes a moment for you to realize that you had just ended this almost one-year relationship. 

The first emotion you feel is one of freedom and relief. No more would you have to be held down by this weight of not being able to do and say what you want.

That feeling slowly dissipates as the feeling of dread starts to overcome it. You had pushed away all of your friends for this boy who had let you go like you were nothing to him. Maybe you were nothing.

You walk back to the bar area, grabbing another drink, feeling the need to drown away your sorrows.

And chances are

You're sittin' here in this bar

'Cause he ain't gonna treat you right

JJ Maybank hated kook parties with a passion.

Thankfully he hadn't had the opportunity to attend too many of them in his lifetime. But now that John B was macking on Sarah Cameron, it wasn't uncommon for the blonde boy to get dragged along to one of these events.

John B had left JJ to fend for himself as soon as they had arrived at the party, slipping off somewhere to find Sarah. JJ looked around the extravagant home that belonged to one of his enemies, Topper Thornton. His ring clad fingers fiddled with an expensive-looking vase, trying to find the perfect moment to snag it and slip away.

JJ’s eyes filtered through the crowd when they landed on something, or rather someone, that he had least expected to see.

His hand slipped from the vase, letting his gaze drink you in. You definitely looked different. Your once long hair was now cut just below your shoulders and your typical style of denim shorts and a cropped shirt was exchanged for a lavish-looking dress and sparkly stilettos.

JJ admits that he probably wouldn't have recognized you if he hadn't spent so many years unable to take his eyes off of you whenever the pogues were together.

The boy had loved his life long best friend since the day she clocked a boy in the face for making fun of JJ’s worn-out clothes. They were seven. In addition to being the day JJ had met (Y/N) and John B, it was also the day he fell in love with the (Y/E/C) eyed girl.

When you started dating your kook boyfriend at the beginning of your junior year, JJ was initially devastated. He soon brought himself to realize, however, that a lowlife like him would never be able to deserve someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as you. His thoughts were confirmed when you abruptly stopped hanging around the pogues and him. You were too good for him. The blonde boy had no idea of the pain that Liam had caused you in the past ten months.

Now looking at you, JJ could see that you were upset. He had gotten really good at analyzing your body language over the many years of being your best friend.

All thoughts of stealing the vase flew out of his mind as his feet started in your direction.

Well, it's probably not my place

But I'm gonna say it anyway

'Cause you look like

You haven't felt the fire

Had a little fun

Hadn't had a smile in a little while

You felt a figure move to sit in the bar stool chair next to you, but you choose to ignore whoever it is, not particularly feeling up to socializing with a contemptuous kook after what you just went through.

The figure didn't move after a few minutes so you turn to look at them with a glare in your eyes, ready to snap at them and ask them to leave you alone. Your gaze immediately softens as you realize the person next to you is in fact the last person you would ever expect to see at a party like this, JJ Maybank.

Tears begin to prick at your eyes as you continue to stare at the side profile of the blonde boy who hasn't yet turned to face you. 

Everything you had done so well to hide over the last ten years of knowing and loving him comes rushing back. Your love for the boy next to you consumes every fiber of your being. 

A lone tear falls down your cheek as you begin to curse yourself and Liam. How did I let him control me into giving this up? This feeling?

Blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall

But darling, it don't match your eyes

JJ finally turns his head to look at you and feels his entire resolve crumble. You were crying. The sight nearly breaks his heart in two.

His eyes lock with yours and he can see the pain and heartache swirling within them.

“What did he do to you,” JJ mutters, letting his eyes roam the crowd for the boy he despises most in the world. Almost a year of suppressed anger starts to bubble up to the surface.

“JJ,” you whimper.

The sadness and hopelessness in your voice makes every ounce of anger in him evaporate as he turns his head to look at you again. The look in your eyes tells him that the kook boy had hurt you worse than he ever knew.

JJ wants nothing more than to pull you into his arms and never let anything else in the world harm you. His hands itch to wipe the tears off your face and pull your head to his chest.

However, JJ also wants you to be as comfortable as possible and he's not sure if you're ready for the amount of love he has to give you just yet.

You surprise the blonde boy by reaching out to your arms out to him. The blonde wastes no time in standing up and pulling your body flush to his chest.

Everyone else in the world disappears as the two of you clutch each other with all you have. Both of you realize how much you had missed the comfort of each other's embrace. 

You're not sure how long you stand there like that, face nuzzled into JJ’s shoulder as the boy strokes your hair comfortingly.

“I'm sorry,” you mumble into his shirt, not willing to pull away from the warmth he radiates.

JJ’s eyebrows draw together in confusion as he pulls away enough to look down at you. “What do you mean,” he asks with a softness in his voice that is reserved for you only, gently lifting your chin so that you are looking into his beautiful cerulean eyes.

You sniffle. “I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for breaking down in front of you. I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. But most of all, I'm sorry for ever believing that I could live without you. I-I mean if it weren't for you I don't know what I would do. I understand if you don't want to talk to-” your ramble is suddenly cut off by JJ pressing his lips to yours.

The boy knows that this is probably not the best time to confess his feelings towards you, but he can't watch you talk down about yourself like that anymore. Do you not know how much he adores you? 

The kiss is soft and passionate. JJ can taste your salty tears on his slightly chapped lips as they work against yours. Both of you poor every ounce of emotion you have into the kiss. 

JJ reluctantly pulls away when the two of you run out of air, placing his forehead delicately on yours as your arms wrap around his neck.

I'm tellin' you

You don't need that guy

It's so black and white

He's stealin' your thunder

Baby, blue ain't your color

Both of you pant as you look into each other's eyes. “I've wanted to do that for so long,” JJ says, as the smile you cherish so much graces his features.

“Really?” you ask and JJ can hear the vulnerability in your voice. What did that shithead do to you to make you so insecure?

“You have no idea, baby,” he says, tenderly kissing away the tear that has slipped out of your eye and onto your cheek.

Not having the words to express how you feel about the boy in front of you, you pull his head back down, kissing him so sweetly that it makes his knees buckle.

“JJ,” you whisper as you pull away, but you never get to finish your statement because you are suddenly ripped out of his embrace.

“You fucking whore,” Liam seethes at you taking a stride towards you and you instinctively take a step back. “You break up with me and two minutes later you've moved onto another guy. Slut.” His words cut you deep and you know by the tone of his voice that a punch to the gut or a slap to the face is coming. Liam raises his hand and you brace yourself for impact, but it never comes.

The sound of yelling fills your senses and you open your eyes to see JJ punching Liam in the face repeatedly. You are frozen as you watch the scene in front of you.

“JJ,” you hear John B yell, turning to look at him, “You're gonna kill him.”

Your eyes widen in realization at his words and you take a step forward.

“JJ,” you call, but your voice is drowned out by the sound of everyone yelling around you. You clear your throat and try again, louder. “JJ.”

This time JJ stops mid punch, turning to look at you. Fear fills your body when you see that his wide, normally baby blue eyes are nearly black.

His gaze softens as he takes in your anxious look.

JJ steps away from the beat-up boy and you see a few of his friends pull Liam’s limp body away. You lock your eyes back to JJ’s and he takes a careful step towards you causing you to involuntarily flinch back slightly.

I'm not tryna

Be another just

Pick you up

Kinda guy

Tryna drink you up

Tryna take you home

He wants to cry out at the sight. Don't you know that he would rather die than ever hurt you? 

You do know this, and you're not afraid of the boy in the slightest, but the last five minutes have put you on edge.

Seeing the broken look in the blonde’s eyes, you take quick steps toward his body, wrapping him in your embrace. He melts into your arms, allowing his face to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

The crowd that had formed around the fight disperses, realizing the show is over.

“(Y/N).” The sound of your name being called pulls your attention away from the sweet boy in your arms.

You pull away from JJ slightly, still keeping an arm around his bicep.

Looking over, you see John B standing to the side with Sarah Cameron. You had heard about the two of them getting together and you suddenly realize why JJ happened to be at this party.

The sadness in John B’s eyes as he looks at you breaks your heart. The two of you have been like sister and brother your whole lives and, besides JJ, he was the hardest for you to stop talking to.

You feel JJ’s grip on you loosen, urging you to go to John. The two of you walk towards each other and John B pulls you into his arms. 

“I missed you, (Y/N/N),” he says unto your hair, “So much.”

You smile, tears softly rolling down your cheeks. “I missed you too, JB,” you say, pulling away to look at JJ who looks back with a sad smile on his face.

But I just don't understand

How another man

Can take your sun

And turn it ice cold

The four of you decided it was best to leave. John B dropped Sarah off at her house and drove the three of you back to the Chateau. Your stomach drops at the sight of the small shack.

JJ notices your facial expression, placing his hand softly on top of yours. “You okay?” he asks gently as John B parks the van.

You nod with a small smile and JJ helps you out of the van, holding your hand as he leads you to the porch. You stop walking, causing the two boys to turn around and look at you.

“I'm sorry,” you say, tears pooling in your eyes again. JJ gives you a knowing look. “(Y/N),” he says, almost sternly.

“No,” you say, wiping your eyes, “Let me talk.” JJ nods and John B looks at you expectantly. “I left you. Both of you. I- Liam, he just made me feel so useless and I didn't want to be a bother to you guys anymore.”

JJ lets out a sound, almost like a growl, and pulls you into a hug. “You are not useless, (Y/N),” he says seriously, “You are so important, to both of us, and we missed you so much.”

You nod into his chest as John B comes to wrap his arms around both of you.

The three of you group hug and you sigh contently, happy to be back with your boys.

Well, I've had enough to drink

And it's makin'

Me think that I just might

Tell you if I were a painter I wouldn't change ya

I'd just paint you bright

John B helps JJ set up the pull out while you change into a pair of John B’s sweats and JJ’s t-shirt. John B says goodnight and goes to “hit the hay” as he puts it, leaving you and JJ alone again.

“I'll sleep on the other couch and you can take the bed,” he says sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you settle into your “beds”, but you can't seem to fall asleep with so many thoughts running through your mind.

Everything that has happened since you left the pogues seems like one big sad blur. Your mind wanders to JJ. What does this mean for you two? 

“(Y/N),” the voice you love so much calls. You hum in response. “You ‘wake?” he asks. You sit up in the pullout shaking your head.

“Can't sleep,” you say, rubbing your eyes. 

JJ sits up as well. “M’sorry, baby,” the nickname makes your heart flutter.

You open your arms for the boy who looks at you warily. “Are you sure, (Y/N),” he asks. You nod quickly and he stands up, falling into the pullout and wrapping you into his arms. He tucks your head under his chin, pulling you closer.

“JJ,” you ask.

It's his turn to hum in response. “This may be weird for you, but I feel like I just have to say it,” you tell him. JJ pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. He's worried about what you are going to say but tries to hide it for your sake. “I love you, J.”

JJ smiles, leaning down to nuzzle his nose with yours in an Eskimo kiss. “I love you too,” he says sincerely, but you're afraid he doesn't understand what you mean.

“No, J,” you say, looking away from his eyes, “I love you. Like, I'm in love with you.”

The blonde boy only smiles bigger. He leans down pressing a passionate kiss to your lips, pulling away when you run out of air. JJ trails sweet kisses down your jaw and neck before placing one last kiss on your lips.

“I'm in love with you too (Y/N),” he says kissing your forehead. JJ wonders how he went so long without being able to kiss you and hold you. Even after only confessing a few hours ago, it feels so natural to have you in his arms. The thought of not having you makes his heart ache. 

“I have to ask you something, but you can say no and it won't change anything and I understand that this is hard because of everything that just happened,” JJ rambles. You kiss his jaw softly, urging him to continue. “Will you be mine. Ya know. Like my girlfriend, or whatever.”

You smile wide. “Of course I'll be yours, J.”

JJ copies your smile leaning down to press another kiss to your lips.

He pulls away, snuggling into you, and the both of you bask in the feeling of being in each other's arms. Your hand reaches up to play with JJ’s hair as your eyes start to droop.

“Love ya, pretty girl.”

“Love you too, J.”

'Cause blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall

But darling, it don't match your eyes

You are sitting down on a beach towel, watching the sun slowly fall into the ocean, lighting the sky with a beautiful rainbow of colors. Your feet are outstretched in front of you and your hands prop you up behind your back. The Outer Banks heat is making your skin warm, but you don't mind, letting the steadily depleting sun hit your skin.

You watch as JJ catches another wave, surfing it perfectly. You giggle as he raises his hand in a fist, clapping for him. 

It's been two weeks since you finally ended things with Liam. You were able to mend things with the rest of the pogues and Kiara and Pope welcomed you back with open arms. Things with JJ have been going amazing. The two of you agreed to take things slowly seeing as you were just getting out of a toxic relationship. It was different to finally be in a place with JJ where you weren't afraid to show him and tell him how you feel, but you loved it.

JJ runs towards you, gripping his board in one hand as the other pushes back his blonde locks.

When he gets to your towel, JJ throws down his board and plops down next to you, pulling you into a sweet hug.

You giggle. “You're all wet, J,” you say, not making any move to get out of his warm embrace. The boy peppers your face with soft kisses causing you to giggle even more.

A few minutes later you are seated in between JJ’s legs and he has his strong arms wrapped around your waist, his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

“I love you, J,” you say, still watching the sunset.

“I love you too, pretty girl,” JJ says kissing your neck. He begins humming the tune to a song you recognize. 

“Blue ain't your color, umm mm,” he sings, “No, no baby, come here baby, let me light up your world.”

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The Roommate - Austin North

Chapter I  - Introductions

A/N This is kind of a slow start, but the next chapter is them meeting and moving in with each other. I only lightly proof read because it’s late. I hope you guys enjoy!

Word Count: 1743

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It was getting late into filming season one of Outer banks. Drew, Austin and Rudy were talking about moving back to LA together and getting an apartment. Rudy had been living with Chase, until he started dating his co-star Madelyn. The three boys got along great, and everyone had grown so close while filming. They were all talking about taking places in the same complex wanting to be close to each other when the show finally aired.

It was a great plan. All three had looked at different apartment buildings, figuring out how much they could afford between the three of them. Rudy had roommates already back in LA, but they were moving on with their lives and Rudy knew he couldn’t afford to live there by himself. That was when JD had suggested for him to move in with Drew and Austin.

 Everything was going great between the boys until Rudy started hanging out with Elaine more. She was the one of the crew’s photographers, always helping were she could. She got along with incredibly. Both Rudy and Elaine were in the early stages of hanging out when they started filming, knowing each other from previous projects. Rudy thought she was amazing before and jumped on the opportunity to get to know her more.

 There had been a big misunderstanding in the beginning when Rudy saw Elaine and Drew hanging out together all the time, he thought he lost his chance, but when Drew had brought another girl around a couple of times, he was clearly mistaken. Rudy went back to were he started trying to win over Elaine, cracking every joke he could think of and taking her out on cute little dates. It was simple, but enough for both.

 “Do you think they’ll be mad?” Elaine asked the blonde while they laid in the hammock. “I don’t know maybe at first, but their cool, they’ll understand.” The two were talking about getting their own place when the show was over. Elaine had a lot of projects coming up in LA and it just made sense. The two were in love and it was what they wanted. “I just wish I knew someone who wanted to move in with them you know. It would make it so much easier to tell them.” Elaine said flipping through the photos she had taken.

 Rudy was nervous to talk to the other boys. He had made them a promise and even signed a lease saying he would live there with them. He didn’t want to turn his back on his friends, but he wanted pursue things more with Elaine. He walked to Austin’s trailer assuming Drew would be with him. He knocked before walking in, the two other boys sitting around on the couch.

 “Oh, hey man, we wanted to talk to you. Did you want to go back home to see family before we go back to LA. I was thinking it would be easier if we all moved in one at a time.” Austin spoke without looking up from his phone.

 Rudy sighed looking at the two. Austin and Drew could tell there was something on his mind. “About that, I wanted to talk to you guys. I was thinking about getting a place with Elaine when we go back. You know, things are going so well right now, so we want to take things to the next step.” Rudy spoke in one big breath, glad he finally got it off his chest. He was looking at the boys for any signs of anger.

 “Well, you owe me twenty bucks Drew, I told you they were going to move in together.” Austin replied laughing. “okay yeah whatever, here.” Drew said digging into his pocket for a twenty throwing it his friend. Rudy was confused, “wait you guys aren’t mad?” Drew looked at him. “No, we’re not mad, we’re happy for you! But you’re going to have to help find us new roommate that’s going to be as good as you.” He replied laughing.

 “Yeah, okay why don’t you post something on craigslist, and we can meet with them on our break next weekend.” Rudy suggested feeling much better about the situation. “Let me know when you guys want to do things.” He called out while leaving the other two alone. He walked over to the photography trailer to talk to Elaine.

 “Hey babe, are you in here?” He called into the small trailer. It was made into small office for each photographer to work from. “Yeah, I’m back here Rudy.” She hollered out to him. He followed the sound of her voice to her end of the office. She was drinking a coffee, going through the photos she had taken recently. “I really love this on of Madison, she looks so natural.” Elaine handed the photo over to Rudy. “I just talked to the boys.” Rudy stated, “and they’re not mad about anything. They said I had to help them find a roommate. I think we’re going back to LA next weekend to meet with some people.” He said looking through more of her photos. “Oh, Rudy that’s great, see love I told you they wouldn’t be mad at you.” Elaine said rubbing his back slightly.

 Drew and Austin had gotten a lot of messages from people, and they finally narrowed down their list to a couple. They were going to meet at the new apartment over the weekend with Rudy. Madison had helped them come up with some good questions to ask people. It had taken all afternoon and they had finally met everyone they planned to meet. The three were sitting around eating pizza talking about everyone they had just met.

 “I just want someone were not going to be seeing all the time. It would be easier if they worked opposite to us.” Austin mention, him and Drew could put up with each other but didn’t want another person they didn’t know throwing the balance off. “Yeah, and someone with no pets, because I’m not cleaning up after someone else’s animals.” Drew added. “I don’t you guys, I think you might have to expand your horizon a little bit. What about Gavin, he seemed pretty cool.” Rudy tried reasoning with them.

 “No, not him, he smelt funny. You don’t want the house smelling like beef jerky and regret all the time.” Drew commented making the other two nodded their heads.

 “What about Evan, he said he was trying to be an actor too, that might be nice.” Austin spoke up not minding the guy.

 “Yeah, but then he’s going to asking for advice all the time, its hard when they’re first starting out and your established.” Rudy said.

 “Yeah, and he said he doesn’t drink, that’s weird.” Drew added to the other blonde’s statement.

 It was hard picking someone you were going to spend most of your time with. Drew and Austin worked close together, they’re character being friends helped them become friends.  When the weekend was up the three packed their things and headed back Charleston.

 Elaine on the other hand meeting with some friends while Rudy was one. Her friend Oliva had been in Charleston for a couple days working a case. She was a paralegal with a law firm that had a couple practices all over the country. She had been working in Georgia before taking a case in Charleston. The two girls met for coffee too catch. “I can’t believe you dropped out of law school.” Elaine spoke to the girl.

 It had always been her friends dream to become a lawyer, so her not finishing surprised her. Elaine had dropped out of nursing school to pursue her love of photography. He parents weren’t impressed but Oliva stuck by her side the whole time. The two drifted when Oliva went to Harvard and Elaine moved to LA, but they always stay in touch.

 “Yeah, well, I guess I took one for your books Siemek. Plus, I couldn’t stand the rich kids at a Harvard anymore.” Oliva grimaced think about the people she had met. Yes, Harvard was known for having the smartest students, but they were dull. It was so boring. Oliva didn’t live for a great amount of adventure, but she didn’t look for a bland life ether. “Well, what are you going to do after this case is over? Where are they offering for you to go?” Elaine asked taking another sip of her coffee.

 “Crazy story about that one, they want me to start working in LA, they have a firm there. It’s small and handles smaller cases but one of the paralegal’s are going on MAT leave so he asked me to fill in for her. I know the office I helped set it up in the beginning. I just don’t know if it would be a step down or not.” Oliva expressed to her friend. It was a big decision moving all the way to LA, though nothing was keeping her in Charlestown, and she was in a fight with her parents.

 “I think you should go for it! You would love LA, and in couple weeks Rudy and I are moving back out there together so we can hang out. I would love for you to meet all of them, they’re all so nice.” She smiled think about the friends she made over the last couple of months.

 “Yeah, but were would I even live, I was looking at places and it’s all so expensive. I would need a roommate, and nobody wants a roommate the works like 80 hours a week.” Oliva groaned thinking about all hurdles in her way.

 “Well, I actually can help with that. I know a couple of guys who are looking for a roommate and you’re exactly what they need. It would be great!” She explained, telling Oliva all about Drew and Austin. “Just wait until you meet them! I’ll text Rudy and tell him to bring them buy for coffee!” Elaine explained.

 There was nothing wrong with guys for roommates Oliva thought. She just didn’t know if she was ready to let anyone else in her life again. A lot had happened since she stopped talking to Elaine, and she didn’t want someone picking into her private life, but she also needed a job and place. How hard could it be she thought.

[saharamae21]

If We Were a Movie (Half Topper/Half JJ Imagine) - Disney Day Two

Hey guys! Day Two of my 30 Day Disney Challenge is here! This challenge is going to be 30 days of imagines inspired by Disney songs. I’m really excited to be doing this and I promise I will try to stay more on top of it than I did with my last challenge.

These are not song fics, but imagines inspired by songs.

Sorry if this is terrible, I’m intoxicated... Whoops

Day Two (October 29th) - If We Were a Movie (Hannah Montana) - Topper? JJ? Imagine

Word Count : 1077 Words

I kinda want to make a Part 2? 

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You watched as Topper threw himself at Sarah Cameron. He was completely unaware of every feeling you had for him. He was unaware of the feelings that dozens of other girls had for him. You were nothing special compared to all of them or to Sarah Cameron. You let out a sigh as he talked to her, begging for her to take him back. You almost felt bad for him, but he was doing this to himself. He wanted the kook princess and nothing less. You closed your locker and duck your head, unable to watch another second of this.

The bell for 4th period rang and you rushed to your locker, grabbing your keys and bag. Lunch was open campus for upperclassmen, which meant you could dip for an hour if you wanted to. Kelce waved you over and you took a light jog over to where he stood.

“You coming with us, y/n?” he asked. You nodded in response, hoping that Sarah Cameron wouldn’t be joining you. Much to your distaste, she walked up with Topper, laughing at something he said. You hated that she had no intention of dating him, but still wanted to be included in every aspect of his life. It left a bad taste in your mouth.

You guys went down to the beach and sat up camp. Scarlett and Sarah had caught a ride from the boys, pushing you out of the car. Instead you drove yourself, frowning the entire way there. Kelce apologized to you when you got there, but Top was too busy giving his attention to Sarah to care. You told Kelce it was fine and unhooked your surfboard from the top of your jeep.

“Are you going to eat with us?” Kelce asked. Your eyes darted over to Topper and shook your head no. The way he was behaving caused you to lose your appetite.

Instead, you walked right past him, the board tucked under your arm. He asked you if you were hungry, but you just pretended like you didn’t hear him. You put your board in the water and paddled out into the ocean.

What you didn’t know was that Sarah wasn’t the only unwanted guest joining you for lunch. She had invited John B and his friends to crash the gathering. They all gathered around, eating together. Everyone, but JJ. He had no intention of being friendly with guys like Topper and Rafe. Instead he joined you out on the ocean. He saw you sitting out on your board, staring out into the ocean and decided to see why you were lost in thought.

You didn’t notice as he paddled out to you. The breeze was brushing your hair into your face and you were anything but peaceful. He noticed the melancholy look on your face. He sat there slightly behind you, wondering if you would ever turn around and notice him. After a while, it became clear to him that you were in your own little world.

“Didn’t feel like enjoying lunch?” he asked you. Your head shot in his direction, knowing exactly who he was. You and JJ had only ever talked a handful of times. Maybe once or twice at a party or when Sarah would invite the Pogues along with you all. This was new though. The two of you were alone and he was initiating conversation.

“Not really. Something left a bad taste in my mouth,” you muttered bitterly. He chuckled at you and flicked his head to glance at Topper pretending to be cool with J.B.

“Why don’t you just tell Topper how you feel?” he asked. Your jaw dropped a little bit as he said that. How did he know? “You literally watch his every move. No matter where you are, you stare at him. Plus I can see it in the way you look at him. So, if I think it’s this obvious, everyone else probably knows too. Why did you just tell him?”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he gave you some advice. You stared at him, trying to understand the blond boy in front of you. You never knew that he paid such close attention to you. It made you smile to know though.

“Because this isn’t a movie,” you said in response to him. He asked you what you meant and you let a big sigh, pivoting to see both him and Topper. You gazed longingly towards the beach and watched him with Sarah. “If this was a movie, he’d be the one and I’d be the best friend that he would fall in love with. However, this is real life and I don’t want to live in that fantasy forever. I just need to get over him.”

“Trust me, it isn’t that easy,” he muttered, staring at the shore as well. You let your shoulders fall as the two of you were in similar situations. You wondered how long he had been in love with Kiara.

“I’d kill for just one sunset with him, You know, laughing on the docks like we do every once in a while. But instead of him gushing about another girl, he would be telling me how I was perfect for him…” you muttered. You were shaking your head as you spoke, laughing at yourself. “It sucks hearing him talk about her like she’s the only one worth his attention. Clearly she doesn’t want him. I’m here, sitting and waiting for him to realize that I wouldn’t hurt him like she did, but that doesn’t matter because I’m not Sarah Cameron. The worst thing about it all is that I can’t even hate him for it. I hate myself for putting myself through this everyday.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. You could tell he meant it. You shrugged your shoulders and chuckled at how ridiculous your fantasy sounded aloud.

“It’s fine. You don’t choose who you fall in love with…” you muttered.

“Do you want to skip class and just stay out here with me?” he asked, thinking that he shouldn’t leave you alone like this. You glanced back at the beach one last time and nodded. Your heart continued to shatter as you watched the boy you cared about give his heart to someone who didn’t even want it. He was as pitiful as you were, loving someone who would never love you back all because this was real life and not a movie.

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In My Corner, Without the Gun - j.maybank

a/n: OKAY, so huge news! This is actually the first work that I have ever finished. And I’d like to contribute this massive accomplishment to the actual loml @bricksatanakinswindow!! She’s a fantastic writer, but beyond that she’s an incredible friend and a huge supporter. She gave me the prompts that inspired this and I hope you guys check her out because she is a much better writer than I am! Please, when you get the chance, go read her works, especially Hero/Heroine which has been yanking my heartstrings every which way ever since she published it. But, now, onto the actual fic which is 1.3k words of pure, unedited trash. But, I couldn’t care less because its done!!

established relationship!JJ x fem!OC (unnamed) 

Warnings; a gun, a couple f words, nothing major

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, ‘cause guess what? It did!”

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself!”

“You can't keep pretending it didn’t happen, ‘cause guess what? It did!” She shouts, her voice rising multiple octaves by the time she finishes her sentence. Her arms flail wildly, attempting to use gestures to communicate her anger when her voice fails her. He avoids meeting her eye, gaze focused on the lit end of the joint perched between his fingers. “JJ, look at me. We have to talk about this!”

As he takes a drag, he glances up at her, tightening his jaw as he takes in her angered expression. “We don’t have anything to talk about,” he mumbles, kicking at the ground gently.  

“Yes, we do, JJ! You pulled a fucking gun! What the hell is wrong with you?” She drags a hand through her hair, pulling at several strands as her boyfriend refuses to even look at her, much less explain himself. “J, just talk to me.”

She settles down in the chair next to him, exhaustion overtaking her as her anger drains. If he isn’t going to talk, then all she could do is tire herself out as she implodes. And JJ isn’t worth it to her, not after the stunt he pulled.  

“You know, Topper, I knew you were a misogynistic asshole, but I didn’t know you were a little bitch too.” She inspects her nails as Topper quietly fumes, trying his best not to be angered by the girl’s words. He could fight John B and JJ well enough, but it seemed a step too far to argue with her, no matter the names she called him. “Yeah, I mean I knew you were Sarah’s little bitch, but Rafe’s too? What, did their daddy buy you?”

He tightened his fists and clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath to calm the anger welling in his throat.  

“What? Can’t even talk without Rafe’s hand up your ass.” Apparently, this was just too much for him and he stepped closer to her, his eyes brightening with rage. “Maybe I should call him just so he can puppet you like the tool you are.” 

“I’m not his puppet!” He gets up in her face, waving his finger centimeters from her eyes. “I-I-” he stutters with anger and she smiles triumphantly.  

“A Cameron got your tongue?” He opens his mouth to respond, but he is pushed away before she can, a body blocking her view of the tormented boy.  

“Get the fuck away from her man! Get out of her face right the fuck now!” JJ, the boy you were lucky (more unlucky in this scenario) to call your boyfriend, is standing between you two, every muscle in his body tensed to fight.  

“Babe, what the hell? It’s fine, I’ve got it covered.” She grabs at his shoulder, attempting to get passed him, but he continues to block her way, putting an arm out as she tries to move around him. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself!”

As much as she pulls and tugs at his shirt and his arm, he refuses to move, standing stock still as Topper gets right in his face, just as he was in hers moments before.  

“Man, get the fuck out of my girlfriend’s face before I kick your ass.” Topper laughs shortly, not losing eye contact with the boy in front of him as he pushes him away, causing JJ to bump into you and knock you off balance, but you recover quickly. However, JJ takes this as a personal offense. “Alright, that’s it!”

He tackles Topper to the ground, throwing punches and knocking the boy around in a rage. Topper fights back, landing solid punches to JJ’s face and chest before attempting to flip them over, so as to get leverage over him. However, before he can, a black object, a recognizable one that causes chills down her spine, slips out of JJ’s waistband and clatters to the ground. All three of them freeze.  

“JJ, what the fuck is that?” Her blood runs cold at the sight of it and before she can even move, the two boys have scrambled up from their places on the ground and JJ picks up the gun, holding it in his hand like he’s unsure what to do with it. He doesn’t aim it anywhere, but he also doesn’t put it away.  

“Dude, what the fuck?” Topper stares at the weapon with pure fear in his eyes before slowly backing away, his blue gaze trained directly on JJ’s hand. “That’s a gun. Why do you have a gun?”  

JJ remains silent.  

“JJ?” As if her voice snaps him back into reality, JJ jerks his hand up, brandishing the gun like it is truly meant to be held: trained directly at Topper’s head. “JJ, no!”

“Get out of here, Topper. And don’t ever torment my fucking girlfriend again!” JJ shouts, his eyes trained on Topper but taking slow steps backwards to stand beside her. She stares only at the weapon in his hand.  

“You’re insane, dude! You’re fucking crazy!” With that, Topper turns and runs, relying on pure adrenaline and willpower to get himself out of there before JJ decides to fire. Thankfully for the boy, JJ lowers the weapon as he retreats, turning to face her with worry in his eyes. She looks up at him, anguished.  

“JJ, what the hell was that?” He takes a surprised step back at her frantic words, lifting the gun in his hand up almost absentmindedly. She flinches.  

“Babe, he was harassing you! He was literally about to hit you,” he exclaims, voice tinged with worry and anger. At her wary glance, he slips the gun back in his waistband, though it does little to ease her mind.  

That was half an hour ago and they had made the trek back to her beachside home, arguing tearfully until JJ had shut down completely and removed a joint from one of his shorts’ pockets. Now, she is left to attempt to reason with a statue.

“I-I don’t even know where to start! Where did you get the gun? Why are you just carrying it around? Why didn’t you just let me handle it? Because I was handling it!” He remains completely silent, save for the gasp of smoke he breathes out. “Oh, so now that you aren’t battling it out with Topper, you go quiet? This is serious, JJ, you could get in trouble for that.”  

“Don’t you think I know that?” The sudden outburst causes her to falter in her step, but she recovers quickly, getting out of her chair and walking over to him with her jaw set. His voice grows quieter as she gets closer. “I know that I could get in trouble, but-he just-” he sighs.  

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.” Her panicked gaze softens to something like affection at his concern. He runs a shaking hand through his already messy blond hair. “I thought he was gonna hurt you.”  

“J, I’m sorry,” she mutters, stepping closer in the silence that permeates the empty porch. “But, you don’t need a gun to protect me. I can protect myself just fine, especially from Topper. He’s too pussy to hurt me.”

JJ chuckles lightly at that, pulling her into her chest and breathing a sigh of relief into her hair.  

“I know, babe. I just-I get worried. I never know what those Kooks are gonna do.” She pulls away slightly to look up at him, smiling affectionately.  

“I know, babe. But, don’t worry. If all else fails, I’ve got you and the other Pogues standing in my corner.” With a pointed look at his hip where she knows the gun is still sitting, she adds, “Without the gun.”  

He sighs, removing a hand from around her waist to take another drag of the joint before looking back down at her and smiling. “Without the gun.”  

[farfromfickle]

Far From Fickle | JJ x OC

Trigger Warning: Mentions of suicide, death, etc. Mild panic attack. Drowning.

A/N: I wanted to write a fanfiction, I’m not really sure how long it will be. It’s through the POV of an OC named Payton, and I’m thinking her love interest is going to be JJ. Constructive criticism is always, always, always welcomed but if you’re mean to me I’ll probably cry. 

Payton Montgomery’s entire world is turned upside down when her twin sister is in a surfing accident and put on life support. The summer has arrived, and Payton is anxious to distract herself with anything she can: an apprenticeship at her father’s family owned funeral home, a newfound social life at the boneyard, a murder or two, and maybe even a summer fling with a certain wounded blonde surferboy.

Chapter one

Payton Montgomery stood at the edge of the surf, her gaze entranced on the waves crashing against the sand. Crashing had never been a word she would have used to describe the waves before the incident. But lately everything was crashing, or falling, or suffocating around her. Before, when she thought of the beach she thought of the silent and graceful waves, pushing and pulling. She thought of peaceful sounds and being lulled to sleep. These were not the same waves she’d watched countless times with her sister. These waves were violent. She flinched each time they fell against the shore. 

The sun was just rising over the shore, and Payton felt as if she’d gotten little to no sleep. Granted, falling asleep in a hospital chair was never rest inducing. 

“Standing there by the water, you look just like her,” a voice muttered behind her. “Like Carter.” 

“Well, we have practically the same face,” Payton muttered. She forced her eyes from the water. “Being twins and all.”

“But I’ve always been able to tell you apart,” the small brunette was standing beside her now. Payton wondered how she hadn’t noticed her approaching before. 

“Sarah Cameron,” Payton let out a small huff. “Let me guess, I’ve finally earned your pity.”

“Maybe if your sister actually dies,” Sarah replied with a nonchalant shrug. Payton could tell she was kidding, but the comment still felt like a slap in the face. She tried to stop herself from physically flinching.

“Well according to the doctors, you don’t have much longer to wait.” 

“Are you okay?” Sarah asked, her hand falling lightly on Payton’s shoulder. 

“What do you want, Sarah?” Payton asked. “Because the last time you gave a shit about me or my sister, it was seventh grade. I haven’t heard from you in nearly five years. You weren’t there when our mom died. I don’t understand why you’re trying to be here now.” 

“I just wanted to check on you,” Sarah muttered. “I don’t expect to be friends or whatever. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t--” 

“Gonna off myself or something?” 

“Right,” Sarah frowned. “That.”

“Rest assured,” Payton said, “I won’t harm myself or anyone else during this trying time.”

“I know I wasn’t the best friend to you…” she began, but Payton cut her off. 

“No kidding.” 

“There’s a bonfire tonight,” Sarah tried again.

“At the boneyard?” Payton raised a brow. “That’s right, I heard the kook princess had a pogue boyfriend.”

“He’s a person,” Sarah interjected with a slight eye roll. 

“You don’t have to lecture me on the humanity of each stereotypical clique,” Payton let out a sigh. “I’m friends with both.” 

“The invitation stands,” Sarah told her. She tried out a soft smile, but ended up dropping it. “I’m really, really sorry about Carter, Payt.” 

She wanted to scream at her to stop talking about her sister like she was dead. She wasn’t dead yet. She might not even die. She wanted to stamp her feet and kick the sand and throw herself into the ocean and make peace with the water that took so much from her two short weeks ago. She did none of these things, however. She simply said, “Thank you,” and turned her attention back toward the surf. 

***

Payton’s eyes fell onto her sister. She was lying in the hospital bed, the machines around her beeping erratically. Her chocolate brown hair fell in messy curls around her shoulders, wild and unkept. A splash of freckles lay across her nose. Her pouty, deep red lips were chapped from dehydration. It was exactly like looking into a mirror. A mirror that Payton wanted to smash. 

“I really wish you’d wake up,” Payton huffed. She took a seat next to her sister, a book in her hand. The Outsiders, a school reading project that Payton had coincidentally already read a handful of times out of boredom. After her sister's incident, she used the book as a coping mechanism. She had read and reread the book over and over again, distracting herself from the horror of her life. 

Carter Montgomery was an avid surfer and risk taker. Payton wasn’t the biggest fan of the water, but she loved to sit at the beach and read while her sister caught some waves. The first day of summer the two had gone to the beach. The waves were a little rough, and Carter fell off of her board. She washed up into the break zone and knocked her head pretty badly. She fell unconscious underwater and nearly drowned. Her sister was put on life support almost immediately. No one really expected her to wake up. 

“Hey Payton,” her father muttered, walking into the hospital room. “How are you this morning? I didn’t hear you come in last night.” 

“I didn’t,” Payton replied, flipping the page of her book. “I crashed here.” 

“That sounds healthy,” her father mused. “Listen, I hired some extra help this summer. What’s that boy’s name? Heyward? His dad runs that seafood place.”

Jason Montgomery was the proud owner of Montgomery Funeral Home, a small town family business that had been in the Montgomery family for several generations. He was a tall, built man with sandy hair peppered with streaks of gray.

“Pope,” Payton told him. “I thought he worked for his dad.”

“He wants to be a mortician,” her father explained. “Asked for some part time hours for the experience.” 

“So you’ve replaced her already,” Payton mumbled, slamming her book shut. 

“I didn’t replace her, Payt,” her father frowned. 

“Could’ve fooled me,” she replied, standing up and turning toward the door. 

“Where are you going?” her father demanded, attempting to block the door.

“I’m going to work,” Payton told him, raising a brow, “is that a problem?”

“No,” her father murmured. “No, I think that will be good for you.”

“Gee, glad I have your approval,” Payton rolled her eyes and shoved past him. 

***

“So I don’t think we’ve officially met, I’m Pope,” the dark skinned boy began, a soft smile on his face. “I’m sorry, which one are you?” 

“Don’t act like you’re unaware of Carter’s condition,” Payton muttered. Her eyes were glued on the elderly woman on the dressing table. She was carefully sculpting the pink foundation around a bruise. 

“Right,” Pope replied. “I’m really sorry about your sister, Payton…”

“Don’t be,” Payton brought her eyes up to meet his for a brief moment before bringing them back down to the woman. 

“So, what are you, um, doing exactly?”

“Pink takes out the black of the bruises,” she explained. She collected another brush, dabbing the tip in an ivory foundation. “They want an open casket.”

“What happened to her?”

“She fell,” she told him. “The majority of bodies we get around here are old people. They’re usually banged and bruised, you know, ‘cause they’re so fragile.”

“Right,” he murmured. There was a long awkward silence before he began again. “Are you going to that thing at the boneyard?”

“I don’t know,” Payton admitted, “Parties aren’t really my thing.” 

“They’re not so bad,” Pope told her, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Just depends on who you hangout with while you’re there.” Payton thought about this for a moment. Who would she hangout with? She didn’t exactly have many friends. Carter was her best friend, and when she thought about going somewhere without Carter she felt numb inside.

“Maybe I’ll check it out,” she told him. “I could use a distraction.”

***

The music was a little too loud for Payton’s taste. She began the party at the keg, accepting graciously as Sarah’s latest boytoy handed her a red solo cup. She stood around awkwardly for a few moments while John B attempted small talk. 

“And how about this weather?” he asked, motioning around him. 

“Beautiful,” Payton nodded, a small snicker escaping her lips. “Just beautiful.” 

“Are you making fun of me right now?” John B asked, cocking a brow at her. 

“Oh, never,” Payton shook her head. She took another swig of her drink.

“I would hope not,” John B mused, “Since I’m the one who so graciously invited you to this shindig.” 

“Shindig?” Payton nearly choked on her beer stifling a laugh. “Sarah invited me, actually.”

“Oh, he’s actually so pussy whipped they’ve morphed into one person,” a voice called from beside them. Moments later JJ Maybank settled beside John B, rustling his fingers through his hair with a sly grin. “It’s quite romantic, really.”

“Sounds romantic,” Payton agreed. She didn’t know JJ well, only that he came from the wrong side of the tracks as her father would say.

“Oh, it is. They’re planning a June wedding.” 

“Guess my invite got lost in the mail,” Payton fake pouted.

“Don’t worry, you can be my plus one, dollface,” JJ gave her a wink.

“Lucky me!” she enthused. She took a final swig of her beer and gave the boys a nod. 

Payton ended the party where she began her day, staring blankly at the ocean. The waves were crashing against the shore. She stuck one foot into the water and stumbled a bit. Was this what being tipsy felt like? She had never drank before.

“Payton Montgomery at a kegger?” a voice came from behind her. It was familiar. Kelce, her sister’s ex boyfriend. She let out a sigh. 

“What do you want?” 

“Are you afraid to get into the water, princess?” he demanded, taking a step toward her. Payton sucked in a breath, panic starting to set in. “Afraid you’ll drown like your sister?” 

“Yeah she is!” Rafe let out a dry laugh. “She’s terrified. Why don’t you help her out, Kelce?” 

“Please don’t…” Payton whimpered, but Kelce was already moving toward her. Topper and Rafe were on either side of him, blocking her only escape routes. Before she even had time to process what was happening Rafe grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder. 

“Don’t be such a pussy,” Topper hissed. “We’re trying to help you!” Payton let out another whimper, her eyes closed tightly as the water began to envelope her. Rafe waded deeper and deeper into the water and threw her off of him. Her nails caught around his neck, scraping the surface as he threw her. 

“You bitch!” he hissed, kicking his leg out at her, shoving her farther into the water. 

Payton’s head was hovering above the water as she silently spoke to herself. It’s okay. You can swim. It’s okay. She was kicking and flailing her legs around trying desperately to reach the shore. Her head began to slip and she began to panic. Her vision began to tunnel. Suddenly two arms were around her, pulling her towards the shore. 

Her breaths were near gasps when they finally reached the shoreline, her arms neatly wrapped around the neck of her savior: JJ Maybank. 

[highpope]

Silver Keys - Ch. Two

JJ Maybank x oc ? Soulmate AU / Topper x oc

warnings: none, if there ever are let me know? :)

word count: 2k ish

notes: hello hello im back from the dead for one night only. This chapter is from JJ’s point of view. I promise the drama will have been worth all this wait. (hopefully) as always feedback and reposts are encouraged.

There are two other parts! Read them here - Masterlist.

JJ Maybank was never one for soulmates. Coming from a household of two broken people didn’t make him feel like there was hope for him like the universe was created so people could find their other half or their missing piece. Why isn’t a person whole to begin with?

 His parents weren’t soulmates. He didn’t need some magical musical force to tell him that. One questionable decision and nine months later, a blond boy was brought into the world, helpless. JJ tries to give them the benefit of the doubt, they didn’t mean to have a kid. But then his mom left before he could remember what her face looked like. Before he could memorize the sound of her laugh. He resented her for it, leaving him with his dad. JJ’s dad, who selfishly turned the world upside down and told him to walk through walls to make it out the other side. 

JJ never bothered to ask his dad if he had heard the music. He figured if he had ever, it was long gone now. 

Now, he leaned against the wall, a half-empty beer in his hand, surveying the crowd. He had long ago lost his friends and he was starting to wonder why he did this. Go to parties, that is. If he wanted to be drunk he could sit at John B’s and then pass out on the couch. If he wanted to listen to shitty music and watch people lose at beer pong, he could do it with people he liked. Instead, he was in a sea of kooks and faces he vaguely remembered as people he graduated high school with. They were getting too old to pretend like this was still fun like the universe hadn’t already projected the rest of their lives. But again, JJ Maybank was never one for all that universe shit.

The sunlight through the blinds shined into JJ’s eyes, making him groan and throw a pillow over his face. He had slept on the pullout last night, giving Kie the spare room. Pope was either on the floor or sprawled out on one of the recliners, JJ couldn’t remember. He went to check but was matched by a searing headache. Closing his eyes again he noticed the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Not two seconds later, June was opening the door to the Chateau. She let the screen door close behind her, making a noise loud enough to make JJ want to crawl inside his own body. 

“Good morning, Sunshine,” June said when he had finally made his way to the kitchen.

“It’s too early for that shit.” He squinted. 

She had left a bottle of water and some ibuprofen on the counter and he made a mental note to thank her when he wasn’t feeling like death itself. 

“Hungry? I can do french toast, there’s bread.” 

“Please,” Pope groans (from the recliner) as he rubbed his eyes.

“Tough night?” June asks, starting to bring another water bottle and meds over to the spot next to JJ. He watched as she walked back to the refrigerator, grabbing the half-empty carton of eggs and milk jug. She placed everything on the counter before standing on her tiptoes to grab a bowl. He noticed her shirt rose when she lifted her arms, exposing her stomach. JJ blinks, hard, and then instantly groans, reminded of his headache.

“I'll take that as a yes.”

Pope had since joined them at the table. He seemed to be handling his hangover better than JJ. The two of them talked about last night while JJ tried to piece it all together. 

Just then John B stubbles into the kitchen, his hair sticking up in every direction, “Morning” he mumbles before taking his seat at the kitchen island. Like clockwork, June sets down medicine and a bottle of water, and JB thanks her. 

“Hey, J, where’d you go last night?” John B asks.

“I just came back early,” JJ says truthfully. 

June chimes in, “What? No lucky girl?” he narrows his eyes at her and she winks in response.

JJ clears his throat, “Nah, got all summer for that. Tourons aren’t even here yet.”

“Really?” Pope questioned, “You walked back?” 

“Yeah, pretty sure I talked to Kie before I left,”

As if right on cue, Kiara comes shuffling out of the bedroom. Her eye makeup from last night is smeared and her hair is falling out of the bun on the top of her head. 

“Speak of the devil,” JJ says when she joins them in the kitchen. 

June, again, gets a bottle of water out of her bag and shakes out some ibuprofen from the jar, “Morning sleeping beauty,”

She narrows her eyes in response. No one messed with Kie in the mornings, especially when she was hungover. JJ wouldn’t be surprised if she hissed at them. There was one time they had all spent the night at the chateau and the next morning she was woken up by the rest of them doing something stupid in the yard. JJ could have sworn fire came out of her mouth. It physically hurt to be yelled at by Kiara.

Now, Kie takes the medicine from June and downs half the bottle of water, nods her appreciation, and walks over to the pullout where she rolls over, pulling the blankets over her head, falling back asleep. Safe for now, he thought.  

The five of them had spent the rest of the day at the chateau. The girls had dedicated the afternoon to watching movies in the living room, while JJ, John B, and Pope sat around on the hammocks, swapping stories from last night. John B had allegedly won at flip cup three times, but Pope called bullshit. 

The two of them had left to get some firewood to build a fire and pick up some food. JJ wandered down to the dock, took his shoes off, and stuck his feet in the water. The sun was starting to set and the reflection on the water looked like something out of a movie. He would never admit that to anyone though. He was just about to go back inside when June sat down next to him. 

“Hey,” she started.

“Hey, how’s Kie? She chill out?”

She laughed, “Yeah. You know how she is.”  JJ nodded. He knew.

“You doing okay?” June asks, bumping her shoulder against his. He could feel her eyes on his. 

“Yeah, just. Rough night like you said.” 

She must have accepted that response because she turned her gaze back to the water in front of them. 

“What about you? Survive your birthday dinner, Ju Ju?”

She rolls her eyes, “barely. My aunt pestered my mom all evening. We were seconds away from the table being flipped.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was. Happens every time.” 

“I’m sorry,” 

She shrugged before speaking again, “can I tell you something?” 

JJ nodded. 

“I think I heard my soulmate yesterday. Right after you dropped me off. It was the weirdest feeling.”

“Really? How do you know?” JJ’s head was spinning with questions. It’s not like he couldn’t talk to Pope or John B about this, but it was different. They weren’t quite as open as June could be. Or maybe JJ didn’t want to be as open with them. 

“I don’t know. I guess you just do. It’s not even like I knew the song or could even tell you what I thought it sounded like.” She breathed. 

He looked at her now, her face was calm but her eyes were whirling. He could see her formulating her thoughts, trying to wrap her head around what she had heard.

JJ shook his head, “that’s crazy and so fast,”

“Right? I thought so too.” She paused, “J, it was so weird.”

“Good weird?” 

“Yeah, comforting almost.” She was cracking her fingers, something she did when she was nervous. He noticed that she was still wearing the bracelet he had given her in the truck yesterday. He wondered what she thought about the whole soulmate thing. Her parents were still in love, there was no reason for her not to agree. 

“Do you think-” he started, only to be interrupted by Kie yelling at them from the backdoor, “Pizza’s here!” 

“Coming!” June yelled back, pushing herself up and slipping her shoes back on. She reached a hand out to JJ, who was still seated. He took it, even though he didn't need the help and the two of them started back to the rest of their friends.

It had been a week since the pogues had last hung out. JJ had picked up an extra project at the garage and was spending most of his time there. When he wasn’t, he was sleeping in John B’s spare room. But tonight, he was off and everyone was going to the boneyard. 

Almost instantly, JJ pulled out a blunt and his lighter. The sun was in the weird period before it set and was completely dark and the waves were almost louder than the music. Almost. John B and Kiara carried down a few chairs and beach towels to the usual spot just south of where most people congregate. While Pope and June went to get drinks, JJ leaned against a tree, surveying the crowd. It was mostly people they knew from around the island. He recognized a few people from when he used to work at the country club, but the rest were new faces. He caught a girl looking in his direction from across the party. She was short with dark brown hair. He noticed she was alone, too. With one swift nod of his head and a hand through his hair, the girl was already walking over to him.

“Yeah, I really just couldn’t stay in the house any longer, you know?”

JJ nodded his head.

“Anyway, you’re from here?”

“Born and raised,” he replied with a smirk. JJ was trying to pay attention to the conversation, but he wasn’t sure he remembered her name and he definitely couldn’t tell how old she was. Was it Jess? It starts with a J he reassured himself. 

“Are you here with anyone?” Jamie asked.

“Few friends of mine are hanging out over there,” JJ motioned, pointing Jackie in the direction of the pogues. He smiled slightly at all of his friends huddled around a fire. The moment was cut short when JJ noticed Topper and Kelce walking toward them. Almost instantly he got to his feet, muttering an apology to… Jade, and joined the others.

“JJ!” Kie sang when he walked over, clearly the drunkest of the five. She got up from where she was sitting to hug him only to stop short when she noticed the other boys.

“What the hell do you guys want?” She spits. John B stood up slowly.

“Hey, hey,” Topper starts, raising his hands in surrender, “just here to talk,”

“So talk,” Pope said. He was sitting next to June behind the rest of them.

Topper cleared his throat, “June? Can we-” He nodded toward the trees where JJ had just come from. Everyone’s eyes shoot to June who furrows her eyebrows before nodding her head and beginning to get up. Pope stands up with her.

“Look, I just want to have a conversation,” Topper states. 

“It’s fine,” June says, starting to walk off. She 

John B calls out, “You sure?” 

June just nods her head. 

“You better not fucking touch her dude or I swear to-” 

Kie grabs his arm, “JJ,” she urges. June turns her head and gives him a look before walking off with Topper.

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[dreamypeaches]

☀️: Carmela Bradford- fluff

she wasn’t dreaming. that’s the first though carmela had when she woke up smushed between the two men who held her heart in their hands. topper had his arm thrown over her chest, her face pressed into his chest while his chin rested on her head. rafe was pressed up behind her, hand resting on her hip, somehow still pulling her against him in his sleep. 

carmela can’t help but let the calm wash over her, caged between the two warm bodies, body still sore from the events of the previous night. she felt rafe shift behind her, and she turned to meet his eyes as they opened slightly. he sleepy smile makes her heart melt. 

“morning, baby,” he says, voice raspy from sleep. 

“good morning,” she replies, turning fully in topper’s arms to press a kiss to his lips. the hand on her hip pulls her leg to wrap around his waist as he deepens the kiss. rafe’s tongue had just begun to delve into her mouth when she is suddenly yanked back by the arm around her chest. 

“don’t hog her, man,” topper mumbles as he starts to press lazy kisses to her neck that make her shiver. 

“hey, sharing is caring, top,” rafe says with a chuckle, shifting closer to carmela to resume his previous actions. carmela sighs into the touch of both boys on her body. yeah, she could get used to this. 

oc night