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[mrsstarkey1]

initial - rafe cameron

not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me

summary: blurb inspired by the song call it what you want by taylor swift. requested by @rafeslovergirl

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

“My baby’s fit like a daydream..” you sing not-so-quietly to yourself as you move around the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for yours and Rafes breakfast.

Rafes eyes stay glued on you as you sing and subtly dance around the kitchen. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him that you’ve been singing the same song for nearly an hour, but he's far too infatuated by you to ever consider asking you to stop.

He gets up from his stool by the island swiftly, moving around the table to stand behind you. Wrapping his arms around you loosely, he presses a kiss to your neck, just above the fabric of his t-shirt you were wearing. You lean back into him with a giggle, continuing to hum the same tune as you crack an egg over the skillet.

"What's that song you've been singing all day?" Rafe finally gives in and asks you, mumbling the question into your skin. 

You smile a little, tilting your head up to look at him. "Call it what you want by Taylor Swift, it's been stuck in my head for days. Are you asking because you like it?" you ask with a smirk, fully knowing Rafe's music taste is definitely not Taylor Swift.

Rafe gives you a look, "not particularly. I was just wondering what song I've been listening to you sing all morning," he said with a small smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.

You smile into the kiss, only breaking free when the eggs start to make a sizzling sound. "You should listen to the song though, it's really good," you add in a somewhat joking tone, as you move the eggs onto two plates.

Rafe simply hums in response. He tightens his arms around you for a moment before stepping back and moving to one of the cabinets to grab some salt and pepper, helping you with breakfast. 

As you eat together at the kitchen table and make plans for the day, Rafe makes a mental note to listen to ‘call it what you want’, later. 

—

The next day, you're tangled together with Rafe in his bed watching TV- well, kind of watching TV. 

“I have something to give you,” Rafe mumbles against your lips, pressing one last lazy kiss to your face before pulling himself off the bed.

You groan a little at the sudden loss of contact, leaning back against your pillow with a sigh. “What’s the occasion?” you ask, curiosity evident in your voice.

"No occasion," he says, smiling a little to himself as he pulls a small velvet box out of a bag in the corner of his room.

You sit up against the headboard, legs crossed and anxiously awaiting this mystery gift. You watch him intently as he smiles widely until he reaches the bed, sitting down so his body is facing toward you. He holds out the box for you to take, an excited glimmer in his eyes. 

You examine the black velvet box for a second, the Cartier label not going unnoticed by you. “This is so expensive, Rafe. Did I forget an anniversary or something?” you ask with a slight laugh, grabbing your phone to check the date. 

Rafe smiles and shakes his head, grabbing the phone from you. “No, no anniversary. Just wanted to do something nice for my girl. Open it,” he pleads impatiently, placing the box in your hands. 

“Okay, okay,” you say with a chuckle, undoing the ribbon around the box. When you open the lid, your eyes immediately shoot up to meet Rafes. “You didn’t…” 

“Do you like it?” he asks softly, wide smile playing on his lips as he sees the answer in your expression. 

You nod intently, too distracted by the shiny gold to form any words. You pull the necklace out of the box, holding it up in the light. You trace your thumb over the gold ‘R’ hanging on the chain with a beaming smile. 

Gaze moving back to his face, your suspicion is confirmed. He listened to the song.

“Because you own me?” you ask with a knowing smile. 

He grins and shakes his head, “nope, because I really know you.”

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[starkeysprincess]

Riding Rafe

a/n: literally wrote this up while I was high 💀 - “Rafe, I can’t” you whine, stopping your movement as you feel the burning sensation in your legs. Your whining only causes him to smirk, “My poor little slut can’t handle being on top?” He taunts.

You nod in response and you yelp when his hand harshly landed on your ass as he tightens his grip on you, preventing you from pulling off him.

“That’s too bad, baby. You can and you will. This is what you wanted and you’re gonna keep riding me till I say stop. Understood?”. His hands move back to gripping your hips harshly, “Ride my cock. You were begging for this, so show me you can handle it”.

He watches as you nod, his eyes darkening with lust. “That’s a good little slut” he praises, his hands on your hips, guiding your movements.

Rafe urges you to move faster, “That’s it, just like that” he groans, his hands sliding up your hips towards your tits, squeezing them roughly as his thumbs brush against your nipples. He leans forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses between the valley of your tits before capturing one of your nipples between his lips, sucking harshly while his fingers roll against your other nipple.

He pulls away, his eyes roaming over the dark bruises he left all over your neck before trailing down, watching his cock sliding in and out of you with ease as he guides your hips. “Doing so fuckin’ good for me, baby”.

He groans as he feels you clench around his cock at his praise. “Yeah, you like that? Like when I tell you how much of a good little slut you’re being for me?”.

“Yes” you moan out, moving your hips up and down at a faster pace. Rafe takes hold of your hips and thrusts upwards, slamming into you to meet your downward thrusts. His cock continuously hitting your g-spot, causing you to cry out, “Fuck, that’s it… keep riding me” he groans.

With each hard thrust, Rafe increases the pace of your movements. His hands squeeze your ass cheeks again, urging you faster and harder. The slapping of your wet pussy against his cock becomes louder and more intense “Fuck yeah...”.

Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Rafe can tell you were close from the way you were clenching around his cock. He continues thrusting up into you at a relentless pace, “Fuck” you whine, planting your hands on his chest to keep yourself steady.

Your legs start to tremble and you cry out as your orgasm hits you, moaning Rafe’s name. “That’s it, baby” he grunts, the head of his cock swells as he nears his release, “Gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good” he groans.

“Please” you plead as Rafe holds your hips down, thrusting up into you as he nears his release. He thrusts up into you one more time before emptying himself inside of you, letting out a raspy groan, “Oh fuck”.

“You did so good for me, baby” he praises, “You looked so good on top of me, but don’t even think for a second this means you’ll be on top more often”.

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[ghostwr8er]

His Little Pogue | Rafe Cameron

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: you have complex feelings for rafe cameron but when he shows up to the chateau, he shows you his feelings are just as complex.

warnings: unedited, smut (18+), enemies to lovers!, dry humping, semi-public, fingering, slight overstimulation, dumbification (if you squint), rafe is fucking filthy, degradation, oral (f), i think that’s all lol

author’s note: this is my first time writing smut and it’s also unedited bc i’m lazy.

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enjoy xx

Kooks & Pogues.

That’s all it’s ever been and probably what it will always be. You happen to fall into the Pogue category. You run around all day with the misfits of the Outer Banks, smoking pot, stealing, and the occasional treasure hunting. You have everything you could ever want: being free alongside your 5 bestest friends.

Who even needs Kooks?

At least that’s what you thought before you met him.

rafe cameron.

You would be wrong if you said that rafe was unattractive. Although you would never say that because his head doesn’t need to be any bigger than it already is. Another thing you are ashamed to admit is that you used to have a huge crush on him, in fact you still do. But god, you couldn’t fucking stand him.

He always felt the need to insert himself into business with you and your friends. I guess he wanted to keep an eye out for what Sarah was doing because he was always spying for Ward. He would terrorize your group and call you “Dirty Pogues” and maybe throw a couple punches here and there. But with you, he was a lot different.

He would allow his gaze to linger just a little too long and would never break eye contact. He would whisper insults into your ear when the two of you were alone, find any excuse to give you light, lingering touches that meant nothing. But you couldn’t deny that they made you body heat up.

Just like today.

You were sitting at the dock by the Chateau, blunt in one hand and a lighter in the other. jj and kie were sitting next to you, talking about your plans for the day. john b, sarah, and pope were sitting inside, oblivious to what was to come.

You lit the blunt and took a long drag and exhaled into the humid air. Just as you were about to pass the joint, you hear a car pull up. It’s way too nice to be a Pogue car, and you know exactly whose car it is.

“Here we fucking go. What a waste of good weed.” jj huffs as puts the blunt out on the dock and stands up, fixing his hat. He looks ready to fight and you have to mentally prepare yourself.

The car doors open and out comes topper, kelce, and…rafe.

They start walking toward you and you, kie , and jj meet them halfway.

“god, it never ceases to amaze me just how shitty you Pogues live.” topper spits as he kicks an empty beer can across the grass.

“Well you know, some of us don’t have Daddy to come and buy us all these nice things while we sit and do jack shit.” jj says as he walks towards topper. topper looks shocked, like he’s never been stood up to before. I look past topper to rafe.

Who, to my surprise, is already staring back at me. He gives me a smirk followed by a wink.

“someone ought to really teach you some manners.” topper says as he pushes jj’s chest. You quickly realize that this is going to escalate very quickly.

“I need to get the others. kie, hold jj back until I get the boys.” You say as you start around the Chateau.

“pope! john b! sarah! the kooks are here!” You yell. Just as you round a corner you are pushed against the side of the house. It knocks the wind briefly out of your chest. You look up to see Rafe’s blue eyes staring back at you.

“rafe, what the hell! let me go!” Thrashing against his grip, but proving no effect. He smirks at your attempts, finding it amusing that you think your small frame can do anything as he towers and cages you against the house. You turn your head to see the rest of your friends meeting the other Kooks in the front yard. That gives you some relief.

“oh, but that wouldn’t be fun now would it?” He smiles. He brings his hand to move a piece of your hair behind your ear, his gold ring glimmering in the sun. His eyes boring into you, sending an unclear message. Your cheeks involuntarily turning pink.

“as much as I’m enjoying our alone time, I need to go help my friends. always a pleasure, rafe.” You say rolling your eyes as you move out of his grip, it is extremely short-lived.

Next thing you know, your chest is pressed against the side of the Chateau with Rafe’s chest pressed against your back. His hands are resting dangerously low on your hips, it’s a very suggestive position to be in with someone you claim to hate. He leans over your frame until his lips are right beside your ear. The smell of him meets your senses. Sandalwood and expensive cologne travels through your nose. It puts you into a trance, like you just popped a psychedelic and you are the highest you’ve ever been. It makes your head spin.

He’s fucking intoxicating.

“I like this view much better.” He chuckles darkly in your ear. He pushes his hips closer to you, and that’s when you feel it.

He’s hard.

“r-rafe, get off me, perv!” You stutter, your breath hitching in your throat. He notices your breathing pattern and smiles to himself. He realizes that if you really wanted him to get off, you could’ve slipped out from under him. Yet here you are, still at his mercy. He hasn’t even really touched you and he has you flustered like a virgin. He experimentally rolls his hips forward. You whimper at the friction, nails digging into the wood of the house. You instantly slap your hand over your mouth.

“your body tells me otherwise, sweetheart. something is telling me that you like me.” He smirks against your ear as he places a kiss on your neck. Your body craves more friction so you grind your ass against his jeans, biting your lip and looking up at him. His breath stutters and he lets out a low groan, gripping your hips tighter. His jeans becoming painfully tight as time progresses.

“I’m not the only one enjoying this.” You smirk as you continue to grind your ass against his cock. He lets out a shaky moan, rolling his hips in response. You shouldn’t be enjoying this half as much as you are. Sure, you are enjoying teasing Rafe but God, does it feel good. His hands halt your movements.

“you’re supposed to be a dirty, little pogue; beneath me, insignificant.” he pants, slipping his hands to the front of your shorts, pulling them down your legs. “So answer me this, baby,” he slips fingers through your underwear and pulls them down to join your shorts around your ankles. You moan as your bare pussy is exposed to the open air and to Rafe’s hungry gaze.

“why do I want to fuck you until you are begging me to stop, hm?” He says, breath tickling your ear. He licks the shell of your ear and you shudder as he moves his long fingers further and further down to where you crave him most.

Every ounce of rationality has gone out the window, every shrivel of pride. You are so desperate for him that you think that if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you are going to explode. His fingers run up your slit, feeling just how sopping you are for him. Your hips jerk involuntarily towards his hand.

“Is this all for me, pretty girl? Look at her, she’s practically drooling.” He says he allows his finger to dip into your heat for just a second, causing you to let out a pathetic whine. He laughs at your misery but is secretly holding back every urge to bury his face between your thighs and go to town until you’re sobbing.

“you are so soaked for the boy you always say you can’t stand, for a kook.” You whimper at his words, reaching out for his hand to move it back to where you want, but he moves it out of your reach.

“please, rafe.” You beg, reaching for his face behind you and turning your head to be face to face with him. He smiles at you as he rubs tiny little circles over your swollen clit teasingly.

“please what, pretty girl? tell me in that pretty voice of yours.” He kisses your neck affectionately. You push your pussy against his hand and whimper.

“please touch me, rafe! want your f-fingers, please!” you plead pathetically, gripping his bicep, nails digging crescents into his arm. Your eyes begging him to please you, how could he say no? Just then you feel his hand leave your clit and his pointer finger prods at your entrance.

“You’re fucking addicting.” He says as he finally shoves his finger inside of your soaking pussy. His cold ring causing a whole new level of pleasure. You practically scream in pleasure.

“fuck, rafe!” you yelp, he increases his speed until you can hear the lewd, squelching noises at the action. You claw at his arm and he grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers against the wall.

“so fucking tight, sweetheart. wanted to shove my fingers in your little pussy for years.” He says as he turns your head so that you are looking directly at each other.

“wanted this for s-so long, baby. feels so good, rafe!” You say against his lips as you whimper when his finger curls upwards toward your g-spot. He closes the gap and kisses you with so much passion, it makes your head spin. Just then, he shoves another finger inside and you moan against his lips. You feel the coil in your stomach begin to form and you begin to tighten around Rafe’s fingers.

“what would friends think if they saw you right now, hm? So dumb all because of a kook’s fingers. rafe cameron’s , nonetheless.” He smiles darkly.

“s-shut up, I’m so fucking close, rafe.” You whimper parting from his hot kiss. His two fingers moving impossibly fast, your arousal dripping out of you and onto his hand, running down his arm. Rafe moaned at the sight. He could’ve came right then.

“be honest and tell me who makes you feel this good and beg me to cum, baby.” He brings his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, “If you do that, I’ll let you cum.” he smiles devilishly. You whimper as you hammer your hips to meet his brutal pace.

“ you make me feel this good, rafe! only y-you! please let me cum, can’t hold it!” You were sobbing at this point, the pleasure his fingers are giving you is too much. You feel slightly embarrassed by your confession, but that’s a later problem.

He takes his fingers out of you and spins you around so you’re facing him. You stare at him in hazy confusion until he pushes your legs apart and sinks to his knees. He shoves his fingers back in you and when he starts to suck on your clit, you start to see stars.

“aw, so fucking honest, cum for me baby.” He says as he increases his suction on your clit. Your vision turns white as you reach your high. Rafe doesn’t stop as he laps up your release like a starving man. His tongue fucking your pussy in an animalistic manor. His eyes meet yours, his pupils so blown out you can barely see the blue that you oh so adore.

“s’too much, rafe!” You whine helplessly at the overstimulation. As Rafe takes his mouth off your pussy, putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking on them. You moan at the sight, taking a mental picture. He stands and you look down at his bulge and he looks painfully hard.

“had to taste you, baby, taste so fucking sweet.” He admits adoringly as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips and you can taste yourself on his tongue. You allow yourself to get decent and redress yourself.

“rafe! let’s fucking go!” You are yanked back into reality as you hear Topper’s voice from in front of the house. Rafe takes his jacket off and ties it around his waist, barely concealing his arousal. He turns around to you one last time.

“come over to see me tonight, finish what we started, yeah?” He says with a smirk as he runs back around the house. You lean against the house as your chest heaves like you’ve just ran a marathon. You just got finger-fucked by rafe cameron , and you fucking loved it. Your thoughts are short lived as your friends run toward you.

“oh my god, y/n! Are you hurt? We didn’t know where you went!”john b says as he checks you for any injuries. Your friends surprisingly didn’t appear to be injured. So you assume the wounds found themselves with the kooks.

As your friends ran their mouths about the kooks, your thoughts lied with what the hell you and rafe cameron are going to get into later tonight.

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[pixelated-pogues]

Shaved Confessions (j.m)

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: An innocent moment of watching JJ shave turns into a little more.

Warnings: Fluff, slight suggestive content

Word Count: 1.6k

Gif creds: @cherryusa

“JJ,” I call, entering the Chateau without knocking first. John B always gave me shit for drumming my knuckles against the front door before entering his house, so I’ve finally broken the habit.

“You’re at my house more than you’re at your own, Y/n, it’s really not necessary to knock. Just come on in and let your presence be known,” he’d chuckled one day after answering the door to find me shyly twiddling my thumbs.

“In here,” he responds from the bathroom, leading me towards his voice. I find him hunched over the sink with his toothbrush hanging half out of his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed as he runs his fingers over the stubble on his chin. His hair is damp and disheveled, the towel wrapped haphazardly around his neck indicating that he’d just gotten out of the shower. “You like what you see?” My eyes lock onto his boyish grin for a split second before rolling back into my head.

“Just surprised by the fact that you actually shower. I always assumed you thought a dip in the ocean did the trick,” I quip back, shrieking when his towel whips against my bare thigh in retaliation.

“Oh shut up,” he smiles, throwing the towel back over his shoulders before spitting the toothpaste into the sink so he can rinse his mouth out. “That accusation holds no weight when you’re always telling me that I smell good.”

“Touché,” I hum, pushing past him to sit on the toilet. He gives me the side eye, ensuring that I catch the wink he sends my way before rummaging through the drawers to find his shaving cream. “Damn, you got a hot date tonight that I’m crashing by being here?”

“Bold of you to assume that you’re crashing my date instead of being it,” his eyebrows raise for a brief moment before he returns his focus to smearing shaving cream across his jawline. A sarcastic laugh falls from my lips, but the awkward cough that follows kills it’s credibility. JJ’s lips twitch knowingly, but he doesn’t say anything, instead he drags his razor across the left side of his jaw, ridding it of the stubble.

“That seems like a satisfying process,” I hum after roughly thirty seconds of comfortable silence.

“It is,” he agrees, turning the faucet on to clean cream off the razor. He moves to continue shaving before his movements pause. JJ straightens up, angling himself towards me, “You want to try it?” The question takes me off guard, my cheeks burning under his curious gaze. I opt for nodding rather than trusting my voice, standing from my position on the toilet to meet him at the sink.

“Sure,” I shrug, taking the razor from his hand. “The angle’s going to be a little awkward though.” JJ nods in agreement before hooking his hands around my waist to hoist me onto the counter in front of him. “You’ve gotta give a girl a heads up before man handling her, J,” I giggle, steadying myself with his shoulders.

“Noted, ma’am,” he comments, his own laugh mixing with mine before he situates himself between my legs. “Better, though?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, gesturing for him to look to one side so that I can focus on the task at hand. I gently hook one hand behind his neck to keep my grip steady, unintentionally sucking in a breath before carefully continuing the job. We stand in silence for awhile, JJ’s fingers mindlessly drawing shapes on my legs attempt to steal my focus but I reel my thoughts in rather than allowing them to make something out of such a small gesture.

“You look really cute when you’re focused like this,” JJ points out, just before I’m finished with the last section of his face. My eyebrows crinkle together at his words, a slight scoff escaping my throat while I rinse the razor one last time.

“I do not,” I huff, steadying my free hand against his neck again, my thumb resting right again his jaw. His adam’s apple slowly bobs at the touch, his tongue swiping across his lips before they curve into another smile.

“Yes you do,” he whispers, just as I finish up. I roll my eyes at him, moving to remove my hand from his neck but he halts my movements with his own, catch my hand with his to keep it in place against his skin. “In fact, you always look really cute. God, how’d I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

“JJ, what the hell are you saying,” I murmur, unable to fight the blush erupting across my cheeks. He’s always unapologetically flirted with me but it’s always been in a joking manner. The tone in his voice makes me believe that this time is different. “You sound love sick.” My voice wavers at my own words, disbelief evident as they rolled off my tongue. His eyes search mine for a moment, clearly an act of contemplating if he wanted to say what he was thinking while I remain frozen in place.

“Maybe I am,” he admits so easily, no hint of laughter evident in his words. I never thought he could be so focused on me before, his eyes seemingly swimming over every aspect of my face as an attempt to gauge the effect his words have on me.

“Don’t play with me,” I sigh, discarding the dirty razor into the sink. My voice low and unsteady. I’ve always wondered and desired for his attention to be on me in this way, to solely have his undivided attention as more than just his best friend, but now that this reality is unraveling in front of me, I can’t help but feel as though he’s joking around and tooling with my emotions. “I don’t think this is funny.”

“I don’t either,” he murmurs, casually catching my loose strands of hair with his fingers so that he can hook them behind my ear. His hand reminds in that position, his palm gently resting against my cheek as his eyes focus solely on mine. “Who said anything about playing? I’m being dead serious.” Another sigh rolls off my tongue, but I can’t keep myself from leaning into his palm, my eyes closing at the effortlessly comfort that his touch brings. “God, you’re so beautiful, Y/n.”

Now my eyes are snapping open with his admission, my head lifting to lock with his gaze long enough to assure myself that he’s being genuine. “JJ,” I begin, but immediately close my mouth when he shushes me, clearly not finished.

“God,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb across my jaw. “I’ve been in love with you for so damn long that it physically hurt me to keep it to myself anymore. I know we’re best friends, but I’ve always felt like we’ve been more than that beneath the surface. I just didn’t want to say anything in case I was wrong, but I couldn’t go another second without telling you the truth.” He pauses for a second, sucking in a sharp breath as he’s met with silence. “Please say something,” he breathes, both hands finding a home on either side of my face. My eyes flutter closed while I intentionally take a moment to cherish the feeling bubbling in my chest right now. “Tell me I’m not the only one that feels this way.”

“Kiss me,” I whisper, internally jolting as the words slip off my tongue before I can catch them.

“What?” he chokes out, his grip on my face tightening in the slightest so that I’ll look at him. My eyes flutter open to meet his gaze once again.

I lean forward in the slightest, just enough to where our noses nearly graze one another. “Kiss me,” I command gently, my heart skipping a beat when I catch his endearing expression just before he leans in, breaking the space between us to cement the truth that both of our heart have been living in denial about for ages. That we’re two best friends who were always destined to fall in love.

I gasp the moment our lips collide, my hands instinctively pulling him flush against my body while he takes the opportunity to fight for dominance, winning almost instantly. My fingers tangle themselves in his hair as he trails his lips down to my neck, the unexpected contact earning a breathy moan from me. He reattaches his lips to mine immediately following the noise, quickly hooking his arms under my thighs to hoist me into his embrace again, not breaking contact as he effortlessly carrie’s me to his bedroom and closes the door, pinning my body against it as his fingers swiftly twist the lock. He presses me into the faux wood of the door, slightly grinding his hips into mine with a husky groan.

“JJ,” I murmur breathlessly as he makes his way back down to my neck, his kisses growing more desperate with every passing second. “Hey,” I stop him, hooking a finger under his chin to force his attention onto me. “I’m all yours if you mean everything you said. I’ll let you prove it to me unless you’re gonna go changing your mind tomorrow.”

“Wouldn’t take any of this back if my life depended on it,” he mumbles, before turning around and dropping me onto the soft covers of his bed. “Count this as proof, you’re tied to me forever.”

I blink up at him, blindly shuffling backward toward the headboard with a daring smile dancing on my lips. “Oh, I’m tied to you forever?” I pause, deepening the intense stare I’ve locked onto him while nibbling at my lip. Sparing him a slow, unquestionably seductive, once over before meeting his eyes again, I muster a taunting smile. “Why don’t you prove it?”

The expression on his face twists into something more feral, an exasperated groan bubbling from his chest as he launches himself on top of me, earning a surprised squeal in response.

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A/n: I’m currently dusting off some of my drafts in celebration of season fours oncoming release, when reading this one, I simply had to finish and share it with anyone willing to give it a read.

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[ruewrote]

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PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: just fluff SONG INSPIRATION: i love you baby by frank sinatra WORD COUNT: 341 NOTE: super short but i couldn't stop thinking about this

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you laid on john b's couch, flipping through the pages of the book you were currently reading. mostly engrossed in it, but not enough so you were able to hear jj say his goodnights to kie and pope.

hearing him chuckle as he walked through the front door, you still tried to concentrate on the words that were close to your face, but found it more difficult as you felt his gaze land on you, only looking up when he hovered beside you with a goofy smile on his lips.

no words were exchanged between you, but you knew what he wanted, so you folded the corner of the page that you were on, leaving you where you had finished. placing the book closed beside the two of you on the coffee table.

that's when he climbed on top of you and into your arms, entangling his legs with yours, his head resting against your chest.

"i missed you so much," he mumbled into the fabric of your shirt.

even though you had been together the entire day you knew exactly how he felt. you could also tell after getting back that you were both well beyond tired.

that's when you started running your fingers through his hair, feeling him melt into your touch. a smile appeared on your face, feeling accomplished at being able to make someone special to you so comfortable.

you started humming the melody of frank sinatra's i love you baby continuing to stroke the blonde hairs out of his face, it took little to no time for him to fall asleep to your voice and the buzz of the cicadas outside of the window.

you always felt a little bit uneasy going to sleep at night, the overthinking thoughts echoing loud in your mind, oh but that all stopped when you met jj.

he would protect you with his life, his arms wrapped tighter around you, moving slightly in his sleep as he snuggled into you. he made sure you knew that too.

© ruewrote.

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[goldvenuslvrs]

kindred souls ; jj maybank

summary: it’s not until you show up bruised and battered at the chateau that jj realises how similar your lives are

pairing: jj maybank x gn!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: angsty, abuse (luke and reader’s parents), domestic violence (towards reader), mention of substance abuse, slight fluffy ending, mentioned death of a sibling, jj is a bit of dick but he makes up for it

note: this is in no way trying to romanticise abuse, if it comes off that way, i’m really sorry. not my best but i wanted to get something out before i went back to university <3

if you are experiencing domestic abuse, as hard as it may be, tell somebody - whether that be a friend, a teacher, or a classmate - you are not alone <3

You had known Sarah Cameron your whole life, you had grown up and experienced everything together - your first day of school, your first party, your first drink - and so she knew everything about you, even your extremely unstable relationship with your parents. 

Your parents had been the best you could have asked for, for a time, but after your elder brother was killed in a car crash, it completely changed them and the way they saw you, permanently. In their minds, or at least in your dad’s mind, you were to blame - your mom wasn’t much better, granted she didn’t participate in the abuse but she just stood back and watched it happen, apologising to you afterwards when she walked in on your applying cream and bandages in the bathroom late at night. 

It was after one of your dad’s ‘attacks’ that you ended up at Sarah’s house, the rain pouring down on you as you knocked at her bedroom window. 

“Y/N?” She whisper-yelled, getting up from her bed and running over to let you in. She grabbed one of her blankets and quickly wrapped it around you, rubbing your arms through the fabric. “What happened? Did he…?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to give her a direct answer, choosing to silently nod and focus on fighting back the tears threatening to spill over. 

“Get changed,” She said, pointing towards the section of her closet that she had designated yours, full of some of your clothes. “I’ll get some hot cocoa.”

You smiled to yourself when you thought back to that moment. It was then that you realised how much you valued Sarah Cameron because she had done the one thing no one had ever done for you before - cared. You were used to the sympathetic looks when people realised where your bruises were from or the looks of disappointment directed towards your parents when they noticed but not once had anyone taken action. 

“Hey,” You were pulled out of your reminiscing when Kiara dropped a large plate of fries in front of you. “Eat.”

“Yes, Mom,” You replied, smirking. Meeting Kiara was, by far, one of the best days of your life. You had been a bit worried when Sarah told you she was friends with her again because Kiara had been pretty vocal about not liking ‘Kooks’ but Sarah had vouched for her and encouraged you to meet her. Now, you couldn’t imagine your life without her. 

Pope and John B were similar stories. Sarah had mentioned them in passing but it wasn’t until her birthday that you finally met them. You hadn’t been a huge fan of Topper, or any of Sarah’s boyfriends before him, so you were ready to put John B Routledge to the test - you didn’t need to, you only had to spend five minutes with him to realise that he was as smitten with Sarah as she was with him.

In typical Pope-fashion, he spent most of the night wrangling his friends when they got too drunk. You decided that you liked him when started talking about his favourite books to fill the awkward silence.

It didn’t take long before you began to see them as family.

JJ Maybank, on the other hand, you could take him or leave him. You weren’t his biggest fan and the feeling was definitely mutual. 

Regardless of what most of the island had to say about him, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, especially when Sarah and Kiara, albeit reluctantly, were singing his praises. But JJ didn’t seem to care, the second you showed up he figured you were just another privileged, arrogant kook and wanted nothing to do with you - something he was more than happy to vocalise, on more than one occasion.

“Why are they even here?”

“Isn’t it too late for you to be out?”

“They’re just here because they couldn’t do better.”

You were content eating your fries, smiling as John B started teasing Pope about a new girl he met at the last kegger when the devil himself walked through the doors of the Wreck (which might be a bit of an overreaction, you could concede).

You rolled your eyes as he walked him. JJ always seemed to make a song and dance about his arrival anywhere - no one could be left unaware of his presence. You glanced up and scolded yourself for double taking when you saw the sweat dripping down his neck and the way his arms bulged against his shirt. 

You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. If you repeated it enough times, maybe you’d start to believe it. Because you didn’t hate JJ, you actually kind of liked him but you weren’t going to be the kind of person to beg for scraps of affection from someone that seemingly wanted nothing to do with you. 

“So,” Sarah clapped to draw all your attention to her. “My dad and Rose are going to be over on the mainland with Wheezie for the night and Rafe’s visiting G/N at college so..”

“Party?” Kiara suggested giddily.

Sounds of agreement chorused around the table.

“Y/N?” Sarah asked.

All eyes were on you but before you could answer, JJ spoke up. “I’m sure our majesty has better things to do than dance with us peasants all night.”

His words were any harsher than other times but after the week you had had, it was the final straw and you knew that you were going to explode if you didn’t get away from him as soon as possible - your main reactions to situations like this were either to scream and yell or to cry, and neither seemed like something you wanted him to witness. 

You tried to muster as much nonchalance as you could. “And with that, I’m heading out.”

“Y/N,” Kiara tried to convince you to stay but you were decided.

“No, Kie, I’m sure JJ could do with a break from ‘royalty’” You responded, harshly. 

As you walked out, holding your head up and hoping that you could at least make it to your car before you broke down. You were distracted so you didn’t miss the glares that the pogues sent the blonde nor did you notice the wince and genuine regret on his face.

As soon you opened the door to your house, you wished you had stayed with the pogues. The smell of beer wafted through the house and the sound of your dad yelling made you flinch. You were about to turn around and make your escape when he came stumbling into the hallway. 

“You,” He slurred menacingly. 

You backed up against the door and looked over his shoulder to see your mom holding her arm and wincing, she quickly averted her gaze when she met your eyes and you felt your heart sink. You should’ve known better, she had stopped protecting you a long time ago -  she used to push your dad back and defend you but now she was more than willing to let you take the brunt of his anger. 

“Dad,” You stammered, glancing around for anything you could use as a weapon, coming up empty.

“Where’s the fucking money, you little bitch,” He slurred. “We let you live here, rent fucking free, you fucking owe me.”

“I, um, I have some on my bedside table, I can go-”

“We’ve used that already,” He scoffed. 

“What?”

“What?” He mocked you. “We needed more shit, fucking Barry upped the prices again, little shit.”

“That’s all I had.”

“You dumb-” He cut himself off, shaking his head and you felt your fear multiply - it was never good when he was quiet.

You barely had time to react before he was picking you up and throwing you against the wall, his hands were locked around your neck, pressing down on the already bruised skin. It didn’t last long before he seemingly grew bored and released his grip, watching as you fell to the floor, gripping at your neck and taking deep breaths. 

Without a second glance, he stumbled back to the living room, narrowly avoiding bumping into your mom in the process. 

You ignored the look of pity she sent you and snatched your phone, wallet, and car keys before making a run for it just in case your dad decided he wanted to go for round two.

By the time you got to John B’s, you were shaking. You could barely stand on your legs when you got out of the car, you hoped that no one was there yet - with luck, they would still be at the Wreck and you would have to chance to root around in John B’s first aid kit that Pope had insisted he keep in the bathroom before they got back.

Apparently, the universe was against you yet again because as soon as you pushed the door open, you saw JJ on the couch. Lucky me, you thought to yourself. If you were quiet enough, maybe he wouldn’t-

“Your highness,” He drawled, a smirk already present on his lips. “How lucky am I that you’ve decided to grace me with your-”

“What, JJ?” You snapped, lifting your head to meet his gaze. It was only then that you realised why he stopped talking so abruptly. His eyes were fixed, not on yours but on your neck. Your hand drifted up to lightly graze over the skin.

“Y/N,” He said, his voice tight. “What happened?”

“JJ,” You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s noth-”

“If you say ‘it’s nothing’ I swear to god, I will lock you in the spare room until you tell me the truth,” He hissed, his fists clenched at his side. 

You took a deep breath, shakily exhaling, before meeting his gaze. “My, um, my dad, he…” You trailed off, not sure how to articulate what happened, what always happens. 

But you didn’t need to - as soon as JJ saw the bruises and heard the way your voice broke, he knew. 

“I’m gonna kill him,” He gritted his teeth, his blood boiling. 

“It’s not your problem, Maybank,” You had an edge to your voice. “It’s not like we’re even friends.”

“Who gives a fuck,” He yelled, waving his hands about frantically, wincing at the way you flinched at his sudden movements. “I don’t care if you were Rafe fucking Cameron, no one deserves that shit, no one.”

There was something else, the way he said it. 

“Who?” You asked.

“What?”

“Who does it to you?”  Your voice shook. You were stepping over a line and you both knew it. 

JJ paused, his stare sent a chill down your spine and goose bumps erupted along your skin. He took a deep breath before he replied, “Dad.”

“How long?” You asked quietly. It made sense now. You knew JJ was the type to pick fights whenever and wherever but he had shown up with too many bruises, had been too quiet and reserved for it to have been from a regular fight - he usually had no problem bragging about them. 

JJ opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “Never mind,” You mumbled.

He looked up at you and you shared a small smile. You had a feeling this was the start of something new with JJ, you had both finally found something who could relate to and truly understand your experiences - it felt freeing.

John B, Kiara and Pope dumped their bags on the couch and threw themselves down. “Reckon JJ’s still here?” Pope asked.

“Probably,” John B shrugged, pulling a beer can out of the fridge, ignoring Kiara’s look of disappointment.

She stood up, walking around the coffee table towards the spare room. “I’ll check.”

She returned no more than a minute later with a genuine smile on her face. “He’s here,” She grinned, making the boys look at her weirdly. Similar smiles grow on their faces when they come across the sight - you and JJ were curled up in each other’s embrace, one of your legs hooked over JJ’s and your head tucked under his chin. 

“Cute,” John B chuckled, closing the door as slowly and quietly as possible. “It’s about time.”

“Yeah,” Pope said, looking distracted. “Do you think we should ask about the-” He motioned to his neck, having noticed the blue and purple marks encompassing your throat. 

“No,” Kiara interrupted, a weak smile on her face. “They’ll tell us when they’re ready.”

note: i’m terrible at endings but i hope you enjoyed <3

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[poge-life]

we need a story where actually reader is part of the cast but her and drew have slip away before s3 so fans take videos/pics of reader being sometimes alone/sad/in her bubble, during the event or sometimes doing side eyes to drew talking to other females and it goes viral at the point where reader adresses the situation but deep down she knows that what had been caught reflect the truth of her feelings for drew

After the rumors of Drew dating Odessa is when your friendship changed. You guys had been close since you met and you thought he felt the same way that you did. But after he did nothing to deny that he and Odessa were dating, you had to put some distance between you two. What used to be weekly lunch dates, turned into you going out by yourself. You two used to have movie nights every couple of weeks to catch up on whatever show you had been binge watching but after he kept canceling, you started a new show by yourself.

The fans slowly started to put pieces together that something was up between you and Drew after the ‘Poguelandia’ event. You were usually by Drew’s side at every event for the show and whenever you guys were together. But they had noticed that you seemed to be avoiding him because Odessa was right by his side.

Pictures started to spread of you giving her the side eye and you turning away from her and Drew at the event. They also had pictures of you by yourself at the restaurant where you used to go with Drew and realized you stopped posting about your movie nights with him.

Once people brought up the fact that you might like Drew, you knew you had to say something.

OBXfan03: did anyone notice that Drew and (y/n) don’t hang out anymore?

Fan23: Dude! I thought it was just me. I saw her looking really depressed at a lunch a few weeks ago and wanted to say something it felt bad :(

(Y/c/n)lover: Y’all ever think she has feelings for Drew and that she’s upset he might be dating Odessa? Pictures showed up of her glaring at them at Poguelandia!

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‘While I appreciate everyone’s concern about me lately, there’s nothing wrong! I’ve just been focusing on a new project and barely have anytime to hang out with people! Also, addressing the rumors about me hating Odessa, they aren’t true! She’s an amazing girl and so lovely to be around. Sometimes people just drift apart after being so busy and that’s what happened with Drew and I. He’s still one of my best friends and I have nothing but love for him.’

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[mildkleptomaniac]

type one — jj maybank x cameron!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “ Hey! Do you think you could do an imagine where the reader is Sarah’s twin and all the pogues are at a party or on the boat and her blood sugar drops really low (she has type one diabetes) and her pump keeps beeping. She is mid passing out, not feeling good and rafe has her Insulin so little bit of big brother rafe worried about his little sister and JJ and her not being together yet but he was super worried about her (like all of the pogues tbh). Thanks xxxx I really love your writing 🥺 every time you post something it makes my day ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fainting, almost passing out,

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: my boyfriend is type 1 and i really tried my best remembering everything he has to go through. hope this is accurate enough and y’all enjoy!! we love a sweet brother rafe and caring jj. 

Summer, the season of warmth and light, a time of vitality and Boneyard parties. Air filled with salty atmosphere and the smoke of the bonfire. Teenagers trickled onto the beach, dragging kegs in the sand, chairs, and stereos. Partiers shed layers of clothing to embrace the heat and the warmth of the bodies next to them. 

Y/N savored the Boneyard parties, enjoying her time with friends and her siblings, the drinks, and the people-watching. She fell into a rhythm of dancing with one of her twin’s boyfriend’s friends, JJ. Sarah mentioned JJ occasionally, but Y/N was surprised at how well they clicked. The first time JJ and Y/N met, he gave her a cold shoulder–until she assisted him in winning a Beer Pong game. 

After several drinks and dancing the night away, Y/N began to feel light-headed. JJ kept his hands around her waist as she slowed down, the scenery around her became spinning. Racking through ideas of why she felt like this–she’d forgotten to take her blood sugar before leaving the house. 

The music and the conversations drowned out the sound of her insulin pump beeping loudly, signaling her blood sugar increased dangerously high. She couldn’t seem to focus on anything around her before her pump began vibrating in her pocket. If she wasn’t light-headed enough, the vibration made it worse. 

“I need to sit down,” Y/N muttered, pulling away from JJ’s grasp. His brows furrow, still holding onto her waist before sitting her down on some driftwood. Weaker and weaker, Y/N began fumbling with her pump. Dread coursed through her at the epiphany she ran out of insulin. Her mouth felt parched.

“JJ–Where’s Sarah?” Her voice was weak, as she glanced around the party to find her twin. Sarah and Y/N were never separated for long, before they knew it, Sarah spotted her sister and raced over.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She questioned before the realization of the situation hit her. 

“Her pump keeps beeping and–”

“Sarah, get Rafe–he has the glucagon in his car–” Y/N waved her hand, limply. 

Her twin didn’t need to hear anymore before Sarah and the rest of the Pogues hunt down Rafe Cameron. JJ held Y/N in his arms, stroking her hair as she lay there, hoping to calm her down. He kept small talk, making sure she didn’t actually pass out. On the edge of his seat, he kept looking for his friends or Rafe, hoping they’d come back soon with insulin for Y/N. 

Explicitly, JJ never stated his feelings for the Cameron twin, but the Pogues picked up on it by his constant desire to be within arms reach or asking if she’d be joining them today on whatever adventures they voyaged on. 

If she wasn’t feeling like passing out, she would be embarrassed. Being seen as weak and vulnerable in front of others was deemed to be her worst fear. JJ’s words blurred together as her hearing faded in and out, her vision becoming hazy.

“Come here, Y/N” Rafe spoke, now supporting his younger sister. Despite Y/N and Sarah being twins, Rafe and she had an unspoken bond. The sibling relationship held no jealousy, but empathy for each other’s struggles and relationships with their father. No competition or underlying hatred–something Rafe held against Sarah for being the favorite child. “I got you, let’s get this going for you.”

Rafe fumbled with the device, despite training for this emergency multiple times. JJ watched him kneel down beside his sister, and the hatred between the two disappeared. Rafe never approved of his sisters hanging out with the Pogues, but when it came to Y/N and her diabetes, nothing mattered anymore.

As the insulin started to take effect, Y/N started to feel better. Rafe and JJ sat with her, keeping her company until she became fully conscious again. Rafe held her hand, stroking his thumb over it. Seeing his sister in such a distressed state only made things worse for Rafe–not wanting to get the backlash from their father. Y/N constantly reminded him that her diabetes would never be his fault if something bad happened to her–she made sure Ward knew too.��

 Pope, Kie, and the couple watched over Y/N s well, worried that they would have to call an ambulance. 

"Thanks, Rafe," Y/N said, feeling grateful. "I'm sorry I'm such a burden and killing the mood."

Rafe chuckled. "You're not a burden," he said. "You're my little sister. I'll always be here to take care of you." A side of Rafe Cameron not many people witness. If anything were to happen to his siblings, under his watch, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. 

The night ended shortly after, Pope offering to drive Y/N home s she could fill her pump with insulin. Accepting his offer, JJ rode in the backseat with the Cameron girl. Her head rested on his shoulder, Pope peeking through the rearview mirror to make sure nothing else went awry. The two helped her inside, not wanting to leave until she made herself comfortable, fixed her pump, and got some light food and water in her. 

“Thank you, Pope,” She wrapped his arms around him. She knew how much he disliked Rafe–just relieved neither JJ nor Pope let their feelings get in the way of her health. Letting go, she faced the blonde. 

Pope waited in the car, allowing the two to talk privately. 

“I was hoping we’d have more time together tonight to dance and talk.” She confessed. JJ laughed, nodding his head. He wished the night didn’t end the way it did as well. 

“Hm, maybe tomorrow we can make up for a lost time–only if you remember to take care of yourself.”

#jj maybank x reader #( jj maybank ) #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank x kook!reader #obx imagines #outer banks imagine #jj maybank x cameron!reader #rafe cameron younger sister #rafe cameron imagine #sarah cameron twin sister

[maybankprincess]

ೃ⁀➷ leaving cute notes - jj maybank ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: not proofread, that's about it, please do inform if there's more :)

a/n: hope you enjoy it!

you were heading to your locker with your friends Sarah and Kiara. you had to take books out for your next few lessons and had to put the ones in your hands in your locker.

you were talking about random things as you all went to open your lockers which were all around the same area.

once you were at your locker, you put in your combination and opened it as a small paper fell out of it.

you didn't think much of it as you thought it was one of your many flashcards stacked in your metal compartment and proceeded to put your books in and take out the ones you needed.

it was only when you reached down to retrieve the paper that you realised it was a note that was left in your locker.

the paper read: "I've always had a crush on you but I never had the courage to confess"

you frown as you didn't recognise the handwriting but also at the words.

"um.. girls?" you let out and turn to look at Sarah and Kiara

you wordlessly show them the note. they both read it, Kiara recognising the messy handwriting as belonging to her blond pogue friend but choose not to say anything for now.

"well, seems like our besties has a secret admirer" Sarah says and laughs happily "who do you think it is? any boys showed you extra attention recently?" she continues as you try to think of who it could be.

"no clue, everyone's been normal" you say and shrug "besides, could be rafe and his friends trying to prank me or something" you say and stuff the note in your jean pocket before grabbing your things.

"but it could also be genuine" Kiara says trying not to sound obvious.

you just shrugged and moved on with your day.

---

you didn't receive any new messages in the last few days so you just figured it was some dumb joke and moved on.

that was until you opened in your locker one morning and a familiar piece of paper fell out.

this time you immediately picked it up and read it.

"no, this is not a joke, I truly have had a crush on you since elementary school"

after this message, notes started to regularly end up in your locker.

soon enough, every morning, you were greeted by the falling piece of paper.

messages like: "hope you had a wonderful weekend" and "have a nice day, gorgeous" soon started to give you the boost you needed to start your day.

you desperately wanted to know who your secret admirer was. so, you, kiara and Sarah set up a plan that you would get to school extra early one day and hide around the corner of the lockers in the hopes of finding out who it was.

so that's how you found yourselves at school at 7AM huddled up while hiding around the corner of your locker.

the silence of the hallways making it become very boring very quickly as you tried not to doze of with how early it was.

you had closed your eyes for a few seconds trying to keep your mind busy to stay awake and alert as you heard footsteps heading towards you.

you three remained silent as you peaked around the corner to see who it could be.

you saw a hooded individual heading towards your locker and place a piece of paper in it.

while the individual was heading towards the exit, a breeze caused his hair to blow in the wind, exposing his dirty blond locks.

you guys sneak behind the person and pull his hoodie off.

the person looks back revealing that the mystery person was your friend, JJ Maybank. you guys shared a few classes together, you guys even worked on a presentation together. frankly, you had a pretty big crush on the blond man but you never thought he would've reciprocated the feeling.

he looks at you shocked that someone else was present so early and even more shocked when he sees that he's you.

"it's you?" you ask confused

jj stands there while rubbing the back of his neck.

"um..yeah.." he answers while looking down "I didn't mean for you to find out like that" he continues

"I mean I'm kinda glad I did" you say as he looks up at you

"gosh, please don't think of me as a creep now" he pleads

"of course I wouldn't jayj!" you say and smile "well I'm actually happy I found out"

he looks at you confused and asks "why is that?"

"because I can now do this" you say and lean up to connect your lips with his

at first, jj is shocked and doesn't kiss back but when he finally comes to his sense, he does.

a voice behind you says "about damn time you guys confessed your feeling to each other" which makes you pull away from jj and let out a laugh.

you turn and realise that Kiara said it.

"I'm so happy for you guys!" Sarah says and comes over to hug you tightly.

for the rest of the day, jj hadn't stopped engaging in pda with you in the hallways, during your mutual classes and even during lunch times.

the boy was truly too excited that his crush liked him back to resist holding back his affection in public.

#obx #rafe cameron #obx imagines #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #john b x reader #kiara carerra x reader #kiara carrera #pope heyward x reader #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank smut #jj mayback imagine #jj obx #outerbanks jj #outer banks #jj x reader #jj maybank one shots #obx3 #obx 3 #rafe outer banks #kiara outer banks #john b outerbanks

[apparentlytheproblem]

sitting on jj maybank's lap

𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

fandom- Outter Banks

pairing(s)- jj maybank

a/n: just before we get in, that collage of icons belongs to @forevermoreharrington from this post so check that out :) favourite blondie. warning, i have never written smthn like dis or this fandom so be nice please. and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open love you, thai :)

requested- yes

warnings- deep loneliness

JJ Maybank, a.k.a the simp. the literal definition of heart eyes when you walk about, my boy is pudding. ofcourse he wouldn't want anyone else to know that but maybank was a sucker at keeping secrets.

"i'm never nervous." he shamelessly lies, flipping his tiny braids fondly which you ended up doing in his hair with pretty bands and butterfly clps

it wasn't true, everyone knew that but the little bitch was good at hiding it. you and JJ were in John B's tightly packed bedroom as he sought of to go who knows where leaving you two alone past midnight fully alive and maybe slightly high.

you don't know what made you do it. was it coke? the alcohol? maybe the thrill or just the infuriating face of JJ?

you pulled yourself up from the floor placing the stolen cap on the nightstand as you slipped onto JJ's lap and put an arm on his neck. he breath had hitched and probably his heart stopped too.

"omgomgomgomgogmg" were the only thoughts running around his head as a warmth blossomed in him.

He maintained eye contact as rested his head to the wall to look up at you, adjusting his hps here and there

"is that so baby? do you like this position?" your hands were on his jaw tilting it up to meet you eyes and an arm of his coiled around your waist and the left distinctively on your ass as his angelic smile took over his face.

"yes ma'am"

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank headcanons #obx imagine #obx imagines #outer banks text posts #outer banks #outer banks imagine

[mrsstarkey1]

found you - rafe cameron

this gif makes me FERAL

SUMMARY: you help rafe one night. he was in a bad position, you helped him out of it. you thought that was the end of the story. does rafe think the same thing?

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: none

A/N: check out my most recent rafe fic

You sat on the couch on John B’s porch, legs rested on Pope’s lap. JJ and Kie sat together sharing a cigarette, and John B was sitting on the high edge of the porch.

“So, where were you last night y/n? you said you were gonna stay here,” JJ asked you as he got up to get himself a beer.

You put the book that you were reading on your lap, shrugging your shoulders, “just out. You guys know I have other friends right?”

They all gave you a ‘really?’ look, and you avoided all of their eyes. You were obviously lying, but no one pressed it any further.

You started to read your book again as the rest of them engaged in separate conversations. Your eyes moved across an entire page just for you to reach the bottom and not remember a thing you just read. Your mind was clearly elsewhere. It kept going back to the events of last night.

you were sitting on the beach, enjoying the dark sky and the fresh air. the time was nearing midnight, so there was no one on the beach but you and your thoughts.

you sat for about 20 minutes, sipping a beer very slowly. and you were just about to stand up and walk back to your car when you heard footsteps on the steps leading to the beach, and then a small thud followed by a groan.

you ran toward the source of the sound, finding a man laying in the sand, curled up, looking very much in pain. you dropped to your knees next to him, turning him around so you could see his face. “rafe?” you said softly, not even to him, but to yourself.

you hadn’t spoken to rafe cameron in a very long time. not since your freshman year of highschool. even then, you weren’t friends, just acquaintances.

he had a small cut on his forehead, and he reeked of alcohol. “rafe? can you hear me?” he was breathing, but his eyes were shut.

rafe let out a soft moan, giving you his answer. you helped him stand up after a couple minutes of staring at him. “ouch,” rafe held his side, and scrunched his nose up in pain.

“come on, let’s get you to my car. i can take you home, okay?”

rafes eyes widened and he shook his head violently, trying to break free of the hold you had on his hand, “no- no, i don’t want to go home. please, i cant go home. y/n please i-”

“hey, hey it’s okay. you don’t have to go home. i’ll take you back to my place,” you said softly. you were confused by the outburst, but you weren’t going to press him for information, especially in the state he was in.

he let out a breath and his hand relaxed in yours. you led him to your car, and opened the front door for him. he sat down and leaned his head back against the seat, and put his hands over his face. when he stretched back, he winced, hissing from pain.

you leaned into the car, putting your hand on the hem of his shirt, “can i?” he nodded.

you pulled the shirt up to reveal a giant cut right on his stomach, “oh my god.”

“i must have landed on a rock when i fell,” he said, obviously in pain. the numbing of the amount of alcohol hes had was wearing off, and he was feeling all the pain.

“i can stitch it at my house,” you said, closing the door and getting in the drivers seat. you had a first aid kit for all the times you had to stitch up jj.

you drove to your house in silence, though you had so many questions for him.

once you got to your house, you opened rafes door for him and wrapped your arms around his waist, helping him walk, careful to not make contact with his cut. he seemed like he’d gotten 10 times more tired in the short time you’d been in the car.

you led him to your bedroom, and had him sit down on the bed. he was sitting up, but his eyes were closed tightly. “i’m going to take your shirt off, okay?”

he simply nodded and you pulled the shirt off over his head, taking a better look at the cut. “this is going to sting,” you poured alcohol over the open wound.

he winced a little, but took it like a champ. you stitched the wound shut, and helped him put his shirt back on. you moved the covers, so that he would have a place to get under them. 

“i can sleep on the floor,” he said quietly when he realized what you were doing.

you shook your head, “no no, it’s okay. please, sleep on the bed. you look like you could use a good nights sleep.”

he gave you a soft smile, “thank you.”

he slipped his shoes off and moved to the other end of the bed, getting under the blankets. you grabbed a pillow and a blanket from your closet and began to put it on the floor. “y/n?” rafes small voice caused you to stop.

“yeah?”

“can you lay with me?” he asked, so quietly you could barely hear him.

the pure sadness and what you could only think of as fear in his voice broke your heart. “sure, rafe.”

you turned the lights out and slid under the the blanket, next to rafe.

“what were you doing on the beach so late?” he asked you, and you felt his breath on your shoulder. you hadn’t noticed how close you were.

“i was just thinking. it’s so quiet and peaceful at night. i don’t get much of that anymore,” you said turning to look at him, “what about you?”

he closed his eyes, like he was thinking hard about something. “honestly, i don’t remember. i was so wasted, i think i was just walking without even being aware of it. i dont even remember falling. but thank god you were there, y/n. i don’t know what would have happened if you werent,” he said, and you noticed the glossiness of his eyes.

you put your hand on his arm, “i’m just glad that you’re okay.”

rafe hesitantly wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and resting his head on your shoulder, “thank you.”

you just nodded your head a little, and traced circles on rafes back until his breathing steadied, and he drifted off to sleep.

when you woke up in the morning, rafe was gone, and there was a note in his place.

thank you for everything

The sound of a motorcycle pulling up next to the chateau brought you back to present day. You squinted your eyes to see who was under the helmet.

JJ and John B shot up from their seats when they realized who it was, and you did the same.

“Cameron, what the hell are you doing here?” JJ yelled, practically running down the steps and straight toward him.

Rafe held up his hands, “I’m not here to fight, I swear to god, I-”

“Yeah right, like we’re supposed to believe that,” JJ got in Rafe’s face, just as you made it to where they were standing. You held your arm out and made contact with JJ’s chest, motioning for him to stop.

“Hey, chill out JJ. Let him talk,” you said calmly, not wanting to witness a fight.

“I’m here to see y/n,” Rafe said in a calm voice, making eye contact with you. He looked different from last night, probably because he wasn’t drunk this time.

Everyone’s eyes snapped to you, giving you looks of confusion. You didn’t want to begin to explain this to the group.“It’s okay guys, just go inside. I’m going to talk to Rafe.”

After a couple minutes of protesting, they all went back inside, probably still watching from the window. “Are you alright?” you asked, not knowing why else he would be coming to see you.

He shifted on his feet a little, “yeah, I’m okay. I just wanted to see you. I had to go to the country club with Topper and Kelce this morning, that’s why I left. but I- I wanted to stay,” he said quietly, not meeting your eyes.

Your lips twitched into a small smile, “do you want to go for a drive?”

He let out a small sigh of relief at your offer, nodding with a smile. You led him to your car. You already knew what everyone inside was thinking, so you sent a quick text to your friends.

i’m getting in this car willingly, don’t worry about me

You switched off your phone and got into the drivers seat. “Where do you want to go?” you asked, turning to look at him.

He thought for a moment, drumming his fingers on the car door, “I’m kind of hungry,” he said with an asking smile.

“Me too. I know a good place about a half hour from here, if you don’t mind the drive.”

He shook his head, “I don’t mind.”

You figured that you would spend the ride in silence, but Rafe was feeling especially talkative. He asked you about a thousand questions about yourself, and the only question you could think to ask him was, “why do you want to know so much about me?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I just want to get to know you,” he said nonchalantly, and you smiled a little.

You answered all of his questions until you pulled into the parking lot of the little diner. You spent the rest of the afternoon in the diner, just talking. Talking to Rafe somehow felt so normal, so easy.

After you finished eating, you were prepared to end the day you’d spent with rafe, which was admittedly one of the best days you’d had in a long time. You savored the ride home, as you thought it might be the last time you were with him.

You had just made it back to obx when Rafe suggested going back to your house to watch a movie. “Not sick of me yet, Cameron?” you said jokingly, with a hint of seriousness. You really weren’t sure why rafe wanted to keep hanging out with you, but you wouldn't be caught complaining. 

You handed him a blanket and a bowl of popcorn before sitting down on the other side of the couch. Rafe frowned at your preferred seating, “can’t you sit over here?” he patted the fabric of the couch directly next to him. 

Rafe’s undeniable need for physical touch at all times became very clear in the last two days. Of course, you didn’t mind. You really were the same way. You sat down next to him, your legs touching. His arm snaked around your waist, and his head rested on your shoulder.

You pressed play on the movie, but you found it hard to focus on the film and not the man practically on top of you. “Rafe?” you whispered, and he turned his head a little to look at you.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“Why are you here with me right now?” he gave you a confused look, “I mean, why aren’t you with your friends. You’d barely even spoken to me until yesterday. Do you feel like you.. owe me? Or something?”

“No, no that’s not it at all,” he said quickly, changing his position on the couch shifted so he was sitting up more. He took a breath, clearing his throat, “Honestly, I don’t know. It’s just, after last night... I couldn’t get you out of my head. I mean you helped me more than anyone ever has, even though you know what kind of person I am. I mean I mess with your friends all the time, which I do plan to stop doing. I don’t know, but there’s just something magnetic about you, y/n,” he spoke the whole monologue in a soft voice, not meeting your eyes. He gave you the impression that he didn’t express his feelings much, which made you feel warm inside, knowing he expressed them to you. 

“That was deep, Rafe Cameron,” you said softly with a small smile. He let out a breathy laugh with a small shake of his head. You became more serious, “of course I helped you, Rafe. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done, everyone deserves redemption. And surely no one deserves to bleed out drunk on a beach.”

Rafe stayed silent, only looking at you with a look of admiration that he didn’t believe he’d ever given anyone before. You grabbed his hand in yours, rubbing circles with your thumb on his soft skin and gave him a soft smile. You put your head on his shoulder, and he hesitantly placed a kiss to the side of your head.

“I was really glad when you showed up at John B’s today,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “And I’m really glad JJ didn’t start swinging. I wouldn’t want to have to stitch you up again so soon.”

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Face Down - JJ Maybank Imagine

A/N: Okay so this is my very first outer banks fic and it got very long very fast. It's 3k words and I'm so excited about it!

TW: Domestic abuse, violence, blood, cursing, and I think that's it

Growing up in the outer banks was a lot like growing up in paradise. You got to go out to the marsh almost every day in summer, you got hang out with your best friends in the entire world the pogues, oh and you had your boyfriend who you kind of adored.. on some days.

In all honesty, Hunter was a lot to handle. He was arrogant. He was abrasive. He was a kook, and he never wanted your friends to forget it. He hated how you hung out with “trash” even though that’s how you grew up. He was classist, as most of them are. But, somehow he managed to charm you into dating him.

The boys were very adamant on their dislike of the man you called your boyfriend; especially JJ, your absolute best friend of the bunch. You had grow up next door to him and the two of you became inseparable at a very young age. You did everything together. Everything. That is, until Hunter came around and you distanced yourself quite a bit.

“Are you even listening to me?” Hunter’s voice cut through the haze of concentration you had on your phone, your fingers typing back in the group chat between you and your four best friends. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him, nodding. “I said-“ And he was ranting about something completely stupid, your eyes rolling as you just nodded and pretended to be listening before going back to texting.

You were in the middle of a conversation with JJ when your phone got ripped out of your hand, Hunter’s fingers scrolling up and down the text messages as he chuckled and looked down at you. “Oh, so we’re going to the boneyard tonight, are we?” He smirked and tucked your phone into his pocket before backing you up against the wall, his arms on either side of your face. “If I see you messing around with Gaybank and the other losers, we are through. Do you understand me?” His voice was a sneer as you winced and nodded, a single tear rolling down your cheeks as he moved his arm to press against your neck for a few seconds. “Good. Get ready. We leave in 10.”

You let out a shaky breath as you walked over to your makeup vanity, lifting up your shirt to peak at the purple and yellow bruises that dotted your skin. They were reminders of how angry Hunter could get, each one aching more and more as you sat and stared at them. They were the reason you always tried to stay out of the water lately. You claimed it was because you couldn’t swim, but everyone knew better. They just couldn’t figure out your excuse.

A few minutes later Hunter showed up and told you it was time to go, his words leaving no room for argument as you got into the car and you headed off towards the boneyard. Your eyes were fixated on the trees passing outside the window, a sad look in them compared to your naturally happy glow. Your friends would instantly know something was happening, especially when you weren’t hanging around them. The thought was enough to make your stomach drop as you pulled up and could heard the loud buzz of activity.

Hunter got out first, walking around to open your door for you. He could be such a good actor when he needed to be and he could easily play a gentleman in public. He smiled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, his eyes scanning the beach instantly until they landed on Topper and Sarah. He let out a loud whistle, almost all eyes turning to look at you. He had to be the center of attention.

You looked down at the sand, wanting to completely disappear in that moment; especially when you felt an all too familiar blue-eyes boy gazing at you. His gaze was glazed over, the smoke leaving his lips showing up in his physical appearance. He held his hand up in a silent wave, his eyes watching as hunter tightens his grip on you and steers you away. “Remember what I said.” He pretends to press a kiss to your temple, a growl leaving his lips before he stands up straight and leaves you standing with Sarah. You sit there quietly as she runs off, your eyes on Topper and Hunter as they each shotgunned a beer.

“Hey, stranger.” You felt an all too familiar arm wrap around you and pick you up, spinning you around. You let out a surprised squeal and a gasp, a small smile actually making its way to your lips at JJ’s antics. Sure, you had been warned, but you didn’t care anymore. You were going to have fun with your friends and you would reap the consequences later. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, your hands instantly moving to take his hat and sling it on your head. “We’ve missed you.” He playfully pushes your arm and points over to John B and Kie who are both watching the two of you, waving you over.

“I’ve missed you guys too. Life has just been…busy.” The hesitation in your voice makes JJ raise an eyebrow at you, his eyes scanning your features intently as he debates whether to question you or not. He finally decides to brush it off and bring it up later, his hand finding the small of your back as he leads you over to the keg John B was leaning on. He filled up a cup and handed it to you, smirking as all of you downed the liquid together after a synchronized version of cheers.

“We never see you around anymore. Don’t tell us you’re going full kook.” John B had a playful tone to his voice as he looked at you and you just shook your head, JJ watching as something unknown flashed in your eyes. He really needed to get you alone and talk to you. However, right as he tried too, you heard a voice that cut through you like a knife. “Well, well, well. Maybank, I’m gonna steal my girl back from you.” You froze as Hunter’s voice rang out behind you, his hand landing on your shoulder. His fingers dug into the skin that your tank top left exposed, slight finger marks popping up there.

JJ opened his mouth to say something to your arrogant boyfriend before you just went along with it, telling the pogues bye and walking off with the man that was supposed to love you. You thought he would walk you towards his friends, but he walked you to a secluded part of the beach that was usually used for fucking. You felt your blood run cold as you approached this area of the island, your gaze constantly going over your shoulder. You caught JJ’s eyes and noticed him trailing behind you guys at a small distance, concern evident in the way he was clutching his waist. Fucking hell, he had his gun on him.

You turned back around just in time to see Hunter getting scary close, your back hitting a nearby tree as he let out a sadistic laugh. “You just couldn’t listen, could you?” The words came out of his mouth before he reared his hand back and slapped you, the sound echoing off the trees around you. You stumbled, your hand coming up to your face as you let out a quiet whimper. You were trying to scoot away from him, desperately kicking at the sand to get some traction. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to beg for him to not hurt you anymore. You begged and pleaded before he was helping you up, saying he was done. Saying he wasn’t going to hurt you anymore. Then, came the blow to your nose. Blood spewed from it and all down your shirt, whimpers leaving your lips.

“Alright, that’s enough.” JJ stepped out from behind the tree he had been watching from, walking towards you. He started fuming as Hunter tried to step in front of you, a sadistic laugh leaving his lips. “J, please. I’m okay.” Your voice sounded so weak and small, it broke his heart. He was so used to you being full of life and happiness, not this broken. It made him more and more mad as he stepped between you and your awful excuse of a boyfriend.

“Come on, dude. Let me help my girlfriend up. She fell.” JJ laughed at the awful attempt that was made at a lie, his hand instantly going to pull the gun out of his waist band. He clicked off the safety and pointed it at Hunter, his head cocking to the side. “Touch her again, I dare you. It’ll be the last thing you do.” Hunter clearly didn’t believe him, walking forward a few steps. JJ sneered and shot the sand in front of his foot, causing a startled noise to come from the man and also the beach where everyone was. “Okay, man. Chill.” He held his hands up and took a few steps back again.

You were so dazed and confused in that moment, your eyes watching the scene in front of you in almost disbelief. You never had someone there to save you. You never had someone observe the abuse, and you weren’t sure what it meant for you. It scared you to no end. A couple of the guys from the party came running over to see what the commotion was, JJ turning to them. “Fellas, Mr Kook here thinks it’s a good idea to lay his hands on a lady. Why don’t you escort him out.” He nodded to the boys who took Hunter by the arm and lead him away, his voice echoing back as he threatened to get his revenge on JJ.

You were in your own head as you heard the sand crunch beside you, a light hand laying on your knee as you saw JJ appear in front of you. The harshness was gone from his voice and concern was etched upon his features, his fingers carefully moving your chin to look at him. Your nose was still bleeding pretty profusely, your poor shirt taking the brunt of the damage. JJ sighed to himself as he took off his shirt, pressing it carefully to your nose and helping you hold your head back. “Did he hurt you anywhere else?” Your eyes were blank and distant, fear etched into your features. You couldn’t answer, which was the only confirmation that the blonde boy needed. “I should’ve fucking killed him.” The words were muttered under his breath as he looked up to see the rest of your friends approaching, questioning looks on their faces. JJ just shook his head and motioned them away, telling them he would explain later.

Of all your friends, JJ knew what you were going through now that he had witnessed it. He went through the same thing with his dad and it broke his heart to see you going through this at the hands of someone who you seemed to love so much. “I’m going to take you home, okay?” When he saw you go rigid and you shook your head desperately, his heart broke even more. Of course you couldn’t go home. He knew where you lived. However, he didn’t know where JJ lived. “Okay, then you’re coming to stay with me for the night. My dads out of town for the weekend, I promise.” He carefully scooped you up into his arms, your body still rigid from shock. But, as soon as you were in the safety of his arms, you visibly relaxed. You moved your head into the crook of his neck, your breath fanning out against his skin as he carefully carried you back to the twinkie.

John B, Kiara, and Pope were already loaded up and waiting on the two of you. They didn’t ask anymore questions as they took in your appearance. You were covered in sand and blood, tear streaks running down your cheeks. “I got you., don’t worry.” You sat in JJ’s lap the entire ride home, your grip on him tight as he let his hands rub up and down your spine. His presence had always been soothing, especially when you were younger and you couldn’t sleep. He would usually slip in your window on bad nights with his dad, or when he couldn’t sleep himself. There were many nights you would wake up to JJ passed out on your floor in a pallet made of blankets that you kept there especially for that reason. Sometimes, you could see new bruises along his skin in the moonlight as he laid there and it absolutely broke your heart.

You had thought about telling him. You had contemplated it so many times; especially when Hunter got especially violent. But, you didn’t want to burden JJ. He was dealing with enough already, you didn’t want to add to his stress. But, as you sat there in his lap and listened to his mumbled words of comfort, you knew he was the one person who would’ve understood and a new wave of guilt surged through your body. Your eyes squeezed shut as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, leaving new stains.

In what felt like seconds, you were in front of JJ's house. He thanked John B and got out with you carefully, walking you up stairs and into his room. He gently placed you on the bed despite your protests of being covered in sand, his head shaking. "I'll change the sheets tomorrow, I'm not worried about it." He sunk down to his knees in front of you, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he put his arms outside your body on the bed. His eyes met yours, a soft understanding in them as he slowly moved to put his hand on yours. Without thinking, you laced your fingers through his and sniffled as you thought about what to even say in this moment.

"I'm sorry." The two words left your lips without a second of thought, the boy's face scrunching up in confusion. "For what? You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry I didn't see the signs sooner." He was quiet as he stood up and pressed his lips to your forehead, the gesture bringing an immense sense of comfort as you watched him go and grab you a shirt and a pair of his boxers. It was your favorite combination of his clothes to wear and he already knew which ones to hand you; his budweiser boxers and his coors tank top.

"Can you help me change?" The question in itself was innocent and a result of the exhaustion that the night had caused. You felt like you couldn't move a single muscle, and JJ was understanding. He knelt in front of you again, looking at you for permission before he carefully lifted your shirt over your head. However, as he did, his eyes went wide as they landed on the bruises on your abdomen. You swallowed thickly as he ran his fingers over them, touch as light as a feather as he felt himself get choked up.

Some of the bruises were in their late stages of healing and some were fresh; which made JJ feel even worse. He got choked up as he tried to even begin to think of what words to say to you. When he had the same bruises, he just brushed it off. It was his dad, he was used to it by now. But, seeing them on you. Seeing them on his best friend since childhood. Seeing them on the girl who tried to save every single jelly fish or fish that washed up on shore. See them on the girl who danced in the waves and ran towards the rain, it made his blood boil.

"You don't deserve this. You don't deserve this at all." His finger tips gently traced the marks as he met your eyes, one hand moving up to cup your cheek in his hand. "He is never going to get near you again, I promise you that." His voice was soft and he was trying his best to keep his anger down; knowing that you seeing him angry wouldn't help the situation right now. "I just wish you had let me know. I could've helped you.." His voice cracked as you reached up to put your hand over his, shaking your head before you turned to kiss his palm.

"J, you have enough going on with your dad. I'm the last thing you need to worry about." Your words were soft as he carefully helped slip the tank top over your head, the clothes looking like a dress on you. "No, you are the first thing I worry about, always." He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, slipping them on before throwing his dirty clothes down on the floor with yours. "And I never want you to think otherwise." His tone was stern as he climbed into his bed and motioned you towards him, his arms easily closing around your frame as he pulled you back against his chest.

Cuddling was no where new for the two of you and you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of safety that had felt foreign to you for so long. But, the smell of JJ and the warmth of his body mixing with the exhaustion of the night caused you to slowly drift off to sleep in his arms. He stayed awake as you fell asleep, his eyes on you to make sure you were okay before he let himself get comfortable. "I want you to know, I'm going to protect you even if it's the last thing I do." His words were sealed with a soft kiss to your shoulder before he buried his face into the pillow and let himself fall asleep along with you.

He may not have been able to protect you before, but now he would do so no matter what it took.

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An Outer Banks Imagine

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A/N: Based on this ask. It's short but I'm working on a smutty part 2 if anyone is interested ;)

“C’mon, Y/N, please?” Your best friend Sarah begs, pouting at you from across your bedroom.

“A Pogue party, though? Really?” You wrinkle your nose. Neutral territory boneyard parties were one thing, but the thought of crossing over to the other side of the island to drink shitty beer gave you the ick. Sarah widens her brown, puppy-dog eyes and gets up from your vanity to flop down on your bed next to you.

“Pretty please? Just this once, and if you hate it I’ll never bother you again.” You knew that was a lie, but you also didn’t have anything better to do, so you shrugged and sighed.

“Fine. But we’re bringing our own booze.” Sarah drowns you in squeals and flailing limbs, and you shove her off, giggling.

An hour later, you’re dressed and ready; properly fizzed up thanks to the bottle of Moet and Chandon you grabbed from the wine cellar in the basement.

When Sarah’s boyfriend pulls into the driveway, you put a stopper in the bottle and tuck it into your tote bag.

John B’s nice; you’ve met him a few times through Sarah, and you have to admit that he’s one charming motherfucker. He keeps you entertained with stories of his friends’ antics on the drive back to his house. You’ve heard about them from Sarah, but you don’t know much about them save for Kiara, who you used to go to school with, so it helps to give you an idea of what to expect from the night.

“Aaaaand this is JJ,” Sarah says, gesturing to the tall blonde boy on the right with a red solo cup in one hand and a lit joint in the other.

“Wassup, baby?” He says, slurring his words together a little bit. Sarah winces and turns to you. Her frown contains a thousand apologies.

“No, sorry, apparently, this is drunk, horny JJ.”

You feel your cheeks heat up—from embarrassment, yes. But also? He’s so fucking hot with that lazy, half-up-half-down grin. His lips are plush and pink except for the purple-black bruising tucked into the corner of his mouth, like he’d dodged a punch and almost got away with it.

“Drunk, horny JJ at your service.” JJ sticks the joint into his smirk and holds his now free hand out to you for a shake. You roll your eyes but take it anyway. He tightens his hand around yours, blue eyes glinting in the flickering firelight for one, two, three seconds before he ducks his head and brings your knuckles to his lips. “If there’s anything I can help you with, please let me know.”

“Ohhhkay, and Drunk, Horny JJ needs water. John B, will you take JJ inside and get him a glass?” Sarah turns her boyfriend and JJ lets your arm drop to your side, winking at you before he turns around to follow his friend.

Sarah’s apologies are wasted on you because the heat from your cheeks has migrated south and you’re too busy thinking about swallowing that smug smile to process what she’s saying.

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my kinksgiving failed cause i suck at schedules so here's a christmas special for you guys that's more doable 🎄

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sarah and gf!reader going night swimming (blurb)

sarah and gf!reader getting caught at the chateau (oneshot)

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PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: ... GENRE: angst, fluff SONG INSPIRATION: almost by hozier WORD COUNT: 937 NOTE: its four in the morning so if there's any grammar mistakes bro idec anymore, anyways love you guys

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the five of you were out on john b's porch passing a blunt around, you were talking absolute utter bullshit about everything and anything, well that soon stopped when you caught a certain look that was shared between john and kie.

a slight awkward cough left you before you stopped speaking, feeling embarrassed, it didn't help that you were newer to the group and didn't have the same bond they all had together.

so pushing yourself off out of the chair you were currently sitting on, faking a smile asking everyone if they wanted anything to drink as you went to walk into the home, hearing no's from everyone you made your way to the kitchen. not feeling a pair of eyes on you as you did so.

your eyes watered, sniffling trying to gather yourself, lightly shaking your hands to distract yourself from crying, blinking away the tears successfully.

starting to walk back to the front door, swallowing the lump in your throat, pushing the door back open announcing some bad, but believable excuse to them before rushing home.

this is so stupid.

you really shouldn't be so sensitive y/n.

you lay on your back with your eyes closed trying to focus on the soft music playing in the background, but your loud thoughts wouldn't stop eating at you.

well, that of course was until a little tap on your sliding door turned into two taps, this continued to happen. furrowing your brows, looking over to the glass thinking it was just a tree branch.

nope, it was very much little rocks, pushing yourself off of your bed closer to find the cause of the knocking, looking down only to find a cheeky smile on a certain blonde's face looking right back up at you.

"rapunzel, rapunzel let down your hair!" he shouted in a playfully deeper voice, you rolled your eyes before opening it and yelled back.

"you know i have a perfectly good front door, right?" quirking an eyebrow at him and he groaned back at you.

"but this is so much more romantic, no?"

you had to admit that did make you smile, you moved back over to your bed to keep up your 'stoic' act. soon enough a very out-breath jj was leaned against the right side of the railing on your balcony.

"you— ah. that looked a lot— easier from down there." he was now bent over with his hands on his knees quickly regaining his breath as he stood up straight and gave you a look, the sort of look that said i have an idea.

that’s when he started to run for speed towards you, your eyes widened as you realized it was too late to move out of the way when his body collided with yours, ending up with him on top of you, you both groaned as you tried to push him off.

only for him to make his body deadweight against you which made you struggle more, “ugh! get off of me, you’re so heavy.”

“nope i think i’m gonna stay right here, you’re actually super comfy, night night,” he muttered before shutting his eyes, nuzzling his face into your neck. not that you’d mind being in this situation any other time but not now when he’s all sweaty and gross.

you eventually gave up pushing him, accepting your fate underneath him. remembering how super ticklish he is, you wrapped your legs around his waist as your fingers gently dug into his sides making him jolt off of you laughing.

"im sorry-- i-m sorry, ah--." unwrapping your legs, he fell onto the floor, still slightly laughing whilst looking at you, reaching your hand out for him to grab with a smile, "wanna order some pizza?"

that was it for the next so many hours the two of you messed around, having pillow fights waiting for the food to arrive, eating and then you both ended up a tired pile on your bed, jay resting his head on his arms now gazing up at you as you spoke quietly since everyone else in the house had gone to sleep, it was just the two of you awake.

books. you were now rambling about what new book you were reading and the contents in it. telling him your favourite parts so far, barely noticing that you were talking entirely way too much when you stumbled over your words.

not even realizing that you hadn't even been looking at him the whole time, your eyes had been glued to the white of your ceiling whilst using your hands to slightly gesture what you were talking about.

he was awfully quiet beside you, glancing over for you to be met with a soft jj, how his eyes drooped slowly as he blinked, a gentle smile on his lips. he was listening...to you.

you offered an awkward smile before groaning into the palm of your hand and laughing, "i was doing it again wasn't i? should i stop talking?"

"don't, your voice is very soothing."

with that being said you continued what you were saying previously but now faced him, running your fingers through his hair smoothing the pieces that were falling in front of his face.

chuckling when you heard the sound of his light snores, your hand only stopping its movements when you had to lean over to turn off your lamp, snuggling deeper into your covers as you skimmed over his face in the dimly moonlit room as sleep overcame you.

that's when you discovered your new fondness for the blonde pogue.

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like fire; jj maybank

summary: miscommunication is a bitch. you and jj know that better than anyone but can you get your act together before it’s too late?

pairing: jj maybank x gn!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: jj being a simp, light angst, mutual pining, lowkey kiara’s pov at times, reader uses they/them pronouns, miscommunication, insecure!reader, reader is vegan if that bothers anyone (it’s literally only one line), jealous!reader, jealous!jj

note: the long awaited part two of kindred souls <3 i’m lowkey proud of this so lmk what you think (inbox, or tell me in the comments/tags)

context: set in s3, the pogues returned to obx but nothing else is canon, idk how, they just did lol

Kiara was going to lose her mind. 

It had been about a month since you and JJ had argued, and they had walked in on you all cuddled up in the spare room but as far as the two of you were concerned, nothing had happened. The next day, they waited eagerly for some sort of clarification but none came. 

But it was clear to everyone that something had changed between you, even Rafe had made a comment about the shift in your relationship with JJ, even though it was more of a taunt than a well-meaning comment but it was seen by everyone and so, they were confused as to why you were both acting as though this new change was a normal circumstance. 

They had questions, of course, they did, but Kiara, ever the self-appointed mom of the group, insisted that whatever had happened or whatever was happening, it was up to you to tell them on your own terms - regardless of how infuriating it was to watch the two of you pine after each other.

No one wanted to say anything about the bruises they saw. 

The bruises around your neck had long since faded but the sight of them was almost burned into the minds of each of the pogues. They knew about Luke and they had tried to be there for JJ as much as they could and it killed them to know that you were going through the same thing and they had no idea. 

Much like JJ, you were now essentially a permanent resident at the Chateau. You had practically claimed your own parts of the home - your shampoo and conditioner were a permanent fixture of the bathroom, the top drawer of the bedside table in the spare room was overflowing with your hair ties and pimple patches, and, in a move that warmed Kiara’s heart, you had claimed a shelf in the fridge for your plant-based food, upon learning of this she announced to the pogues (sans you and JJ) that if he didn’t make a move soon, she certainly would.

“This is it,” JJ announced, spreading his arms wide and looking back over his should to send you a wry grin. “This is exactly what we needed, don’t you agree, darlin’?”

You laughed at the southern lilt he added to his voice, trying to focus on fighting away the blush at the use of the pet name. JJ had been spending the last month trying to come up with a name that suited you because while you loved it when he called you ‘your majesty’, you both agreed that it didn’t necessarily roll off the tongue. 

Your relationship with JJ was in a weird limbo, it was confusing you. He would spend days cuddling you, calling you sweet pet names, sharing his food with you and driving you around everywhere on his bike yet when it came to keggers, much like tonight, you knew it was only a matter of time before he disappeared with someone, just to reappear with ruffled hair, a stupid grin on his face, and his neck littered with marks. 

He wasn’t yours. You had to remind yourself of that fact every time you saw him emerge from the chateau with a girl that wasn’t you, you wanted nothing more than to be the one that pulled him away from the crowd but instead you were stuck nursing a drink until Kiara or Sarah noticed your downtrodden expression and convinced you to dance. 

Tonight was no different, it had taken JJ less than an hour to slip away.

Tonight, his flavour of choice was someone you, regrettably, knew. Ashley Danes. You wished you could say she was a terrible person and simply write her off as nothing but a bitch, but to your disappointment, she was lovely and incredibly nice to you every single time you spoke.

Pope caught John B’s eyes, drawing them away from the direction Sarah and Kiara had left after the brunette had announced that there was no way in hell she was letting Sarah walk off alone after she’d been drinking, even if it was just to run back to the Chateau to use the bathroom. He tilted his head in your direction and John B noted the sad look on your face and followed your gaze to his best friend.

“Guess JJ’s found his girl for the night,” He quipped, watching as the girl smiled into her cup and lightly hit the blonde on his arm. He winced, that was Flirting 101 and nine times out of ten, that always worked on JJ.

“She seems nice, maybe a little ditzy,” You felt a bitter feeling flood through your body, hearing it seep into your tone, you never wanted to be the kind of person to put others down because they liked the same boy as you and yet you couldn’t help the green monster that was beginning to peak its head at the sight before you. 

“She’s not his type,” Pope said as he knocked your shoulder with his and passed you a red cup which was, much like his own, filled to the brim.  

“He seems pretty interested.”

“It’s JJ, he always hooks up at keggers, what’s the problem?” John B knew what he was doing was slightly cruel but he figured that if his meddling resulted in two of his best friends finding love then it would be worth a few hurt feelings. 

Cleo dropped down next to you and, just like Pope, nudged your shoulders with her own. “Rudeboy is stupid if he doesn’t notice you.”

Cleo was so used to being on her own that having friends, no, a family like this was new to her. You hadn’t been on ‘Poguelandia’ with them but when they had gotten back to Kildare, you had welcomed her with open arms, never once making her feel like she didn’t belong. It was this kindness that endeared you to her and stoked the anger she was beginning to have towards the blonde surfer.

You still said nothing. 

Pope pinned John B with a look. They all wanted an end to the will-they-won’t-they thing that was going on but hurting your feelings was not the way to go. “Kie and Sarah should be back soon, then we-”

“Actually,” You interrupted, glancing at JJ and Ashley before turning back to Pope. “I’m gonna  head home, it’s been a long day, you know.”

“Home?” John B asked. He knew he might have pushed a bit but he didn’t think you’d go home because of it. 

You shook your head. “The Chateau, I mean.”

He nodded, feeling better that he wouldn’t see you covered in bruises again. 

Kiara sighed in disappointment. 

She was so focused on keeping Sarah took upright that it had taken her until they had rejoined Pope and John to notice that you had completely disappeared and in your absence, John B was looking particularly guilty and Pope was doing a convincing impersonation of his father, with an annoyed stare pinned on John B. 

“What happened,” She demanded, her arms crossed. 

“John B happened.”

“Ah,” Sarah said understandingly, ignoring the indignant scoff that came from her boyfriend.

“Pope,” Kiara’s choice had a tightness to it that they could all relate to.

“They were upset about, you know,” He lamely gestured towards JJ. “And good ol’ John B here decided to make them feel even worse.”

“John B.” Sarah admonished, sobering up enough to scold her boyfriend. 

“I’m sick of this, you guys,” He exclaimed, throwing his empty cup to the ground, pointedly ignoring Kiara’s gasp of horror at his carelessness. “It’s been a month already, I don’t get it, they like him, and he likes them, so what’s stopping them?”

“They’re scared, dumbass,” Pope rolled his eyes, slapping the back of his friend’s head. “They both are, Y/N knows how they feel but it’s not like JJ’s got the best track record when it comes to commitment, and he’s not going to believe that anyone, let alone someone from Figure Eight, would genuinely love him.”

“He doesn’t think he’s good enough,” Sarah said and her heart broke. Sure, JJ was a little shit that was constantly cock-blocking her and John B, and he was always leaving empty cartons of milk in the fridge when he knows damn well that they need to go in the bin but he loved harder than anyone she’d ever met and the thought that he didn’t think he deserved that love in return killed her. 

“Hey!” JJ ran up to them, threw an arm around Pope’s and looked around. “Did they go home?”

“Yeah,” Kiara said sympathetically.

“Why?”

“Tired.” “Sick.”John B and Pope’s voices rang out at the same time. 

Kiara rolled her eyes, “They weren’t feeling well so they went home to sleep it off.”

JJ nodded understandingly, he still had a pout on his lips at the realisation that he wouldn’t get to dance with you tonight.

“How did things go with that girl?” Pope was desperate to lead the conversation in another direction before he blurted out more than he should and did more damage than John B.

“Who? Ashley?” JJ furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh, she used to work at the garage, I was just hanging out while she waited for her girl to come back from the car so Kooks didn’t bother her or anything.”

Kiara shook her head in disbelief, mumbling to herself, “I’m surrounded by idiots.”

No one said anything but JJ knew that his bad mood had ruined the kegger for the pogues, he couldn’t help it though, it didn’t feel right that you weren’t there and, soon after, they had retired to the Chateau.

JJ was determined to get everyone back on track and what better way than a pogue-only hangout?

He pushed the door to the Wreck open and strolled in, making a beeline straight for the counter, “Kiara, Kie, my bestest friend in the whole wide world-”

“What do you want, JJ?” She asked, shaking her head with a smile.

“Can’t I just come by and visit one of my best friends on my lunch break and see how she is?”

“You can but that’s not why you’re here,” Kiara caught sight of you walking back inside from clearing off some of the tables, you were laughing along with a story your coworker was telling you. “...and the real reason you came by just walked in.”

JJ spun around at the speed of lightning, ignoring Kiara’s cackle from behind him, and instantly wished he didn’t. He wasn’t sure who the tall, brunette guy next to you was but he wasn’t keen to find out. He hadn’t got the chance to talk to you since the kegger and every time he tried to catch up before or after work, you were nowhere to be seen, it was like you had become an expert at avoiding him. 

Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t an idiot. 

He knew that your avoiding him had something to do with Ashley. She had clocked the look on your face when you had seen him with her and she knew she had to say something. When she worked with JJ, there wasn’t a single conversation they had that he didn’t use as an excuse to mention you and it had been well-established that he was whipped, to say the least. 

“Who’s that?” He asked, his jaw clenched as he took in the sight of you laughing with knock-off-John-B, trying not to let any of his anger into his voice. Is that guy the real reason you’d been ignoring him?

“Oh, that’s Cody, he’s new.”

“That’s nice.” Of course, his name would be Cody, he’d never met a Cody he liked. Who the fuck names a kid Cody anyway?

Kiara felt a slight tinge of sympathy but decided that she might as well push her luck. “You know,” She said nonchalantly, swiping down the counter, avoiding the blonde’s gaze when he turned back to face her, she could sense how worked up he was at the thought of you dating someone even without looking at him. “He was thinking of asking them out since they’re not seeing anyone at the moment.”

“He’s not their type.”

“How do you know?” She knew it was cruel but she couldn’t help it. “It’s not like they’ve ever really dated anyone so you never know.”

“Whatever, see you at John B’s?”

“Duh.”

Kiara failed to fight the smug grin off her face at the way JJ stormed out of the restaurant, whipping his cap off his head and angrily kicking up his bike stand. She shook her head and pulled her phone from her pocket, sending off a quick and simple message to the group chat consisting of all the pogues except you and JJ, as Sarah had aptly named they need to get their shit together, a heads up about JJ’s current mood. 

She never wanted to see her friends unhappy but this was getting ridiculous now. 

“Kie?” You called as you walked into Wreck. You had gotten a text from Kiara, urging you to come straight from work because there was some sort of emergency that she needed your help with. “Kie? Are you here?”

“Sorry to disappoint.” 

You jumped and held your hand to your chest when you spun around and saw JJ standing there nervously. “JJ, what the hell.”

“Sorry,” He didn’t look very sorry from the way he was trying to hold back his laugh.

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not,” You both laughed and it felt good to be able to laugh with him again. “But we do need to talk.”

Desperate to procrastinate the talk for as long as you could, you began grasping at straws. “So, I’m assuming that text was your doing?”

“‘Twas I.”

“JJ…” What were you meant to say? ‘I’m sorry that I’m in love with you and it’s gonna be really awkward because you don’t feel the same but I can’t handle seeing you with other people so we can’t be friends anymore’ No, that didn’t sound fun. 

“I don’t know what I did for you to be this mad at me but whatever it is, I’ll make it to you, whatever it takes, just don’t ignore me,” He pleaded, he sounded so sad and it broke your heart, you never wanted him to think you were mad at him but every time you were near him you found yourself close to blurting out your feelings. 

“It’s-”

“Don’t you dare start with the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit.”

You closed your eyes, steeling yourself for the confession you were going to have to make, “JJ, I-”

“I’m really hoping the next words out of your mouth are ‘JJ, I like you’ because if they aren’t, this is gonna get really fucking awkward,” He let out an awkward chuckle. 

“We’re friends now, of course, I like you,” You fidgeted, playing with the chain of your necklace.

“You know what I meant.” JJ had never been this serious before, it was worrying you. 

“Say it.”

“I, um, I, fuck,” He ran his hands through his hair. “This was so much easier when I practised with Pope.”

“JJ,” You sighed, taking a step forward.

“I like you, like more than a friend kind of like you, and I know I was shitty to you before but I’d like to think I’ve made up for that now so I might have a chance but if you want to date, fucking, Cody then I’ll find a way to be okay with it but,” He shook his head in disbelief. “Why is this so hard? I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I’m just a guy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to like him back.”

Your jaw dropped, “You watched it?”

“You’ve only been bugging me for months.”

“And this is how you tell me?”

“I’m gonna need a reply before we get into that, okay, it’s a whole other topic.”

“I’d argue that it’s the same topic.”

“Y/N!”

“Well, obviously I like you too,” You laughed, finding it impossible to fight the smile on your lips. 

His laugh was choked, “Thank fuck.”

JJ didn’t waste a second, he pulled you as close as physically possible and kissed you. Surely you were dreaming, kissing JJ had been something that you’d always hoped for but never in a million years thought you’d get the chance to do.

Now he was here, in your arms, and you never wanted to let him go. 

“Wait,” You pulled back, melting slightly at the way JJ chased your lips. “Why did you mention Cody?”

JJ avoided looking you in the eyes.

“JJ.”

“Alright,” He relented. “I might have been slightly jealous.”

“Why?” Your tone was incredulous. 

He didn’t reply, instead choosing to wrap his arms around your waist once again and pull you to him. “Later,” he mumbled.

“Fine,” Complaining, you let it go, “But we’re talking about this at some point.”

“But for now,” JJ grinned, taking your hand in his and pulling you towards the door of the Wreck. “I want to take my partner for a ride on my bike.”

“Well,” You bit your lip. “I suppose I could indulge that.”

“Oh, you suppose, do you?” He teased.

“Well, well, well, look at this, guys,” John B teased, he leaned against the doorframe of the living room and glanced back to Pope and Kiara who were wearing identical looks of relief, Sarah and Cleo had retired to the kitchen, helping themselves to the scraps of food in the fridge “Same shit, different day.”

“Shut it, Bree,” JJ grumbled, tightening his arms around your waist.

John chuckled, dropping down onto the couch next to you and JJ, making the latter reluctantly release you from his embrace. “It was going to take a genius such as myself to get you two to stop being stupid,” He boasted, resting his arms on the back of the couch. 

“Yeah,” Kie said sarcastically. “You’re a real mastermind, JB.”

“I’m guessing this was all you, Kie?”

“You mean the only plan that had any form of logic to it? Why, yes, my dear Y/N/N, it was.”

“I think my plan would’ve worked.”

“Pope,” Sarah giggled. “Your plan was to lock them in a room until they confessed.”

“It’s a tried and tested tactic,” He argued. “It works in almost every rom-com.”

“You see what I have to deal with,” Kiara said to you, pointing at the group’s resident genius.

It didn’t take long for the Chateau to fall into comfortable conversation. John B pulled Sarah down onto the couch, taking up the rest of the space, and Kiara forced Pope and Cleo into a game of poker, using some of JJ’s weed stash as ‘chips’

JJ threw his arm over your shoulders and smiled down at you as you and John B engaged in a heated debate of ‘Marvel vs DC’. It was a small thing but when you lifted your hand to grab the hand that hung over your shoulder and intertwine your fingers, he took a deep breath. It was so small, so insignificant but so domestic that JJ was hit with a wave of emotion. 

Things were changing, but for once in his life, change was a good thing. 

His disdain for you used to burn like fire, heating his skin, and making it difficult to breathe. It was like it was there, just waiting to incinerate him and everything he loved. 

He still felt that fire but now it was more of a candle, lighting the parts of himself that only you would see.

It helped that you looked beautiful in candlelight. 

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