#afraid! jj maybank series

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Teenage Dirtbag XI

JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, mentions of blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

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You gasped when Rafe tightly squeezed your wrist, pinning it down beside your head as his other hand trailed down your sweaty frame. It was only the evening, but after hitting a few balls at the country club, he came back in a mood that resulted in him reaching for you the moment he made it to his room. Any other day, and you would’ve gone played your role perfectly.

…but JJ was right downstairs.

All of Sarah’s friends were congregated in the living room, so you made yourself scarce no matter how much you actually wanted to stick around. It’d been hard to avoid JJ’s watchful eye every time you went downstairs, recalling the feel of him on top of you and his hands on you. It was something you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for weeks—even while lying next to Rafe.

You were so conflicted…and not just because you were cheating on your boyfriend.

The whole situation with JJ felt…off. You hadn’t really wanted to go that far, and when JJ kept pushing, you were still unsure if you regretted giving in or not. Was he right when he said you were just scared because Rafe had mentally fucked you up so bad? Had you really just been afraid of the unknown? After all, up until that night, Rafe was the only guy you’d done practically anything with. Those things were very true…and yet you wondered if you should’ve forced yourself to go along with things you weren’t ready for like you had.

…because the truth was that you did enjoy lying underneath someone you felt safe with. When sleeping with Rafe and letting him touch you and returning the favor…you had never not been afraid. Your first time had been a drunk and bloody and violent mess. You didn’t know what it was like to be with someone you trusted and felt wholly comfortable with.

It was an entirely different experience.

Your conflicting feelings were too much, and it was something you wanted to talk to JJ about, but you could just never find the time. Rafe had been especially clingy as of late, and on the off chance he wasn’t, the rest of JJ’s friends happened to be around to where you couldn’t get him alone without arousing suspicion.

Like today.

Unable to get JJ alone, you were forced to basically do nothing but wait for Rafe.

Your boyfriend had been insatiable for almost an hour, twisting his hand into your hair and pulling your face closer the moment he walked into the room. Lying on his bed, you hadn’t had much choice but to slide your lips along the length of his cock, the only silver lining being when he returned the favor. You’d hoped that he would be quick…

“You’re so quiet,” he murmured into the crook of your neck, hips snapping against yours. “What’s wrong?”

When your boyfriend pulled back to look at you, you only shook your head.

“Nothing…”

There was a slight furrow between his brows, and you didn’t like the look that passed over his features.

“You know I like hearing you,” he said, pulling his lip between his teeth. “…and it’s not like we’re at Topper or Kelce’s.”

You swallowed, and his hand tightened on your wrist.

“Is this about Sarah’s dumbass friends downstairs?”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“No…I…” you licked your lips. “Not really.”

Rafe had stopped moving, holding himself inside of you as he looked over your face.

“Not really…?” he repeated, eyebrow raised.

Glancing around the ceiling, you sighed.

“I’d just feel embarrassed…”

It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. You would feel embarrassed about Sarah’s friends hearing you, but you especially didn’t want to think about JJ hearing you. Obvious reasons aside, JJ was the only one to know about what your relationship with Rafe was actually like. You didn’t want to imagine what he’d think.

Rafe scoffed.

“Who gives a fuck about them? This is my house,” he said, tone cocky as he leaned in to kiss you. “Besides…”

He slowly pulled his hips back before thrusting back into you just as slow.

“Let them hear what I do to you.”

His tone was sinister, a mocking lilt to his voice as he started to snap his hips against yours again. When you bit your lip, his movements grew rough, and you sharply inhaled. His hair brushed your forehead as he leaned in, and you couldn’t avoid his eye.

“I’ll fuck you all night if I have to.”

The warning was clear, and when he pushed his cock into you again, you didn’t swallow down your moan this time. As embarrassing as it was, the shame eventually left you when Rafe started pounding into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. At some point, you found yourself on your knees, fingers clutching the sheets and the pillows as he thrust into you from behind.

His hands were tight on your hips, and a mewl climbed out of your throat with every push of his hips.

When he leaned over you—chest pressing against your back—his hand snaked its way around your throat. His grip was tight, making you gasp and making your eyes roll. You reached up to cover his hand with your own, flinching when his teeth grazed your ear.

“You like that?” he wondered, and at your nod, he leaned down to nip at the skin of your neck. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

“You,” you gasped.

He hummed, a question in his tone, and he only seemed satisfied when you moaned his name. Pushing you down, he had you pinned, hips slapping against you as he repeated the question. Understanding what he wanted, you moaned his name again. And again. And again. Rafe only seemed satisfied when you were practically screaming his name, hand tight on your throat while the other dug into your hip and thigh.

When you came, you were shouting his name, and you heard him groan yours into your ear when he came too. You shuddered at the feel of him filling you up, shuddering at the stickiness between your thighs and the cum dripping around his cock and onto your folds. Laying you completely down, Rafe kissed down your back as he pulled out of you, telling you he was going to take a shower.

You wanted one too more than anything, but Rafe had a habit of commencing round two whenever you joined him under the water.

Instead, you took the time to roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling as you pulled the sheet over your chest. As great as the sex was with Rafe—when it was consensual—you couldn’t help but to compare it to your time alone with JJ. Thinking back, you’d always thought your former friends were lying when they talked about other things being better than sex depending on the guy.

…but JJ’s fingers and his lips had sparked more excitement than anything Rafe did.

You knew why, and it made you sigh. Resigning yourself to everything with Rafe had been so much easier when you didn’t know what you were missing. You did now, though, and you weren’t sure how you were going to continue to pretend with no problem. Dealing with Rafe’s abuse didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world when you didn’t know how much better ‘better’ could be.

The fact that the ‘better’ was right downstairs had your heart skipping a beat, and as much as you wanted to go downstairs again just to see his face, you weren’t quite ready to face him after he’d so clearly heard Rafe fucking you.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

You wiped your face, crossing your arms over your chest as JJ pleadingly gazed at you. The pool house was quiet save for your occasional sniffle, and you were still when the blond reached for you—not quite rejecting him, but not quite accepting his advances either. There was still some dried blood under his nose, and the skin under his eye was already beginning to bruise.

All of it was evidence of his actions not even an hour ago.

Against your better judgement, you went along with Rafe to a small party on the beach. You’d texted JJ to see in advance if he was going to be there, seeing as the answer to that would determine your own actions, but you’d gotten no response. Hence, your own slight shock at seeing none other than a familiar blond talking to Kie.

You’d looked away the moment his eyes met yours.

Rafe—and you by extension—had kept his distance, but you hadn’t exactly anticipated JJ to be the one to start trouble tonight. Rafe had been talking to some friends that weren’t Kelce or Topper, his hand tight on your waist as he held you close. Per usual, you’d been quiet, just sipping on a beer you didn’t even like as your gaze roamed over the beach.

Your boyfriend had been shoved out of nowhere.

Before either of you had time to react, JJ was on him, throwing punches and taking you by surprise. No amount of yelling could get him to get off, and even when Rafe eventually got his bearings and started fighting back, blood was already smeared under his nose and on his lips. While Rafe’s friends tried to join in and make it unfair, John B. and Pope only tried to break it up.

You didn’t understand what happened, only able to look on in horror as your boyfriends fought.

When JJ slammed Rafe’s head into the sand, your heart jumped. There was a look on the younger blonde’s face like he could kill, and for a moment, you thought that he could. You hadn’t forgotten what he’d said to you in Rafe’s kitchen that day, and you didn’t want to acknowledge the way a brief bout of relief filled you at the thought of him actually killing Rafe. The feeling scared you, so much so that it made your stomach turn, and all relief was gone the moment you imagined JJ in jail.

You only wanted Pope and John B. to get him off of him.

When they did, they struggled to hold him back, and Rafe’s friends fared no better, your boyfriend determined to get his hands on JJ. You’d only been able to look between them, eyes lingering on JJ as he was pulled away. You hadn’t missed his brief glance towards you and the venom you saw there. You were only pulled from the trance by the feel of Sarah grabbing your arm.

“Are you okay? You didn’t get caught up in that, did you?”

You’d shaken your head, and she’d angrily tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Kie will drive you home,” she’d said. “I’m sure Rafe won’t take much convincing.”

She wasn’t wrong.

Your boyfriend was huffing and darting his eyes every which way when Sarah proposed she make sure you get straight home. Even if your boyfriend hadn’t said it, you knew what he was thinking. He still had a fight in his eyes, and you knew that whenever he made it to The Cut, if he didn’t find JJ, he would settle for either of his friends.

That was exactly what you told the blond the moment you walked through the pool house, positive as to where he’d found refuge.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I don’t know why…”

JJ trailed off, running his hands through his already messy hair.

“No…”

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

“I know exactly why I did that.”

He moved closer to you, jaw clenched as he gazed at you.

“I hate that everyone thinks he’s such a great boyfriend,” he sneered. “I hate that he can just walk into a party with you on his arm like he doesn’t treat you like absolute shit!”

Your face fell, and your gaze found the floor.

“God, seeing you standing there…? Like his little accessory or something? Just hanging on his arm without even being acknowledged like you aren’t even a person?” he wondered. “It made me angrier than expected.”

You sighed at that, some of your own irritation dissipating.

“JJ,” you exhaled, sadly looking at him. “You can’t let that bother you.”

“…but it does!”

His voice bounced off of the walls.

“It’s not fucking fair,” his voice was quieter, now, hand coming up to rest on your arm. “It’s not fair that he gets to treat you like that…and have you too.”

You could see it then—there in his gaze—that this wasn’t just sparked by tonight.

Closing your eyes, you sighed again.

“I can’t exactly…refuse to have sex with him JJ,” you softly whispered, slowly meeting his gaze.

You could see that it bothered him, disgust and anger flitting over his features.

“The rest of them were making jokes and pretending to gag,” he gradually replied. “…but all I could think about was him giving you a black eye…and then having sex with you weeks later.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself.

“So you fought him?”

“What else can I do?” he seriously wondered, giving you a look. “…until I can figure out how to get you away from him…I have to settle for kicking his ass.”

You couldn’t even focus on everything JJ said, lips parting as you blinked at him.

“Get me away from him? JJ,” you lightly scoffed. “I…”

Of course, you wanted that, but Rafe was…Rafe. Rafe Cameron, son of Ward Cameron and equally as rich as you. You didn’t want to imagine the things he could get away with considering what he’d already gotten away with. You recalled Ward’s convincing tone that day you’d called the cops on your boyfriend, telling you everything that you already knew. You especially remembered Rafe’s hands on your throat one night, threatening to kill you if you ever left him.

You’d long accepted your fate of walking on eggshells around Rafe forever.

“Are you telling me you don’t want to get away from him?” the blond wondered, fingers grazing the skin of your cheek.

“I do,” you told him, shaking your head. “You know that I do, but… I have no way of…”

Your words trailed off as JJ shushed you, his other hand coming up to rest on the other side of your face. His nose brushed against yours as he leaned in, foreheads touching too. His thumbs traced circles into your cheeks as he closed his eyes.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he whispered, lips brushing yours as he spoke. “I’m going to get you out.”

He pressed his lips to yours, and you thought about Rafe on The Cut looking for JJ, none the wiser to the fact that he was with you.

“I promise you.”

Ward and Rose’s party was in full swing, and yet you found yourself on your fifth drink of the night on the back porch. Rafe was especially irritating, going on and on about JJ, and unable to take it anymore, you’d slipped away to find comfort in your solitude. Since Topper and Kelce weren’t privy to what went down the other night, Rafe had to let them in on all the sordid details, and you couldn’t stand it.

That same night JJ had kissed you for what felt like hours, eventually letting you go once you reminded him that Rafe wouldn’t be out looking for him forever. It was reluctant, but he eventually kissed you one last time. It was still on your mind when Rafe finally came back, still angry at JJ and choosing to take it out on you, kisses rough as he pulled at your clothes.

He’d only seemed satisfied when you came around him for a second time, exhausted and milking him dry.

This feud or whatever between Kooks and Pogues had always been ongoing, but your relationship with JJ only added another complicated layer to it all. While Rafe thought the other blond was just being an asshole, you knew better. You knew that JJ was angry with Rafe’s treatment of you and saw himself as defending your honor or something.

You would’ve found it flattering if it didn’t worry you so much.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a familiar hand on your elbow, and you hadn’t even heard Rafe come outside. When you looked at his face, you could see the boredom all over it, and so you weren’t shocked when he said:

“We’re heading to Top’s.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, and you didn’t have any choice but to follow along as he pulled you through his house. The two familiar guys were already in his truck when you made it outside, and you could only stare out the window when you slid in next to Topper. You tried to ignore the way Rafe’s words slurred as he got behind the wheel, sipping on your own drink.

You could faintly hear him complaining to the other two about Rose’s ‘awful party’ and needing to ‘hit a few lines’. You rolled your eyes, not enthusiastic to be with Rafe and his friends while they snorted whatever up their noses. Despite his inebriation and irritation, Rafe still helped you out of the truck once he arrived. However, you figured out why when his lips immediately covered yours.

“Maybe you can cheer me up, hmm?” he wondered against your lips before pulling you along.

You almost tripped over the end of your dress, and you watched Rafe loosen his tie as he followed the other two inside. The atmosphere was immediately different, Kelce looking for something on his phone to play while Topper headed to the kitchen for more drinks. If you were going to halfway stomach the three of them at once, you’d need another.

While you went to the bathroom, you resisted the urge to text JJ.

Rafe was drunk—and was about to snort a line or two of coke—so his behavior was going to be extra unpredictable. The last thing you needed was for the blond to inquire about why you were on your phone so much and snatch it from you. You really didn’t want to imagine how that would go, shuddering at the thought, and you pressed your hands to your forehead.

Gazing into the mirror, you thought to yourself that you would’ve never thought this was your life a year ago—hell six months ago.

There was a time where you barely even knew JJ Maybank’s name, and now…now he was…what? Your second boyfriend? Your lover? Your guy on the side? Never mind the fact that you’d been too terrified of Rafe to even entertain the thought, but… There was a time where the thought of cheating on Rafe would’ve made you sick.

You felt your eyes burn, and you pressed your hand to your mouth.

You and Rafe were so far from how you’d started out, and while the abuse had certainly made you realize that, your recent actions only drove it home. You’d been sneaking around with someone that wasn’t your boyfriend. You’d been spending the night with him and kissing him and letting him touch you. The reality of just how far your relationship had fallen made you want to cry…

…and now JJ was talking about getting you out.

The thought was terrifying because…how? How was JJ—with his limited resources—going to do what you couldn’t? The thought of not being with Rafe anymore felt so relieving…but equally as scary. Rafe was all you’d ever known, although, you supposed that was no longer the case, and you reminded yourself that JJ told you not to worry about it.

It was easier said than done.

When you made it back downstairs, music reached your ears, and the sight of Rafe snorting a line off of the coffee table met your eyes. Ignoring him, you made your way to the kitchen, quickly finding yourself a drink. The night was going as it usually did, and for once you were happy to be ignored until Rafe remembered your presence.

You had too much on your mind.

You were on your third drink since coming to Topper’s when you finally found a seat on the couch. You tried to ignore how you stumbled, resisting the urge to roll your eyes as Rafe’s words reached your ears.

“…and the piece of shit just pushes me,” he scoffed. “For no reason.”

“What else can you expect from Pogues, man,” Kelce chimed in, shaking his head.

“The next time I see JJ, I swear to God, I’m going to make him swallow his fucking teeth.”

At that you did huff…and Rafe noticed.

The room grew quiet, but you figured that all the alcohol in your system made it hard to notice.

“Problem…?”

When you glanced up, Rafe’s familiar blue eyes were on you. Kelce and Topper were conveniently looking anywhere else, and you gave a humorless chuckle at their cowardice. You didn’t miss how blown your boyfriend’s pupils were.

“I just think it’s stupid…all of this fighting and back and forth,” you took another sip. “You find him and beat him up? Then what?”

You shrugged.

“He starts another fight the next time he sees you, and so on?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to get it.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” you agreed. “It’s stupid.”

At that, Rafe’s face twitched, and you watched him sit his drink down.

“You almost sound like you’re defending him…”

You were way more drunk than you’d intended, but his tone and the glint in his eye warned you off—your inebriation not making you lose your common sense.

“I’m not defending anyone,” you said after a tense pause. “It just seems unnecessarily violent.”

You thought about how angry JJ had been the other night, the look in his eyes, and you shuddered. You really didn’t want to see JJ and Rafe fight again—ever again if you had any say. Rafe only scoffed at your words before standing and making his way over to you. When he reached for your drink, you held it out of reach, and it was his turn to huff this time.

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” was all he murmured when he leaned in.

“…because I think it’s stupid to not just let this go?” you wondered with a frown. “God forbid you decide to act your age.”

His hand was circling your chin before you realized it, and you heard Topper lightly murmur his name. Your boyfriend stared you down, both of you just holding each other’s gazes as his fingers pressed into your skin. The room felt too quiet and too tense, and you searched his eyes, almost daring him to do something in front of his friends.

Listening to Top, Rafe let you go.

“Maybe I should take you home,” he sneered. “You’re ruining the mood, and nobody wants to hear your Kumbaya bullshit.”

His hand was on your arm, yanking you up, and he paid little attention to how you swayed. Rafe only cared about pulling you along, telling his friends he’d be back. You stumbled a few times in your heels, almost tripping over your dress, but Rafe just continued to force you outside. He practically shoved you into his truck, uncaring if you even pulled your dress inside of the vehicle all the way.

The moment he was next to you, you were unsurprised by the feel of his hand digging into your arm.

“What the hell is your problem? Huh?”

“I don’t have a-.”

“Bullshit!” he spat, shoving you away and starting the truck. “You’re practically defending JJ—telling me to let this go when he’s the one who snaked me.”

You knew that he wasn’t entirely wrong to want retaliation against what he believed to be an unprovoked act of violence, but you just couldn’t get that image out of your head. That glint in JJ’s eyes. If Rafe and JJ fought again, you were worried that someone was seriously going to get hurt, and if it was Rafe, there was no doubt in your mind he’d make JJ’s life hell.

Despite the alcohol and coke in his system, Rafe managed to safely pull into your driveway.

“You should probably drink some water when you get inside,” he mockingly said. “Sloppy drunk isn’t sexy.”

“Fuck you,” you sighed.

The slap was loud in the truck, and your cheek burned beneath your hand when you touched it. You didn’t know if the alcohol made the pain less or worse, and you blinked away tears. Some still escaped though, and you pulled your lip between your teeth as you sniffed.

“Hopefully you’ll have pulled yourself together by the morning,” Rafe murmured, unlocking the truck. “You know I hate when you get like this.”

Stumbling out of the vehicle, you made sure to slam the door behind you.

Rafe didn’t even wait around to watch you go inside, backing out of the driveway just as more tears fell. Your face stung more when the air hit it, and you sniffed, searching in your purse for your keys. Your parents were still at the Camerons’, and considering it was actually still pretty early in the night, you figured they would be for a few more hours. When you dropped the clutch, you cursed, and you were just about to bend down to get it when another hand beat you to it.

“Jesus!”

You might’ve fallen if he hadn’t reached out to grab you.

“No, JJ,” he teased, but his face fell as he really looked at you.

His hand tightened when you swayed, keeping you from falling, and his other hand reached out to hold you too.

“Hey…hey, are you okay?”

You touched your forehead.

“I’m fine,” you sighed. “Just the average night with Rafe Cameron.”

You wiped your face again, and JJ pulled you against him.

“Did he hurt you?”

The question made you laugh, and you reached for your purse again with a shrug.

“I don’t even know if a slap counts anymore,” you choked out with a bitter smile. “Ending the evening with only a slap is considered a good day.”

You could feel yourself crying again—you blamed the alcohol—and you didn’t protest when JJ took your keys. Rafe was long gone, so you let JJ guide you inside, a hand on your waist as he closed the door behind him. When you stumbled in your heels, it was a reminder that you were wearing them, and JJ bent down to help you take them off. You swayed when you put your foot down, and JJ steadied you as he rose.

“Let’s get you upstairs…”

You let him lean you on him, moving towards the staircase.

“It takes almost nothing to get him mad,” you murmured after a few moments, recalling his ire. “I don’t even know what I was thinking drinking so much tonight.”

You always had to be on high alert with Rafe—always had to be hyperaware and hyper focused on every single expression and word and change in body language. There was no relaxing around Rafe ever, and the thought made more tears fall. When you made it to your room, you immediately sat on the floor, dropping your face into your hands.

JJ softly called your name.

“You know that he grabbed me tonight…and Topper and Kelce barely did anything?”

You looked up at the blond as he sadly looked down at you, jaw clenching at that.

“…and I’d like to think that they would do something if he did much worse,” you slowly said. “…but the truth is…”

You shrugged at him.

“I don’t know,” you confessed. “They never speak out against him, so I don’t know why I’d ever expect that where I’m concerned.”

JJ moved to sit down next to you.

“Especially since they barely even acknowledge me on a regular basis.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m sorry,” you tearfully told him, shaking your head when he protested. “I don’t…”

“Don’t apologize for talking to me about this—any of this,” JJ firmly told you, taking your hands. “I wanna hate him for leaving you alone this drunk, but…”

JJ pressed his lips to your cheek.

“He’s probably the last person you should be with,” he whispered, pulling away slightly.

His blue eyes searched yours, and you blinked at him. You could see so many emotions pass over his features, anger being the most prominent, and JJ’s gaze hardened.

“I should kick his ass again-.”

“JJ,” you admonished.

“I should,” he said with a smile, kissing you. “I should do to him exactly what he does to you.”

Your drunk brain knew that JJ was in your bedroom and kissing you, but you couldn’t quite make sense of it. Your face still stung, and your chest still felt heavy, but all you could really focus on was the kiss. JJ kissed you like he missed you, and you supposed that you missed him too. When one of his hands rested on the back of your neck—the other on the zipper of your dress—you touched his chest.

“JJ…”

He gently shushed you, leaning in towards you more.

“It’ll be okay…”

“I don’t… I don’t think this is smart,” you told him, pulling away. “Rafe could easily decide to come back, and I…”

You bit your lip, eyeing him.

“I don’t want this going too far.”

JJ brushed his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling on it a bit.

“Trust me,” was all he said, kissing you again.

You did, but you knew that this wasn’t something you were prepared to handle yet. You wouldn’t be able to take anything back, and you weren’t mentally nor emotionally ready to walk around looking Rafe in the eye and pretending like you hadn’t had sex with someone else. You were already cheating on him, this was true, but sleeping with JJ just felt like the point of no return…and not just because of Rafe.

Rafe was unfortunately the only man you’d ever been with, and you weren’t able to get past that mental barrier.

“JJ,” you protested, words slurred. “Wait…”

Your back was pressed to the floor, JJ’s frame pinning yours down as he kissed you. Your movements were sluggish and weak, the alcohol in your system hindering them. It was hard to tell if you were actively trying to push him away and was just failing, or if you simply weren’t trying, at all because you didn’t want to.

Everything was so confusing.

The sound of the zipper on your dress was loud in the otherwise quiet room, and you shuddered when the air hit you. When JJ kissed you again, your thoughts halted momentarily, and you blinked up at the ceiling when his lips trailed down to your throat. The room was tilting, and you squeezed your eyes shut. The feeling of his lips on your chest and then your stomach made you shudder, and you pressed your hands to your forehead when you felt him yanking your underwear down.

Your next protest was forgotten when he tasted you.

Your chest arched, and you gasped, wide eyes on the ceiling. JJ’s tongue slid between your folds and across your clit while his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place. His mouth on you was making your head spin, and too many thoughts were racing around in your head. You wanted to push him away…but you also wanted to pull him closer. You wanted to moan, but some part of you also wanted to swallow down every sound that threatened to come up.

Alcohol completely settled in your system, your vision went in and out, and the next time you blinked, JJ’s lips were touching yours. You could taste yourself on them, and you drunkenly hummed. The blond was saying something to you, but you could only halfway focus, slowly blinking at him.

“You’re okay,” he softly repeated.

You realized why when all of your senses came back into focus, and you felt yourself pushing against his chest. It was weak, anyway, positive that JJ could bat your hand away if he wanted to. Instead, he only kissed you again, deeply inhaling and reaching between you. When you felt the tip of him grazing your thigh, a shiver crawled up your spine.

You turned your head when he pressed open mouthed kisses along the expanse of your throat, shifting as he completely got rid of his pants, now. One hand kept himself hovering over you while the other reached behind his head to pull at his shirt. You shuddered again when his bare chest met yours. It was only just hitting you that you were about to have sex with someone that wasn’t Rafe…

…and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

JJ was slow when he entered you. He took his time in pushing his cock into you inch by inch, and you didn’t know if he was giving you time to adjust or simply savoring the moment. Maybe both. You heard him sigh—you did too—and your nails pressed into his arm. When his hips firmly rested against yours, he held himself there, pausing and just basking in the feel of you wrapped around him.

You were also getting used to the feeling.

While he seemed to be just as long as Rafe, you weren’t prepared for the stretch, and you involuntarily moved your hips. The action made JJ hiss, and he pressed his forehead to yours. His breathing—like yours—was uneven, and he only started to move once he calmed himself down a bit. Pulling his hips back until only the tip of him remained, JJ swiftly thrust into you.

You softly yelped, hanging onto him, and JJ adopted a slow and steady pace. Your dress and the carpet beneath you were soft against your back, and JJ hummed as he sank into you. Your entire body felt abuzz with energy, and it fought with the alcohol in your system. Every push of his hips had you gasping, and when JJ lifted his head, his blue gaze held yours.

You were still really confused—the room tilting around you—but you trusted JJ way more than you ever trusted Rafe. Despite the fact that this was not what you wanted for your evening, your body slowly relaxed underneath his with every thrust. Despite everything, you weren’t scared, and those feelings heavily conflicted with your uncertainty surrounding this.

You hadn’t wanted this…but now all you could think about was JJ’s smooth thrusts and his efforts to push you both over the edge. You hadn’t wanted this, but you forgot why when JJ trailed his lips over your throat, sighing when you threw your head back. Your lips parted, a choked moan escaping as he curved his hips against yours.

JJ was being so gentle with you, and it was what stood out to you the most.

Then again, maybe everything felt good because you were drunk. You felt so light, like you were floating, and your lashes fluttered. JJ’s hand curved against your waist, holding you as he continued to fuck you, while the other ran up and down your side. He was saying something to you, and it took you a moment to focus.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured against your lips, kissing you again. “Do you feel okay?”

When you gave him a nod, he smiled against your lips.

“I told you,” he whispered, cock stretching you out and sliding along your walls. “It’ll be okay.”

You moaned his name, chest arching up into his. He cursed as he held you tighter, and you wrapped your arms around him.

When you came around him, JJ kept moving against you, fucking you and plunging his cock into you. You clung to him as you shuddered, gasping and toes curling. When you squeezed your eyes shut, you saw stars, and JJ murmured soft praises into your ear. His movements prolonged your climax, the overstimulation making you shudder, and JJ only slid his hand under you to fist the hair at the nape of your neck.

When he forced your head back, his teeth grazed your neck, head drifting towards your collarbone.

“I want you to think about me every time you’re with him.”

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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter Three: An Odd Alliance

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Twin Brother JJ! x Maybank! Reader, rafe Cameron! x maybank!reader (all over 18)

TW:pregnancy, I actually think thats it

Summary: You and Rafe talk things out and JJ and John B realize something.

Word Count:1.9k

Rafe showing up at the chateau is the last thing you expected, and probably the worst thing he could've done. 

The sentiment isn't lost on you, but it's been less than ten minutes since JJ found out the truth. Even though he made a promise, you have to admit it's tempting when Rafe just offered himself up on a silver platter. 

"You son of a bitch!"

You know your brother better than anyone, which is exactly why your hand flies out to stop him before he can even lunge. Your back is turned, but you know you were right when you feel his chest slam into your forearm. 

"Okay, I think we should step aside."

It's less of a suggestion and more of an instruction as you glare at your brother, and Rafe lets you lead the way. 

You start toward the chateau and don't stop until you're seated on the bed in the guest room, far away from prying eyes and ears. 

You stare up at the man expectantly, your arms crossed over your chest as if it'll protect your heart from further damage.

Rafe is the perfect image of anxiety as he paces the room gnawing on his lip until you're sure it's going to bleed. His hands fidget as he plays with the ring on his forefinger, and you swear you can see the faint beginnings of sweat on his forehead. 

He practiced in his head the whole way over, but being in front of you now it all seems to be slipping his mind. He has so much to say, yet no words to express it. 

This is the side of Rafe no one sees; even you've only experienced it one other time after he had a fight with Ward. 

It's part of why you kept sleeping with him; he's so human like this. It becomes painfully obvious once the armor comes off that deep down Rafe is traumatized and longing for someone to understand him. 

To love him and choose him. 

Under the snarky cruelty, he's just a person. It's not that Rafe can't be vulnerable or show his emotions; it's that he's afraid to. 

For as long as he could talk he's had it drilled into his head that 'Cameron's don't cry' and that one day he'll be the man of the family. He had so much put on him at such a young age, it's no wonder he crumbled under the pressure. 

The forgotten child that can never seek guidance, but is punished and ridiculed when they make the wrong choice. 

You wait patiently for him to calm down, but when he doesn't, your hand reaches out and grabs his. He halts his movements, his eyes fluttering closed as your calmness seems to transfer to him. 

His panic starts to subside and unbeknownst to both of you, his heartbeat slowly syncs with yours. He just breathes for a moment before kneeling in front of you. 

Seeing Rafe open up willingly is something you would never expect, but apparently finding out you're having a child changes you in an instant. 

He isn't sure what he wants, but he's dead set on what he doesn't want. He doesn't want his kid to grow up fatherless and asking questions. 

He doesn't want you to go through this alone and he doesn't want to try and sleep at night not knowing every little thing about how your pregnancy is going. 

He doesn't want to be left wondering; forced to imagine what his son or daughter is like as he pretends they don't exist. 

"I'm sorry I left earlier. I freaked out and I didn't want to snap at you." 

His voice is so gentle it makes your head spin, and your hand reaches up to caress his now stubbled cheek in an admittedly intimate gesture. 

"It's okay. I kind of dropped it on you. I'd rather you walk away and cool off than start a fight. Just tell me that next time."

He nods his head and passes over your use of the phrase next time. He hopes this doesn't happen again; he hates the idea of walking away from you no matter the circumstances.

"I took some time to think, and I want you to know I'm here. I don't know what we are or what you want us to be, but we can figure it out as we go. I want to be around for every single thing, whether it's holding your hair back or going out to get you food ten times in one night."

You mull over his confession and swallow the lump in your throat. Your silence seems to last forever and Rafe gets more nervous with every second. 

You could easily tell him to fuck off and he couldn't do a damn thing about it except try to change your mind. Something in him knows you wouldn't do that though. 

"Okay. You can be as involved as you want and we can see where the relationship goes. But Rafe, once you decide you're all in you can't back out. I'm not doing the one foot in one foot out bullshit. So are you sure?"

He doesn't hesitate before answering, his head turning to press a kiss to your palm.

"I'm sure. I'm 100% all in."

The smile you give him is blinding and you nod your head. 

"Okay then."

He leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back with wide eyes. 

"Shit, I'm sorry. I've just gotten so used to-"

You cut him off with a giggle and give him a peck. 

"It's okay, Rafe. I don't mind."

You see him visibly relax at your reassurance and grab his hand before standing. You can practically feel the nerves rolling off him in waves as you lead him back to the group, your brother and John B leaping to their feet as soon as they see you. 

"Down, boys. We talked it out, everything is fine. He's going to be involved as much as he can."

JJ eyes Rafe suspiciously, his gaze scrutinizing every inch of his body as it travels all the way down to his feet and back up.

"So are you two together or what?" 

You look at Rafe before turning to John B and shrugging your shoulders. 

"Or what. We're figuring it out as we go."

He doesn't mention the fact your hands are laced together, or the pure adoration in Rafe's eyes as they stay glued to your figure. 

"If you even think about hurting her-"

Rafe cuts JJ off with a curt nod and clears his throat. 

"I'm dead, I get it. Trust me, bro, that's one thing you and I see eye to eye on."

JJ's lip quirks for a fraction of a second, and you know that everything is going to be okay. You make your way over to your original seat, JJ and Rafe taking their places on either side of you. Rafe figures he might as well get acquainted seeing as he's tied to the group for the rest of his life now. 

"So," Sarah starts, and everyone adjusts to face her. 

"Have you been to the doctor yet?"

You shake your head and your eyes flit to look at Rafe, a relieved expression blanketing his face. 

"No, I just found out today. I haven't had a chance to make an appointment."

Rafe squeezes your hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. 

"We can call tomorrow. I want to be there."

JJ and John B share a look at the sweet gesture, taken aback at how domestic Rafe is acting. They've seen him around with a lot of women, and not once has he ever shown any form of affection. 

It doesn't go unnoticed the way you lean into his touch, the same sparkle in your eyes when you look at Rafe that he has when looking at you. They silently wonder if the two of you know, but the way your eyes quickly avert when you catch either staring tells them you don't. 

JJ can't stop himself from asking the question everyone is thinking, his curiosity and nosiness getting the best of him. 

"How long has this been going on? Does anyone else know?"

You stare at the ground as you answer, not wanting to see the pain you know is going to be on your brother's face. 

"About six months. No one else knows."

You already know exactly what JJ looks like as you hear him exhale a long sharp breath. He can't believe that not only were you sleeping with the enemy, but that you hid it for half a year. He thought the two of you were closer than that. 

Granted, he knows he wouldn't have reacted in the best way; that much was proven tonight. Still, he assumed you knew he would love you no matter what. 

"Wait, so what are you gonna tell Dad?"

Sarah's voice cuts through the air like a hot knife through butter and sinks straight into your chest. You hadn't thought about that yet; the mere idea has panic crawling up your throat. 

Rafe has though, and he seems prepared as he spits out his response the second she's done speaking. 

"The truth. I'm a grown man, and if he doesn't like it then he can shove it."

He says it so casually that it almost brings you comfort. Almost.

"Rafe, he hates Pogues. But a Maybank of all people? He's going to do everything in his power to stop this, and I think we both know that his reach is pretty much unlimited."

Your voice trembles as you speak the words out loud, and Rafe has you wrapped in his arms in an instant. 

"Hey, I'm a Cameron too. He isn't going to hurt you, I promise. I'll make sure of that." 

You can't help but feel his words have an underlying meaning, but you don't press the subject. You know Rafe has been involved in some shady shit, to say the least, and you don't want to know how far he's willing to go to make good on his promise. 

You nod into his shoulder, your breathing subconsciously matching his as you calm down from your impending anxiety attack. 

"You know you have to tell him soon, right? I mean, word travels fast on the island and it's gonna be a lot worse if he hears it through the grapevine." 

Rafe and JJ both shoot Sarah a harsh glare, and she raises her hands defensively as the two men stare at her like Dobermans ready to attack.

"I'm just trying to be the voice of reason."

You feel Rafe heave a breath and nuzzle further into him. 

"We can go to the appointment first and confirm everything, then tell him." You decide and Rafe kisses the top of your head with a nod. 

"Sounds good to me."

The night wraps up and Rafe is about to head out when he's stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turns around and comes face to face with your brother, mentally bracing for whatever's about to happen. 

"I can see that you care about her, so as far as I'm concerned, we're cool. We can't change the situation and I don't want any more bad blood in my family. That being said, if your dad so much as looks at her sideways, I'm going to rip his eyes out." 

JJ's expecting a snarky response, and his eyebrows shoot up when Rafe looks as serious as he does. 

"You'll have to beat me to it."

At that, Rafe turns on his heel and climbs into his truck, leaving behind a stunned JJ.

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FLUFF ALPHABET

PAIRING‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [2.7k] Fluff Alphabet for JJ. Template from @snk-warriors

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, might be some suggestive stuff

A/N‧₊˚ A lil something while I work on chapter 8 of my JJ series.

˗ˏˋ jj masterlist ˎˊ˗

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Life on The Cut isn’t exactly luxury so you make do with what you have. If it’s something with the whole group, it’s probably a kegger or hanging out at The Wreck. If JJ wants it to just be you two, he’d try his best to set up something you both like because he just wants to be with you. That can be spending a whole day at the beach and acting like two idiots in love or sitting in his room at The Chateau scrolling on your phone and just cuddling with each other.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He thinks you’re like out of this world, stunningly, beautiful (obviously) but he’d have to say he loves your eyes because he’s learned to read your emotions just from them alone. He loves the little glint they get when you’re happy or excited, the crinkles when you laugh so hard that you double over. He just loves them because they suit you so well.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He keeps it to himself, mainly, but JJ has a had a few panic attacks himself, especially growing up with his father. However, this doesn’t make him an expert on how to handle them with other people. When it first happened, you didn’t really want his help and he truthfully didn’t know how to help you. He was scared but he toughed it out and actually, surprisingly, did research on how to help other people through them. When you’re just sad in general, he’ll let you talk about it, cry into his shirt if you need to while holding you tight and pressing kisses to your forehead. Once you’ve calmed down a little bit, he’ll crack a joke to get a laugh or smile out of you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

It took JJ a while to realize where your relationship was headed. It wasn’t a bad thing but he was kind of like “Damn, I really love this girl”. He had to get used to the idea of a future with someone and not seeing himself as a complete fuck-up, which you assure him he isn’t. You both talk about how many kids you want, whether you want to stay in the OBX or move, etc. He honestly doesn’t care as long as he’s with you and you’re happy, as cheesy as it sounds.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

JJ is the dominant one. 100%. He isn’t aggressive or demanding. More in like a caring and slightly possessive way. His insecurities can get the best of him sometimes, I will admit. Times when he’ll catch someone staring at you a little too long and suddenly his featherlight grip around your waist is holding you against him to the point where you’re almost melting into one another. He’ll defend your name to no end because you’re his girl and he won’t let anyone talk down on you no matter what. And he stands firm on the basis that you can “do whatever you want because he can fight”.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It depends. JJ doesn’t like loosing people but he's also not a pushover. He won’t forgive you just because he’s afraid of loosing you. If it’s something small, he’ll be stubborn but one of you will cave and apologize. It always happens. If it’s a big argument that went way too far, the pogues may have to get involved for some kind of reconciliation because no matter how stubborn or not you are, JJ will avoid you like the plague because you either hurt his feelings real bad and he’s overthinking or he said some fucked up shit to you and thinks that you hate him for it.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Absolutely. Growing up on The Cut and in the household he was dealt, JJ is grateful for everything you have given him. And I mean everything. He may not say it but he tries to show it. He’s grateful for how you help him through his emotions down to the way you bring him a smoothie or snacks from the gas station every time you come by The Chateau because you know he probably hasn’t eaten or drank much since he woke up. 

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He has some. He doesn’t like it but he’ll do it if it spares you the headache. Like the whole stealing from Barry thing? Yeah, you weren’t there for that and he was not going to let what he did get back to you in any way, shape, or form. For fear that you would be disappointed in him or it might rope you into the BS they’d managed to get themselves deeper into. But if it poses no threat to you, it’s all cards on the table.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You changed each other, honestly. You got JJ to settle down, which took almost the whole island by surprise. He was a party boy (and a bit of a player, let’s not kid ourselves), so when he started turning down tourons and ignoring these picture perfect girls, it was kind of like “okay, what the hell?”. He changed you by getting you to be more open and outgoing. JJ is totally a golden-retriever type and isn’t much of homebody. So, dating him really got you out of your shell.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

At first, hell yeah. JJ battled a lot of insecurities. Now, don’t get me wrong. The man knew he was attractive. The issue was his status on the island; A pogue with little to nothing to his name. He thought you could find someone so much better and it wouldn’t be long before you did. You helped him deal with it though. Reminding him that he’s the only one you could ever and would ever want. And plus, if you’re a pogue yourself, reminding him that you’re both in the same boat and you’ll row it together.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Why wouldn’t he be? He’s had a lot of practice. However, your first kiss wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t used to the intimacy of a kiss. It was always frantic and needy, just needing to get your clothes off. But when he settled down with you, you had to tell him to take it easy, y’know?

“Why are you laughing?” JJ pulled back from where you both had been sucking each other’s faces off on the worn sofa of The Chateau.

“Nothing, it’s just…you bit my lip like 3 times and I think it was on accident.” You giggled. 

JJ sighed and let his head fall. “Sorry, I’m not used to this.”

Your hand came up to caress his cheek as you looked into his eyes and spoke. “It’s fine. Just take it slow. I’m not going anywhere.” You assured. “So, put the fangs away and kiss me like you love me.”

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Actually, it wasn’t JJ. It was you. JJ was never good at expressing himself so he would never up and out with a love confession unless he was “under duress” and just like, blurted it out. So, one night you just took it upon yourself. He was having a super bad day and you were comforting him as you both laid in the hammock, his head pressed to your soft chest and you just...said it. He stilled and looked up at you and asked if you meant it and things just went from there.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Took him a minute to get used to the idea of it but yeah, he wants to marry you and only you. He probably doesn’t propose, however, until your like mid 20’s, nearing 30’s. He didn’t want to rush into it and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere and neither were you. He would love you anyway he could have you so calling you his wife was just an extra bonus. The marriage would be a little rocky at the start, as most are — you trying to be the picture perfect wife and him trying to be the perfect on paper husband until you both learned that this is your marriage and it doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Nothing too out there but he loves the typical, cliche ones — baby, babe, sweetheart. He also has one or two specific nicknames for you that were born out of a funny scenario that only you both and the pogues would get. You call him names that you know make his cheeks on red and make him pull his hat down over his face to cover it — pretty boy, handsome, sexy blonde, daddy- what? Who said that?...

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Oh, it’s absolutely obvious. You two are attached at the hip when the other isn’t overly busy. He’s either, arm slung over on your shoulder, arm around you waist, or hugging you tight from behind when he just needs to be near you or wants to touch you. JJ isn’t great with his words so his love language is definitely touch. For you, you love clinging to him like a koala because it makes him smile. You’ll be on his back as he holds you up by your thighs, resting against his chest as he sits back, or literally just straddling his lap with your arms around his neck occasionally kissing his cheek.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

What reason would he have not to be? If someone asks, you’re his girl and he’s your man. Neither of you brag, per say, more like show off one another. And only if you feel someone threatening, more like trying to threaten, your relationship or wedge their way between you both. JJ has never been opposed to PDA but it did take you a little while to get used to his public affection with zero shame.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has this like really creepy ability to know when you’re about to get upset about something before you even do it that even the pogues can’t pick up. Like when someone cracks an insensitive joke, he’s learned to just pick up some cues — the way your face twists, the snarl you get in your lip, when your eyebrows do this weird thing and your eyes darken just the slightest while your body stiffens just a bit. No one else notices, like ever, but he does in an instant. He’ll pull you close and kiss your neck before whispering something like “It’s okay.” or “Do you wanna leave?”

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

JJ is still getting the hang of the whole intimacy and romance thing but he tries his hardest. He just wants to see you happy and you remind him that he doesn’t need some grand gesture to do that and he makes you happy but he still likes to spoil you as much as he can anyway because he loves how nervous it makes you. Sometimes, it’s super cliche because it gives you both something to laugh about and remember but the creative ones always stick with you because it came from his heart and everything he remembers about you, even the small things.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He supports you all the way in whatever you do. If it’s dangerous, he’ll try to talk you out of it but if he can’t he’ll be there to catch you if you fall, and tell you “I told you so.” He’s your biggest fan and you’re loudest cheerleader. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Try new things, for sure. He’s up for literally almost anything. He knows your strengths and weaknesses and knows your boundaries. If you say no or anything like it, he won’t push it and won't try to convince you again. But if you’re in, he’s in. 

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

You both know each other so well, a little too well if you ask anyone else. You’re more empathetic towards each other because you can understand and sometimes even relate to one another’s experiences. With other people? You, personally, will try but you’ll also be honest. JJ? If it’s not someone he’s close to, he doesn’t really feel like their feelings concern him.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He values your relationship with his life. Same for you. It’s worth everything. You go to each other for everything, take care of one another and if things go south you’re the first person you each turn to. You think your relationship is the best thing to happen to you both.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Call it creepy but JJ loves to take pictures of you, especially when the sun is beaming on you. For example, he has one he took you of you the morning after you guy’s first time with your head on his chest, a steak of sunshine illuminating your skin. You looked so peaceful and he wanted to see you look that way forever. So pulled the cover up to conceal your indecency and snapped the pic. That was his lock screen for a long while. Until, you went surfing with Kie and came back to the shore in a wetsuit that hugged you just right, board tucked under your arm as the sun was shining on every part of you — hair wet and eyes glowing as he raised his phone with no shame as you shifted your weight and smiled brightly at him.

“Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Mhm.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re pretty. Also my girlfriend, so I can do it without it being creepy.”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Very affectionate but it gets worse when he’s having a really good day or a really bad one. A really good day — he’s bear hugging you and kissing your face all over. A really bad day — he justs wants to lay with you in bed all day.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He will call you anytime he can and text you throughout the day, unless you can’t talk but he’ll leave you cute text messages, take pictures for you and send the occasional voice message if he’s busy himself. 

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’ll go as far as he has to. He doesn’t like when it escalates into violence because he knows you aren’t particularly fond of when he gets himself hurt/into trouble. Because regardless of whether he can beat a touron, kook, or another pogue’s ass – he’ll be the one to take the fall and that’s the last thing you want for him and he knows it.

feedback is appreciated. thanks for reading!

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Scream (1996)

Billy Loomis

🌺 Jealousy, Jealousy Is The Venom In My Veins {finished on 3/19/2023}

➥ in which Billy Loomis sees Stu flirting with you and decides to show everyone that you belong to him {ft. jealousy, smut, marking, bottom!reader, reader being a little shit, stu also being a little shit, stu being a wingman, not an established relationship}

🌸💐 Stuck In Purgatory {finished on 3/21/23}

➥ in which the reader and Billy get in an argument and they flinch. Billy makes it up to you in the best way he knows! {ft. Fluff!! G/N reader, lots of hugs, kisses, and cuddles, your wonderful author sleeping on the highway tonight, a teensy bit of death and murder, reader was in a past abusive relationship}

🌸💐 Don’t Make Me Leave {finished on 3/25/23} || Part Two

➥ in which Billy and the fem!reader are best friends and he accidentally gets her pregnant. {ft. pregnancy, fluff, mentions of sex}

Stu Matcher

💐 Supposed To Be Safe {Finished 3/24/23}

➥ in which the reader comes home to a bloodbath, and their big brother at the center of it all {ft. big brother Stu, Billy is protective of the reader, mentions of blood and ✨murder✨, poor little traumatized reader}

💐 Oops? {Finished on 3/26/23}

➥ In which the child!reader suspects Billy and Stu as the new Woodsboro killers and starts snooping. Fortunately, what she finds instead is much much better than murder! {ft. mentions of serial killers, child!reader, fem!reader, Big Brother Stu™}

Sidney Prescott

🌸💐 Take Care of You {Coming Soon!}

➥ In which Sidney’s younger sibling barely escapes the Woodsboro Massacre and turns to their older sister for comfort.

Poly!Ghostface

🌺🪷 Tell Me All About The Dark Places You Hide {Part 10 out now! - last part}

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them. {pt 1; pt 2; pt 3; pt 4; pt 5; pt 6; pt 7; pt 8; pt 9; pt 10}

🪷Venom In Her Kisses {Coming Soon!}

➥ in which the boys decide it would be a good idea to try and seduce the fem!reader and try and win her over to their cause. Unfortunately for them, she’s already decided to figure out who Ghostface is — by any means possible.

Shadow and Bone

The Darkling

🍄🪷 Sweet Sweet Little Lies {Coming Soon!}

➥ in which General Kirigan finds someone more powerful than Alina, and possibly even more powerful than himself. Someone much more willing to help him achieve his goals.

🌸💐 In Your Head {Coming Soon!}

➥ In which the reader arrives back at the Little Palace bloodied and scared, and is comforted by none other than the General of the Second Army himself. {ft. mentions of war, mentions of blood and gore, flashbacks to the battle, fluff}

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

🌺 Strike A Match {Finished on 3/26/23}

➥ in which the reader is afraid of the dark and JJ comes up with an idea to distract you. {ft. established relationship, fingering, aftercare, little bit of fluff, nyctophobia, JJ being his adorably cocky self, slight overstimulation, praise, hair pulling, marking, no use of y/n because it makes me want to scratch my eyes out, use of love and darling}

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

🌸 Sweet Disposition {finished on 3/28/23}

➥ In which Morgan and Garcia lock you and Reid in a room so you realize that the feelings you both harbor for each other are, in fact, mutual. {ft. Fluff}

The Sandman

Dream of the Endless

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[obaex]

the one that chases you (one) - rafe cameron/jj maybank

summary: jj makes a decision that will alter the course of your summer, driving you to figure out who you really are and who you really want.

word count: 1k

warnings: mention of drugs, heartbreak

a/n: my first series! i hope y'all enjoy it. it's fully written, i plan on releasing a new part every few days. let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

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You were laying with your head on JJ's lap, eyes fluttering, heavy with the weight of a day in the sun and the weed that had been passed around earlier. John B navigated the boat to the dock and JJ shifted you off of him to help tie it off and unload the cooler. He had been off today. Distant. When you kissed him, you felt like his mind was somewhere else and he wasn't his usual handsy self. You had chalked this up to a bad day, but you couldn't scratch the feeling that there was something else brewing under the surface. You had been dating for months now and with summer just getting started you were excited to spend your days surfing, going to the beach together and partying at the boneyard.

You were the last one off the boat and JJ pulled you aside as the others wandered off the dock and into the chateau. "Hey, can we talk for a minute?" Your heart plummeted into your stomach. This didn't bode well.

"JJ, what is it?" you said, instantly concerned.

"The last few months have been great. Honestly, so fun. But, summer is here and we're going to be so busy with everything and I want to have time for the boys, you know? To hang out with John B and Pope, I mean even Kie really. I think we'd be better off as friends. Just keep things chill, you know?"

This wasn't happening.

Every word was a punch to your gut. Your lip was quivering involuntarily, but you didn't want to let him see you cry. Just keep things chill? After six months together spent tangled up in his sheets, your hands running through his blonde hair, blue eyes transfixed on you? Just keep things chill? You had been falling hard and fast, the L-word lingering on your lips, too afraid to say it for fear it wouldn't be reciprocated and now your worst nightmare had come true. You thought you had finally held the attention of the island's playboy, now you were just one in a long line of broken hearts. You felt like a fool.

You knew if you tried to say anything your emotions would get the best of you, so you pursed your lips tightly and nodded like you totally, absolutely understood and agreed.

"Nice! Right on. I knew you'd get it. So, like we're cool to start seeing other people, it won't be weird?"

Was he really asking you about seeing other people in the same breath that he was breaking up with you?

"Seriously, JJ?" you broke your silence, incredulous. "Un-fucking-believable." And with that, the tears began to flow. "I don't know why I thought I was any different to you, why I thought I was special. Clearly I'm not, so go do what you want to do, I won't stand in your way." You shoved past him, picking up your pace as you ran down the dock, embarrassed and ashamed that you let him see you crumble. He didn't say anything, he didn't try to follow you, he just let you go.

"Hey - what's going on?" Sarah called from the back porch as you ran past her towards your car. She continued to call after you, chasing you as you got into your front seat, your tears falling heavily now as sobs wracked your body. You fumbled your keys, trying to put them in the ignition and failing. "Oh my god, he didn't" she said, instantly piecing together the situation. "I am so sorry, come here." She crawled into the front seat next to you, pulling you into her arms.

"Give me the keys, you can't drive like this. I'll take you home." You relented, crawling into the passenger seat, resting your head against the window and continuing to cry as she navigated back to Figure 8.

Just like her and Kie, you were a kook-turned-pogue, enticed by the carefree, laidback nature of life on the cut and the smooth-talking blonde surfer that had said all the right things. So much for that.

Sarah pulled into your driveway, located right next to hers. You had been best friends and neighbors your entire life and you never felt more grateful to have her taking care of you as she came inside and tucked you into your bed. "Obligatory best friend speech" she said, "I know you cared about him, more than you let him know. I am so damn sorry Y/N, I hate to see you like this. You deserve so much more than him. Seriously, you deserve someone that's going to chase after you and pursue you and only have eyes for you. And I promise he's out there. Everything happens for a reason. But, for now you need to give yourself time to rest and heal and cry and eat the tub of ice cream in your freezer. Okay?"

You nodded, sniffling and reached out to hug her before burying yourself deep in your sheets.

Sarah crossed through your backyard into hers, sliding through the front door and making her way to the kitchen where Wheezie sat on her phone. "Are you seriously home on a Saturday night right now?" she asked teasingly. Sarah shot her a look, "Friend emergency."

"What happened?"

"Do not repeat this, but Y/N and JJ broke up. It was awful, she's devastated."

"What!? What an asshole."

"Wheezie!"

"It's true!"

"You're not wrong. He is just not boyfriend material. Promise me you'll stay away from boys forever?" Sarah said, ruffling her sister's hair as she made her way upstairs. She rounded the corner and ran straight into Rafe who was lingering in the hallway. She eyed him suspiciously, "Were you eavesdropping?" she asked.

"What? No? M'just going to get a drink" he mumbled, brushing past her.

In reality, he had heard every word and his mind was running a mile a minute.

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[brrbrina]

necklace

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

pairing: jj maybank x reader x joeburrow!obx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jj: what thing?

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

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

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

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Wild Summer (Part 5)

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Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader, JJ Maybank x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and Rafe have a confrontation. JJ helps our girl out after an emotional encounter.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), ANGST (yes in capitals it's a lot), oral (f receiving), drug use (marijuana), handjob (m receiving), mommy kink, sub!jj

A/N: Hi y'all, it's been a while! I've had a lot going on and this chapter took a lot out of me. Hopefully some of you are still interested in this story. This is a new one for me, a pretty angsty, emotional chapter in the first half. But of course some fun in the second! As always do let me know what you think of this story and if you think I should keep sticking with it or give it up lol

My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated (but reblogs are welcome).

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Wild Summer (Part 5)

Hot Bartender😝: be there in 15

Y/N let out a sigh of relief. She was finally going to get what she wanted. The cogs in her head started turning, thinking of the most fun ways she could play with him once he gets there.

Less than 10 minutes later a restless knock sounded at her door and she smiled. This was going to be a great time. She slipped on her satin robe, not wanting to flash some poor hotel worker that might happen to pass by, with the full intention of dropping it as soon as the doors closed.

The knocking started again and she smirked at his impatience.

"That was-" her words got caught in her throat as soon as she opened the door and laid eyes on the man on the other side of it. He looked frazzled, eyes wild, face tired, hair messy from running his fingers through it, and she could feel her heart skip a few beats as he stood there, gaping at her.

"Rafe..."

They stood there for a moment, both seemingly in shock. She wasn't sure what he had to be shocked about given that he showed up at her room. He was looking at her with wide eyes, a growing spark in them as he took her in. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"What are you-" her words got cut off as he rushed the few steps and grabbed her face in his hands; kissing her like she was oxygen and he had been deprived of air for way too long. It didn't take long for her confusion to give way to desire and she melted into his kiss, like she did every time. The kiss was urgent, desperate, pleading, it held so much passion she was struggling to cope.

Neither of them knew how long they stood there before their lungs burned and they broke for air. His forehead rested on hers, eyes closed; trying to catch his breath, trying to calm his swirling mind, trying to get a hold of himself so he could do what he came here to do.

She watched him. For the full minute it took him to open his eyes, she watched. He was so beautiful and so close, she could feel his breath on her cheek and his skin on hers. She could see his bruised lips from their kiss, she was sure hers looked just as swollen. She watched him take deep breaths to calm himself. Watched how his lashes fluttered on his cheeks, the little frown line between his eyebrows as he tried to concentrate on something in his mind, the flush and the sheen of sweat coating his skin. She observed him in silence, didn't mind it. Having him so close to her felt right in every bone in her body and she didn't have it in her to deny herself the little moment just to bask in his presence.

When he opened his eyes they met hers instantly and his breath caught in his throat again. He did that a lot, it seemed. Lose his breath, lose his damn mind, whenever she was near. The physical contact between them, though small, grounded him, kept his train of thought from slipping again. He needed to snap out of his daze and just talk to her, open his mouth, say anything.

"Hi." Her lip quirked up at his whispered greeting and his heart felt so full in that moment he wanted to burst.

"Hi." Her voice just as quiet, as if they were both afraid to disturb this peaceful little bubble they found themselves in, knowing just how delicate and fragile it was - that it wouldn't take much to pop it and for all the other shit to come rushing in.

"God, you're beautiful." This time her smile was full and real and honest and giddy and his heart was skipping so bad he was sure he'd have a heart attack. He thought it'd be worth it just to get to see her like this.

They didn't talk for a while. Just stood there in the same spot, in the same position. Looking at each other, enjoying each other's presence, the quiet and the calm, breathing in fully for what seemed like the first time in days.

"Hi." He repeated, lost in her, fucking smitten. She giggled and then he smiled so big she thought she'd never seen anything more beautiful than this man standing in front of her.

"Hi." She chuckled and he laughed along with her. Neither minded how silly they sounded.

"What are you doing here?" There it was, the question he had been dreading. How does he answer her without sounding like a creep? He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment and once he opened them again the mood was broken, he knew it. The air had shifted and tension was seeping into their bones.

"I, um... I came to uh, to ask you if you- if you wanted to maybe have lunch... with me." There had been a small smile on her face as he was stumbling through his words but now she was serious, surprised even.

"What?" He knew she heard him, and he felt embarrassed repeating himself again. "I wanted to take you out to lunch... or dinner. Whatever you like." She stood there quietly, adding more and more to his nerves with each passing moment.

"You came all the way here to ask me out for lunch or dinner?" Her voice didn't give anything away, she was closed up again, whatever vulnerability had been there earlier in their bubble was long gone now.

"Um, yeah. Well, I don't have your number so..." he felt so fucking stupid now. Like a creepy stalker or something. Dude, if she didn't give you her number she didn't want you showing up at her door. He wanted to slap himself. All of his conviction from the moment he woke up and hyped himself up to come here was gone in an instant. He felt like a loser.

"Rafe..." he wanted to cry. He wanted to disappear and fall into the earth and just cry. This was the second time he stood in this room with her, the second time she was rejecting him and he didn't understand why he couldn't just accept it. Why he couldn't just move on. Why his heart refused to let her go when his mind was realizing she didn't want him.

"I don't know what you want me to do here, Rafe." He had to clench his eyes shut to stop the tears from betraying just how hurt he was. "I told you the other night. That it was a one time thing." Why wasn't the earth opening up? "You agreed. You agreed it was a-a casual thing." He wanted to punch a wall. Her voice was getting shaky and she wanted to cry too. Why was he doing this to her?

"I just don't understand... what changed." He looked at her then, eyes wet with unshed tears and a brewing storm within them. "You don't und-" he let out a humorless chuckle "-you don't understand? What changed?" She was looking at him with big pleading eyes, head shaking, trying to silently make him stop before he opened the can of worms she had been burying for days.

"Really? You don't know what changed? Huh?" He was just as close to her again, as he had been earlier but this time it didn't feel comforting or peaceful. It was scary and uncomfortable. She didn't know what to do and where he was going to take this. She wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

"Are you really gonna stand there and act like you have no idea what changed? Why I'm here like a fucking loser begging you for a sliver of your time? Like-like you don't have me fucking turned inside out here." A tear escaped her then and he wanted to slam his head into the wall for making her cry. She was so fucking frustrating and he wanted to grab her and hold her and say he's sorry. But how could he? When she kept lying to him. Making him feel like he's insane for feeling all these thing, like he's so alone in it. Even thought he knew, he fucking knew she felt something for him too. Something. Anything. He was desperate to hear her say it.

"Are you seriously gonna tell me you don't feel it? That that night didn't- didn't fucking change anything for you? That it didn't leave you feeling like- like you're going insane because..." he closed his eyes, trying to keep himself in check but failing. "Because I can't stop thinking about you. It's all I fucking think about. You and that night and the other day. I can't do anything else but fucking think about you." He was panting hard, heart clenching painfully in his chest as he stood there baring his soul to her.

"You're really gonna tell me you don't feel anything?" A traitorous tear fell down his cheek and he had never been more vulnerable and embarrassed in front of another person before. He didn't understand why he was putting himself thought this.

"I don't- I can't..." she was crying now, silent tears that broke his heart and make him wish he never opened his stupid fucking mouth in the first place. "I don't know..."

His palm cupped her cheek and she leaned into it, chasing something she wasn't sure she would find. But then she did. He was holding her so tenderly and warm, like he wanted to heal every broken piece of her with his touch. And goddamn how was she supposed to deal when he brought up so many emotions in her she didn't even know where to begin to understand them.

"I don't know how I feel..." she whispered and closed her eyes, nuzzling closer into his touch and he felt like he was going to lose the last bit of sanity he had left for her. His forehead founds its place back against hers and she sighed, melting into his touch. How could he be comfort when he was the fear? How could he feel like safety when he was danger from the start? How the fuck could his arms around her feel as close to home she'd ever felt in her life? The tears fell again and he wrapped her up in his embrace, holding her so close, as if trying to keep her together.

He couldn't believe what an asshole he was. How selfish he was to make her cry like this, fall apart in his arms like this. Why would he do that? He never wanted to hurt her. All the anger and hurt from before melted away and he was left only with concern about how he was going to fix this mess he made.

A small part of him felt happy; she wouldn't be crying if she didn't feel anything, wouldn't say she didn't know what she felt if there was nothing there. He felt so selfish thinking that.

Her tears subsided while she melted into his arms. He laid soft, soothing kisses to the side of her head, while his hand rubbed comforting circles into her back. He never wanted to let go. It felt so good to be able to hold her like this. He knew it was selfish too. But he couldn't help it. He knew he'd take anything she'd give him. Even if it's this.

They stood there for a while, her wrapped up in his warm embrace. Neither wanted to move, scared of what would happen when they did.

So many emotions were brewing within her. She was trying to grasp them, put them together, form them into words - into something she could understand, something she could communicate to him. But she didn't know how. It was goddamn frustrating.

"Rafe..." her voice broke the silence, quiet and sad, clenching at his heart. It always did when she said his name, but this time it was different - it hurt to hear her sound so small and broken.

"Yeah, Angel?" A whisper into her hair. He was terrified of what she was going to say next, but at the same time buzzing with anticipation. She did feel something, she wouldn't be acting like this if she didn't. She felt something for him, no matter how small it may be. And that thought made hope start brewing in him all over again. He'd wait a thousand years if she told him she wanted him too, in the end. He swore it.

"I-" She was interrupted by a cough coming from the still open door. Both their eyes snapped to the doorway where the blonde boy stood, looking incredibly confused and uncomfortable.

Rafe thought it must have been a cruel joke, that maybe he'd imagined the whole thing. But he hadn't. JJ Maybank was stood in front of her hotel room door. He wanted to be sick. He couldn't believe how fucking stupid he was. Pathetic. Idiot. Loser. That was all that ran through his head as he pulled himself away from her.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me..." his voice was cold.

She was left there, cold and torn, watching him distance himself from her. And a part of her wanted to think that this was good, that this was what she needed to happen. But every single cell in her body was screaming otherwise, begging her to reach back for him, pull him in and not let go. Because 10 minutes ago she would have been glad to have him finally getting the memo. But now she just wanted to go back to being in his arms.

Hearing him be so honest and vulnerable with her tugged on all her heartstrings. Left her even more confused and needy. Made her lose herself in him all over again, each time more and more deeply it seemed.

She wanted to speak, explain - but what could she say? His assumption wasn't wrong. JJ was here for the reason he knew he was.

"Rafe-" A humourless chuckle escaped him as he backed away from her further. "So-so we were a one time thing, but he wasn't. Right?" The look he gave her made her insides clench in pain. Betrayal. Loss. He looked defeated. He looked done.

She couldn't speak. Not without crying and letting herself lose every remaining ounce of conviction she had left. Not without falling apart and letting him see every broken little piece of her soul. Not without breaking her own promise and subsequently her heart. But it felt like her heart was already breaking as she watched him walk away from her.

Her silence pissed him off so badly. He didn't think he had it in him to get angry anymore, not when he felt so broken but her silence ignited a fury. How dare she? How dare she make him feel so fucking stupid? Make him feel like he'd lay his life down for her when all she did was play games. She didn't give a shit about him. About anyone but herself.

It hurt real bad when he realized she was giving Maybank what she refused to give to him. Her time and attention. She fucked him in the club and then she kept seeing him.

Why not him? Why didn't she want him the way he wanted her? Why would she push him away but invite JJ in over and over again? Why cry in his arms and make him think she was finally letting her guard down, only to slap him in the face like that? It was cruel. He didn't deserve it.

She didn't deserve it. His time, energy, thoughts, his fucking heart. She wanted to fuck around with people who weren't him? Fine. He'd fuck around too. Do what she said. Fuck her out of his system. He was done with her shit.

"Fuck this." Those were the last words he spoke to her before walking out of her hotel room and not looking back. She felt like her heart was shattered then. What the fuck was she supposed to do? Why did he have to come? Why did he have to turn her fucking world upside down? Why did it hurt so bad when he looked like he was done with her for good? It was what she had been hoping for, right? So why did it feel like she would die in that moment?

JJ stood there, still in the doorway, extremely uncomfortable and unsure of what to do. He should leave. Right? He would have, if she didn't look so sad standing there.

"Should I-" his voice was low, as to not startle her. "I should go, right?" But as soon as the words were out of his mouth she was falling to the floor and all thoughts of leaving disappeared when her knees met the ground. He rushed to her, holding her while she sobbed.

He didn't understand what happened. What Rafe was doing here, how they even knew each other and what the hell happened between them. Why this woman would cry over an asshole like Rafe was beyond his comprehension. But none of his questions were voiced. The important thing was making sure she was okay. Holding her until her tears stopped, comforting her until she could put herself back together.

She seemed so strong and confident and put together every time they'd met, that seeing her like this broke his heart. She looked small and tired and broken and he hated seeing it. He wished he could make her see that that Kook wasn't worth it. She deserved so much better.

It took about 5 minutes before her tears subsided. She could feel the wetness of JJ's shirt where she cried into it and she was embarrassed. How the hell was she going to explain this to him? He walked in on drama he had no business in, when he was supposed to be getting laid. He held her while she snotted all over him, over something he didn't even understand. She couldn't figure out why he hadn't left. Why he was here, running his fingers through her hair, instead of off somewhere talking shit about what he witnessed. He was kind. Far kinder than she deserved. He was a good man, she'd had a feeling he was but now she knew for certain.

She pulled away, red from crying and shame, trying to grasp onto whatever minuscule amount of dignity she still possessed, enough to get her shit together and stop drooling on him. She couldn't meet his eye, her fingers running over her face trying to wipe the tears and snot off. She felt disgusting.

"I'm sorry." She could see him shaking his head from her peripheral. "Don't be silly." She finally looked up at him then. His eyes were kind and warm and his face looked understanding. Damn this sweet boy for making her want to cry all over again.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. That's not what you came for-" "Stop apologizing, Y/N." The assertive tone had her looking up at him again, not having expected it. "You know how many times I cry a day?" His eyes were crinkly with humor and she couldn't stop the little smile that escaped. "You're so full of it." She scoffed and he laughed. He was so cute she couldn't deal.

"You know what makes me feel better?" She shook her head, sniffling from the aftermath of earlier. "Way I see it, you got two options, right? Option number one." He raised his hand, putting up one finger. "Orgasm. Or several." She should have seen that coming. She chuckled at his serious expression and he put up a second finger and continued. "Option number two." He pulled something out of his pocket presenting it to her with a flourish. She couldn't hold back the grin anymore.

"You get very, very high." He was waving the joint around, as if trying to convince her it was a good idea. Then his eyes got wide and he gasped and she could swear it was as if a light bulb went off over his head.

"Or option three!" He put up a third finger and then wiggled them. "Both!" She was full on laughing now and he felt so glad he could lift her mood. "What do ya say, Princess?" He cocked his brow, waiting for her response. She took a deep breath, looked him dead in the eye with the most serious expression she could muster. "Light her up."

JJ cheered loudly as he procured his lighter and quickly got up off the floor to close the door. She had once again forgotten the door was open and started feeling embarrassed all over again. But then a lit joint was being waved in front of her and she took it and inhaled a big one. JJ was mildly impressed and concerned. But then she smiled and he felt his worries slip away just as hers did. She passed the joint back to him and laid back down on the floor. He took a hit and laid down next to her, making himself comfortable. They started passing it back and forth lazily, settling into a comfortable silence.

"We should order pizza and watch terrible lifetime movies." As soon as she said pizza he was sold, he nodded entusiastically. "Sounds good." "Mhm. And then you can eat me out and give me those orgasms you mentioned." His eyes snapped over to her and she was already looking at him, a smirk on her face.

He could feel his shorts get tighter and he wanted to curse. How was she so damn irresistible, laying on the floor of her hotel room, smoking weed, promising food and sex? In what fucking world would a man say no? He rolled over on top of her and she gasped at his sudden bravery. Her pupils dilated as he stood inches from her face.

"You make it pepperoni and I'll eat you out till sundown, princess." She smiled and closed the distance between them, crashing her lips against his.

He sighed into the kiss, finally getting what he had been craving all damn day. It was lazy and hot at the same time, both of them already feeling the high and getting lost in each other. Somehow one of them, neither knew who, laid the joint back into the metal box he pulled it out of, not breaking the kiss once.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling his hips down onto hers, feeling how hard he was for her. He moaned into the kiss as she pulled on his hair and grinded against him. She was driving him insane. Their minds were a little hazy, from the make out, from the weed, it didn't matter. They were having the best time anyway.

She kissed down his neck, leaving bites in her wake and he moaned with each one. She was marking him up, he knew it but he didn't mind it. Her lips on his skin felt too damn good. "It's way to hot for all these clothes." She pushed him off of her suddenly, giving him whiplash. She picked up the joint while standing up off the floor, taking another hit and holding it in for a while, eyes closed. She exhaled and visibly relaxed. He was still laying on the floor where she left him. "What are you doing? Get undressed and get on the bed. I'm gonna use the bathroom." And with that she handed him the joint and made her way into the en-suite, dropping her robe exposing herself in all her glory to him for the first time. He nearly choked on his own saliva when he saw her. The hottest thing he'd ever seen in his entire life.

He didn't waste any more time, stripping quickly out of his clothes and laying down on her bed while he waited for her to come back. He was very hard and buzzing with anticipation. He never knew what to expect from her and it turned him on so much.

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, taking in the mess. Her face was puffy from all the crying earlier and she could feel her throat was scratchy. Letting out a heavy sigh, she opened the faucet and splashed water on her face. She took deep breaths to calm herself down, stubbornly pushing all the feelings from earlier aside and focusing on the pleasure she's about to receive from the blonde boy in her bed. She slapped her cheeks a few times, an attempt to get some color in them, before stepping back and checking herself out. After deciding she was satisfied, she stepped out of the bathroom.

Seeing him, fully naked on her bed, hard and red, ignited a new fire in her. He was so hot and she was going to enjoy playing with him. She knew he liked it when she did, too. He got off on it. So she made her way to him, watching him gulp as she came closer and closer. It was the first time they were seeing each other naked and they both liked what they saw.

She slowly climbed up on the bed and crawled her way over to him. Just as her face was an inch from him, and he thought their lips would meet, she quickly pulled away. Instead reaching for the bedside table and grabbing her phone. He was looking at her in confusion which quickly turned to arousal when she casually straddled his waist. She sat there, tapping on her phone, as if she wasn't naked on top of him and he wasn't losing his fucking mind with how turned on he was.

After a minute she finally looked down at him. He looked so frustrated and confused and restless and it was so fucking cute.

"Pizza should be here in 15. Extra pepperoni." She smiled and he finally felt himself relax. Of course. Pizza. He had forgotten about his hunger because all he was craving since she mentioned it, was eating her sweet sweet pussy again.

"Extra pepperoni?" His brow quirked and she smirked in return. "Mhm. Now it's your turn to deliver." She suddenly flopped down onto the bed next to him, leaving him cold without her skin on his. He looked at her and she nodded at him, spreading her legs wide open, letting him know exactly what she expected from him.

The smile on his face was one similar to a kid in a candy store. He was extatic. He wasted no time positioning himself between her legs and starting his meal.

She laid back on the bed lazily as he kissed and nibbled on the skin of her thighs, warming her up more than she already was. He was damn good at giving head, she remembered it very well, and she couldn't wait for him to get to it. He could sense her impatience even before her hand made its way into his hair and harshly pulled him to where she wanted him.

He eagerly obliged, licking a long strip over her folds, and she sighed in relief. He left kisses and licks all over, making her slicker with every one, her arousal shining in the dim hotel light. He was in heaven. He sucked on her outer lips, slowly making his way deeper, torturing her with anticipation. She smelled so good and he wanted to just bury himself into her but he knew she deserved to be savored so he did.

He mouthed at her inside lips, getting closer to her slit with each second. She pulled on his hair to hurry him up but he was in no rush. The tension and heat in her was rising with every lick and suck, until she was breathing heavily and he hadn't even made contact with her needy clit yet.

He finally got to the delicious part of the meal, finally tasting the arousal that pooled out of her slit as he licked it all up with slow and purposeful movements, enjoying her sweet taste once more. He moaned into her pussy and the vibrations drove her absolutely insane. She pulled on his hair harder, letting him know she was out of patience and this time he didn't fight it.

He dove his tongue inside her, fucking her with it slowly, drawing out more of her sweet juices as she moaned above him. He pressed his nose into her nub and she tugged on his hair in response. She liked it, as he expected she would. He kept up the movements for a while, driving her up the wall until her entire pussy was soaked for him. Two of his fingers made their way to her hole, teasing, circling, until he finally sank them into her in the same moment his mouth made contact with her clit for the first time.

The feeling of him sucking her into his mouth while simultaneously filling her with his fingers made a choked gasp leave her and his cock twitched under him. He was so hard and he could feel himself leaking onto the sheets under him. But this was about her, so he held back on the urge to touch himself and instead sped up his movements. He started fingering her faster while licking divine patterns into her sensitive bundle of nerves. She was getting close, he could feel her clenching his fingers, her tugs on his hair sporadic but hard and her moans and pants louder.

He eased another finger in and curled them with each stroke, while he sucked and licked and bit on her clit until she finally reached her climax. Her legs shook around him, grip on his hair painful, her sounds filling up the entire room as she trashed under him. He kept up his assault through her climax, unrelenting. He was like a man possessed, he loved everything about this. Loved her taste, her smell, her movements, the sounds she made for him and how good he knew he was making her feel. She deserved to feel good. And he was going to keep making her feel good until she told him to stop.

So he didn't stop when her orgasm washed over her, or when she tried calming down. He didn't stop when she shook under him four more times. Or even the fifth. After six more orgasms she finally pulled him off her, the sensitivity and overstimulation getting to be too much.

At some point during their session a knock on the door was barely registered and she remembered thinking about pizza but that thought soon left and pleasure consumed her.

He climbed back on top of her, face soaked in her juices and his own sweat, hair matted to his forehead, skin flushed, lips swollen and his eyes so damn bright she could hardly believe it. He was a mess and he loved every second. She pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting herself on his tongue and moaning into his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him flush on top of her. She could feel him rock hard between their bodies and she realized he had been like this for way too long. So focused on bringing her pleasure, so happy to do it too, and his poor cock was neglected. She kissed him harder making him hum into the kiss. It was sloppy, and sweaty, and sweet and comforting. He swore it was the best kiss of his life.

"You're needy, baby." She spoke against his lips and he moaned when she ground her hips against his. He hadn't paid attention to his own arousal, determined to make her cum as many times as he could. But now that she was giving him attention, he could feel how uncomfortably hard he was, and how badly he needed release.

"Want me to make it better, baby?" He moaned into the skin of her neck as her hand made contact with his leaking cock. "Please..." his desperate whimper made the fire return in her own stomach too.

"Please what, sweetheart?" She was playing with his hair so gently, while she held him in the palm of her other hand.

He was trying so hard to keep from pumping his hips into her hand and it brought tears to his eyes. "Need you, mommy." His voice was whiny and it went straight to her core. He looked absolutely desperate for her and it was so fucking hot.

"What do you need? Huh?" She teased him by squeezing his cock and his hips bucked against his will. He buried his face into her neck, trying to find the words that were just out of reach. "Hm? You need my hand? Is that it, baby?" He nodded and let out a little whine as she slowly started pumping him, using his own juices to lube him up. He was mewling into her hair, completely under her control and loving every second.

"Wanna fuck mommy's hand, honey?" He moaned and nodded, slowly thrusting his hips into her hand while she maintained control of the pressure. Her other hand was alternating between brushing and tugging on his hair, causing groans to leave him.

She watched him chase his pleasure. He looked so pretty, all flushed and sweat soaked and needy, eyes clenched shut as his hips worked himself in and out of her hand at a faster pace. She loved watching his muscles work, the way he was holding himself up on his forearms, the clutching of his abs as he moved, the flex in his shoulders and arms and that gorgeous cock all red and throbbing in her palm. It was a stunning sight.

He was panting above her, trying to keep himself upright enough to reach his high but he was struggling. She noticed this and pushed him off of her. He fell onto his back, half dazed and half confused but she kissed him then and every though left his head again. There was only her. Her kiss, her touch, the taste of her still on his mouth. She started jerking him off now at a faster pace, knowing he was close by the sounds that fell off his lips into her own. She kept the kiss hot and passionate while rubbing the tip of his cock on the upstroke. He was shaking under her, so close but holding on still. She knew what he needed.

"You wanna cum, baby?" She pulled away just enough to pose the question. His answer was a whined out "yes, mommy" and she kissed him again, rubbing the head of his cock in a furious motion. He was holding back tears and then she gave him the order and one fell. "Cum now, baby." And he did. He came hard and long, coating both of them in his release. She worked him through it as he trashed underneath her before he finally slumped down on the bed.

She smiled at his fucked out state, so gorgeous and blissful all because of her. She laid kisses on his chest as he caught his breath. She looked up at him and saw him blinking his eyes open with a shy, happy smile on his face. She grinned, leaning up and catching his lips in another kiss, this time sweet and slow.

They were both well and truly spent. She laid back down next to him on the bed and sighed. This was exactly what she needed. And based on the way he was grinning with his eyes closed, it was what he needed too.

A sudden growl of a stomach broke their peaceful little moment and both their eyes snapped open at the same time. "The pizza! Fuck!" He watched with tired eyes as she scrambled out of bed, nearly face-planting, and messily putting on her robe. She was so fucking cute he couldn't stand it. She rushed to the door and looked down to find the pizza sitting on the floor in front of it. She quickly snatched the box and closed the door turning around to face him with a bright smile.

"It's cold but it's pizza so it's fine." She quickly made her way back to him, throwing the box on the bed and plopping down next to him again. He opened the box to see their forgotten meal staring at them and his stomach growled again. Neither wasted another moment before diving into the food, left starving by their fantastic workout. She moaned as she ate and his dick got semi hard again but he ignored it because - pizza.

With their bellies full, they lounged around on the bed half watching some Netflix show half falling asleep. The rest of the weed had been finished and now they were battling sleep and their horny natures while making out lazily and giggling over nothing.

"There's a party tomorrow night." He broke the silence after a while, her head was resting on his chest and her fingers playing with his own.

"Hmm. I haven't been here that long but I'm pretty sure there's a party every night." He laughed and nodded, looking down at her meeting her eyes.

"True. But this one's different. It's a bonfire and it's kind of a locals only thing." She quirked her brow and he smiled. "It's like the one day of the year people from both sides of the island party together with no incidents. Well... minimum incidents." His dimples were showing at his cheeky smirk and she was giggling, reaching out a finger to poke them.

"How many incidents are there usually?" Poke. "I plead the fifth." Poke. Poke.

"If it's a locals only thing why are u telling me about it?" Poke. He was both amused and annoyed by her little pokes on his cheeks. "Because-" Poke. He grabbed her hand and held it down on his chest while she pouted. "Because it's gonna be fun. And it's not like tourons are forbidden from coming it's just not an easy place to find when you don't know where to look." She tried to resume her poking with her other hand but he grabbed that one too and playfully bit down on her finger. "Owww!" She whined and wiggled out of his grip. "You're mean."

He was laughing now. "How am I mean? I'm inviting you to a fun party." She pouted, clearly playing upset. "You bit me."

He rolled his eyes and she took her chance and jumped on him, poking him in the cheeks with both hands while laughing at his exasperation. "Stop that." "No. You're cute." "Are you twelve?"

She kissed him then, shutting him up immediately. "You better hope not." She mumbled when she pulled back, a mischievous smile on her face. "What are you-" he was cut off when her fingers met his stomach and she started assaulting him with tickles.

"Jesus, woman!" He tried wiggling out of her grasp but failed. "Stop!" She kissed him again, taking his breath away. "Stop what?" She whispered against his lips, his confused mind in a haze from the kiss. "Hm? Wha-" and then she was tickling him again and he swore he was going to lose it. She was trouble.

He finally managed to grab her and flip them over, pinning her her hands down next to her head. "You're a child." She responded by sticking her tongue out at him and he couldn't help his smile. She pulled him back into a deep kiss, her hand at the back of his neck. And he got lost in it just as he did in every other one. He ground his hips down into hers, his hard dick making contact with her thighs.

She pulled away looking at his flushed face. Suddenly she was no longer in the mood for games. He was looking especially delicious and she was not going to hold back. She flipped them over again, straddling his waist and wrapping her hand around his neck. He gulped under her, eyes wide and cock twitching. "You like that, huh?" She rolled her hips over him and his eyes rolled back into his head.

"I'll go to the party with you... If you're a good boy and make mommy cum again. How's that sound?" He was nodding his head eagerly, hands squeezing her hips in excitement and anticipation. She sank down onto him and the sounds of their moans filled the room up yet again as they brought each other to climax over and over.

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the sea around us; chapter twenty-one

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

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(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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"Shit.. shit shit shit no! Come on.." John B says as we slow to a stop, in the marsh still a ways away from land. I look up from where I had my head pressed to his back. I spent most of the drive back sobbing, and I just stopped, but apparently, there is no time to relax.

"Fuck. I sigh, hugging John B tighter for a moment.

"We've gotta swim." He says, turning to look back at me. I nod softly, and swing my leg over, steadying myself before jumping in, and John B follows behind me. We swim back to shore as fast as we can manage, and John B leads me to a property with a very colorful house. Lana Grubbs.

"Wait- John B." I stop him, placing my hand on his forearm and he turns, eyes read and chest heaving. He's angry- and who wouldn't be? I am too. "Here... I, uh... I found this. On the boat." I say, digging in my soaked shorts pocket and pulling out the watch, holding it out to him.

He stares down at my hand, slowly reaching out and taking it from me before turning it over in his palm. He nods softly and his lip quivers. Before I can think about it, I'm wrapping my arms around him in a hug. "I'm so sorry..." I say, feeling him squeezing me back.

"Thank you." He whispers, afraid that if he talks any louder he'll burst into tears.

After a few moments, we walk up to the door, and John B opens the screen door. We see Mrs. Grubbs standing there making tea. She looks up at us, saying nothing.

"I need to know." John B says.

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The whole walk home after our talk with Lana was silent- I tried to talk to John B more but he wasn't having it. We eventually return to The Chateau, where everyone else is waiting for us and prepping the pully system we made to remove the gold from the well. John B storms inside, shoving past anyone who gets in his way. He's furious- understandably. I decide not to say anything to everyone until he does- it is very much his story to tell. We all watch as he grabs the gun, and then we follow him out to JJ's bike, which he hops on as everyone bombards him with questions.

"John B, please, talk to us." I say, feeling tears on my cheeks again. I'm heartbroken for him.

"Ward knows about the gold. He killed my dad." He says, and everyone is shocked. Just then, John B speeds off, leaving me to pick up the pieces and fill in the blanks of the bomb he just dropped on everyone.

Instantly, everyone looks at me. "He's gonna kill Ward..." I mumble, still in shock after the events of the day.

"What happened, Snowy?" Pope asks me.

"It- it's a long story." I sigh, wiping under my eyes. "Ward wanted a cut if he could help us with legal crap with the gold, and then when John B realized he had killed Big John, Ward tried to kill us too. He shot a spear right at me. It missed by like an inch." I explain. "He literally tried to kill us."

"Holy shit- man, he's definitely going after Ward." JJ sighs, running his hand through his hair.

"I... I need to call Rafe. Like, right now." I say quietly, ignoring everyone as they talk about what to do next. "Kie, can I have your phone? Please?" I ask and she looks at me, seeming confused and obviously upset.

"No, we need to call the cops, you can't call your boyfriend right now." She says, pulling it out of her pocket as I grab it right out of her hands.

"He's Ward's son, Kie, he might be able to help- or do something, I need to tell him."

"You're not telling him anything." JJ shakes his head.

"I can't tell him his dad just tried to shoot me? It seems relevant to what we're going to do- maybe he can distract his dad or something so John B doesn't get to him first and kill him! It will buy us time- if nothing else." I say quickly, unsure if anything was even English.

"Guys, she's right. We need time- and I don't think we have any better ideas." Pope agrees with me.

"Thank you." I sigh, opening Kie's phone finally and stepping away to call Rafe.

It rings for what feels like an eternity before he picks up. "Hello?"

"Rafe? It's Snowy."

"Oh, hey, what can I do for you, baby? Why didn't you call with your phone?"

"Rafe, I-" I break down at this point. I don't know what to say, there was a moment this morning when I didn't ever think I would hear his voice again.

"What's the matter?" He asks, sounding worried.

"Where- where is your dad?" I ask, trying to pull it together.

"I- I don't know, why? Are you okay?"

"I need your help, okay? Can you help?" I ask him.

"Alright... Yeah, of course, anything. Where are you?" He asks as Kie runs up to me.

"We're taking the boat, and we're going to go there to see if we can find John B." She tells me and I nod, waving them off.

"I'm at the Chateau, but don't come here. Please, just see if you can find your dad okay? And don't tell him I talked to you. He can't know, okay?"

"Okay, yeah.." Rafe agrees hesitantly. "Please, tell me what happened. You're crying right now, something is wrong, so just let me come help you."

I shake my head a little as I sob into the phone. "Can you come to get me instead? Please? I changed my mind. My friends are leaving now, I don't want to be alone. Please." I sniffle.

"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes, okay? Hold tight. I'll be right there." He says and I nod as if he can see me, and then he hangs up.

Rafe must have sped here, because he arrives much faster than he said, jumping out of the car and jogging up to me where I'm sitting on the porch.

"Snowy, hey, hey, are you hurt? What's happening?" He asks, pulling me into his arms as I stand up to greet him.

"I'm okay.." I say shakily.

"What happened?" He says, pulling away and grabbing my shoulders, looking me up and down to see if I'm injured at all.

"Nothing- I, nothing happened, I just need you here." I lie, my voice shaking as I hug him again and he sighs, resting his hand on the back of my head.

"What about my dad? Why were you asking about him?" He asks worriedly.

"I- uhm.." I should at least tell him some of the truth. "We think he killed Big John, and John B came home and stormed out with a gun, so I was worried he'd go after him." I explain.

"My dad? No. No, no, no, he didn't kill anyone, okay? I know he didn't do that." Rafe insists, and I nod a little as I look down.

"Look, I told you, and Kegs has told you, these Pogues are crazy, Snow- they're putting these insane ideas in your head, and, and, you can't keep listening to this. I'm sorry, but I can't watch them hurt you like this anymore, put you in danger over and over again, I just can't do that." He says, looking down at me, then running his hand through his messy hair. "Look, let's just go back to where I'm crashing, okay? Come and stay with me for a couple of days. Get your mind off this- you need a break from them."

I nod and he takes my hand, leading me back to his car and helping me in. "You're gonna be okay, alright? You're safe with me." Rafe says, leaning over and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

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Rafe takes me back to the house he's staying at, which I don't recognize at all. We decide to order some food, but I feel so sick about what happened that I can hardly eat. We're sitting at the dining table, and I'm just picking my food apart.

"Snowy, you need to eat that. Seriously." Rafe tells me, and I notice he's already done.

I sigh a little bit and push my hair back behind my ears. "I just don't feel hungry. I think it's stress."

"See? This is what those Pogues are doing to you. They're killing you, you need to eat." Rafe insists.

"I will." I agree, nodding softly. "Do you have any weed?" I ask him, leaning my elbow on the table.

"I, well, yeah, I do. Do you want some?" He asks, holding his thumb up over his shoulder, offering to go get it.

"Yeah, I think it would help." I grin, and he nods as he gets up and runs upstairs. I pull out Kie's phone and text my friends.

K: find jb?

P: yeah, he's fine. we're back at the chat.

JJ: where'd you go snowy white?

K: i'm with rafe at the place he's crashing at. everyone okay over there?

P: we're all fine, ward lives to see another sunset

JJ: bad news tho, gold is gone.

I sigh and put the phone back in my pocket. Of course, Ward got the gold. Just like that, our hopes were crushed. I guess we still have my plan B, but I don't actually think I have the heart to do that to Rafe.

Rafe comes back down the stairs, holding up a zip lock bag and his bong, shaking them a little as he speaks. "Let's go out on the deck?" He asks, and I nod, getting up and following him outside.

After being friends with JJ and John B for so long, my tolerance is pretty high, so it takes a little while for me to actually feel anything. The first time I ever smoked it was the three of us with Big John, and I'm not sure I've ever had so much fun. Kie was in her kook era, but at the time we didn't need her. I never felt out of place with them, especially with Big John there, who treated me like his own daughter. I miss him every day, it's hard for me to finally swallow the truth, that he is dead; even if I kind of already knew that.

I find myself giggling as I remember that day, out on the porch of the chat. I was coughing my lungs out, and Big John was rubbing my back. He really was so kind.

"Is it finally hitting?" Rafe asks, grinning at me as I look up at him, a smile still spread across my face.

"Yeah, sorta." I admit. "I was just thinking about the first time I ever smoked." I tell him and he laughs a little.

"Oh yeah? How did that go for you?"

"It was good. I mean, I thought I was dying for a bit, but it was still fun." I shrug. "Big John bought it for us after John B beat him at poker. He had the condition that we had to share it with him, so obviously we did, but he wasn't weird about it or anything."

"Big John?" Rafe asks, and it seems I've piqued his interest. "You were close with him, hey?"

"Yeah," I nod, looking down at my hands in my lap and my smile fades. "He was like a father to me. That sounds so stupid, but he really looked out for me. He cared for me when my parents were focused on Kegs and the twins, so pretty much always." I explain.

Rafe nods a little. "Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about how you're doing, with that, uhm, that situation."

That's so sweet. "I'm good, you know. Up until this morning, I was doing fine." I say, not really wanting to think about what happened to him at the hands of this boy's father. Luckily, weed is my friend and the thought is quickly lost.

"Yeah, I couldn't imagine what you guys went through..." Rafe says, and it's pretty obvious he doesn't know what to say. "If I can help, you know, if I can do anything, tell me, alright?"

I smile at that. "Thank you, Rafe... You know I'd do anything for you, too."

"Yeah, so... So, so, do you mean anything?" He asks with a slight smirk and I nod, leaning closer to him a little.

"Anything," I whisper, my lips just inches from his now. He looks down at my lips and then back into my eyes before leaning in to kiss me.

It's a matter of seconds before it starts to get a bit more heated, and then he pulls away, holding my cheek.

"Anything?" Rafe asks again and I nod, biting my bottom lip. "Come with me." He says, getting up and grabbing my hand to help me up.

I follow him back inside, looking back at the stuff we left behind us on the deck as the door closes behind us. I know I shouldn't be okay with this- I remember what happened to me this morning, but I feel so disconnected from that fear in this moment, so I decide to let it go.

We get upstairs and he turns me around, grabbing my hips and kissing me as he slowly walks me back towards the bed. "So, I've kind of been having this dream, lately..." He mumbles into my lips as he pushes me back so I'm laying down, my legs hanging off the edge of the bed as he leans over me. I hum back against his lips, letting him know I'm listening.

"I just, I think you're so hot, and I really want to do this so just hear me out, okay?" He says, sounding almost nervous, which makes me hesitate. I don't think I'm about to do anything crazy the first time we sleep together. But of course, I'll hear him out.

"Yeah? What is it?" I ask, smiling at him as I play with his hair, both my arms wrapped around his neck.

"I want to do a line off you." He says, and I feel my eyes widen a little but I try not to freak out. He's supposed to be quitting coke.

"I, well..." I start, still trying to figure out how to word this without him thinking I'm shutting him down.

"Snowy, please, I'm trying to get clean I promise, I just- I've dreamt about this. Please, just one..." He pleads, kissing down my neck.

I sigh a little, my eyes fluttering closed. How could I say no? It's not like he's supposed to stop all at once anyways.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course..." I whisper, and he stops and looks up at me, a slight smile showing on his lips.

"You're amazing." He smiles, kissing me again for a few seconds before getting up, going over to his backpack in the corner, and pulling out a bag full of white powder and a credit card. I can't believe I'm about to let this happen, but I suppose it could be much worse.

He comes back over and kneels down in front of me as I look up at the ceiling. I don't want to watch. I feel his warm hands against the skin on my thighs, and I giggle as he places a few kisses on my skin before getting to work making his line. I focus on taking deep breaths while he does it, then goes back to kissing my thighs. I look down at him, sitting up a little and smiling at him.

"Fuck- I'm obsessed with you, Juliette." He mumbles, smiling as he climbs back on top of me and connects our lips again.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

A/N;

Not this chapter being lowkey spicy... I do not write smut so this is as close as we're gonna get lol

-R

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Teenage Dirtbag VII (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, mentions of blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

{Happy MLK weekend! He would've wanted this!}

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Your back rested against your headboard with your gaze fixed on your mirror on the other side of the room. You were staring at yourself, but not really. Your mind was somewhere else entirely, and you chewed on your lip as Rafe’s even breathing filled your ears. You glanced at him, taking in his sleeping form before meeting your own gaze in the reflection again.

You’d done many things to bring on Rafe’s wrath, most of them harmless. It happened so often that you now lived your life completely differently, hyperaware of every thought and every action from both you and him. After all, you had to learn from your mistakes, right? You had to guess the best course of action to avoid a violent outcome. It was always something harmless…

…but almost kissing JJ Maybank was not harmless.

Sneaking off to The Cut with Sarah and her friends was bad enough. There was no telling how Rafe would react if he knew…but almost kissing JJ? The thought of Rafe finding out about that was so nerve-wracking that it actually made you shudder. It didn’t even feel like something that actually happened at times because…you knew better. It was something so incredibly stupid that you couldn’t have done it…and yet…

You still thought about how close he’d been. You thought about that calming natural scent of him that was just so different from what you were used to being around. You thought about his nose touching yours, his chest grazing yours, and it wasn’t shocking that JJ wanted to kiss you. It wasn’t even shocking that he tried. What was shocking was that you wanted to kiss him too, that some part of you wanted to let it happen.

You frowned, sliding out of bed with a racing heart.

Was it that shocking though? Rafe was horrible to you…and JJ wasn’t. The other blond was nice and funny and his own history with abuse drew you to him. It didn’t help matters that JJ wasn’t afraid of Rafe in the slightest. You didn’t want to linger on just how dangerous that could prove to be, thinking to yourself that it had been so long since a guy talked to you and treated you like your own person capable of your own decisions.

It felt good…and you felt guilty for that.

Rafe was still your boyfriend…even if he wasn’t a very good one, and JJ made it clear that he didn’t respect that. Even more so now that he suspected something was very very off about your relationship. The look in his eyes that day was something you still thought about—the determination. It bothered you that you couldn’t tell if it was determination to find out the truth or determination for something else entirely.

Maybe both.

You leaned against your window, staring out into your yard with a heavy chest. Never in a million years did you think you’d find your mind caught between Rafe and JJ Maybank. You’d long written the other guy off as dangerous, but maybe you had a hand in this too. In some ways, you had encouraged him, even without realizing it, and maybe this was you paying the price.

Both your thoughts and your gaze drifted to the pool house.

You knew JJ had finally taken you up on your offer. You had seen a faint light on one night while everyone was asleep, and you remembered the way your heart stuttered at the realization. You had stared out of your window for hours—even long after the inside went completely dark—just frozen with the knowledge that JJ was only so many feet away. You hadn’t talked to him since that day at the Camerons’, but you definitely saw him in passing a few times, and you always pretended not to know.

You’d done so to be nice, to offer him a safe haven away from his father, but you couldn’t deny the temptation you felt to go to him. Just to talk. Just to be around someone who reminded you of what your life was like before that fateful nineteenth birthday. Just talking to JJ felt so natural and relaxing, and your heart ached when you remembered how happy you felt with him and his friends…but then you remembered his nose touching yours and his lips being so close to yours, and you’d feel…nauseous.

Rafe would snap your neck if he knew.

…and with that thought you turned away from the window.

You could not let yourself get caught up with JJ Maybank. He liked trouble and he hated Rafe and you were the perfect opportunity to take part in both. You weren’t stupid. You knew that some of your appeal had to come from your proximity to Rafe. You were “Rafe’s girl”, you had been for two years, and JJ wasn’t as mysterious as he probably liked to believe. You knew that he would absolutely relish taking you from him, even if only for a night, and you refused to be that stupid.

No matter how much the thought made your stomach flip.

You had only ever been with Rafe, and you’d long accepted that he was only who you’d ever be with, everyone on this God forsaken island fearing him and his influence too much to even try it. However, with the new presence of JJ Maybank in your life, you couldn’t help but to wonder what it would be like to sleep with someone who didn’t terrify you.

Even your first time with Rafe—when you’d still been in love with him—had been wrought with fear and pain and confusion. It was a hard truth to swallow, but you realized that you’d never experienced sex without fear. That made you incredibly sad, and you blinked back tears as you slid back into bed. It was wrong, and you could never act on it, but for a split second—as you laid down next to your boyfriend—you briefly entertained the thought of lying down underneath JJ Maybank.

You swallowed down a sigh as you watched Rafe snort another line, Kelce’s laugh reaching your ears as your boyfriend mumbled something that was evidently hilarious. The music from the party was muffled, and you brought your cup up to take another sip of some beer you didn’t even like. When Rafe said you both were going to some party, you’d actually expected to be at the party.

However, with one sweep around the room, Rafe realized that the party wasn’t as exclusive as he’d like, and he’d holed you both up in a room with Topper and Kelce ever since. Topper was scrolling on his phone while Kelce and Rafe played hot potato with the drugs in their possession. Truthfully, you didn’t see why Rafe refused to party downstairs all because a few Pogues were in attendance. Especially since if you’d figured this was how your night was going to go, you would have just stayed home.

Ever since Rafe got back from Charleston, he’d been on you like white on rice, but of course, your presence didn’t matter much once a few white lines were placed on a mirror. Swallowing down yet another sigh, you pushed yourself off of the wall and made your way to the window. There were far too many people in the yard and pool for you to be comfortable with, but anything seemed better than this.

You were downing the rest of your beer when someone caught your eye.

Your hand lowered, and your lips parted, thinking to yourself that this party was far less exclusive than Rafe knew. You supposed it wasn’t that weird to see JJ strolling into the yard, especially since he was with Sarah, but the sight of the familiar blond had you swallowing. Knowing that he was at the same party as you made you feel anxious for so many reasons.

“I have to use the bathroom.”

The words came out before you could stop them, silently wondering to yourself what you were doing. When you turned around, Rafe’s gaze was on you, and you didn’t think you liked the look you saw there. Your boyfriend’s lips were pressed together as he eyed you, and you didn’t miss his snort.

“Yeah, the last time you ‘went to the bathroom’ I had to track you down on the streets of Kildare County…all because you wanted some ‘air’.”

You rolled your eyes at both his tone and his words.

“I’ve been drinking beer for an hour. You want me to pull my pants down and pee in front of your friends? My bladder’s too full to be as embarrassed about that as you would be,” you threw at him, jutting your hip out.

The flare of Rafe’s nostrils didn’t escape you, and after a stretched silence, he merely jerked his head. You pretended not to feel the heat of his gaze as he watched you leave, and once the door was shut, you headed for the stairs instead. While you did need to throw your cup away, it wasn’t like there wasn’t a trash can in the bathroom. However, you wouldn’t admit to yourself the real reason you came downstairs.

On your way to and from the kitchen, you craned your neck, eyes scanning over familiar face after familiar face…but just not the one you wanted to see. You refused to acknowledge the disappointment that ate at you, and telling yourself that you didn’t want to push your luck with Rafe, you quickly hurried up the stairs because you did actually have to pee.

Despite how much you wanted to hide out in the bathroom, you made your visit quick, telling yourself it’d be just your luck for Rafe to give the drugs a break to time your absence instead. There was no telling what time Rafe would decide to leave, and you grimaced at the thought of what the night had in store for you. You’d just opened the door and turned out the bathroom light when a grip on your arm was pulling you down the hall.

It happened so fast that you didn’t have time to process what was going on until your eyes passed over the back of a familiar head of blond hair. Your lips parted, too many conflicting emotions bubbling up inside of you for you to focus on just one. However, once JJ had you around the corner, fear quickly trumped the others.

“Are you drunk?”

Your question came out harsher than you meant, and—true to what you were learning was JJ fashion—the guy before you ignored it.

“I saw you downstairs.”

Your heart skipped a beat at that, and you straightened. His blond hair was messier than usual, something you noted you kind of liked, and the long-sleeved shirt he wore was kind of big on him. You glanced at the way it just barely hung on his shoulder.

“You looked like you were looking for someone.”

His next words pulled you from your thoughts, and your gaze met his. That small smirk on his lips annoyed you, and you took a deep breath.

“I wasn’t. Is that what you followed me up here for?” you wondered.

JJ didn’t look like he believed you, but he clearly opted to let it go.

“When’s the next time you’re coming to the other side of the island?” he asked. “They kind of like you…even Kie.”

You felt your face fall at that, almost wishing that they didn’t. It would certainly make things easier, but knowing that his friends enjoyed having you around just as much as you enjoyed being around them… You honestly didn’t know if you’d ever hang out with them again, and that was what you told JJ.

“Why?” he scoffed. “…because of Rafe?”

You both knew your verbal answer wasn’t required.

“I get it, okay? I’m JJ. I’m a guy who also happens to hate him, but you can’t even have friends? You’re telling me he’d really lose his shit if you dared to tell him you’re going to hang out Sarah and whoever?”

“Those are your friends…not mine,” you weakly replied. “Just because I hung out with you guys for one day-.”

“Don’t give me that,” JJ cut you off with a frown. “Until that day I didn’t even know you could smile that wide.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, clenching your jaw. JJ wasn’t wrong, and that was why the whole situation sucked. You didn’t have it in you to tell him that you loved being around him and his friends and his environment only to immediately admit that Rafe would choke the shit out of you for even daring to talk to him.

“I should get back,” was all you said, ignoring his words.

“For what? It’s not like you don’t have time. I doubt Rafe is going to pull himself away from the drugs long enough to notice how long you’ve been gone,” JJ said with a shrug, judgement coloring his tone. “…besides I…”

JJ trailed off, a peculiar look on his face as he eyed you.

“That’s not only why I followed you up here.”

You struggled to hold his gaze, the sound of some cheers reaching your ears from downstairs. You had a feeling as to what JJ was going to say, and you desperately hoped that he wouldn’t. Some part of you was even tempted to just walk away and avoid this conversation forever if you could. However, another part of you desperately wanted to stay right where you were, remaining still even when JJ moved closer.

“The last time we talked,” he quietly started, eyes searching yours. “I was a little harsh…and I’m sorry.”

You swallowed.

“…but I don’t regret anything I said, just how I said it, I guess.”

You glanced away, eyeing the wallpaper in the hallway.

“I don’t regret anything I did either.”

Your eyes snapped to his at that, and you felt your heart racing. You could see it on his face that JJ was telling the truth, and you didn’t know how you felt about that.

“I would’ve kissed you…if you hadn’t run away,” JJ whispered in the dark hallway, and you exhaled. “Right in his house.”

“You…can’t do that,” was all you could bring yourself to say.

When JJ stepped towards you, you were finally forced to step back, shoulder grazing the wall. He tilted his head at you, eyes never leaving yours.

“Says who?” he wondered, tone serious. “Your boyfriend?”

He swiped his tongue between his lips, crowding your space, and the mention of Rafe reminded you that you’d been gone a long while, now.

“…because we both know it won’t be you.”

Those words had your nostrils flaring, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“You ran away because you’re scared of Rafe…not because you didn’t want to kiss me.”

You hated how right JJ was, and you couldn’t even find the words to argue that.

“So what?” was all you could say, not even denying it. “Rafe’s my boyfriend, and you…are not. Sue me for being loyal.”

“I don’t think it counts if you’re loyal for the wrong reasons,” he threw back, and you scoffed.

“Are there wrong reasons for being faithful?” you incredulously asked.

“Well, being scared into it for one.”

You didn’t appreciate his tone, and you moved to turn away when he grabbed your arm again. When JJ pulled you against him, you sharply inhaled, and you reminded yourself that you really needed to get back to Rafe…your boyfriend. The heat of JJ’s hand bled through the sleeves of your dress, and against what your brain advised, you found your gaze drifting to his lips.

“I know you don’t want to be with him,” he breathed, and you blinked, eyes meeting his again. “Does he have something on you? Is it…some…Kook appearance thing I just don’t understand?”

Hating how many questions he was asking, you twisted out of his hold, stumbling away.

“Stay out of my relationship, JJ. I’m serious,” you threw over your shoulder.

You said it for both of your sakes, and you left the blond in the hall as you hurried back to the bedroom. Kelce and Rafe were playing their own music, the full effects of the coke hitting them, and you were beyond grateful. It seemed Rafe had been too high to notice just how long you were gone, and so all you could do was smile at him when he welcomed you with a sloppy kiss.

Topper was finally joining in when you glanced over, bent over the desk and snorting half a line.

“Bro, when I went downstairs to get a drink, you know who I saw?” the younger blond chuckled, wiping his nose. “Fucking Pope and your sister, man.”

Your heart had skipped a beat, only to relax when he continued. However, his next words shortened your relief as well as caused Rafe to pull away from you.

“How much you want to bet that piece of shit JJ is here too?”

You pressed your lips together at the mention of the guy who you’d literally just been in the hallway with, and you hated the way Rafe’s hands briefly tightened on yours. Your boyfriend let out a laugh that held no trace of humor, sadly shaking his head.

“Yeah, lets get out of here,” he scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

You hated the way Rafe pulled you along like being in the same house as people from the other side of the island was the worst thing imaginable. Doubly so ever since you’d gotten to know Sarah’s friends. You thought about what JJ said, about how they’d grown to like you, and this moment only reminded you that you would probably never experience that again.

As if to make you feel worse, you watched Rafe briefly pause once he was downstairs, and one glance around him clued you in on just what he was looking at. Perhaps ‘who’ was a more appropriate term, and your heart sank as Rafe strode along, pulling you with him. You were unsurprised—but no less disappointed and annoyed—when Rafe harshly bumped into JJ’s shoulder. Your eyes were wide when they glanced at JJ just as Rafe spoke.

“My bad, man,” your boyfriend drawled. “It’s a bit crowded in here.”

Nothing about Rafe’s tone was apologetic, and you pressed your lips together at the sight of a half-smile on his pink lips. Your eyes briefly met JJ’s, pleading as you could see the desire for a fight on his face. You knew that it wasn’t solely because Rafe had bumped into him, and when he glanced at you, he only scoffed.

“Very Rafe of you, Rafe,” JJ commented.

It was a harmless comment, but the coke in Rafe’s system wouldn’t allow him to let it go. Dropping your hand, he moved closer to the other blond, head tilted to the side.

“What did you say to me, Pogue? Huh?”

“Rafe…” you called reaching for him, but he shook your hand off.

His face was so close to JJ’s, and through the crowd, you could see Pope and Sarah hurrying over. When you looked over your shoulder, Kelce and Topper were only now coming down the stairs, unaware of the disaster about to happen. Wanting to prevent this fight for so many reasons, you grabbed Rafe’s arm again, pleading with him.

“Rafe, let’s just go.”

You didn’t know if it was the coke or Rafe’s second nature of putting his hands on you, but he didn’t even spare you a glance when he shoved you away, his hand on your chest forcing you to stumble back.

“Stay out of this,” he said, finally looking at you.

It was something he’d come to regret because JJ’s fist had connected with his face before he could even turn back around. You stumbled back some more in shock, recalling the last time they fought and just how violent and bloody it became. The party inside came to a temporary halt as everyone took notice, and by the time Kelce and Topper came over, Pope had joined in too.

Some part of you wanted to leave. After all, Rafe had gotten himself into this mess, but another part of you forced you to remain rooted to the spot. You wanted to make sure everyone would be okay, one above the rest, and oddly it wasn’t the blond that was your boyfriend.

You jumped when Sarah made her way to you, her hand on your arm as she pulled you close.

“Are you okay?” she asked as you watched some guys try to break up the fight.

You knew what she was referring to, and you nodded.

“Rafe’s high and…more agitated than usual,” you defended.

You only realized how it sounded when Sarah gave you a look.

“So? He shouldn’t shove you like that,” she spat, throwing her brother a nasty look as Kelce helped him to his feet.

You blanched at the blood on his face, recalling that both JJ and Pope had been fighting him, and it was clear your boyfriend was very angry about that fact. He barely spared Sarah a glance as he roughly told you to come on. Assuring Sarah that you’d be fine—even with coke in his system—you reluctantly followed after your boyfriend.

However, not without a glance over your shoulder. Your eyes met familiar blue ones, and your face fell at the anger still visible on JJ’s face. Telling yourself that was something you couldn’t concern yourself with, now, you hurried outside. Rafe was obnoxiously honking his horn as you hurried to his truck, and you were barely inside before he was speeding off.

You tuned Kelce and Topper out as they placated Rafe from the backseat, somehow convincing themselves that this wasn’t his own fault. Your gaze was fixed on the window as you crossed your arms over your chest, hating yourself for only being concerned about JJ and Pope in this moment. You hadn’t gotten the best look at either of them and even though it was two against one, you knew your boyfriend well.

He was never one to go down without a fight.

“…and what the hell was that about, huh?”

It took you too long to realize that the focus had shifted to you, and when you glanced over, Rafe’s blown out pupils were fixated on you.

“What?”

“You know what,” he spat between clenched teeth, glancing at the road. “What was with you and trying to stop me from kicking that Pogue’s ass?”

You blinked at him, unable to hide your feelings at his audacity.

“We were at a party, Rafe, and you were trying to start a fight. Was I just supposed to let that happen?” you wondered.

The other two in the backseat had grown quiet, either from nosiness or no desire to get in between Rafe and his girlfriend.

“It was JJ,” he slowly said to you. “Who gives a fuck if I give JJ a well-deserved beating?”

“Well, how did that turn out? Did you get what you wanted?”

The words slipped from your mouth so easily, and the look that Rafe gave you cut deep. He glanced at you again before a slow smile spread along his bloody lips, a chuckle escaping. When he reached over to rest his hand on the back of your neck, you swallowed. A shudder passed through you at the feel of his fingers tracing patterns into your skin.

“You better be glad that all I want to do tonight is find those Pogues and knock their teeth out,” he mumbled.

His words sounded so loud to you in the vehicle though, and despite how much you wanted to argue against that, you knew that you could never tell Rafe what to do. When he parked in your driveway, you didn’t spare him a glance as you hopped out, but you were sort of forced to when you heard him follow behind you.

His truck was still running, so you could only hope to guess what he wanted as he followed you to your door. Once there, he roughly grabbed your arm—so tight that you winced—and you leaned away when he got very close to your face. You eyed the blood on his own face, the messiness of his dark blond hair, and you prepared yourself for anything as he sneered at you.

“The next time you try to get between me like that, the next time you try to protect some Pogue, I’ll break your fucking fingers,” he hissed, nose pressed to yours. “Do you understand me?”

With the pain of Rafe’s fingers digging into your arm, you gave him a shaky nod. He roughly let you go, and you reached up to rub the sore spot, watching your boyfriend make his way back to his truck. Considering how high and angry he was, you didn’t expect him back for hours. You doubted that Pope and JJ were even still at that party, almost positive they’d left when you guys did, but knowing Rafe…

He'd drive around Outer Banks for hours just to find them and get them back.

With a shaky sigh, you turned and reached for your keys, but your movements were halted by a faint noise. You merely glanced up, not giving it much thought, but pausing in surprise when you saw none other than JJ standing in the doorway of the pool house on the other side of the yard. You almost dropped your small purse, gathering your thoughts before worriedly looking out into the road. With no sign of Rafe’s truck, you hurriedly stomped across the grass.

“You don’t know how many fences I hopped over and backyards I trespassed on to beat you here.”

That was his greeting to you, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was simply trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. You didn’t have the patience.

“Why did you hit him?” you demanded, and you watched JJ’s face cloud over. “I was going to get him to leave, to leave you alone.”

All traces of humor were gone from the blonde’s face, and you hated the way he looked down his nose at you.

“Was that supposed to be before or after he shoved you again?”

You snapped your mouth shut, frowning at the younger man. His blue eyes didn’t look so blue in this moment, and you didn’t miss the tick in his jaw as he stared you down. You blinked at JJ, your frown dissipating some as the realization slowly came to you.

“That’s why you hit him?” you slowly wondered.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he breathed. “Did I need any other reason?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times before letting out a sigh. You glanced away, shoulders dropping, and you gently shook your head.

“JJ…” you looked at him. “Rafe was high…agitated… That was nothing, and especially nothing to start a fight over.”

“He shoved you!”

“…but I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me,” you tried to make him understand. “Just pissed me off more than anything.”

“…and at your door?”

Your heart sank with the knowledge that he saw that, and you let out a long sigh. You could feel the blonde’s gaze on you as your own found the ground.

“So, he grabbed me,” you said, shrugging at him. “You’re making this more important than it is.”

JJ looked at you like you were crazy, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“…because it is important, Y/N…” you were sure that the only other time you’d heard JJ say your name was the night of that first fight on the beach. “Your boyfriend isn’t supposed to shove you and grab you like that…”

How could you tell JJ that Rafe had already done so much worse? That in the grand scheme of things, a little shove and a tight grip really didn’t mean all that much to you? All things considered, today was a relatively good day when taking into account how things could’ve ended. How they still could end…

As if JJ read your mind…

“He doesn’t have to smack you around and put you in the hospital to be an abusive piece of shit,” he softly continued. “He shouldn’t be touching you like that…no matter how minor you think it is.”

It felt…odd to be standing in your yard having this conversation with JJ Maybank of all people. Even more odd, his concern for you left an unfamiliar feeling in your chest. You could only describe it as warm, and you knew that he was right, that no matter how minor, none of it was okay. However, your relationship with Rafe had left ‘not okay’ territory so long ago that what happened today just didn’t faze you.

When you glanced up, JJ was staring at you, and despite the fact that your house was just on the other side of the yard…it felt like just the two of you.

“I would never…touch you like that,” he told you, stepping towards you. “No matter how angry at you I am…there’s just some things you don’t do.”

You struggled to swallow.

“You’re not my boyfriend, JJ…he is.”

“I know,” he quietly said. “…and you know I think you deserve a better boyfriend.”

“Of course, you think that,” you bitterly laughed. “You… Don’t try and make it seem like your intentions are pure.”

You tilted your head.

“You like the idea of fucking with Rafe.”

JJ raised an eyebrow at you.

“I could think of a thousand more ways to fuck with Rafe that don’t involve fucking his girlfriend.”

Your eyes widened sharply at that, and you blinked, fighting to ignore the heat in your face at his honesty. You felt paralyzed as JJ took another step towards you, and you were struggling to respond. JJ’s hand gently touched your cheek, and you shuddered at the feel. This didn’t go unnoticed, and you didn’t know why you didn’t stop him when his hand slid to brush along your neck too.

“You’re right,” JJ whispered, looking between your eyes. “I do like the idea of fucking with Rafe.”

Your chest felt so heavy, heart threatening to leap from it.

“…but I like the idea of being with you just a little bit more.”

“JJ,” you warned, reaching up to grab his hand.

His other found a home on the small of your back, and you reached back to grab that one too. You were sure it made an interesting sight—JJ trying to embrace you, and you with a half assed attempt to stop him. You ducked your head, but that didn’t prevent him from brushing his lips over your cheek, and you sucked in a sharp breath.

“I don’t respect your relationship, and I especially don’t care about your boyfriend,” he murmured against your skin. “…and you not wanting to kiss me solely because you’re afraid of him just isn’t good enough for me.”

You lifted your head at that, eyes stricken as you looked at him. His hand on your back twisted, clasping your own and holding it tight. Your nerves grew at that, and JJ’s face was serious as he gave you his undivided attention.

“Would you feel better if I just took it?” he wondered, making you frown. “I mean…”

He moved back, taking you with him.

“If I make you kiss me…then you’re not cheating, right?”

You furiously blinked at him at that, and despite how much you wanted to shake your head, you found yourself glancing at his lips instead. JJ spun you, and your back met the wall of the pool house. With nowhere to go, JJ pressed himself against you, and your breathing grew shallow. A voice in the back of your mind told you that he was right.

Some part of you didn’t want to be a willing participant in this, at all while another part desperately wondered what it would be like to kiss him. With you pinned against the wall, you could appeal to both parts, and you surmised that it was evident in your eyes because after swiftly pinning your wrists at your side…

JJ brushed his lips against yours.

It could barely be called a kiss at first, just the faintest touch of his lips to yours, but then you closed your eyes…and let out a sigh you didn’t know you’d been holding…and JJ completely swallowed it. His mouth completely covered yours as he deepened the kiss, one of his hands letting yours go to reach up and rest on your neck. You moaned at the action, and your head spun.

Kissing JJ felt like something you hadn’t felt in years. It reminded you of the beginning of your relationship with Rafe, when you weren’t afraid and apprehensive to lean up and press your lips to your boyfriend’s. Back when kissing him didn’t feel like a chore, an exchange, a plea from you to remain unharmed and an unsteady promise from Rafe that he’d no doubt break.

The feel of JJ’s lips moving against yours made heat swirl deep in your gut, and it twisted and twisted until you squirmed between him and the wall of the pool house. JJ’s other hand was on your waist, now, holding you in place, and it felt like everywhere he touched burned. You honestly could’ve let him kiss you all night, not sparing a second thought to Rafe.

…but unfortunately, that never lasted long, and your hands met JJ’s chest the moment cold blue eyes appeared behind your own. Your breathing was heavy, JJ’s too, and you stared at your fingers on his chest for a long time. You almost didn’t believe what had just happened, but the heat clinging to your skin helped ground you to reality and the fact that it very much had.

When you finally met JJ’s gaze again, you wished that you hadn’t.

The blond looked like the last thing he wanted to do was stop, and you started to wonder what was worse­—JJ yearning for something he didn’t even know…or JJ yearning for something he did? Your pink lip-gloss was all over his lips, and you just stared at the sight for a few seconds before swallowing, very aware of the tightness in your throat. You slowly slid from between him and the wall, and he let you, hand grazing your waist as you moved by him.

You felt like you were in a daze, walking on something unsteady like air or water. All you could manage to tell JJ was ‘goodnight’, stumbling back towards your house. You only looked over your shoulder once when you made it to your door, unsurprised to find JJ still standing there and watching you. You were quiet going into the house, and several parts of you were fighting.

On one hand, you were beyond terrified of what you’d just allowed to happen, and what that meant for you if you couldn’t hide it. The possibility of Rafe’s wrath had you shaking as you undressed the moment you made it to your room. On the other hand, some part of you was too focused on the memory of JJ’s lips to care. You couldn’t cool off no matter how much you tried, lying in bed for hours and staring at the wall.

When Rafe finally returned, you welcomed his apologies, actually receptive to his advances for once. It felt wrong to let him kiss you and touch you and fuck you all the while with an entirely different blond in mind.

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RAFE CAMERON

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ascent to ecstasy

@sunnypogue

buttons coho!rafe + the video

@sortagaysortahigh

cart girl the rule

@twinklelilstarkey

dazed we’re in public

@msgorillagripcoochie

feel me pov rafey

@ruinouswrites

guys my age

@butgilinsky

hold this

@matthewtkachuk

ignore me

@mrs-cameron

in my business (series)

@mackenzielovee

my girl

@outerbankies

new light (series)

@whorefordrew

new year, new dick

@ptersparkers

party mishaps and helpful brothers

@snkkat

rafe cameron master-rec-list

@mamaspresley

stuck with you

@fivelakesinwriting

sun and sand you’re jealous

@mentalpolaroids

that damn party (2)

@thedemonsimpofcamphalfblood

the best boys (series)

@rekrappeter

what you want

@r0und3bitch

worst behavior

@sargeant-bxrnes

5 days, 1 boat

JJ MAYBANK

@yungbludz

angry

@rekrappeter

august

@mydogisveryadorbs

bad day

@love-chx

be like that good lovin'

@obx-snippets

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@matthewtkachuk

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@prettygnf

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@lovelylangdon

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let go (2/3)

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[fandom-imagines-stories]

Netflix Masterlist

I just felt like I have enough from these originals, specifically from Netflix, to reorganize and give them their own list. Bridgerton is left off of here because it is on my Period Drama Masterlist. This may also include other steaming services, we'll see.

Yes, I'm making this cause I'm bored. No, I will not apologize. I also expect to have quite a bit here and I was hoping to get things put together. Not gonna lie, definitely going to be mostly Stranger Things and Outer Banks here.

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x Reader

The Best Medicine 

Eddie Munson x Reader

Freak Out

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank x Reader

Night Swim

John Booker Routledge x Reader

Young Volcanoes

Pogue Reader

Found Family

Narcos

Javier Pena x Reader

Leaving a Mark

Fire Meet Gasoline (Series): Part One

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Harvey Kinkle x Reader

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Netflix Original Movies

Triple Frontier

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

When He Came Home

Make-Up Date

To All the Boys I've Loved Before

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

1 Not Part of the Plan

2 Afraid of the Unexpected

Back to Main Masterlist

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[folklorebitch13]

In the end, I'ts Just us. 1.

Series masterlist

summary: Your family escapes to the outer banks after traumatizing events, a broken girl meets a broken boy. Chaos ensures.

pairing: Jj maybank x Kook!female!reader

word count: 3.8K

chapter warnings: angst, trauma, ptsd, headaches, smoking weed, slight eatiting disorder, nightmares, eventual smut, lonely Jj, Jj being an asshole.

a/n: a/n: Hi everyone, how are you guys. Recently somehow I got back into obx, I started watching the show and honestly, it kinda blows but the concept is awesome and comforting, and Jj is veryyy hot. So I wrote a fanfic, it wouldn't be one of my stories if it wasn't angsty so be prepared, also there's lots of Topper in this chapter and we only meet Jj later on but it's strictly Jj x reader.

This is gonna be a series (propably short), second part will be out friday the 15th. Hope you guys like it, if not too bad because i do ;)

This is some heavy shit if you ever need to talk, I'm here :)

Chapter one: Harry’s song.

“I am not afraid of storms for I am learning to sail my ship” – Louisa May Alcott, little women.

One of the most famous book quotes to exist, it means every storm is a lesson in sailing your ship. Every obstacle and challenge is an opportunity to learn, grow, and develop new skills. But what if the obstacle is too big and the challenge impossible?

You had probably read little women about fifteen times, you knew the book by heart and you still carried your old worn-out copy in your bag. Though you wouldn’t read the book soon, you wouldn’t read any book soon, as much as you loved it, reading wasn’t something you did anymore. Reading made your head hurt, concentrating on anything made your head hurt.

You weren’t always like this, living with always at least one earbud in. The wires were tangled and the white was slightly turning a weird shade of beige but the thing could temporarily keep the pain away. A year ago you wouldn’t have thought your 17-year-old self would suffer from a chronic disease. 

It was all so stupid it drove you mad. You were a young girl in a big city, with absent parents and spending too much time alone. What does a rich girl do when she's alone in her New York City apartment once again while her parents are on a “work trip”, probably both cheating on each other. You threw a party, now you don't remember any of it but here's how it went according to your friends and your parents.

You drank too much, way too much, your boyfriend Harry, brought you to your room and 20 minutes later they found you on the sidewalk in a small pool of blood, your foot at an angle it shouldn't be. You call that foot your zombie foot now because it still looks weird and probably forever will. Anyways.

You loved Harry, his blonde curls and brown eyes, he was smart and charming. He read Russian literature then lend you his books, would laugh if you didn't understand something before explaining it. He had planned out your lives, when you'd get married, how many kids you'd have, and what their names would be.

You didn't believe he pushed you off that balcony that night, there is no other logical explanation of what happened but there is no way your Harry would've done this to you. 

A lot changed after that night, your parent's suddenly started acting like they cared, as if they remembered they were supposed to be parents, and stayed by your side, almost all the time. Harry got sentenced but where he was, or how long he'd have to serve was kept silenced from you, you were being kept in the dark by everyone, parents, friends. 

A month ago your parents grew tired, you didn't know if it was of their reputation, if they were embarrassed about their marriage that was so obliviously crumbling or if they were tired of you. Their child, who spent days crumbled up in bed crying in agony because of a headache and heartbreak. Their child who spent nights curled up on the cold tiles of the bathroom after throwing up, listening to Harry's favorite song like it was the last thing tying her to him.

So they broke the news to you, you were moving to the Outer Banks; paradise on earth, where they met each other, got married, and had you before moving to the big city. 

You begged and cried to them to let you stay until you got on the plane, where you spent most of the time curled up in a blanket, music at the highest volume, tears silently leaving your eyes as you tried to ignore the pounding in your head and the turning of your stomach.

There was this vibe here in the outer banks, that made you feel like you had no other choice but to be happy, the sun was bright, you could hear the birds and the weather was nice, but this only frustrated you.

You had only been in the huge villa for a few hours when your parents came into your room, your room was already put in order for you, it had furniture and all, no personality. You had organized your books though, the library was not big enough to fit your collection so you left the rest besides your bed and got in bed.

 It was no surprise to your parents that they found you in your bed, staring at your ceiling and listening to Harry's favorite song, yet again. "Y/n there's company coming for dinner, get dressed," your mother said, "I don't want to" you answered. Your mother sighed, "well you have to, put some makeup on".

If you had the energy you would've yelled at her, you know children aren't supposed to yell at their parents, but you would show them respect if they started acting like parents. Instead, you closed your eyes and told yourself you were all right before getting up and putting on makeup.

🌊

When the bell rang, and your mother opened the door, and you were standing next to your father ready to welcome the guests, just for a second you remembered what it felt like to be your parent's daughter. Wearing a nice dress and a pretty smile, polite and quiet yet not boring. You remembered you hated that person.

"Hello, hello oh my god it's been so long" a woman in a neat dress comes in, her dark hair tied back into a bun, "Cynthia I'm so happy to see you" your mother hugs 'Cynthia'. When Cynthia lets go of your mother her eyes fall on you. 

"Oh dear, you must be Y/n, I can't believe this you are so pretty, last time I saw you you were just a little baby," she says giving you a big hug, suffocating you. "Meet my son, Topper" your gaze meets a boy around our age, tall, blonde, basically a Ken doll. Quite handsome, but not your type.

You remember your manners and stick out your hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n" you say, your voice soft, slightly raspy as if you haven't talked in ages. "I'm Topper," he says offering you a small smile. "I baked a pie, shall we bring this to the dinner table?" your mother offers, you feel like you're in a 50's household.

Sitting at the dinner table, poking in your pie with your fork but never actually taking a bite, you share a few glances with Topper. His mother and your mother used to be best friends. 

"Aren't you going to eat any of your mother's pie, dear? You should, put some meat on those bones huh, wouldn't want my daughter-in-law looking unhealthy" Cynthia laughs, her laugh demonically echoing in your ears. You should put some meat on your bones? Daughter-in-law? 

"Excuse me?" you ask your eyebrows knitting together and anger starting to burn in your stomach, "I didn't mean to offend you-" Cynthia gets cut off by her son. "Could you show me where the toilet is?" Topper asks, "please". Your mother gave you a look, so you obediently got up and walked away, the blonde on your heels.

"I don't actually need to go to the toilet, I just wanted to apologize for my mother's behavior," Topper said, "It's fine" you sighed. "No, it's not, I'm sorry, what she said was inappropriate," Topper says, you shrug your shoulders before he continues.

 "No, because you see, the thing is, I kinda have a reputation here of being a rich asshole. And It's hard to change such a reputation but since you're new, I just kinda hoped you'd make your own opinion, and I'd have a chance to prove I'm not all that bad and I don't want my mom fucking that shit up for me you know?".

"Don't worry I'm not letting your mother cloud my judgment" you say offering a small smile. "okay... that's Uhm, that's cool... so you wanna like, hang out? I can show you around Figure Eight" He says, scratching the back of his neck in anticipation of what you're gonna answer.

"what's figure eight?" you ask, "I'll explain if you come with me," he says, a smirk appearing on his face. "You know what, sure, I'll come" you answer. After Topper gives your parent's a rushed explanation about how he's going to show you around and you're gonna be home before dinner, blah blah blah, you're on your way.

As you're walking down the street of the Outer Banks Topper gives you the basic explanations, figure eight, the cut, the kooks, the pogues. After giving a snide remark about how stupid their divisions are the walk is silent for a while. 

Topper is the one who breaks thus silence, "You limp a little," he refers to your foot which was broken during your fall off the balcony, a wonder you can walk on it despite its condition when they found you.

"Yes I do" is your smart answer, "can I ask why?", "you can but I probably won't answer," you say with a smirk on your face. "Let me ask you this then, can you swim?".

🌊

"Topper I'm not wearing a bikini" you laugh as he starts taking off his clothes, "well you better start wearing them, because you're in the Outer Banks now baby, we live in swimwear". When Topper said he was gonna show you around you didn't think you'd end up on his boat, because yes, this 17-year-old guy owned a boat. 

"Besides what's the difference between underwear and a bikini," he says already stripped down to his swim shorts, "I don't know" you chuckle, "there just is!". He steps to the edge of the boat, "I've seen girls in underwear before, don't flatter yourself Y/n" he grins before doing a backflip into the water. Show off.

"So you coming or not?" he yells when he comes back up, his hair flat on his head as he rubs his hands down his face to get the water out of his eyes. "Fuck it" you mutter, you turn your back to Topper and quickly discard yourself of your clothes, leaving you in your black underwear. 

It was not your nicest underwear but it had a layer of lace over the cups so at least it looked good. Luckily you wore matching basic black panties, not that impressing Topper was something you held close to your heart. you swiftly turned back around and jumped in the water. 

"Holy shit it's cold" you hiss when you get back up, "you'll get used to it" Topper chuckles, "Sooo... there's a party tomorrow, on the beach, you coming with me?" he asks swimming closer. 

"Why are you so insistent on us being friends?" you ask, "because like I said, I'd like a chance to prove not only to you but to myself that I'm not a huge dick anymore and you look like you could use a friend, smile more" he chuckles.

"Sure, I'll co-" before you can answer you are interrupted by the sound of a boat and a bunch of teenagers laughing. You turn and see a boat coming, some blonde at the front doing some weird shit with his beer, the others cheering and laughing. You swim to Topper so you face him, "who are they?" you ask, "they're trouble, not people you want to be associated with" Topper answers, glaring towards the boat and pulling you closer to him. 

"What do you mean? are they a bunch of scary pogues" you laugh in a mocking tone, "my ex-girlfriend, Sarah she used to be called kook princess, then she cheated on me with a pogue, he used to be in their friend group" Topper explains. "So where are Sarah and the pogue today, are they on that boat?" you ask your smirk less confident as you see the seriousness on Topper's face. 

"They are not on that boat no, you see the pogue was kinda crazy because his father went missing at sea, he shot an officer and he ran away, Sarah went with him, they both died at sea during a storm," he says glaring at the boat as it passes by. "I'm sorry Topper, that must've been very hard for you," you say while looking at the boat pass by, finding three people already looking back.

🌊

It was the last Saturday before school started again and JJ was doing alright, unlike most of the time recently. JJ took it hard not having John B, and even Sarah, around anymore. At least he still had Kie and Pope, except that he didn't completely have them because since they started going out he was always third-wheeling. 

He knew they felt bad for him, often inviting him, until he started declining because he would always end up at the front of the boat with his feet in the water and a warm beer in his hands while Kiara and Pope were making out at the back.

And when he started declining they eventually stopped inviting him. But today was different, Jj craved having his friends back, so they were on the boat, in the bright sun, with two rules, have fun and don't kiss. And while his two friends were laughing at his attempt to do his stupid beer trick, for a second he felt like how he used to feel, happy.

"Oh shit" Kiara sighs and Jj lowers his beer, "That's Topper's boat isn't it?" she asks, Jj looks and sees what she's talking about, a bit further he can see Topper's boat and two figures in the water, Topper and some girl. 

"Who is that with him?" Pope asks, "maybe a tourist," Jj says to which Kiara playfully rolls her eyes, "Jj school starts the day after tomorrow, all the tourists are long gone by now". Jj shrugs his shoulder and watches Topper glare at the boat while talking to the girl, he wonders if they're dating and when she turns to look at the boat he wonders how Topper was able to pull a girl that pretty.

🌊

You pulled up at Topper's house around nine, your parents didn't seem to care you were going to a party the night before school started, they were just glad you were doing teenager stuff again. "Nice dress," Topper comments, when he gets out of his house, "thanks" you answer. You're wearing a simple summer dress, but it's nice, you like it. Harry would've liked it.

"Don't tell me you came on your bike" Topper groans, "what's wrong with my bike?" you ask, looking at your vintage orange bike. "First of all it's orange" Topper chuckles, "It's vintage, it's not an ugly orange, it's nice" you defend your bike. 

"Well I'll put it in the trunk of my car but we're not going to this party on bikes," he says. "I'm starting to get why you have the reputation of an asshole" you joke to which he slaps you at the back of your head, laughing you get into the passenger seat of his car, waiting for him to put your bike in the trunk. 

When he gets into the driver's seat you chuckle "an asshole and abusive", "I should wash your mouth out with soap" he shakes his head and you give him a wink before he starts driving.

The drive is peacefully silent, "so why exactly is there a party the night before school starts?" you ask. "It's kind of a kook's tradition. A way of saying fuck you to the new school year and I mean come on what's a better way to start the school year than with alcohol, music, and hot chicks" he laughs, "kook's tradition? so is it only kooks?" you question, "Uhm yeah basically" he answers.

"Can we just leave my bike in the trunk of your Jeep? won't it get like stolen" you ask the blonde, "don't worry no kook is gonna steal your little vintage bike" he laughs. The party is nice, people are dancing everywhere, in the water around the bonfire. 

You slightly cringe at how different these people are than what you're used to, girls calling each other silly and goofy for taking a shot, guys cheering and howling like they're at a football match when two girls make out.

Then you meet Topper's friends, Kelce and some guy named Rafe. Kelce is the definition of a douchebag and even Topper looks uncomfortable, you understand his reputation now, if all his friends are like this. Rafe is worse than Kelce though, because he's quiet and stares like a creep. Probably because he's high out of his mind.

"Let's go sit down somewhere, yeah," Topper says, his hand on the small of your back, "Kelce why don't you go get us some drinks", "I'm on it," Kelce says before walking off. Topper, Rafe, and you end up sitting somewhere a little more closed off from the actual party, Rafe rolls a joint and while you pass around the joint, you find yourself having quite a good time.

When the first joint burned out, another's being rolled, You laugh at some of Rafe's jokes and he chuckles at your sarcastic comments. Rafe doesn't talk much, you're not sure what his deal is but at least you think he's enjoying himself. 

"Hi, Toppi so this is where you've been hiding?" A girl comes up to Topper and takes place in his lap, she's pretty, with long legs, a tan body, and long blonde hair. "who's this" she asks when she sees you, there's a hint of venom in her voice and you subconsciously scoot closer to Rafe. 

"That's Y/n she's new he-" the girl doesn't let him finish and presses her lips to his, red nails raking through his hair. You look away and luckily Rafe passes you the joint. 

As you inhale Rafe turns to you and whispers in your ear, "That's Kayleigh, she's been obsessed with him since they were children and now that Sarah is out of the picture she's all over him, all of the time", "yikes" you mutter, the smoke leaving your lungs.

Kayleigh's lips leave Rafe's with a plop, "did you guys say anything?" she pants, "perhaps we should go somewhere more quiet Toppi, less... crowded". Sadly you don't miss her hand stroking over his crotch, "I don't know..." Topper says giving you a look, he clearly wants to go but doesn't want to leave you alone because that doesn't really prove he's much of a gentleman. 

"You should go it's fine, I mean it," you say giving him an almost pleading look, "I'll be back in a moment," he says, following the giggling Kayleigh. "I hope you know he won't be back in at least an hour," Rafe says, you just sigh in response. 

"So... you're new here who have you met?" Rafe asks, awkwardly trying to make conversation. "Uhm, just Topper and now You and Kelce... Kayleigh I guess, saw a few pogues on a boat yesterday" you answer. "You should stay away from them pogues," Rafe says, "why? because of the whole story with topper's ex, Sarah was it?" you ask. 

"Topper's ex is also my sister" he sighs, "oh Rafe, I'm sorry I didn't know, I'm sorry for what happened to her" you apologize, "it's fine, she was a bitch anyways," he says with a huff. "Oh" you can't find anything else to say.

After a long awkward silence, you break it, "hey my head's starting to hurt so I'm just gonna uh, head home" you awkwardly tell Rafe, "All right, see you around" he says before staring at some random shell in the sand. Okay.

You scan the area to see if you can find Topper but you have no luck and end up walking to his truck alone. You get your bike, that's luckily still there, out of the trunk and put your earplugs in, David Bowie blasting full volume as you bike away from the party.

It's quite peaceful to drive home at night, you find yourself thinking maybe you should wake up very early in the mornings and go for bike rides while it's still dark. But honestly, who are you kidding, you're not mentally well enough to do that typa shit, and biking can still be somewhat exhausting for your zombie foot.

You're not even that far from the party when you stumble upon something, at first you drove by it, then you realized what you just saw and dropped your bike before running back. "Holy shit" you whisper, "please don't be dead". A blonde guy is laying in the bushes, despite his beat-up face you recognize him as the pogue doing something weird with his beer.

You take out your phone and turn the flashlight on, right as you shine it in the guy's face you feel tiny drops of rain hitting your skin, "shit" you mutter and look up, angry-looking clouds fill up the sky and you can hear thunder. 

The guy in the bushes groans and you bring your attention back to him, "hey you need to try to get up, I think there's a storm coming" you say, the guy slightly opens one eye, the other shut from it being swollen and dark shades of purple and blue. 

When he sees you he groans and closes his eye again, "fuck off kook" he mutters, "don't start with that kook/pogue shit, there's a storm coming up and you are not dying on my account," you angrily say grabbing his hands and yanking him out of the bushes.

"Holy fuck" he says when he's on his feet, "my head spins" he mutters and holds onto your shoulders for balance, "It's okay, can you stand?" you ask. He lets go of your shoulders and opens his eye, "yeah I think so" his voice is groggy. 

"C'mon we need to get you on the back of my bike" you mutter helping him walk towards where your bike is abandoned on the ground. "Don't you have daddy's car something" he groans, "well if I did I wouldn't have told you to get on the back of my bike, now would i" you answer. 

You let go of him to sit on your bike and he struggles a bit to get on the back but eventually, his head rests against your shoulder, his whole weight slumped against your back. You groan and start biking, your legs burning already. 

After a few minutes the guy speaks up, "you're going really fucking slow," he's right, "well you are very fucking heavy and I'm not an athlete so pardon me" you groan.

#outer banks #obx angst #obx netflix #obx smut #jj obx #obx fic #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #rafe obx

[randomquietkid]

JJ maybank x secret girlfriend

"My perfect secret"

JJ maybank has started acting suspicious the past few months. Not talking about his hookups assuming he still had them. The little things. The pogues we're perfectly fine with leaving it alone that is until JJ doesn't want to go to a party, so the pogues decide to follow him home to see his little secret. (I hope you like it. I will be hoping to make it into a series if you guys want and always don't be afraid to request ideas you can find the people I most definitely will write about at my page. <3)

Trigger warnings: none. If I did miss any let me know :)

" what do you mean you aren't going to the party tonight JJ" John B asked him.. Well sort of yelled it at him in a questioning tone. "Not really feeling it tonight JB" the blond boy spoke simply like it was nothing but was everything to the rest of the pogues, JJ has never missed a party for a stupid reason especially if he "didn't feel like it" he always felt like it. "You expect us to believe that" Kiara spoke up to the blond boy and backing up JB. "Well you should, cause it's true" JJ said getting a little annoyed with the fact that his friends were upset that he wasn't going. "Just drop it" JJ said more firmly this time. Everyone just looked at him like he was out of him mind "well if you aren't going then neither are we" Pope finally spoke up and Kiara, JB and Sarah nodded in agreement. "No. You all won't miss the party because of me. I'll be fine" he said then left leaving the pogues in their thoughts.

Pogues POV:

"He's hiding something and I think we should follow him" john B said. "I agree. That was NOT the JJ maybank we know" Kiara spoke up. Everyone nodded in agreement and started their way following JJ back home or to wherever he was going.

Author's POV:

As JJ walked into his house he yelled "baby I'm home" and you came waddling your way to him. "Hi" you wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him with a smile. JJ hugged you back and wrapped his arms around your lower back and put his face in the crook of your neck. "I could stay like this all day princess" he mumbled into your neck as you laughed a little cause it tickled "me too" you smiled into his chest.

John B's POV:

As JJ walked into his house I heard him yell "baby I'm home" 'baby' did the JJ maybank finally pick one I wondered. "Did you guys hear what I did" Kiara asked to all of us and we nodded. "Maybe he got a dog" Pope shrugs "there is no way in hell JJ got a girlfriend. He can't settle for shit" Pope added. Part of me wanted to deny what he was saying but the other parts knew it had some truth. As we watched them hug I heard JJ say something about staying like this forever and something about a princess. I don't know he whispered it. Then the mysterious girl laughed and whispered something back. THEN HE KISSES HER FOREHEAD!! "Ummm you still sure about the dog Pope" I asked and laughed a little at everyone's faces. Kiara's was between pure shock and adoration. Pope looked surprised and Sarah looked between bored and proud.

JJ POV:

"I'm so happy to be back with you princess" I smiled down at y/n and got a mhm in return. "Y'know I missed at killer party for you babe" I joked. She looked up at me and said "JJ maybank missed a party for little me. I'm so honored" she sarcasticly wiped her eyes. "Oh you better run" I laughed at her as she ran and I chased after her. It didn't take much for me to catch her and throw her over my shoulder and I started to walk over to the couch. "Nooooooo put me down" she whined and I just laughed "no way" "fuck you" she said. I smirked as I said "you definitely did last night" she just opened her mouth and then closed it. As y/n/n was about to say something I reached the couch and threw her down, carefully of course. "JJ" she whined but her whines were soon replaced with her beautiful laugh as I tickled the shit out of her. "Ahhhh JJ" she laughed and sqrimred under my thouch. "Stop" she managed to get out while moving side to side trying to get away. I finally stopped when I got distracted by the way her face looked in the moonlight. "Your staring again j" she looked up at me through those beautiful long eyelashes and laughed. "What can i say you're breathtaking" I said speaking the truth. "So cringe" she said as she opened her mouth and put her finger in it like she was throwing up. I just rolled my eye's and kissed her forehead then on the middle of her nose then her nose and finally her lips.

Pogues POV:

We all watched at JJ was chasing the girl when he finally caught her and threw her over his shoulder. "Nooooo put me down" she said but he didn't."sooooo he has a secret girl" John B broke the silence. "Yep" Sarah said popping the 'p'. "Well what do we do" Pope asked. "I don't know. I think we should leave and tell him tomorrow that we know" John B suggested. "Yeah" everyone agreed and we all started our way back home.

Author's POV:

After their tickle fight which was a one way fight JJ and Y/n layed down together and drifted off to sleep happily, safe in each other's arms.

#jj maybank #made by myself #jj maybank imagine #jj fluff #obx netflix #maybank #jj

[tanlace]

concept: hiding from the idealistic rich folks becomes a sport. blair cameron’s reputation is her gold mine; jj maybank has never been afraid to get his knuckles bloody for anything. what’s a more chaotic pair than a girl who has all she could want but is never satisfied, and a boy whose most prized possessions are the sky and the sea?

a series of one-shots preceding valley of the dolls. does not follow the storyline of the show. all are inspired by various songs off the taylor swift albums evermore and folklore.

august: our story starts with a girl and a boy, their face basked in sunlight as they sipped on daiquiris and, for a moment, it seemed the line between the rich and the poor has faded into stardust (paper can be brutally heavy when it is stained with lipstick).

illicit affairs: in the wake of their newfound feelings, blair and jj are prepared to do anything in order to keep their clandestine meetings under wraps as autumn rolls in.

the last great american dynasty: jj is working a wedding at the country club and has no choice but to watch blair from afar as she bathes in all the riches he could never give her . . . holding the hand of a boy who can.

‘tis the damn season: as christmas settles in, blair and jj drive out to the cameron’s lakeside lodge for the weekend to bask in misty quiet the december snow so-generously offers.

mirrorball: following the surprise reemergence of her mother at her father’s birthday party, blair stains her dress with red wine and breaks down in the bathroom. jj is there to pick up the pieces, confronted to a side of the lavish girl he had never witnessed before.

invisible string: the window is always left open for the only person who felt the dire need of slithering through it way after midnight. following a fight out by the beachside, blair has her hands full with an injured jj and bloodstains on her carpet that seemed to have flocked in the shape of a bold, red string from the windowsill to the bed.

long story short: a drunken jj reminisces his failed, past relationships and comes to the conclusion that the girl he would like to spend his forever with is the one with the champagne glass, pressing a cold cloth to his forehead.

all too well: after blair abruptly cuts things off with jj on a warm april night, he finds himself struggling to pick up the pieces, finding a piece of her in everything he sees, smells and does. neither of them quite believes that this is the end . . . but the next page is blank.

#wattpad #jj maybank #outer banks #taylor swift folklore

[sunnyie-eve]

Not Forgiving(Pt.10)

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2246

Warnings: fluff, smut, light angst

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It took a few weeks for JJ to finally apologized to Callie for ignoring just her and not the others after Kie gave him hell. They talked it out and she told him she forgive him since he meant a lot to her. Also since it was just her and her Aunt Tess, Callie got a job at the country club picking up golf balls.

At the moment she was putting balls into her basket and some asshole Kooks walked by pushing it over making all the golf balls go everywhere, "Keep it together." Callie sighs bending over to pick up the basket.

A low whistle makes Callie stand up straight turning around to see Rafe. They haven't seen each other since that night they hooked up, "Can I help you? I'm a little busy at the moment. As you can see." She motions to all the balls.

"No."

"Okay, then." She squats down since she was in a tennis skirt and he most likely just saw up it when she bent over. "What do you want Rafe? Why are you here?" She huffs seeing he still hasn't walked away.

"I'm a member here so…" He squats down helping her.

"I don't need your help. This is my job and I need it so stop before someone sees." She picks them up faster.

"I'm sure you just want me gone so you don't remember we slept together." They both stand up at the same time.

"I have other work to get to." She walks off with her full basket and he follows her inside to the reception desk.

"Okay, I'm here because Will says you're ignoring him." Rafe leans on the counter as she sits down at the desk.

"I am. I don't exactly like my father so…" She logs onto the computer.

Rafe moves around the desk, into her workspace, "I don't blame you but he wanted me to give you this." He hands her an envelope leaning down at her side.

“You’ll get me told off for being back here, Rafe.” She takes the envelope from him.

"They won't tell you off. Plus I'm a Cameron…"

"Yeah, and your father was wanted and you did have a warrant for your arrest." She turns around in her chair to face him.

Rafe rolls his eyes walking back around to the front, "Better? Happy?"

"Yes but no… It would be better if you left now because you did what you were asked to do." She smiles as others walk up for their booked golf session.

-

The next day she didn't have to work so JJ was surfing while Callie sat on the beach watching since she wasn't in the mood to do so. As she lays back on her beach towel she suddenly feels water droplets falling down on her. Opening her eyes she sees JJ standing over her, "You're getting me wet."

"Oh, I am?" JJ smirks, "I'm just standing here." He thinks dirty.

"You know exactly what I meant, Maybank. Get your head out of the gutter." Callie sits up as he takes a seat next to her on the other towel.

She didn't care about him being wet anymore so she moves in front of him to lean back into his chest. JJ's arms wrap around her tightly, like he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go. He felt terrible for ignoring her after everything.

"I wish we had gotten the gold. You and me. We were gonna ship off somewhere nice. Somewhere our parents/ guardians can't reach us. We'd surf waves every day and smoke only the finest marijuana. Our own little slice of paradise. Far from OBX. We'd have our own house and everything." Callie smiles at his old thoughts. "I would've bought you a pretty diamond ring. And we could've got married on the beach in the summertime by the water. Barefoot, but I would still wear a tux if you want me to, as long as you wear white. We'll only invite the Pogues…"

Callie leans up from his chest to look back at him shocked, "Diamond ring? Married?"

"I don't plan on ever leaving you once I'm off of that friend zone circle becoming your boyfriend." He tells her in a serious tone meaning it.

She stares at him before leaning in giving him a sweet kiss, "Tell me about our could've been wedding." She leans back into him causing him to smile.

"We wouldn't have had a priest because Pope would've gotten ordained and performed the service. A full Pogue ceremony, nobody else. Not even parents. Well, maybe just Tess can be the only adult."

"That sounded very pleasing." She plays with his hands.

"I'm sorry again for distancing myself from just you. I shouldn't have since you are my second best friend. I should have gone through the process with you."

"Again, it's okay. I wasn't mad at you, Kie was." Callie giggles.

"Have you talked to your dad?" JJ changes the topic.

"No, it's kinda hard because of the past."

"I don't blame you." He squeezes her, "I'm ready to go home."

-

The next day Callie decided to have lunch with her father because he asked her to. They were at where JJ worked so he was serving them. "Can I get a refill?" Will waves for JJ to come over so he does.

"What made you want to go back to the Kook way?" Callie asks since in the past he got tired of it.

Will just looks at his daughter then at JJ who was just standing there, "You can go now." He tells him so JJ chuckles walking away.

"Why are you being rude to JJ? You used to like him the most out of him and John B." Callie tilts her head.

"He didn't need to listen to our conversation." Will sighs and Callie starts to hear people talking about how they're happy John B is dead.

Callie looks over at JJ, who was trying to hold it in. He looks at her shaking his head as they share a look.

"Shut up. Shut up, Top!" JJ snaps so everyone looks over at him.

"JJ, just walk away. It's not the time." Topper tells him.

"I don't think we were talking to you, Pogue." Kelce tells him as well.

"Can I have everybody's attention, please? I have a little announcement to make! My best friend, John B, did not kill Sheriff Peterkin! Rafe Cameron killed and shot the sheriff in cold blood! That's what happened. Is that so hard for you to believe Kelce?" JJ turns to him.

"It is actually hard for me to believe because it's always the Kook's fault. It's never the Pogue's fault." Kelce stands up so JJ pours water on him causing them to try to fight.

"JJ!" Callie gets up to go help.

"Callie, sit back down." Will groans.

JJ takes his apron off since he knew he was fired, "Come on, JJ." Callie grabs his hand.

"Callie!" Will shouts her name so they look over at him.

JJ flips him off as the two leave together. As they get to his bike people give JJ shit so he drives onto the flowers messing them up with his tires making Callie laugh before they drive off.

They end up going to John B's place as soon as they got off his bike JJ pulled Callie into his chest kissing her. "What was that for?" She giggles.

"Because I wanted to." He smiles leaning down to kiss her again.

"I'm sorry how Will treated you." She rests her chin on his chest.

"I don't care. It's just weird seeing him not act like a Pogue."

"He was born a Kook so I'm not surprised." Callie leans up to kiss him.

JJ leans down to kiss her passionately then things slowly got even more heated when she slipped her tongue past his lips. He tightened his grip around her and let his hands slide down.

Everything happened so fast, neither of them couldn't even recall walking into the Chateau. Before Callie knew it, JJ was throwing her on the bed hovering over her, attacking her neck with his soft lips.

Callie glided her hands through his hair and whimpered softly as he sucked gently on her neck. She couldn't help but involuntarily buck her hips up into his and he let out a low growl against her skin.

"JJ." Callie pleaded and he pulled up to look at her.

"What?"

Callie wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down to reattach their lips. Callie tugged up at his shirt and he laughed at her eagerness. As he pulled the material over his head, Callie lifted up ridding herself of her own shirt. JJ's hand goes down Callie's stomach stopping briefly when he got to the hem of her shorts. He was hesitant to snap the button and slowly pulled her zipper down but he does it. Callie lifted up to help him pull her shorts down her legs. He sponged kisses down her stomach and her breathing hitched in her throat when she felt his fingers dance over her panties. He looked up at her smirking at the way her breathing intensified with every little touch.

"Take your sweet time JJ." Callie glares at him.

JJ made his way back up her body, turning his attention to the sweet spot on her neck while his fingers hooked the seam of her panties and started to pull them down her legs. Then he worked to free himself from the confines of his shorts.

"You sure about this?" He asks her wanting to make sure.

"I want this, JJ. I want you." Callie looks him in the eyes so he leans over her, grabbing a condom and tore the package open with his teeth.

As he positioned himself at her entrance. He brought his face down to kiss her gently as he pushed himself in all the way making her moan at the feeling. Callie had her fingernails scratching at his back driving him crazy. Callie's hand slid up to grasp his hair when he started rubbing her clit as he continued fucking her.

"Don't stop." He started thrusting even faster at Callie's breathless answer and added more pressure to her aching bud. She could feel the tightness in her stomach and it wasn't even a minute later before she hit her high.

"Oh shit." JJ groaned as his lips met Callie's again and he filled the condom. By the time his movements came to a complete stop, he rolls off to lie next to her.

After a while, JJ takes Callie home and they see a new car at her house, "Tess has a guest?" JJ looks at her.

"She never invites people over." Callie gets off his bike.

"Well let's go see who it is, shall we." JJ takes her hand and they head inside.

"Callie?" Tess calls out from the kitchen.

"And JJ!" He shouts out.

"Come here." Tess says so they walk into the room and Callie stops dead in her tracks seeing who was with her.

"Mom." Callie stares at her.

"Hi, sweetie." Her mother smiles.

Callie stares at her before turning around and walking out of the house causing JJ to follow behind her. She was beyond pissed that she was randomly back just like how her father was randomly back too.

"Callie, where are you going?" JJ rushes after her.

"I don't know! But not here. I can't see her, right now." Callie starts to tear up so he pulls her into a hug. "She left me and now she's back?" She cries into his chest.

"I know, I know. Maybe talk to her about it." He rubs her back as she shakes her head not wanting to do that. "I'll be right there with you."

"You can't leave my side."

"I promise. Let's go back inside." He cups her face so she nods her head and they head back inside.

"I believe I have a lot to explain." Scarlett says as they take a seat on the couch.

"JJ, could you give us three a moment?" Tess asks him.

"No, he stays right here with me. He's not leaving my side." Callie holds his hand tightly.

"Your mother is moving back in." Tess tells her.

"I know it may not seem like the greatest news because I left you,"

Callie cuts in, "You didn't just leave me, you abandoned me here alone. I had no one but JJ and John B until the law showed up to check in on me to find me alone. I then had no choice but to move in with Aunt Tess and Joey which was hell because of him. Four years of abuse I had to go through because you up and left me. You wanted to get away from the memory of the traumatic experience yet you're back now? In the house, it happened in. And I'm sure your sister told you dad is living on figure eight now."

"I'm sorry and I know you will never forgive me for doing that to you but I came back just for you. Tess is worried about you so she reached out to me." Scarlett tells her daughter.

"You're worried about me?" Callie looks at her aunt.

"Yes, school is starting and I don't want you getting in trouble. During the summer it was fine but school is completely different." Tess tried to explain to her.

"You have literally nothing to worry about. Our treasure hunt is over, John B and Sarah are dead… What trouble am I going to get into?"

"Your mother wants back into your life." Tess gives her a look.

"It's not going to be easy." Callie gets up going to her room and JJ follows telling Scarlett it was nice to see her again.

"Well." JJ shuts Callie's door behind him.

"I'm not forgiving her."

#obx #outer banks #obx ff #obx jj #obx john b #obx kiara #obx sarah #obx pope #obx rafe #jj maybank #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope hayward #rafe cameron #sarah cameron #jj mayback imagine #obx jj maybank #rudy pankow #rafe cameron imagine