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vampmorgue · 11 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐧

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

📖 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 18+, she/her pronouns, pogue! reader, routeledge! reader, jj is readers ex boyfriend, some backstory, some fluff but lots of angst, dark themes, toxic relationship, trauma bond, love bombing, language, dark!rafe and him being toxic, mentions of drug use, addiction, abusive behavior, choking, smoking, weapon: gun use, violence, blood, fighting, and jj being protective of reader.

📑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.1k

🦇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: if you or someone you know are in a similar situation, please don’t hesitate and ask for help. my dm’s are open if anyone needs to talk. ♡︎

©𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩/𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

You definitely had a type. JJ was your ex-boyfriend, and he was impulsive and would get into trouble but stayed caring, protective, and loving at the end of the day. He made you the happiest when he could. You two dated for a year after knowing each other for years growing up but broke it off due to the right person, wrong timing type of thing. You wanted JJ to focus on himself as he was losing himself for a while, and you were growing distant from each other but remained friends.

As your older brother, John B. got more involved with Sarah Cameron and brought her into the group, you soon heard about her older brother, Rafe, and the stories about him, and trouble always seemed to attract you.

From the day you saw Rafe Cameron, you were intrigued by his presence, but not as much as he was with yours.

You were a Pogue, something Rafe hated, but whenever Sarah brought you over, he didn't mind it as much, almost like it never mattered in the first place. You would notice the way Rafe would be eyeing you up and down, but not notice that he would be finding excuses to talk to Sarah just to see you in the same room, and then later at night, his mind would be going crazy over you.

When you first revealed your interest in Rafe to Kie, she scolded you like you had done something bad and told Sarah; Sarah didn’t mind it but did warn you that her older brother was not the best guy to be going after. When JJ found out about it, he was shocked and unhappy that you found interest in a Kook and was more unhappy you chose Rafe Cameron out of all people. JJ made it clear to you that he moved on from the break up to not come across as jealous or anything else and said you could do better than Rafe Cameron, along with everyone else agreeing.

"Look, I just think you should keep your options open, that's all." JJ comments, hoping your brother could at least convince you as well.

With your dad being gone, John B had stepped in to protect you as your older brother, and he hated the idea of you liking Rafe.

“Don’t you dare go to that Kook party where he is!” John B chases you out the front porch as you giggle, “Sarah! Back me up on this!”

“I’ve tried, John B!” Sarah scared to intervene, "The least we could do is watch over her at the party plus, we can have a little fun?"

"Fine," John B sighs at the idea, running his hands across his face.

You weren’t someone who liked listening to others about what they had to say, especially in your life. So as a result of that, during the party at Tannyhill, after a couple of shots, you went after Rafe, which caught him by surprise, but he liked it anyway.

“Y'know, I had my eye on you for a while,” Rafe smirks, drinking from his solo cup.

John B. saw the whole thing, which angered him, but at that point gave up. “I feel like I’m raising a rebellious teenager,"

“I think you’d be considered one as well, from the things you get involved in.” Sarah jokes.

From that day forward, Rafe had you wrapped around his finger. The more you started getting involved with him, the more your friends weren't liking it and made it known.

“Oh, god, you want to be like your brother and date a Kook now?” Pope asks, with JJ and Kie waiting for your response. "I mean, seriously, what is it with you Routledges' and Kooks these days.”

“You guys like Sarah now,” you mention, “so maybe you’ll like Rafe too.”

“Ha!” JJ scoffs, shaking his head.

“I doubt that Y/N but you do you.” Kie shrugs.

“Yeah, I will,

And you kept your word, but little did they know, Rafe had also persuaded you so you could be together.

"Listen, you and I were meant to cross paths," Rafe tells you in an optimistic tone, "so let them talk,"

Three months into your relationship with Rafe, he was the sweetest boyfriend, at first. From the dates to spoiling you, him making you feel like his whole world, and making it clear to everyone that you were his. The Pogues accepted your happiness but didn’t accept Rafe; they couldn't do it when they saw how he would treat other people. He was the complete opposite of his sister, Sarah.

Now six months into the relationship, you were aware of his addiction and had mentioned your concern about it to him before, but you didn’t want to be that kind of controlling girlfriend or anything. You also didn’t want to let your friends and brother know about it because you knew they would try to get you out of the relationship with him but you didn’t want that because you cared about Rafe. You let Rafe live his life and for a while, he got better after realizing how much he was scaring you, and the sight of coke making you uncomfortable. He would smoke weed instead, which you were completely fine with since you did the same.

But then Rafe would relapse as coke was more of his thing.

Your boyfriend soon revealed another side of himself on nights when you were with him, a darkening aura surrounding him as his eyes grew more hostile. You knew he was high by the size of his pupils, and how he was getting stressed out about the things going on in his life, especially with the pressure his father was putting on him. There would be times when he took out his anger on you by shouting at you or just snapping out of nowhere by throwing things around or punching walls. Every second of those bad nights was like torture so being with him started to drain you physically and mentally as time went on, you were now in his control of what you could wear, say, or do in front of him. Every morning, you’d wake up to an anxious feeling in your stomach because of Rafe, which could’ve been your sign to leave him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. It was moments like this, that made you rethink your life decisions if you had never broken up with JJ, would you be in this position? Were you longing for JJ or the right treatment that you weren't getting from Rafe? Unfortunately, you grew too attached to Rafe just like he was to you. You felt dependent on him, and you grew a fear of not being able to do anything without him or his approval but maybe one day the bond would break, right?

Every time you and Rafe argued, no one was around because Rafe wanted your relationship to look perfect to others, though it was the complete opposite, he always told you to put on a happy face.

You barely saw your friends anymore because of him not trusting them but Rafe barely trusted anyone, especially Pogues.

The Pogues were missing your company, so whenever your brother mentioned them coming over, you’d ask him if he could drive you over to Rafe’s or you would text Rafe to come get you because that’s how much afraid you were of your boyfriend; you were scared of him finding out somehow that you were in the presence of your ex JJ, though you weren’t doing anything wrong or planned on it. Whenever they’d ask about you, John B’s answer was always "Rafe", so they stopped asking but JJ thought that it was weird how the only time you were home was when everyone, except your brother, was gone, and if they slept over then you’d spend the night with Rafe— which he never said no to.

Even though your friends didn’t know the full story yet, they knew something was wrong when you were Rafe’s date to midsummers— you were the youngest in the group, so they all felt protective towards you, especially JJ. Though you looked beautiful, you didn’t look happy to be there, especially next to Rafe. They had tried to talk to you, but Rafe had his arm wrapped around your waist the whole night basically and kept giving death glares to your Pogue friends. When you made eye contact with JJ, he could tell in your eyes you had this sense of hope; he didn't know what it was but he tried to approach you because he knew in his gut something wasn’t right and said if Rafe started something then he'd finish it, but Kie convinced him to not cause a scene, and JJ was mad at John B for not looking out enough for you, his little sister.

“JJ! I’m not gonna go to fucking jail if something happened because if I did, then who's going to be looking after her, huh?!” John B argues.

“I would!” JJ responds.

“Man, why’d you guys even break up in the first place?!” your brother emphasizes, “I preferred her with you! Shit, I wouldn’t even have to be in this position!”

JJ stayed silent wondering the same thing as he hated remembering the fact that he lost you. As much as JJ didn't want to admit to himself, he still had feelings for you, and seeing you with Rafe was only making it worse.

John B just didn’t want trouble, especially at a Kooks' party knowing their power but he also didn't want you to be mad at him or give the silent treatment if a fight broke out; he also didn't want to risk losing you completely away from home more than you already were. Sarah tried to see if something was up, and you were always reassuring her that everything was fine, but it was all a lie, “See, Sarah, she’s fine.” Rafe would go on to say but that was before he took you into a room just to yell at you for causing attention like it was your fault, though it wasn't.

The day after midsummers, John B had finally confronted you about being so distant ever since you got with Rafe.

"You just don't hang out with us anymore or never make the time for it!" your brother emphasizes.

"I'm sorry! I just..." you hesitate, "really love him and love being around him. He makes me happy...ever since Dad's been gone-"

"Don't you dare bring Dad into this!" John B. hollers.

"Well, who else is going to love me now?!" you cry out, storming out of the house to see Rafe.

John B's eyes filled with loss as he was watching you slowly lose yourself.

Now tonight, Rafe had called you sounding like he wasn't in a good mood, he wanted to take you out after yelling at you the day before, so you accepted it, hoping he was changing for the better. He told you he needed to make a quick stop on the way, and that stop was to meet with Barry. You were annoyed with him and felt betrayed in a way when he fully knew you never wanted to be around his drug deals let alone being around Barry since he made you uncomfortable. Rafe didn’t listen and expected you to brush it off, but you didn’t.

“Rafe, you know I’m not comfortable with you being fucking coked out around me, or you buying from Barry in front of me," you tell him.

“Can you stop fucking nagging for once?” Rafe sighs, driving away from Barry’s.

“You know what? Just me drop off here,” you point to the side of the road, “I’m growing so tired of you.”

“Oh, you’re growing tired of me?” he scoffs, slamming hard on the breaks, “How do you think I feel with you haunting my every move?!”

“Me? You’re fucking unbelievable! You’re the one who controls every fucking thing I do! I barely see my friends because of you!” you snap, getting out of the car but Rafe quickly comes out to your side and forcefully puts his hand around your throat.

“That’s the last time you’ll ever raise your voice at me again.” he sternly states, “Now get in the fucking car.”

Rafe lets go as you gasp for air and start coughing. You get in the car knowing you couldn’t be walking alone in the dark not even knowing your way around, especially around Barry’s area. You were frozen and silent almost the entire car ride, trying to process what happened. You thought maybe if you jumped out of the car, you could run away and scream, you needed to get away, so you took your chances.

“No!” Rafe grabs your wrist while nearly swerving into an oncoming car, “Are you fucking insane?!”

He puts on the child lock before driving back to Tannyhill as if nothing happened. You felt helpless as you slowly walked behind him with his tall figure that now seemed like a monster in front of you as he led the way to his room.

“Y/N…you know that I love you, right?" Rafe asks calmly, closing the door but you stay silent.

“Come on, baby,” he says, pulling you into a hug, “I’m just trying to protect you.”

“Protect me? … Protect me from what?!” you spat, pushing him off of you, “You’re not doing that, all you’re doing is hurting me!”

“After everything I’ve done and given you so you wouldn’t live that Pogue lifestyle anymore, you dare to act like this? Tsk, tsk.” he shakes his head as it gets silent again.

“You really wanna know why I don’t let you see your Pogue friends?” Rafe chuckles in an unsettling tone, breaking the silence, “Because I know you used to date that blond Pogue…so how can I trust you around him, hm?”

You don’t say anything, instead, you stare down at the floor not wanting to look him in the eyes.

“That’s what I thought,” he nods seeming proud.

“It’s not something new,” you look up at him, “You fully knew that before you and I even got together, and you’re acting like I’m not a Pogue myself…but if you ever lay on hand on me again–”

Rafe gets in your face, “Or what?”

You push him out of your way to the bathroom. You’re on the verge of tears when you look in the mirror and see the bruises on your neck, he caused from choking you. You didn’t know what to do, whether to scream your lungs out due to your frustration or see if Sarah was home but you didn’t want to cause a scene; fear is what you felt.

Now you were at your breaking point and needed to leave, needed to leave him. You saw Rafe doing lines and he looks up at you, “If you don’t wanna see this then go hang out with Sarah or something, I don’t fucking know.”

“You’re right, I don’t wanna see this or you, I’m done.” you reply, leaving his room, “I’m done with you.”

“The fuck is what supposed to mean?” Rafe follows you downstairs.

“It means this fucking relationship is over, we’re over!” you shout in frustration.

As you made it outside, you heard Rafe scream and break something that he threw. At this point, you didn’t care you were walking outside alone, you knew your way around from Rafe’s home, and you just needed to get home away from him, hoping he wouldn’t follow.

You were glad to make it home and see the sight of your brother and Sarah asleep in the living room with a movie playing on the TV. You made your way to your room and cried yourself to sleep.

It was like a parallel between you and Sarah. You were a Pogue dating a Kook and Sarah was a Kook dating a Pogue, except now she was a Pogue. One relationship was toxic and the other healthy. Sarah is happier with John B than she was with Topper just like you were happier with JJ than you were with Rafe.

How could Rafe do that to you? Especially to someone he said he always loved but that wasn’t love. You knew that you had no love for him left in you, instead, it was hate.

꥟

The next day, you woke up to your neck feeling sore and you remembered why as you felt sick to your stomach.

Now how were you going to hide the bruises? Makeup could help but not in the hot weather. You decided to take a shower and think in there.

A hoodie. Yes, it was hot out, but you weren’t about to throw on a turtleneck so you thought pairing the hoodie with some shorts would make it look less odd, and it would be cooler by the time the sun sets. You had to tighten the strings of the hood so it would cover your neck better, and that was the best you could do.

“What time did you get home?” John B asks, making you jump, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

You shrug, “Not too late, you were asleep when I came back.”

“I see…” he replies, “Listen, I’m sorry about last night–”

you interrupt him, “No, I’m sorry, I should’ve never stormed off like that or brought up Dad that way.”

“No, it’s okay,” he shakes his head, “I know you miss him too but we’ll be okay just like we always have.”

Some time passed, the sun was setting, and you saw Sarah out on the front porch.

“Hey, are you okay? I heard you and Rafe broke up,” Sarah asks with concern in her voice.

“Oh, you did?” John B joins in, “Finally!”

Sarah glares at him, telepathically telling him to shut up.

“Yeah, we did…” you confirm, “How’d you find that out that?”

“Well, I came home last night and saw a shattered flower vase on the floor and a hole in the wall, so I was like, what made Rafe mad this time?” she slightly chuckles.

“I guess he didn’t take it well, huh?” you assume with a small laugh.

“As far as I could tell," Sarah sighs, "I wouldn’t recommend going anywhere he might be.”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Miss. I’m too good for you Pogues.” Pope appears.

“You know that’s not true, Pope.” you chuckle.

“I know, I’m just teasing,” he replies.

“Y/N!" Kie comes running to you, “Where have you been, you bitch!”

“Well, damn, it’s nice to see you too.” you joke as she squeezes you in her arms.

“I’m never letting you date another Kook again.” she declares and you agree to it.

You feel overwhelmed with emotions with all that’s going on, but it feels good to see everyone and then remember one was missing.

“Hey, where’s JJ?” you ask everyone.

John B points over to the water where you see JJ sitting by smoking a joint, so you decide to go talk to him.

“Hey, Jay,”

“Oh, hey,” he looks up at you and smiles, “you want a hit of this?

“Sure,” you reply, taking the joint.

“So,” JJ begins, “How come you were barely around?”

“If I’m being honest…” you hesitate, “Rafe is a…control freak in the worst way possible.”

JJ chuckles, “He looks like it,”

“I know, I should’ve noticed earlier.” you mention, "I'm sorry though, I never meant to hurt you and everyone else."

“No, you’re all good, you made it out though.” he gives you a comforting smile.

“Yeah, I’m glad that nightmare is over.” you sigh in relief.

“Why are you wearing a hoodie?” he asks out of curiosity, “I’m only asking because that’s rare for you on a day like this.”

“Why are you?” you ask back, pointing out the one he’s wearing.

He laughs, “Alright, you got me there.”

“It’s a nice hoodie though.” you compliment him, hoping he'd let you borrow it one day and he would.

“Thanks, you should wear it sometime.” he teases, “Too soon?

“You’re funny, JJ...but I wouldn't be opposed to it." you turn the other way, hiding the redness on your face.

"I'll keep that in mind then," JJ smirks, taking another hit of his joint.

You and JJ just always had that spark that would always come back, and you both loved that.

JJ knits his eyebrows, “What’s that on your neck?”

Your heart drops to your stomach when you remember. He saw the bruises since you turned your head, and you didn’t want to lie and say it was hickeys but you also knew you couldn’t use the good old burned yourself with a curling iron excuse.

“Oh,” you nervously laugh, “that’s from wrestling with my brother the other day.”

“Really?” he doesn’t buy it, “John B barely even hugs you.”

He must’ve paid good attention or had a good memory of your life because he was right.

“Damn, you didn’t have to call me out like that,” you respond, joking since it’s a way of coping.

“Well, I’m just saying and I don’t think he would hurt you like that.” he adds, “C’mon you can tell me.”

“Rafe…”

“What do you mean?”

“…we were arguing, and he didn’t like that I raised my voice at him but I was only defending myself until I couldn’t,” you answer.

JJ felt his blood pressure rise so high, but he stayed calm to comfort you as he pulled you into his arms and tossed the joint away. You remembered the times he held you in his arms when you were sad about something so that’s exactly what he was doing.

"Does John B know?' he asks.

"No,"

“Listen, it’s not your fault, none of it is.” he reassures, “Rafe has his issues to work with but that doesn’t mean he had the right to treat you like that. You don’t deserve that; you deserve way better than that and more.”

“Thank you, JJ,” you say, still in his arms. “I appreciate that, I needed it.”

“Of course,” he affirms, “I’m also sorry. I wish I tried harder to get you out of that, I knew something was up— we all did but everyone was just stuck on what to do without any proof, you know?”

“No, I don’t want you or anyone else blaming yourself.” you reassure, “I still have you all at the end of the day, and that’s the most important to me.”

“Yeah, me too.” he mentions, "We're going to have to tell your brother as well."

"Hm, I don't like the sound of that." you say, "But I know I have to."

"I know," JJ adds, "but I'll be by your side if that makes you more comfortable?"

"I'd like that!" you exclaim, and he smiles.

You two hear the sounds of a dirt bike.

“Did one of them take your bike out for a joyride or something?” you joke.

“I didn’t bring it today…Kie drove Pope and I out here.” JJ says with a confused expression.

Your heart drops once again, remembering who else you knew who owned a dirt bike.

“Fuck, this cannot be happening,” you mutter to yourself as you both got up.

“It’s okay, just stay behind me,” JJ tells you.

You both watch Rafe make his way to your brother and the others.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sarah calls out to him.

“Taking back what’s mine,” Rafe responds before looking around, “tell me where she is, and nothing happens.”

“Dude, get the fuck out of here.” John B warns him as he gets closer, “I don’t need any more of your bullshit right now.”

“Seriously, you’re crazy,” Sarah tells Rafe, “Just go back home.”

“Or what?” Rafe lets out a small laugh.

You were holding onto JJ’s arm, and you could tell JJ was getting angry just by Rafe's presence but unluckily, Rafe spotted you and JJ.

“Well, would you look at that!” Rafe calls out, “You see, Y/N? I knew you’d go back to that Pogue! You’re just a fucking slut!”

“Alright, fuck it,” JJ pulls out his gun from the pocket of his hoodie and points it at Rafe.

“JJ!” everyone but Rafe shouts.

Rafe had pulled his gun out as well and John B yelled at you to get down, so you did.

“You really wanna do this, man?” Rafe questions JJ.

JJ shrugs, “If it keeps you dead then yeah.”

“Not unless you’re the dead one first,” Rafe states, slowly moving his finger to the trigger.

You began shaking while John B motioned for you and JJ to stay quiet as he slowly made his way to Rafe and pushed him down to the ground. Shots were fired at the sky before Sarah grabbed Rafe’s gun and threw it into the water.

JJ made sure you weren’t shot or anything before he went to help your brother as Rafe was strangling him, and JJ pulled Rafe off of John B and took matters into his own hands. JJ threw punches at Rafe, but he fought back then JJ pressed his fingers into Rafe's eyes before he started to punch him again to the point of blood running down Rafe's face then JJ began strangling him back to feel what you felt the night he choked you.

John B and Pope pulled JJ off of Rafe this time while Sarah and Kie told you to go hide inside the house.

Your brother told JJ to take you somewhere far from there while they would handle Rafe, and JJ didn't hesitate and kicked Rafe in the stomach before doing so. Kie would’ve let him take the car, but it was her dad’s truck, and she wasn’t going to risk getting in trouble so he thought of taking Rafe’s bike as it added a little more taste of revenge.

After a couple of minutes, the commotion started calming down. You hated every second of it, you hated people yelling at each other, and you hated any type of fighting. You were feeling numb, all of it was happening too fast.

JJ came in, "We gotta go right now."

“Run!" you heard Kie shout as you both saw Rafe making his way towards you and JJ, who quickly grabbed your hand as you both ran towards the dirt bike.

You don't remember the last time you rode with JJ but this time, the wind hitting your face felt so freeing. An aura of colors felt like they were going inside your body as JJ sped up to where he was taking you. You took notice of the state his knuckles were in, all bloody.

Within fifteen minutes, you both arrived near a small hidden shed near the woods. It intimated you to go in the woods with how dark it was, but JJ reassured you it was fine.

“How’d you find this place?” you ask him.

“Well,” he begins, “when I wanted to get away from my dad, I would hide here if I had nowhere else to go."

You nodded at his response, not knowing what to say as if you two didn’t go through chaos moments ago.

“This is also where John B and I first smoked weed together.” JJ laughs at the memory.

"I'm assuming this is where he would sneak off to then," you mention.

"For sure," JJ replies.

"I'm honestly worried right now for my brother and the others," you admit, "anything could have happened over there."

"The worst that could've happened is someone getting shot, but they got rid of it."

"That someone could've been you!" you cry out, "Rafe was pointing it at you."

JJ looks away for a second, rethinking the whole occurrence.

"I was just trying to protect you..." he responds, "I couldn't risk losing you again if he had taken you or not,"

From that moment, you realized that the right one was always JJ. You both just needed the time to figure out the things in yourselves and what your heart truly desired and JJ had already done that; his heart desired you.

"And you did it, Jay," you reassure, feeling like your heart was screaming at you to spill out your true feelings, "just like you always have, it's you who I can always count on, and you've proven that."

JJ stares into your eyes, "What are you trying to say?"

"It's you who makes me feel safe and cared about, no matter what situation we're both in, you don't give up, and you're always there...it's you who I want."

JJ grabs your face, kissing you like he had been waiting to do that. You both missed this. His affection towards you always made you feel special, and you're the only person he's still ever wanted.

He pulls away, "You didn't have to tell me twice...I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," you smile, holding his hands that were still grabbing your face.

"So!" John B calls out with Sarah next to him who gives you a teasing smile, startling you, "It's a good thing I checked here first and yes, everything's taken care of."

"That's great man," JJ comments, acting like John B didn't catch you two in the middle of something.

John B pulls you into a hug when he sees your bruises and apologizes for what you went through. "From now on, promise me I'll be one of your first options to come if there's trouble."

"I promise,"

"I also just wanted to let you know, don't worry about him," Sarah refers to Rafe, "I got it taken care of and he's got other things to worry about so you're going to be okay."

Sarah had taken advantage of being her father's favorite so she just called him and took her side when she told him about Rafe's actions.

"Thank you, Sarah." you smile.

"So, you guys want to get out of here and do some illegal shit or?" John B asks, lightening the mood, "Pope and Kie are waiting in the Twinkie."

"Let's go!" JJ exclaims, "Lead the way, John B."

While everyone else gets in the Twinkie, you and JJ still go on the dirt bike with him now being the proud owner of two dirt bikes.

"Hey, listen," JJ looks back at you, "I know you just went through a lot, so I just wanted to let you know that there's no rush in anything between us, I'll always be by your side every step of the way and I'll be here when you're ready."

You smile and kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you, JJ, I'm glad to have you in my life."

JJ smiles and speeds off as you're hugging his waist, holding on tight but JJ was loving every second of it, happy to have you back in his life as well.

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seanchaidh7 · 1 year

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The team looking hot 🔥

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infictionalwonderland · 1 year

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pairing: john b x fem!reader

warnings: drugs & alcohol, it’s so fluffy i wanna die, crude language 😯😯😯, PDA, swearing, talks of marriage and money!

Your best friend was high out of his mind.

Gone. Zooted. Wiped-out. Whatever. He was all of that and more. And the culprit here was a certain JJ Maybank—the blonde had shown up at your front door, your red-eyed giggly best friend in tow and simply left him with you, laughing manically as he scampered away and John B eagerly latched onto you.

Bastard.

He’d destroyed your night of serenity—or the night you were planning on having, a piping mug of tea ready alongside your chosen book of the night—already in your cozy silk pj set, candles alight in your room and bringing you into a sense of comfort and relaxation.

Well—if would have if your best friend wasn’t trying to set fire to his hair on them, to see what burnt hair smelt like.

“Smells nice.” John B smiled dopily up at you as you urgently tugged him away from your burning candles—as you turned your head to look down at him, you only caught a brief look at the vibrant twinkle of mischief in his honeyed eyes before he was leaning forward into the crook of your neck and inhaling dramatically, “not as nice as you though. Never as nice as you.”

“Oh dear.” You blinked.

Yep, he was absolutely sloshed.

“Whaaaat?” John whined out at your startled tone—he pulled away from smelling you with a soft pout that looked unfairly adorable: he didn’t move far, keeping the distance between you two to a minimum as he gazed at your face longingly, almost.

“What, what?”

He seemed to not hear you or he just outright ignored you completely—now frowning down at the button up Hawaiian shirt that he currently adorned, “it’s itchy.”

You blankly gazed at him as he pouted harder and drew his hands to the material of his shirt, continuously pulling it away from his skin only for it to fall back the next second and making him pull it away again.

“For the love of all things holy.” You sighed, gazing up into the sky as though looking for a higher power for guidance—you grasped both of this large, warm hands within your own soft ones and he seemed to gasp a little at the contact which you ignored.

You pushed him softly onto the bed and then squatted down before him slightly, gentle fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt and unintentionally brushing over the muscled, bare skin of his chest.

When you help him ease it off his broad shoulders, you looked up, only to find your best friend staring down at you like you were some angel—eyes hazy and lips twitching into the softest smile you’d ever seen.

“You’re really pretty.” He mumbled gently, the sugary words and his timid tone flowing like a soothing, cool breeze across your ears—his eyes drilling into your own. “I—I always thought so but I never said it, because I just thought you wouldn’t think I was pretty! Like—like, beauty and the beast—you’re the beautiful-est beauty and I’m the beast-y beast.”

An abashed flush touched at your skin, heart stuttering, but before you could speak, he was at it again.

“I personally think you’re um—like, the prettiest person that I’ve ever seen. You’re—you’re like this beautiful princess and ball of sunshine all in one and like the sun—being around you just lights me up, I think that makes sense? You’re like the perfect person in my book! But… don’t tell JJ I said this, he won’t let me live it down. Actually—no, tell him I’m a proud fan of yours.”

Your best friend continued rambling on, not seeming to acknowledge the weight of his words.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

He stared down at you suddenly, hazel eyes round and slightly red rimmed with a flustered shade of crimson dusting over his tanned skin, corners of his lips tipping into a shy smirk.

“I think you’re very pretty.” You confirmed softly, a hand gliding up his knee gently as you still remained crouched before him, you have a soft squeeze to his lower thigh before standing and his eyes stayed on you the whole time—looking at you like you made every worry in the world go away.

“Really?” He gasped in disbelief, eyes wide in awe.

“Yeah.” You giggled—eyes crinkling affectionately in the corners as you stared at him with a sweet smile.

“Good, good, my future wife has to think I’m pretty. First rule to marriage.” John B nodded enthusiastically—your face slacking shock, lips slightly pouted in wonder. He didn’t seem to notice as he continued to grin and suddenly he reached forwards, arms lovingly entangling around your waist before laying down on his back and tugging you atop him.

You let out a soft, startled squeal and his glazed eyes glittered at the sound—hands respectfully rested on your hips as you put your arms either side his head and used them to balance and not be fully on him.

“No, stop—“ He whined in disappointment, reaching to either side of him and softly removing your hands from the bed, intertwining both your hands with his own and making it so all your body weight was on him. “Better.” John B grinned dopily, looking exceedingly lovesick.

“You’re so intoxicated.”

“You’re so pretty. And perfect, and kind and beautiful and sexy and funny and cool and cute—and you’re gonna be my future wife.”

“I—“

“What flowers do you want.. at the wedding?” John hummed, thumb rubbing against the back of your head in contentment. “Oh! I’ll buy you your dress too—when I get the money—because, only the best for my pretty little wife. Only the best.” He rambled.

“Tulips could be cute.” You finally admitted, soft toned as you traced gentle patterns against his bare, muscled chest that you lay slumped across.

“I’ll get you all the tulips in the world.” He vowed immediately—“I’ll get you all the tulips for everywhere! From—from Mars too, they might be a little burnt but it’s okay, we won’t judge them on their appearance.”

“From Mars? Are you gonna be an astronaut?” You gasped dramatically. “First Pogue on the moon.”

“Do you want me to be?” John B innocently inquired, twirling strands of your hair around his fingers.

“I want you to be what you want to be.”

“I… I’m too pissed to understand whatever you just said but your voice is always really—really nice to hear, so thank you.”

“.. thank you for my voice?”

“Yep.” He giggled childishly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “It’s a very, very nice voice.”

“Thank you.” You hummed back in amusement, leaning your head against his tone chest and looking up at him—hands still entangled with his one and he stared back, eyes glowing with affection in the dim lighting on your room and smiling at you with an expression you’d never seen on his face.

“Night, night future wife.” John B softly mumbled, squeezing your face together briefly on an impulse before thumping his head against your soft mattress and closing his eyes.

“Night, night honey.”

“I’ll get you those tulips.” He promised, voice slurring with sleep and intoxication. “I’ll—I’ll get you a dress, too, and a pretty ring. Whatever you want.”

As he dozed off, you could only stare at his sleeping face, still wrapped against his chest—your heart fluttered involuntarily within your chest but what the fuck. You were fucked (hopefully).

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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Dating John B Routledge would include;

He calls you sweetheart.

It would start as a joke, but somehow it would stick until the nickname is just a natural part of your conversations.

In a way it showed how much he cared.

Of course, he uses generic relationship nicknames as well.

"Babe" and "Baby"

He loves having his arms around you and he almost always does.

His arms, if they are free of holding other things are always holding you.

It's crazy how he just appears, hugging you from behind when you least expect it, or slinging an arm over your shoulder, and hugging you to his side.

John B is a forehead kiss kind of guy.

Your forehead is within reach? He presses a kiss to it instantly.

He's the type of guy to trace little shapes and patterns on your bare skin with his fingers.

He'll do it absentmindedly all the time.

"You okay?"

John B can spot when you're feeling down from a mile away for sure.

It's like his superpower, and sometimes he knows even before you do.

he's already ready with a hug when that happens.

He can be persistent, especially when you won't tell him what's wrong.

And it can get annoying, but you know he does it just because he cares.

He's patient with you too.

You don't want to do something right now? that's okay, he'll wait till you're ready.

He's also patient when teaching you things.

Imagine John B trying to teach you to drive, but you keep stalling the twinkie.

"It's okay, just give it another go. You got this."

You would get to wear his sweatshirts whenever it's cold.

You don't even have to steal them, John B just hands them over to you like they were yours in the first place.

If John B doesn't have a sweatshirt on him that he can give you when he knows you're cold, you best believe his getting up and walking into the chateau. He brings one out for you without you even having to ask or suggest it.

You'd get to wear his shirts a lot too.

If John B's going for a swim, or he's gonna jump off the boat and do some stupid shit, he's turning to you as he removes his shirt.

"Can you hold this for me, baby?" and then he's putting the shirt on you like you're a human clothing rack when you say yes.

He's definitely the one that taught you how to drive a boat.

If you're not staying at the chateau when John B is struggling to sleep, he no doubt comes to your house and taps your window until you let him into your room.

John B is a 'hold your hand over the center console while he drives' boyfriend.

He has high jealousy for sure.

Some guy is talking to you that he doesn't trust? He's glaring daggers at that dude in seconds.

John B is the type of guy to forget date night.

But he hates it when you're mad at him and he always makes up for it the next day with cuddles and kisses and apologies even if it takes a while for him to be forgiven.

"I'm going to the store, you want anything?"

John B is most definitely the type of guy to go and get you tampons and pads if you need them.

He's not embarrassed by it either, but he has to call you when he gets to the aisle, so he knows which ones to get because there are a lot.

Grocery shopping with John B would be chaos.

He's like a child, putting everything he likes into the cart without thinking.

"We can't afford that John B."

"But it looks delicious."

"But we can't afford it."

"If we put back the toilet paper we can."

He's also always going to try to make you laugh when you're down.

If you're crying, he's definitely the 'puts both hands on your face and kisses you all over' type of boyfriend.

"Come on, where's that smile I love?"

Fights with John B are dramatic.

You can never be sure who will apologize first, but the silent treatment always works on John B.

If you're not talking to him, he's giving in and saying sorry within the hour.

Late-night talks while in bed or sharing one of the hammocks are always a thing.

"You know I love you right?"

He tries to cook for you, but John B has a habit of burning food.

He practices though and gets good enough at it that one date night, he actually makes you a home-cooked meal.

John B loves telling you stories.

He loves to tell you stories about things he and his dad did as a kid late at night when you're about to fall asleep.

He's the big spoon, and he'll be whispering the story in your ear as you drift off for sure.

AN: Please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these!! I will do it happily <3

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strstab · 1 year

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; it’s your birthday so jj + the pogues have a surprise for you. you even get an extra present from your boyfriend 🍰

pairing ; jj maybank x birthday!reader

notes ; surprise, kissing, sexual leads, slight drinking, gift giving jj, fluff, light smut? not really… idk

a/n ; finally 19!! had a shitty day so had to make it up to myself by writing this. good day to my pisces 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

even on your special day, you couldn’t run from your hours at work. you clocked in around 5 hours ago at 8:00 and all you wanted to do was go home and enjoy your birthday with your family.

you were running around cleaning tables as there were only 20 minutes left to your shift. you pulled out your phone as it buzzed and swiped to unlock it.

j 💘: omw in 10 bby

you smiled and hearted the message before sliding your phone into your back pocket. jj always picked you up from work but you were even more excited to see what he got you as a present. last year he came into your house at 7 am with the biggest teddy bear you had ever seen.

fun fact; that same teddy bear you begged him for at the fair a couples months prior. how’d he get it? no idea. but all that mattered was that he remembered and cared enough to get it for you.

“okay, she’s out in 20 and i have to be there in 10. kie, you got the cake?” jj scrambled around the room making sure everything was perfect for you.

pink and white balloons covered the ceilings of the chateau, a big heart shaped cake was placed on the kitchen counter by kie, pope and sarah were finishing the food while cleo and jb finished setting the presents on the coffee table.

“yeah. cakes decorated,“ kie said with a salute.

“same with the food,” pope pushed the home made pizza towards the table.

jj nodded and smiled widely. you were so going to love this. did you have any idea that it was happening? nope!

originally you guys planned for a pogue day at the beach. casual surfing and drinking alcohol infected slushees like you usually did. why ‘surf’ the marsh when there were perfect blue waves to surf with your family?

jj saluted back and picked his keys out of his pocket. he glanced at the small box of jewelry that cleo held.

he walked out the door and made way to his motorcycle, starting the ignition and driving off to your job.

you stretched and waved goodbye to your co-workers, finally you got to enjoy your day. you clocked out and walked out of the main entrance, glancing around for a certain blond on a motorcycle that’s almost killed him about 4 times and counting.

right when you were about to turn around you heard a loud roar.

“there you are pretty girl!” you spun around and saw a motorcycle approach you slowly. on the bike was your beautiful boyfriend waving at you with a smile on his face.

he parked his bike and kicked the stand, he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up looking into your eyes with pure joy.

“happy birthday, princess,” he kissed your lips softly. you mumbled a ‘thanks’ and cupped his cheeks while he rubbed his thumb on the side of your thigh that he held you from.

he placed you down when he finished with your kisses and stared at you with heart eyes. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. you really needed one.

he quickly kissed your cheek and pulled away, “you ready to go? the beach is waiting for its favorite surfer,”

you tied your hair back and sat on the back of his motorcycle as he started it up. “i thought you were it’s favorite surfer?”

“i am. but i had to let my baby have the spotlight for the day,”

you rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist. “how nice of you,”

as you pulled up to the beach, you realized it was quite empty and your friends were no where to be found. you hopped off the red painted bike and started looking for familiar faces, yet there seemed to be none.

you turned back to your boyfriend and his lips were pressed in a thin line. “j, where is everyone..?”

he shrugged and pulled out his phone, fighting back a sly grin.

you felt your heart drop and frowned slightly. did they forget? no, they couldn’t have.. you’ve been talking about your birthday since last month!

you gave yourself hope by looking around again and seeing a curly haired girl with a surf board in her hands with a blonde next to her but it seemed to be some random kooks.

you trudged back to jj and peeked over at his phone. he was texting but you couldn’t make out what he was typing. he glanced at you and slid his phone into his pocket. “damn. ‘m sorry baby, do you just wanna head back to the cheteau?”

you nodded and walked slowly to the motorcycle. jj felt bad for giving you false hope but he truly believed he’d be able to make it up to you with what was set up back at your second home.

as you pulled up to the wooden house, you spotted the twinkie and a confused look crossed your face. john b must’ve walked to where he was if the iconic van was still here.

jj took your hand and dragged you to the front door. he tripped on the steps of the porch and yelled a loud curse word. “shit, are you okay, j?!”

you bent down and took his hand to pull him up. he rubbed his elbow and nodded. you kissed your finger and placed it on his elbow, a thing you guys did between each other.

he opened the door for you and you walked in. right before your eyes were your friends with party blowers and confetti poppers.

“SURPRISE!!” they yelled in union. you gasped, truly in surprise. tears of joy sprang to the corners of your eyes as you placed your hand on your mouth. jj wrapped his arm around your shoulder and grinned proudly.

pope walked up to you with a bouquet in his hands. you grabbed them and brought them to your nose, inhaling the beautiful scent of the fresh flowers. you noticed note that was on top of one of the roses and plucked it out.

‘happy birthday to my study buddy and forever + 1 ’

- pope

you smiled and hugged him tightly. after receiving your gifts from everyone else, (minus jj) you munched on the food that was prepared before hand and drank pink martinis from the pretty wine glasses that sarah brought over.

you laid on jj’s lap as you finished your last slice of pizza. he laced his fingers in your hair, combing through it gently. the tender laughs that surrounded you felt so… home like. the snort that sarah let out every now and then or the loud sound of clapping cleo made when she found someone absolutely hilarious. all of it seemed like it was just part of you.

“love,” jj whispered from above you.

you turned your head to face him and saw him looking down at you. you hummed and waited for him to continue.

“you remember that ring i got you in 4th grade, the one from those little machines that you had to put a quarter in to get a prize out of?” he asked, stroking his thumb on your cheek and glancing at something behind you.

you nodded. the ring he got you was a royal blue heart shaped ring. you wore it everyday until it accidentally fell down a drain while you guys walked home from school.

john b threw jj a box and he placed it in your hands. you felt eyes on you, phones out recording and kie’s disposable camera flashing.

you opened the tiny box and inside glistened a gorgeous ring. rose gold plated and sparkling stones reflected in your eyes. you awed and picked up the ring. on the inside you saw ‘j + y/i (your initial)’ engraved into the ring band.

god, the hours jj picked up so he’d be able to afford it was actually absurd. the weeks you spent bothering him to spend time with you.. it was always ‘jj’ this and ‘jj’ that when he was coming home at 1 am from work or leaving at 7, but soon it’d be ‘jj i love you’.

your eyes began to water as you slipped the gold onto your ring finger. you sat up and hugged the soul out of your boyfriend. “thank you,”

“anything for you baby,” he smiled and hugged you back, placing a kiss on your neck. “it’s a promise ring, so now you have to promise you won’t drop it down the storm drain,”

you giggled and slapped his shoulder. “i promise,”

the pogues screamed and clapped behind you. yelling lines like ‘that’s my boy!’ and ‘when’s the honeymoon?!’

he brought you close and placed his lips on yours. moving them slowly against yours. you shuffled on his lap and whined a little, rubbing your sweaty hands on his chest. he gripped your waist and let out a quiet chuckle against your lips. “don’t worry baby, you’ll get that part of your present later.”

your face heated up and you covered your face in embarrassment, remembering your friends were literally right there.

“awh. don’t go shy on me all of a sudden, princess,” he stroked your hair and laughed.

cleo chucked a pillow at you guys and gagged. “get a room.” kie laughed from besides her as john b stopped covering his eyes.

jj picked you up bridal style and waved off the pogues. “privacy my girl wants, privacy my girl gets.“

he brought you to his room and placed you on his bed. he crawled on top of you and left wet kisses down your neck. you giggled at the ticklish feeling, tugging on his hair. his hands played with the hem of your shirt. his eyes met yours for consent and you gave him a quick nod.

he lifted your shirt and pulled it over your head, he stared at the majestic body that laid in front of him. aphrodite really blessed you well. his finger trailed down your stomach, sending you into a cold shudder.

“mm, you’re so pretty, baby,” he whispered as his thumb circled your clothed inner thigh.

you squirmed trying to get him to touch you in the right place. “jj, touch me..” you whined

he smirked and slipped off your pants, shortly followed along by your panties. he groaned quietly at the sight of your wet pussy in front of him. his thumb circled that spot as you whimpered uncontrollably. he removed his thumb from your drenched folds and placed a loving kiss on your lower abdomen.

you clenched your thighs together and covered your face with your hands. he was quick to take notice and pulled your wrists away, the rose gold ring still on your fingers, shining proudly. “keep your eyes on me, pretty girl, gotta watch how my mouths gonna make you cum,”

he held your wrists together with one hand and spread your thighs apart with the other. he sucked on the skin of your thigh, leaving a reddish mark that was soon to be dark.

you moaned and gripped onto the sheets as jj dipped his head in between your legs and started making a wet mess of you.

this was going to be a long night.

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IM SO SORRY I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS SO BAD 😭😭

i’m honestly just sleep derived rn but wanted to get this out before i went to sleep. ummm ik the smutty part was terrible.. i’m more of an imaginer so.. yeah.

i’ll try better in the future ofc, but hopefully this is ok for right now.

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oddlykilledghosts · 1 year

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

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

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

Word Count: 6.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

You needed to get that hat back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you were an intruder!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was from Rafe.” You finished for him.

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

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

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

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

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

“You were in Sarah’s car.”

“That’s different.”

“Is it?”

“Sarah doesn’t torment pogues.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rafe:

Can we meet tomorrow? Need to see you

Then below it:

I liked talking to you tonight

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

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

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

John B smiled smugly, “I do now.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up.”

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

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

Ring. Ring.

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

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

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

“Hey, it’s Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What date?”

“The one I texted you about.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, ashamed of you? Definitely.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“Rafe-”

“Yeah.” Not a question.

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

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

Then he hung up.

Shit.

Major shit.

Were you going to go? Of course you were.

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Falling for you

Jj Maybank x female reader.

TW: implied sex, swearing, fluff, mentions of underage drinking/smoking and domestic violence

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You grew up living next door to the maybanks, mostly alone, you’re parents worked and weren’t the most reliable.

You first met Jj when you were 10 years old, you heard banging and yelling from next door, so you ran onto the porch to see Mr Maybank beating the shit out of jj.

You were ashamed of yourself but you froze, not knowing what to do. Until you saw Mr Maybank drive away, leaving jj at home.

You walked across the connected yard and up onto their porch.

You knocked on the door, hearing crying from inside. “Go away!” He yelled.

You knocked again.

“What?” He almost screamed as he opened the door, taken aback when he saw you. He always watched you when you stood on your porch painting for hours on end, but he never had the courage to talk to you.

You stared at each other for a moment.

“Do you wanna come over?” You blurted out, unaware of what else to say.

He just nodded and followed you back to your house, less than 30 steps away.

You lead him to your extremely neat bedroom full of beautiful paintings and books, white and green were the most prominent colors as he looked around.

“You painted these?” He asked, although he knew the answer.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite thing to do….other than read.”

He nodded. There was a silence, neither of you knew what to say.

“I heard what happened.” You spoke.

He just looked down.

“My dad does it too you know?”

“What?” He was shocked that someone could bring themselves to hurt such a sweet individual. He has seen you reading in the garden, or sitting by the water on the pier or helping injured animals.

You simply hugged him. He stood for a moment, before tears fell from his eyes and he hugged back.

After that day, you’d occasionally listen to him talk about John B, another pouge or a fish he caught that day. But you were never really that close, but he always remembered the day you hugged him, the day you made him feel like he deserved more than what he was given.

As Jj grew older you admired him a little more, tall, handsome, muscles.

And as you grew jj admired you, he never seemed to commit to a girl but hell- if he had the chance you’d be his forever.

Your long hair, sweet smile, pretty little eyes and the perfect body. You seemed like an Angel where as he seemed to carry trouble around with him.

It was one year at the bonfire, both of you were now 17 when jj saw you through the flames, beer in hand. Everyone was either drinking or smoking, dancing or talking, you sat alone, reading your book, in your own little world.

“Jj!” Pope yelled.

“Yeah.” He snapped back into reality.

“Dude!Are you staring at y/n l/n?” John B scoffed.

Jj was quiet.

“Oh my god dude, there’s no way!” Pope smiled.

“What what?”

“She’s just-“ John B shrugged.

“She’s gorgeous dude, but she’s so…I don’t know nice, you can’t have like a one night stand with her, it’s like throwing away a puppy.” Pope explained

“Imma do it”

Jj thought for a moment before walking over to you, ignoring his friends. He sat down next to you, and your head didn’t move from the pages.

“Hey.” He spoke.

“Oh.” You smiled. “Hi.”

He looked at you for a second before speaking. “Do you maybe wanna hang out with me and my friends for a while?” He asked.

It took you a second to realize he wanted to spend time with you.

You nodded and he helped you up, leading you to John B, pope and Kiara and Sarah who had now joined them.

“This is y/n everybody, and that’s John B, Sarah, pope and kie.” Jj introduced as you waved innocently.

“Hey, hi.” Everyone waved.

“You guys wanna hit the water?” Jj asked and soon enough everyone was on John Bs boat, just riding slowly along the water.

“I really like your top.” You told Sarah and her smile grew wide, immediately telling you about this store she loved.

You smiled and nodded.

“Y/n you want a beer?” Jj asked.

“I’m okay thanks…I don’t drink.” You spoke softly.

They all frowned.

“Just makes me anxious, besides when all of you are falling overboard I’ll be the designated captain.” You smiled and they all chuckled.

The night went on, smiling and talking, enjoying the air. You and jj were lying at the back of the boat playing 20 questions which ended up just being questions.

“Favorite musician ?” Jj asked staring at the sky.

“Mmm, Taylor swift.” You answered and he pushed himself up onto his elbow to look at you.

“Dude!” He exclaimed.

“What!?”

“Really? She’s so- I don’t know.” He sighs.

“Amazing, talented, gorgeous, phenomenal?” You asked. “Come on who’s yours?”

“Metallica.” He lay back down.

“Dude !” You copied.

“What?” He laughed and you just shook your head.

“Nothing they’re a great band.” You laughed again. He smiled at the sound, it gave him butterflies.

The game went on for ages until John B dropped you both off at the pier by your houses.

“Okay okay, but seriously what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” Jj asked.

“Ummm, I haven’t really-“

“Oh come on! Everyone says your so reserved and quiet I think there’s a catch.” Jj added as you both sat on the pier looking at the water.

“You know the cliff, above the water near the center of obx?” I asked and he nodded, “I once did a backflip off of there.”

“Bullshit!” He smiled.

“It is not!” You pushed his shoulder playfully.

“I bet you can’t even do a backflip.”

“Can too!”

“Prove it.” He smirked, cocking his head at the water.

“Fine….on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I get to paint you….while we listen to Taylor swift.” You smiled.

“Deal.”

You stood up and removed your baggy t-shirt to reveal your stripy bikini top, slipping off your white jean shorts, leaving them on the pier.

You caught jj’s eyes lingering a little too long and prayed he couldn’t see you blush.

“You ready?” You asked him.

“Yeah.” He smiled at you.

You stood at the edge of the pier and pushed off, doing a backflip into the water.

“Shit that’s cold!” You yelled as you surfaced.

“You alright?” Jj asked with genuine concern.

You nodded as he helped you back onto the pier.

“That was great!” He smirked.

“Okay wait here!” You yelled, quickly sprinting to your house to get your speaker and paint.

Pretty soon you were sitting on your porch in your shorts and bikini top, painting jj onto a small canvas.

“You paint people often?” He asked as Taylor swift blared into the night, she wasn’t that bad he thought.

“No! Ive got no one to paint, I mostly paint landscapes, the beach, the outer banks.” You explained.

He watched the way you focused. And smiled to himself.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He shook his head still smiling.

“What?”

“It’s just- you’re really pretty.” He spoke softer then before.

You blushed like crazy as a feeling you’d never experienced flew around inside. A buzz of bliss and admiration.

“Almost done?” Jj asked, clearing his throat.

“No, but I’ve got the basics down, just need to shade and stuff-“ you paused when you head all too well start to play.

You smiled.

“What?” He asked.

“I love this song.”

He almost laughed at your excitement.

You stood up and helped him off the floor as well.

“Dance with me?” You smiled all giddy like a child playing with their favorite toy.

“I don’t dance.” He shook his head.

“Please!” You started swinging his hands.

He sighed heavily as he spun you around, and you giggled happily.

The hold you had over him was unreal, especially considering you barely knew each other.

You mouthed the lyrics dramatically as he laughed. His smile made you happy.

He grabbed your hips and you swayed as the song slowed, and jumped around when it picked up, spinning and singing for 10 whole minutes. Jj hadn’t had this much fun in years.

He saw the sky start to turn orange, signaling the sunrise. “Come on.” He pulled you by the hand towards his house.

“Where are we going?” You asked grabbing your shirt and your book.

“You’ll see!” See smiled and dragged you towards his bike.

He climbed on but you stopped.

“You scared?” He asked.

“A little.”

“Don’t be. I’ve got you.” He spoke in such an assuring manner that you climbed on to the back of the bike, arms loosely around his waist.

As the bike moved forwards your grip tightened dramatically. He smiled, the feeling of you so close made him weak.

Your eyes were shut tightly as you felt the bike climb up hill until the road felt flat again.

“You seeing this?” He shouted over the wind.

You shook your head against his back.

“Oh come on n/n!” He smiled.

The nickname made you flustered as you opened your eyes and saw the sun peaking over the ocean, the sky red and orange.

“It beautiful.” You whispered.

“Perfect for you then.” Jj spoke.

There was that feeling again, and it only heightened as he sped up, climbing higher and higher, up on the island.

You giggled. “WHOOOOHOOOOO.” You screamed and laughed again. Jj laughed too and copied you.

When you reached the highest point in the outer backs jj pulled you to the edge of the cliff where you both sat. Just in time to watch the sunrise.

“This is amazing.” You smiled.

“Isn’t it?”

You both watched the sun on the water for a while in a comfortable silence, legs swinging off the ledge. Feeling more alive than ever.

You turned to jj at the same time he turned to you, realizing how close you were.

He examined your face and you examined his.

He glanced at your lips. “Jj.” You whispered.

“Mm.” He hummed still staring at your lips.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You spoke so softly, almost embarrassed you looked down.

“Then you’re all mine.” He lifted your chin and your lips collided.

Passion exploding inside of you.

His lips were softer than you expected and he pulled you closer as your hands played with his hair.

you pulled away smiling shyly at him. “You’re beautiful n/n.”

Normally he would be taking you back to his place by now, but you were different than the other girls he’d gone out with. You were sweet, and smart, kind and worth spending time with.

“Thank you…for everything.” You smiled. He frowned. “This is the most fun I’ve had in…forever.”

“Me too.”

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It only took 2 weeks for you to officially start dating.

Jj quickly became your best friend and you became his.

You would lie under the willow tree behind your houses, his head on your stomach as you read to him. He didn’t admit it but that was his favorite thing to do, hearing you read.

He taught you how to surf, he was cocky at first until you got the hang of it and we’re almost as good as him…almost.

One day you got knocked of your board and something stung you, Jj quickly stopped cheering you on along with pope and Sarah when he noticed your face.

He helped you onto the beach most of your leg was red and purple, and some blood poured from it.

“Shit baby are you okay?” Jj asked, looking more scared than you.

“Yeah just hit some coral or something when I fell.” You spoke, face twisted in pain.

“C-can you walk?” He asked and you simply shook your head.

“Pope call the ambulance.” He spoke firmly.

“Pope!” Jj yelled so frantically both Sarah and pope sprinted to go find help.

Jj was so protective over you it was a little concerning at times.

“Jayj- I’m okay.” You half smiled at him and he shook his head frantically, picking you up bridal style to take you closer to the road where the ambulance would be.

You were fine a week later, and it was no big deal but Sarah swears she’s never seen anyone look as terrified as Jj was that day.

But you had seen him more scared, more protective…only once.

When he saw you sitting by the pier and he walked over to surprise you, only to realise that you were crying as he got closer.

“Hey it’s okay! What’s wrong baby!” He sat down and tried to hug you when he realised your lip was bleeding and you’d eye was black.

He pulled you into him as you sobbed. “Who did this to you?” He asked. Angrier than ever. Who the fuck would lay a finger on his girl. His sweet y/n.

“Was it your dad!?” He asked.

You just nodded. You had held him as he cried many times after an encounter with his father, cleaned him up and told him you loved him many times. But he had never seen you like this.

“I’ll kill him.” He stood up.

“Jayj- he left, gone to Vegas or some shit!” You called.

All these bad experiences only made you love him more.

But so did the good times. Like when he took you dancing by the beach. Or when you’d paint and he’d just talk to you like nothing else mattered, or when you’d get a new outfit or a bikini and he’d tell you that you were gorgeous and kiss you like it was the first time.

Or when he took you fishing, he would fish and you would read.

Or when he finally admitted that he’d become a swiftie and that it was strictly between the two of you.

Jj swore you were an Angel that was sent to even out his evil. When he got angry you’d calm him down, you’d make sure he never smoke or drink too much, you kept him healthy.

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About 6 months into your relationship jj decided to tease you a little. While you were cooking he hugged you from behind and you smiled.

“I love you.” He whispered. “I love you too.” You answered.

“Stand over there.” He pointed to a spot in the lounge.” Before you could ask why he gave you a look that said trust me.

So you did.

“What now?” You asked as he stood in front of you.

“This.” He whispered as he smiled, slamming you into the wall, pinning you there while his other hand grabbed your thigh and wrapped it around his hip. He smiled into the kiss and you smiled wider and slid out from his grasp giggling like a little kid.

He remembered that from one of your books.

“You like that?” He asked as you were still flustered.

You nodded excitedly.

“Let’s do that again.” You pointed to your bedroom. “In there.” You smirked.

His eyes widened. “You sure you’re ready n/n?” He asked, you’d been putting it off for months, scared because it was new.

But you knew jj was who you wanted to be with forever. “Because you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He spoke.

It only made you more sure you were ready.

“I’m sure let’s goooo.” You smiled walking towards your room.

“Not gonna say no to that.”

You were safe with him and he was safe with you.

Sure he was loud and you were quiet, he was messy and you were neat. And sure you seemed like polar opposites but he was yours.

It was the silly things he did that allowed you to loosen up a little, be more like yourself and be less reserved. The way you joked with each other or the way you jumped up and down when you were excited, the way he licked your cheek and you lick him back with a frown. The way he’d grab your ass in public just to make you jump. Or how you’d drag him around the bookstore for hours.

It just worked.

#jj x reader #outer banks #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #pouges #soft reader #sarah cameron #john booker routledge #pope heyward #kiara outer banks

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ineffablyendless · 8 months

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i watched the Old Guard yesterday bc I was interested (it was very good) and I wanted to give Hob Gadling, my blorbo, some immortal friends in my head and after wathing a couple of times and puttering about the fandom I came to the conclusion that Hob would make the Guards uncomfortable.

Not least bc his circumstances are different in the ways that matter (its will to live per century, and he can die whenever he'd like) but bc Hob doesnt have the sense if martyrdom the rest of them do. They never chose their immortality; they do the best they can with it.

Hob DID choose his immortality. He CONTINUES to choose it. He RELISHES in it.

Already that marks him as different, by core of faith and belief. Men like Hob are dangerous; bc people who deeply enjoy life, enjoy immortality on the scale he does without much regard for what it means are the kind of people who would kill for it. Whatever it takes. He can and will and HAS left things and people behind for the sake of it. If it took killing a man once a century he would have done it. Hes done worse. Theres always someone out there who deserves to die, by mercy of themself or others.

Hob is CONSTANTLY compared to the Corinthian by the sheer apetite for life; his own and others.

Thats bound to make the Guards uncomfortable. It would probably explain how Andy would prefer not to have him in her ranks. Hes too dangerous, and hes not a good person. His motivations are not something she understands, and definitely not something she trusts.

Theres a fanfic premise in there somewhere

#hob gadling #dream of the endless #the sandman #The Old Guard #andy the scythian #andromache the scythian #joe al kaysani #Nicky Genova #Booker #I cant remember Booker's last name sorry #Interesting observations Ive made comparing my fave immortals #I mean this makes Hob comparatively lonelie4 #But we've decided this isnt much of an issue for Hob.#he doesnt have much trouble finding normalcy and creating attachments that he eventually leaves #And hes in on all the weird supernatural stuff. He knows things out there #You cant help LIKING Hob but i cant imagine Andy trusting him #He would understand even if it makes him sad #He doesnt blame her #i love my insane little immortal man

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writing-with-emy · 9 months

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Hello, I would like to request #17 Outerbanks Femreader. Reader falls in love with both John B and JJ ( Secretly) she finally tells kie and goes to confess John B and kisses him. Something like this, I trust you 💕 I love your work and I'm really excited to see what you come up with 💕

Invisible String - John B x F!reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | JOHN B MASTERLIST | PROMPTS Shipping: John B x f!reader, Summary: You were in Love with your two Best Friends, until Kie brought you some light in this dark and complicated Situation. Wordcount: 2.533 Words Warnings: Drinking, some curse words, lovesick reader I think that was it. A/N: Yes, the Title is inspired by the Song “Invisible String” by Taylor Swift, because I’m going to the Eras tour next year. A bit of angst and Fluff. I know you wrote secretly but in my head JJ just knows when a girl has a crush on him, but he wouldn’t notice it if he had a crush on the girl too. And as always feel free to correct me if I make any mostakes, as English is not my first language. (not part of 'Emy's Eras Event)

When there was something more stupid than jumping in a shark tank with a really bad bleeding wound, then it would be letting JJ come up with a plan, or being in love with two of your Best Friends who you knew nearly all your life. JJ and John B couldn’t be more different and still be the same, so falling for them kinda was crazy by itself. Well okay, at first you thought there was nothing really between you and John B because JJ owned your heart first in a more romantic way than the others. That most certainly changed when John B was nearly drowned by Topper at the last party, wasn’t it for JJ pointing a Gun at his head or when you watched him sneaking away with Sarah Cameron, the Kook princess.

John B was your Friend for nearly all your life, Eleven Years and counting, there was always something different about you and JB, like stolen touches or cuddles when you had a movie night at the chateau, well the cuddles died out when you guys became older and you starting to notice your feelings towards JJ, but the stolen touches were still there. But since the fight and watching John B almost drown, you notice a change within yourself towards your Best Friend. Since that Day you got more close to John B and questioned every move not only you made but also your friends. Now don’t get me wrong, JJ didn’t mind the attention you gave him, because he probably would most definitely notice when a girl has a crush on him unless he does have one on the girl too. But he knew John B liked you since probably fifth grade, when they played a round of truth or dare and told JJ his little secret even though that could’ve changed over the years. Well you told no one the problem you had with the both of them, not even Kie, your Best, and only girl, Friend.

It was a few days later and you all were sitting in the Front yard, if you can call it that way, of the chateau, when JJ tried to shotgun a beer and sadly the half on it got on you because you were sitting right next to him. You just jumped up, when the cold stinky beer made contact with your clothes and the skin of your legs, just screaming JJs name. Kie just ran into the House, getting a towel, coming back and trying to get most of the beer away from your skin and clothes. “You know, I think I actually hate you.”, you said, looking at JJ. “Yeah, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”; he just said, winking at you, before getting another can. “Shit, I think when we wash your pants and shirt in the sink, the smell and liquid is atleast a bit out.”, Kie said, looking at you. “Do you have any spare pants with you?”, you asked. “No, not right now.”, she said, shaking her head. “You can have some from me.”; John B said. “God, you are an angel JB.”, you said, giving him a thankful smile. He ran in to get some pants, well his only clean ones were some swimming ones, but they would need to make it. “What about your Shirt?”, Kie asked. “Well, I’m wearing my Bikini, so that's not a problem.”, you said, before you heard John B's steps coming from the House. “Here, there are only clean ones right now.”, he said, giving you the Swimming shorts. “Thank you, they’re gonna make it.”, you stated, beaming up at him, but before anyone could stare at the other for too long, JJ broke the Moment asking John B if he wants another beer. So you changed into the shorts of John B, before sitting with Kie on the Hammock.

You had no Idea how long you guys were there just talking, when JJ came up with a Plan, to go into the Kooks neighborhood to look for some fancy house, that is probably not lived in right now, because the owners are on vacation or some sort. And because you’re all a bit tipsy you all said yes, even though you and Kie weren’t really Fans with the Plan. So you all made your way to the Twinkie, when you walked beside John B who was most, next to JJ, excited about that Idea.

“You really think that this is a smart Idea?”you asked, looking at him. “Nope.”, he said looking at you. “Good, I’d be concerned if you did.”, you said laughing slightly. “But it is better than boredom.”, he said, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

With that you got into the twinkie, John B holding the door to the passenger side open for you.

After a bit of digging on facebook and driving around figure eight, you found a house where you found a spot for the twinkie, away enough so no one would notice it, but near enough if you needed to escape the cops. So you make your way to the Back of the House, climbing over the fence and quietly making your way to the pool. You all got rid of your clothes, that shouldn’t get wet and Jumped in, but since JJ couldn’t forget the most important part, the beer, he threw to each one of you another, before jumping in and opening his. You guys seriously had the time of your life there, it was in the middle of the night, everyone was asleep and you hopefully wouldn't get cops soon. But to your dismay, you saw the red and Blue light, before you could hear them, you tried to get their attention, but they didn’t listen until they heard Shoupe yell that you should come out. The boys were the first to get out, before helping you and Kie out.

"Shit. Shit. Shit!”, you said, fastly putting it on, before grabbing your shoes and running after them with KIe. “This is the worst plan ever, JJ!”, you said to him. “Why, because I made it?”, he asked looking back at you. “That, and because the cops are now out for our asses!”, you said, hitting him on the arm. JJ was the first to Jump over the fence and run towards the Twinkie getting it started, driving it out of its hiding spot so you just needed to Jump in. John B and Pope helped you and Kie over it, before Jumping over themselves. John B grabbed your hand dragging you with him, laughing. You saw Shoupe behind you already out of breath trying to catch you. “How do we keep getting into these Situations?”, you laughed looking at John B. “Eleven years of Friendship and I still don’t know.”, he said grinning. “The problem is called JJ.”, Pope said, which you all agreed. Once at the Twinkie you Jumped in and told JJ to drive, laughing your asses off in the Back high on adrenaline.

A half an hour later, you guys were back at the Chateau, the adrenaline finally back to zero and tired of the running you needed to do. You got in and all you did, was just falling on that couch and be nearly immediately asleep, and beside you were the first to go in, you didn’t even notice how John B came in to check on you just to find you on the couch already asleep, so he went back into his room, got a blanket and put it over you before he brushes some hair out of your face. “You love her don’t you?”, JJ asked beyond John B. Shocked, he turned around looking at his Best friend with wide eyes. “What?”, he just asked. “Well, you told me in fifth grade or so that you like her. I thought that might have changed, but by the way you look or just randomly stare at her, it’s just..”, JJ started. “Obvious, probably. But well, she is my Best Friend and don’t forget the rule, no Pogue-on-Pogue macking.”, he said, taking his eyes off JJ and back to you. “Yeah, well maybe you should just forget that rule.”, JJ said, before walking away. -

Two nights later, in the middle of the night, you were sitting outside in the hammock because you couldn’t sleep. The thought of Sarah and JOhn B running through your head because you saw them in those two days sneaking more often away than in the couple of years were you knew her.

“What are you doing up at four in the morning?”, you heard someone question from behind. You turned around to see Kie. “I might ask you the same thing.”, you said, giving her a little smile. “What’s going through your head?”she asked, climbing on the hammock next to you. The hardest part about all this, was that you didn’t tell anybody about this situation. You thought about it for a second, before deciding to let Kie in on the problem you have. “I might have a problem.”, you stated. “What is it?”she asked, looking at you. “I have a crush on two guys, the thing is they are both my Best Friends, and I first didn’t really realize that I have this crush on the other guy until I nearly lost him because of somebody. And I don’t know what to do. I liked the first guy first, but now that I realized that I also like the other I am just helpless. Like the one guy who has been my friend I have the longest, and I would be so sorry if I lose him not only as my potentially Boyfriend but also as my Best Friend whos been with me through thick and thin, but so did also the other guy.”, you could rip your hair out if it wouldn’t leave bald spots afterwards. “Well, that sounds like a fucked up situation.”, she stated. “I know and I’m just helpless.”, you stated throwing your head back. “Well, my Mom always told me something.”, Kie started. You just looked at her signaling her to keep going. “If you fall in love with two people, go with the second one. Because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second one.”, she said, looking at you and taking your hand. You leaned against her butting your head on your shoulder. “And besides, what you and JJ have is not love, Not romantic love, it’s comfort.”, she said. You just nodded trying to let the words sink in. “But if you asked me, if you wanna hear it, I would tell John B.”, she said. “But what about Sarah, they sneaked away more in the past two days, than I saw them ever do in the last couple of years.”, you said. “Well, it’s all or nothing.”, she said. “I need just some time to think about it.”, you said, taking a deep breath. “Do it soon, before it’s too late.”, she just said.

Given the time now it’s been a week later, and you hadn’t had the nerve to tell John B about your feelings just yet. You either couldn’t find the right time or you just backed out like a chicken. But now you couldn’t back down, John B was alone at his boat, working on it, while Kie brought you to him. “Are you sure that this is right?”, you asked, nervous about this whole situation. “You’re doing the right thing.”, she said, squeezing your hand slightly. “Then why does it feel so wrong to me?” “Your probably just nervous, because he is your childhood best friend.”, she just said. “If something is wrong and you’re not in like half an hour back or wrote me a text, that everything is fine and you are good, I’m up here waiting in my car, alright?”

“Alright Mom.”, you said giggling slightly. With a rolling of her eyes she goes away, while you make your way down the path to him.

“Hey.”, you said, when you were sure he could hear you talk. “Oh, Hey, what’s up?”he asked, looking at you already knowing that something is up. “Nothing much, everything alright with the boat?”, you asked, while he helped you in holding your hand. “Yeah, I just checked up on her.”, he explained, handing you something to drink. “Alright.”, you just said, not knowing where to start. “So what do you wanna talk about?”, he asked. “What?”“Come on, I know you all your life, I can nearly read you like a book, I know when you have something going on.”, he said sitting down in front of you. “What are we to each other?”, it just slipped out of your mouth. “Well, you tell me, because for me you’re my Best Friend.”, he said, caught a bit off guard. You just nodded thinking of your next move. “Can I tell you something, this is probably going to ruin everything, but I need to tell you.”, you said. “Yeah sure, you know you can tell me everything.”; he stated, moving to sit next to you. “I..”, you began. “I’ve discovered I love you.”, you said, not moving your eyes from your can of Coca Cola. “When did you discover that?”, he asked, looking at you not really knowing what to say. “Since all my decisions started to revolve around you and after Topper nearly drowned you at the Kegger.”, you said, briefly looking up at him, before looking back down. “I probably did it always and just never realized that, but since I nearly lost you, it is just so much clearer now, and I know that you probably don’t like me back, and that was just some stupid Idea. Just forget what I said and do whatever you wanted to do. Like meeting up with Sarah or something, I don't know.”, you rambled standing up at the end wanting to go down from the boat. But you were stopped by a Hand grabbing your wrist. “Can I also say something to this?”, he asked. “You don’t need to say anything, when you don’t feel the same it’s okay. Then let's just stay friends, and forget about this. Just pretending like-”, you couldn’t stop your rambling, when a pair of Lips smashed on yours. Your first reaction was shocked not knowing what to do, but before you could respond, he just moved aways. “Why did you do that..?”, you asked with a high voice. “So you would shut up and listen.”, he said, with a smile on his face. “But what about..”, you started. “Listen, I don’t like Sarah, I like you.”, he said, but he still saw the hesitation in your eyes. “I love you alright, every single part of you. Even the parts you don’t like, got it?”he asked you, looking you in your eyes.

You felt the tears fill your eyes out of pure happiness, before you bring your lips together again feeling the puzzle pieces falling together, the invisible string between you two finally becoming solid gold.

#john b x y/n #john b imagine #john b routledge #john b x reader #john b x you #outer banks imagine #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge x you #john b routledge imagine #john b routledge x y/n #john booker routledge #writing-with-emy

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whowantslovergirl · 1 year

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hello helloooo darling!!! can i req a fem reader whos dating jj and, while at a lil party w their friends, comes out as bi?

An: Ofc you can my lover 🤍 this one hit close to home since i am bi 😍 but i hope you enjoy my lover 🤍

Party Secrets

JJ Maybank x fem! reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: established relationship, coming out as bi, cursing, partying, drinking, smoking, kissing, jokes about threesomes, angst ig, fluff and I think that’s it tell me if I forgot anything hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

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Summary: Y/N tells her friends and boyfriend a party secret

posted:March 28,2023

All of you guys are at a kegger just laughing, drinking, and smoking like friends do. Everyone was drunk, faded, or both except for you. You were tipsy at least. You felt wrong all night. It just felt weird keeping a secret from people you consider your family.

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You and JJ were sitting around a fire with Kie, Pope, John B and Sarah. You were laying on JJ’s shoulder while playing with his fingers. Which you only do when your feeling down. JJ noticed your actions. “Babe what’s wrong?” You just shook your head. “Nothing, just tired.” “Well do you wanna go?” You shook your head. “Just enjoy yourself Jay I promise I’m fine.” You look into his eyes so he thinks you are telling the truth. He squints his eyes. He just nodded and went back to talking.

He knows you were lying. He let it go because he didn’t want to make you upset. He swears something is up.

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Throughout the night all your friends knew something was wrong.

“Hey N/N are you okay?” John B said with a concerning tone.

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“Are you okay? They’re playing all your favorite songs Y/N?!” Kie said as dancing to one of your favorite songs.

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“Kie said something was wrong. Y/N are you okay?” Sarah asked.

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“Everyone is saying something is wrong with you. If you need anything Y/N I’m available.” Pope also asked.

It was driving you crazy.

You went to walk around, so you can figure how to tell your friends that something is wrong with you. You hear footsteps behind you. You turned around to see your boyfriend running up to you. “Baby what’s wrong? You been down all night.”

“Nothing is wrong Jay. I’m literally just walking around. I don’t talk to any of you and something’s wrong.” You rolled your eyes. JJ definitely knew something was up with you just by how defensive and angry you’re getting. “Did I do something? Did one of the guys do something? Oh my god are you breaking up with me?!” That question made you baffled. “Jay why would I break up with you? We have been dating for two whole years dumbass.”

“Years don’t mean anything babe! My cousin Ricky got broken up with after five years! Five whole years! That’s not something you just throw away you kn-.” You interrupted him. “God JJ is there a reason you’re still here? Just leave me the fuck alone, I’m fine!” He just widened his eyes. You never blew up on him like that. He just nodded his head and went back to your friends.

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John B noticed the look on JJ’s face. “What’s wrong dude?” JJ just shook his head. “Something is wrong with Y/N, and when I asked her about it she just blew up on me like I was the problem.” He said while looking at the ground. Now everyone was definitely concerned about you.

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Of course you felt bad, you never blew up on JJ like that. Nothing ever made you this upset.

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After a few hours everyone decided to go home. And the drive home was awkward with a capital A. Pope was giving side glances. Sarah and Kie were giving them back. John B just kept his eyes on the road. And JJ was still trying to figure out the issue.

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When you guys got to the chateau, you all just hung around quietly and awkwardly. JJ was sick of seeing these sad looks on your face and decided to say something.

“I know something is wrong and I am not going to let it go until you tell me Y/N.”

“Jay just leave her alone.” Kie said.

“No Kie! I am sick of seeing these sad looks and you blowing up on me for no reason at all.” You were sitting on the couch and shaking your leg impatiently. “So you better tell me or I swear to g-!”

“I’m bi!”

All your friends were shocked.

“I am bisexual! I like girls and guys! Since you were pressing ever since we were at that stupid ass kegger!” You started tearing up. “Y/N why didn’t you tell us?” Sarah said with concern.

“I just- I didn’t want you guys to see me differently or anything and I-.” You cut yourself off with a sob. “I’m sorry JJ that I got all mad and shit. I just didn’t know how to tell you or any of you for that matter!”

“I’m sorry, I am so so so sorry, I’m sorry guys I-.” You were cut off by JJ hugging you. “You have nothing to apologize for baby.” You felt more arms wrapped around you while you sobbed more. “We will love no matter what N/N. We can’t tell you what you can and cannot be.” Sarah said and everyone just agreed.

You all just stood there in comfortable silence while you cried in happiness.

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When you finally stopped crying, John B asked you a question.

“So why did you think you had to hide something like that from us?”

You just shrugged. “I don’t know, I mean who knows how you will react you know?” He just nodded.

“So this means you will be okay with threesomes then right?” Everyone laughed.

“Jay really!?” He just smiled and shrugged.

“I love you JJ Maybank.”

“I love you too Y/N L/N.”

An: AHHHHH this lowkey made me cry bc this is exactly how I came out to my friends so hits to close to home 🤧 and PLEASEE request more i am a multifandom account but I hope you enjoyed this. Until I post again my lovers 🤍AGAIN THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE ON MY LAST JJ STORY 💋

#outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #kiara carrera #outer banks x reader #pope heyward #sarah cameron #john booker routledge #jj imagine #my lovers on top

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imaginesandbandfiction · 2 years

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Switzerland

An Outer Banks Imagine

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: The slightest allusion to self-harm, implied sexual content

Summary: Big John has been missing for months, and tensions are high between John B and his older sister, so she finds comfort in the arms of her brother's best friend.

A/N: I have been so inspired to write for OBX, JJ mainly but a few of the others, too, which is good for you but bad for my grad school applications. I have a little prequel to this already written, I just need to edit it, so stay tuned for that, and lmk if you want me to tag you when it's up!

Masterlist

You plop down on the front steps of the Chateau and dig a lighter and the worn pack of Marb Reds out of your pocket. The first hit unlocks something in your chest and you feel your whole body relax as the nicotine pulses through your veins. A second hit releases any remaining tension and you slump forwards, resting your elbows on your knees. You tuck your head into your free hand so you barely have to move to take another drag off of the cigarette. When it’s just barely more than a stub, you notice a shadowy figure at the end of the street that’s slowly getting bigger. Eventually, you’re able to make out a familiar mess of blond hair and you sit up straight again, hoping he didn’t notice your swift position change.

“Hey, Routledge,” JJ calls to you from the end of the driveway as he makes his way towards you. “You know smoking is, like, really bad for you, right?” He’s close enough now that the porch light illuminates his face. You don’t say anything about the blood drying in the corners of his bruised lips and, thankfully, he doesn’t mention your swollen, tear-stained cheeks. You take in as much smoke as you can and hold it in for a few seconds before blowing it at him in one long, steady stream.

“You’re one to talk,” you counter, letting your bottom lip drop into a slight pout.

“Weed is different; it’s natural.”

“Nicotine is natural, too, I think.”

“You think? See, that proves my point. You don’t even know what you’re putting into your body, which is definitely not healthy.” You roll your eyes and chuckle a bit as you press the butt into the concrete to put it out. Now that your hands are free, you lean back until your forearms hit the ground so you can look up at JJ.

“John B’s inside,” you say, breaking the silence. “But I gotta warn you, he’s in a mood.” He hums his acknowledgment and starts up the steps. You lean to the side so he can sneak past you but instead, he sits down next to you and nudges your shoulder with his to get you to scoot over to make more room on the top step.

“What’d you fight about?”

“How did you know we --” The look on JJ’s face, furrowed brows and a knowing smile, stops you in your tracks. “Yeah, we fought.” A huff of air escapes your lips as you deflate. The words from the fight are replaying on a loop in your head.

“It’ll be fine, Y/N, we just need to wait it out. Dad’ll be home soon, I know it,” your brother insists.

“He’s not coming home, John Booker!” You yell, letting all of your frustration bubble to the surface. “It’s just us now. The sooner you accept that the sooner we can move on.”

“Well, you’re not dancing at the club on the mainland. That’s non-negotiable.”

“I’m the oldest, I need to step up and make sure we don’t lose the house.”

“Well, I’m the man of the house now! I can ask Mr. Cameron if he has any friends that need help with their boats, and you can pick up some extra shifts at the Country Club. We’ll make it work, Y/N, we always do.”

“Don’t come at me with that sexist bullshit. I could make more in one night on the mainland than you could in a month cleaning boats for Kooks and you know it.”

“I’m not fucking talking about this anymore, Y/N! I said no!” John B’s voice booms loud enough to rattle the broken screen door that leads to the backyard.

“You can’t tell me what to do; you’re not dad,” you spit and get off the couch to stomp out the front door without a glance back at your brother.

“John B won’t accept that dad’s probably dead, and in the meantime, he wants to be dad,” you say, punctuating your sentence with a frustrated sigh.

“He’ll come around,” JJ assures you. “He, like, worshiped your dad, you probably know that better than I do. He probably just needs more time for it to sink in.”

“I know, I’m being too hard on him, but to be fair he’s hard on me, too.” JJ holds his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, Y/N, I’m Switzerland in this fight. I love you both too much to pick sides.” Your lips twitch up into a smirk at his words and the fight with your brother doesn’t seem so serious anymore. JJ lowers his gaze to the ground in front of him as just a hint of pink creeps up his neck and onto his cheeks.

“So you love me, then, huh?” You ask, your voice innocent but laced with something deeper.

“Shut up, you know I do,” he mumbles, turning his head to the side so you can’t see his blush, which is getting darker by the second. Your smile widens and you scoot in closer, stopping when your shoulder is pressed into his bicep. His body stiffens against yours for a split second but then he relaxes, letting out a slow hiss of air. When he turns back towards you, his cheeks are back to a just subtle shade of pink and his eyes are soft and full of questions.

“I’ve got a meeting tomorrow, at Beaches, on the mainland,” you blurt out before he can ask any of them. His mouth falls open and his eyes widen. “That’s why he’s so mad.”

“Y/N, no, you can’t work at Beaches,” he whines through a frown. His nose crinkles as he says the name of the club, like just the word itself is repulsive to him.

“Didn’t your cousin’s ex make, like, $1000 in one night there? We need the money, JJ, and it’s not like I’ve got a lot of options.”

“Yeah because she worked the private room on New Year’s Eve!” JJ’s voice is getting louder with every word he speaks. “They won’t hire you, at least not while you’re still underage.”

“My fake says I’m twenty-five.” He groans and runs a hand through his hair and when his palm hits his forehead, he leans into it. After a few deep breaths, he sits back up and drops his hand to the strip of concrete between his left thigh and your right. He can feel the warmth radiating from your body against his pinky and it takes every ounce of his self-control to keep his hands from following the heat to its source. He presses his palm against the ground hard enough that he can feel bits of gravel burrowing into his skin, which gives him something to focus on other than your bare shoulder against his skin and the slight whoosh of the shallow breaths escaping your lips. He knows it’s fucked up, but the physical pain keeps him grounded; he prefers that over the confusing mess of emotions swirling around in his brain, emotions he’s not sure he could name even if he tried.

“You don’t have to do it all alone, you know. You have John B, and the rest of us.”

“He’s my baby brother, I can’t help but want to protect him as much as I can.”

“You’re literally only a year older than us!” JJ’s faux-outrage has you giggling. You’re brought back to childhood with the way you’re able to move seamlessly between serious topics and joking around with JJ.

“Fourteen months!” You huff and cross your arms in front of your chest, flashing an indignant frown his way.

“Whatever. The point is, we’re all in this together and we’ll make it work. We’re Pogues, we always do.” He shifts his hand a bit so it’s resting on top of your thigh and squeezes his support into your skin. Goosebumps explode from the spot and your spine tingles with a familiar shiver. The atmosphere thickens around you and it draws all of the breath out of your lungs. Silence settles in like a thick blanket and you find yourself turning towards JJ. He slides over so that instead of just your shoulders touching, you can feel his arm pressed against yours. When he turns his head to look at you, he’s so close that you can only see the upper half of his face. His pupils widen as his eyes meet yours, expanding until only a sliver of blue is left.

“I still think Beaches is worth looking into,” you whisper into the small space between your lips and his.

“You’re not working at Beaches,” he growls, leaning in even closer.

“Why not?” You’re teasing him on purpose, intoxicated by the feeling of his hot breath on your sensitive skin.

“Because I don’t want anyone else to look at you that way.” You feel his lips move against your own, just the smallest hint of pressure yet it makes your toes curl. His callouses tickle your cheek as he moves his hand to rest against it, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he does so. Your gaze drops to his lips and then you’re leaning into his touch and then you’re kissing, like really kissing, your brother’s best friend. His lips are salty with a hint of the metallic blood from his split lip. You wrap your arms around his neck as he slides his free arm around your waist to pull you as close as possible. A soft sigh escapes you when his top teeth graze your bottom lip, and he takes advantage of the extra space that your slightly open mouth provides to pull it between his teeth. He swallows your gasp and you feel the rest of the world start to melt away, all thoughts of your dad and John B replaced with JJ. Wait, no, then they circle back to John B, your brother who is currently inside the house and very pissed at you.

“Wait,” you mumble, pulling back. JJ’s heart skips a beat and he’s preparing himself for rejection, but then you press a quick peck to his lips before continuing. “We should move, John B could see us out here, and now is really not the time for that conversation.” You stand and let your hand trail down JJ’s shoulder and then the length of his arm, lacing your fingers with his when you reach the end. He clears his throat and scrambles off of the steps.

“Right, right, yeah,” he says, taking a quick glance around before turning back to you with wide, panicked eyes. You giggle at his dazed look and tug on his hand, pulling him around the side of the house. In the short time it takes you to find a spot away from any windows, JJ manages to pull himself together and his familiar overconfidence is back in full force as he pulls you into his chest and twirls you around so fast that your head spins. He presses you against the siding gently enough that it doesn’t make a sound but hard enough that you can feel exactly where the old, broken panels split against your back, and then his lips are on yours again and you swear he is sucking the literal life out of you because you’re breathless and shaky and if he lets go of your hips for even a second you’re pretty sure you’ll drop dead on the spot. But then, suddenly, he pulls away from you and takes a deep breath before exploding into a fast-paced monologue.

“Wait, you’re not just doing this to get back at John B, are you?” he asks in a voice an octave higher than normal. “Because I feel like there have been many times we could have been doing this but you’ve never taken advantage of those opportunities before now, and I’ve wanted this forever so…” Your amused laughter stops him in his tracks, and his lower lip juts out in a pout. You press a soft kiss to it and he bites his lip to hide the smile that’s trying to break free.

“I know you’ve wanted it forever, J, that’s why I had to wait until I was sure. I didn’t want to take advantage of you, even if it was by accident. And then I waited until you turned 16 because, you know, I didn’t want to be arrested,” you explain, flashing a sheepish grin at him.

“You’ve wanted to do this since before my birthday and we’re just now getting around to it?”

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You lean in until your lips are ghosting over his and let your eyes flutter shut. “Consider this your belated birthday present.” He pushes his head forwards, searching for your lips, but you sink to your knees in front of him instead. The strangled noise he emits is somewhere between a yelp and a groan. His head hits the side of the house with a loud thump and you freeze with your hands on the zipper of his shorts.

“Shit,” he whisper-yells, jerking his head off of the wall. Both of you stay still for a few minutes, as if not moving could make you invisible, but thankfully John B must not have heard the noise because you don’t hear the tell-tale creak of the front door opening. You pull the zipper all the way down and push JJ’s shorts off of his hips, and, with your hands on the waistband of his boxers, you give him a stern look.

“If that happens again, I stop, got it?” you tell him. The bulge in his boxers grows larger.

“Got it,” he breathes, and he leans his head forward, resting gently against the side of the house this time.

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nightfire917 · 1 year

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𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓑 𝓡𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓭𝓰𝓮

𝒪𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐵𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈

#john b outer banks #obx s3 #outer banks #obx 2 #aesthetic pfp #icons #john b imagine #john booker routledge #john b x reader #john b routledge icons #john b routledge imagine #john b routledge x reader

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The Heart Wants What It Wants ♡

Summary: Y/N is John B’s girlfriend and has been for over a year. Her and Jj have a weird relationship, They’ve always cared very deeply for each other, even after all the awkwardness and blunts remarks. But recently Jj’s is starting to see the girl in a way only his best friend should.

Warning: ANGST!! Jealousy, Cheating. Not much else i don’t think :)

Italics: JJ’s POV

The Heart Wants What It Wants

The Pogues had always been a tight nit group ever since they were younger especially Jj and John B. They had been best friends ever since the third grade, you would never see one without the other. They were like brothers growing up together practically living together due to Jj’s family situation. But just like any other friendship there are some times where the don’t see eye to eye, even if it is over a girl.

It all started when John b introduced her to the Poges for the first time. “Guys this is y/n” John b announced as he walked in his own home after picking her up from work on a Saturday afternoon. “The girl I’ve been telling you about, My girlfriend.” Jj looked up and was met with a girl he had never seen before, he’d remember a face as gorgeous as hers. “Hey, it’s so nice to meet all of you. John B never shuts up about you guys “ she says with a massive smirk on her face as she bumps her hip into JB’s. He wraps his arm around the back of her neck and brings her into his chest. “Alright shush you” he says with a huge smile on his face as he lets out a breathy laugh which the rest of the pogues return. Except for one. JJ turned to look at both Kie and Pope hoping to see if he can predict what they’re thinking of this girl however he was met with two admirable faces looking up at the happy couple. They seemed to approve so why was he conflicted over the matter.

That night Jj had spent his time ignoring her, watching her from the sidelines. He watched the way she interacted with each one of his friends. Her and Kie immediately clicked bonding over similar clothing styles and their passion for saving the environment. Her and Pope managed to get along like brother and sister, he never shut up when she was around. Immediately feeling comfortable around the new girl which is weird for him, he’s always been a bit of an introvert. Jj tried to shut out every affectionate interaction her and John B had together. He still didn’t understand why but everytime he’d find his eyes glancing over at the happy couple his chest immediately felt tight.

It’s not like Y/N shut Jj out she just felt odd around him. From the beginning their interactions were limited to small nods when greeting one another, tight lipped smiles whenever they said goodbye. It was awkward and neither one of them truly understood why. John B had told y/n all about Jj and how well they would get along but to his dismay the blonde wouldn’t even look in her direction. She had tried to speak to him that Saturday night when she met them all but it didn’t go the way she thought it would.

“Jj right?” She announced her presence as she took a seat beside him on one of the logs that was situated around the fire, Pope had set up for us. “Yeah” he replied, very bluntly. Anyone from the outside could tell he felt awkward. Like he didn’t know what to say to her. “Wow, I’m glad to be finally meeting the Jj. How are you?” She asked him politely with an adorable smile finding its way onto her face, whilst also turning her body towards his. He shifted his eyes to look at her, he swear he felt his heart beat in his stomach. He didn’t understand why he was so nervous maybe it was the feeling of a brunette headed pogue watching their interaction. “I’m fine” he answered her question with a slight nod of his head. A moment of silence is shared between the two as she looks over at her boyfriend with wide eyes. John B lightly scowled at his best friend confused by his behavior his eyes shifted back to his girlfriend and light shuck his head silently telling her to “leave it “ assuming Jj’s in one of his moods. She lightly pressed her hand against Jj’s shoulder as she stood and made her way over to John B. Jj couldn’t help but feel clarity as she walked away from him, like he could breathe again however a small feeling inside of him longed for her to come back.

One night y/n hadn’t been able to sleep so she unwrapped her boyfriends arms from around her waist and went out to the front porch to smoke. As that usually seemed to calm her down when she felt this way. Unknowing to her, Jj had been feeling the same way. Lying wide awake facing the ceiling, thoughts running his mind and they all had the same common denominator which was indeed, his best friend’s girlfriend. The girl he’s barely spoken a few words to. It turns out great minds think alike as he finds himself walking towards the porch with a freshly rolled blunt in his hand.

The floorboards cracked underneath his feet which caused the attention of the young girl curled up on the couch to look up at the disruption. Jj stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw her sat there, the only thing his mind could comprehend at that moment was how fucking hot she looked smoking a blunt, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt which he recognized was John b’s. “Sorry i don’t know you were out here, i-uh i’ll just go” he quickly turned away planning on walking back inside the chateau and forgetting this ever happened. “Y’know, You don’t have to do that” she said whilst lifting one of her hands up to her face, taking another hit off her blunt. “Do what?” He asked her once he stopped and turned back around. “Leave as soon as you see me.” Jj turned his head towards the girl, to see that her attention was focused on the marsh. His insides feeling torn between walking back inside or sitting beside the girl which he so desperately wanted to do. “What are you looking at?” He asked her. “The water, the way the moon reflects its light on the water is so pretty” she said without moving her eyes from the spot she was fixated on.

Jj’s face immediately relaxed feeling most of his awkwardness slip away as he took a seat next to the girl and began to pull out his blunt from his front pocket. She suddenly clears her throat getting his attention as she offered him hers. “What’s the point in lighting another, save that for another time” she lightly winked at me. Jj swore he felt his heart beat quicken in pace and his face immediately redden. He smiled back at her as he lightly took the blunt from her delicate hand lingering ever so slightly as their fingers brush against each-other. They just sat in silence for the next few minutes sharing a blunt, as she ever so often looked out at the marsh which caused him to do the same thing. She was right. The way the light would reflect off the sky and hit the water was truly beautiful. But not as beautiful as the girl sat beside him. No! This is his best friends girlfriend he shouldn’t think of her in that way but he just couldn’t help it. “I think i owe you a bit of an apology.” Jj began to say, “ya think” she replied. He couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction matching the expression of the smiling girl on his side.

“Yeah I- um, i don’t really know what came over me, i- uh, i guess you could just say” Lie Jj. Lie. “I’m not use to John b having a girl round all the time” i said to her as she hung on to my every word. “Like he’s never stuck to one girl before. Usually he just fucks them and forgets them” i tell her honestly.

“Wow, i feel honored” she says back to me which caused a smile to appear on my face. I cant help it. I know i shouldn’t be feeling this way about my best friend’s girlfriend, i mean it’s just wrong. Not to mention I’ve only just met the girl, i don’t even know her that well but there’s something about her. I’ve never felt this way before. And of course it had to be for her if all people. “No i get it, you were we worried about your friend. Don’t worry i won’t break his heart.” She actually thought i’d be happy about that. I mean i-uh guess i am. I don’t wanna hurt John B but i wouldn’t be upset if they summarily harpooned and there weren’t together anymore. “Um yeah i guess” I quietly mumbled which i don’t think she heard. Thank fuck.

We had spent most of the night on the porch smoking, laughing about absolutely nothing. We even managed to move ourselves so we were more relaxed. She had moved so her back was facing the arm rest with a pillow supporting her as she faced me with her legs out situated on top of my lap. I was in a similar position with my hand on her leg. We were so high right now, i don’t think she minded that i was touching her in quite an intimate place. I did know what i was doing, like i knew that if John b were to walk out the front door and see my hands on her leg he would probably beat me up but… in this moment i didn’t really care. It was just me and her.

“Y’know when i first met John B, i low key thought he was quite annoying” she giggled in a slight daze, it was adorable to watch. I smiled at what she just said a bit of hope started to rise in my stomach as i thought the high had given her the courage to tell me if she had any doubts Shoot her and JB’s relationship, which i am all for. Since we finished her blunt, we had decided to use mine. So it’s safe to say we are so fucking high right now. It’s actually made me realize why I’ve been feeling this way, i like this girl. I actually like my best friends girlfriend, all i’ve wanted to do this past month I’ve known her was go up to her, hold her, kiss her but i couldn’t. I had to sit and watch John B do everything i wanted to do. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

“Phh, oh-yeah, he’s always been like that I don’t think he’ll ever stop” i can’t help but subconsciously smile everytime she goes to say something. She opens and shuts her mouth obviously wanting to say something but just doesn’t now how. “Go on, say what you wanna say. You can tell me anything” i leaned forward testing the waters and placing my hand higher up on her leg. I saw her eyes moved down to my hand i actually couldn’t tell what she was thinking. I didn’t know wether she liked the affection i was giving her or if she wanted me to stop. “There’s just something about him. I feel safe around him. Like over the past few months, if anything were to happen like if we saw a bunch of kooks or even if we were just crossing the street. He’d hold onto my hand” she placed her hand on top of mine and leaned forward. I visibly gulped as she came closer to my body. “He’d squeezes it twice” she squeezed my hand twice. Her face felt much closer to mine than it really was but that didn’t stop me from looking down at her lips. Imagining myself kissing her in this moment. All the thoughts surrounding John B and how he would feel if i kissed her went out the window. It was just me and her. No one else. “It was almost like he’s letting me know I’m safe, like I’m loved” After she said that my eyes snap back to meet hers. Her eyes weren’t looking at me she was looking out at the damn marsh again. I don’t like where this is going.

“I think i love him Jj”

“We sat on the beach last night and i told him the same thing i told you, about the way the moon reflects its light on the water and how pretty it looks. After i said what i said, he told me i was prettier than any of that.. I think that was the moment i knew. I love him. So much.”

Jj hasn’t sobered up that quickly in his life. He felt a sudden pressure behind his eyes after hearing her declare her love for his best friend. He could feel his eyes glaze over but he didn’t want her seeing that. “Maybe go tell him that then” Jj said, whilst trying so hard to avoid her ongoing gaze. He had removed his hands so that not one ounce of his body was touching hers. The instant warmth he felt from being so close to her quickly washing away and was replaced with a bitter breeze. “Your right Jj, I’m gunna tell him. Thank u for everything, I enjoyed tonight maybe we can do it again sometime” he sent her the fakest smile he could matter, as well as a small nod when he looked up at her. She had stood up ready to go back to her boyfriend but before she left she reached over and placed her lips on my cheek before heading through the doors of the chateau.

Well, I’m 100% fucked.

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