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The Less I Know The Better IX (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, jealousy, manipulation, DUI, mentions of blood, underage drinking, drug use, mild unhealthy relationship, eventual violence, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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It was hard to keep your eyes open, lashes fluttering and nails scraping along the railing. Rafe’s hands were tight on your waist, pulling you back against him to meet his thrusts. Your breath was shaky, moans and whimpers interrupting your breathing. Your legs were trembling, and you were sure that the only thing that kept you standing was Rafe.

He pressed his chest to your back, hovering over you and nipping at your ear. It was dark, the only light coming from that of the half moon in the sky. It was Rafe’s idea to spend a night on his dad’s boat, taking it out during the evening and having a sleepover on the water. You hadn’t hesitated to agree, and your boyfriend was taking full advantage of your seclusion. This was the second time you’d had sex today, your cunt greedily gripping Rafe and desperate for more.

“Louder, baby,” he groaned in your ear. “Louder. I want to hear you…”

As if to force your hand, he fucked you harder, making you gasp, breath hitching. Rafe’s name tumbled from your lips, and you reached back, nails pressing into his skin. You could feel how wet you were, feel it dripping down your legs. Your bathing suit was wherever, thrown haphazardly over Rafe’s shoulder the minute he got it off of you.

You could feel your stomach burning, skin blazing as he fucked you towards your climax. Rafe could feel it too, pulling you closer and backing up. He kept you against him as he sat down, fucking himself up into you with one hand sliding up your chest and circling your throat. Your fingers pressed into his thighs as you steadied yourself, moans climbing out of your throat.

He forced you up and down his cock, a groan leaving him as he stretched you out. Your thighs were shaking, and your breath grew choppy, and the only thing that kept your head upright was Rafe’s hand on your neck.

“Rafe,” you mumbled. “Rafe, I’m-.”

You cut yourself off, coming around him with a gasp, falling against him. Rafe was more than happy to hold you in place, pushing his cock into you and fucking you through it. You felt yourself shudder again when he spilled into you, one of his hands sliding over your stomach. Now, that you were on birth control, Rafe didn’t always use a condom, but your pregnancy scare didn’t allow you to let him make a habit of it.

When you fell to the side, Rafe slipping out of you, he reached for the blanket he’d brought. He wrapped it around you and pulled you against him, mindful of how cold you could get. You leaned your head on his shoulder, still fighting to catch your breath.

“Ward doesn’t mind about the boat?”

“Your birth control is fighting off my sperm as we speak, and you want to talk about my dad?”

You made a face, and Rafe chuckled. He leaned in to press a kiss to the side of your head, taking a deep breath.

“I didn’t really ask, but…as long as she’s back as perfect as she always is, he doesn’t care.”

“She?” you questioned. “What is with you guys and constantly comparing your favorite objects to women? You, John B., JJ.”

You laughed to yourself, but Rafe didn’t join you.

“Just a guy thing, I guess,” he murmured, and you shifted.

Your eyes met his, concerned.

“You okay…?”

Rafe slowly blinked at you, gaze unreadable and hair going every which way.

“Peachy. How is JJ, by the way?”

You knew what he was referring to, and it made you smile. He didn’t like JJ, that was no secret, but you were glad he asked about him because he knew how much you cared about him.

“Good,” you said with a nod, pausing. “Well, as good as he can be.”

You shook your head.

“Him and his dad… I don’t even know how to describe it.”

Your gaze lowered.

“I beg him and I beg him to get out, but JJ is one of those people where family is family,” you scoffed. “He’s going to stick by him no matter what, and I hate it.”

You had similar thoughts about Rafe, but you kept that to yourself. Sometimes it scared you just how alike he and JJ were, just how much they had in common. You both heard and felt Rafe sigh, and you wondered if his mind had gone to the same place that yours had.

“You’re a good friend,” Rafe murmured, and you looked at him just as he brushed a finger down your face. “I like that about you.”

You gave him a soft smile.

“I try to be.”

Sometimes you doubted yourself. Especially when it came to JJ. You often wondered if you were wrong to put your history with Rafe behind you. It wasn’t like you had talked to any of them besides Sarah about it first. Someone somewhere would probably argue that you didn’t need to, but you weren’t so sure.

It wasn’t like Rafe had only been mean to you. He had an ugly history with all of you, JJ especially, and while the morals behind it were subjective, you were sure almost anyone could agree that it was insensitive at best. It was like JJ announcing that he was seeing some girl who’d made your life hell at one point, and you suddenly had a better perspective on his side of things.

You were pulled from your thoughts when Rafe stood. You watched him pull on his pants before reaching into the pocket. You straightened, curious as he pulled out a small box.

“I know fancy jewelry isn’t your thing,” he started, sitting back down. “…and this reminded me of you, anyway.”

Rafe opened it, pulling out a simple gold necklace with a pink seashell attached. On instinct, you turned around, and he brought it over your head. His fingers brushed over your skin as he clasped it, hands resting on your shoulders as you played with it.

“You like it, right?”

Your eyes met his over your shoulder, and you brushed your lips over his, reassuring him.

“Of course, I do.”

He nodded, a crooked smile on his lips. His fingers ghosted over your hand, and Rafe exhaled.

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to buy you or anything like that,” he quietly told you. “…but all I want to do is buy you everything I see.”

He chuckled, and you joined him.

“I’m not used to it, that’s all. That’s the only reason it makes me a little uncomfortable, but I don’t think that. Besides,” you said, kissing him. “I can’t be bought anyway.”

“You sure you don’t want a snow cone?” Kie asked again as she brought John B. his, happy with her own.

“I’m good. They can get messy anyway.”

“That’s half the fun,” Pope spoke up, leaning back in his seat.

Kie took her seat too, excited for the movie to start.

It was warm outside, but not too warm to the point of being uncomfortable. You could hear some parents shushing their kids, the projector turning on as the sun made its descent. You felt like it had been a minute since all of you hung out like you used to, no tension or unspoken words hovering around. JJ’s arm brushed against yours as he shifted in his seat, and you smiled at him.

After he had apologized, things felt more like what they used to be than they had in a while. You didn’t know if it was because JJ had snapped, letting out everything he’d been keeping inside for months and making you aware of just how much he’d been struggling with this… Or because everything being out and in the open now had relieved him, had been the first necessary step to actually trying now.

“Rafe didn’t want to come?”

JJ’s voice was low, but you heard him all the same. You resisted the urge to sigh, remembering the disappointment on your face when Rafe had to decline.

“Family thing,” was your only explanation.

Neither of you commented on the fact that Sarah was here, clearly not held to the same obligations that Rafe was. Ward wasn’t even your dad, and you swore he pissed you off almost as much as he did Rafe. Sometimes you wanted to talk about it, but Rafe wasn’t known for expressing his emotions in a healthy way, and that hadn’t changed just because he was dating you. You would’ve loved to at least talk to Sarah about it, wanting some help on what you could do, but that…

That didn’t seem like a good idea.

You loved Sarah, like a sister, but you doubted that she’d ever admit to Ward’s favoritism. Sure, Rafe didn’t help the situation, but Sarah would probably never accept that it had been happening since she was born. She’d take it the wrong way, would feel like you were saying she had some blame, and you only just got one friendship back on steady ground. You didn’t want to shake the table on another.

JJ could probably relate to Rafe the most, but considering how much abuse JJ had to put up with, you didn’t know if he’d appreciate you coming to him about Rafe. JJ wouldn’t think the two situations were comparable. He’d probably laugh in your face if you tried to make him feel bad for Rafe Cameron, the guy who seemingly had everything. You could practically see how that would go.

“His dad gives him a hard time here and there and suddenly he’s like me? Tell me more about him confiding in you while lounging on his daddy’s yacht,” he’d say.

You were so deep in thought, the movie just a blur to you now, that you almost missed the vibration in your pocket. Your phone was on silent, but not off, and you slipped it out of your pocket with a frown. It deepened at the sight of Rafe’s name. You could feel eyes on you when you stood, slipping away to answer it without disturbing anyone.

“Hey…”

Your tone was inquiring. Rafe knew that you were at movie night with your friends, so you gathered that he wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t important. You were right.

“Hey…uh…” you heard him sniff, and you stiffened. “You still at that movie thing?”

“Yeah,” you glanced over your shoulder at your friends. “Rafe, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he hurried to say. “I just uh…I really need to see you.”

He was lying.

You could tell that something was wrong. It was evident in the way his voice shook, in the way he slurred his words a bit, and you remembered that he’d been with Ward tonight. You wondered what happened, what the other man had sad, and your hand tightened on your phone.

“Um,” you breathed, looking around. “I can come by-.”

“No, no, no, I can come get you,” he interrupted, and you could hear him starting his truck. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll come get you.”

He hung up before you could say anything else, and while you felt bad about leaving your friends, your concern outweighed that. They were curiously looking at you when you returned, watching you grab your stuff.

“Everything okay?” Sarah wondered.

“I don’t know,” you honestly answered. “Rafe is getting me. Something’s wrong.”

Sarah looked worried, and you shook your head, calming her down.

“No one’s hurt or anything…I don’t think,” you added. “He…he sounded off. Something’s wrong.”

Her shoulders fell at that, and they all looked disappointed that you were leaving. JJ’s expression was unreadable when you looked at him.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized to all of them. “He knows I’m here with you, so he wouldn’t call if it wasn’t serious-.”

“Y/N, it’s okay. There’ll be other movie nights.”

John B.’s words made you feel better, and you waved them all goodbye. You were barely in the parking lot for a minute when Rafe’s truck pulled in. He was quick to park, hopping out and helping you put your stuff in the back seat. You eyed him, taking in his taut expression, jaw clenched.

He didn’t say anything when he helped you inside, leaving you to stare at the door when he closed it. Your eyes were on him again when he hopped in, his own cold gaze focused on the road as he pulled off. You wanted to give him a minute, a chance maybe to get his mind together, but it became clear that he wasn’t going to tell you what was wrong.

So, you asked.

“Did something happen?”

Rafe blinked at that, pulling his lips between his teeth. His skin stretched over his knuckles as he tightened his hand on the wheel, briefly looking out the window.

“Rafe…”

You were getting worried. He was so quiet, and that unnerved you. You reached for him when you noticed his lips trembling.

“I don’t know what he wants from me,” he slowly said.

You sighed, disappointment and anger filling you as you realized what and who this was about.

“He’s not happy when I fuck up…a-and he’s not happy when I do something right…”

“Rafe-.”

“I mean…I’m starting to think that he’s just not happy with me…at all. As in, what am I even doing here?”

“Don’t-.”

“…because it’s becoming pretty clear to me that he doesn’t want me around, at all.”

“Rafe, please don’t say that,” you whispered. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” he bit out, teeth clenched. “What else am I supposed to think when me simply existing seems to upset him. What else could that possibly mean?”

He looked at you then, and that was when you noticed it. Rafe took notice of your gaze, and his face fell just as your heart did, reaching up to wipe his nose as he turned his face back towards the road.

“Are you high?”

Rafe didn’t answer, opening and closing his mouth, but his silence was confirmation enough. You heaved a sigh, more disappointed than anything else.

“Rafe, pull over.”

He didn’t listen to you, hands tightening on the wheel, mind more than likely going a mile a minute.

“You know Sarah didn’t even have to come tonight? Nah, of course, you knew because she was with you, right?”

“She was,” you quietly confirmed, just focused on trying to get him to calm down.

Your boyfriend laughed at that, but it lacked humor, filled with bitterness instead.

“He’s already decided that she’ll turn out better than me. Already made his choice,” he forced out, and your chest tightened at the tears in his eyes. “I almost wish he’d just wash his hands of me and be done with it.”

“No-.”

“That’d be better than whatever this is,” he choked out. “At least I’d know where I stand.”

The trees were flying past you when you looked out of the window, and you swallowed.

“That’s because he hasn’t given up on you,” you tried to placate him, but you were also speaking your mind.

“Bullshit,” he sneered, shaking his head.

“Rafe, you need to slow down,” you told him, hand on his arm.

“He’s taking her to the Bahamas with him,” he choked out, ignoring your words. “Sarah. He’s taking her to talk about the company, but not me? His oldest? His only son?”

His eyes were on you, one hand grazing his chest, and you fought with him to keep his eyes on the road.

“Rafe…”

He was rambling, pupils blown and mind moving too fast for his lips to keep up with. Your heart raced when you glanced at the speedometer, and again, you tried to get him to pull over or at least slow down. You wiped his face, but it was like he didn’t fully register your presence, talking to you but not really seeing or hearing you.

“You’re the only one who’s on my side,” he tearfully told you, looking at you.

“Okay, okay, but Rafe, I need you to look at-.”

“The only one who actually cares about me and what I want.”

“I know,” you whispered, nodding with him. “…but I really need you to keep your eyes on the road.”

He glanced at the road, but that didn’t last long, his gaze returning to you.

“…and I don’t know what I would do without you, because you actually listen to me…and you see how he treats me…and you’re always there…”

His words became background noise when you glanced at the road again, watching as his truck drifted into the other lane again. You almost pulled your eyes away when headlights caught your attention. Your eyes widened, hands tightening on him as you let out a gasp.

“Rafe!”

Your scream had him following your gaze, and he was quick to swerve back into his lane, but between the coke and the panic, he overcorrected.

You braced your hands against the glove compartment as the truck dipped down off of the road, the speed at which Rafe was driving causing it to flip completely. You squeezed your eyes shut just as the sound of breaking glass reached your ears, and you could feel Rafe’s arm pressing against your chest.

A scream was stuck in your throat, stomach flipping in time with the vehicle. One of your hands was clinging to Rafe’s arm, the other to your seatbelt, now. You were gritting your teeth so hard it was a wonder they didn’t break, and as the truck rolled again, your head hit the inside of the passenger door. Even with your eyes closed, stars clouded your vision.

His truck came to an abrupt stop when the tail end of it hit a tree, a startled gasp escaping you. The ringing in your ears was loud, and your eyes were still closed, not quite remembering how to open them. Adrenaline was coursing through you, and you knew that once it disappeared, everything was going to hit your body at once.

When you peeled your eyes open, the first thing you noticed was that your vision swam. You could hear Rafe stumbling out of the truck, and you could barely keep everything from swaying. You blinked, reaching up to touch your head just as Rafe opened your door. He was saying something to you, but you couldn’t quite make it out.

He reached over you, undoing your seatbelt and practically carrying you out.

“Does anything hurt? Y/N?” he called your name when you didn’t answer.

“I don’t…I don’t know,” you honestly answered as he set you on your feet.

You brought your hand up, noticing the blood on it, and your mind didn’t register how alarming that was. Rafe’s hands were on your face, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me,” he whispered, lightly tapping your face when your lashes fluttered. “Baby, look at me.”

The world was tilting again, and he caught you when your knees buckled. You could hear his heart racing in his chest, hear him swallow as he held you to him.

“Okay, okay,” he breathed. “We’re going to get you to the hospital. I’m calling Topper.”

“You can’t…you can’t come,” you slowly exhaled.

Rafe paused with the phone in his hand, frowning at you. He helped you stand up straight, leaning you against his truck. He looked at you like you were crazy, some blood on his cheek from where some glass got him.

“What are you…?”

“You’re high,” his voice trailed off when you spoke, pointing out the obvious to him.

You watched his face fall, the realization hitting him, and he licked his lips. Rafe glanced away, expression troubled before shaking his head.

“I don’t care-.”

“Rafe,” your voice held more conviction, now. “You crashed your truck. You almost caused a really bad accident…and you’re high.”

He opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the words to argue with you.

“Please… You can’t come with me,” you struggled to say. “Let Topper take me, and I’ll just meet you back at your house.”

Rafe ran one hand through his hair, a deep frown on his face.

“I can’t just leave you-.”

“I will meet you back at your house,” you tried to stand on your own, but swayed again, and his arms wrapped around your waist. “Call Sarah. Just tell her…I got into an accident, and I’ll come back with her.”

Rafe looked like he wanted to argue so badly, lips pressed together and tears in his eyes, but he knew you were right. They would ask him all kinds of questions, check him out too, and you didn’t want to think about what would happen, what Ward would say. He leaned you against him while he called Topper, routinely shaking you to keep you awake.

“Oh my God,” Sarah cried, pulling you into a hug.

You had paperwork in your hand as you hugged her back. Her arms were tight around you, and when you visibly flinched, she was quick to let you go. You hated hospitals, and you were relieved that you could finally go.

“When Rafe said you got into an accident, we all thought the worst,” she said.

You were pulling away from John B. now when Pope pulled you into a hug next.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Kie whispered, hands on your face. “What happened? They wouldn’t tell us anything.”

You sighed, licking your lips and avoiding their eyes.

“I was driving Rafe’s truck…when this car just came out of nowhere.”

It hurt to shrug, and your eyes met JJ’s then. He was frowning at you, studying your face, but he pulled you into a hug anyway. He deeply inhaled, breathing you in, and you didn’t want to think about how worried they’d all been. Especially JJ who struggled to let you go.

“You were driving Rafe’s truck by yourself?” John B. wondered, and you pulled away from JJ.

You hesitated, but Pope spoke before you could think about what you were going to say.

“You’re fine though, right?”

“Yeah,” you were quick to answer. “They said I have a slight concussion, but they gave me something for it and said that someone will need to monitor me for the next 12-24 hours. Watch me sleep. Wake me up every few hours and ask me questions, stuff like that.”

JJ was still frowning at you when you glanced at him again, and you quickly looked away.

“Of course,” Sarah said, taking your hand and guiding you out of the hospital. “Even if Rafe wasn’t frantic about you, you’d still be staying at my place, tonight.”

“Yeah, why wasn’t Rafe with you? And why didn’t he come to the hospital?”

You struggled to answer Kie’s question as you slid into the passenger seat of her jeep. The rest piled into the back seat, Sarah on John B.’s lap, but the Camerons’ house wasn’t far, so it wasn’t a big deal.

“Ward,” was all you could come up with, a lie.

It was a lie that was easy enough to believe, you supposed. However, when you looked in the mirror, your gaze meeting JJ’s, that frown was still on his face.

“Ward wouldn’t let Rafe come and see his girlfriend at the hospital after she crashed his car?”

You could tell by JJ’s tone that he didn’t believe you, and you looked out of the window.

“I guess not…”

You had only lost consciousness once during the hours that you’d spent at the hospital, waking up an hour later and waiting on an update on how you were. You had texted Rafe as soon as you knew, promising him that you would see him later. Even after Topper had arrived, you had spent a good fifteen minutes in Rafe’s yard convincing him to stay.

What had happened was an accident, a genuine accident, and Rafe felt bad enough without getting into serious trouble for driving under the influence. You felt sick to your stomach for lying to your friends about something so serious, but you knew how they would react. You knew that they would make it into something bigger.

Rafe’s truck was totaled, and you had to go to the hospital. There was no doubt in your mind that Rafe knew how badly he messed up. He didn’t need to hear it from them too.

They said their goodbyes when you and Sarah hopped out of Kie’s car, but they were cut short when JJ hopped out too. You thought that maybe he was getting in the front, taking your spot, but you frowned when he walked towards you. His blue eyes raked over you, taking in the cut on the side of your head and the slight bruising under your eye.

A sinking feeling grew in your gut.

“Rafe picked you up from movie night…”

You blinked, fighting to hold his gaze.

“So, how did you end up in his truck alone?”

“JJ,” you heard Kie sigh, frustration and disappointment coloring her tone.

“We all know what Rafe is like. Ward’s not gonna stop him from doing what he wants to do…” your heart sank. “So, why wasn’t he at the hospital with you? Why didn’t he at least meet you there? Hmm?”

You swallowed, unsure if it was the concussion or medicine or combination of both that kept you from coming up with an answer. JJ stared at you, and you stared at him, almost pleadingly as you silently begged him to let it go. JJ swiped his tongue along his lips, eyes dimming as he dropped his head, nodding to himself.

When he lifted his gaze to meet yours again, there was a small smile on his pink lips, but it lacked humor.

“Rafe was driving…wasn’t he?”

You didn’t answer, and your silence caused Sarah to look at you. You avoided her gaze, keeping your own on JJ as he did the same to you.

“Wait…what?” you heard Kie say.

She hurriedly got out of her car, followed by Pope and John B. now.

“Wait, wait,” Sarah finally spoke, hands up. “No. If Rafe was driving, he would’ve been at the hospital. He wouldn’t just leave her.”

“No, I don’t think he would,” JJ seemed reluctant to admit. “Unless someone made him.”

“JJ, that doesn’t make any sense,” John B. told him.

“It does if she’s protecting him,” he said with a shrug.

You rolled your eyes towards the sky at that, feeling angry even though you knew you had no right to be. It’s not like JJ was wrong, and it’s not like he was doing anything wrong by pointing out what you’d tried to hide. He was just being a good friend…but you hated him for it.

“JJ…”

“Let me guess…drunk…?”

“No,” Sarah quietly mumbled, in disbelief.

You crossed your arms over your chest, avoiding your friends’ eyes.

“No, wait, this is Rafe we’re talking about. So…high, right?”

When your tearful eyes met his again, the blond nodded, both satisfied and disappointed. The silence was loud, and you didn’t know what to say. You could feel all of them staring at you, and you licked your lips. Pope called your name, and you blinked, a few tears escaping as you looked at him.

“It was an accident,” you whispered to him, looking between all of them as they reacted. “It was an accident.”

“Are you kidding me?” Kie cried. “Look at you!”

“You act like he got behind the wheel with the intention of crashing his truck,” you argued. “He didn’t mean to!”

“He didn’t mean to? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Your head was hurting, and you didn’t pop enough pills to deal with this. You made your way towards the house, but you could hear footsteps right behind you. It should’ve come as no surprise that it was JJ.

“I am trying,” was the first thing he said when he forced you to face him. “I promised that I would be better, and I am trying, but you have to meet me halfway.”

You opened your mouth, but he continued.

“What am I supposed to say—do when you wind up in the hospital with bruises and a concussion because your boyfriend snorted a few lines of coke and thought it was a good idea to drive? Tell me how I’m supposed to react to that.”

You were at a loss for words…because he was right. JJ had every right to be angry, and that’s what you hated the most. You opened and closed your mouth, unsure of what to say when his attention was drawn elsewhere. You heard the door open, and you turned to Rafe, blinking at the cut on his cheek and bruising on his forehead.

“See?”

You turned around, watching as JJ gestured to Rafe, looking between him and your friends. Sarah’s expression was the only one you could focus on, the disappointment and anger in her eyes evident as she glared at her brother.

“JJ-.”

“What is wrong with you?” he interrupted, gaze focused on Rafe. “Aside from the obvious-.”

“JJ!”

He wasn’t paying you any attention, all of it reserved for your boyfriend. You both heard and felt Rafe come closer, his chest grazing your back.

“This isn’t any of your business,” Rafe quietly told him, his hand on your arm.

“You put my best friend in the hospital, and I’m not allowed to say anything?”

“JJ, please…”

John B. and Pope were near him now, worriedly looking between him and Rafe.

“Look at you,” he snapped, his gaze meeting yours now. “When Topper called Sarah, he said you could barely walk.”

You blinked, unaware that Topper had called Sarah too.

“Why are you defending him? Is it the concussion? Is that it?”

You blanched, pressing yourself against Rafe as he attempted to move closer.

“Do not talk to her like that,” your boyfriend threatened, tone icy.

“As opposed to what? Driving her into a tree?”

Rafe was silent when JJ looked at him, and you exhaled.

“JJ, it was an accident,” you reiterated.

“He could’ve killed you.”

He wasn’t looking at you as he said this, but at Rafe, and you glanced over your shoulder when he didn’t say anything. Rafe’s jaw was clenched, eyes softening some at JJ’s words. Your heart sank because you could tell that they got to him, Rafe unable to say anything back…because it was true. And he agreed. You watched him swallow, tearfully looking away before gently rubbing your back.

“I’ll be inside,” he quietly told you.

You stared after him, fighting back tears before facing JJ again.

“You don’t think he feels bad enough?”

“He should,” JJ sneered. “You could’ve died! Do you get that?”

“Yes, I do!” you screamed, and Sarah was beside you now, pulling you back some. “…but you’re acting like he did this on purpose. He didn’t mean to.”

JJ stared at you for what felt like too long, an expression you couldn’t place taking over his features.

“You know who you sound like?” he finally asked, voice low. “Me.”

“JJ,” John B. warned, and you frowned in confusion.

Your brows knitted together, unsure of what he meant as he just…looked at you.

“You sound just like me…making excuse after excuse…when I show up on your doorstep…”

Your eyes widened, understanding washing over you, and JJ’s head snapped to the side when you struck him. Sarah was pulling you back, and you were so in shock that she did it with ease. Your hand stung, and your mouth fell open as you stared at the blond. Kie looked just as shocked as you felt as Pope held JJ back.

“Rafe is nothing like your dad,” you slowly sneered. “If you even knew…”

You trailed off, taking a deep breath and swallowing. Your chest hurt so much, disgusted that JJ would even think such a thing.

“You wouldn’t even make that comparison.”

“…and yet here we are, fighting because I dared to point out that your boyfriend did a shitty thing…and almost killed you in the process.”

You blinked, more tears falling as JJ shrugged at you. John B. urged him away, begging him to ‘come on’. Kie and Pope threw you apologetic looks, and you barely registered the sound of Sarah’s voice as she pulled you inside. You couldn’t stop crying, no matter how much you tried, and she gave you a paper towel once you got inside.

She rubbed your back, staring at you as you repeatedly wiped your face.

“Sarah,” you choked out. “I’m not…I’m not stupid…am I?”

You looked at her, and she frowned at you.

“No, of course not,” she said with a shake of her head.

“It was an accident…”

Her face fell at that, lips pressing together. She took a deep breath, glancing away.

“Yeah…it-it was…”

You eyed her, carefully watching her expression.

“…but…?”

She held your gaze, her own expression very serious.

“Rafe could’ve killed you.”

Your lips trembled again at that, and you looked away.

“I’m sorry, but I’m on JJ’s side with this one,” she admitted, making more tears fall. “No, I don’t agree with him comparing Rafe to his dad. That… He shouldn’t have done that, but Rafe got high…he let you get into his truck…and he almost killed you both.”

You swallowed.

“That’s not good,” she whispered. “…and I know it was an accident. I know that, because Rafe would never go out of his way to hurt you, but…”

She gave a humorless chuckle.

“That doesn’t make it better.”

You stumbled back, falling onto the couch and pressing your hands to your eyes.

“He didn’t mean to,” you repeated, shaking your head.

You felt Sarah sit down beside you, rubbing your back and arms.

“I know,” she sighed. “I know.”

You rested your head on her shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut as she held you.

When you got out of Rafe’s shower, he was nowhere to be found. You had stolen one of his shirts, skin still damp as you peeked into the hall for any sign of him. You didn’t see him, but you did hear his voice coming from downstairs. It was only when you made it to the stairs that you realized he wasn’t alone.

Sarah’s voice was clear.

“You know, I rarely agree with JJ on anything…”

You sat down on a step, defeated as you realized what they were talking about.

“…but he was right…and you know it.”

“I don’t need shit from you, okay?” Rafe drawled.

They were in the kitchen, out of sight, but their voices made it sound like they were right next to you.

“You could’ve killed her.”

You looked down at Sarah’s words, swallowing as your gaze focused on your feet.

“…and I know that you’ve been hearing that all night, but you’re going to hear it a few more times.”

Sarah’s voice was thick, choked up with emotion, and you felt tears kiss your eyes.

“When I gave her my blessing to date you, I did it because I trusted you with her,” she harshly whispered. “…I thought you’d be different…better.”

“I am!”

“You’re still doing the same shit you always do, Rafe! Only this time, you’re taking her with you,” Sarah argued. “You wanna snort coke until your whole nose is gone? Fine. You want to drink yourself into an early grave? Whatever, but leave her out of it.”

You brought your knees to your chest.

“I saw the truck. I went with dad when he had it collected,” she whispered. “You both were extremely lucky.”

You heard Rafe sniff, and you fought the urge to go in there and wrap your arms around him.

“I fucked up. I know that, okay?” Rafe mumbled. “You don’t think I knew that when I had to basically pull her out of my truck? When she kept falling? When I didn’t want her to close her eyes because I didn’t know if she’d open them again?”

You slowly stood, feeling like you shouldn’t be listening to this.

“I’m going to do better,” he shakily whispered to Sarah. “I promise, I am.”

“You better,” Sarah bit out. “…because if anything happens to my best friend, JJ will be the least of your problems.”

“Trust me, JJ doesn’t need a reason to start fights with me…”

“…and yet you just gave him the perfect reason,” Sarah scoffed. “He’s never going to let this go…”

Sarah’s words faded as you got up and went back to Rafe’s room.

She was right, they all were right, and you hated it. What Rafe had done was serious, you knew that, and you knew that no matter how many times you repeated that it was an accident, it wouldn’t change anything. Rafe hadn’t gotten high just to get high, and you wished they could understand the effect Ward had on him.

It wasn’t an excuse, just a reason.

You still thought about the hurt and shock you’d felt when JJ compared Rafe to his dad. It wasn’t even remotely the same, and the memory made your chest clench painfully. Aside from that though, you knew that JJ had every right to be as angry as he was, and you hated more than anything that he had another reason to hate Rafe.

When Rafe came back to his room, he found you sitting cross-legged on his bed. You perked up at the sight of him, smiling, and he weakly returned it. He swallowed when you held your hand out, and reluctantly, he took it, allowing you to pull him closer.

“You didn’t mean to…”

Rafe gave a bitter laugh.

“That’s what scares me.”

You frowned, taking a deep breath.

“Things happen, Rafe…and it was an accident.”

“An accident that almost killed you.”

You pulled him down beside you, brushing your lips against the corner of his mouth. You wrapped yourself around him, holding him close.

“Rafe…please, please, please don’t beat yourself up over this…please,” you choked out.

There were tears in your eyes when he refused to look at you, dirty blond strands hanging into his face.

“I’m not good enough for you.”

His voice was barely a whisper, and you took his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. You hated the troubled look in his eyes.

“That’s not for you to decide.”

He didn’t respond to that, only nodding in defeat, not putting up a fight when you pulled him to lay down with you. When you kissed him, he seemed hesitant to kiss you back, your hands on his as you guided them over your skin. At some point, he didn’t need your help, fully being hit with the knowledge that things could’ve gone so wrong. Rafe was afraid to let you go, and even after you came around him for the third time, he still refused to let you go.

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[jscameron]

jayj 🌹

jj maybanks is the type of man to worship the ground you walk on, but also not take ANY of your bratty attitude.

“baby doll, i love you but can you please stop with your fucking attitude?! shit. smoke a j or something. damn”, he says, the volume in his voice rising.

“jayj, c’mon! you know i just love to fuck with you and get mad for no reason! i’m just a crazy bitch, remember?!”, you ask.

“the fuck are you talking about, babes?”, he asks, confused.

“don’t play dumb. i know what i heard you say at the party when you were sitting with john b. you said it as i was walking away to go to the restroom — that im just some crazy bitch.”, you say, matter of factly.

“okay, for context, you are a crazy bitch”, he says, standing up now. “but you know i love you.”, he says, grazing your cheek with his fingers.

“but why was john b saying that i was?! and why did you laugh?!”, yoh ask, pushing his hand away.

“baby, we were buzzed and just talking shit. if you must know though, he was just saying that you’re crazy about me.”, he says, looking into your eyes.

“yeah?”, you ask, looking up at him.

“yeah, baby.”, he says before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

you put your hands through his blond hair that you love so much, tugging on it just a little. he grabs your wrists with one of his large hands and pins them up to the wall, he starts fondling one of your breasts with his other hand.

“jayj, are you telling me what i think you’re telling me?”, you ask, breaking your kiss, looking up at him.

“oh yeah baby. we’re fucking.”, he says picking you up in one swoop to carry you to the bedroom. 🌹

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[outerbanksoftargtower]

I think I have a type :::

My guys !!!!!!

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[fangirlwithlou]

Blog recs

Just wanted to show some love to some of my favorite blogs on here. These people are amazing and so so sweet and most of them are also fantastic writers. You all have touched my heart in some way and I think everyone should go follow them right now. ❤️

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I will definitely update this! Also if I miss someone I am so so sorry, I have wanted to do one of these for so long but I am terrified that I will miss someone because I do not want anyone to not feel the love and support I have for them.

Again thanks to all of you guys, I have different levels of attachment and interaction with/to all of you ofc but you are all amazing in one or more ways and I appreciate that I have had the chance too interaction with you in some way. 😊

Love from Lou 💕

#rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #outer banks fan fiction #obx fan fiction #blog recs #lou rants #lou rec #jj maybanks

[darkscrossfire]

New Rafe Cameron fanfic idea!

Ive had a fanfic plot lingering in my head foreverrr and I had no idea who to write it about, but i’ll finally decided it shall be Rafe! :D

The overall vibe is very inspired by The Devil All The Time. The fic includes Priests son!Rafe who although was raised in quite an esteemed in holy household, his actions say otherwise. This fic is on the darker side, but knowing Rafe, that isn’t too unusual.

If you’d like to see any scenes/scenarios, please let me know!

Here’s a sneak peek into what it’ll be like :)

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #jj maybanks #jj maybanks x reader #outerbanks au #outerbanks fanfic #outerbanks season 3 #ward #ward cameron #sarah cameron #rafe cameron au

[cwritesforfun]

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader: I’m Madly In Love With You

You’re a Kook, but you’re his Kook. You’ve been dating for 6 months and it’s been amazing. Your family loves him and so do you. Except, he doesn’t know that you love him. And … you don’t know he loves you too. 

Y/N = Your Name **I do not own the Outer Banks characters**

JJ’s POV

I knock on Y/N’s front door and wait. I wonder what she’s wearing today and what snack she has for me. She looks really good in red. I mean she looks good in every color, but wow red! Hot! I love my girlfriend. Shit, I love her. I need to tell her, but how? If she opens the door, do I just say it? That will ruin the fun day we had planned with my friends if she doesn’t feel the same. She has to, right? Or else why would we keep dating? I’m stressing myself out for no reason. Calm down JJ. My friends love her, which is fun because Y/N gets invited to all of our outings. She brings food or snacks every time. Sometimes her mom even sends us with extra stuff they have because she knows we don’t always eat real food. I love her family too. They accept me and love me.

The door swings open and it’s Y/N’s mom. She exclaims “JJ! Good to see you, sweetheart! Y/N should be ready for your boat day soon. I have no idea why it’s taking forever. Please come in. She’s in her bedroom. And make sure not to forget the snacks.” I step inside, give her a brief hug, and head to Y/N’s bedroom.

I open the door and see Y/N pacing the room. I jokingly exclaim “Uh oh she’s pacing! Everybody panic!” Y/N snaps her attention to me and half smiles before she then keeps pacing. I stop in front of her and and grab her hands with mine before I ask “Babe, talk to me. What’s up?” She answers “I don’t know. I just feel sort of jittery and off today. I keep overthinking every single thing that I’ve done. It took me 20 minutes to decide on oatmeal for breakfast. I have no idea why it was such a struggle to decide that. I’m still in my pajamas, JJ. I don’t even have a bathing suit on or my bag packed.” I reply “Ok here’s what we’re going to do. Do you trust me?” She answers “Of course I do.” I reply “Great, I’ll pick out your bathing suit and you’ll look great because you look great in everything. Then, I’ll help pack your bag and we’ll go hang on the boat. You can drink a little and maybe that will take the edge off. My friends love having you around, so don’t worry about being someone you’re not.” She half smiles and replies “Okay.”

I hand her a red bikini and I shoo her off to change. I grab denim shorts and one of my shirts that she has for her to wear today. I toss it to her when she walks out. I help her pack a few extra things and we grab the snacks from her mom.

I hand Y/N my helmet and I help her get on my motorcycle. I get on, I feel her arms wrap around my waist, and we drive off to the Chateau.

As soon as we arrive, I notice Kie pacing around. Why is everyone pacing?! I exclaim “Someone please tell me why everyone is pacing.” Kie replies “Shut up JJ! I have a lot on my mind…. Ooh, I like your outfit Y/N.” Y/N replies “Thanks. JJ picked it out. I was stress-pacing this morning.” Pope says “I have a great idea, guys. Let’s go on the boat.” John B replies “But shots first. We need to take the edge off.” I smile and say “That’s my kind of move. Let’s do it.” John B pours us all alcohol in random cups and we throw it back.

We get on the boat and I make sure to put the snacks from Y/N’s mom in the cooler along with extra drinks. We’re set for the day.

I get behind the wheel and I pull Y/N to sit on the seat, so if I lean back, I lean between her legs. I like being close to her and I know it is clingy, but I love having some part of me touching some part of her at all times. 

We cruise around the water for awhile letting the breeze run through our hair and just enjoying each other’s company. 

I pull us to a dock and we stop for a bit, so we can all jump in the water. 

Y/N pulls off her shirt and shorts. Kie compliments her bathing suit and she once again compliments me for picking it out. Kie smiles at me and says “I didn’t know you were so into fashion, JJ.” I reply “I just like the color red on Y/N. I can’t help that she looks good in everything... and nothing.” Y/N starts chasing me and I dive into the water before she can get me.  Everyone jumps in and we swim for awhile. 

After swimming, we eat the sandwiches from Y/N’s mom and we down the hard seltzers we brought. 

We ride around for awhile before we go back to the Chateau. Y/N offers to buy 2 pizzas if we can pitch in a tip for the delivery driver and give her some money. She honestly is the best. My little sugar mommy;)

2 pizzas and some beers later, we all find ourselves around a fire pit and chilling by the fire. Kie, Sarah, and Y/N have been talking near the boat for a while.

Pope asks “What could they be talking about for so long?” I answer “No idea. Girls are girls. Hopefully they are confiding in each other about why they were all stressed this morning.” John B replies “Ah, so Y/N has said nothing about it?” I answer “She said she just woke up jittery and stressed. She does sometimes, but this time has made her not herself. I was worried. I just want her to confide in someone even if it’s Kie or Sarah.” Pope replies “Gross, you two are so cute.” I playfully shove him causing him to laugh. Pope then asks “Don’t hit me, but have you told Y/N that you love her yet?” I sigh and answer “No.” John B replies “Take it from me, just say it. The future is too uncertain to not say you love her.” I reply “Wow, buzzkill alert. Shit, here they come. Haha, you are so funny, Pope.” Pope looks at me confused and pretends to laugh along with me.

Sarah immediately slides next to John B and they kiss. Pope says “PDA Alert!” Y/N sits next to me on the hammock and I ask “Do you want to kiss too?” She smiles and answers “Of course I do.” I lean in and smile into my kiss with her.

As the night ends, we clean up outside and start heading inside. I turn to Y/N and ask “Can you spend the night tonight?” Y/N answers “Yes I can. My mom said I could.” I reply “Good. I want to cuddle and I sleep better when I’m with you.” She smiles and replies “You’re so cute. I lo... I love cuddling with you.” Was she about to say she loves me?! 

We make it to my makeshift bedroom at the Chateau and we change into our pajamas. Y/N walks over to me and I say “The bed is so cold without you. Hurry and get in.” She laughs and slides into the bed. She wraps her arms around my stomach and I kiss her on the head. I have to tell her.

I exclaim “I need to tell you something.” Y/N sits up off my chest and looks into my eyes. I say “I really don’t want to lose you. Please keep that in mind.” She takes my hands and says “JJ, you’re worrying me. Are you okay?” I say “It’s not a bad thing necessarily... I guess it would be sad for me maybe... I just really have enjoyed these last 6 months of spending time with you. You’ve become someone very special to me and are the reason that I want to keep living to see another day. You brighten my day with your smile and your kind words. Y/N, I’ve loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you. I’m madly in love with you and I want to keep spending our days together. You are my everything truly. If you don’t feel the same way, please tell me, so I can move on.”  She drops my hands and asks “Do you really think I don’t love you?” I shrug and reply “I mean...” She quickly places her hands on either side of my face and says “Babe, it’s you. It’s always been you. I am so in love with you, JJ Maybank.” She leans in and I close the distance as we kiss.

I end up finding out that she was stressed this morning about how I’d react to her loving me. 

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[phoniexrose02]

Mesmerized 🌹

JJ Maybank x Black!Reader

Unrelated Note: This woman's is fukin'Stunning

🎶Angel🎶

Today's a Good Day, Beautiful Weather Low Tide, Plenty of Herb and a brand New Beach to enjoy it on.

"Bitch...Please tell you Grabbed the Torch"

And your best friend Tina~

"You Ruinin' the Moment T, Just lay there and Relax" You turn up your speaker placing you Phone back into the sand."Yes we're here to relax and you know this will Help" She reaches over your body to pull the Torch from your bag."I get first Hits since you wanna be Lazy" you sigh pulling your Bong from the sand holding it out for Her."We'll you can Pack Then Sis" You stare at the open Seas.

The Lounge chairs Pointed to the small Neighborhood beach was an Amazing Day on it's own But, Ripping a Clean bong with New Grass and some Toonz always Boost the Mood.

The two of you were snapped out if your Trance by a small Group of People Now entering the Beach, Some Young Adults bout the same age as you and T. "Oh Girl I think they Surfin' or sum Shit you wanna go watch?" You stand from your chair removing the Fitted Silk Rob."Girl I told you, you looked amazing in that Bikini" The two of you watch as the boys head out into the ocean."I could never do that, I hate going out to far as it is" You watched as they Closely came back to the shores."Alright We should probably Get back I don' need them Thinking the wrong thing" You turn back making your way back to your small Area.

"Oh Bitch my Song is Playing!" Tina Quickly Shuffles back to your chair."Girl you've been all over that song since you watched that damn movie, it don' get tireing?" She gives you a stank look before turning it up. But before you could make it back to your Comfortable chair your Nearly Knocked over by the boys speeding past you.

"Shit! I'm sorry You ok?"

He helps you up and you finally Meet each others Gaze.

🎵Such an Angel🎵

"I..Yea...Ummm"

"My bad" He gives you a Small Smirk

🎵In your Halo🎵

T Gently rested her hand on your shoulder Breaking the both of you from Eye contact" You alright girl?"

"Yea! I'm fine just...um I'm Y/n, I moved Just there" you point to your Small Home and he smiles."Yea we seen it getting Built, JJ" your Smiles Widened as he spoke, T Smiled and Rolled her eyes."Ooook JJ. We'll be on our way now it was Nice to meet you" She shoved you away quietly giggling under her breath.

His eyes Wondered down your Body, your Beautiful Skin Glowing in the Sun, your SwimSuit hugging your Curves Tightly.

Jesus

Vrrrrrrrrrr

"Mmm~" You we're Rudely Interrupted by a Loud Not on your Door."Girl Leave your Kitty Alone and Get Ready we're Going out tonight" you sigh slowly shifting out of Bed and Heading out into the hallway."Aren't you Tired if that, You've been using it all week" You walked into your Shared bathroom."You need the Real thing"

"No! I don't need no man" Mhm "Is that your Excuse? Was that Not you Screaming that Boys Name Last Night Was it JJ?" You covered your mouth quietly giggling under your Breath in Embarrassment." These Walls aren't to thick Y/n" you Unwrap your hair as she stared daggers threw you."Oooh Fuck J don' Sto-" She Mocks

"Girl shut the Fuck up! You act like I ain't caught you in The Fever" She only Giggled as you stomp back to your room.

You pick threw your hair modifying it to your liking in the Car Mirror."Look Girl we gon Come up in here looking like some bad bitches get Fucked up and Look for some Men" you roll your eyes Throwing your pick somewhere in the backseat."Y/n you know you want it...at least Mingle"

The Party was Pretty Chill, Maybe a little too Chill. You'd over Dressed, you could have Came in Sweatpants and a Crop top and no one would bat an eye.

But

All Eyes were on you.

"Y/n?"

"JJ I didn't think you'd be here" His Mood was immediately lifted."You look Stunning" Your Dress hugged your Curves Tightly the color matched your Skin Perfectly.

Your Glowing

"You wanna Get out if here? I'm no expert but those Heels look like they're killing you"

"Yea your not Wrong" You pull your shoes off and he quickly grabs them for you." We can Chill outside, I've been trying to spark a Joint for the longest but they won' let me" he pointed to his Small Group of friends.

"Sooooo you surf? How do you do it?" He smiles sipping from the red cup ad the two of you started your walk."I was born and Raised here, I was Taught young and I plan to do the same down the line" he pointed at you with a welcoming smile."What's someone like you doin' here, You Dress Rich but your down here with us. What made you move to the Cut" you Simply shrug averting your eyes from his Gaze."We aren't rich but we are decent on Money. We never really wanted a big house just a small house near the beach"

"Is she your Girlfriend?" JJ nearly blurted out."No! god no She just my home girl we Can't live without each other" he sighed almost in relief." Sorry just thought someone like you would be taken by now" You giggle lightly shoving him."Boy you Crazy, I don' have anyone like that Yet" he stepped in front of you stopping the both of you in your tracks."So I'll be the first?" Hm?

"To ask you out that is? First one in town?" Unexpected. "Yea you'd be the first" You whisper softly staring at the ground for a bit."Good" he smiled holding his hand out to you."I know this amazing Restaurant down the road, Maybe we can chill there. Get to know each other " you stare at his hand before meeting his Gaze once again.

"I'm down" Your Met with the Same Euphoric Sensation When he Grabs you hand Happily swinging your arms together the party's music slightly fading from your ears.

🎵

#jj maybank x black!reader #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #outer banks #JJ maybanks #jj Maybanks x reader #Vanilla Brown Pound #Black Reader

[all-these-wasted-years]

“ Cause we made it, underestimated and always underrated ” - Louis Tomlinson

Look at our happy lil beebs, we made it guys 🥹

Please like & reblog if you save/use ! < 3

#jiara #jiaranation #outer banks #obx season 3 #obx3 #kiara carrera #jj maybanks #kiara and jj #pogues #jiara pfp #jiara matching

[thescoopstroopers]

THAT TEASER TRAILER FOR OBX4

#its a two second clip but omg #the theories i have already lol #i think kei is gonna get divorced from her parents so she can be legally an adult #i think kei and jj are going to move into together #i also think we are going to find out more about the pogues families this season #obx4 #rafe cameron #john b routledge #jj maybanks

[beautifulmadnesss]

"Slowly Sinking, Wasting" Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader Part 4

Summary: Cassie's actions finally catch up to her, leading to an unlikely bond between JJ and Rafe.

Warning: drug use

Desperation, self-hatred, anger, and an all consuming loneliness swirled around fighting for control in my brain making it feel like it was about to explode. I couldn't trust Rafe, he was too indecisive about how he felt and right now I needed someone I could count on to help me.

It was already late morning and the sun was beating down on me as I walked along the side of the road. I knew it wasn't just the summer heat that was causing the sweat to pour off me, the shaking in my hands reminded me of what was really happening. Despite the tremors I kept a tight grip on the statue I had swiped on my way out of the Cameron residence. Honestly, I had no clue what it was, but I knew it was enough to trade for some coke.

My body was on auto-pilot, simply doing what was necessary to get the fix I needed to survive. I'd only really been to Barry's as a kid with my dad and I'd never had a conversation with him. My words were slurred and desperate, but he willingly traded the statue for the drugs and didn't say anything as I quickly set up several lines for myself, desperate to get as much as possible to make everything else go away.

The relief was instant and everything seemed to melt away. The anxiety I felt moments before faded to the background and it was as if nothing else mattered. It seemed like I was floating as I slumped over, slipping off the couch onto the floor. My eyes fluttered shut and everything else disappeared.

Rafe's POV

I was angry at Cassie for what she said, yet I couldn't escape the sinking feeling in my stomach. She was in real trouble and as far as I knew she had no one else left to turn to. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I really cared about her and I didn't want anything to happen to her.

When I spotted her older brother JJ across the dance floor with my sister, I knew I needed to put aside anything I had with him and ask for his help.

"Hey." I said as I got closer to him and I immediately received a look of disgust from him.

"What the hell do you want?" He snapped.

"It's about Cassie."

"Yeah, I heard about you two." He scoffed. "I should've known you were the one to corrupt her. Hope you two have a great time together."

"I think she's in trouble." I replied, trying to shove down the anger bubbling up, our rivalry wasn't important right now.

"Seriously dude. She come over to my house last night and she was really messed up. I swear, I never would've given her the shit if I thought she would get so addicted so quickly. She was shaking and sweating and crying. I found her going through my stuff looking for more, but I wouldn't give it to her. I told her she needed to get help, but she freaked out on me and left. I know I shouldn't have let her leave, I just- I think she might really be in trouble, man." He was just staring at me for a while and I could tell he was weighing trusting me against his need to protect his sister.

"Where do you think she went?"

"I don't know, probably somewhere to get more, but I don't know where that could be. Do you know if she knows anywhere?"

"Yeah, yeah, my dad would sometimes make us sit in the car while he got some from that dickhead, Barry. You're driving." I nodded and led him to my car. He followed me to the drivers side and shoved me against the door, immediately punching me hard. "I won't forget that you were the one who gave this to her in the first place."

"I know, I fucked up."

"Good. Let's go." He let me go without another word.

As we drove, I saw JJ picking at his nails and tapping his leg anxiously. He noticed me watching him and glared at me.

"Why do you care anyway? Besides trying to fix the guilt you feel." He taunted.

"I actually like her, shocking as that may seem. I should've just told her how amazing she is. Maybe if I would've told her how beautiful and incredible she is, she wouldn't have-" I stopped, not sure why I was sharing this with JJ Maybank of all people.

"Yeah." He said absentmindedly. "Did she tell you why she wanted it?"

I paused, not sure if I should tell him, but then I decided if we found her safe, she would need his help and he needed to know how she felt. "She said she was lonely. She thought you and your friends didn't care about her anymore now that Sarah was around." He visibly flinched at the words. "She told me about your dad too." He just nodded this time. "I told her before she blew up, but I really mean it. I think she needs real help, like rehab kind of help, and I will pay for it."

"We don't-" I could tell he wanted to be proud and refuse the help, but stopped. "I can take care of her." He said instead.

"I know, she will need you with her if she's going to beat this. You've brought her this far, but you don't have to do it alone." This time he looked at me and gave a slight nod.

When we pulled up to the house, JJ was out of the truck before I had stopped it. I wasn't long behind him, but he was already pounding on the door.

"What?" Barry snapped as he answered the door. "Country Club," he said as he saw me. "If you're looking for that statue I pawned it earlier today. Should be more careful what whores you allow in your palace."

I didn't try to stop JJ from punching him, but I knew even if I did try, there was no stopping him.

"Where is my sister you douchebag?" He roared.

"That bitch came to me." Barry shot back defensively.

This time, I took a swing at him. "Stop talking about her like that. Answer him."

"Look man, I can't have the cops showing up at my place, but I ain't having no dead girl on my conscious, so at least I called an ambulance." He blurted out after a moment of silence quickly followed by JJ clocking him again.

"What do you mean?" My blood ran cold at the words "dead girl."

"She OD'd, so I dropped her at that abandoned house on James St and called 911 then I left."

"You just left her!" JJ dropped him and immediately followed him to the floor landing blow after blow. I quickly pulled him off.

"We can check the hospital, let's go." I grunted as I tried to pull him out of the house, but after a moment he stopped and followed me out to the truck.

This time neither of us spoke as I sped toward the hospital. My knuckles white as I gripped the steering wheel as tight as I could, trying to push aside the picture of her lying motionless on the floor of an abandoned house with pale skin and blue lips. I knew JJ was thinking the same thing as we pulled into the hospital parking lot, both of us sprinting across the asphalt and through the front doors.

"Cassie Maybank. Is she here?" JJ blurted out before he even reached the desk.

"Yes, she-" He didn't wait for anymore information and neither did I. We pushed through the emergency department doors and he immediately went left, so I went right, pushing the curtains apart for each section, desperately searching for her.

"Here." I heard JJ's voice crack as he called out to me. I ran toward the direction where I heard it come from and found him frozen at the foot of her bed. She was just as pale as the picture in my head and her lips were the same haunting shade of blue. Doctors and nurses were talking loudly, shuffling around her bed. One of them slammed a needle into her thigh while another was pounding rhythmically on her chest.

Neither of us moved, as everything around us seemed to be in hyperdrive. The machines beeped loudly and in my limited knowledge, I knew that wasn't the sound of her heart beating.

"No." JJ muttered softly. "She-"

I didn't know what to say. I felt the same way. She couldn't be dead. She had to be okay. I felt my chest closing in on itself as the reality sunk in. This was my fault. I did this to her. If she died, it would be entirely my fault.

"Turn her on her side," someone yelled just before she vomited all over the floor, choking and gasping for air.

I reached over and squeezed JJ's shoulder with shared relief. She was alive at least.

A/N: this will have one final part

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The Less I Know The Better VII (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, jealousy, mentions of pregnancy, eventual violence, mentions of public sex, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, mild unhealthy relationship, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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Life was funny.

It never not amazed you how fast things could change, and how drastically they could overnight. Months of near perfection had spoiled you, had made you forget what it was like to truly worry over serious problems. Rafe had treated you like nothing less of a princess, and for months, that was exactly what you felt like. A princess. Dating him felt like a dream…

…and then you woke up to a reality check.

Your period had always been regular, but a day or two late wasn’t unusual. A week on the other hand…

You only noticed when the fourth day came around, your eyes passing over some pads and tampons in your bathroom. You had paused on them, lips parting as you wracked your brain, telling yourself that it wasn’t a big deal. Four days late wasn’t the end of the world and definitely not an indication of something. When you woke up on the fifth day with no period in sight, you’d almost had a panic attack before forcing yourself to take deep breaths.

After that first night in the hotel, Rafe was…greedy. Insatiable was a better word, but it wasn’t like you were complaining. You liked that Rafe couldn’t seem to get enough of you, cornering you in his kitchen or kissing down your frame in the early hours of the morning before the rest of his family woke up. You liked when he pushed you over the counter, filling you up while his perfect teeth scraped at your neck.

You felt almost as obsessed with him as he was with you.

It was only last week when he’d dropped you off at your house in the middle of the night. A quick kiss goodbye had turned into something more, Rafe desperately pulling you into his lap and sliding you down onto his cock. Your fingers had been threaded through his, lips parted as he kissed along your throat, bucking himself up into you. You were pretty sure he had your underwear in his pocket when you finally stumbled inside.

Now, the thought of touching him made you want to cry.

It was the eighth day and still no period when you finally broke down. You’d told Rafe that you weren’t feeling good, and despite how much he protested, you insisted that you just didn’t want to get him sick too. You couldn’t handle looking him in the face without breaking down over it, and Rafe liked you enough, sure, but enough to raise a baby with you?

You doubted it.

The logical thing to do was to just go buy a test and know for sure, but you didn’t know what you would do if it turned out to be positive. For the first six days, you convinced yourself that you didn’t need one. You just needed to give it a few more days, and your period would come, and everything would be fine. You and Rafe were always safe, anyway, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. That was what you kept repeating anyway, trying to convince yourself it was true, but once the week threshold had been officially crossed, you couldn’t take it anymore.

It was all you could think about, worrying and wondering if there was a person growing inside of you. You couldn’t even drink, too scared about if you actually were pregnant. You told yourself that you were just going to bite the bullet and buy a test…whenever you mustered up the courage. You just couldn’t bring yourself to, choked up every time you imagined staring down at a confirmation that you were.

You thought you were doing a good job of hiding your stress, but JJ knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. It still amazed you that you’d been able to keep Rafe a secret from him, at first, so you shouldn’t have been shocked when he confirmed your suspicions that he knew something was up. You hated lying to him, especially when he knew you were, but this wasn’t something you could tell him.

You liked to be sparing of the details of your relationship when it came to JJ. You knew he’d probably never come around to Rafe, and you accepted that, so you didn’t see the point in making it harder on him. If JJ knew that you thought you might be pregnant, it would open the floor for whatever he’d been keeping to himself about Rafe for months.

The first thing he would do would be to blame Rafe when it takes two to do what you both did.

No one knew, but it still felt nice to have JJ there for you even if he didn’t know why. You had wanted to tell him, but you couldn’t stomach the disappointment and anger you’d probably see there. You hadn’t realized how relieved you’d be when he decided to stay, and maybe it had been what you needed because when you woke up, he was gone, but you had finally decided to do something other than cry.

Kie answered on the second ring.

“What’s up?”

She sounded like she was doing something, and you cleared your throat.

“Are you busy…?”

“No, why?”

You licked your lips, swallowing as you looked around your room.

“I need… Um, I need your help with something.”

It took less than an hour for Kie to be on your doorstep, frantically knocking. However, when you swung the door open, you hadn’t expected Sarah to be right beside her. Kie looked apologetic while Sarah just look stressed, and you swallowed down a sigh.

“You told Sarah?”

“I was with her when you called, and besides,” the blonde said, huffing. “You’re about to find out if you’re going to be a mom, if Rafe is going to be a dad, and if I’m going to be an aunt.”

Your shoulders sagged at that.

“Why wouldn’t you want me here…?”

You shrugged.

“I thought maybe you’d get mad or something…”

Sarah made her way inside, Kie following behind with a bag.

“Believe me, I am,” she replied. “Never mind the fact that I know you and my brother are having sex…”

She made a face at that.

“…but that you’re having irresponsible sex.”

“No, we’re always safe. Things…happen, I guess,” you quietly said.

Kie was nervously playing with the grocery bag, and Sarah reached for you.

“Hey…”

Your eyes met hers.

“I was mostly joking, okay? I mean, this is serious.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Kie wondered. “You were dealing with this by yourself for over a week.”

“I was scared,” you choked out. “I am scared. What if it’s positive? What am I going to do?”

“If you’re worried about Rafe, I don’t think you need to be,” Sarah told you, rubbing your back. “He really likes you-.”

“Enough to raise a baby?” Kie spoke up before you had the chance to, voicing your own thoughts. “That’s going to require a little bit more than some strong affection.”

“Whose to say I’ll even keep it?” you mumbled.

They both looked at you at that, Kie with a shrug and Sarah with parted lips. She eventually closed them, nodding.

“That’s true,” she whispered. “…but…you wouldn’t tell Rafe?”

Her words gave you pause, and you looked away. If you were pregnant, and you decided to do something about it, you didn’t know if you’d tell Rafe. It wasn’t like your boyfriend went around going on and on about having kids. You didn’t doubt that he’d be on board with getting rid of it, but at the same time, there was some small sliver of doubt in you.

What if you were pregnant…and Rafe wanted to keep it?

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves,” Kie finally said. “You don’t even know if you’re pregnant yet.”

That was how all three of you ended up in your room, waiting. Kie had bought four just to be on the safe side, all four from different brands.

“You can’t be too careful,” she had said.

The silence was loud, thick with worry and fear and tension.

“What if you are?” Sarah whispered after a while. “I mean… That would be crazy.”

You dropped your head in your hands.

“I like kids, you know? They’re cute and funny and brutally honest to a fault,” you chuckled. “…but I don’t want any now. I always thought this was something I’d have to think about ten, fifteen years down the road.”

“Does JJ know?” Kie wondered.

You gave her a look, and she nodded at that.

“Do you think he’d be so calm and not shaking with the urge to punch Rafe if he did?” you mumbled with a shake of your head. “He knows something’s wrong though.”

Your eyes met Sarah’s.

“I wanted to tell him, but I just can’t. He’ll just blame Rafe, and it’ll piss me off, and… Things have been pretty good. They’re both behaving and somewhat getting along, and I don’t want to ruin that.”

Kie took your hand, throwing you a comforting smile, and you returned it.

“I can’t believe you were just going to spend Midsummers worrying over this,” Sarah spoke up. “How did you expect to enjoy it without at least knowing?”

You closed your eyes, sighing.

In this whole mess, you’d forgotten about Midsummers entirely. The dress that Rafe bought you was in your closet, waiting to be worn. It was just last week when you’d been so excited about it all. The dress, getting dolled up in your room, waiting around for Rafe to pick you up. Now, it was two days away, and you hadn’t thought about it, at all in the last week.

“I just kept thinking that my period would come. It’s late sometimes, right? Change in diet, stress, it happens. To tell you the truth, with all of this, Midsummers was the last thing on my mind.”

“Understandable,” Sarah said, standing.

Your eyes followed her, and she gave you a look.

“Moment of truth…”

You were aware of Kie’s hand squeezing yours as Sarah walked into your bathroom. She tucked some hair behind her ear as she looked at all of the tests, a slight scoff leaving her. You could almost hear your heartbeat threatening to escape from your chest as she looked at you, waving a test around.

“Would you kill me if I said I’m actually a little disappointed I’m not going to be an aunt?”

Both you and Kie exhaled at the same time, relief filling you as she stood.

“Negative?”

“Every single one,” Sarah answered, and you pressed your hands to your eyes.

You hadn’t realized that you were crying, and Kie wrapped her arms around you.

“Maybe it’s time to go on birth control too,” she joked in your ear.

You chuckled, feeling like you’d aged ten years in a matter of ten days.

“The true downside to this is now I know you and my brother are screwing like rabbits,” Sarah said with a grimace after tossing the tests in the trash. “I could’ve gone another year without knowing that.”

You took them up on their offer to sleep over, all three of you celebrating when you woke up in the morning to ruined sheets.

JJ looked shocked when you opened the door, lips parted and eyes widened as he drank you in. It only just occurred to you that he didn’t know Midsummers was tonight. JJ had never cared about it, so you hadn’t expected him to. You only had one earring in, and your lips were bare when you answered the door, but JJ’s focus was on your dress.

“Do you like it?”

You did a little spin when he shut the door, and you waited to see what he thought. His gaze kept roaming over the blush-colored dress, eyes lingering on the flowers and straps. The longer he stared, the more you thought that something might’ve been wrong with it, but finally he exhaled, sending you a soft smile.

“It looks great,” he breathed, eyes meeting yours. “You look beautiful.”

You felt your face heat up, having not expected that. JJ was JJ, and even if he had ever thought you were beautiful before, he wasn’t the type to say it.

“Thanks. Were you coming over just to come over or…?”

You made your way to your room while you put your other earring in, JJ’s footsteps echoing yours.

“I was, but I forgot that stuffy Kook thing is tonight.”

You rolled your eyes at him, sitting down and putting on your shoes. Rafe wasn’t the type to be late, you’d learned, and so you were frantically struggling with the strap.

“Well, since you’re here, might as well make yourself useful,” you teased. “My lipstick is on the counter if you want to grab it for me.”

JJ let out a soft ‘sure’ even though you didn’t hear him move. He stood there for a while, watching you put your shoes on before he finally moved towards your bathroom.

“I actually came by to check on you,” he said, his voice carrying.

You faltered at that, blinking before licking your lips. It was insane to think that not even three days ago, you swore your life as you knew it was over. As much as you wanted JJ to let it go, he was your best friend, so you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“Yeah,” you told him when he neared you. “I just had a lot on my mind, overwhelmed, but I’m fine now.”

JJ looked like he didn’t believe that, and you briefly squeezed his hand.

“I promise,” you said, voice steady. “Oh, that’s the wrong one. I’ll-.”

“I got it, I got it,” JJ drawled. “Why you have so many, who knows!”

“A girl likes options, JJ,” you sang, finally getting your other shoe on.

You looked at your earrings in the mirror before your gaze traveled to the dress. You were still somewhat in disbelief that you owned something so nice, even more so that you were wearing it. You had half expected JJ to tease you about it, but maybe the fact that he didn’t was a testament to how gorgeous it really was. You pressed your lips together, remembering that you were waiting on JJ.

“JJ…? Did you find it?”

Your best friend didn’t respond, and you frowned. You made your way to the bathroom, hand on the wall as you smiled at him.

“Hey, did you find it?”

His back was to you, and your frown deepened, confusion filling you. He wasn’t saying anything, and he wasn’t looking at you.

“What are you…?”

Your words died in the air when JJ slowly turned around, your mouth falling open when your gaze fell to what he had in his hand. It was one of four familiar empty boxes, and you swore your heart fell to your stomach. He still wasn’t looking at you, just staring at the First Response box, and your hand fell at your side. The silence was loud, and the longer JJ just stared at the box, the more nervous you became.

You took a deep breath, forcing out a chuckle.

“Jesus,” you breathed, snatching it and pushing it deeper into your trash can. “Nosey much?”

You took the lipstick from him on your way out, trembling as you put it on. JJ still hadn’t said anything, and maybe you were stupid to hope that he wouldn’t. If he did, you couldn’t lie to him, not anymore, and you blinked back tears when you heard him finally follow you.

“Is that yours?” he quietly asked, almost inaudible.

You put the cap back on the lipstick, staring at it for a while before lifting your gaze. You pressed your lips together, avoiding his gaze in the reflection.

“It was…yes.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Are you…?”

“No!”

You spun around to frown at him, not liking the look on his face.

“What, you can dig through my trash to find the empty box but not the negative test?”

You looked around for your purse, refusing to look at him no matter how hot his stare felt.

“Are you really going to pretend like this isn’t a big deal? Like this past week wasn’t because you thought you were freaking pregnant?”

You snatched your purse off of your door handle, breezing out of your room.

“I’m not talking about this with you,” you threw over your shoulder. “Rafe is going to be here any minute.”

JJ was right on your heels.

“What? Is Rafe too stupid to be safe?”

“JJ, I’m not talking to you about-.”

“…or doesn’t he respect you enough to at least be?”

You bristled at his words, slamming your purse on the counter as you faced him. JJ’s entire face was taut, eyes wide and jaw clenched as he stared you down. There was too much going on in his gaze to pinpoint what the dominant emotion was, and you scoffed, letting out a humorless chuckle.

“If you think I’m going to stand here and take a lecture from you of all people, you’re crazy.”

Now, it was JJ’s turn to pause, opening and closing his mouth. He blinked, brows knitting together as he took a step towards you.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Give me a break, JJ. I bet there have been plenty of girls in my shoes… Crying and worrying and stressing, and praying for a negative pregnancy test, but instead of Rafe they were thinking about…it was you.”

JJ reared back a bit at that, and you rolled your eyes.

“The chances of you causing many a pregnancy scare are actually pretty high, and just like me, those girls spared you the stress. So, let’s not.”

“That’s different,” was his simple rebuttal, and you actually laughed.

“How?”

“…because I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about any of those girls I hooked up with. They’re nothing, they’re not my best friend,” he snapped.

“Color me offended on their behalf…”

“You thought you were pregnant, and you’re trying to pretend like it’s nothing.”

“…because it is nothing now! I thought I was pregnant, and I’m not. It happens.”

“Not to you!”

JJ’s voice boomed throughout the kitchen, startling you. You felt yourself take a step back, your heart racing from anger, and you imagined his was probably the same. Only, JJ had no right to be angry. It had nothing to do with him, and yet, here he was, making it his personal mission to treat you like a misbehaving child.

You watched him drag his hand down his face, furiously blinking. He glanced away, huffing and breathing hard while he collected his thoughts. You’d seen JJ mad before, even angry, but this was different. You’d never been on the receiving end of it, and least of all for something he had no right to be so angry over.

“You don’t have pregnancy scares,” he quietly started.

You opened your mouth to say something when he looked at you again, the look in his gaze making you press your lips together.

“You don’t sneak around with Rafe Cameron for weeks before finally telling your friends…”

You swallowed.

“You don’t fall all over him like some slut from Figure 8, you don’t wear makeup, you don’t lie to your parents so you can sneak off with some boy, and you don’t get excited to get all dressed up like some trophy girlfriend just to hang off of some rich asshole’s arm while he parades you around.”

All of the anger that you had felt moments ago had dissipated, leaving only a numbness that you couldn’t comprehend. There was a burning behind your eyes as you fought back tears at his words, wondering to yourself where all of this was coming from. You opened and closed your mouth, at a loss for words.

“You didn’t do any of that…until he came into the picture.”

JJ was ruining your night.

It felt unfair to think that, but then again, what he was doing wasn’t exactly fair either. You’d been so excited an hour ago as you did your hair, practically vibrating as you counted down the minutes until Rafe picked you up. You had been even more excited when JJ complimented you, showing that he was happy for you, and now he had managed to ruin it all in a matter of minutes.

“Why are you ruining this for me?” you quietly asked him.

He frowned, and you sniffed.

“This might shock you, but I always wanted to go to Midsummers.”

JJ blinked, and you continued.

“I always wanted make a day of getting dressed up and picking out a dress and feeling excited to be in a room and feeling just as pretty as every other girl in there.”

You sighed.

“…and I never told you because I knew you’d think it was stupid. I knew you’d laugh, and so I kept it to myself.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m not going to apologize for wanting those things. I like that Rafe spoils me, and I like that he makes me feel like the prettiest girl in the room. I like that when I have a problem that requires the kind of money I don’t have, he doesn’t hesitate to offer to help.”

You smiled to yourself.

“I like being his girlfriend, and I don’t think I should have to apologize for that.”

A knock reached your ears, and you and JJ continued your staring contest.

When Rafe knocked again, you brushed past the blond, feeling like you couldn’t get out of this house fast enough. When you answered the door, there was a smile on Rafe’s face, but it faltered with one look at your own. You were quick to close the door behind you, but you could tell by the clenching of Rafe’s jaw that he’d spotted JJ still standing in the kitchen where you left him.

“Everything okay…?”

You took his hand, your smile forced and tense.

“Yeah,” you lied.

Rafe looked like he wanted to argue, but the pleading look in your eyes had him swallowing his words. He settled for complimenting you instead, his words lifting your mood a tad as he leaned in to kiss you.

“I told you that you’d be the best-looking girl here,” Rafe whispered in your ear.

You rolled your eyes at his words, swaying with him. JJ had almost ruined your night entirely, but Rafe seemed determined to make up for it. Even Ward’s semi disapproving stare couldn’t dampen your spirits once you finally got out of Rafe’s truck, his hand tight on yours.

You were having just as much fun as you always thought you would. You’d lost track of how many compliments you’d received, some of them from Rafe’s own friends, a light chuckle on your lips as you turned Rafe’s head back towards you, convincing him that it was only a harmless compliment. You had almost convinced yourself to forget about JJ entirely until Rafe brought it up.

“You seemed pretty…upset when I picked you up…”

You looked away, focusing on the feel of his hand on your waist.

“…but you seem much happier now.”

“I am,” you told him, gaze meeting his.

Rafe wouldn’t break it, his gaze even, one brow lifted.

“You want to tell me what that was about…?”

You considered swallowing it down, denying anything with a shake of your head. However, you’d already felt bad about keeping quiet when it came to the pregnancy scare. You hesitated, and you guessed that it was all over your face, because Rafe made the decision to lead you away. The night was cool from the ocean breeze, and you played with your fingers.

“I have to tell you something…”

Rafe shoved his hands into his pockets, waiting.

“I wasn’t sick this past week…” Rafe tilted his head. “I thought I was pregnant.”

His only reaction was the color fading from his face, and you were quick to relieve him.

“I’m not…but I thought I was.”

Rafe opened and closed his mouth, looking away with a frown.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, eyes meeting yours again.

“I was scared,” you honestly answered. “I was scared that I might be, scared of what you would say…or do.”

His frown deepened at that.

“Come on, Rafe, neither one of us are ready for a baby-.”

“So, you thought…what? You thought I’d get mad? Dump you?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that Rafe sounded offended.

“I don’t know, okay? I was just really scared-.”

“What does this have to do with JJ?” he finally wondered, and you felt your heart clench.

“He found one of the empty boxes to a test…and he got…really mad.”

That was one way to put it, you supposed, but you didn’t think Rafe needed to know all of the details. Your eyes were on Rafe, and you watched the way his face evened out, eyes narrowing just a tad.

“He said some things…and…they weren’t nice, I’ll just leave it at that…”

“What did he say?”

You didn’t miss his tone, and you shook your head.

“It’s not important.”

You didn’t think Rafe needed to know that JJ compared you to a Figure 8 slut. Like before, you could tell that he wanted to say more, argue, but he swallowed it down instead.

“I know he’s just…worried…”

It was a lie, and you knew it. JJ’s behavior tonight went beyond worry for his best friend. It was also fueled by his hatred of Rafe, and it made your chest ache to know just how strongly he was against you and Rafe, just how much he’d kept to himself all this time.

“…but you should’ve seen the way he looked at me tonight.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but Rafe heard it all the same. His hand was on your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“What do you mean?” he coldly asked, and you shrugged.

“It was like he didn’t even know me.”

Rafe sighed, pulling you into a hug. What should’ve been one of the best nights of your life had been dampened, taken over by your fight with JJ. After convincing Rafe that you were fine, you rejoined the party.

If any of his friends or family noticed your absence, they didn’t say anything.

You almost regretted telling Rafe anything because his mood had definitely soured some. He still smiled at you and placated you for the most part, but his smile was tense. There was a look in his eye that you’d seen before, and no number of suggestions made him slow down with the drinks.

He was getting another when Sarah approached you, lips pressed together.

“JJ came by…”

Your eyes widened, and the anger that quickly rose dissipated when she handed you a piece of paper.

“He said he’s really sorry.”

She was gone as quickly as she came, and you took the time to read it. Your shoulder dropped as you did, sighing at the apologetic words in the note, JJ expressing his regret for ruining your night and his refusal to talk to you in case he ruined it anymore. As you stared at the words, you didn’t really know how to feel. JJ was your best friend, you were dating his worst enemy, so you recognized how difficult this was…

…but at the same time, it certainly felt like JJ had crossed a line tonight.

You’d seen a side of him that you weren’t used to, on the receiving end of a look that you’d never seen before. It made you sad, and the letter was hidden when Rafe returned. The alcohol put a crooked smile on his face, and you allowed yourself to be as carefree as he currently was. He didn’t care about inappropriate hands and pressing kisses to your face, something Sarah pretended to gag at.

It became clear who would be driving his truck, tonight.

“Aren’t you glad I taught you?” he slurred as you walked him to the vehicle.

“Ha ha.”

Rafe sat in the passenger seat, and he laughed at you when you clicked the seatbelt. His hand trailed over your face, and your eyes met his when he tilted your head up towards him. Rafe smiled at you, tracing patterns over your lips, and he exhaled.

“You’re so good to me,” he murmured.

“Thank you,” you mockingly replied, and you straightened to go around, but his hold on you tightened.

Your brows rose as you looked at him, and Rafe just…stared at you.

“I wish you could see the way he looks at you…”

You frowned, and Rafe let out a humorless chuckle.

“I’m not crazy…”

“What-.”

“I’m not crazy,” Rafe repeated as he pulled you closer.

The alcohol was strong on his breath, fingers pressed into your skin. He ran his eyes over your face, dirty blond hair kissing his forehead. He laughed again, and this time it was genuine, before he pressed his forehead to yours.

“…but he’s too late,” he happily slurred, “…because you’re mine, now.”

“Rafe, who are you talking about?”

You let out a light chuckle, but it was nervous, confusion clouding your tone. Both of his hands found your face, pulling you into a kiss instead of answering you. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue, and Rafe groaned into the kiss.

“You’re mine,” he breathed into your mouth. “…and if he thinks he can have you, now…he’s got another thing coming.”

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John B. And his friends set out to find the treasure linked to his dad's disappearance. Will they be able to find the treasure or will they die trying.

The first scene refers to everyone as boy1, 2, 3 and girl1, 2. The bold writing is John B’s narration/thoughts. However, the story is written in 3rd person (He, She, they, it).

Character info

The readers character uses she/her pronouns in this story. There's nothing that describes what she looks like. Hot, pretty, and other adjectives will be thrown around though. The reader's sexuality is not mentioned, meaningless flirting is bound to happen.

In season one she is 16/17 and in season two she's 17/18. She is both a Kook and a Pogue. Her mom is Pogue while her dad is a Kook, though they are not together they try their best to give her a perfect life. She spends most of her time on the cut with her friends but makes sure to spend time with her dad on figure eight.

She's nice to almost everyone but smacks the boys around from time to time. She'll make sure everyone around her is okay before she takes care of herself. Even though she has little to no money problems she'll pick up shifts with Kie at The Wreck or help Pope with his dads work when she can.

 She was/is on the softball team on behalf of her father. It was that or golf and she wasn't going full kook. When she's not at practice or a game she's down at the water shredding the waves.

All rights to the Pates, I do not own any of the characters or the story.

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[outerbanksoftargtower]

In true me fashion I’m late to the party , but better late than never . Anyway I started watching The Outer Banks after seeing all these Rafe Cameron TikTok’s only to fall for surfer JJ( my poor baby , let me love you ) anyway …. I’m still on season 1 and JJ dressing up as a waiter omg ! Love it so so handsome plus him just shooting the gun in the air was HOT AF I don’t make the rules . So can someone plz make gifs or point me in the direction. If they already exist of JJ during the midsummer’s event when he’s a waiter also need more outer banks / JJ mutuals !!!! 🥰

#rudy pankow #jj maybanks #the outer banks #my surfer man #love him #down so bad for that boy #dear lord this man #plus Rudy singing ice ice baby is hot #more jj maybank mutals #Lanna rambles

[babygorewhore]

I wanna do a series with a few characters. Rafe, JJ, Ghost and Konig but I’m not sure what. A virgin series, age gap series, or something else. It would be write that trope with each. Let me know any ideas.

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[cwritesforfun]

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader: Romeo, Save Me

Loosely Inspired by the song Love Story by Taylor Swift  Lyrics in Italics  Masterlist Y/N = Your Name

** I do not own the Outer Banks characters

Y/N’s POV

I am a Kook. JJ is a Pogue. It should be wrong, but it feels so right. He’s the love of my life and my whole world.

I'm standing there On a balcony in summer air... 

... We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew

I hear a knock on my window and I get up to open it. JJ pulls himself into my bedroom and pulls me into a kiss, not letting me breathe. I push him gently away and say “Babe, I’m getting ready for Midsummer. I can’t make out right now.”  He sighs and says “I don’t see why you have to go to this event anyway.” I reply “I told you that you could be my plus-one for tonight. My parents were cool with it too. They like you.” He replies “I just... I love you, but standing and talking with all of those stuffy rich white people who have always looked down on me for everything I’ve done... I can’t do that.” I kiss him on the cheek and reply “I love you too more than you know. I understand and wish those people had some sort of karma or something for how they treated you. They do suck. I will probably just walk over to talk to Pope in the food area.” He replies “Pope will need a friendly face. He’ll appreciate seeing you.” I nod. 

I sit back down to finish my make-up and JJ sits on my bed. 

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say yes

When I finish my make-up, I see JJ looking sad at the ceiling. Uh oh ...

I lay down and ask “So ... care to share what’s on your mind? Or do you just really like those glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling?” He answers “You’re a Kook and I’m a Pogue. Times like these make me feel insecure about who I am and like I’m worthless. I’ll never be good enough or Kook enough for who you deserve to be with.” I get up, turn to him, and ask “Do you really think so little of yourself?” He answers “Yes.” I hug him tightly and say “No, never say that again. I refuse to let you talk to yourself like that and think that. You’re the love of my life and you’re perfect to me. I love you ... I love every part of you no matter that you’re a Pogue. It doesn’t matter. It has never mattered. Your heart matters and JJ... you have so much love to give and I love you so much.” He replies “You ruined your make-up.” I reply “You matter more than my make-up.”

I hear a knock on my door and I exclaim “Yeah?!” The door opens and my mom walks inside. She says “Oh... JJ, you’re here. Sweetie, you do know you can come through the front door. We don’t care that you’re here. You’re welcome anytime.” JJ replies “Thanks.” My mom turns to me and says “Y/N, we do need to leave in 10 minutes. Please be ready in 10 minutes or we’ll be late. You know what happens when we are late? All of us get too stressed for that.” I reply “Okay Mom, I’ll get up and will be ready in 10.” She replies “Good.” Before I know it, JJ slips out of my bedroom window and is gone before I can say goodbye.

Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real

Midsummer ... it’s not a night I like. I swear this whole night has been talking about money ... Yeah no one is surprised about that. I just think there are more interesting topics than that. 

I find Pope near his dad with the food and I exclaim “Hi Mr. Heyward.” Mr. Heyward says “Ah Miss Y/N, finally we have someone who will eat like a normal human.” I laugh and answer “That’s right, sir. I’ll take your #1 on the menu for tonight.” Mr. Heyward replies “Great, I’ll get that started.”

I slide closer to Pope who is restocking items and I ask “So... how is your night?” He answers “I have been my dad’s right hand for hours with no break. How do you think tonight has been?” Mr. Heyward calls over “Son, I heard that.” Pope says “Yeah Dad, it’s a small space.” I laugh. They’re so funny.  Pope asks “How is JJ? He told me he was visiting you this afternoon.” I answer “He came over as I was getting ready. He was still firm in his decision to not attend tonight. I understand why. He then got all sappy and seemed to talk about how he was not worthy of love. It was honestly really sad and I wish I could’ve talked more to him, but my mom was getting really anxious about arriving on time. Has he seemed more down recently? I’ve noticed his injuries seem to be ramping up a lot right now.” He replies “Shit... yeah he has been down recently. Every time he gets sad, he drinks a lot or visits you. I think visiting you is the healthier option, but that’s just my opinion.�� I half smile and say “Yeah it probably is.” Mr. Heyward hands Pope my food and Pope says “I’m going to add your toppings and then you can eat.” I reply “Thanks.” Pope finishes prepping my food and hands it to me. 

I start eating and I head over to where my younger siblings are. They get jealous of my food and I take them over to get food from Mr. Heyward who is excited to see more friendly people. My dad makes his way over and some more people get in line. Good, the Heywards deserve all the success in the world. 

After I finish my food, I walk around a little and attempt to mingle. I swear I see JJ walk by me at some point. Maybe I’m going crazy or I was just thinking about him and he’s just really on my mind.

I take a seat at a table and watch people dance. I watch servers walk by and see JJ carrying a tray of drinks. What is he doing here? I look over to Pope who looks just as confused. 

I see JJ dance with Sarah Cameron briefly before dancing away from her and handing her a note. JJ walks up to me and says “Come away with me. I love you, baby.” I ask “What are you doing here?” He answers “John B requested my presence... I would’ve gone for you. I promise. I just hate most Kooks, except you and Kie.” I kiss him on the cheek and reply “Let me just tell one of my parents and I’ll go with you.” He smiles and replies “I’ll meet you on the other side of this area.”

I find my mom, tell her, and she’s fine with it. I notice security pushing JJ out of the area and I chase after them. I catch up with him and he scoops me up in his arms to run with me until we reach the boat where John B is. I notice Pope and Kiara get on as well all dressed up. 

Oh, what a night! :) 

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[ygmitsu]

i should really stop crushing on netflix series characters

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