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a-aexotic · 1 year

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🌙 Can you please write smth with rafe and haunted pls ? i just know it would be so good 😭 tysm <3

ren's notes i got so excited when u sent this in, haunted is probably my fav rn on speak now omg! i hope u enjoy!! i also couldn't handle a sad ending so... LMFAO

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. mention of breaking up, breaking down (😏 ifykyk), angst to fluff lowkey, ward being ward lol

summary. rafe breaks up with you and you break down.

taglist. tbd

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You felt as though someone had just went into your chest and grabbed your heart, smashing it onto ground time and time again when you heard the four words come out of Rafe's mouth.

He'd said it multiple times before but this time, it felt truly real. All those years of being together, down the drain.

"I can't do this anymore."

After everything he'd put you through, everything he did for you, he's just going to walk away? Leave you by yourself?

You knew that you and Rafe's relationship wasn't endgame but you thought he would stay a little longer. You didn't know that Rafe was going to leave this easily. You didn't know how he could, after what you did for him.

You couldn't even mutter a word as he stood up and left your room, walking away from you and now, your relationship again. You sat there for a couple seconds before comprehending what had just happened and then you cried. You cried for days and days, you couldn't even smile once.

Sarah had done everything she could to make you feel better. She wasn't your closest friend but she knew how much Rafe meant to you and since she'd introduced you two, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

You couldn't get out of bed for days and when you'd seen Topper posted a new picture with Rafe and a new girl, you broke down for the second time that week. He breaks up with you and gets with another girl not even a week later?

You and Rafe had been together for a while now. You've been on and off since freshman year but he never brought another girl into the picture ever. When you saw that picture, your world had truly come crashing down.

You tried convincing yourself that this was just one of you and Rafe's off period but this time, it felt truly real.

It was hard getting used to the fact there wasn't "Rafe and I" anymore. It's always been Rafe and you, always. Ever since you were kids, you were tied at the hip. Best friends to lovers, a cliche. But that storybook dream had come crashing down once Rafe had enough.

He couldn't handle the drama, the rumors. He didn't want to fix it with you, he wanted to leave. You couldn't even blame him because you've thought it, too. It was too hard for Rafe. He had enough on his plate already.

He didn't want to fight for you anymore. He just couldn't; you weren't worth it anymore.

It was hard to accept it but you did. You found a new boy easily and he almost made you feel the way Rafe did. You settled for him; no one would ever measure up to Rafe.

You compared him to Rafe. You knew that was selfish, but it was the truth. He could never make you laugh like he did. He could never kiss you, touch you, comforted you like Rafe.

He was perfect but he wasn't Rafe. No one could be Rafe and maybe that was a good thing but didn't feel right to live without Rafe.

You were at the beach, smoking a blunt trying to calm yourself. You'd just had another anxiety attack about going to college and leaving OBX. That'd always been your biggest fear and dream, leaving OBX to find yourself on your own in college.

You were leaving tomorrow morning and you were all ready and packed. The only thing that felt wrong was leaving without saying goodbye to Rafe. It'd been two years but you still thought of him. Not as often as you used to, but you still did. How could you just forget him? He was your first love.

You had a nice boyfriend and you felt like you were cheating every time you look at Rafe's instagram once in a while. You heard footsteps behind you and you looked behind you, your eyes widening.

It felt like the universe was truly listening to you.

Rafe Cameron, the boy who broke your heart at the ripe age of 16 was standing behind you, buzzcut and all. He looked so much more mature than he did a few years ago but he still had that boyish look in his eye, the one that you always admired.

His clothes were wet and face bruised, he was standing behind you. All the memories had come rushing back into your mind once you laid your eyes on his face.

"I-I went to your house and you weren't there." His voice was shaking. You noticed the smell of alcohol reeking from his clothes and the familiar white powder under his nose. "I wanted to talk to you."

"What?" You didn't mean your voice to come out so aggressive and emotional but it did. He took a seat next to you on the sand and he was so close you could smell his signature cologne he loved so much. It was your favorite smell of his.

He sighed. "I'm sorry."

Your face morphed into an angry one. "For what, Rafe? Breaking my heart?"

He nodded. He couldn't even meet your gaze as he looked straight into the sea. "Do you want to know why I left?"

If this was a few years, maybe even months ago, you would've said yes. You did care but you couldn't hear what you did wrong now. It would drag you back into a terrible place. "No."

He ignored your response, continuing. "My dad said you were too good for me. He said that you would realize that you deserved better and break up with me and it humiliate me so I had to do it first. That or marriage to tie you down."

You weren't ready for his confession. You didn't know how to feel; do you feel guilty? Sick?

He looked back at you. "I loved you. I did it for you."

You let out an exhale, looking back at him then on the sand. Everything made sense now. "Oh, Rafe."

"I love you." He whispered. "I realized now that I couldn't move on without telling you. You're... you're the only fucking nice thing I've ever had, and I wanted to tell you. When I heard from Top that you were leaving tomorrow, I just had to.. tell you."

You put your hand over his and you both looked into each other's eyes for the first time tonight. You leaned in and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

"I'm proud of you, Y/N."

You felt a tear roll down your cheek and his gaze softened, wiping it as you sniffled.

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xveenusx · 4 months

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Not so much of a request but a helping hand to find a jj maybank x reader fic pleaseee??? Basically reader is John b sister and her n jj have been dating. While they were on the island he expressed he had feelings for kie, and when they returned she packed up and ran away? She left a letter explaining everything.

There’s a part two as well, she sending a letter showing her and jj had a kid and she’ll be back to the obx. I just can’t for the life of me figure out who wrote this or what the title is called so any help would be so appreciated 🫶🏽

hey hey hey!!! I can’t say I’ve read this one but the concept sounds crazy good:) I’ll add my own tags and see if we can find someone who recognizes the work:)))))

*IF MY FOLLOWERS CAN PLS HELP*

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hyu7eii · 9 months

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THE WORLD DID NOT EXIST AT NIGHT ― H.HJ

SYNOPSIS. at night, the world was oblivious, the gaiety lulled to silence by the moon. here, you will find your lover again, away from the forces that pull you apart, the unkind eyes that do not understand. it will simply just be the two of you, and you would not care if the morning comes.

PAIRING. hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

GENRE. romeo&juliet-esque!au, forbidden love, historical!au, painter!hyunjin, angst

WARNINGS. toxic parenting, family abandonment (hyunjin), description of blood and wound (non-detailed and mentioned once), deep-rooted insecurity

WORDCOUNT. 3k words (not proofread at all lmao)

The night was cool–maybe even piercingly so, goosebumps crawling up the expanse of your arm and the back of your neck. The thin cotton of your nightgown does nothing to alleviate the cold; the frills at the end of your sleeve and neckline tickle your skin, perhaps making it worse. But even so, a strange excitement grows in your chest, flushing your skin despite the cold. Your clothed feet grow a little sore from the hard wooden floor, but you didn’t want your shoes disturbing the quiet of the night. No one was supposed to hear you, or know that you are here.

You were supposed to be at home, asleep in your own quarters, but you wanted to see him. Needed might be more accurate with you walking all the way to his house at the dead of night.

If you had the choice, you would choose to spend your lonely nights in his home, to live in the walls that even in the cold night, seemed comforting. You always thought that his home lived up to the definition, unlike your own. Perhaps it was Hyunjin’s paintings that made it so lively, lining the walls of his halls where as yours were empty, maybe a few trinkets that your father had bought, but nonetheless, lacking in personality. You dreaded your room; yes, you had your bed, your grandiose vanity, and all the things you could wish for, but it is in his office where he paints that you are, without effort, able to be lulled to sleep. You had fallen asleep once on his divan and woke up to him making a portrait of you. Since then, you have wished that he would paint you again.

With your shoes in hand, you navigate the halls, the lamp on your other hand useless. If you were to close your eyes, you would know your way around his home–the kitchen, his room, the patch of his favorite flowers in his garden. You would know it by his scent, a mix of the dried paint on his hands, the smell of freshly pressed parchment, his musk under a sunny day. But all of these things no longer are individual matters as they all become distinctly his. It's the cerulean blue of his walls that remind you of the sky he painted for your birthday, the daisies his mother planted in his garden that appear in motifs on his handkerchief, and it's the light pinks on his patterned china that remind you of his aggravating lips. Anyone else wouldn’t have given a second thought to these innocuous things, but perhaps it has become habit over time. It was too familiar, too natural to think of him.

You see light seep through under the door to his office, and you wonder if he has rested at all today. “Hyunjin?” You knocked on the door, and a yelp could be heard from behind. He whispers your name, and it’s almost like the quiet night was fooling you, playing with your mind and pretending to be him. It’s been two weeks, and you miss him badly. When he opens the door, you know you weren’t mistaken.

He takes a step towards you, his loose nightshirt following lazily with his movements. “You aren’t supposed to be here,” he mouths, but the way he reaches out his hand to you lets you know he wants you to stay. The sunken skin under his eyes tells you that the nights have not been kind, that it wasn’t just you alone that was growing restless from his absence. He had said that you and him, despite how desperately the both of you wanted each other, was not meant to happen. You wouldn’t have even met him if you didn’t go along with your father’s wish for a portrait. It was simply just a collision of timing, no sort of kismet or will from the universe made you two meet or even weaved your lives together. He was a fool; it was conscious decisions that has led to this, his own foolish and weak mind that gave in to his curiosity, moreso his longing. He had a love for beautiful things, things he found beautiful. He had painted a lot of scenes, places, people, and he’d like to say that all of them were beautiful, he painted them after all. And you who was simply a bystander, like a newly blooming flower between the cracks of stone, or the setting sun when the world falls asleep, or the stars that watch the universe play along its whims, made him want to draw you endlessly.

He sees you tremble under your nightgown. “You’re cold.”

“I’ve missed you.”

When he lets you in, you see the framework of his next painting on the canvas, paint tubes clattered on the table beside it. You place your shoes beside his door, and it looked like it belonged there. His jacket that was precariously draped on his chair suddenly finds purchase on your shoulders. “Please cover up, so you don’t freeze to death.” You almost laugh at his effort to be a complete stranger, avoiding your gaze timidly. You knew him too well; he has already imprinted himself in your life, and to reduce his presence to just someone you knew was impossible. You don’t think you could act like the memories you made with him did not amount to anything, that the home he made in your heart can be filled with the next person that comes. No matter what, without him, it will remain empty, abandoned. And it will always remind you that you would always want Hyunjin, and Hyunjin alone.

“It’s extremely late. Your father would worry greatly if he doesn’t find you home,” he clears his throat, hating having to mention your father. He knew your father would never approve of your relationship, that he would never see him as anything other than a silly painter whose family abandoned him for pursuing that of what he loved. His family used to tell him that it would only lead to failure, that he was too idealistic, that he dreamed too much. He didn’t listen, working hard to reject the very idea. But looking at his situation now, he can’t help but find some truth in it. He couldn’t have everything, not when it seemed that the world was against it, that whatever power above refused to let him dream of you.

“Talk to me, Hyunjin.” You move closer to him, and you’re almost afraid that once you start to reach out, he will hide again. To your surprise, he doesn’t move an inch. “I walked all the way here.”

He gives you an incredulous look, praying that you were joking with him. “You didn’t take a carriage? When you nod, he speaks to you genuinely, holding your shoulders for some sense of groundedness. “It’s the middle of the cold dead night!” he tells you. “Never do this again, not for my sake.”

It’s like no time has passed, the way he touches you. It wasn’t that you felt metaphorical sparks coursing through your body every time he touched you, or in some distant plain, stars exploded whenever he did. It was just him, and that’s all you could ask for.

“I can’t take you home now, but I promise to have a carriage for you first thing in the morning,” he sighs, letting go of you. “I’ll prepare the guest room for you.”

Your father had sent a letter to the Kim Family. My stay at your residence at Westfield has been most hospitable and welcoming. How warm the people were and the sun that sets behind the treelines. I have met your son, Seungmin; he has done his best to accommodate me and I very much appreciate it. He is a charming fellow, a smile befitting of a man that was gonna change the world! I expected nothing less of your family. My daughter and I will be traveling for the summer, and it so happens that we would be passing your home during this journey. If it is not imposing, we would like to rest in your residence before we go back on our feet again. I am very sure my daughter and your son would get along great.

He sometimes wonders if he hadn’t been so headstrong, if he had listened to his family, if he had worked himself to death in lifeless and devoid cycles, would he be able to carelessly hold and want you without shame. You had said that if his parents were to look at his paintings now, they would never be able to recognize it was his. If they did, they would despise it. It will always be a reminder that they hold nothing over him, that whatever hope they had praying that he’d keep silent, that he’d relent and realize he was completely impractical was utterly futile. If they would look unknowingly at his painting, they’d just be seeing another painting. They wouldn’t see the individual strokes he made, the colors he picked so carefully, or the soul he enshrines in every piece of work.

They don’t know you like I do.

If they were right, then it was simply too late. Too late for him and you. His hands that urged him to draw you, to rhapsodize you in every expression, in every color, were sinners. His eyes that gravitate towards you, the ones that can only stare at you hopelessly, witnessing and revering you, were of the same. If his family was right, the arbiter of the universe would look at him in shame; he has no place to desire, to dream, for he was not subjected to you, nor you to him. He had made the mistake of unguarding his heart to you, to let you touch and feel every beat that pumped his blood. And you who delicately held him will bleed with him, suffering from the consequences of letting you dream with him.

You pull his jacket tighter around you. It was like the night didn't exist. The world didn’t to you. “Hyunjin, please talk to me,” you say, but you almost couldn’t hear your voice. “He didn’t touch me. Nothing happened between me and Seungmin, I swear–”

He scoffs, full of bitterness and forlorn longing. “It is unimportant what you did or didn’t do. I simply can’t be with you.”

You can’t help yourself; Your hands instinctively reach for his face, holding onto him in fear of him leaving you, disappearing with the world without you. Your fingers were cold, everything seemed so cold. His jacket smelled just like him, like silent candles burning in the night, like boundless reveries and stars.

It is slow when his fingers wrap around your hand on his cheek–hesitant. His fingers were cold too. You can hear the lullabies of the cicadas, the fireflies, the creatures home to the grass, and somehow, his eyes speak much louder. “You didn’t hurt me; you could do nothing wrong to me, so don’t think of this as resentment, or apathy.”

“Then why?” you whisper. You don’t think you can trust your voice, scared you would fail to plead, to beg for ground. You were falling, lost in all-consuming loneliness. You were alone. At night, you were terrified, of the thoughts that plagued you, sleepless nights where you had nothing but your mind to listen to. When you did sleep, you dreamed of his paints, his shoes. They were littered in your room, a canvas waiting to be finished right at the foot of your bed, but you couldn’t see what it was that he was painting. Sometimes those dreams don’t last very long; they would turn to scenes of you looking at his paintings with a wound to your chest. You would have no clothes on, blood dripping down languidly to your chest, squeezing and squeezing. The air would leave you and you would wake up once more.

You felt like a child again–nothing but uncertainty and fear in your mind.

“Did my father say something to you? He’s a fool; he knows nothing.”

“Darling, don’t say that.” You feel his fingers grip tighter. He doesn't know how to tell you, how everything was his fault, how if he didn’t exist in your life you would’ve lived in complete peace. He loved beautiful things, but they were never destined to be his–not the sun that hid behind the sea at night, or the birdsongs he loved to hear in the morning, not you who so effortlessly pulled everything of which surrounds you. You were a force of your own, and you didn't need him.

It was instinct for him to replicate beautiful things, so in his own way, he had something he could hold, something he could call his own. But what he had for you was too real, too palpable that he longed for your complete being. It wasn’t enough that he could just spectate, watching you occasionally slip in his sight. It was like when waves desperately reached for the shore, time and time again clawing at the sand, or when the birds soared till they could rest in the clouds. He needed to reach you, to touch you, to love every inch of being. Behind closed doors, he knew you and you knew him. You were familiarity, security, and the embodiment of dreams, but he was nothing. He could not be what you deserve in this lifetime, and this reality no longer can leave his mind. They said to not fly too close to the sun, but Hyunjin flew high with reckless abandon, with love and with hope. And he’ll fall into the endless sea, damning whatever punishment he would face.

He didn’t want you to drown, not because of him.

“Tell me, how was your visit with the Kims?” He can feel his chest slow painfully, his hand that was once holding yours now limp on his side, every intake of breath almost difficult. He hates himself for this, his body rejecting him, but he does not know any better.

You want to cry and tell him that he’s hurting you, that beyond those words, you still love him. You let go of him, and you wish he would chase your touch again, like those goodbyes where the both of you had to will yourselves to leave each other’s sides. You want him to come back to you, to wake up and still have him beside you. You want him to paint you once again.

“Have I not told you I loved you?”

You fell in love with him the night you stayed in his office. And the times before that and after. It is irrelevant to you when it happened, if you realized it too late or too early. “If you wish so desperately for me to stay by Seungmin then tell me so. Berate me for coming here at all.”

“If you wish to not be with me, then I will return home. I will no longer bother you further if you wish for me to leave. You no longer have to worry about my presence. I will understand.”

Tell me you're relieved I'm here with you, that you missed me, that we would find salvation together.

You can’t move your body, but the words flow uncontrollably from your mouth. “But if you do so, you have to resent me–loathe me, because I would not be able to bear it if I leave and you would be alone again. You have to tell me that I am your bane, that I am your unhappiness. I will hold no anger if this is the truth.”

He had once shown his collection of paintings to you, the ones he had made to quench the boredom of the day, ones he would keep personally in his heart–crows he would find nesting on the willow tree in his garden, the breakfast he ate that morning, the children that would play merrily in the fields. He had shown you paintings of you, and he had told you truthfully that it was difficult to paint you. He couldn’t replicate you; it was simply not the same. Your eyes were more expressive, your face kinder, completely different from the harsh lines of his strokes. He told you he couldn’t do you justice, and he didn’t believe you when you said you looked the most beautiful when he painted you. How couldn’t it be when the artist himself had nothing but adoration and affection to give his subjects. Hyunjin had nothing but love to give. When you look at his paintings, you see much more of him than the subjects themselves. He couldn’t hide himself even if he tried to; he couldn’t hide himself from you.

“I cannot lie to you. You know you are none of that to me.”

“Then do not torment yourself,” you breathe out. You grow even closer to him, your hands instinctively touching him–his chest, his shoulders, his neck. His breath is warm, and you can feel it on your nose. Your eyes look thoughtfully at him, his face and the moles that litter it, the scars you would love to learn, his eyes. “If you love me, then that is all I need.”

You were practically embracing him, leaning into his warmth that quelled the numbing cold of the night. Your chest almost bursts when he doesn’t reject your touch, letting you hold him delicately with the stars above as your witness. He doesn’t have to say anything, no words needed to tell you that his home is yours, and you will always return to it–to him. If your father wished Hyunjin would simply concede to distance himself from you, if his family wished nothing good upon him, if the universe is at its wits end separating you from him, you will damn them all.

Tonight, you will love him shamelessly, and the world would not exist.

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xreaderbooks · 1 year

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Paradise on Earth (17)

Chapter: 17. The Bonfire

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, Underage drinking, Violence and Jealousy

Summary: Pope receives new information, and the annual bonfire is a bowl of drama.

a/n: not fully proofread and a day later than promised but here it is...

Available on Wattpad and AO3

Chapter 16 - Series Masterlist - Navigation - Chapter 18

Nobody knew what to do after the explosion, it was like time had stilled, it was like a bomb went off with you and your friends hiding behind the trenches. Sarah’s wailing and sobbing, the radios police officers had carried on them had picked up on frequencies from other cops in the area. Shoupe had responded, informing them of what had just occurred then ushering you, your brother, Pope, JJ, and Kie, off the dock.

Sarah was allowed to stay, being as this was her property, her father’s property and he was dead. She stayed in Topper's arms, teary-eyed as she watched John B walk away without a word in her direction.

What could he say? What could any of you say?

I’m sorry? For her loss, probably. But none of you would truly mean it, Ward Cameron was better off dead.

None of you wanted to leave Sarah in her home alone with her brother who had attempted to murder her not 24 hours ago, but nobody dared to convince her to go with you all.

The weekend would end and you would all have to be back in school tomorrow, spending the last day fishing by the dock and contemplating the meaning of life after what you had just witnessed.

Day turned into night, JJ and Kie went to buy beer while you, Pope, and John B, lay on the HMS Pogue. The three of you stared up into the night sky in reflection. Your brother had just confessed to him and Sarah breaking up.

“I don’t get it,” John B voices after minutes of silence, “I don’t.”

“Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain.”

You snap your fingers at Pope’s poetic words, “Jesus if you wrote a book about heartbreak, I’d the shit out of it… Did it really only last five minutes though?”

You tried to lighten the mood a little, though clearly, those weren’t the vibes the two heartbroken boys were on. Lowkey, neither were you, but showing it would just open a can of worms (questions) that you weren’t ready to deal with.

Pope turns his head to his left, where you lay in between him and John B, “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s going on with you and Kie?” You quip, sitting up and crossing your legs with your knees outwards. You technically already knew what Kie had told you, but you wanted to hear his thoughts.

“Well, she just wants to be friends.”

“Oh, death blow,” John B exhales. “I’m sorry, man.”

“I-I didn’t even see it coming,” Pope lifted and let his hands fall onto his stomach.

You pursed your lips, not knowing what to say. Thankfully, you didn’t because the duo that left had just come back, tossing beer your way. You almost didn’t catch yours, JJ threw it at you swiftly, and you glared at him to which he ignored you.

“What are you guys doing down here?” He asked. “Having a good cry?”

“Cry?” John B and Pope ask each other, “What are you talking about? We don’t cry.”

You were about to, seeing Kie wearing JJ’s sweater, the size overwhelming her frame. You popped open the can and sipped on it.

“You know it’s not your fault right?” She asks JB with a smile.

“You think she’ll come back?”

“She’s one of us,” She inhales smoke from a joint, no doubt she and JJ already started smoking.

He smiles to himself, “Sarah’s a pogue.”

~~~

“Y/n!”

A loud feminine voice yelled in your ear, you jolted awake, your hand swinging to hit whoever disturbed you.

“Woah, chill,” She steps back.

“What the fuck, Kiara,” You mumble into your pillow once you saw it was her.

“It’s Monday, we have school.”

You wanted to die, quickly and right now, in your sleep preferably. Your bed had never felt more comfortable, you felt like you had just closed your eyes and here this bitch was waking you from your slumber.

You physically could not open your eyes, they felt permanently shut. You felt yourself drift…

“Y/n!”

“Oh my god!” You cried out, “Okay, okay, I swear if John B and Jayj, aren’t getting the same treatment I’m suing.”

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your eyesight get better, you needed to wash your face. You changed into jeans and a grey cotton long-sleeve, the autumn air coming in, allowing you to wear your cozy clothing without dying of heatstroke.

You wobble your way to the bathroom about to open the door when it opens for you, your eyes widen before you as a familiar blond (who you still weren’t talking to) appears before you, you both switch places and you shut the door. You quickly freshened up and went back to your room, snatching up your bookbag from the floor.

“We have a geometry test in 30 minutes,” Pope informs John B, dragging him along and pulling JJ by his collar into the Twinkie.

You stayed behind, catching a ride with Kie, the both of you didn’t have a test in the morning and decided you can be late to first period and homeroom to buy some groceries.

Kie insisted she pays, she saw how empty the fridge was before she woke you up and wanted to do something about it.

“You seriously don’t have to do that,” You protest as she pulls out a credit card.

She gives you a look, “I can’t just let you guys starve, now c’mon let’s drop this off before we’re even more late.”

~~~

After school, with a full fridge, you eat a bowl of fruit you picked out at the store as Pope explains how Mr. Sunn pulled them into his classroom and gave them Denmark Tanny’s diary.

“August 15th set sail from Port-au-prince on calm seas.” Pope Reads, “Came upon the Spanish ship San Jose on fire, the entire deck was aflame and we could hear the screams of men trapped below. The Spanish Captain cared about only one thing; his valuable cargo, the Cross of Santo Domingo, and countless bars of gold.”

“Once the cargo was on board we went to help the crew but Captain Limberey ordered us to pull bayonets and not to let any of the Spanish crew on board. He robbed them and left them to die.”

“So it didn’t go down off Bermuda,” JJ confirmed.

“And it was a Limberey, stealing shit again,” Kie scoffed.

Pope nods, “This diary proves that both the gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo were on the Royal Merchant.”

“Why didn’t we find it in the well then?” JJ asked. “If Denmark was able to get this bedazzled cross off of the Merchant to shore, why didn’t he just hide it with the gold?”

“Because it was too big,” You piece his question together. “He had to hide it someplace else, obviously.”

“But where?” John B questions.

“Right before he was hung, Denmark said he’d buried the treasure at the foot of the angel,” Pope explains.

“I thought this was about the key,” JJ looks confused.

“Right, so what’s the connection?” Kie observes.

Pope repeats the line, “‘The path to the tomb begins in the island room.’”

“But what is the island room?” She rolls her eyes.

“You know what helps me figure shit out?” JJ hops up from his place on the couch on the porch, you hold your breath for what he was about to say, knowing it could be potentially catastrophic. “Smoking beers and drinking weed, the ideas just pour out of me.”

“I don’t think we need another one of your ideas,” You look up at him from your seat.

“Not like yours are any better,” He snaps back and continues his statement. “If we just sit here and try to figure this out, we’re gonna get nowhere, but if we get creative and go to this bonfire tonight… maybe we’ll get somewhere.”

“Or, just a perfect excuse to party,” You slump in your seat.

“Well, I just got disowned by my parents and I’m an official member of the I-have-nothing-to-lose club,” Kie pipes in, meaning she’s in.

“Pope?” JJ looks to him hopefully.

He sighs, “We’re so close.”

JJ kneels down in front of Pope, “Think about how much you could think if you just gave your brain a rest.”

John B, JJ, and Kie give him looks of encouragement, you didn’t even bother, still bitter at JJ, though you were down for a party you weren’t gonna tell him that.

Pope ends up conceding, the others bursting into cheers as they make plans to pre-game. You and your friends all take shots of some cheap vodka from a corner store that you all knew didn’t ID before heading to the bonfire.

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Every year it was set in a small old abandoned amphitheater-like place, dozens of teens from all parts of the island, gathered here for a beginning of the year rager. Kind of like a last hurrah, though the last hurrah would have technically been the last one, point is- people went wild. In a good way.

Pope and Kie were in conversation, hopping out of the Twinkie, not looking back twice, you stayed with JJ and John B, thinking you and John B would at least stick together.

Of course, you were wrong, one of John B’s old hookups had been desperately begging for his attention, not even bothering to try to hide her obviousness.

JJ gave you one look before heading in another direction with a beer he was shotgunning.

You took a breath, letting the annoyance roll off you as you went in search of a drink, JJ would find a whore to fuck as John B would, Pope and Kie will go socialize and you would drink to drink yourself numb.

You bumped into a broad shoulder when trying to weave your way through people, you meant to apologize and move on but the guy who looked over his shoulder to see who had disrupted his conversation was cute. Really cute, forget about JJ for a whole night, cute.

You replaced the frown with a sheepish smile and softened your eyes to look at the boy through your lashes, “Sorry.”

“No harm done,” He turned his full attention to you. “What’s your name, Gorgeous?” His features made you want to say, ‘Whatever you want it to be’ but you held off.

“Y/n, nice to meet you…”

“James,” He hit you with a flirtatious smirk. ‘Another one whose name starts with J’ You willed away the urge your roll your eyes. The guy had dimples, and light brown eyes that weren’t usually your type but it complimented him well.

You spent a good 45 minutes talking to him, he made the conversation flow and was easy to talk to, you were surprised you hadn’t seen him around or heard about him but then again he was very much the ‘boy-next-door’ type.

He flirted like he was into you but it teetered the line of him just being a really nice dude. It frustrated you since you just wanted a good make out, have it lead to something else maybe, but you didn’t want to push and he wasn’t offering.

“I was thinking maybe a weekend when you’re not so busy with school, we could hang out?” He looked at you hopefully.

“I-”

“She can’t,” You felt the weight of JJ’s arm sling around your shoulder, pulling you into him as if you were naturally a part of him. You wriggled underneath him to get out of his hold but he didn’t budge, only pulling you tighter.

“Oh,” James' face faltered a little before brightening up again, “No worries then. It was nice talking to you, Y/n.”

It was over. He was too nice of a guy to argue with JJ who was close enough to indicate that there was something between you, even though that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Wait- James!” You groaned and hid your face in your hands feeling aggravated at the blond who had immediately slid his arm off your shoulders the minute the brunet was gone. You were in mourning for the sweet boy you had hoped to get to know more. “I hate you.”

“I send away one hopeless guy, and I get knocked down your list of favorite people?” JJ repeats the words you told him the other day before the big argument.

“No, you've been acting like the world’s biggest dick, that’s how you get knocked down my list.” You bump your shoulder against him as you shove past him and he walks after you. “Leave me alone.”

“No,” He persists.

“JJ, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“That’s fine because I wanna talk to you.”

You falter in my steps and my eyes narrow in thought, wondering what the hell was up with him and his quick change of emotions.

“I didn’t like you talking to that guy-”

“So what, you were jealous?” The nerve of this guy, “Was that what that was?”

He hesitates, “Y/n, I’m just trying to look after you.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me, JJ, Jesus!” My voice raises, “I don’t need you!”

“You almost died the other day, and I wasn’t there.”

“That’s not your fault as much as it wasn’t mine, but if you want to hide your feelings behind some bullshit, go ahead but don’t use me as an excuse. You can be Kiara’s knight in shining armor but not mine.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

You felt the sting of tears hit the back of your eyes, this was not how tonight was supposed to go, “You and Kie. There is something there and while that’s still going on, you are not allowed to feel upset or jealous when I talk to a guy at a fucking party.”

“Y/n-”

Shouts were coming from the pit, people rushed towards the scene and you heard Sarah’s voice call out John B’s name. You sighed and looked at JJ who was already running into the mess of people.

Can there never be just one day, you glare into the dark sky. You had the keys of the Twinkie on you, John B mistakenly tossing them to you when you were all walking to the party.

You didn’t feel like dealing with whatever was going on, so while everyone was watching what you guessed was another fight, you took a therapeutic walk to the van. You started up the engine and crossed your legs on the dash of the passenger seat.

Your friends soon joined you, Kie went into the driver’s seat next to you, John B held a beer can up to his forehead on the seat behind you, Pope was across from him and JJ just walked up to the open side door.

“Well that was unexpected,” He crushes an empty can.

Kie turns her head to him with furrowed brows, “Was it?”

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It was silent around the fire at the Chateau. You all took in the night, not knowing what else to do. What was supposed to be a distraction to help you all regain mental energy, just turned out to be more chaos that needed to be quieted.

With all that happened at the party, you sat the furthest away from JJ on the other end of where he was sitting, you tiredly leaned your head on John B’s shoulder, with your marshmallow on the end of a stick, melting in the fire.

That was until he started sporadically moving trying to get a bite of Kie’s s’more and your marshmallow fell into the pit. You pursed your lips, this night couldn’t get any worse.

“I have never hated you more,” You tell John B who left his seat and crouched on the other side of you for something.

“I’m stealing your marshmallow,” Kie warned Pope who protested.

“Hand me one, please?” You reach out to grab another marshmallow she stole.

John B tapped your back and told you all to shush, “Soembody’s here.”

“You don’t think Topper would…” Kie sets her stick down. “Do you have your gun?”

The five of your turn toward the rustling coming from the trees.

“Oh, now she wants the gun,” JJ’s tone accusatory as he recalls all the times Kiara scolded JJ for having the gun.

“Oh, now you don’t have the gun?”

John B calls out to the person in the trees, and lo and behold, it’s Limberey’s manservant- Renfield.

“You have got to be kidding me,” You whisper to yourself, thinking back on how you thought the night couldn’t get any worse.

The man comes out of hiding with his hands up in surrender, “Lovely evening we’re having.”

It definitely was not a lovely evening, especially not with him here, you all knew what he was here for. John B had tricked him and his boss into thinking they had the right key, Pope’s family’s key.

“Look, I don’t hold judges with any of y’all, alright?” He stops a couple of feet away from the group. “But this can go hard, or this can go easy, you know what I’m here for. Let me give you a little demonstration, you see that swing?”

He points to the swing you used to sit on in your childhood, JJ or John B would push you on it, sometimes pushing so far you would fly off.

“I got the best bow hunters in the Army Rangers with me,” He whistles sharply and an arrow comes flying through barely passing JJ’s nose and hitting the carved tree. “Now, they're out there, they’ll stick you just as soon as I say so.”

JJ moves to swing at Renfield with a long rusty piece of metal but he all too soon whistles and another arrow lands directly next to JJ’s foot.

The realization hits everyone at the same time it seems, you look at Pope sympathetically, these guys he brought with him were clearly good. If any of you had any tricks, one of you would get shot.

“I’m not gonna give you a countdown or any bullshit like that, I’m just gonna whistle.” He stood in front of Pope, tension was heavy as he held eye contact with Pope.

Your friend looked pained as he dug into the pocket of his shorts and brought out the key with the red string, “This key belongs to my family.”

“I’m losing patience with you, Pope,” Renfield brings his fingers to his lips as a threat.

Slowly, Pope hands it to the man.

“You did the right thing kid, knowing when you don't have a choice is an underappreciated talent,” he waves the key in front of Pope. “You be safe.”

You felt like you could finally breathe with him several paces away from you all now, but Pope looked like he was about to cry and you went after him as he stormed off.

~~~

Chapter 18

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mssturniolo · 1 year

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I'm new at this so if this sucks I'm sorry

TW - smut, weed, rum, kie walks in after

First time

Laugher filled the room they were laughing at y/n, y/n was a Pogue she was a good girl in a way she listened to what was right and she only broke rules when it was Necessary she would drink tho with the Pogues her mom didn't really mind her drinking but y/n mother had two rules no weed and NO drugs the jj and them didn't do drugs but they did smoke weed and y/n listened to that she never smoked weed well till today that is

Y/n come on its one puff if you say no I will stop asking Jj said knowing what she was gonna say, jonh b laughed "bro she's gonna say no that's the one rule she listenes to" John b said look at jj, y/n looked down she wondered what it would taste like she was considering trying it but if her mom found out she would be in so much trouble so she can't try it but she wouldn't be in trouble if her mom doesn't know and her friends wouldn't tell her mom No! Y/n was so confused she grabbed a shot of rum and took it, Jj look at her to see if she would say yes to try weed she didn't nod or shake her head so he took that as a no it went around the room that was their 1th one y/n felt left out jj rolled two more he put one on the side for after this one he took a puff and then passed it to Pope he took a puff and went to go pass it to kie who was sitting on y/n other side but y/n grabbed it at first pope and all the others thought she was gonna pass it to kie but then y/n took a puff "y/n you took a puff" Jj cheered "what about what you're mom said she said no weed" pope said "jj I stealing this whole thing pass a new one around" y/n said smoking the whole thing "y/n you should really listen to you're mother" cleo said " I know but it's a one time thing" I said not really caring

Y/n was high and drunk she couldn't stop laughing she got up to eat something but decided that she wasn't hungry "Shit what time is it" pope asked looking to see if any one knew "1am" Jj said not caring "shit" kie and pope said " I have to go curfew" kie said running out of the houes " me too" pope said running off with cole" yeah and me and Sarah should go sorry man" John b said " it's fine I got y/n" jj said looking over at y/n John b nodded and walked out of the houes with Sarah

"Yo y/n you want more rum" jj asked holding up a bottle of rum "uh yeah" jj nodded and poured some rum in to two glasses he passed y/n her glass she thanked him and Started to drink it if it was the last thing. Jj jump on the couch next to y/n "you smoke how you feel" jj asked smiling "good I feel gooooood" y/n said clearly drunk and high "jj can I spend the night" y/n asked sliding her finger down his abs jj nodded "thank you" she said walking to his bed and laying down she took of her pants and shirt "Jj I want to cuddle" y/n shouted, Jj walked in and took off his Panter and shirt layed next to her she smiled and put her arm around him she looked up at him and had the urge to kiss him and that what she did at first he didn't kiss back but then he did, y/n climbed on his lap and started to rock her hips back and forth, jj grabbed her hips "fuck baby girl you can't do that you're high and this is you're fist time" jj said " no jj I liked you please I'm wet and horny" y/n begged jj groaned he was rock hard and really wanted to have sex but not with drunk high y/n he wanted to have sex with y/n on no weed or rum " jj please" y/n begged again "y/n tomorrow" jj said "can I at least give you blow job" she asked jj with puppy dog eyes " he gave in and said yes after a little of begging

She was happy she clawed off of his lap and took of his boxersy/n looked at jj dick and licked her lips and grabbed it jj moan and looked at her she winked and right after that she put jj hole dick down her throat "FUCK Y/N" Jj yelled and throw his head back she started to move her head up and down she was so happy she didn't have a gag reflex jj grabbed her hair "I'm cuming!" Jj yelled and he did she Swallowed his cum, he filp her around and went down her he pulled down her underwear and started to rub her cilt "jj I need you're mouth not you're hand" y/n moan he started to suck on her cilt she threw her head back he added 2 fingers in her she was a moaning mess "jj I'm close" she moan jj heard that and went faster "JJ!" She yelled moaned he went up to her and kissed her "y/n will you be my girlfriend" jj asked "mhm but you need to fuck me soon" y/n whispered the last part and fell asleep.

In the morning y/n woke up and saw jj with no boxers and her with no underwear and remembered what happened she smile "good morning sleepy head" jj said opening his eyes "good morning" "fuck I forgot I had no boxers on I should put some on" jj said "Jj can you finish what we started" y/n asked "Yeah of course " jj said getting on top of her "condom" y/n said, Jj nodded and grabbed one he sliped it on he put the tip in "it might hurt" jj said "mhm" y/n moan, it hurt felt good but after a while it felt amazing "jj moved" y/n moaned, he nodded and started to move slow but then hard and fast the bed was hitting the wall hard and y/n was yelling Jj name over and over "jj I'm almost there" y/n moan, jj slip his hand down to y/n cilt and rubed it hard, y/n threw her head back and Squeezed his dick, "fuck y/n" jj came in the condom " I love you jj" y/n said "love you too" jj kissed her

"Were here" jonh b yelled "oh shit" Jj and y/n said at the same time

Kie walked in "oh my god" she ran out, me and jj got dressed and walked out of the room

"Kie told us" pope laughed "when? Did it happen" Sarah asked, "last night but this morning we had sex" jj said "last night I gave him a bj and he eat me out" I laughed "to much information" kie gaged "yeah" John b said "so wait you guys are together" Cleo asked "yes we are" jj said kissing me

-THE END I don't know how I feel about this

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crazy-together-cambria · 1 year

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the build up of jiara was literally so bad and i don’t want to even imagine what they are like in an actual relationship

#like i can’t imagine it #they have no romantic chemistry #they love each other PLATONICALLY #they had a boring ass love confession #and why we’re ppl clapping when they kissed?!#they’re so unserious #outer banks season three #obx s3 #obx3 #outer banks #gay jj #lesbian kie #anti jiara #pro jjpope #jjpope #kiarah #cleokie

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lvstcd · 1 year

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my sweet boy ⟶ rafe cameron x gn!reader

REQUEST: "Hi I love your writing !! I was wondering if you could do an obx imagine where the reader is on her period and Rafe takes care of her and it’s just super fluffy 🥺 thank you 💗"

A/N: ofc anon!! sorry for such the late response :(

SUMMARY: rafe taking care of you on your period

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, mentions of periods, mentions of pain medications, swearing

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

(gn = gender neutral) not edited!!

lower case intended

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AS the bright early sun rolls into outerbanks, you feel your boyfriends soft breathing underneath your head. his chest slowly rising and falling every couple of seconds.

you groggily roll over and rub your eyes before snuggling your face into the blanket and trying to go back to sleep. as you start to doze off you get a weird pit in the bottom of your stomach. your eyes widen and you sit up straight wihtout waking rafe up.

you slide out of bed and feel the blood leaking out of your uterus drop. you gulp and pull back the blanket, noticing a partially dry yet still damp blood spot on your boyfriends light grey bedsheets.

"fuck!" you whisper shout, before grabbing a tampon and new underwear before walking towards his bathroom. as you go to close the door you slightly trip on the air, as one does in the morning, and loudly slam the door behind you, causing rafe to jump up out of his sleep. you, not realizing you awoke your boyfriend, continues to try to clean yourself up.

"baby?" you hear rafe yawn before gently knocking on the door, "you okay?" you let out a frustrated sigh as your flow is super heavy and just everywhere on you.

"im fine." you let out sharply, continuing to clean yourself before your cramps hit you right in the lower abdomen, "shit."

"is it okay if i come in?" he asks softly, leaning against the door and resting his ear against the wood. you give up and sigh, lowering your head in defeat, "yes." rafe opens the door quietly, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when he sees you covered in blood and crouched over in pain.

"you okay, baby?" he groggily asks, rubbing his left eye with his knuckle before stepping over to you and placing a kiss to your forehead.

"no," you sigh, "i woke up with my period and it decided to be really heavy today. im covered in blood and my cramps are killing me and i just feel like absolute death."

he shakes his head jokingly and runs his hand through your hair, "it's okay. i can wash the sheets and get the blood out. why dont you get in a hot bath?" you nod and stare at the floor.

"baby, im not mad about the bed sheets. i promise, just try to relax, okay?" he asks gently, kneeling in front of you and placing his hand on your knee and squeezing softly.

"come on," he says tiredly, grabbing some of your leftover period wipes and setting them beside you on the counter before gently grabbing the sides of your panties and pj shorts and sliding them off your legs.

"clean yourself up as much as you can and i will be right back." he steps out of the bathroom and digs through your purse, looking for your pain meds and a bottle of water before walking back in towards you.

"here, baby." he smiles, kissing the top of your head before stepping out again. you take two of the pain meds and clean yourself up before standing up and flushing. rafe comes back in with your phone, playing a playlist of your favorite songs. he sets your phone down and gently grabs the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and setting it on the sink.

he starts the water for you, checks the temperature, and reaches his hand out to help you step into the bathtub. "okay. im going to take the sheets and your bloody clothes down and start them in the wash. i will be right back, okay?" you smile and nod before he grabs your shirt and walks out.

as you lay in the hot water with your eyes closed, you start to doze off, the fatigue hitting you quite quickly. rafe shuffles back in with a towel and some new fresh clothes, his to be exact. "okay, love, i brought you one of my shirts and a pair of my boxers that are loose on the stomach so they wont hurt your stomach more."

you smile with your eyes closed and blow him a kiss, "thank you, baby." he smiles back at you and walks out doing god knows what. 15 minutes later, he stumbles in.

"you done, baby?" he asks while he grabs the fresh towel and unfolds it. you nod and stand up, carefully stepping out of the tub before letting it drain. he holds out the towel before gently wrapping it around you. he dries you off completely, squeezing the water out of your hair. he hands you a tampon and a panty liner so you don't leak and leaves you to it by turning around and facing the wall.

"you dont have to look away, baby." you chuckle as you grab the boxers and put the panty liner on before using the tampon. "i know, i just didn't want to make you uncomfortable." you softly laugh before poking his back. "im all done, can you hand me your boxers?"

he grabs his boxers and turns around before softly lifting one leg up at a time and sliding the boxers onto your legs. he grabs your hands and helps you stand up before he reaches down and grabs the hem of his boxers, pulling them up for you. he grabs his shirt, which is oversized on you, and slides it over your head and gently puts your arms through.

he grabs your brush off his counter and brushes out your hair. as he stands infront of you, he quickly leans down and pecks your nose, every couple of seconds while he finishes brushing your hair.

"'okay, baby. i have a heating pad plugged in for you, chocolate, i didn't know which kind so i brought up all three, and i have the tv ready for whatever you wanna watch." you smile brightly, bringing your hands up to his cheeks and passionately kissing him.

"i fucking love you." you whisper, face inches from his.

"well, i love you too, baby." he leans in for another kiss and pecks your nose before grabbing your phone, pausing your music and lacing his hand in yours and carefully dragging you out of the bathroom.

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wheeboo · 10 months

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you asked for soft thoughts so here i am.

imagine going to a photobooth with seokmin for the first time. like my man is so excited, while you guys are waiting in line he's researching diff poses for couples to do and once he gets inside the booth he won't stop smiling and he's so giddy and SJDKGJSKD PLS he'll press a kiss on your cheek for one photo, tells you to do your thing and he js stares at you with the most loving eyes FUCKDKSKD and various hand/arm/finger hearts CRYINGGGG in the end, it'll js be a mix of him kissing you and looking at you like you're his entire WORLD. he loves it sm he keeps his copy in his wallet at all times (do you mind if i send multiple, my brain's cogs are turning like crazy rn)

kie this is literally the cutest shit ever istg. and GOD he would research poses beforehand and even shamelessly try to do some with you while waiting in line even before you both would be inside the damn photobooth. best believe he is DRAGGING you inside the photobooth and it would be such a cramped place, but he can't contain his excitement and wants to take as many photos possible for him to be able to look at and keep in his wallet, and maybe even display on his dresser yk??

and like before even before selecting the start button thing you would be looking at yourself in the camera trying to fix your hair or outfit, and figure out what pose to do and seokmin, your ever-loving seokmin, would be so swooned.

"sunshine, stop being so cute- oh wait, pose!" then he'd land a kiss to your cheek, catching you completely off-guard and the camera would take a pic of your flustered face without giving you anytime to pose AHHAHA.

"hey! I couldn't even pose!" you pout at him.

seokmin just laughs. "sorry, love. you can do your pose now."

rolling your eyes, you do the pose you wanted to do while leaning your head towards seokmin, hoping that he would pose as well. but he would just be so LOVESTRUCK and staring at you with the most loving eyes which the camera captures.

you turn to him. "why didn't you pose as well?"

seokmin stifles out a cough. "gotta let my baby have their time to shine too," then he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. "okay! let's do some poses now."

and so the camera then captures more photos: some of them with funny poses, some with his lips to your cheek, and the last one with your arms forming a heart. but in every single one, there's always one where he's giving you the biggest heart eyes ever.

he'd be so giddy and bouncy while waiting for all the photos to print. you both would divide it up equally and put them in places where you can take it out easily to look at, and it would make your days sm <3

THANK YOU for sending this in kie and please feel free to send in more omg!!! I need your brain rn

#kie!#hannyoontify #friends ༊#answered #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #dk imagines #seokmin imagines #dk fluff #seokmin fluff #seokmin x reader #dk x reader #soft hours!

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beaniebeensbaby201 · 1 year

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JJ x sister reader, John B x gf reader, kie x reader Platonic

Summary; Reader is the younger sister of JJ as she is dating John B. During a party Rafe was talking shit about fucking the younger Maybank, which caused John B and JJ to punch Rafe and to start a fight. Y/n left to go to the bathroom as Kie was puking as she was Very drunk.

Warnings: underage drinking(DO NOT DRINK UNDERAGE), cursing. Violence, smut but not smut, cat calling.

Tonight the Pogues decided to throw a party at the boneyard. It's been a while since they've decided to throw one. Y/n and JJ stayed at the chateau again, John B still doesn't know about their homelife as she didn't want him to worry.

John B was raking his fingers through her hair as she was still asleep on his bare chest. His eyes closed as the sun kissed his tan skin.

The sound of pounding on the door startled the younger girl as she thwacked her head against John B.

The two groaned in pain, as JJ shouted on the other side.

"Damn it JJ, imma kill your blonde ass!" John B chuckles as he lightly pushes the girl off of his chest to get up.

She grabbed hands towards him as she whined.

"Nooo, don't get up." She continues to whine as John B bends down and kisses the Maybank girl.

She places her hands in his hair and plays with it as she bites his lower lip.

She smiles into the kiss when he pulls away, even though he didn't want to.

"JJ and I have to get the party ready." John B goes to grab a Hawaiian shirt and leaves it unbuttoned showing his toned abs.

John B left the room as we bid our last goodbyes. I was still naked underneath the sheets as I waited for the guys to leave. The boys left as my phone dings.

Kie: Wanna go surfing?

Me: Sure, John B, and my brother and Pope went to get some juice for tonight.

The shades were opened to the window as I saw that the van was gone. I always kept a bag here, most of my closet is in John B's room.

I stretched as I heard a slight crack in my back. I pulled out the top drawer that holds all of my bikinis. I noticed a lavender thong underwear and my strapless top.

"That bastard." I muttered under my breath.

I quickly put the bikini on, as it was his personal favorite.

I heard the door of the chateau opening and the door to John B's bedroom opening.

I heard Kie cat whistle as I giggled. She claps as I bow as she lets out cat calls.

"John B is a lucky guy." kie was wearing a red, purple and blue strappy bikini top, short shorts and her red Nikes.

"He stole this bikini. I've been looking everywhere, and he said he had no clue where it was." Kie laughs.

"You might wanna fix the girls, they're a little wonky." She points, as my boobs looked awkward. So I quickly put my hands in and grabbed then adjusted the top.

She gives me two thumbs up as she grabs my hand.

"We finally catch a break from trying to catch the gold. We're so close, I could taste it." She raises her hands in her curly brown hair as she puts it in a ponytail.

"JJ still wants me to go to school, he was going to give me half the money for school. Me and Pope are still dreaming of the same school." We grab our boards that rest outside.

"Are you and John B planning on getting married?" I smiled softly, my face heating up at the sudden topic.

"We've talked about it a lot. But we were going to wait it out, let the moment happen." I shrugged as we started to run for the beach.

"Well when you two do get married, I called dibs on maid of honor." I let out a laugh, she was my first choice to begin with.

"You're my girl Kie." I said.

Time passed as we continued to surf. We hadn't realized the time as we heard our names being called. I looked up and noticed my brother, Pope and JJ waving at us.

"Parties over Kie!" I shouted for the girl as she was a little farther in the ocean.

I started paddling back to the shore, Kie not too far behind me.

"Can't you put some clothes on?" JJ covers his eyes dramatically while throwing a towel in my direction.

"It's the beach JJ, you think I wanna see my twin half naked too?" I lifted my eyebrows at him as I noticed John B staring at me.

"It's almost time to party." I said as I wrapped an arm around John B as I give him a kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"I thought we made rules when you two started dating?" I throw the now damp towel that I used to dry myself off and throw it at JJ.

"It's getting late, we should start getting ready, kie." I started to enter the chateau as I felt a tap on my ass as I let out a yelp.

"Hands off her man!" JJ complained once again.

"You wore this on purpose, didn't you?" I shrugged my shoulders as we head towards our shared bedroom.

"Maybe." I dragged out the word in a teasing tone.

"I see that my brother takes a liking to you?" I wiggle my eyebrows at her as she punches my arm.

"Shut up." She blushes as she turns her head.

"Which top?" I raise my pink sparkle crop tank top to my body, and then I raise a tube top black and white stripe top.

"The pink John B will be all over you." She said while hugging herself and turning around making kissing noises.

"At least he's good in bed. The first boyfriend I've had that gives me the best orgasms." Kie sticks her finger in her mouth and makes a fake gagging noise.

"You two are like rabbits." I laughed as I brushed my y/h/c that was knotted from the salt water.

I found one of my short denim skirts and placed it over my black laced thong.

Kie once again the cat whistled at my outfit as I did a little dance.

"He's going to love it!" We both continued to laugh as we left the bedroom.

"What are you wearing!" JJ shouted as I rolled my eyes again.

"Clothes JJ." I said pinching my shirt and letting it go.

"That barely covers your chest?" I giggled when I noticed a silent John B.

"You're going to get flies in your mouth, fish boy." I giggled, putting his jaw up so that his mouth closed.

"You look sexy." He purred, grabbing my waist not caring that our friends were watching.

"Dude!" JJ said as I was about to lean in to kiss his lips.

"Shut up JJ." We said at the same time.

John B grabs my hand in his as I skipped out of the chateau when I felt Kie grabbing my other arm.

"You know Kie stole your girl?" I heard JJ say as I wasn't holding John B and was talking to Kie.

"I had her first!" She calls out as I giggled again leaning against the light skinned girl.

"C'mon! Let's get a drink." We both rushed towards the keg, I noticed John B was still with the guys by the bonfire as I was on the other side with Kie.

"It's been so long since we've had a party." I said leaning against a rock as I noticed two guys that looked unfamiliar come up to us.

"Can we help you?" I asked, not wanting to get hit on.

The guy looked me up and down as if I was meat, I rolled my eyes with annoyance.

"What's your name, hot stuff?" I give Kie a 'are you serious?' Look as we both looked at the two Tourons.

"Listen bud, I got a boyfriend." I pressed my hand to his chest to push him off me, only for him to try to lean in closer towards my fave.

His breath smelled like beer as I turned my head.

"She said leave her alone." I mentally thanked my brother for coming to the rescue.

"And you're the boyfriend I assume?" I gagged at that.

"I'm her twin, and you're making my sister uncomfortable. And she's taken, he's a better boyfriend than a guy like you." JJ got closer to the Touron as he got up in his face, as if he was trying to act bigger.

"JJ!" I give him a warning look to stop him.

"What are you gonna do about it punk?" He shoves JJ making him spill his drink.

"JJ, no!" He took the first punch causing me and Kie to stumble back.

I noticed John B coming by.

"What the hell?" He asked as he was standing next to me.

"The guy kept harassing Y/n." John B had a look of anger in his eyes, as he threw JJ off the guy.

"Hey! If you ever look at my girlfriend again, don't." He said, as he threw another punch to finish off the fight, only for the guy's friend to shove him away.

The four of them got into a fight, as y/n found the bucket of ice that was empty from the beer and dumped it on the guys.

"Knock it off! You're acting like children! JJ you've got to start learning to be the bigger man. You Touron need to stop being an A+ douche, and John B." I said, causing the boy to look at me. He had a bloody lip, and a black eye.

"You're coming with me." I grab his hand and angrily walked towards the chateau.

"You idiot! You decide to join JJ!" I exclaimed as he was resting on the bathroom sink as I was between his legs.

He had his hands on the belt loop of my denim skirt. He kept moving his head as I used the Alcohol to clean the blood.

"Stop squirming." I huffed, pushing his hair away so I could clean the cut on his forehead.

His brown eyes staring at me as I worked on his cut. I give him a soft kiss to his lips not caring about the metallic taste that left.

"Don't join my brother in his fights anymore, especially when I had it taken care of." I pleaded.

"But I'm your boyfriend, I should've been the one to fight the guys in the first place." I sighed, placing the cotton ball down and grabbing his face.

"I love you John B, you and JJ don't always have to fend for me." I kiss his lips again as he gropes my butt, a small moan leaves my lips as we continue.

"I love you too." He mumbled into the loving kiss.

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Other Woman

Parings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, Swearing, crying, Annoying Kiara, pleading, begging, use of ‘I love you’.

Type: Angst ~ fluffish

Words: 0.7

JJ and Y/n’s love story was a classic tale of two people who found each other in the most unexpected place and fell in love. They shared a strong bond, built on trust, respect, and honesty. They had been dating for a year, and their relationship was going strong.

JJ and Y/n were both hardworking individuals. Y/n, was a successful marketing executive at a prestigious firm. Even though their busy schedules kept them apart for most of the day, they always made it a point to spend quality time together.

One day, I came home from work earlier than usual. I was looking forward to spending some quality time with JJ, but what I saw broke my heart into pieces. JJ was kissing Kiara in their living room, and it was clear that they had been at it for a while.

The sight of JJ with another woman left me in shock. I didn't know what to do or say. I just stood there, staring at JJ and Kiara, their hands wrapped around each other. JJ was the first to realize that I was there. He immediately pulled away from Kiara and took a step back, his eyes wide with shock.

“What the fuck.” I mumble.

"Y/n, it's not what it looks like." JJ stammered, but I didn't believe him. I was hurt, angry, and in disbelief that the person I loved could do this to me.

"Really? So, what is it then? You were just having a friendly make-out session with Kiara in our living room?" I lashed out, the hurt and anger boiling inside of me.

JJ tried to explain that it was a mistake that he didn't mean to hurt her, but I was having none of it. I stormed out of the apartment, not wanting to hear JJ's explanations.

JJ Pov

One afternoon, Y/N had left for work as usual and I had decided to spend the day working from home. As I was typing on my laptop, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find Kiara standing there looking upset.

"What's wrong, Kiara?" I asked concerned.

Without hesitating, Kiara burst into tears and confessed her love to me. She told me that she had been hiding her feelings for me for a long time and couldn't keep them to herself any longer.

I was surprised by her confession, I have a girlfriend that I love very much.

Kiara suddenly kissed me; passionately and I found myself lost in her embrace. It was as if time stood still as we shared this moment. However, our kiss was cut short when we heard the sound y/n.

“What the fuck.”

"Y/n, it's not what it looks like." I stammered, I love y/n way too much for her to leave.

"Really? So, what is it then? You were just having a friendly make-out session with Kiara in our living room?" Y/n lashed out, the hurt and anger boiling inside her. "I can't believe this is happening," she said quietly.

Kiara apologized to Y/N, saying that she didn't mean to hurt her.

“If you were sorry you wouldn’t of kissed him.” Y/n scoffed, leaving the apartment.

Y/N realized the depth of JJ's remorse when he showed up at her doorstep, pleading and begging her to take him back.

"She kissed me, I swear," JJ pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

"JJ, you kissed her back," Y/N sighed, her face twisted with a frown.

"I didn't know what I was doing. It just happened. I know it seemed like we were at it for ages but it was only five seconds tops. The second I realized she kissed me, I pulled away," JJ cried. "Please, baby. I love you."

It took some time for Y/n to trust JJ fully again, but with time, they were able to overcome this rough patch in their relationship. They worked on their communication, made time for each other, and promised to always be open and honest with each other.

In the end, JJ and Y/n's relationship became stronger and more resilient because of what they went through. They learned that mistakes happen, but if they love each other enough, they can overcome them.

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under the moon's gaze — l.dh

SYNOPSIS — it was one of those summer nights. The nightly breeze cools what was left of the heat from the summer sun and all that's left to watch the vibrant verdure was the moon and the stars. But despite that, with dew-like shine, they blossom under the moonlight as if the golden pour of their beloved sun had never left. The night stayed full of life; even without the sun, in some ways, warmth seeped through under the moon's gaze.

PAIRING — lee donghyuck & reader

GENRE — countryside!au, childhoodfriends2l, fluff

WARNINGS — trespassing, making out

WORD COUNT — 3.0k words

NOTES FROM AUTHOR — so this was also from my old blog :') hope you enjoy it!!

You watch as the speckled night moves the moon to the highest peak of the sky. The coolness of the air felt great on your skin, you almost think you could fall asleep like this, but alas, a certain face couldn't help but ruin those plans of a well rested slumber.

Funny how even in imagination, he still seemed to be causing trouble.

After tossing and turning for the umpteenth time this evening, you find yourself seated by your house's front porch watching this big rock in the sky with little to no fascination. You were bored.

The afterglow of the summer day made the night life seem much brighter—unwilted and evergreen. It painted a scenic picture, the moon was at the perfect place, the stars shone brighter than ever, and the trees swayed along to the lullaby of the creatures home to the grass. But no matter how beautiful these things are, they still could not take your mind off of the person you find much prettier in your eyes.

You sigh. How merciless love could be that even picturesque sights like this didn't amaze you anymore.

Perhaps you were being dramatic, simply caught up in the fact that no matter what you did, he stayed like a pest in your mind. Maybe if you tried even harder, you would successfully distract yourself from him. Yeah, you thought to yourself, just stop thinking for a second and just bask in the night sky.

The stars twinkled at you and you smiled back. At first the sky looked like a canvas filled with strewn dots—scattered and unrelated, but then you found yourself gazing at something that looked like a triangle? But it wasn't quite a triangle because it was rounded and much longer. It almost looked like a... fish's flipper?

You weren't an expert in constellations by any means, but you started making them nonetheless. Perhaps you should give them new names and meaning.

You continue to flesh out the unfinished fish flipper shape, conjuring up an image of a whale jumping over heavy ocean waves, flashing you an almost cartoonish grin. This was quite fun. You looked below it to see a small creature running while holding a triangle of sorts. The stars inside the triangle helped make an illusion that it had holes, therefore concluding to yourself that it was a mouse holding a block of cheese. But what was it running from? You see a tail and claws reaching out to the mouse. You look at it for a bit and realize it was a cat; now the scene made sense. You name that one constellation "tom and jerry".

You let your fingers trace patterns lazily on the sky, connecting the dots just like those activity books you used to practice on when you were younger. One line goes to the left, then down, then you trail it to the right, and you continue on mindlessly.

After you are done, you pause. What did you just draw? You didn't have any image in mind as you were mapping out the shape, so you left it up to your imagination to make up for the lack of sense.

You follow back to the lines, letting your fingers walk the familiar stars to make out the shape. It didn't remind you of an animal nor an object. Perhaps a person?

Star one, star two, star three, sta—

Wait a minute. You feel your cheeks burn.

Did you just trace Donghyuck's moles?

It wasn't like you memorized each of their locations on his face (that was a lie), but you completely failed the point of why you started playing astronomer. Now you're back to square one, wondering how, even in the stars, you see him.

And it was just like the wind carried your thoughts to him because, as soon as you thought of him, your phone rang with his name blaring on the screen.

You picked up the call, giving up on distracting yourself from him. "Hello?"

"I see you over there." You look over to his window just beside your house and you see him clad in pajamas, hair sticking out in different directions, and a boyish grin on his face as he waves at you. You guess that he just woke up.

Before you could give a response, his voice sounds through the phone. "I'm coming over there, wait." Then he hangs up the phone, again, giving you no room to give a proper reply. But that didn't matter as you felt yourself smile. As long as you got to see him you were happy, even if he had rudely hung up on you. The weariness from your lack of sleep was now replaced by this giddiness that has you up and ready to run across the fields. You sigh albeit blissfully; you were definitely in love weren't you?

"Why are you smiling to yourself like a creep?"

You could only glare at him as the smile slipped away from your face.

"I wasn't smiling like a creep," you say defensively, "I was just… "

You stare at him and you feel your chest squeeze just a tiny bit (it wasn't just a tiny bit). You thought butterflies and sparks were just cheesy cliches, and honestly speaking, you never felt them around him. But when you look at him, you are reminded. This was the boy that pulled at your hair in kindergarten, the boy who you got in trouble with for playing out too much, the boy who you always went to when you were feeling down, the boy who, in his own way, shows you how much he cares, and the boy that still shined so brightly in the night.

You didn't see him in the stars; he was the brightest star, and though the moon may be beautiful, you would rather spend the evening basking in his glow.

"You were just?" You hear the questioning lilt in his voice and you snap back to reality.

Coughing into your fist, "I was just… thinking," you (try to) nonchalantly look at anything but him.

"Alright… " You ignore his skeptical gaze.

He suddenly comes closer, settling down on the space beside you, knee slightly grazing yours. He had his arm leaning on his knee as he rested his face on his palm. "What were you thinking?"

Did he have to be so nosy? You were starting to think he already knew what you were thinking, he was a smart boy after all. "Nothing really, and isn't it past your bedtime? Why are you even here?" you tease abruptly, trying to change his focus.

He gasps like the drama queen that he is, "Now you're treating me like a kid! Are you trying to act like my mom or something?" There is a slight pout on his lips when he says that. Not that you were looking at his lips (another lie), but it reminded you of the times he would get sulky at you when you were children.

"No, you just keep acting like a kid." You say almost fondly; your comment didn't hold any meaning and was just said to further tease him. He scoffs at you, rolling his eyes, "Says you."

You gulp a little. Since when did he become hot?

Of course you were lying, the boy in front of you now wasn't the same one you knew all those years ago. You don't know what kind of shattering force that played with you right now, but they make you hyper aware that this boy grew out of his chubby cheeks, his former languid body growing a stronger build, and the top of his head now surpasses yours. Though the younger him was incredibly adorable, you couldn't help but like this a little more. He certainly grew up well, didn't he?

It was silent for a moment, both of you just appreciating the fine evening. With Donghyuck, there was no such thing as awkward stillness. Though there are times he didn't know how to shut up, he surprisingly knew when to let the quiet do the talking. He was more mindful than he let on and you sometimes wonder what exactly is he thinking about.

"Follow me, I'll take you somewhere," he juts out of the blue, standing up and looking at you expectantly.

You raise a brow. It wasn't like you didn't trust him—if anything he was more reliable than he seemed, but you wouldn't put it past him to put on mischievous acts at any time.

"And where would you take me?"

"Uhm, to…?" He thinks as well. You were starting to think this was one of his pranks.

"A walk! Let's go for a walk." He grabs you by the arm, hoisting you up to stand. You guess that he sees the skepticism on your face because suddenly he hooks his arm around yours as if to handcuff you to him. "Come on, trust me a little. It's not like I'm gonna throw you off a cliff or something."

"Now that you say that I'm even more suspicious." You laugh when he sarcastically rolls his eyes at you.

Both of you walked in silence, side by side with his arm around yours. It felt nice just being like this. Being with him felt nice. You felt a high around him you couldn't quite explain; it was almost like a trance. You were bound to his painting, now linked to him in a way where he became ubiquitous. Your eyes will remind you of him, your mouth will speak of things that remind you of him, and your feet will remember wherever his own falls. And just like now, you follow his footsteps as he leads you into a dream.

He was beautiful, wasn't he? The sight around you may be riveting, others around you may find people much more attractive, but all of that didn’t matter because they weren’t Donghyuck. No matter how many times you repeat that, it would never dull how captivated you were by his light.

Before you know it, he stops. He turns to you as he removes your linked arms to cover your eyes with his hands. You let him do what he wants, not putting up a fight even when your sight becomes dark. "We're close, don't peek!" You hum fondly, wondering where he is taking you.

You feel grass tickle the skin of your leg, the land beneath you now softer as you hear a fence being opened. He still covers your eyes as he guides you inside to wherever he was leading you to.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Shh, we’re almost there.”

He suddenly brings you to a slight uphill, gently and carefully guiding you as he brings one hand to the small of your back while the other still covers both of your eyes. You were used to his touchiness, but for some reason, this particular one made you feel flustered.

With a few steps further, the both of you stop. His hands leave your eyes and your sight is greeted by a familiar field. Memories of both of you being chased by Mrs. Park crosses your mind and you shiver. You should have never trusted Donghyuck.

"Hyuck, we're not allowed here!"

“Says who?” You almost had to will yourself not to immediately start running back home like a coward, but you also think it was best to simply just leave your pride and stay away from trouble.

Mrs. Park was a scary woman, most doing their best to never anger her. But the problem was she was always angry no matter if it was her birthday or the happiest day of her life. Even in your almost adult self, you still felt as terrified as you were when you were a kid.

You deadpan at him. “Remember when we last came here?" You could almost hear her shrill screams out in the distance.

“Your point is?” You facepalm, sometimes it was a curse when you couldn’t put up a fight with him.

Despite your senses telling you to turn back, you stay knowing that you would much rather spend time with Donghyuck than spend your time staring up at your bedroom's ceiling with only thoughts of him.

“Hey look, it's still here,” he goes to a tree, looking at it with almost glazed over eyes. When you looked over the tree he was staring at, you immediately knew what he was talking about. You went beside him, also looking at the carvings on the tree, chuckling when you see both of your old handwriting.

"May this tree serve to protect us from the evil that lurks within this field" and a stickman depiction of Mrs. Park with devil horns beside it was carved messily on the bark of the tree. You reminisce the moment you both wrote it.

Both of you were six then, playing around like you usually do when you hear an almost glass-shattering cry. Mrs. Park was livid, screeching around almost like a ghost from those horror games Donghyuck used to play. "We should make a protection barrier!" he said, and that's how both of you ended up hiding behind the tree, hoping that it would protect you from the monster that was Mrs. Park.

“I can’t believe she hasn't found it yet.”

He laughs, “If she saw this she would probably scream so loud that her big shiny earrings would crack.”

He suddenly lowers to the ground, lazily leaning against the tree. “We haven’t been here in a while, a certain wuss was too scared of big bad Mrs. Park to come back,” he gives you a look.

"Yeah, and a certain person cried to his mommy when Mrs. Park caught him."

He scoffs, "I wonder who that is," knowing full well that it was him you were talking about.

He gazes up to the moon. You didn't know if he knew you were staring so intently at him. If only he could see himself the way you did, he would know how you feel. You wouldn't want to look at anything other than him.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"You look good."

"I always look good."

At that, you wholly agree, shamelessly. Even when you are caught, you don't let up.

He looks at you with an almost smug face. “I knew it.”

“What?”

“You were bound to fall in love with me someday,” he says, probably teasingly, but you weren’t in the proper mind to figure that out.

"Yeah… "

"Yeah?"

"I guess I am in love with you."

Now, he wasn't expecting that. He gawks at your seriousness, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “Are you okay, don’t tell me you're starting to lose yourself there?” he shakes you profusely.

You stop the shaking hands that were starting to make you feel dizzy. “No, I am perfectly fine," you say, a little annoyed that he ruined your moment.

You see Donghyuck staring at nothing, but he had a big smile on his face and his cheeks were a little red. And at that, maybe you felt a little bit of hope.

It was silent for a bit, both of you trying to avoid each other's gazes. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe you shouldn't have said anything. But this was Donghyuck, after all your years together, he wouldn't let just these feelings break that friendship and everything you built together.

“I like you too, I guess.”

You laugh.

He covers his face with his hands. “Why are you laughing!”

And you continue to laugh, not at him, but more so because you were happy.

He hid his face on your shoulder and you felt his shoulders shaking as he joined your laugh. Both of you were idiots.

“Can we kiss?” He looks up at you from your shoulder, starry eyed.

Now you were starting to feel the flush grow hotter, but you still nodded nonetheless. He made you feel so heady, both of you slipping away to a special place only both of you know.

You feel goosebumps on your skin as you feel his hand graze yours, also feeling how he slightly trembles when you both lean into each other. It was dizzying, almost drunk. You just wanted to feel him close, never wanting to stray far away from his light.

It was taking too long, both of you were taking too long. You press into him, surging your lips forward and all seemed to be right.

It was soft; the grass below your hand, his cheek that you were cradling with your other, and his lips that fit perfectly with yours. At first, it was just a fleeting kiss, lovingly giving him a peck. But when you see the fond look in his eyes, you couldn't stop from giving him more.

He was sweet, you feel his hand land on your waist as he rubbed small circles with his thumb. Again there were no sparks, but with Donghyuck you didn’t have to act unfamiliar. Both of you moved in rhythm, simply just being in the moment as both of you enjoyed the sweet caresses of each other’s lips.

Time didn’t exist and both of you continued for as long as you liked. You don't know how, but you ended up on his lap, still kissing as if both of you couldn’t get enough.

You smiled when the kiss broke. His eyes were closed, leaning his forehead on yours, also bearing a smile on his face. "We should've done this sooner."

"Let's make up for lost time then," you say as he sighs into another kiss.

When you parted, he looked marvelous. His hair was messed up, clothes wrinkled, and his lips swollen as he looked up at you with soft eyes. You cursed in your mind, he was so pretty.

He leans his head into your chest as he hugs you. “We should get you home, you know,” he says, but he doesn’t let you go.

“Okay, let’s go then,” you say, knowing that he didn't mean it.

“One last.” And both of you stayed in each other's arms for the rest of the evening.

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Paradise on Earth (14)

Chapter: 14. Homecoming

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, Violence, Guns, Police brutality

Summary: Y/n and the pogues travel to charleston to get answers from Mrs. Limberey.

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The sound of the heavy door knocker echoed from inside Mrs. Limbreys's home. Pope slams the handle down thrice more giving you all a questioning look, "Was that too much?"

"It echoed the entire house that's for sure," JJ responds. "So they definitely heard it."

"Maybe nobody's home?" Kie says. Pope lifts the handle to the door knocker and slams it down twice more, on the second knock a man with light brown hair, dark circles around his eyes, and a scruffy beard opens the door. He surveys the group and smirks, pointing at the boy to your left.

"You must be Pope."

Pope hesitates, then asks "Are you Mr. Limbrey?"

"Ms. Limbrey" The man corrects, "was expecting you yesterday."

"I'm sorry, my car broke down on the way up here-" Pope stutters.

"Carburetor blew up in the middle of nowheresville." JJ tells the guy, "Sorry about that."

"She was really upset when you didn't show up."

"We tried to call, but there's no number on the invitation." You piped in, "We got here as fast as we could."

"She also expected you to come alone." The man reels the attention back on Pope.

"These are my friends, they helped find the royal merchant too. I-"

"The instructions were explicit, your friends can stay outside." He forces a smile, an attempt to seem nicer than what he was demanding.

JJ tries to negotiate by telling the man that the group was a package deal but Pope shuts him down. "It's okay, I got this. I'll be good."

"Yeah, we'll be right here" Kie smiles reassuringly.

Pope whispers with his back slightly turned to Mrs. Limbreys lackey "Keep the car running." He squeezes Kiara's hand and followed the man inside. He lets the door shut behind him and you wince at the sound. The idea of Pope being alone with the unkempt-looking man and the strange woman who was apparently highly upset that he didn't show up on time, left you feeling uneasy.

Nevertheless, you, Kiara, and JJ got comfortable inside Hayward's truck, keeping a close eye on the large yellow house.

"If Limbrey's legit then Ward gets arrested, and maybe Sarah gets the gold," Kie explains as you watch Pope get swept to the backyard of Mrs. Limbrey's house. He looks at the truck but it was hard to decipher if he was in trouble or not.

"Does that look voluntary?" You ask the others. The man who was now following close behind a blonde woman who you can only assume would be Mrs. Limbrey, pushed Pope to look forward.

"That would be a negative," JJ said.

"Come on," Kie was ready to go after them until JJ laid a hand on her shoulder to keep her from going. "What?"

"They're going into the alley," You notice. "So we should go around the back."

"Yeah, we'll meet them on the other side." JJ turns the key to the truck in the ignition and slowly goes around the block. You and Kie stare intently into the alleyways but there was no sign of Pope, Mrs. Limbrey, or the man.

"Where did they go?" You questioned.

"What if they went underground?" JJ started with his unlikely theories, "In C.H.U.D. when they took people down into the sewers, it would turn the humans into humanoids 'cause of the radiation. And then all of a sudden-"

"JJ, that doesn't even make any sense."

Kie gives the both of you a fixed look and returns to her search for Pope. Five-Ten minutes pass and no sign of him, you pull out your phone in hopes that there would be service. You open up google maps and set it to satellite mode, tracing where Limbreys house would be to any potential paths they could have taken.

"Y/N, I know you are not playing Pokemon Go without me right now," JJ glances at your phone.

You rolled your eyes, focusing your attention back on your phone, Limbreys property was bigger than you thought it was. "JJ, go back to Limbreys, I think I found something."

"Oh like what?" JJ snorted "A Charizard?"

Kiara laughs at that one, "That has to be the dorkiest shit you have ever said."

~~~

You heard the sound of grunts coming from behind a bush. JJ and Kie followed your lead as you guided them to where you were hoping Pope would be. At the turn of a corner, you heard something like a fight and you knew Pope was in trouble. The three of you ran into the action, Pope was wrestling the man who works for Limbrey, and the man was reaching for the taser but JJ ran up just in time to kick the taser to Kie who shouted: "Come on!"

The four of you rush back to the truck, Pope gasping for breath "That was crazy as shit, let's get out of here!"

JJ needed no encouragement, the tires made a loud screeching sound when he made a sharp turn around the narrow street where you found Pope's location. You look over your shoulder noticing a car speeding up behind you. "I think he's following us!"

"This is a one-way!" Pope shouts. "Turn left!" There were cars heading directly towards you, or you guys were headed directly towards the way of traffic. JJ follows the directions behind yelled at him and almost runs over two running pedestrians.

"That was an evasive driving technique y'all," The manic smile on JJ's face, was not at all concerning.

"Where are we going?" You ask.

"Hang on, I'm gonna lose him." Was all the warning he gave before he rotates the wheel left into a random alleyway? There was smoke similar to the smoke from earlier coming from the hood. "You said he fixed the carburetor, you said he fixed it!" JJ shouts accusatorily at Pope.

"No, no, no, no!" Kie panics. The four of you now had no way to run from the man chasing you, not to mention the way home. You'd have to ditch Heyward's truck in the alley and come back for it later. You all hustle your way out of the truck, grabbing your backpacks from the trunk, all the while JJ's making a point about never trusting mechanics.

The man now rounded the corner and you bust into a sprint, you look back for a second and catch a glint of something black in his hand. "Guys, I think he has a gun!"

"Shit, get down!" JJ says.

"I'm cramping!" Pope pants beside you.

Oxygen gets sharper in your chest every time you breathe, yet you don't feel like you can inhale properly, nor do you think you can actually catch a breath from all the running. You now regret never going to a gym and rethinking every unhealthy food decision you ever made. You're about to get shot and die because you decided to skip every time you had to do a mile in P.E. to vape in the abandoned school bathroom with JJ.

"This is such an uncool way to die," You wheeze out. JJ leads you all through an alley between two houses in hopes of losing the guy but he just gains onto your group. Suddenly, Kie and the others come to a halt. There in front of you alive, tanned, and busted-looking as usual was John B. Right behind him was the kook princess herself, Sarah Cameron.

You couldn't help the breathy laugh of relief that you let out when you saw him. It was like time had slowed down and all you needed was that one second to process your brother's presence before he rushed you all to get into the seating behind his bicycle.

"Pedal faster John B!" Sarah told him, looking back there were now two more men chasing after you.

"God, you guys are heavy," Pope complains as he and JJ are helping John B by pushing the chair with the extra weight of you, Kiara, and Sara.

Ms. Limbreys lackey had caught up to you all now grabbing Pope and dragging him down. Pope rolled away and ran back to the bike, the man gripped the back of the chair you were sitting on and Kie and Sarah shoved his hand away. He slipped and fell onto the street allowing you all to escape.

~~~

It felt like the end of a really fucked up story, the way you all floated off into the sunset in the stolen boat. You knew this was far from the end with all that was waiting for you, your brother, and your friends when you get back to the cut. For now, you bask in the sense of normalcy as you drift into the marshes. Stories of your separate journeys had you all laughing, crying, and howling in hysteria at how your lives even got to this point.

Eventually, hunger became too much to ignore. John B anchored the boat at a random nearby dock. There were a few scattered houses around, homes with enough land to farm. Jackpot.

You, Kiara, and Sarah ran off as soon as you could, fleeing far away from the boys in search of anything that could sustain you. The first few places you checked out were duds but you heard one of the girls call out and you ran.

Watermelons were not in your top three favorite fruits, after today that changed. Once you were able to crack open the Watermelon, the three of you settled on a rusty old bench with 3 feet-tall grass. After a good couple of minutes of you all satiating your hunger with handfuls of the fruit, Sarah dropped the bomb.

"Wait, so you really got married?" Kie asked.

"It wasn't exactly legal," Sarah explained with a smile. "But yeah."

Your smile widened with hers, never in a million years would you have thought that your brother married. John B wasn't the settling type, much less at this age and Sarah Cameron was not number in your list of people that you had in mind. Granted you didn't have anyone in mind for that matter.

"Am I crazy or is there something going on with you and Pope?" Your 'sister-in-law' questions.

Kie shrugs, "Maybe."

"That's not a no," You smirk at her while sharing a knowing look with the blonde seated next to you.

"It's not a no," Kie repeats her shrug and you all giggle in response. "Mm, Don't you have a little thing to share with us now too Y/N?"

"See that's definitely a no," You shake your head furiously at her before she has a chance to ask.

"What is happening right now?" Sarah barks out a laugh.

"JJ and Y/N possibly." Kie's statement almost made you choke on the watermelon you were currently chewing.

"No!" You protest, "You see this is where gossip spreads. Lies!"

Kie rolls her eyes playfully, "C'mon we all see it."

JJ definitely doesn't. This was the first time Kiara has ever mentioned anything regarding you and JJ, you shared your crush on the boy way back when but nothing to count for now. As far as she was concerned the rule of 'No pogue on pogue macking' was still on and JJ was still at the top of the list. The rule was set in for Kiara, to be honest, John B was your brother. Pope lowkey had a thing for Kie but his nerdy ass was never gonna do a thing about it. You would retract that last sentence now but it's mutual so it doesn't count.

The only one who was vocal about his feelings or supposed feelings was JJ and Kie never gave a straight answer other than "You know that rules".

"There's nothing to see, JJ's otherwise preoccupied with his feelings," You didn't know how much of that was true. While JJ did flirt with Kie, he flirted with more than half of the female population. There was no telling who or what he was serious about. One thing for sure is that he is not interested in you.

"He's different when he's around you."

"He's different around you too Kie, you just don't take him seriously enough to realize it."

Kie sighed, "That's because I'm not interested. I have my 'maybe' thing with Pope going on, I am spoken for. You, however, are not."

"How weird is it that we're that friend group now?" Sarah scrunched her nose.

"The one where every single member is paired up," Kie nodded mournfully. "Our saving grace is that we don't switch partners."

You snort, "That's cause there's six of us and two of us are related. Not to mention the combinations -if we exclude John B and me- are too weird to think about."

"You never answered the question though," Sarah redirected. You wish she hadn't.

"Short story is; I may or may not like JJ and as far as I know JJ does not like me in that way. It's been confirmed with and without the flirting involved."

"And how long ago was this confirmation?" The brown-haired girl's tone was too accusatory for your liking. "It's been years, feelings change."

"Yeah, but one thing won't- I'm John B's sister and let's say fuck the rule on macking, JJ is a lot of things but he's not gonna betray John B like that."

"You see if you look at it as a betrayal..." Sarah drags. You roll your eyes and stuff your mouth with watermelon to avoid further questioning.

~~~

After a swift family meeting you had all agreed to 'let shit hit the fan tomorrow' as John B said, JJ and Kie went into a bodega to grab a case of beers before you made your way back to the Chateau.

The pogues being back together felt like old times, straight vibing and floating along the marshes the warmth of the sun with the comfort of knowing the water is fresh to jump in. John B was alive and you didn't have the burden of surviving alone on your shoulders. Your thoughts drifted to the almost comatose state you were in while your brother was gone. The self-hatred and regret seared into your heart from all the memories of you and Rafe, together.

You refused to let your mistakes of the past ruin the one night of peace you had before reality hit tomorrow. The hot tub JJ impulsively bought sat in your yard, and you and the rest of your friends sat around it listening to Pope spit rhymes you knew could come out of him with a good couple of beers.

As the night turned darker, you in your hazed state noticed how Kie was staring intently at Pope as he and JJ wrestled. Pope strategically placed his leg behind JJs allowing him to straddle JJ, beating him. You wiggled your eyebrows at Kie who smirked as he won and gazed at him as he walked away from JJ laying on the ground with his fists up in celebration.

"I leave and this is what happens," John B shakes his head at Kie following after Pope, most likely for some privacy.

"Are you blaming me?" JJ points to himself looking jokingly offended.

"A 'lil bit," John B stands from his beach chair shaking his beer bottle. "Your boy's out." He leaves in search of more.

"You guys are the ones that died!" JJ exclaims in defense.

"Literally one job, JJ," Sarah comments.

You let them continue their debate as your eyes search for John B, he just grabbed a can of beer from the cooler that was placed below the tree bark that was cut out to be in the shape of a heart. His tombstone of sorts.

You walked up to him, the sounds of JJ and Sarah debating the rule were distant.

His voice croaked as he spoke, "Cute art project."

Tears welled in your eyes, and the memories of that day and every day since he was declared dead, haunted you.

"Killed the tree though," John B joked. Your laughter stifled the sob that was forming in your throat.

"I missed you John B," You stepped forward into your brother's arms that were ready to receive you. He held onto you tight as he whispered back, "I missed you too Princess."

~~~

The sound of a car door closing in the background interrupted the teasing you and JJ were calling out to Pope and Kiara who had borrowed John B's boat. JJ was about to make another joke, probably about how John B should clean it when they back or something like it.

"What was that?" John B asked, on high alert. His panicked tone made you anxious.

"Your chicken?" JJ responded.

"I heard a car door."

"I heard it too," You confirmed. The only sounds you heard after the silence that followed your confirmation were the crickets, the music playing in the background, and JJ clucking like a chicken. John B covered his mouth to get JJ to shut up.

Panic filled your nerves at the anticipation. JJ put out the fire while John B helped you and Sarah climb up the tree before following up himself, JJ in tow. Hopefully whoever it was that was out there wouldn't see you. You try to steady your breathing when you hear Rafe's voice.

"No, there ain't shit here man." Rafe's drug dealer, Barry, answers Rafe.

"They were obviously just here based off the smoke!"

"Great observation boy scout."

Rafe was standing a couple of feet away from where you and John B were having your moment. He points the gun at it and laughs maniacally, "Well shit."

"Your girl and your sister's a pogue for life huh, Rafe?" Barry adds fuel to Rafe's fire with his words. "Now who would have thought?"

Sarah's eyes meet yours for a second before you glance at JJ, you didn't realize you were breathing heavily, and he brings a finger to his lips.

"Shit!" Rafe lets out a yell full of rage, and you flinch as he shoots one, two, three times at the tree dedicated to your brother. Barry shoves Rafe, shouting at him to stop.

"You're gonna get us caught!" He tugs Rafe along. "Let's go!"

~~~

None of you got to sleep last night, you spent the rest of the night til daybreak clutching onto Sarah, both of you distraught about how attached you were to Rafe. Sarah as his sister and you, his ex-girlfriend. There was no escaping him. JJ silently watched over you as you held your head in his hands, Sarah had John B to lean on but you- you had no one.

Once you saw that Pope and Kie had returned from wherever they wandered off to JJ quickly informed them that you all had to go, rushing onto the boat with a cooler of drinks and what little snack you had, you all sailed off to a small part of the island that no one really came to.

Debates about what to do next stirred disagreements all around. Sarah brought up an idea that was a long shot.

"With me back, my dad is gonna have to choose between me and Rafe." She made her point, "He's gonna choose me."

"Ward keeps lying to you, Sarah." John B tells her. Poor Sarah looks so tired, you all were, but her family is fucked up, and her idea of Ward choosing between her and Rafe was iffy.

"I-I know it sounds crazy-"

"Yeah, it does!" Kie proclaims.

"But he's my dad and I know him. I know he loves me." She looks with pleading eyes at all of you, "I'm just asking for two hours."

You bit your lip shaking your head in defeat, there was no stopping her at this point. It was not going to go well and you could not shake this feeling since she left with the HMS Pogue, that something bad was about to happen. You didn't know if you could take any more bad news.

You, Kie, and JJ went to gather wood, sharing your thoughts on this whole situation. The three of you with piles of wood in hand, dropping it all when you saw the HMS Pogue come into view.

"Sarah!" You call out to her. The five of your run to meet her, and she informs you that the plan didn't work.

"Welp, that settles it guys, you need to load up the wagon and get the hell out of dodge." JJ comes up behind them after ensuring the boat wouldn't leave the shore.

Pope stands with hands on his hips telling them that they need to get supplies as soon as possible. There was something- boats with wailing sirens- coming in the distance. You clutch onto Kie's wrist, "Guys, I think it's too late."

"We have to find another way out," John B declares.

As soon as one of the officers speaks on the bullhorn, giving you orders to stay on the beach with your hands in the air, you all bolt. Running into the small lake and into the trees, "Sarah you good?" You call out behind you. John B and JJ helped her into the water, her gunshot wound making it harder to escape. You swam through deeper water and found a large tree to hide behind.

Sirens approached from everywhere, the coast guard was trekking the water with guns in their hands. You panted, out of breath and your heart ran at a million. You watched as JJ took out the gun, John B grabbing it out of his hand and shaking his head. He tossed the gun to the ground, JJ looked reluctant to let go but he did and spread the dirt on top of the gun to keep it hidden.

"Step out into the clearing, get down. Do not move!" Shoupe's orders were contradictory but John B followed them.

"The rest of you stay right where you are, keep your hands where we can see them!"

You and the others did what you were told until Deputy Thomas marched right up to John B and began to beat him to the ground. You were shouting with tears free falling down your cheeks, begging them to stop this. These adults were just standing by, allowing your brother to get beat by a man much older and much heftier than him for a crime he did not commit.

After a couple more punches John B was down.

~~~

Chapter 15

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