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throwawayfish · 3 years

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: moving from new york city to the outerbanks was already difficult in itself. but having to deal with being hated by a blonde surfer who questioned your existence made it harder to keep a secret you cannot disclose. especially when his friends roped you into what they called a gold game

warnings: focuses on how you got to the outer banks, language, mild derogatory terms, mentions of death, adoption, accidents

a/n: my second series! hope you guys like this as much as the first one. let me know if you want to be added to my taglist.

the atrocious heat of the sun hit your substantially exposed body. as much as you didn’t want it to look too bare for people at the beach to have a free exhibit, the scorching july day made even your sheerest sundress too uncomfortable to wear.

you were unacquainted to the small island called the outerbanks. used to the chaotic hustle of new york city, it was as if life came to a sudden halt when you stepped out of the ferry to live a new life. a life where waking up early to avoid the morning frenzy on the subways and anticipating the city’s midnight madness was no longer your usual.

it did not take too long of living on the island that you mustered up knowledge about your new environment. how there are two sides of the island and two different groups. which meant it didn’t take long for you to realize that you were put in the kook category, just by the look of the houses in the area much like your own. but you hated it, the title and attention.

you closed your eyes, not minding the squeals and giggles of kids at the beach with their families. ignoring a few whistles you got and muttering of locals that you were sure were about you. as you blocked out the distractions, you laid under a palm tree seeking shade until the rays of light didn’t shine through the leaves anymore as the day progressed.

as the wind picked up, you headed back to figure eight, careful not to be followed by whoever. it has been a routine for you to do your laundry at the house as well as take a small amount of cash enough to suffice for a week or two. and as you finish what you need to do, lock all doors and go to where you felt safe and invisible, the cut.

life in new york city came naturally to you. growing up with adoptive parents made you thankful for them having to put up with you. it took years for you to open up when you were adopted, but when you did it was something you would even call magical. helena and marcus hawke made you feel loved you as their own, doing everything they can to make you have the best life to live, and for that you couldn’t be more happy. the house always smelling like freshly baked goods and breads. lively flowers littering the windowsills and the house well lit with the rolling stones playing no matter what the weather or season was.

it was a sudden shift in scenery. your brownstone that was once cozy became dull. one that could be a contender to houses used in horror films. you were closed off to people because of the handful of times you’ve had a foster home just for them to put you back in the system once they got tired of you, so you learned not to get comfortable.

you came home from school one gloomy, winter day. cheeks red and tight from the blizzard you barely just escaped. the house blue despite the candles and lamps doing everything they can to improve it. you heard thumping from upstairs, voices loud enough for you to hear them trying to keep it down. thinking that it was your parents who just got home from their three day business trip, up the rickety stairs you went. you were welcomed by your aunt in your dad’s old art room, the one turned into a boring office.

noticing the almost bare walls and a surprisingly clean desk, you knocked on the slightly opened door. two pairs of eyes were suddenly looking at you. cold ones, which only heightened your worries.

“what are you guys doing?!” you pointed at the wedding canvas that was taken down and leaning on the bookshelf. not meaning to raise your voice at them, you muttered a soft sorry and went back to scanning the room.

“y/n, you are coming to brooklyn with us.” vera, your aunt said dryly, making your head snap in her direction. austin, her husband didn’t bother looking at you and continued rummaging through the drawers and putting them in piles.

“austin, what are you doing? and what do you mean i’m going to brooklyn? where’s mom?!” tears were threatening to fall down your now warm cheeks though you didn’t have any idea why. but with the looks on their faces and actions, you could tell something was going on. mainly because the family you have been adopted into had too much pride to just accept you as their own blood, despite your parents loving you from the moment they saw you.

“helena and marcus got in a car accident yesterday. dead on arrival. now i don’t have much time, i have a busy schedule so will you please just pack. we’re leaving in a bit.”

you felt your heart breaking. it was like a huge punch in the face, the one that knocks you out and you forget what happened hours prior when you wake. and then you felt it, the feeling of being closed off because people who are important left once again, leaving you all alone.

“and you’re gonna tell me this when?! when they’re burried?! fuck!” austin strided towards you, vera not holding him back when he gripped your arm rather harshly.

“you should be thankful we’re even here, you ungrateful bitch! if it weren’t for the will i would be kicking you out into the streets so you can be a drug addict just like your real mom when she gave you up! now go pack!”

his words and behaviour were unexpected. of course you accepted the judgemental stares and coldness gave you every time there were gatherings or meetings your parents brought you to. you learned to accept that they will never treat you normally as part of the family, but you have never imagined it escalating to this. and with what he said, you further confirmed he was bad news.

you ran to your room, hurriedly gathering the things most important to you. including the shark tooth necklace your dad gave you when he gave you a tour of their lab. heading out the door, you turned back to grab the cassette he always played on the radio. you opened it to check if it was not damaged, and as you slid the tape out of the cardboard protector a pink paper your mom loved writing on fell on the floor.

to panic was your first instinct, especially with the footsteps approaching the room. so you hid the paper in your pocket together with your emotions just in time before your aunt barged through the door.

“i’m sorry for the way he acted, but it’s not like you didn’t deserve it. we’re leaving in ten minutes whether you like it or not. ten minutes.” she uttered and left, goosebumps travelling your body from her piercing eyes.

you immediately shut the door, doing your hardest to make the slightest sound. then you leaned against it and fished out for the letter. it was your mom’s handwriting, you haven’t started reading anything and just saw the usual cursive letters and just like that tears poured down your cheeks.

the letter contained information, of how to get into an island you had never heard of in your life. so you reached for the envelope said to be under your nightstand which contained fifty thousand dollars. and you were off, into the cold not caring for the protests of your aunt and uncle. smashing and throwing away your phone, with your duffel bag slung over your shoulder, you hollered for a cab, and to the airport you headed.

the letter contained fairly easy instructions, but it was difficult to ponder. the letter said to look for heyward and once you asked around as you stepped off the ferry, you were led to meet with a man with a welcoming aura, finishing up some groceries before ushering you onto another boat when you introduced yourself.

it was more or less half an hour when the dated boat parked on a dock of a huge estate not isolated but far enough from other mansions. the outside was surrounded with bright green grass. cobblestones in perfect placement lining the path to the front porch with large antique oakwood doors.

as you dropped your bag into the tiled floor, you heaved a deep sigh. looking at heyward as you forced a kind smile.

“thank you. my parents must really trust you if they told me to find you.” he nodded as if he bowed, looking around the bare living room before answering.

“you’re safe here, kid. and you’ll figure it out. you’re brave to go to a place you don’t know, especially from new york. it takes guts.” you raised the corners of your lips which he returned

the short stay you were in the house you noticed minor details that could be of great significance. no decorations or paintings on the walls, it was different back in the city as your dad loved art. no antiques suiting your mom’s taste, and no sign of anyone having lived there. the massive space only decorated with necessary furniture.

and with that, as heyward tapped your upper arm and turned around, you called out “is there somewhere i could stay that will not capture attention?”

you hated the feeling of asking him such question. after driving the boat to your house that are bright to the eyes of people, here you are asking for another place to stay. you felt like you were interrupting his tight schedule, but you felt worse thinking that you were bragging. he was occupied with his job when you arrived, working hard to make a living and you don’t even have to worry about paying for another house.

negative thoughts were wiped out of your mind when he let out a laugh, tapping his temple with his pointer finger “i knew you’re a hawke! smart kid. i know a place. but you stay here for a bit to explore. i’ll pick you up after a delivery i have to make.” you nodded, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders.

as he stepped out the door, he peeked one last time gaining back your attention “third room to the left upstairs, the small wine cooler is a safe, i’m sure you’ll know where to find the code.”

it was a peaceful drive that even you were surprised, used to having clouded thoughts that you cannot seem to get rid off. having the windows down definitely did you wrong as a loud honk of a horn from a rundown volkswagen startled you along with its bright headlights, making you swerve your jeep.

the probability of you crashing was high, being that you closed your eyes trying to control the vehicle. it just so happens that you are lucky enough to have pressed on the brakes faster before falling in a ditch.

heavy breaths escaped your now pale lips, your heart pounding twice the speed you were driving before the unfortunate incident.

“oh my god! are you okay?!” you heard a girls voice query in a loud tone as you tried to steady your breathing. you nodded quickly but she did not buy it, the shaking of your head made you panicked state apparent.

you looked up, three pairs of eyes glancing intently at you. “john b you stupid asshole!” she yelled once again as you observed all of their expressions. blue eyes catching your attention but breaking the contact as you tried to start the car once again only for it turn off.

“shit” it wasn’t unheard by the three teenagers as you turned the ignition for the hundredth time “we can give you a ride if you want.” the guy who the brunette lass called john b offered, you looked at him and back at the other for confirmation earning nods except from the blonde one.

“we’re not giving a kook a free ride.” he declared and your doe eyes widened by the statement not knowing how he can identify your so called title before relaxing as you watched scan your car.

“good to know that if i died i would’ve died right here because your bus is pogue exclusive.” you rebutted. he let out a laugh, the three others merely watching the exchange

“it’s a van, princess. not a bus.” his remark made you roll your eyes. you didn’t know if it was because of the reply itself or the nickname he gave you, nonetheless it made your stomach turn.

“don’t be a prick. come on, we’ll help you get your car back tomorrow.” the girl once again said. it was late at night, so as much as you wanted to decline, you had no choice but to agree. especially when her smile made you feel welcome despite the inhospitable approach of the blonde.

a shriek was let out by another boy when the sliding door was opened, the others let out a laugh and you couldn’t help to do so too by the sight of him trying to cover his lower area even with boxers.

“didn’t know we have a guest i would’ve prepared!” you giggled with the three, accepting his hand as he introduced himself as pope. the others soon doing the same except that one boy once again.

“do you have a problem with me?” you couldn’t help but ask out of annoyance. “i don’t need to explain myself to you, kook.” he answered under his breath and avoided your stare.

problems with any body on the island is one thing you wished to avoid, so at any given circumstance, and because you have the excuse for it, you played your last card.

“i’m a pogue, stupid.”

attention was on you, even john b who slowly stopped driving and looked back to ask you where you lived. making a u turn once you told him where your house was on the cut.

“are you new?” pope uttered starting a conversation. you shook your head, already having come up with a lie “lived here my whole life.” a scoff was let out and you looked at the blonde once again

“how come we haven’t seen you here before?” he asked, and you smirked “that’s because i’m a vampire, you just got lucky to spot me tonight.” the others laughed, making you comfortable to stand your ground against the blue eyed boy

“i still haven’t gotten a name you know.” all you got was a frown which turned to a smirk “that’s for me to know and y—” “it’s jj!” “kie!” you laughed at the altercation, secretly wishing to have a friendship like theirs as you watched them playfully slap and kick each other.

“a pogue with a brand new jeep, interesting.” he blurted out and drilled a hole into your head with his cerulean eyes “i’ll let you take it for a spin don’t worry.” he hastily shook his head, an irritated look on his face “i don’t want anything to do with you so fuck off will ya?”

as your eyes widened you let out a whistle and raised your hands in defeat. telling john b to let you out as your house is not far enough. for your own good and the blonde pogue’s sake.

you barely started your walk when you heard footsteps approach. turning around, you were ready to defend yourself from whoever would cause you harm, but were met by the boy who just made it clear he hated your presence.

“you don’t come up behind someone like that! i could’ve taken your eye out!” you wished to call the silence comfortable if it weren’t for the stares of the jj creeping into your arms and back. reciprocating the attention, you noticed he was staring just below your face. you were about to call him out when you glanced down your neck, where your shark tooth necklace carefully sat.

“why are you here—” “where’d you get that?” he asked sincerely, sending a tightening feeling on your throat. “found it laying somewhere. not that it’s your business. why are you here?” you lied and asked once again

“john b told me to tell you he’s picking you up tomorrow to get your car.” he stuttered, “okay cool.” you quickly muttered and turned around not wanting to further drag the interaction.

convincing yourself to relax, the blonde boy was bothered as he went back to the twinkie, letting out a laugh of dismay “she’s hiding something.” his friends furrowed their brows, ready to hear what he has to say

“she’s hiding something and i’m gonna find out what it is. even if it means being around her annoying ass.”

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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The Hybrid (I)

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: The Pogues rekindle their friendship with their old childhood best friend and JJ’s first crush, Y/N. Old feelings resurface for JJ and Y/N, possibly leading to a summer neither one of them could ever forget. Due to past trauma, Y/N is reluctant to let anyone into her heart, but JJ never backs down from a challenge, even if he knows it will come back to haunt him in the end.

Note: Thank you for being patient with me as I slowly write this series. I had this idea a long time ago and I’m not finding motivation to write it but the inspiration comes and go. I smile with every comment that is left on my fics and I’m so grateful for this community. Thank you for letting me pursue my creative writing without judgement. Love you guys! (Also, yes. If you didn’t see my last note, I based YN’s family off of the Gilmore Girls characters. That’s who I picture as them.)

Word Count: 8k

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You wake up to someone falling on your bed next to you with a dramatic sigh. Knowing exactly who it is, you choose to ignore her and try getting back to the dreamless sleep you were peacefully having before you woke up.

That is, until she sighs again.

You flip onto your back and stare up at your ceiling fan that’s quickly spinning above you. “What, Rory?”

“How did it go with Andre and that boy?”

You look at her with one brow raised. “You woke me up to hear about Andre’s love life? That hardly sounds like you. You don’t care about high school drama or hookups.”

“You’re right,” Rory says. “But I thought I would ease you into what I actually need to tell you.”

You turn on right side and look at your sister confused. “What?”

She sighs. “The cafe’s basement flooded last night. Mom needs us there to help her clean up and take inventory on what’s salvageable.”

You turn back on you backside and close your eyes, exhaling a deep sigh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Unfortunately not,” Rory says and pats you twice on your covered thigh as she sits up. “Come on. I made you pre-cafe coffee. It’s sitting in the kitchen.”

You throw your sheets off of you and trudge to the bathroom to brush your teeth and clean your face. It’s about 8 a.m. At least you were able to get about six hours of sleep.

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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The Hybrid (Prologue)

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Note: So happy to be back with another series!!! I honestly really missed posting. Unlike Secrets of the Shore, updates will be slower because I don’t have them all written out yet. A couple things I wanted to let you know before you read. I based Y/N’s family off of Gilmore Girls. I thought they were the perfect fit for this story and the show in general and I just love their dynamic. (Including Luke who I renamed Steve for obvious reasons). Chapter 1 will explain more obviously but I wanted to give you guys a little snippet of the characters and relationships. So let me know what y'all think!

Word Count: 3.3k

Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth. It’s the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island. As you know, the Outer Banks is essentially divided into two groups. If we want to be blunt - it’s the rich and the poor. Figure Eight is home to the rich. Aka the Kooks. With houses bigger than necessary with extra rooms that go untouched, boats the size of homes on the Cut - the other side of the island. Most people who live on Figure Eight are your naturally raised assholes. People who don’t know the value of a dollar and take advantage of people who do most of their dirty work that lets them prance around the island with perfectly manicured fingernails. These hard workers are the Pogues. They live on the south side of the island where most Kooks wouldn’t be found dead. They serve fancy meals at the country club for shitty tips, mow lawns, and work their asses off at any other job for minimum wage. The drastic difference in lifestyles tend to cause many spats and arguments between the two communities. Especially between the teenagers who still don’t know how to control their raging emotions or know when to bite back their tongue. For the Kooks, every fight is a fight for dominance where as the Pogues fight for equality - to put the Kooks in their place. Many of these fights happen at summer parties where the two groups clash to find a good time with their friends filled with alcohol, drugs, and good music.

That’s where they find themselves tonight. The infamous Pogues. John B, JJ, Kie, Pope, and now Sarah Cameron. Although born a natural Kook, she’s earned her spot next to the adventurous teens and her boyfriend. Unlike her brother Rafe who basically is the leader of his notorious group. Topper and Kelce are his best friends who follow him blindly.

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

requested by @k-roleplay20 “can you do a punk jj one?” here it is! idek if i even gave this justice because i wasn’t sure with the plot i had in mind but i hope you still like it!

summary: in which your boyfriend just couldn’t wait for summer to start

warnings: there is no kook academy, punk/troublemaker!jj, fluff, language, alcohol, vaping, typos, brief mention of beating

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every student in the outerbanks were on the edge of their seats, the clock ticking seemingly slower than it’s already slow speed. it was the last hour of class on the last day of school, which to the lack of luck you and your five other friends had, the subject you all had was science. taught by the most strict yet quiet teacher in the school.

you sat in your seat, slouching as you waited for the bell for the start of class. the notebook you had in front of you had a mix of doodles and notes you never even looked at again after copying them.

john b and sarah was on the other side of the room farthest from you, pope being pope, requested to be seated at the very front with kiara just a few seats back from him. you were the last person at the row by the window, making you more fidgety and excited to be done school as you watched the trees sway with the warm wind, the bright blue ocean in view at the horizon.

the clacking of dress shoes against the dilapidated tiles echoed in the room, followed by the sound of shuffling boots and screeches of desks that the person ran into while going to their seat.

jj maybank huffed a breath and ran a hand through his golden locks as you watched. him turning his head to you when he felt your piercing stare.

“what’d you do, jj?” you whispered to your boyfriend as the teacher had his back turned to write on the board. he shrugged, a small smirk evident on his natural rose tinted lips. “don’t ignore me now.” he didn’t listen as he inserted his bluetooth earphones you gifted him on his thirteenth birthday. you saved up on it once you saw him eyeing it when you went window shopping on the mainland, the “best present ever” as he said and wore since then. you guys are juniors now.

as he carefully placed it in his ears, the rock music he always loved shielding him from the he loud shrilling sound of the fire alarm circulated the hallways, which then set the one inside your room. you slapped his shoulders as you still remained in your seat, the four of your friends had their curious gazes on the both of you as the others panicked.

mr. pate scurried out the door, definitely meeting with the other teachers in the hallways to see if it was a real one as teachers are usually informed if there are drills, also, it was the last day of school. who in their right mind would effectuate a drill on the last day of school.

after flicking the bud inserted in his ear, he looked at you and laughed. your friends huddling in your area to listen to whatever he had to say. “sarah, by how smart you are i can’t believe rafe’s your brother.”

all of you furrowed your brows, still looking at him intently prompting him to continue. “i passed by him in the hallways, definitely going to ditch class.” he chuckled and scratched his temple before finishing his story “just a casual run in, nothing serious...”

tucking his vape pen in his back pocket, the blonde boy strides his way down the quiet cafeteria on the way to the hallways to his room. faint conversations from the closed classroom doors heard from the distance. he ventured to his own room wanting to get the last hour done and over with and ready to bask up in relaxation with his best friends under the sun.

he was well known in the institution. the first one to ever show up with a nose ring in sixth grade, the first one to get tattoos of each of the pogues’ initials- which you all said was dumb but appreciated him anyway, and the one who’s known to have had a gun once at a kegger a few years back.

not a week goes by without the fire alarm going off, him getting detention or a student walking around oblivious that they have toilet paper on their tails. the whole school knows who he was, knowing to never step over the line he set for him, you and the pogues.

that is just mostly the whole school though. a few kooks, namely rafe, topper and kelce, we’re the ones to try and match his antics. obviously failing as being a pogue just gives the boy advantages when it came to verbal banters, more so physical altercations.

so when the boy passed by the leader of the three kooks he hated the guts of, he just couldn’t keep his mouth from saying something. “wish i had the money to just skip class. luckily for me though, i’m not losing brains.” he muttered, still staring straight to where he’s headed

the harsh gaze from rafe was enough for jj to feel it. it didn’t faze him, but noticed that the boy was holding something foiled in his hand, for that reason he faced him with a smug aura “hungry now, are you bubba.” he teased, the kook stepped forward as if he was going to launch himself at jj, but he knew better than to serve detention on the last day of school.

“it’s fine, i’d do it too, but again, i don’t have daddy’s money.” rafe ran his hand through his already slicked back hair, obviously controlling his temper “you know burritos are better heated up.” jj suggested gesturing at the microwave behind the other blonde boy “why do you care? get to class pogue! wouldn’t want daddy to beat you up.”

jj’s jaw clenched at the mention of his father, his knuckles turning white but he didn’t do anything but laugh as he continued to walk, knowing that there’s only a few minutes til the last bell rings.

“foils in microwaves are also a lie. tried it a hundred times nothing ever happens. just don’t remove the foil, don’t want your precious bean burrito exploding.” he spoke loudly without sparing rafe another glance. he heard the microwave door shut, three beeps faintly heard after that, the smirk he had had just grown further as he knew what was bound to happen. so he started to count.

he was just in time as he entered the classroom just behind mr. pate. hurrying to sit at the back row beside you with a smirk planted on his face, muttering a low “the longest minute of my life.”

by this time the intercom gave out the staticky voice of the principal, saying that any student finish with any current task at hand is free to go. reminding them to avoid taking the front doors as it was through the cafeteria. you and your friends stood up, gathering your stuff while laughing as the blonde boy finished his story with his usual animated expressions.

once the fresh yet humid breeze of kildare hit your skin, you cannot help but close your eyes to relish the feeling, realization hit you that you have the whole summer to feel this with your friends as you explore the island once again. making it seem so big with the spontaneous adventures you always have.

you opened your eyes quickly by the chaste kiss placed on your cheek, the blonde pogue’s arms around you as you walked behind the rest on the way to the twinkie. just then he pulled a silver container from the side of his bag, your eyes widening as he gulped down the liquid and had the audacity to offer you some

“JJ!” you basically shrieked causing the group to look back at you. them laughing as they glanced at the flask held out to you. “you seriously had alcohol in school? on the last day. what if you got caught?!” he shrugged you off and kissed you on the lips, your facade of annoyance fading away

“baby, i’m not mischief maybank for nothing.”

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄

it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

moving from new york city to the outerbanks was already difficult in itself. but having to deal with being hated by a blonde surfer who questioned your existence made it harder to keep a secret you cannot disclose. especially when his friends roped you into what they called a gold game (𝐨𝐧-𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠!)

𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

if meeting at a target late at night means you’d have a new found friend...then so be it.

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

some things are worth the worry for. in this case, it’s someone.

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄

in which she cannot see what’s behind the line that separates the island, but he does.

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰

𝐌𝐑. 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅

in which your boyfriend just couldn’t wait for summer to start

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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awe thank you! 🤍

𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

warnings: platonic!rafe x reader, asshole jj, foul language, alcohol use, sexual comments, fighting, lowercase intended, typos for sure

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

it’s been a week since your confrontation with rafe. sharing occasional smiles whenever you pass by each other, but aside from that, you made sure not to engage in conversation with him anymore. the thing is though, he went back to his old ways. exchanging foul banters with the pogues every chance he gets, and this time, including you.

the howling, humid atmosphere grazed your skin as you stepped inside the chateau, carrying a picnic basket full of sandwiches to bring for your fishing trip. everyone offered an enthusiastic greeting, pope offering to bring the things you brought to the pogue.

the rest followed, john b motioning to the spare room that jj claimed as his own. you arrive at the sight of his shirtless figure, sitting half up on the bed “ready to go?” you asked, holding out your hand for him to take. rather than taking it, he pushed himself up and nodded, muttering a low “yeah” as he passed you

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you screamed out, not meaning to but had to. he stopped dead in his tracks, surprised by your sudden outburst.

“so you’re going back to your old ways...huh” he turned around, his posture looking like he doesn’t want to deal with you at the moment, but you didn’t care as you let out a scoff, rolling your eyes as you looked at anything but him while still passing on the message that you were pissed.

“can you not start? it’s too early” he replied, acting oblivious as to what you were referring to “i don’t care, jj! it’s never too early to have this talk with you! because apparently it’s never ‘too early’ for you when kie wakes you up before sunrise to fix a stupid fucking flat tire!”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugged and you just exhaled in defeat, knowing that none of what you said would raise a concern “just forget it,” you started “i don’t wanna be in bad terms a day before your birthday. i’m sorry for what i said.” you apologized and walked out without waiting for a reply

your sundress flowed freely with the breeze as you felt the blonde behind you. you stopped when you were pulled back and bumped in his toned chest “y/n?” he muttered, you hummed as a queue for him to continue “i wanna make it up to you, for my shitty attitude towards you lately. you have anything you wanna do?”

forgetting the feud that was just exchanged, a smile made its way to your face, launching yourself towards him as he luckily caught the back of your legs “actually...since your birthday’s tomorrow, you wanna pick me up at work on the mainland? we can go out to dinner and come back just in time for the kegger i know you’re surely throwing.”

the boy’s signature smirk came in to view as he nodded and gave you a chaste kiss on your velvet lips, still having your body flushed against his. the calls and protests of the others from the boat cut your moment short, “oh cut it” you laughed as the day was spent fishing and soaking in the warmth of the sun.

the next day came and you were definitely more excited than the one whose birthday it is. waking up earlier than usual beside his golden figure, you took out some ingredients for breakfast. it was rare for you to cook as you always just make cereal or sandwiches for breakfast as you know you’re eventually going to get free food from the wreck, but today was a special day so you decided to exert more effort.

as you were setting up the tray of food to bring to him in bed, footsteps from the room became louder as it approached you. making you wonder why the birthday boy was up when the sun just barely even risen.

“morning, love.” you greeted with a sweet smile, walking up to him to wrap him in a warm embrace as you kissed him on the cheek and wished him a happy birthday, to which he responded with a thank you and a quick hug

“i cooked you breakfast. it was supposed to be a breakfast in bed kinda thing but you beat me to it. why are you up so early?” you asked as you motioned on the plated food. you watched him as he grabbed a piece of bacon and walked to the surfboards you had hung up on the wall

“kie invited me to surf this morning, i’m actually running late so i have to go.” he answered and tucked the surfboard under his arm. your smile faltered, a heavy feeling in your chest as you watched him start to walk towards the door

“aren’t you gonna eat with me atleast? i put effort into making this.” you said quite loudly, a desperate undertone in your voice as he stopped and turned around a bit

“thanks but sorry, y/n. you can just cover it and i’ll eat it later. i promised kie and i’m really late.” he went halfway out the door before peeking in one last time “besides, it’s my birthday, i can do whatever i want.”

you got ready for work, your hair tied up in a messy yet neatly done side braid. despite the disappointment the morning brought you, your last stop was the chateau. wanting to remind your boyfriend to pick you up once your shift ends.

when you arrived, the kid you who you recognized your closest to in terms of school and books with was out by the front porch. doing his usual nerdy routine that you adored so much

“sup pope!” you shouted, making him look up and offer a hand to do your handshake “look who’s ready for work” he replied which made you do a twirl and pose

“where’s he?” you asked and looked around “still out surfing with kie, john b is i don’t know where, heard he’s hanging out at the eight a lot lately.” you had mixed feeling with his answer. happy that what rafe said about john b having a thing with sarah could definitely be true, but a melancholy feeling replacing it immediately as you could just imagine what your boyfriend was doing

“oh..um..well, imma head to work. i don’t think i’ll be able to get a hold of jj so can you just remind him to pick me up tonight? don’t tell him but i’ll set up a quick dinner date since i’m closing tonight. we’ll be back in time for the kegger.” you explained and he smiled, reassuring you that he will grant your request

“see you later! be safe, y/n.” you turned around and saluted the awkward yet charming boy before you went your way.

it wasn’t a busy day in all of kildare at the moment, not having too much people to share a shade with as you waited for the ferry. you were preoccupied watching men taking out tanks of gasoline from the boat to the dock when you heard a familiar voice not too far from you.

“hey pogue! i heard your princess is throwing a little tea party tonight” you snapped your head into his direction, a smirk coming to the side of your lips as you leaned back comfortably on your seat.

“wanna play dress up as well, kook?” you bantered “nah i would love to see him wear a skirt though, you know, make a fool outta himself.” you rolled your eyes at his answer crossing your arms as he sat beside you

“you gonna be there?” he asked and you nodded before answering “he’s gonna pick me up before we go there” the prince nodded, staring out to the horizon as he accompanied you in waiting for the ferry

“so how have you been?” he asked, seriousness heard in his voice “i’ve been better, i miss you though not gonna lie. and don’t get too cocky now, i miss sarah and wheezie too.” he let out a chuckle, putting his hands up in surrender “if you say so.”

“so any plans tonight? gonna get laid by the blondie or what?” you cringed at the joke and flipped the bird “i know you’re going, rafe. promise me you won’t be any trouble.” you looked up at him and he shrugged “whatever makes you happy.”

just then the whistle from the ferry enveloped the area. you stood up and grabbed your purse as you looked at him one last time that day

“hey! it’s nice talking to you again.” he shouted, you waved goodbye as you walked up the steps, exchanging farewell smiles without the knowledge of having a certain blue eyed boy watching from afar.

as the sun hid behind the horizon, teens from all parts of the island basked under the warm hues it left the boneyard’s now picturesque surrounding. it didn’t matter what part of the island each individual was from, as long as no one will step over the boundaries that every group has set, no one will trip over and everyone will be united with one thing, and one thing only. keggers.

the pogues, without you, have arrived and claimed their usual spot by the broken tree trunk just near the shore. handing out beers to whoever wanted them; clueless tourons and ignorant kooks who just want to be rebels for the night despite having the access to their dad’s expensive wine cellar.

jj was having the time of his life, dancing with the other girl from your friend group and further feeding his ego with the flirtatious greetings of any girl that he interacts with. blatantly ignoring the possibility that news will eventually come to you.

pope observed the birthday celebrant, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around kiara and swayed their bodies together, wanting to remind the blonde for the hundredth time that he has to pick you up from work— which he definitely forgot. more so consumed a good amount of alcohol to do so and too preoccupied to remember.

and there you were alone at the restaurant you worked at. the candles burned out and a now cold dinner for two waiting at the table for someone you were sure is never going to show up, yet you waited.

you volunteered to close for the day so you can use the space to surprise him, instead you were the one surprised. not by a face screaming the words i love you and thank you, no. you were surprised by silence, or rather the fact that he forgot and let you be alone.

tears were threatening to fall down by the minute, but you shrugged it off and decided to clean up. playing your favourite song on the speakers to distract you from the sound of your breaking heart.

it wasn’t until the well known kooks arrived when jj’s attention was caught. red solo cup in their hands and the neatly steamed shirts hugging their physique.

not even sparing a second, it seems like the atmosphere had changed from being rollick to heavy. tension growing thicker in the air and the only way to stop it is to address the elephant in the room.

“look at the motherfucker! too wasted to even know his duties, it’s not even midnight yet!” rafe told his friends topper and kelce before turning to their rivals “hey yo jj! you fucked any one yet, birthday girl?!” he mocked, cupping his lips as he shouted to amplify his voice

with the alcohol in his system, jj didn’t waste any second to launch himself at the kook, grabbing his collar as their friends followed to stop the commotion.

“repeat what you just said and i’ll fucking kill you!” rafe let out a sarcastic laugh, not even fazed by the rage jj was giving out

“don’t worry, i’ll gladly tell y/n you’re basically throwing yourself on anyone who has boobs and an ass that talks to you.” he answered and observed the change of the blonde’s demeanour “oh wait, how will i be able to tell her if you let her be alone on the mainland?”

jj felt pilloried, not only did he realize what he has done, but to be reminded by his mortal enemy about the mess he made just made it worse.

“take care of this friend of yours, kiara! seems like you’re becoming closer than close. do your job, will ya?” rafe added before pushing jj away from him, too hard that he fell on his back on the sand with kiara rushing to the rescue.

“rafe i think you need to shut your mouth.” he looked to the side, john b catching his attention. “oh look who it is, topper!” he tapped his friend on the chest with the back of his hand and pointed at the brunette. letting out a laugh as if he knows things that a lot don’t.

“now i get why you guys are so close! you’re a bunch of cheaters,” he started and looked at pope who quietly asked “what the fuck is he talking about?” to john b which didn’t go unheard

“your supposed friend here, john b, influenced my bitch of a sister to cheat on topper can you imagine? and i know you notice about this thing going on with these two..” he motioned to jj and kiara who was now standing beside each other

“i thought you were smart, why are you hanging out with people who cheat? did you cheat on your exams too? is that what got you to be a scholarship candidate? damn!” rafe shouted just to infuriate the group more than they already are

rafe walked away, leaving his friends behind as he hurried to his car. shrugging off the fact that he had drank, not wanting to surround himself with people any further.

jj, on the other hand, let him go without another word. knowing what he cannot say anything to defend himself as all the kook said was somewhat true.

the fresh air from the ferry somehow helped with the way you tried to calm yourself down. as you got down the stairs, you clutched your bag as you got ready for your long walk in the dark.

that was until two courtesy honks were made which made you turn your head to the source. with his windows rolled down and the silhouette of his side features, you immediately knew who it was.

“you have a shitty boyfriend. come on i’ll drive you home.”

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The Bitchy Twin

JJ x female!Reader

(Y/N)’s twin sister has no chill when it comes to flirting with her man and (Y/N) tries to hide her jealously because… nobody knows JJ’s her man

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I reminded myself everyday about the fact that JJ and I were breaking possibly the first rule imposed amongst us Pogues: no Pogue-on-Pogue macking. John B, Pope and Kiara were totally oblivious to our forbidden macking that has been going on for almost two months now. I couldn’t exactly say that we were dating, mostly because we never discussed the status of whatever we had. I just knew that after a drunken kiss at a kegger we couldn’t get enough of each other and had been secretly hooking up. Another thing that reminded me about that useless rule was my twin sister, Avery. Twin, but the complete opposite of my being. Even though she didn’t really hang out with us, she knew about our rules and she was also in the dark about what was going on between me and the blonde Pogue, that’s why my eyes were burning holes in her skull as I watch her flirt with JJ, who, bless his soul, looked confused and lost, not knowing what to do or say, and I couldn’t do anything about it because I should have no reason to be jealous. Apparently. Because nobody knew we were sort of a thing and it would be weird and suspicious to be jealous, even though I was aware that I wasn’t hiding it very well. One of the many disadvantages of macking in secret was that I still had to watch JJ flirt with other people, if that didn’t happen then it would be clear that something was wrong. JJ Maybank not flirting with a pretty girl at a party? Unusual, not to say out of this world, so I just had to deal with it and pretend it didn’t bother me. One thing that put my mind at ease though was knowing that he didn’t hook up with anyone else, something I worried about at first because I knew he wasn’t fond of commitment, but I wasn’t blind to the way he looked at me, differently from his random hook ups, from any goddess look alike touron he used to drool over. He showed me plenty of times that I wasn’t just another hook up or a fuck buddy. There were feelings there, we just didn’t really know what to do with them or how to talk about them, so, we just macked on each other.

We were all hanging out at The Wreck as we waited for Kie’s shift to end so we could all go to the beach. Avery decided to join us, saying she would meet up with some of her friends at the beach too and would hang with us while she waited for them to arrive. I regretted letting her come along because now I had to witness my dear sister shamelessly flirt with JJ, caressing him in ways that were making me gag and talking about shit nobody cared about, John B’s eye rolls and Pope’s pressed lips making that very clear. I was too busy murdering my twn with my eyes to notice my blonde best friend stealing glances at me for help. He was almost as uncomfortable as Pope, that meant he was really, really desperate. That wouldn’t be the case if we weren’t “together”. He would flirt back, for sure, not giving a shit about her being his best friend’s twin sister. But watching the scene in front of me, somehow that comforted me, meaning he respected me enough considering we weren’t officially together and never established a commitment. But yeah, Avery was still getting on my nerves, for “no reason”.

“Alright guys, I’m done, we can go.”

Kie’s voice snapped me out of my mental assassination and I heard John B and Pope sight n relief, knowing they could finally get away from the annoying brunette version of myself. JJ was the first one to stand up, saying he had to use the restroom before we could go, but we all knew it was just to take a break from Avery. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister, but she can be a handful sometimes. She had an attitude that got on people’s nerves a lot of times and it was hard for her to understand and respect limits, no matter how many times I called her out, she thought she was right and that it was other people’s fault. I hated that about her. She was also the kind of person that would hit on guys knowing they were taken, so, imagine if she knew JJ and I had a thing… yeah, she wouldn’t care and yes, she would do that to me. Avery was the pettiest of petty and could be a total bitch, sometimes I couldn’t believe we shared our mom’s womb.

We all decided to step outside and wait for JJ near the van. Pope caught up with me on out way there and whispered.

“I know she’s your sister and we’re supposed to like her, but please, don’t bring her with you ever again.”

“I know, Pope, I know. And I didn’t want to bring her, you know how she is, she invites herself and can’t accept when people say no.” John B caught a bit of our conversation and joined us.

“Yeah, I mean, JJ not flirting back? And actually trying ro run away? That means she’s really not it. Sorry (Y/N).”

“No need to apologize, I live with her, I know how it is.”

“Can I ride shotgun?”, my sister’s voice interrupted our hushed conversation. Nobody even bothered answering because she was already climbing inside.

“Lord give me patience.”, Kie sighted, opening the sliding door so we could all climb inside too. I decided to stay outside and wait for JJ, who didn’t take much longer to meet us in the van.

“You alright?”, I asked him.

“Yep.”

I noticed he was acting quieter than usual but I just let it go, understanding that he, just like all of us, just wanted to get rid of Avery’s company. I would definitely ask him about it later though because I was sure there was more to it.

Arriving at the beach, it was almost hilarious to see which one of us could leave the van faster and run away from Avery’s stupid rants. I was sure John B wanted to jump out of the moving van, not even caring if he was the one driving, just so my sister would shut up. She was driving everyone crazy, I was sure even Pope would consider stealing a joint from JJ.

“I’m going to meet with my friends.”, Avery said after everyone was out of the van and then turned to John B, “Thanks for the lift. handsome.” If I wasn’t so annoyed with my sister right now, I would’ve laughed at the boy’s face, who turned his attention to his surfboard on the vehicle’s roof to avoid hearing more from her. She winked at JJ on her way and I had to breathe deeply to control myself from going at her. I was reaching my limit of having her throwing herself at my friends, especially JJ, who discretely held my hand and squeezed it gently, as if telling me to shrug it off, convincing me with a smile and his usual flirty wink.

Kie and I were chilling on our surfboards after catching some waves, the boys decided to ditch the ocean after a while to go play some weird game. I could spot Avery and her obnoxious friends not too far from where the boys were and I was about to comment with Kie how I hoped she wouldn’t have the horrendous idea of joining us with her little group, but as if our twin telepathy (if that was actually a thing a shared with her) had kicked in, I saw her getting up from her spot and make her way to where the three guys played with each other.

“Is this our cue to go?”, Kie asked, apparently noticing Avery’s plan too.

“Oh yeah, it is.”

Avery wasted no time in starting conversation with JJ, who was now clearly annoyed and honestly, I had no idea how she couldn’t see the negative effect she was having on him. How blind do you have to be to not see when someone doesn’t want you around? Did we really have to actually say it?

“Avery, why aren’t you with your friends?”, I asked, as I put down my surfboard, a tad aggressively.

“Just wanted to know if the boys were interested in joining us.”, she smiled that I want it, I got it smile of hers that, unluckily for her, didn’t work with the Pogues.

“We’re good Avery, thank you.”, Kie answered, stepping closer to me in case I lost my shit, which was noticeable it wouldn’t take much longer for that to happen.

“It was actually just the boys. Or,”, she pointed at JJ, “you know.”, and smirked.

“Look, Avery,”, JJ started, “I appreciate the interest but I have a girlfriend.”

To say everyone was shocked, me included, was putting it lightly. Pope and Kie’s mouths were wide opened and John B looked confused, still processing what he just heard. I, on the other hand, smiled victoriously. I knew JJ probably wouldn’t say I was the girlfriend and I knew Avery wouldn’t really care about the existence of a girlfriend, but her momentaneously disappointed look made it worth it. She regained her confident composure and ran a hand through her hair, seductively.

“Oh but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you hang out with me for a bit.”

“Oh no, she would mind, and I really don’t like seeing her upset, I love her too much for that so if you could, you know, keep your distance, that would be nice.”

I had to contain my laugh with a hand over my mouth. Nobody was expecting that coming from JJ. I was finding it amusing until I replayed what he just said. I love her too much for that.

“Wait, what-”

“That’s cute.”, Avery interrupted me, answering bitterly, “Well your loss, pretty boy.”

“No, don’t think so.”

And with that, JJ’s hands grabbed my face and, next thing I knew, he was kissing me, right there, in front of my bitchy twin and our friends, who I swear I heard a gasp coming out of their mouths.

“Hold on-”, Kie started but was immediately cutted off by John B.

“Shh, let it happen.”

I couldn’t help but smile through the kiss, happy that we didn’t have to hide it anymore, not even caring if we would be lectured by the Pogues later for breaking a rule. And also, and mainly, because he said he loved me.

“Bye bitch.”, I assumed Avery went back to her friends by the way Kie spoke.

“Ok, guys, you can stop now, I’m getting just as uncomfortable as when Avery’s around.”, Pope commented.

We pulled away, smiling at each other like two idiots.

“You love me, huh? Did I break the unbreakable JJ Maybank?”, my voice was low so the others wouldn’t hear. They actually walked away a bit, as if giving us some space to talk, but I knew they were dying to know what the hell was going on.

“Yeah, you’re just that good.”, he winked.

“Well, it’s a good thing I love you too.”

I could tell he was trying not to smile so widely but he wasn’t able to control it, which made me chuckle at how cute he looked. He pulled against him with his arms tightly around my waist, bringing his lips back to mine. A possible makeout session didn’t take off thanks to John B, who finally had enough.

“Ok, I’m happy for you two and all that shit, but we need answers.”

“Yeah guys, what the hell?”, Kie added.

I shrugged my shoulders and answered serenely.

“It… just happened.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Two months, Pope, two wonderful months.”, JJ answered while throwing an arm over my shoulders.

“Did you fuck on the van? Please tell me you didn’t fuck on the van.”

“We didn’t fuck on the van, JB.”

“They totally fucked on the van.”, Pope whispered.

“Yeah we did.”

“JJ!”

“What? It’s true!”, he pointed to John B, “It’s not like you and Sarah never did it there either.”

“Ok, that’s it, I’m walking home.”, Kie threw her hands in the air.

The rest of the day was amazing. I always wondered what it would be like to be a real relationship with JJ and now I could say it was the most heartwarming thing I’ve ever experienced. Yes, he had his moments where he was kind of hard to deal with, but overall, he was a really loving person and I loved every second I spent with him, and now I was over the moon to finally be able to have that whenever I wanted, no longer worrying about keeping everything a secret. I could love my boy all I wanted with no fear, even with the constant teasing and jokes coming from the Pogues, honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

warnings: platonic!rafe x reader (not a lot in this chapter), fluff, angst, language, minor drowning incident, lowercase intended, typos for sure

a/n: we’ve reached the end of the series! whew! it’s been a long time coming. read to find out what happens to jj and y/n!! gif used is mine :)

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

the morning light didn’t shine through your windows for hours on the daily. the drawn curtains shielding you from the rays as you used as a barrier from the outside world, waking up later than what you’re used to. it was with bold determination that you managed to gather yourself and do what you normally would. get up, fix the bed, do bathroom agendas and cook food— either only for you or the best friends you had plans to meet with.

three days had passed since you last saw the group. staying within the rundown walls of your house, wallowing in heartbreak and, although you hate to admit it, self pity. but today was different, as pope persuaded her to surf - knowing that he was just trying to get her to go by using flattery - but she agreed after telling the lad he poor enticing skills.

the sun was at somehow at its peak as you arrived your usual spot, colossal waves in view as the silhouettes of your friends surfed from the distance. their laughs being carried away with the wind towards you let your feet sink in the hot sand.

though you loved hearing their faint laughters, the absence of the the one you were too nervous to run into once again didn’t come unnoticed. you propped your board by the palm tree that offered shade, peeling off the summer dress you had on as it revealed your favourite bikini. you waxed hastily, ready to get your body submerged in the ocean.

tucking your board under your arms, you ran to the white water that’s widespread on the shallow part, watching your friends wait for the set that was coming up as you ventured to them excitedly as you passed the shore break, using the riptide to get on the deep end faster.

once you reached the section they were at, it was as if it was your deep seated understanding with the rest to paddle out and catch waves of your own. it was deemed throughout the group- that eventually became passed on the island, that you and the blonde pogue were one’s greatest competition when it came to surfing. you both found it funny, setting the pressure aside and let your adoration for each other mask it.

the swells were developing faster, some breaking earlier than usual and some not being worth to catch. soon enough, the two boys left to rest for a little while, having been there an hour before kie and an extra half hour before you.

silence filled the air for awhile, the only thing easing the tension in the atmosphere was the crashing of the waves. it was soon ceased as the brunette spoke, “i’m sorry...” you looked at her, prompting her to continue “about you and jj.”

your lips formed a thin line, not knowing whether to make a face or smile. “i hope you guys could work it out.” that statement alone impelled you to let out a scoff.

“you’re actually telling me that...you’re actually telling me that?” you asked in annoyance, she bowed her head before building up the courage to speak again.

“we weren’t doing anything behind your back.” she started, “i know it doesn’t seem that way but believe me, we didn’t. i can’t do that to myself, to jj, and i respect and love you too much to do that to you.”

although you guys we’re still floating on your surfboards, hair and skin soaked in salty water, you could guarantee that a few tears fell from her eyes. but knowing kie and being best friends for so long, tears were not what you needed to have assurance of her sincerity, it was simply her bringing her walls down to talk her feelings away.

“i appreciate that a lot. i’m sorry too if i doubted you, it just wasn’t hard to do so when he has chosen you over me multiple times. and it’s not like it’s a bad thing to be closer than ever, he just doesn’t know how to get his priorities straight, i guess.” you answered, letting the water cradle you as you eased through a conversation.

it was not hard to forgive kiara, positive that what she was saying was true. you looked out to the horizon as you were at the apex of a wave, closing your eyes but cutting it short as you heard her speak, “he loves you...” you looked into her eyes and can see the honey colour of them spill out genuineness

“...so much. but he was doubting as well. the reason why he kept on meeting me was he was asking me stuff to know if you were sure about him.” you furrowed your brows, keeping you gaze at her as your stare asked for more questions.

“it’s not my place to speak for him. it’s better if you guys talk. that night was full of rage, make another one full of understanding. all i want right now is to be your best friend again.” a lot of weight was lifted off your shoulder, you clouded mind started to clear as you paddled slightly over her to wrap her in your arms “you never even lost me, kie.” she returned the hug as you both caught a few more waves.

as you both decided that it was time to paddle back, the period dropped as the tide leveled out offering a few entries into nice waves. kiara, out of breath let you have time for yourself as you insisted that you’ll be fine alone and waited a few minutes for a nice set to conquer and kick out the channel.

a herculean wave came to view which quickly capped out. paddling over after it broke, you saw the second one gaining such momentum as it approached someone like you who’s been expecting a day ender.

intimidating was the word you described it in your head. it towering over you as the sun rested at the shoulder of it, the glare making it harder to examine what it’s going to do whether it is going to close down or give you the time to catch it.

after seeing the line for previous waves, you decided to paddle out, fully committing in it being one of the difficult waves that size that you surfed in.

but that commitment lead you to a minor downfall as the higher you got, the clearer the reefs became as it drew off from the ocean ground. making you realize that it would be a steep giant that you needed to brace yourself for.

things didn’t not go your way as your board basically was propped on air, not giving you any control to position yourself. you dropped on the cold water, covering your head as you landed exactly where the impact zone is.

reeling your board in, you tried to catch a decent sized wave, hoping to ride out on the white water to get out of the section faster. your arms were killing you, not cooperating as it just made you slower.

soon enough you once again submerged, a plethora of underwater billow surrounding you. the current tossing you around, making you tumble worse than a gymnastics class make their students do.

when you surfaced, an engine could be heard nearing you, a voice shouting your name as it reached your seemingly lifeless body. the yells were indistinct, your board long forgotten as your back hit the fine sand before you were rolled over to your side, your eyes still closed.

“y/n, you okay?” you heard, slowly gaining back your consciousness, you felt hands soothing your back as you opened your eyes, meeting your favourite blue ones.

jj had his moments, and running to you was his solution to everything. but when he got in a fight with his father, rebuttals about you set his insides on fire as luke degraded him to the point where even he, the guy who shrugs everything off and continues to live his life, questioned if he was even worthy of you.

that’s what lead him to spending his time with kie. as he couldn’t feel any pressure when he’s around her. asking her what he could do to improve about himself to be enough for you and always getting the same response that he already was.

but as he saw you with rafe, that set off the recurrence of his negative thoughts. the smile that you give to mostly everyone suddenly became a special one for the kook, the goodbye wave you did suddenly became a secret message of i miss you, and the words of his dad of him being useless suddenly became true.

it was illogical, as him out of all people should know who you were, being that you’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. but you ending your guys’ relationship worsened the situation.

he came from the garage where the his dad kept his equipments. having to steal keys from a drunk luke wasn’t such a task as he was drunk himself, the confidence sinking in as he approached the steps of the house that didn’t even look like one.

he did the sort of thing every now and then, taking the phantom for a spin was his escape, even though it was usually followed by a few punches when his dad finds out. he learned overtime how to be more furtive about it, knowing when to take the boat and how to use it without his dad finding out.

the surfing invite got to him, pope never leaving anyone out of the group. however, he still refused as he knew you were coming. positive that you cannot last three days without acting like a sane person, he wanted to give you a fun day to be with the others without him ruining it.

but he could just not see you, so he drove to your constant place to surf. the place where you both came to terms with your feelings and the one where you had discussions of how you both will have the chance to surf at Mavericks.

he watched smiling at your figure dancing on your board. the water glistening beneath as if it was worshipping you as you became one with the ocean, letting it control you. but he immediately was in action as he saw you wipe out and get toppled by gigantic swells multiple times. it wasn’t an easy task, as the set made it difficult to reach for you in his first try, having to drive away briefly as the set approached. he pulled your body onto the phantom as he finally had the chance to, his heart breaking at the sight of your once velvet lips now turned blue.

the others were just as worried for you when the blonde reached the shore. jj performing cpr before turning you sideways to let out any saltwater from within as he shouted your name. he felt helpless, but it was soon replaced with relief as your weak eyes made contact with his cerulean ones. the tightness in his chest loosening the grip it had.

you sat up as you looked away and was immediately given water by john b. jj running a hand through his already messy locks “don’t you scare me like that ever again!” frustration masked in his voice.

the others were reassured of your safety already, but they also knew that it was time to leave you two to talk, and with that being said they excused themselves to go wait in the twinkie.

“uh..thank you.” you broke the awkward silence, offering a smile that didn’t last long as you looked at anywhere but him “you’re welcome. are you fine? do you need to go to the hospital?”

you shook your head, walking back to the palm tree where your things are. you put on your dress as the golden cast from the sun complimented your tanned skin. you began to pack up when you heard him speak

“can we talk?” he pleaded, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. your head and lungs were still stinging from almost drowning, and you knew tears were not going to help. but you also knew that if you didn’t talk now then nothing will ever be resolved, so you nodded, sitting on the beach chair john b brought, him sitting on the other one across from you.

“what have we become?” you joked and just as you were expecting he laughed with you while nodding in agreement “i was an asshole— screw that, i still am! i’m an asshole.” he paused and looked down before getting out a regretful laugh “but i’m in love with you. i still am.”

“an asshole that’s in love with me? what a dream.” tears brimmed the corners of your eyes. you reached out, grabbing his chin to make him look at you, “you hurt me,” swallowing the lump that formed in your throat before continuing “you made me feel like i was nothing to you anymore. you were my definitely when i was just a maybe to you.” you breathed deeply “but i hurt you too.” you sniffled

“the ways you tried to take your mind off things, me, was kinda fucked up. you weren’t thinking about me, only yourself...” he tried to cut you off but you raised your hand to let him know you weren’t finished.

“but jj you need to know you’re enough for me.” this time he interrupted “kie told you.” he said in statement rather than a question. you nodded, grabbing hands and held it tight.

“she did. and how dare you think i’m high maintenance and have high standards! you have more skincare products than me!” he laughed and wiped the tear that threatened to fall.

“i just thought you deserved better. seeing you with rafe at the ferry just set it off even though i know you would never cheat on me. you cried when you saw a frog eat a fly! but i could never give you the life he could, or any other guy in this case. i live off of beer and extra grits from the wreck—”

“i love you. i think that’s an enough answer, is it not.” he stoop up for a moment before dropping on his knees to match your height. caressing your rose blush cheeks that got more saturated as he tried to catch your eye.

“can we please try this again?” he queried, his eyes showing the red veins as he tried to stop his tears from falling once more. you smiled, nodding and throwing your arms around him, him almost losing his balance as he caught you.

“i thought you’d never ask.” you placed a chaste kiss on his cheeks and buried your face on the crook of his neck. it was quiet for a few seconds before he muttered

“what about rafe...”

you kissed him. your soft ones brushing against his chapped ones. but you didn’t care, his lips were on yours, at that moment you knew it was definitely him, you weren’t wrong the first time.

“i’ll eat grits for the rest of my life if it means being with you. rafe’s my best friend but you’re the one i want. now shut up and kiss me again.”

your hearts beat faster and faster as your lips collided with his own. he knew this kiss was the seal he needed. you thought it would be only be a short and sweet one, but as you began to pull away his arms were on your figure. one at the back of your neck as he deepened it, the other on your lower back to pull you closer. a gesture that didn’t compare to a surging tide as it made your knees weak.

once he pulled away, he brushed his nose with yours. his eyes stayed close as he was contented in feeling “you sure you’ll be satisfied being with me? because we’re off on a really bad start already and i’m telling you, you ain’t going anywhere.”

“i think that kiss was an answer in itself, love.”

you pulled in an embrace, placing a kiss on your temple as he squeezed you lightly “hell yeah!”

you drove up the roads of the outerbanks, the windows of your old vehicle rolled down as you bathed under the starlit canvas, the breath of the moon sending soothing kisses to your face.

the estate was still well lit, majority of the light in the deck turned on as a shadow appeared from one of the pillars that was blocking it. you ventured forward, confirming your guess as to who it was. once they looked down, you waved and they immediately ran down to meet you.

“y/n!!!” they yelled in excitement as they clung onto you. you giggled as you put your index finger on your lips, mentioning for her to lower her tone as you pulled their hair jokingly “what’s up, sneezy”

“you’ve missed 8 sleepovers. that’s a lot to make up for if you ask me.” she sassed and you just rolled your eyes.

soon enough you were inside the mansion once again. it felt like a void has been filled, feeling like going there was a part of you. not because of how big it is or how you get to experience staying over once in a while compared to your house or the uncomfortable pull out that you loved nonetheless. it was because you felt like the people here, or atleast the ones in your age range, considered you as family.

sarah jumped up from the living room couch as she saw you, rambling about how she missed you and how you miss out on a lot. but she promised to tell you all about it, asking you if you wanted to stay the night. you knew she wasn’t going to let you go anyway so you agreed. promising to catch up after you do what you initially came for.

the high end door was slightly open, a faint light from the inside tainting the dimly lit hallway. you pushed it open eagerly, seeing the boy on his bed finishing a can of soda. his slicked back hair making you laugh as you leaned against the doorframe.

“hey kook! wanna be friends again?”

the end.

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐀𝐔)

summary: being born a kook has it’s benefits, the line that’s separates the island, preventing you from seeing beyond it isn’t one of them. especially when someone starts sending you letters and you have no idea who they are.

warnings: fluff, language, angst, mentions of cheating, typos, slight pov change but not too noticeable, kinda long

a/n: this is a story in my drafts that i’ve had for a long time, so i decided to publish it as i’m trying to finish the last bit of the series i’m working on. gifs used are mine unless otherwise noted.

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there it is again, the pretend service road that you always stare blankly at. an upset feeling slowly spreading across your insides every time you wander around the area.

it wasn’t because you didn’t want to be at that place, but because you knew that once you step past that line, there is a whole other world than what you’re used to, and you can’t help but want nothing more than to see it for yourself. because you know that the people from the other side can see your world.

ever since you were a kid, along with the others your age whose parents rule the upper class side of the island, you were always told that monsters live on the cut. that the reason why only a long service road was visible was because fairies were protecting you from seeing the monsters trying to break the barrier to your side, the “good” side.

as time went by those beliefs faded, realizing that you weren’t exactly living a disney life, that your happiness was limited despite it being shown off to the people you once had no idea existed.

it all started when your best friend sarah crossed, leaving you behind without any explanation besides being sick of being a kook. you were left to handle the expectations both your families had, including the responsibility of maintaining the name of your family, the camerons and thorntons.

you wished for her to come back, hoping that there was a chance for her return to figure eight though you were well aware that when one crosses, they can never go back. waiting every day at the exact time and place ever since she crossed, not caring if people from the other side are watching you sit there and look lost.

and that’s the thing you never knew, before rafe cameron decided to mock you when he saw you sitting down on the gravel, telling you that the people from the cut can see everything from their perspective.

it was a friday night, meaning that you once again ventured to the barrier to wait for your friend to make an appearance, even though you know it was not possible. the warm hues of the sun deeply tainting the horizon as the area farthest from it were the first to be as dark as the depths of the ocean.

after a few minutes of waiting, you decided that you were no longer going to wait for sarah. though hesitant, you slowly tried to accept that it was impossible for her to come back. you just settled at the thought that she’s happy where she is now, enjoying her life all day with salt water in her hair and the warmth of the sun in her cheeks.

sarah knew you always waited at the place that prompted her new life. so when she knew you were there, she goes, just to see you again. even though what she always sees is a sulking girl waiting for her best friend to come back.

people from the cut who passes by the border always asks her questions about who you were. overtime getting used to watching you blankly stare at them because they knew you could never get a glimpse behind the line.

sarah’s decision to cross was impulsive and rushed as she didn’t bid any goodbyes. knowing that once she did, she would change her mind once she realizes that she’s leaving you. so without another word, she stepped over.

she initially felt unwelcomed, to say the least. not having anyone to talk to and a place to stay, she ended up at the wreck from her long journey to get through the night.

the cut was not what she expected. to be frankly honest, it was better than what the older people from the eight described. it wasn’t gloomy, eerie or sinister. it was normal. sure it is daunting to be in a whole other world alone as a teenager, but seeing people go in and out of the restaurant, teens her age laugh as they walk the humid streets with their friends, she came to a conclusion that this is something she can get used to. because there was life on the cut, more life than the comfortable one that was handed to them on the eight.

the bell rang as a group of boys around her age entered. the blonde one shouting throughout the place, causing a beautiful brunette girl to come out from the back room to scold the boy.

she laughed at their antics, the tallest boy in the group making her heart skip a beat as they made eye contact.

that was the start of her being a part of the ‘pogues’. somewhat immediately being accepted into their friendship if it weren’t for the unwelcoming energy of the blonde boy.

it was a day after a hurricane when they all decided to go out to the marsh. the five of them spending their day under the sun, stomachs filled with chips and beer in courtesy of kie.

that was until they found a sunken boat which caused them to be their usual curious selves and end up in a motel. putting on their detective masks and ventured the island trying to gather any information they can get.

night time came and they were hanging out by the dock at the chateau, sharing their second batch of canned beers while discussing their futures.

when time came for sarah’s turn, she stood up, hastily bidding her goodbye and apology saying she needs to hurry. the rest watched her figure disappear in the distance. still surprised at the usual agenda of the girl, which they should’ve gotten used to by now.

it was silent for awhile when the blonde decided to break it, knowing that none of them have the courage to address the elephant in the room.

“she’s cheating on you. i hate to say it, she is.” kie widened her eyes at him, passing on the message that he needed to stop, it didn’t faze him though.

“it’s been ongoing since we met her. i don’t even understand why she’s part of this group. i get it you’re dating her but-” “jj!” kie yelled at him this time, pope shaking his head making it known that he was siding with kiara on this one.

“every friday night she leaves us no matter what we’re doing. same time as always. this is not some essay comprehension shit we do in school. even three year olds can get an idea of what’s going on here” he said as he played with his lighter

“why does it matter? she might have stuff to do that she doesn’t want us to know. let’s just respect her privacy.” pope commented, john b nodding in agreement

“kooks bro. they just don’t sit right with me.” he muttered as he chugged down the last bit of beer. “as far as i know sarah left figure eight to have a new life. just by that you can tell she’s different.” john b once again defended his girlfriend

“if she’s not meeting some other guy i think she’s just rebelling. sooner or later she’ll get sick of us and go crawling back to the border til she realizes she cannot cross back.”

kiara sighed, over the petty argument her friend started “i think that’s enough, jj”

one by one they all started to gather their stuff and go back to the chateau, but jj had different plans as he lied saying he was going to go for a walk, to wind down from their busy day. him being him, the pogues let him go

jj looked at the places where the blonde lass might be, growing up on the cut and having no choice but to stay there, he practically has the south side memorized like the back of his hand.

kooks in general made his stomach churn, the term itself pissing him off just by hearing it. the main reason though was because he was mad.

he was mad that they were the ones to receive all blows and brags of the rich. when people from there get sick of their cookie cutter life, they cross. having another chance to change their routine. but when it came to them, there was no other way. no matter how rich you get on the cut, you stay on the cut. be the richest of the poor.

the cold yet sultry late summer weather accompanied him on his walk on kildare’s dark streets. turning every corner he thought sarah might be. after a few disappointments, he heard rattling from a bike’s chain. and there was his target, seemingly cautious as to whom was around her.

jj didn’t want to snoop around. he knew it wasn’t his business to know every decision the girl makes. but he wanted to protect his best friend whether his suspicions were true or not.

“go home!” she heard the girl shout. he decided to hide behind the tree, not knowing why sarah was crying. when he decided to peek, she found her sitting on the cold stone ground, matching the position of the girl from the other side of the bright line. who, for a moment, made him forget she was a kook as the girl sent butterflies to his stomach.

“i know you can’t hear me, but i’m sorry for leaving. but you also can’t let me be guilty for choosing my happiness.”

she stood up, getting on her bike and leaving the unknowing girl who remained in her place.

now he had an idea as to why the new member of their group was always leaving. when he was sure that she was gone, he slowly approached the girl. looking down at her and watched her expressions.

he knew it was a creepy thing to do, especially since she cannot see him. but he admired her, at first sight, much to his surprise.

soon he noticed the girl standing up, not wanting to lose the chance of communicating with her, he shuffled between his multiple pockets to search for anything to connect to her.

finding a crumpled grocery list that john b once gave him and a pen from he knows where, he wrote a quick message, and threw the paper across, which surprisingly went through being that no one from the cut could ever cross or send something over. it landed just in time, enough to catch her attention before she was far enough.

you stood up from the cold land to get back to your car, the misty wind enveloped your figure. it was rather silent in the area, making it easy for you to turn around to see a crumpled piece of paper drop from thin air.

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜.

you picked it up and looked straight to the vast road, expecting the feeling of emptiness, instead you felt comfort. it wasn’t sarah, because you know her presence by heart, but it’s as if you were tied to the person from the other side. it’s as if you were looking directly in their eyes.

the note contained a lame pickup line that still made you smile. soon enough a pen dropped out of nowhere, and you got the message that they wanted to talk.

not minding his messy writing, you decided to stay and communicate with the person on the other side, you passed the pen and paper back and forth across the border. sitting down once again as you wrote to someone you didn’t know, better yet, cannot see.

jj was the name you got, saying that he can see you. your beautiful face. blood crept up to your cheeks as you read it, smiling at him though the only thing in front of you are rocks and fallen leaves on a long winding road.

the moment you realized that what you’re doing is kinda intense, you’ve been closed off. standing off and passing him the paper containing your farewell.

𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚓𝚓. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎. 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚎.

he didn’t know what to do for a moment, not wanting to lose the chance of not seeing you again, so he took the last chance he could get to stop you from leaving.

he scrambled as he tried to quickly write in the crumpled sheet, throwing it across as he keenly watched your expression. and with that he knew he did something that could either make or break you being comfortable in talking to him.

𝚒’𝚖 𝚏𝚛��𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑

the note made your heart drop and at the same time jump with gaiety. you knew that through him, you could reconnect with your best friend again. but jealousy was creeping behind your mind as you realized that he gets to see her while you can’t.

𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞

it took a minute for the paper to come back that you thought he just left you hanging, but quite a long message came back.

𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚋. 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

you smiled, colliding the paper with the tip of the pen once again.

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.

you looked down at your lap while fiddling with your fingertips. for a moment, crossing slipped through your mind as you stared at the letter. however images of your family and so called friends replaced it immediately. the expectations that you need to fulfill and the reputation you need to maintain.

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍?

you looked up as you heard the materials once again land in front of you. a promising message that comforted you. you stood up as you passed the note back, running away as you hastily went back to your house.

𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

you grabbed a duffel bag as you fit in as much clothes as you can. putting in the glass jar that you filled with spare change and extra allowance over the years.

it was a life changing decision, you knew that. it will never be the same again once you enter a whole different life. these were your thoughts yet you still continued packing, hurrying and trying to be as quiet as possible.

as you finished, you gave one last look into your still fully furnished room that nonetheless felt empty. you shook off your hesitation as you turned around and went through the back door of your quiet estate.

jj was ten minutes early, not wanting to let you be alone in your arrival, he wasn’t even sure if you’re planning to cross, but he wanted to see you, it doesn’t matter what you’re plotting.

you neared the line, standing in front of it as you looked blankly in front of you. second guessing whether you wanted to continue what you we’re planning to.

it was silent in the area, only cicadas being heard as the moon shined bright, illuminating the streets, it rained a bit on your way back, now the the gravel was soaking up every last bit of raindrop that touched it.

you weren’t sure if the boy was there waiting for you, but a shark tooth necklace dropped at the bottom of your feet, giving you the assurance that he was in fact there, ready to be a witness of your breakthrough.

the life you were leaving behind entered your headspace once again, but the welcoming presence of the boy kept you grounded as your mind clouded with thoughts, and at that moment you knew you’re in good hands.

so you crossed.

and there wasn’t even an ounce of regret as you were met with solace, caused by a pair of cerulean eyes that studied your features, and you couldn’t help but do the same. his crooked teeth complimented his perfect smile. mirroring his stance and facial expressions, you dropped your bag and gave him a smile that radiated appreciation.

“hi.” he whispered, his voice raspy as nervousness enveloped him.

you giggled, putting your hand out “i believe this belong to you.” electricity flowing through both your fingertips as it slightly brushed. he grabbed your duffel bag as he motioned his head towards the new place you’re gonna soon call home.

“i would love to get to know you, the pogues would think that as well, but i know you’re dying to see sarah. let’s get you to your best friend.”

hope you guys liked this one! wishing this compensates for the wait of my series ‘The Definitely’s Maybe’’s final chapter. stay tuned for that.

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hiii can i be added to ur jj story tag list?

hiiii! of course! 😊

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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Can you do a punk JJ one 🥺

i have an idea for a plot! but tell me if you have any in mind as well! i’ll get to it after the series i’m working on. promise! 🤍

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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jj’s toxic ass got me rooting for y/n x rafe😩

fr! let’s hope for the best (possible ending) 😂

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

warnings: platonic!rafe x reader, angst, language, alcohol use, fighting, lowercase intended, typos for sure

a/n: gifs are mine unless otherwise noted :)

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

flustered by what just happened, the alcohol in his system seemed to immediately fade away. jj stood up in attempt to go to where you’re at but was stopped by john b.

“you don’t wanna do that.” he snapped his head in his best friend’s direction “what the fuck do you mean?!” he asked as he watched the three sit uncomfortably by how he was acting

“you’re drunk, jj! besides, if you’re going to the terminal she’s probably not there anymore. and it’s definitely not good for the two of you to talk based on your state. wait til tomorrow.” he shook his head, getting out of the grip that kie had on his arm.

“i shouldn’t have forgotten. why didn’t you remind me, pope?” pope’s eyes widened, raising both his hands up from the accusation and disbelief “woah woah woah! as far as i know i reminded you multiple times! it’s not my fault you forgot because you got too distracted by alcohol, so don’t put this on me.”

hot tears stained the corners of jj’s ocean eyes. ruffling his hair out of frustration, he leaned forward and held his knees to support himself from falling.

as the pogues sat in silence, contemplating on what to do with the situation at hand, pope’s phone chimes. everyone looked at him, watching his every move as he looked at the message.

y/n ✨

hey. i’m not feeling so great so i might not be able to go. i hope you guys have fun and wish jj a happy birthday for me.

he forgot. i know you reminded him more than i asked so don’t beat yourself up over it. thank you.

pope looked at his friends and put his phone back on his back pocket. covering for you, he said that it’s extra details on his upcoming scholarship interview.

of course none of them believed it. details for his interview came in emails. they let it pass, except for the blue eyed pogue.

by this time the boneyard was filled with more people than minutes ago. the ones who arrived early not caring about what or who the kegger was for anymore as they went off to be with their friends or find a random person to hook up with.

a sudden wave of change flooded his insides, heaving a deep breath, he stood up straight and smiled “you know what, fuck it. it’s my birthday, i can do whatever i want.”

the car was silent the whole ride from when he picked you up. rafe not bothering to ask you how you are because he didn’t want to be the cause of you reaching your breaking point.

but you knew he was there for you. you knew why he wasn’t talking, and you appreciated that.

peace doesn’t come easily it seems as the only road leading to your place is by the place where the kegger was being held. you sighed deeply, observing the bonfire that was lit with all the people scattered around the beach.

the road was not too far from the sand, so you can still see who was who. and there, nearest to the fire, you saw him. dancing with kie, spinning her around as if she was the only girl in the world.

the floodgates of emotions opened in a snap. your cheeks quickly hurting from the salty liquid that was coming out of your eyes. you stifled your cries as you continued to look out the window, not wanting the boy beside you to notice and likely worry.

but your breathing was getting heavier, making it harder to keep your sobs in. so you let go.

but he knew, and instead of provoking you to open up he just let you be because he knew that you would eventually break and he was ready to comfort you.

“you should talk to him.” he advised, you looked straight on the road and he continued “sort it out. because if your relationship is going downhill you damn well don’t deserve the treatment he’s giving you.”

“you don’t reckon i’m unreasonable right? you know, for feeling this way?” he dismissed your question with a laugh “fuck no! he fucked up and you’re not the one at fault here. trust me.” you hummed in response and just leaned you head back

though clouded up with emotions, it was a comfortable car ride. when he pulled up in front of your house you gave him a hug “i cannot even imagine how a jerk like you became friends with me. thanks rafe.”

“well you’re the who keeps me in line so” he answered in a matter of fact tone. “drive safe, kook.” you said as you got out of the car and ran inside your house.

you slammed the door shut and leaned your back on the door. you heard the engine rev the sound decreasing as the car got further. you mustered up all the strength you had left from being drained the whole day and pushed yourself to walk to your room.

“come on, y/n. pull yourself together.”

a loud banging on your front door woke you up from your slumber. you didn’t mind it a first as you were used to people joking around in the middle of the night.

you were about to fall asleep once again when you recognized who it was outside the thin walls that kept you from the outside “y/n i’m not playing. open the door!”

approaching the door was a challenge. trying to be as quiet as possible was difficult as you didn’t want to let the boy know that you’re near. but when you heard him stumble and hit hit himself by the door, you immediately opened it to see him pulling himself up.

“it’s two in the morning, jj! are you out of your mind?” you asked as you crossed your arms. your sleepiness faded away as you watched him mockingly laugh “i’m the one that’s out of my mind?! you’re the one who cannot make a decision!”

you furrowed your brows, trying to comprehend what he was saying but nothing was coming to light “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“cut the bullshit, y/n! i saw you with barry’s pet!” your breath hitched, your lips that was now drained in colour parted, but no words were formed.

“yeah...yeah. i saw you with rafe! you sneaking around with him huh?!” his voice was getting louder by the minute. which caused you to pull him by his shirt and drag him inside the house as you slammed the door.

“rafe saw me and decided to ask how i’ve been. which i gladly answered and started a conversation because my boyfriend can’t even do such thing!” you answered, matching his level of rage.

“so you just contradicted what you said about cutting ties with him? i can’t believe you.” you sat at the arm of the couch, not trusting you legs anymore to support you

“here you are, with the audacity to change this issue and turn the blame on me. jj you forgot to pick me up from work. i don’t know if you did it on purpose or not but it doesn’t even matter now does it.” you muttered in statement. he groaned as if he didn’t know what to say anymore. the alcohol inside him adding fuel to the fire.

“it’s not like i pick you up everyday from work! you can handle yourself. what makes now any different?” that when you got confirmation. he did forget. so much for making it up to you.

“we were supposed to have dinner asshole! instead you got drunk as if you’re gonna die if you didn’t start early enough!”

“damn it, y/n! you couldn’t let me have this day to myself? the one day i get to enjoy myself!” your tears fell, the words you had at the tip of your tongue you know will surely break your heart any second.

“you have fun with kie?” you bit your bottom lips as you tried to stop your sobs the second time that night. he headed for the door, obviously avoiding the topic, like he always did when it came to kie.

the two pogues looked at the brunette girl, watching her expressions as they questioned her internally as neither of them knew what was going on between her and jj.

all they know was the two bonded over surfing, more and more the past few days compared to before. they didn’t mind, anyone can be closer if bonded by hobbies, but now they were wondering why kiara always gets roped in the conversation when it came to you and jj. even rafe noticed it, it’s impossible if both boys didn’t.

“tell me, kie. you and jj?” john b asked as he fought his thoughts telling him to keep quiet.

“i would never do that to y/n.”

“so why are you being mentioned? if you have nothing to do with this.” john be queried again. pope listening intently on the side. not saying anything as he didn’t want to blow a fuse.

“it hurts me too, okay?! it hurts to know i’m somehow one of the reasons they fight. but jj is the one who comes to me. sure, i ask him for favours but i tell him to come whenever he’s available. it’s him that pushes y/n to the side.”

“i believe you. but founding principle, no secrets amongst pogues.” he responded as a sentence ender, expecting to not get a reply back from the girl

“sure, but you know to yourself you’re the one who’s keeping secrets from us. sarah, really?”

he was about to answer when they heard shouting from inside the thin walls of your house. them listening to what was going on inside.

“i can’t do this anymore.” he said to himself, but it wasn’t quiet enough for you not to hear. “neither can i!” he stopped in his tracks, and turned around to look at your figure.

“get out and we’re done, j. i don’t care anymore” you pointed out the door for a brief moment and covered your lips from making any sound

it was a bolt out of the blue for jj, he knew that you two would have to go through a difficulty to fix whatever is going on in your guys’ relationship, but he didn’t think you would end it, he overlooked the possibility resulting to him creating harder obstacles to throw in front of both of you.

“y..you’re joking right?” he asked, in disbelief of reality, along with how you mixed a breakup statement with the nickname you only were allowed to call him.

“i’m not. i’m tired. and it seems like you’re just gonna go on with your life without me so it would not be hard for you. get out.”

he looked you in your eyes, trying to catch your gaze but you looked down. because you knew that you would shatter further than the broken glass you already are.

he held the doorknob and opened the door, going out without another word. you stared at the closed door, the quietness of the living room was usually relaxing after a long day of being out and about with your friends but now it was like the silence of the dark room was wallowing with you. and as you laid on the couch you whispered,

“goodbye, j”

as jj walked down the front porch steps, he shook his head at the pogues who was sitting in the opened door van. by the look on the boys face and his gesture they knew what happened. but nobody had the courage to speak up except for john b

“i told you to wait til the morning. you never listen.” he scolded as he got in the driver’s seat. “well it would be the same result no matter what. it wouldn’t have mattered.”

“try again tomorrow or the next day. you both would be cooled off by then.” pope butted in and jj shook his head “can’t you understand?! i just lost her, man!” jj shouted back before continuing

“i just lost her.”

wth was that! next chapter’s the last one so stay tuned for that.

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