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raribella · 3 months

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Love is Embarrassing | JJ Maybank

summary: although JJ had promised your brother he wouldn’t ever hurt you, you saw him kissing Kie while you were on a break.

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader

genre: emotionally heavy anst, fluff in the end

contains: reader being a real bitch, mentions of Luke and parental abuse, inspired by some songs in the album “GUTS” by Olivia Rodrigo, kinda shitty ending but let me know.

word count: 2,7k

author’s note: alright I know I’ve been MIA and a bitch and I haven’t posted anything in months (worse if you see how much stuff is on my “upcoming works” section), but I’ve just had a lot of ideas, little time and little confidence to write. one of my best friends just showed me obx and I’m in love with this blonde and I got (I think) a spoiler about him and Kie and I just had to do something with my feelings.

This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters of Outer Banks nor any characteristic of the show. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.

“If I fuck up with her that might as well be the last thing I do in my life, John B! I mean it!”

the words that JJ heatedly uttered to your twin brother the day he found out about the two of you were repeating over and over in your head right now. You remembered it all too well; John B was seething, absolutely pissed, seeing red. You and JJ Maybank knew each other for as long as he and your brother were best friends, when you turned 14, he declared to all the Pogues that you were off limits, and about two months ago, you and JJ started seeing each other. One month into it and JB discovered you, which was easy considering JJ already spent most of his time with both of you at the Chateau. JJ promised his best friend that he wouldn’t fuck up with you because two things mattered the most for him in this life; their friendship, and yourself.

But as of lately, he was having some problems with Luke and he asked for some time “out” so he could figure his shit out without involving or hurting you and you disagreed but you’d do pretty much anything in this world for this man so you decided to say yes.

To his bullshit.

Bullshit, you figured out about half an hour ago, when you heard a confusing conversation between him and Kiara – the perfect one – and when you went outside to track the noise, you saw them kissing.

You were fifteen minutes late to leave for the weekly kegger and you forced yourself to lock yourself in the bathroom and call in sick – because that you were, and you wouldn’t handle being out partying and pretending like seeing the kooks, and seeing them two wouldn’t make you feel the same type of nausea at this moment.

Sarah was the third person to try and make you get out of the bathroom. The first being your brother and the second, Pope. Although you were thankful neither JJ nor Kie had tried to talk to you, when you heard your best friend’s voice, you were actually starting to feel sick, you were having a migraine from holding tears up, and you were sweating.

“Y/n, come on! You were so excited to come not even an hour ago, we’re already late and I don’t see why wouldn’t you want to come”

Your vision was blurry as you palmed the door and laid your forehead on it. Sarah realized that you really weren’t coming when she heard your voice crack.

“Sarah please, just, go on out without me this one time, I need not to be there right now and I also need to be alone please don’t ask me questions I can’t handle to answer you this moment I promise-“

As you rambled, she frowned from the other side of the door. Making sure to get everyone to leave for the Kegger, to try and remember asking you about this later on, and to reassure John B that you were actually okay.

You’ve been successfully avoiding JJ for about two weeks now. It started with enough discretion, allegedly going to the bathroom every time he entered a room, or offering everyone any snacks you would spend too much time preparing in the kitchen. For him, it started getting obvious when you looked the other way when he looked at you at the beach, or when you refused to surf and, as of recently, started slamming the doors on him. JJ was getting pissed at this rate. He started by simply frowning and brushing it off, but you couldn’t just keep slamming doors and not even looking at him, and if everyone else noticed, they just wouldn’t budge! The worst part is that he didn’t know what had happened nor if he could fix it. You understood him when he told you he needed time to figure out some stuff with Luke, but the truth was he was still very much freaked out about that. He still loved you, and he couldn’t afford to see you like this anymore, especially when such behavior was being directed at him. JJ missed you. Even if he couldn’t really figure his shit out, he missed you screaming at the top of your lungs as you entered the sea, he missed your smile, your laidback grin that he was the only receiver of, he missed your colorful bikinis, and how they embraced your features as you would jump onto every wooden swing near the shore, your curly hair flying everywhere filled with salt spray. He just missed you, the real you. And he had to talk to you to see if there was even a chance that he could get you back.

You, on the other hand, kept avoiding the questioning looks the pogues would send you every time you were harsh or avoidant at JJ, your brother even attempted to talk to you, silently, just with glances, and figure out if his best friend had hurt you. But even if he did, it only hurt because you loved him too much, and you decided it was best to protect him from John B’s wrath. You felt embarrassed whenever Kiara questioned you with her eyes as well; you felt embarrassed to be near her. You kept crucifying yourself and both her and JJ because of everything, often zoning out of the conversation and just bitterly reminiscing about the times you consoled your boyfriend as he cried late at night in your room, being gentle with his bruises. – thinking how could you be so stupid? giving up everything, betting on him against your brother’s better judgment. You kept paying attention to Kie and how, since that day, she looked like the sweetest thing of the Cut, the fucking hell-side of the island. Her perfume lingered in the air even at the beach and made you feel sick; you saw her everywhere now, even when you looked at him. You saw the scene of them kissing. Feeling every word she would utter toward you in conversation like bullets on your skin. As it was torture how she was the greatest thing to ever exist – how everyone loved her, how she was so much better than you; poisoning everything that you do and still being the sweetest friend, making you despise how rotten your mind was; how jealous your eyes were.

You were bottled up to the brim.

It started out simple enough. JJ had noticed everyone was doing their own thing at the Chateau; John B was absent for the time being, and you were alone on the couch, fidgeting, focused on whatever. It seemed like the perfect window to try and have an actual conversation about what’s been happening. He just didn’t expect it all to escalate so quickly. He didn’t expect you to have seen a part of his conversation with Kiara about his dad – but not everything, not the ending. – He hadn’t expected a conversation with you of all people to become a bomb with a short fuse that would explode into feelings tainted crimson. watching you bleed, making him bleed all over for you.

"Pogues don't mack on pogues, y/n! this shit freaked me out, your brother finding out freaked me out, yeah, even if he’s my best friend and I was afraid that-”

“Oh, so you go ‘round and fucking get with Kiara?! this is fucking bullshit, JJ! bullshit-

“Y/n, listen to me!”

You both were screaming, Kie’s eyes went wide as she tried calling your name as well but you had already started crying and couldn’t pay attention to anyone but him. At this point, as John B arrived at the Chateau and followed the noise, the people around you calming you down couldn’t be sure if they were afraid of his arrival or actually relieved. You kept interrupting each other. JJ pulled his hair and you pointed at yourself and to your side – as if Kiara was still there – strength marking red fingertips above your chest.

“‘Cause she’s not even a real pogue, right?! that’s why you got so confident about it, huh?”

it was almost as if the room went silent. Kiara decided to step outside to give you space; to take a moment to breathe in and take notice that you didn’t mean that. She was sure you didn’t. The rest of the group started to move aside as well although they could obviously still hear the commotion. Only you, John B, and JJ were in the living room. Your brother grabbed your shoulders from behind trying to ground you in any way he could, JJ growing nervous at the rate of the conversation and his friend’s presence.

You looked into his eyes and it was as if the blue in them was slowly fading, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth twisted in a clearly upset frown. As tears stained your cheeks, pride still overpowering your shame and feelings pent up, you started with more meaningless empty jabs, which, said angrily enough, would only make JJ bleed more as he fell silent himself.

“I really loved you, you know? You gotta laugh at the stupidity.. right? Come on you were going around doing that shit and I swear JJ I used to think was really smart… I was just a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked-up little thrill for you, tho… best friend’s little twin… ridiculous.”

At that, John B diverted his attention toward his friend with stern questioning eyes. JJ gulped.

“Look, man I just really need to talk to her and explain myself, ‘aight? I didn’t do what- Things are really not what they seem right now and I need her to-“

“Fuck, JJ, that’s bullshit! How can you not even flinch when you fucking lie like that! Things are just like what they seem you never even fucking loved me! You can’t love anyone, ‘cause that would mean you had a heart, right? But you’re a fucking Maybank! And I really tried to help you out all this time but now I know that I can’t!”

You were calming down, but exploded again, as the words left your mouth though, you started regretting them, the most deeply someone could ever regret anything maybe, worsening by the second as you saw the man you still loved muttering a small “no”, cracking at your words and shedding a tear. As Kiara heard what you said from the outside, she didn’t even think before bursting into the house again, turning every head in her direction.

“Y/n you’re spiraling and you’re saying things you’ll fucking regret! I kissed him, alright?! This is my fault. He stopped me, he loves you and he wouldn’t do that, okay?”

Though the words she was muttering were calming you down, she was calling you out, she was absolutely mad at what you said about JJ’s father because she had context and it was really fucked up. You felt small.

“Kiss?!” John B asked, his eyebrows shooting up. It wasn’t his intention to aggravate the situation but it was his little sister involved. JJ tried to start talking and explain the situation – which Kiara had left him to, but he could really only think about one thing.

“I- uh… did you mean it? What you said.”

JJ rarely expressed any sign of vulnerability, so as his voice broke, you felt like your heart did too, rushing to explain yourself now, and trying to get closer to him.

“I didn’t mean it, J, I really didn’t! God, I don’t even know how you can still even look at me right now I’m so sorry I was just so fucking broken at the idea of you che- of losing you, and I- I thought you had found someone else and I damn near started world war III right now and it’s just because I love you so much and I know you don’t deserve another fucked up demonstration of love, you deserve to feel so good, Jay, and I’m really sorry, I love you so so much, and I will understand if you never-“

You were interrupted by the shock of his own body against yours. The both of you were panting, crying, completely tired sighs leaving each mouth as if this was all going on for days and you were so hurt, yet needing each other so much. John B and Kiara were ‘okay’ enough with the newfound situation to leave you both to your own devices again, and you just clung to one another, sitting on the floor for what felt like hours until he decided to speak again.

“Y/n… I asked for us to take some time because it was becoming too real, y’know? What we felt for each other.. it was, touchable- it is. And when everyone else found out, and then John B… You know I don’t talk about this usually, not with anyone but you, but I didn’t want my dad to find out about us, to find out about you. I don’t want him knowing what you are for me I don’t want him knowing that laying a single finger on you can be worse than any punch he could throw my way. And I wanted to figure this out without you knowing about it because you’d say it’s fine, and I-“

As your mind processes his words, you start to think how in the world you got a man whose the first concern about a monster of a father would be you. How could you deserve it, especially after what you had insinuated about him. “It is! It’s fine, honey, we can-“

“No, y/n it’s not fine because I don’t ever want you to even worry your pretty little head about a situation like that, y’know? And It’s not fine because the pogues are my family and the love I feel for you, if anything would happen to you because of him I’ll be damned, damned, and in jail for murder, you can trust me I will.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. All you could do was keep the hold you had on each other, slightly caressing his head.

“Since I didn’t want you to know about it, I went to Kie, that night of the Kegger, and she tried to help me and she said she loved me and I did too but then she kissed me and I assume it’s what you saw but I did step back, I promise! I told her off… Y/n I told your brother that if I intentionally hurt you, if I fucked up with you like this then that might as well be the last thing I did in my life and I mean it. I love you so much, little Routledge, and I’m all in now. We can figure shit out as we go but as long as we have each other, okay?”

As JJ spoke, he held your hands, reassuring you at the end. Hours had passed ever since you started talking, so when the pogues felt everything was calmer they decided to go back in the house slowly – figure out how you were, what were the plans for the night.

“Do you really forgive me for what I said? I will understand, J, I’m so, so sorry, I love you so much” You touched your forehead with his, and JJ sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I love you. I love you, y/n… can’t be without you.”

And as you both kissed each other as if you were making up for ages lost, Sarah smiled at the corner of the room, John B interrupting the show. “Come on with the PDA, love birds… What are we doing tonight, then?” He half-heartedly scolded as you got up, hand glued to the blonde's. You let out a big sigh again, before brushing them off with an honest, but half-assed excuse, already making the way to your room.

“I mean, you could go to Heyward’s… I think we’ll just lie down a bit.. ‘twas kinda draining…” you saw a bunch of side smiles as the group left through the door, Sarah grinned, letting out a puff of air through her nose, and when Pope went to close the door, he screamed back in the direction of your room, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” which earned a scream back from an already lying down JJ, “might as well not do anything!” and for the first time in a while, you laughed, making your way to lie on top of him, his embrace being all you needed.

“You know… we could go out to surf tomorrow,” he offered, still missing the sight of a happy you, your bikini, and the ocean.

“First thing in the morning.” You answered.

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alyswritings · 1 month

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Panic Attack

Request: Could u possibly do a jj maybank and sister has a really bad panic attack and jj just helps her through it and is really sweet? Thanks, love your writings 💜💜

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: JJ helps his sister with a panic attack.

Warnings: panic attacks, anxiety, luke yelling

a/n: thanks for the request! hope you all enjoy! also if you want/don't want to be tagged, lmk! unrelated, i am in love with his dimple.

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Y/N races to JJ's room once she's certain he's in there after encountering Luke. She shuts and locks the door, the boy sitting on his bed, hands buried in his hair as he silently fumes.

"You're both useless pieces of shit! Your mama knew it! I know it! Your stupid friends know it!" Luke shouts over the blaring rock music.

Luke pounds on the door making Y/N jump, letting a small whimper out. She stumbles away from the door as he continues to hit the door. She quickly sits on the floor, curling up into a ball as she feels her breathing pick up and her hands start shaking.

Luke continues to shout insults and crude words, JJ fighting every urge to go out and fight back. He hears a quiet sob, his head snapping over to his sister.

"Y/N." He mumbles, rushing over to her. "Hey, hey." He sits in front of her. Y/N shakes her head, tears racing down her face as she gasps for air. "Y/N, hey, look at me." JJ cups the sides of her head, forcing her to face him. "Look at me, I'm right here. Follow my breathing." He slowly breathes in, waiting for her to attempt it. He lets out the breath, Y/N struggling to copy him.

They repeat a few times, Y/N still struggling, but getting better after a few more attempts.

"There we go, kiddo. We're gettin' there." JJ says, continuing to encourage her. "It's okay."

Y/N gets a deep breath in before Luke slams on the door again causing the girl to sob, the progress going down the drain.

"No, no, hey, hey. Keep breathing. Keep breathing, Y/N/N." JJ encourages, Y/N trying to follow his instructions. "I'm right here. Focus on me, okay? Don't listen to him." JJ slides his hands so his palms cover her ears, hoping to block their father out.

JJ kisses her on the forehead, quietly repeating reassurances to her.

After a while, she gets her lungs to work, taking slow, long breaths.

"There we go." JJ coos. "Great job, kid. C'mere." He pulls her into a tight hug. "You're okay. It's okay. He can't get us." Y/N sniffles, hiding her face in his shoulder. "I got you. Just you and me."

"What if he breaks the door?" Y/N mumbles, her words muffled from his shirt.

"Not gonna happen." JJ assures. "Come on. We can sneak out and go to the chateau, okay? Go fishing or something? Or just take a nap if you want. Sound good?" Y/N sniffles and nods, rubbing her nose. "Okay. Come on." He kisses her on the head before getting up and getting his stuff.

JJ quietly opens his window, climbing out. He helps Y/N out and then shuts the window.

"Let's go." He whispers, grabbing her hand and dragging her over to his motorcycle. "Here. Wear this." He gives her the helmet that only she ever wears -- despite her constant worries for him to wear it.

Y/N doesn't argue as she puts the helmet on her head, buckling the straps underneath her chin. She climbs on after him, tightly holding onto him as he speeds away.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 2 months

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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Chapter 2- Explanations

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Warnings: daddy issues, drinking, readers more empathic than I’ll ever be, some angst, this is long so grab ur popcorn!

Summary- you finally listen to your boyfriend’s explanation of why what happened, happened. You feel for him, understand his actions. you begin to realize it’s him or your brother.

You glanced at your phone screen and back at your dad on the couch. Was it a good idea leaving him right now? He sat there, switching through the tv channels, mumbling to himself.

He had been drowning himself in his beer ever since Jj came. He hasn’t come back since, you haven’t seen him or heard from him since you dropped him off at his friends house after he had begged to be.

He shouted angrily at you, threw things, and yet it was always you taking care of him at the end of the day.

It was always you tucking him into bed like he was a fucking kid.

“coming in a second,” You typed back. Rafe had been begging for you to come over so he could explain- even going as far as to coming to the house, while you weren’t there.

“Hey, dad, I’m gonna go out for a bit. You gonna be okay?” You asked him, looking up from your phone.

“Where you goin’?”

“My boyfriends.”

“Was that the uh…” he took a sip, pausing before speaking. “Boy that came the other day?”

“Yeah. Rafe.”

“Rafe? Like Rafe Cameron? You,” he laughed as if if it was the funniest thing in the world. “Y/n Maybank, who is 19 and still living with her dad, are dating a kook from figure 8?”

“Yes, dad. Not everything’s about money. Are you gonna be okay here?”

He shook his head to himself, before standing up, slamming his fist onto the table next to him. You flinched at the sound.

“I’m not a fucking kid, y/n. You don’t have to watch over me like I am.”

“Your PO-“ you tried. His mood had changed drastically.

“I don’t give a shit about what my PO says.” He interrupted, downing the rest of his drink and throwing it onto the ground, shattering underneath him.

Your lip trembled as you looked at him. “Okay. I’m sorry. I’m gonna…” you took a deep breath, standing up. “I’m gonna go, dad. Be careful.” You mumbled to him, slamming the door and starting your car.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you sent him “on my way”

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“Hey, wheezie. Where’s your brother?” You asked her when she opened the door.

“Hi, y/n. He’s in his room. He’s in one of his moods. You okay?” She asked, noticing your state. Your eyes were red and your face was puffy, you reeked heavily of beer and weed, from your dad.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You told her when she opened the door, and walked to his room. She knocked on his door.

“Go away, wheezie.” He said agitatedly, getting a line ready on his desk.

“Y/n’s here.” She said. You could hear him getting up from the bed, putting things away before he unlocked his door.

“Hi.” He sniffed, looking at you. Wheezie rolled her eyes and left, closing her door.

“Hi.”

He opened up his door and motioned for you to come in. He locked it again and you stood in front of him.

It was silent, the both of you staring at each other. He leaned against his desk now, running a hand through his hair.

“You wanted to explain what happened, so… explain.” You spoke first.

He sighed, biting the inside of his cheek before speaking.

“I heard that dad wanted to take Sarah to the Bahamas for some business trip. And what the fuck did Sarah know about business? Nothing. She was running around with the fuckin’…” he stopped his talking for a moment, remembering your brother.

“It doesn’t matter. I was at the tarmac, and I didn’t think… I didn’t think anything like that would happen.��

“Sheriff peterkin told my dad to get on the ground.” He relived the moments in his head, each agonizing moment. “She put a gun to his head and began to arrest him. I couldn’t just.. I couldn’t just watch him get fuckin’ arrested.”

“What was he getting arrested for?” You asked him quietly.

He shook his head. He didn’t want to say.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the tension in the room thick.

“Rafe…” you began.

“I didn’t wanna do it.” He mumbled, his voice a croak now. He held his face in his hands, shakily breathing out.

You walked closer to him, he just looked the other way as you gave him a hug, something he had not expected.

He began to stutter out, but you stopped him.

“Sh, sh, sh. It’s fine. You’re fine.” You told him, he cried onto you, your shirt getting soaked.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, clearing his throat and wiping the tears from his eyes, pulling away from you now.

One thing about rafe is he never cried. At least not in front of people. He hated to feel vulnerable.

“I just wanted him to… I just wanted him to pay attention to me for once, you know?” He pointed to himself. “Everything’s about fuckin’ Sarah, forget me and Wheezie.” He motioned to the door on the other side.

“I get it.” You did get it, knowing exactly how he felt. He felt bad for his actions. You could tell.

“Sorry. Thank you. For…” he sniffled and cleared his throat again. “For listening.”

“Yeah.”

“How’ve you been…?” He asked, not having seen you in a little.

“I’ve been… okay. I guess. Jj hasn’t come back since he stole the boat, but then he got in trouble with the sbi for helping his friend escape or something, then the phantom drowned and shit.”

“So… that was fun explaining to my dad.” You took a deep breath. He’s been… angrier since then. Feel like it’s my fault, kind of.”

“It’s not your fault.” He quickly spoke, a frown on his face as he listened.

You shrugged. “I don’t know.”

He picked up a cup from his desk, offering it to you.

You shook your head and a small smile on your face. “I think you need it more than me.”

“Shit, I think we both need it.” He chuckled, pouring the liquid down his throat and putting it down onto the table.

“You can stay here. If you want.” He offered once it became silent.

“Oh. No. It’s- I don’t have any clothes or anything, so… I wouldn’t wanna interrupt…”

“Just borrow some of mine. You’re not interrupting anything.”

“Are you sure?”

“If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have offered it. You should go take a shower.” He told you.

“Yeah.” You glanced down at yourself. He went to his closet, grabbed a towel and rummaged through his drawers for clothes.

You stood behind him, he handed you a stack of his clothes and you gave him a small smile.

“Thank you, rafe.”

“Of course.” Was all he said, he directed you to where the bathroom was and you entered it.

Jesus Christ, this bathroom is fucking huge. You thought, looking around. How the hell did this shower even work?

You turned on the shower, getting rid of your clothes and letting the droplets fall onto your skin with a sigh.

Once you got out, you changed into his clothes. Leaving the bathroom, you grabbed your stuff and dried off your hair when someone walked by.

Ward.

He looked at you, stopping for a moment.

“Who are you?”

“Hi, sir. Sorry.” You quickly turned to him. You told him your name and held out your hand for him to shake.

Rafe came out from his room, his eyes landing on the both of you.

“She’s my uh… my girlfriend. She’s staying the night.” He swallowed. Hesitating because he wasn’t sure how his dad would react.

Ward furrowed his eyebrows at that.

“Nice to meet you.” He said, giving you a small nod and smile.

Ward eyed Rafe, who just rolled his eyes at his dad and led you back into his room.

“Sorry. About him.”

“It’s fine.”

“I guess I should tell you… I have to go to uh… peterkins funeral tomorrow. I don’t know if you wanna go or…” he took a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“Okay..?”

“I’ll go.”

“Okay.” He nodded. Inside, he was just glad to have some sort of emotional support there. Knowing his dad wouldn’t be helpful.

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The drive to the funeral was silent. You greeted and introduced yourself to Rose, who seemed to like you a bit more than Ward did.

You noticed Rafe’s distant eyes, putting a hand on his shoulder and just leaning against him was enough to ground him.

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“I should really get going.” You mumbled, his lips were on your neck and you were laying against the bed.

“Why?” He mumbled against your skin, his hands wrapped around you.

“My dad. I can’t leave him alone this long.”

He nodded. “Right. Right. Of course. Sorry.” He said, running a hand through his hair, getting off you.

“Thank you for letting me stay again.”

“Text me anytime you need to, okay?”

You nodded, standing up and gathering your clothes now.

He stood up too, leading you downstairs and to the door. He cupped your face, smashing his lips against yours before you left, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

When you began to drove home, you noticed two familiar figures.

“Okay, I’m not sure, but I think they can see us from there.”

“Who cares? Should be glad I’m not setting the house on fire.” Kiara replied, turning to Pope and continuing her movements.

“Can you hurry up?”

“Look, doesn’t it piss you off? Even a little?!”

“Of course it pisses me off: I’m just-“ he paused. “I’m just trying to channel my rage into different vectors right now.”

“Oh, okay.” She stepped back, looking at her work she had done on the wall. “Not bad.”

“Hey, I think somebody’s up there.” Pope said, looking over the wall.

“Shit. It’s Rafe.”

“Look, we know what you did!” Kiara shouted to him.

“Hey, no.” He covered her mouth and began to pull her away.

“Murderers!”

“No, now is not the time. Are you serious?” They began to run when you pulled up to them.

“Kiara? Pope?”

“Y/n?” They both said in unison.

“What the hell are you two doing?” You motioned to the wall.

“What are you doing here?” Pope asked you.

They both hopped into your car without you saying anything.

“Oh, great, yeah, just hop into my fucking car why don’t you? I’m not a damn Uber.”

“Can you please just drive us somewhere?” Pope asked.

You sighed and shook your head to yourself.

“No. I can’t. I gotta go back home.”

“Please, y/n?”

Fuck. Being pulled into their stupid shit, again. You groaned, and began to drive to where they told you to.

Once you got there, they both thanked you multiple times and hopped in their boat.

“Hey, do you know where Jj is?” You shouted.

“He got a new job. That one place on figure eight, island sun.”

“Thank you.” You told them. Your dad would be fine for a few more minutes, you thought. But you had to figure out something with Jj, at least check up on him.

So, you put it into your phone and began driving to the restaurant.

You walked in on Jj having some sort of speech. You stood, frozen in your spot.

“My best friend, John B, did not kill Sheriff Peterkin! Rafe Cameron killed and shot the sheriff in cold blood!”

You swallowed as you listened. He wasn’t wrong. And that was the worst part.

He wasn’t wrong and yet you still felt for Rafe, you understood what he was going through and what he thought.

But he was still a murderer. A murderer who helped you in your darkest times, a murderer who you met while doing some stupid job as a teenager.

How was he going to react when he realized you’ve been dating him for months?

Kelce scoffed.

“That’s what happened.”

“Is that so hard to believe, Kelc?”

“It is actually hard for me to believe, because you know, it’s always…” he stood up from his chair. “The kooks fault. It’s never the pogues fault.”

Jesus Christ, this stupid shit. It was stupid, the whole pogues vs kooks thing. You never understood or cared for it.

Jj poured water onto Kelce, and Kelce threw his hands at Jj.

You stepped in now, grabbing Jj and pulling him away while Topper grabbed Kelce.

“Get off me!” He shoved you, the two broke up finally.

“It’s not the time, man.”

“Jj.” His boss called.

“Yeah, I know Raz. I’m fired.” He threw off his apron, you followed behind Jj, grabbing his shoulder.

“What the fuck was that?!” You asked him. He whipped around to meet your eyes.

“I cant stand there and fuckin’ listen to their bullshit! That’s my fucking friend they’re talking about, y/n. That’s my friend.” He motioned to them.

“I get it, J. I do, but you can’t keep doing this. You’re already on probation-“

“I don’t care, y/n. I don’t care anymore.” He hopped on his dirt bike. You called his name, he drove straight into the flowers, destroying it.

“Jj- please!” You shouted, he just drove off, flicking them off.

He sounded just like your dad.

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i’m so glad u do jj imagines he has my heart😻

anyways so

jj x reader where she’s like really close to all the pogues, and they’re all protective of her, maybe she could be like the youngest one or something, and rafe hits on her at a party and jj comes to the rescue and it ends w them telling their feelings to eachother

i love all your work so much btw!!

pairing. jj x fem!reader

warnings. alcohol consumption, rafe being rafe, mention of hangovers

summary. when rafe bothers reader ar a party, jj comes to the rescue.

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It was all a haze. The drinking, the loud music, the dancing. It felt like a big fever dream. You don't even remember where you are. All you remember is coming in with Pogues and now, you have no idea where you are.

This might've been your 3rd drink. Or wait, was it 5? You can't remember. You were laying on the couch trying to recenter yourself when you feel the couch next to you dip. You turn your head to meet Rafe Cameron's gaze.

You never liked him. He was always mean to the Pogues, including you for a while but he hasn't bothered you since you had started dating JJ. You were the youngest one of the group, just by a few months but the youngest nonetheless so the Pogues were very protective of as well and after a few fights with Kie and John B, Rafe had finally backed off.

Rafe knew better than to mess with JJ's girlfriend and the Pogues beloved baby Pogue. Or so they thought.

"Hey Y/N." He spoke, a smile playing on his lips.

You were confused on why he was even acknowledging you, he usually just ignored your existence. "Hey."

"How are you enjoying the party, is JJ here?"

You paused for a second, why did he care if JJ was here or not? "Uh, yeah. He's somewhere."

You were to drunk to realize that Rafe was very much flirting with you. He talked your ear off about golf and you were getting overwhelmed. Rafe had gotten closer to you, the music was too loud and you were nauseous from the drinks.

"Hey!" You heard someone shout. You turned around to see JJ walking towards you, a scowl on his face. You were instantly relieved because golf wasn't that interesting to you and you were getting tired; you just wanted to go home and sleep.

"JJ." Rafe sighed, as if even seeing him was an inconvenience.

"The fuck you talking Y/N for, huh?" JJ had grabbed your arm and pulled you up, putting an arm around your waist. His touch had help your sense calm down a bit.

Rafe rolled his eyes, getting up. "Calm your tits, man. I was just having friendly-"

"Friendly, my ass. You talk to her, again, I'll kill you." JJ had let go of you to get in Rafe's face to make his point. Rafe had let out a small laugh before raising his hands up in defense, walking away.

JJ turned to you, a sigh escaping his chapped lips. "You okay?"

"Yep, I feel a bit..." You paused, feeling your stomach grumble in pain. "Nauseaus."

JJ laughed and went over to you, putting an arm over your shoulder to help you walk. "How many drinks have you had?"

"I don't know like, five?"

"Five? You're a lightweight."

"Shut up." You grumbled unhappily. "Or I'll throw up all over you."

"Okay, okay. But Kie isn't going to be happy with you drinking that much because she had to take care of you last time."

You groaned at the mention of that night. And then you remembered that tomorrow, your hangover was probably going to be worse. JJ softened his gaze as he looked over at you.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you this time."

"Thanks, J." You smiled painfully before JJ bent his head towards you so he could plant a kiss on your lips. You melted into the kiss, your stomach pain gradually going away the more passionate the kiss became.

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 9 months

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rafe cameron x maybank!reader where r has to choose either her brother or her boyfriend at midsummers (s1)... and jj won't be happy either way.

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request!!!

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Everything went to shit after the sun set.

Rafe had asked you to go to midsummers with him. You had said yes. Everything leading up to this moment had been perfect. Sarah had let you borrow a dress to wear and you two had helped the other getting ready. Everything was going to be perfect.

That is until JJ showed up. There was no denying his accusations of you two dating. JJ had very clearly seen you and Rafe sneak off together.

"Me or him," your brother yells. How the fuck where you supposed to choose? Your brother or the love of your life?

"You need to calm-," Rafes words are cut off by your irrational brother.

"Did it sound like I was talking to you?" JJ asked. You put an arm on Rafe's bicep as he steps forward. You weren't going to let them fight.

"JJ, I," you looked at him. He practically had steam coming out of his ears, "This is so fucking stupid," you laughed. How could he expect you to choose.

"Yn, you knew you would have to choose eventually." Rafe said and he looked serious.

"Me or him," JJ said again.

"No, this is so fucking stupid I'm not going to choose. You two can get over yourselves and get along for me, of you can both lose me," you say before storming off with tears in your eyes.

You didn't know where to go or what to do. You couldn't go home. You couldn't go to Rafe. And you already knew they would look for you at the chateau.

You hide in the gazebo. Not your best moment. Crying in a gazebo on what was supposed to of been an amazing night.

"Babe?" You heard a voice call. Fuck. Rafe had found you. You didn't want to see him right now. You didn't want to see anyone.

"Fuck off," you said. Your voice cracked on the last syllable.

"I'm sorry, what happened was ridiculous. I shouldn't of acted like that," Rafe said. He sat down next to you.

"Do you know where JJ is?" You asked as Rafe pulled you into a hug. At least one of them had come to their senses.

"I looked for him but he left right after the fight," Rafe said.

"I didn't leave I just didn't want to deal with y'all's shit," JJ said as he walked into the gazebo. "I can't believe I'm going to say this," he mutters, "I will tolerate him because he makes you happy. But i still hate him," JJ says.

"Thank you," you say and stand up to hug him. You feel one of JJ's arms leave your back. "are you flipping Rafe off?" You scold pulling back.

"No," JJ says far to quickly, "I said I would tolerate him, not be his best friend."

It was a compromise.

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Here For You || JJ Maybank

Summary: Request - could you write a jj maybank and sister where she has a panic attack and he helps?

A/N - Ahhh I just cannot get enough of a good old hurt/comfort. This was a little different of a write since its an X sister! insert but I had a really good time writing it. A little shorter than usual but I really like it! Thanks for the request @obxlover14

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k+

TW: Talks of Breakdowns, anxiety, overwhelming feelings etc.

It always happened when you least expected. The panic came over in a massive wave that engulfed your entirety seemingly out of nowhere. You’d been stressing out a little lately. Getting older meant decisions had to be made. Were you going to try and go to college? Or were you simply going to stay on the island and find weird jobs after graduating high school being the disappointment your dad expected from you? These thoughts consumed you whole making it hard to think of anything else. You started ruminating on it and before you knew it hot tears were streaming down your face.

It usually didn’t get this bad. You were normally able to stop you brain from going this far down the spiral it so often wanted to. You were a complete and utter mess who hid it well from the others. Ever since your mother left nearly ten years ago your father become more and more abusive as the years ticked on. Attributing that to your anxiety all you wanted to do was get the hell out. You knew JJ wanted to as well and he could. He turned eighteen a few months ago. But he waited around for you. Far too terrified at the thought of leaving you alone with your shared father. If you could even call him that anymore.

You found a wall in the hallway leading up to the kitchen and leaned back on it. Sliding down you brought your knees in close to your chest trying to huddle in on yourself. Bringing your hands up your tried to rub the anxiety away from your face to no avail. You tried your normal methods of calming down but was coming up devastatingly short. Tears kept slipping out of your eyes as your tried to slow your every increasing heart rate. Thank God your father was at work, you couldn’t imagine the ass beating that would come from a breakdown. Only further deteriorating your already rapidly declining mental state.

Not having a clue how long you were sitting there you tried your best counting back from a hundred. Trying to ground yourself in the moment. But you just couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. You kept losing track and having to restart after your mind started playing those normal tricks on you.

You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder breaking you from the trance you were seemingly locked in on. Head snapping around you met the familiar blue eyes of your older brother. Normally happy go lucky but a growing concern clouded his vision as he looked you over.

He grabbed at the hand that was grabbing at your own face, prying it away from its grasp, “Hey kid, there you are.” His smile was anything but real but he was trying his best to get you comfortable. It wasn’t all the often he came home to you cowering in on yourself on the floor unresponsive to his calls.

“I’m sorry.” You looked at him with wide eyes as you came back to the present. How long were you sitting there? A few seconds? Minutes? Hours? You hadn’t a damn clue.

He ignored you continuing, “Are you okay? I called out for you a few times.” He looked you over only giving a soft sigh once he concluded you were physically fine. Mentally he hadn’t any idea what you were going through.

You nodded before looking away. Suddenly embarrassed by your episode, “I’m okay JJ.” You voice rasped out sounding like it hadn’t been used in weeks. Were you yelling? Why did it sound so hoarse?

“That’s not very believable kid.” He sat down next to you letting you know he wasn’t planning on going anywhere until you stated speaking. As gently as JJ could manage he brushed your hair out of your face.

“Well, you better believe it.” You offered a rather pathetic smile. Again, not terrible believable and JJ clocked it.

“Come on, spill.” He spoke waiting on your response.

You looked him over. He didn’t look very thrilled with you. It was more out of concern than anything else, but it still made you terribly embarrassed. It seemed so pathetic, especially when you tried to explain it out loud.

“I’m just overwhelmed J.” You sighed in defeat not really wanting to go into much more detail.

He cocked his head to the side ever so slightly as if trying to read your cryptic mind. Sure he was your sibling but he wasn’t a miracle worker. He didn’t know the ins and outs of what kept your mind racing, “What about?”

“The future.” You answered honestly not trying to hide it from it. He’d get the answer he wanted from you anyway.

He gave you the first genuine smile of the afternoon, “You’re only a Junior. You’ve got some time to figure it out.”

You shook your head, “Applications are due soon. I don’t even know if I want to go to college. What will I do there? I can’t waste any time there. Don’t have the money too…” You began to babble.

He placed a grounding hand on your shoulder, “Relax, Y/N.”

“I can’t JJ!” You snapped. Eyes wide. You rarely yelled at your older brother. You knew better.

He ignored your outburst once again and placed a second hand on your other shoulder, “I need you to breathe after me. Alright?”

You nodded watching him closely. Mimicking his actions slowly. Breathing in for a second longer than you wanted and out. Copying him for a few minutes did actually help as your breathing slowed which also dropped your heartrate.

A few more tears slipped down your face as you calmed down. Thank goodness for your older brother being able to break you from the entrapment of your mind. After one last shaky breath your eyes met his once again. He looked nervous. It was an expression your rarely, if ever, saw on your older brother and you were sure it was because of you. What a time to have a mental fucking breakdown.

“I’m sorry J.” You breathed out in more of a whisper once again embarrassed by your very own whisper.

He shook his head, “Don’t say sorry. That’s what I’m here for kid.” Knowing that you were somewhat okay he reached over and wrapped you into his arm giving you one big squeeze. JJ adored you, his younger sister by a few years. See, you were the best of the Maybank’s. As kind as they came and smarter than ever. JJ knew he had to get you off this island one way or another. After seeing you so panic stricken over everything JJ knew it wasn’t a matter of it but when. You were too good for this island. Bound for so much more even if you didn’t know it yet. JJ did.

You nodded into his shoulder not daring to say another word knowing it’d come out a shaky mess. It was nice letting yourself feel the comfort from somebody you loved and adored. JJ might not have known it but you always looked up to him. He was never afraid to speak his mind, make new friends, go on crazy adventures. He was the opposite of you and you adored that about him. He was so unashamed to be himself. It did get him into trouble more than you liked to admit.

He spoke up breaking you out of your quiet stupor once more, “You don’t have to be scared. That’s what I’m here. That’s what the pogues are here for. We’re here to talk, okay?”

You nodded knowing you would never actually take him seriously. It wasn’t your place to bother them with sixteen-year-old problems. They had their own shit to deal with. Own people to please.

“Hey, I’m serious.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. He wouldn’t take that as an answer though.

“Look at me kid.” He said more seriously than he had in this entire interaction with him.

You did as he said and waited.

“You’ve got to speak to me. Talk to me. Or somebody. You can’t let these emotions bottle up anymore. It’s okay if you’ve got to talk about it. But you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze letting you know he was there for you, always.

When you didn’t speak he finished, “I’m here for you kid.”

“I love you J.”

His smile reached his eyes, “I love you too kiddo. Forever and always. But you know that.”

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JJ Maybank - Older sister - Headcanon

Herds JJ and his friends away from fights.

Nags her brother to do his homework on time and knows that JJ drags it out just to annoy her.

Stupid dares when they're home alone and have a run of the house.

Would both eat cereal for every meal of the day.

Has a soft spot for Pope and loves listening to all the obscure facts he spurts out. Asks him loads of questions, genuinely interested in what he has to say.

Early morning surf sessions after not seeing each other for a few days.

Text check ins...mostly so she can see he's not done anything too reckless.

Hates when she pulls rank and say she's older. "But I'm taller," he says crossing his arms, which normally earns him a shove.

Doesn't lie to her, knows she can tell if he is...so doesn't even bother.

Biggest JJ protector, acts as peacekeeper between him and their dad. Comes unstuck later on though when she gets the rest of Lukes wrath when JJ isn't there.

Codewords between her and JJ so they don't run into Luke... "We''ve got 1180 in progress."

Dropped out of school to make sure there was food and bills were paid.

Drives a beat up old car that JJ even jokes he doesn't want passed down to him.

Learns how to do different hair styles from Kie and has a friendship bracelet from her.

Calls JJ every time her car brakes down.

JJ teasing her for everything and anything he can.

John B always taking her side whenever JJ isn't thinking things through properly.

Hangs out with pogues every now and then but doesn't want to get in the way of his friendships.

Has an on and off relationship with a guy who lets her stay at his whenever she needs somewhere to crash.

Works on a fishing boat during the summer holidays so could be gone for a couple of weeks, but it's good money so she just does it.

Reminds JJ to be careful instead of good.

Nickname is Missy.

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JJ maybank

JJ Maybank x sister reader

warnings: profanity, physical aggression mentions, small blood mention and a very cute JJ

English is not my first language so it may contain grammar errors.

It was no secret that Luke was a piece of shit, but still, no one ever volunteered to help you and JJ. But it was okay, you could manage, that's what JJ always told you, not that it was true. All you wanted to do was go home to pick up a few things before heading to work, but your life isn't simple and that little task couldn't be either. As soon as you entered the house, you saw Luke sitting on the couch, and you remembered a few days ago. He was hitting you and you punched him before running away, and knowing that it would come back to you, you chose not to go home for a few days. But today it was necessary. You thought of some way to get to your room without him seeing you, but there was no way since to go to your room you would have to pass in front of the couch and your bedroom window is probably locked from the inside. With nowhere to run you take a deep breath opening the door all the way, and as a result Luke looks at you and smirks.

"So you finally decided to come home?" He gets up and walks towards you.

"I need to get some stuff dad that's all." You walk towards your room past him, but stop when you feel a tug on your hair pulling you back. Without having time to think, you feel a strong burning in your nose before feeling a sharp pain and feeling blood drip from it. After a few seconds you realize you've been punched. "Please dad, let go of me." You rock trying to get him to let go of your hair, and it works because he lets go of your hair and brings it down to your neck.

"Did you really think what you did the other day would go unnoticed? You have to understand who's in charge here!" Soon after a pain arises in your stomach making you run out of air, and after that many more punches came through your face and torso. You fall to the ground with an almost unbearable force and feel kicks being launched in your stomach. "Your mother should have taken you and that brat with her!" Giving one last kick he walks towards the door leaving and leaving her alone.

Soon the tears begin to stain her face and the sobs rise in her throat past the lump in her. You stay on the floor for a few more moments before getting up and heading to the bathroom. When you look in the mirror you see cuts and bruises all over your face, your nose was throbbing and bleeding, your arms are almost completely blue from the bruises, when you lift your shirt on your stomach the punches Luke gave you are marked in blue all over. It couldn't be hidden.

You get the things you needed from your room and head back to the Castle, you knew no one would be there now so no one would see your state. You cleaned up your wounds upon arrival and took a shower in preparation for work.

You worked at a seaside restaurant as a waitress, it was in the kooks part so the salary was good enough to take care of you and JJ.

Your day wasn't being one of the best, everyone was looking at you whispering, sure about the state of your face. To make matters worse Rafe and Topper were there, harassing you for a change.

"Me and my friend want two glasses of waitress soda." Rafe says with a mocking tone while giving that classic annoying smile.

"Of course sir." You held as hard as you could not to break the jar that was in your hand on his head.

You go back inside the restaurant and get what he ordered, you put Rafe's glass on the table and when you're walking to put Topper's glass in front of him you trip over something. As you look at what tripped you, you see Rafe's leg outstretched.

"You should be more careful." Rafe doesn't even hide his sneer anymore, he's laughing openly.

"Of course sir." And once again you do your best not to call him names, and you could see the irritation building in Rafe.

The day was over, and even though it wasn't good you managed to avoid losing your job. In the end it was a great achievement. Walking towards Castle John b feels like you're being pulled by someone, and soon you're in a shed with Rafe and Topper, which for you was a nightmare.

"What the fuck do you want?" You weren't on your shift anymore, so no need to be polite.

"I just want you to give your brother a warning." And once again in the day you feel a punch land in your face. The pain from the punch is even greater because of the bruises you already have, and with this one comes a few more.

"Tell your brother he and that other pougue will pay for what they did!" You don't even give him time to say anything else and you punch him in the face.

"What the fuck, I had nothing to do with this you little shit." And then you throw another punch at him with all your rage, but you feel Topper hold you back.

"Easy there mini pogue." That annoys you more than he could have imagined, and then you headbutt Topper in the face.

"Don't call me "mini pougue", I'm a complete pougue you dick up your ass." You get up and run as fast as you can to the Castle.

His day was really shitty, he'd been spanked by his dad earlier and now he'd been spanked by Rafe. Appreciate that the world is not in your favor.

You arrive at the Castle seeing everyone on the balcony, it would be impossible to pass by them without being noticed, so the way is to pretend that nothing happened.

"Hey guys!" You duck your face trying to get in as fast as you can, but you fail miserably.

"What happened to you?" JJ asks pulling you by the arm to examine him, when he looks up at your face his eyes widen.

"What the fuck happened?" He gently cups your face, examining you.

"It's no big deal, you just know the usual." You shrug omitting the part about Rafe.

"Dad hit you? Did you go home alone?" You nod your head to say yes to both questions.

"I told you not to go home alone Y/N. Come on!" He pulls you into the Castle and sits you on the sofa, he goes to the bathroom and returns with a first aid kit. He cleaned her bruises with all the gentleness he could muster. JJ hated seeing you like that, if he could he would absorb all your pain and suffering.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." He rests his head on his knees to hide the tears that sting his eyes.

"J you're not to blame, you can't be blamed for something that shit our dad did." You rest your hands in his hair with a light caress.

"I know, but I promised to protect you." He gets up sitting beside you, he pulls you by the shoulders to give you a hug.

"I don't want you to get hurt." She could already feel the tears almost running down her waterline.

"It's okay J, I'll be fine. You haven't failed to protect me, you're always doing it very well. But there are times when I can't, you're not an omnipresent being." You pat his head.

"I love you sister." You smile at his loving statement.

"Of course you do, and just for the record I recorded this and it's going to be my new ringtone." You say he quickly raises his head.

"Oh come on, you can't be serious." It checks you for your cell phone. "I didn't record it, but it would have been great to have that as my ringtone." You tease and feel him attack you with tickles.

"That's what you get for teasing me little girl." He attacks you with cosegas.

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thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles · 1 month

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I feel like big brother!JJ would do it if the other older sibling was a Kook😂. Like, maybe little Maybank reader got into a playground fight with Kelce’s little brother so now he and JJ are just swinging 😭😂

absolutely yes or like-- topper's fuckin' sister because she's mean to jj's little sib (boy or girl kooks are mean)

same goes for dad!JJ too because he'll absolutely throw hands with Rafe if the little Cameron is starting shit with his kid

#haven <3 #moots <3 #jj maybank x sister reader #dad!jj maybank

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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throw another stone at a glass house

request/summary; your writing literally gives me life. love it sm <3 would you be able to do something where jj and the reader get into an argument at dinner but they have a rule to never go to sleep mad at each other?

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings; fluff & angst, maybe a bit suggestive

authors note; love loved writing this anon :,) pls continue to send in requests ! gif creds to owner

His cured blood was boiling— searing even.

Eatery being complacent, fairy bulbs roped neatly and whimsically throughout the establishment. Fake plastic plant leaves braided about the paneled open roof. The trimming on the tables simplistic and clothed white, any other vibrancy would clash with the modern elegance that was being established. Clammer from steel trays and the mouthy Kooks that JJ was rubbing elbows with.

His attire is classy to fit his false image— dapper wrinkle-free black button up: buttons done up until the narrowing of his chest, not too revealing, not too Pogue-like. Arms broad and fibrous, giving quite the show whilst they bulged and unbulged with every movement he made. Grey slacks, steamed specifically for this event, an absolute fool as to not recognizing himself cleaned up so pleasantly.

The amount of meals he missed simply for this one meal, to scrimp and scrape pennies together merely to see a joyous picture-perfect smile planted on your face.

And he hadn’t told you he was doing so, but for about around a month now he’s been saying ‘Got a special night for us in the works baby.’

You knew it was tonight and you knew the address.

It wasn’t a familiar one, no, the both of you, Pogues, and not having heard of such a lavish restaurant. Hell, JJ was even awestruck himself when he stepped foot in the door.

But to him it was showing you a glimpse into the future with him. The life he would scavenge to define, to escape the one he’s living in now.

Full Kook.

But, nevertheless a Pogue at heart.

With that being said, he cannot fathom as to why you wouldn’t be here.

As to why you wouldn’t be here basking in the night, with him.

As to what could possibly be any more revelation, right here.

“Sir, are you ready to order yet?”

The same lanky waiter, with a nasal like voice spoke— and the irritation of it made JJ’s skin crawl. His class bow tie, with upheld posture was something JJ cut his eyes at, interrupting his thoughts as he already done prior.

“I told you no the past three times, didn’t I?”

JJ bit back at the man, partially because he’d been to JJ’s table all those times within the span of twenty minutes, not to mention prior to when he’d arrived two hours ago. The waiters mouth turns up in disgust.

“M’waitin’ for my girl, alright?”

He proceeds to add, confirming again to not come back unless he proclaimed he was ready. A kind way of saying ‘fuck off’.

“We cannot continue to keep holding your table this long, there are other people waiting to eat.”

“I’ll call her.”

The waiter clicks his tongue, spinning on his heels to the rest of his section to serve. And JJ presses your contact in his phone, as he did thirty six calls ago— to be exact.

Pitiful, going straight to voice mail, beating organ falling straight to his half-cut boot clad feet.

Pissed, seeing to it that he should be. All this money, all this devotion, only for it to go to waste due to you not being on time?

JJ would give his soul away not feel this.

On the verge of flipping over this table and making a scene just for shits and giggles, or to cope.

The reason you were late was anonymous to him. A slumber took over you, sleeping in later than usual after work, exhausted in that shared apartment. Forgetting to charge your phone, all events that pushed you farther and farther behind. Remnants leaving you pressed to get ready for the event, all whilst having to catch a ride from Kie.

One would probably wonder why JJ simply didn’t wait for you to get ready and just drive you to the surprise himself. He was too adamant, prying on the idea that, even appearance would be a remembrance factor.

Small heels colliding with cement in a clack sound, digits on the iron knob studying the building once more, to assure yourself this location was right.

Pulled straight out of a dream.

And you prodded on the thought of JJ affording this, the effort that went into it. Wondering why he thought he had to spend so much just on you, yet impressed with your boyfriend— if only you knew the sheer devastation upon him.

The red lacey satin of your dress was enough to turn heads and you did just that, strutting whimsically to the front podium to be sat at the table with JJ. Every Kook eye studied you, but you spotted one head of hair in particular. Sat in a dainty wooden chair that caused his back to be turned to you.

Numerous round tables, purely yearning for just that one.

That one with the unearthly being; light locks dancing over his features, and a jawline fierce enough to cut paper.

The one that’s battling with himself as to wether or not to make a big deal out of this, the moment he saw you next.

Little did he know you were feet away, gawking at him and the entirely ethereal gesture he did for you.

Jesus, he looks so fucking hot.

Dapper.

Heat growing on his neck whilst he feels a shadow standing over him, he continues to play with the given metal utensils in front of him.

Perhaps the knife grazing past his fingertips, would pain much less than the ache of disappointment surging in him.

He almost, turns to face the shadow preparing to tell the waiter off. But as his sense receptors fill with that familiar warm vanilla scent ...

He doesn't.

He doesn't because he knows it's you.

And he's gathering himself for the argument that's about to ensue.

Did JJ want to fuss and fight with you?

Absolutely not, he avoids confrontation at any given moment.

However, he is also human and can only take so much.

Your graceful hand stretches over his flexed back, tensing up at a touch that would normally lull him away into no tomorrow. Blue orbs daggering into your figure overtop his eyelashes, clearing his throat at your presence. Your chair scratched along the patterned wooden floor, a notion JJ always does; pulling your chair out.

This time, you do it with no complaints; declaring to avoid the subject at hand. Acknowledging that you were in deep shit with your lover.

That exact lover teaching you so: deny, deny, deny.

And God, that dress is hugging you so tight his hairs stand up on his neck. Alluring and sensual.

If he wasn't so fucking livid, he'd rile himself up enough to temper delicate, mouth-biting, love marks to your neck.

Over

And over

Again.

Until he got his fill.

You're supposed to be mad at her, JJ thought to himself.

"Hi, J!"

His insides rumbled as if he ate sour food.

But, no food would be eaten tonight.

"Hey."

His tone laced with malice and defeat. The worse kind of greeting, not the usual 'baby' or 'pretty girl' attached to it.

Then you knew were in for it.

"Thank you for tonight, s'so pretty baby."

Reading you, he knew you were probably thinking how he managed to get a table here. But something this polite, it was uncalled for to ask such a question.

"Yeah, it was prettier earlier."

He muttered under his breath, with his face contorting into a frown. Across the table yet so far away, the bright light of the eatery highlighting his cheek bones so handsomely. And you longed for him to be, himself.

"What'd you say?"

His words unclear, he was someone that usually has a voice prominent enough to hear from miles away; so it couldn't have been anything loving.

"Nothin'."

Accent think and harsh, eye contact here and there, though it wasn't anything promising.

"Gonna' have to fix your face J, it might ruin the night."

You gasped out a laugh, but to JJ it wasn't fucking funny.

If he wanted to glower, then he'd do so and he meant it.

How dare you joke about something he busted his ass to do, money that could've been enough to pay the apartments rent that month.

He thought you were being ungrateful and that you didn't appreciate him.

First you were behind time, and now you're laughing in his damn face beating around the obvious bush that was weighing him down.

And he can't help himself.

"No ... you ruined the Goddamn night!" He spat, voice broad and demanding, through grit teeth. Knowing that if he spoke any louder the couple would be asked to leave.

He's disgusted with you for being so careless with his feelings.

A night that was supposed to be filled with desperate, needy touches, and bellies full of the finest food; JJ could find it coming to a halt.

You grew ansty in your seat at his remark, lungs missing air and guilt replaced it.

Remorse entering your features.

Falling apart at the cause of his disfunction being you.

"I didn't mean to, JJ."

You reach for his hand across the table, veins apparent and digits long; in effort to console him for your mishap of being extremely late. And he lets you interlock your finger with his upsettingly, though he waited for that same touch all night; unable to deny any touch from you.

To get his point across, he lets go.

"But, you did."

He corrected you with a tilt of his head, replacing your missing fingers with a comb through his hair.

"I-I overslept after work ... and-"

"That's such bullshit. Do you know how many long hours I worked for tonight? Just for you to not be here?"

The palm of his hand slams against the table, drawing the attention of the couple next to the two. You hurriedly shush him, bringing his anger back down to earth.

"M'trying to say sorry JJ."

Both sets of eyes glare at eachother as if in competition, and JJ's stomach whirls.

"I don't want a sorry, I wanted you to be here."

"Well ... well, I'm here now. We can still order, J."

You try again but ultimately fail.

"M'not sitting here with you and pretending like everything's 'dandy', when you fucked everything up."

His words were cold and emotionless. You search for everything to say, but all that JJ said clarified it for you. Your sullen heart thumped, salty tears brimming at corners of your eyes.

Making you feel small.

Fighting to prevent them, so you didn’t fall apart in the middle of this restaurant.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

He wasn’t cruel, not enough away, to leave you here with no way back to the shared home.

No matter how big the fight or the cause of it, it always left JJ wondering if you still besotted him the way he did you.

He wondered why, altogether going with the fact that nothing was ever permanent in his life,

Did you still crave him— on your lips, in your lungs, and beneath your skin?

One way to describe the ride home was— sickeningly tense.

Amid his rage, his hand clutches the wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. Stealing glances at you, hoping you didn’t hate him. Neither of them able to etch a sentence, whilst the radio played and you sat turned with your knees to the door staring out of the window.

Oddly close enough to your position now.

On the edge of your side of the bed. Admiring JJ peel off his pants and unbutton his shirt, leaving them aimlessly on the carpeted floor— stripped down to his only boxers.

You’d thought you wouldn’t get much comfort tonight, being that he avoided even still after arriving home. Mustering a ‘gonna’ pick up the kitchen’, knowing full well it was only to an excuse to not be up under you while you both were overstimulated and on edge. Leaving you to get the bed ready and practice your night time routine. That’s why you are in the pajama attire of JJ’s t-shirt, his musk still attached to it.

His flesh on fire, conscious that you were boring at him.

‘When you fucked everything up,’ stung your chest and tainted your mind.

Reflecting, he’d wished he would’ve cut you some slack.

His baby, that he hoped for on nights when he had no one.

He baby, that he hoped for on every shooting star.

His baby, that he hoped for in a crowd of people.

His baby.

There was this rule book.

This rule book, was true and real, and contained all the expectations you and JJ had for eachother being together. It was for numerous reasons to begin with, but a year passed by and another and they fully became implicated.

The rule book was a thin black note book, adorned with two red pairs of lips. One was yours, and one was JJ’s— having put red lipstick on his puckered lips, afterwards staining your entire face with them.

Painting your face with his desire for you.

And still that notebook remains framed in the living room, just above the TV.

Rule #1: Never go to sleep mad at eachother.

It was in big, chunky black letters— JJ wrote it and with every letter he wrote he meant it more. One would think cheating would be at the top of the list— but that wasn’t a worry.

It wasn’t a concern because if JJ could inject you into his veins he would do just that.

And so would you.

Opening up his heart to you was not a thing he’d ever regret doing.

Letting himself become infatuated with you, and letting you treat him the way he deserved to be.

You’d silently prayed that JJ would enforce the rule tonight, seeing as even though you did fuck up, you had reason to be irate as well.

His feet pad against the khaki carpet to switch off the bedroom lights. Miscellaneous TV show, playing whilst it illuminated his appearance. He made a b-line for his side of the bed, queen size engulfing him. And you did the same, twisting to lie in bed next to him, but not right beside him.

Lying the exact same— backs flat against the black silk sheets, duvet pulled up past either arms. Pairs of eyes darting at the the other. Except JJ’s left arm is behind his head, the muscle fissuring with ease as it grooved forward from the small glance you got. His right arm is the one closest to you, flat in the open space between the two.

He doesn’t know what to do.

He doesn’t know how to lay.

He is so use to having skin on skin contact, but now he’s lying alone and deprived of your touch.

And you would initiate but you quiver at being denied again.

“Y’know you can’t go to sleep yet.”

His raspiness booms and echoes off the walls, causing you to jump in the slightest. Still continuing to look forward at the cinema before him, you bore into him with furrowed eyebrows— head turning on the firm pillow.

“How come?”

His insides fluttered at your melodic and rhythmically put together voice.

He’s still scolding to the touch, but realizing his tad of unreasonableness consumes him. Turning to his side, he faces you, an everlasting lump in his throat.

“Rule number one-“

“Never go to bed mad at eachother.”

You finish his sentence, and his mouth is partially open. Heartbeat becoming deathly, hands clammy at him bringing the rule book up. He remembered.

He remembered it all.

“So can we stop being mad?”

He pleads, voice cracking in the slightest.

Giving himself to you in every way possible.

Vulnerability only amendable when he’s near you.

Enchanted and explicitly, letting you suck his soul in.

And he didn’t care.

“I was never mad at you J, you were mad at me.”

Solely, truthful acknowledging that you couldn’t be viled at him chewing you out at dinner. Feeling like you deserved every bit of it.

“I s-shouldnt have said that, baby m’sorry.”

His lone hand encapsules your shoulder, the pet name leaving his mouth smoothly, a part of his everyday vocabulary. You crane your neck to place small pecks to each one of his knuckles, showing each one more attention than the last.

“S’okay, I get it J.”

“Just wanted us to have tonight, for us.”

“I ruined it, I know-“

“Nothing’s ruined … we still have us.”

His head lowers, lips puckering in the faintest way. Softly pressing with yours, all whilst enveloping you closer into his frame. An embrace his sore body hungered for. Tongue delving into your mouth, molding together like puzzle pieces. Angrily kissing to make up for the love lost today, he hummed at the comforting sensation.

“And m’not letting go of that, baby.”

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To Say “I Love You” Right Out Loud | JJ Maybank

summary: JJ revisits his childhood and how he grew up with you through every side of life until he finally understands why this makes you so special

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader

genre: fluff, a spark of angst

contains: a combo of “Both Sides Now” by Joni Mitchell and Love Actually (2003), mentions of death and child abuse. John B and JJ are childhood friends in this. I don’t know how to write dialogue. Drug usage (beer, weed).

word count: 6k

author’s note: I was immediately triggered by Joni’s astonishing performance at the Grammy’s and by remembering that the song is in one of my favorite movies. This is my favorite fanfiction I’ve probably ever written and I put so much time and love into this I really hope you like it.

Rows and flows of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air; and feather canyons everywhere. I looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and they snow on everyone; so many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

College had finally ended. They had finally done it. Against all odds and contrary to the expectations of others, the pogues were finally free to embark on their own paths. And so, they gathered for one last celebration, a bonfire near the Cat's Ass, surrounded by shotguns, snacks, and reminiscing in the familiar feeling of just being together.

Spreading themselves along the space at the Chateau's yard, most of them ended up divided the comfortable water at the tub and the warmth of the fire, their laughter mingling with the sound of running water as they shared stories of what each of them could remember of their time roaming the Outer Banks as this fearless gang; the sentiment of each flashback was being intensified from the time they spent apart. As they were the pogues, it was not like their time together was abruptly interrupted, but the responsibilities and the minor distance happened during college, and they couldn't run away from it's effects; but the memories of those days seemed tattooed into their hearts and minds as they could recall every moment in lighthearted detail.

In a corner of the Cat's Ass, JJ found himself lost in a sea of memories, surrounded by the comforting embrace of his friends. You sat beside him in the water, the coolness soothing against your skin, while Cleo and Pope nestled comfortably at his other side. Outside, John B, Sarah, and Kie laughed and joked, their voices carrying on the night breeze. As he watched them, a faint, nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of JJ's lips, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history, thinking back on how far they had come. They had started as a trio—himself and the Routledge twins, bound together by fate and circumstance.

The tree of you lay sprawled out on the sand for what seemed like hours, your eyes tracing the ever-changing shapes that danced across the sky. Castles, pirates, turtles—your imaginations ran wild, weaving tales of adventure and intrigue as you watched the clouds drift lazily overhead. At nine years old, you had joined your brother and JJ just a few moments ago, after spending the afternoon at a friend's house watching a Christmas movie, "Love Actually," with her mother.

As you settled into the sand, JJ couldn't resist a playful jab at the movie, dismissing it as a "dumb chick flick." his mind still floated between that child-like distaste of girls and the appreciation of you tagging along with him and John B back then. You swatted at him, your tiny arms barely reaching his chest, but it only elicited a smirk from the blond pogue. It was nice for you to actually share a moment with a nurturing figure at the absence of your own mom, who had just recently left for Colorado. Besides, you had eaten a whole bag of M&M's that she bought for you to share and you really liked the movie, even if it was funny how sometimes Mia's mom would tell you to close your eyes, your ears, or how sometimes you didnt really catch why she was laughing at some weird scene. You just rolled your eyes and brushed JJ's comment off, suggesting the sky gazing then relishing in the opportunity to spend time with him and your brother.

Your days were often filled with moments like this, carefree and full of laughter, the sound echoing against the backdrop of crashing waves. JJ's mother would eventually come to fetch the three of you, ushering you inside for sweet treats and cozy nights spent squeezed together in JJ's tiny room. Or you'd spend hours playing in the grass, watching as the river met the sea, until Big John's bell rang out, signaling the end of another day. You would get home covered in dirt, JJs hair color nearing yours and your brothers, so you would have a nice shower and come out to your dad telling treasure tales and making you hot chocolate.

One day, as Big John finished building a set of three swings for you, JJ's parents arrived. Standing side by side, the couple had brought beer and peanuts to complement what your dad already had inside for the night. That day, you were playing for hours, your small frame struggling to mount the swing until the duo stepped in to help. John B had made a mess while trying to help you hop on, and JJ stepped forward to push you, but in excited haste, he pushed too hard, and you tumbled to the ground, scraping your knee. As your first cry pierced the air, the adults rushed to your side, JJ's mother soothing your pain with stinging medicine and comforting words.

In the corner of your eye, you caught sight of JJ, guilt etched on his face as he watched you wince in pain. But your brother nudged him, urging him to shake off his guilt and claiming that this was just a mere blip in the larger scale of the adventure you lived today.

And as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the beach, Luke took charge, setting a bonfire ablaze near the ancient tree in the backyard. The flames flickered casting shadows that stretched out against the sand. You gathered around the fire, marshmallows in hand to be skewered and toasted, laughter filled the air and echoed into the night. The hours slipped away unnoticed, so as the night wore on and the fire burned low, reluctantly, you bid farewell to your blonde friend as he left with his parents.

The life you lived was simple; living in the less fortunate side of the island, you couldnt really enjoy much more than moments like these; the food wasn't fancy, the drinks weren't expensive, your houses weren't pretty and big, so you relied mostly in home made playthings and your own imagination, but you were happy that way; the youthful innocence made all the diferences between you and the kooks be seen with rose coloured glasses, and while in the company of your brother, your best friend, and the team of parents that you saw as guardian angels, it all just seemed warm. It seemed like it would be fine.

One day, though, just as the sky turns cloudy at the end of summer, signaling the onset of storm season, JJ's demeanor shifted, casting a shadow over his usual brightness. At fourteen now, he had been seeming distant and preoccupied at school for weeks, until one day after class, he reached out to you with a heavy heart. Fidgeting nervously, his hands clammy and cold, he confided in you about his mother's illness, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air. Knowing how much his mother meant to you both, he sought solace in sharing his burden with you, trusting you with his vulnerability. "Mumma's sick, I think... been in the hospital for a while now," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't visit because I'm not sixteen yet... I- I wanted you to know, but you can't tell John B." And as you hugged him, you promised to keep his secret, the first one you kept just between the two of you.

And as JJ clung to you and John B in the solemn silence of the cemetery, the stark reality of their loss weighed heavily upon you, casting a shadow over your once bright and colorful world.. JJ's mother's absence lingered like a specter in their home, his father grappled with the weight of his grief, seeking solace in alcohol and spiraling into a downward spiral of despair. The once vibrant hues of their family life began to fade, replaced by the darkness of addiction and aggression. JJ watched helplessly as his father's temper flared more frequently, his outbursts leaving scars both physical and emotional. The sanctuary of their home became a battleground, each day a struggle to navigate the minefield of his father's unpredictable moods.

In the aftermath of his mother's passing and the turmoil within his home, JJ withdrew into himself, building walls around his heart that even his closest friends struggled to breach. He became increasingly unreachable, his once vibrant presence dimmed by the weight of his grief and the scars of his father's aggression. Some days, he would disappear altogether, only to reappear with a purple eye hidden beneath dark glasses, a silent testament to the struggles he faced behind closed doors. And when he did show up, his demeanor was somber, his face etched with a perpetual frown as he rejected activities he once enjoyed. Even cloudgazing at the beach became a source of frustration for JJ, as he lamented the impending rain or the end of summer, his words tinged with bitterness and resignation. As you and your brother looked on, helpless in the face of his pain, you could only watch as JJ retreated further into himself, the vibrant colors of his spirit muted by the shadows that engulfed him.

The tension crackled in the air as you confronted JJ, frustration bubbling to the surface like a storm about to break. "Why won't you just watch 'Love Actually' with me, like, once? It'd help distracting you, y'know!?" you demanded, your voice tinged with exasperation. "You can't keep avoiding fun, JJ. You can't lose hope and light just because things are tough."

But JJ's response was sharp, his tone laced with bitterness. "Those things are for kooks, y/n" he retorted, his words heavy with the weight of his pain. "Pogues can't afford to indulge in luxuries like love and hope. We have to focus on surviving you know."

Your heart sank at his words, feeling the distance between you grow with each passing moment. "If you really look for it, JJ," you countered softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've got a sneaky feeling that love is all around. Even for us Pogues." But JJ's expression remained hardened, his walls firmly in place as he turned away, the gap between you widening with each step he took.

John B stepped in a while later, his voice calm but firm as he defended his friend. "He's been through a lot," John B interjected, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of empathy and understanding. "Give him time, he'll come around. I know he will."

But despite John B's reassurances, the weight of your worry and frustration bore down on you like a heavy burden. Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you sought solace in the arms of your father, tears streaming down your cheeks as you poured out your heart. "I didn't mean to be petty," you sobbed, your voice choked with emotion. "But I'm just so worried about how Luke has been treating JJ. I miss him, Dad. I miss the way things used to be." And as your father held you close, comforting whispers soothing your troubled mind, you cried yourself to sleep, longing for the comfort of simpler times and the warmth of JJ's presence by your side.

A few days after the heated exchange, JJ found himself drawn to the familiar solace of the beach. As he laid alone on the sand, the rhythmic sound of the waves echoing in the background, he cast his gaze upward, chuckling at the shifting shapes and colors of the clouds above. Yet, amidst the tranquility of the moment, a pang of longing stirred within him.

Reflecting on recent events, JJ realized that he had begun to see clouds from two distinct perspectives—from the highs and lows of life's tumultuous journey. But amidst the solitude, his mind drifted to an understanding; to how he seemed to have looked at clouds like this from two different perspectives now, from up and down, and still he would recall better colorful and elusive memory of your company. He remembered the joy of pointing out funny shapes at the sky with you and your brother, laughter echoing into the vast expanse. It was a memory painted in hues of warmth that contrasted with the darker shades of recent events. In that fleeting moment of recollection, JJ yearned to return to that moment exactly, to say sorry, at least. And alone at that same beach, he felt like he had a perspective of a future for the first time in a long time. He wanted to see if he truly knew clouds at all, or if there was a new side to it.

JJ was abruptly brought back to reality by Pope's punchline of a memory of his own; he was retelling the story of how he met Cleo at college, and how she wouldn't have passed half her subjects f it wasn't for him. As the group erupted into laughter, he did the same to mask the fact that he had zoned out for a minute, but JJ's gaze instinctively sought yours, his heart yearning for the comfort of your smile. And as his eyes met yours, a warmth spread through him, his thoughts drifting to another memory

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels; the dizzy dancing way that you feel as every fairy tale comes real. I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show, and you leave 'em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.

At sixteen years old, you had a full understanding of the dizzying, electric sensation that washed over you whenever JJ emerged from the sea, his board in hand. It was a feeling that stirred deep within you, igniting a spark that refused to be extinguished. Yet, despite the intensity of your emotions, uncertainty plagued your heart. You couldn't decipher JJ's true feelings for you; for every significant gesture or word he offered, there was an equal measure of aloofness or distance.

There were moments when JJ's actions spoke volumes, leaving you breathless with hope and anticipation. But just as quickly, he would retreat into himself, leaving you to question whether his affections were genuine or merely fleeting. And then there were the times when he would disappear into the crowd at a kegger, his attention captured by another girl, leaving you to grapple with the ache of unrequited longing.

Fearing the consequences, you kept your emotions hidden from your brother, John B, despite his keen intuition and suspicions about your lingering glances. Instead, you found solace in the companionship of Pope and Kiara, the only other pogue girl. Your friendship with Kiara blossomed rapidly, providing a safe haven where you could confide in her about everything, including the complexities of your feelings for JJ, seeking her guidance and understanding.

In December of that same year, a vivid memory remains etched in your mind—the day JJ was meant to pick you up from work and take you to the Chateau to meet up with the rest of the crew. Kiara had proposed the idea of a secret Santa, with the stipulation that the gifts could only be candy or chocolate—She herself aiming to guarantee that she'd get a bag or two of Sour Patch Kids. As you exited the souvenir shop, clutching your own "Paradise On Earth" cap, you spotted JJ waiting for you by the Twinkie—the van John B claimed would be safer than the bike. With both hands hidden behind his back, you shot him a questioning look. "Hello?" you greeted tilting your head slightly to the side, to which he responded with a playful smile, feigning surprise at seeing you. "Oh, hello ma'am, your carriage is right here!" he exclaimed, extending his arms towards the open door of the van, one hand tightly clutching something that piqued your curiosity. Hopping onto the Twinkie, you couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious object as JJ closed the door and took his place behind the wheel.

During the ride, JJ attempted to coax the name of your secret Santa out of you, but you remained tight-lipped. Upon parking the van at the Chateau, he sat in silence for a few moments, and you studied him intently. "Oh, before I forget," he said non-chalantly, reaching into his pocket and offering you the object he had been concealing—a ceramic lobster adorned with a tiny Christmas hat, clearly crafted by him. "This is for the nativity scene you keep in your room, I just didn't have time to make the other one..." he explained, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he confessed that he hadn't received your name for the candy exchange but couldn't bear to leave you without a gift.

You stood in awe for a moment, marveling at the thoughtful gesture and the evident reference it held. JJ's apprehension melted away as your eyes met his, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "Wait, wait, wait... Are you trying to tell me that there was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus?" you quoted, teasingly. JJ rolled his eyes playfully, completing the reference with a loud "duh!" his laughter mingling with yours as you stepped out of the car into the moonlit night, making a lighthearted entrance at the Chateau and eliciting a knowing look from Kiara towards John B.

As time passed, you welcomed Sarah into the fold, introduced by John B with starry-eyed affection that spoke volumes of their budding romance. With the dynamic between her and Kiara settled, John B wasted no time in proudly declaring their relationship to the group—a declaration met with hugs, smiles, and lighthearted jokes about not hurting each other.

One day, Sarah suggested a surf trip to a lesser-known beach nestled between Figure 8 and the Cut, its pristine beauty a sight to behold with crystalline waters and powdery white sand. As you surfed the afternoon away, basking in the warmth of the sun, you found yourself sprawled on the sand along with the rest of the group, supporting yourself on your elbows and catching your breath as you watched JJ roll a joint with practiced ease. "I like this shit," JJ declared, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "We can be neglected misfits or whatever, but I love leading this life with you guys. I don't even care about what people think of me! "long as I have a board and you guys, 'm gonna be saying I'm rich... Especially if I have this!" He gestured towards the joint, his words met with cheers from the group.

Your smile started weak but grew as the group cheered. In that moment, you felt a sense of family, and your appreciation for JJ weighed heavily on your chest. Despite the challenges, he had found a way to see life in a positive light, even after Big John went missing. As the wind blew sea salt into your eyes, you turned your face toward JJ. "Yeah, yeah… you know, I keep saying it… but if you really look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that—"

"Y/n, if I hear that quote just one more time!" Sarah interrupted, and the others joined in with her lighthearted protest.

With time, JJ's behavior became increasingly perplexing since after sharing moments like this, he would leave you alone, retreating into the company of the other Pogues with a suddenness that felt jarring and awkward. His focus would shift, his attention consumed by their own banter, leaving you to wonder where you fit into the equation.

It was during these moments of isolation that doubts crept in, whispering of insecurities and unspoken fears that lingered just beneath the surface. Wondering if you did something wrong, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as you watched JJ immerse himself in the dynamics of the group, his laughter mingling with theirs as you stood on the sidelines, a silent observer to a world that felt increasingly distant and unfamiliar.

One morning, as you shuffled through the Chateau's corridors, the aroma of breakfast lingering in the air as John B shuffled through the kitchen, you noticed JJ's door ajar. You peeked inside with the intention of wishing him a good morning, only to be met with a sight that shattered your makeshift reality of him. JJ hovered over another girl in his bed, their closeness echoing a betrayal that left you speechless.

"Hey, whoa! Sorry!" His voice softened as he realized it was you, not your brother, at the door. The shock on your face was palpable as you hastily pushed the door closed, shaking your head to dispel the image burned into your mind. Stumbling down the corridor, you muttered a distant "morning" to Kie and Pope, who were still groggy on the couch, woken by the commotion.

Throughout the day, both JJ and yourself moved in a state of flustered avoidance, exchanging glances laden with sheepish guilt. JJ's eyes mirrored the remorse of a caught wrongdoer, but you couldn't summon anger; instead, you carried the weight of hurt and confusion, grappling with the realization that he wasn't yours to claim.

As the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Chateau, you found solace on the hammock. With the remnants of the day lingering, you confided in Sarah about the events, the words tumbling out as the weight on your chest grew heavier. The hammock cradled you in its gentle sway as another day ended, leaving you to confront the tangled emotions that now clouded the once-clear skies of your friendship with JJ.

JJ vividly remembered June of the following year, with your birthday fast approaching. Usually, you wouldn't stop talking about how much you loved having your birthday during the summer, and everyone would plan something special to mark the occasion. Kie and Sarah would always get you fancier gifts, like a new top or necklace, while the boys made sure there was a cake to share, probably under the tree lights at another night spent at the Cat's Ass, chuckling at the stupid name JJ had given to the tub.

But this year was different. You and the girls wouldn't stop talking about this idiotic touron, Jeremy, who had apparently flirted with you when you helped him at the store. Now, your attention seemed solely focused on him, much to JJ's annoyance. He rolled his eyes and huffed aloud whenever Jeremy's name was mentioned, with Pope nudging him to keep his cool.

"He's gonna take me to a summer fair," you grimaced, looking into the mirror as Kiara clasped a necklace around your neck. Sarah and JJ hovered on the kitchen counter, Pope sat on the couch, and your brother leaned against the doorframe of your room with a protective frown on his face. John B always believed you and JJ would end up together, and he felt safe with that perspective because he knew and trusted JJ. But that didn't happen with Jeremy.

Across from him, you, Sarah, and Kie giggled with scenarios and provocations, "What if he brings you a giant teddy bear and tries to win you a goldfish?" Kiara teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Sarah snickered. "I can already picture it!"

Meanwhile, JJ fought to keep a frown from appearing on his own face. He was unwilling to let you know how he really felt about the situation, and he avoided giving his jealousy away to his friends. As you exited laughing with the guy in his car—a godforsaken Jeep, for crying out loud—JJ was still unknowingly clenching his jaw, his mouth twisted in a disgusted frown.

Sarah, the only one still outside by now, smiled to herself and snuck up on him before reaching a hand to pat his back. The gesture was meant to silently convey far more than his poisoned mind could grasp at the moment.

He chuckled at that memory; you had to endure a girlfriend of his own during college, and he watched as two or three other guys broke your heart as well—he wanted to go out there and punch them every time, but preferred that only John B externalized that thought. From those memories, he realized he had looked at love from both sides of it with you, from give and take, but years later he wasn't so sure if you'd be keen on the idea of him ever again. JJ turned to you in the tub, whispering, "Where's that lobster I gave you that Christmas?" You were a bit taken aback by his sudden recall but smiled back, mimicking the tone of his voice, "Been keeping it on my bookshelf all year long now."

John B and Sarah were now playfully arguing about the two perspectives from when she joined the group, with Kie tagging along to remind them of how they had to make amends beforehand. It made JJ come back fully into the scene. As he looked around, he realized they were sitting in couples, at least Pope and John B, and he held back a nostalgic smirk at the thought of how his younger self would react to both his old friends now "pussy whipped," stuck in relationships and breaking the "no pogue on pogue macking" rule—he didn't know love at all.

He was different too, at least Kiara said so, coming at him a few days ago before graduation with a whole "you've changed, became more yourself and know how to separate what you went through from what you are, I'm so proud you're opening the surf shop—but please make it eco-friendly" speech. It was nice to look back and realize how his years and moments with the Pogue family kept balancing out all the rest. Now he would open a sick surf shop, Poguelandia flag above it and all, right in the corner from the souvenir one you worked since you were fifteen—he didn't know if you had bigger plans than that after graduating though, but that was an uneasy thought he preferred to ignore.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say, "I love you" right out loud! Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. Oh, but now old friends they're acting strange, and they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changed. Well something's lost, but something's gained, in living every day.

Kiara was the first one to leave, claiming that this was really good and that she knew that with the pogues there were never really goodbyes, but that she had an early morning tomorrow with a sea-turtle project. Then, as the fire died out and the minutes turned into hours, the two couples left as well. Pope and Cleo claimed that they still had to shower before going to bed, and John B only snuggled with Sarah, pushing her towards the house. As the couple giggled, JJ noticed from his peripheral vision when you jiggled your eyebrows at Sarah, but the blonde only winked at you, pointing at the both of you at the tub before turning back. You sighed, distancing yourself from him now that you had more space in the water, and JJ held back a smile as the tree lights illuminated your pink cheeks. At twenty-two, he felt just like a teenager in that moment.

There were a few quiet minutes then, you were looking intently at him, drawing each of his features with your eyes as if trying to tattoo the image of his wet torso on your brain, but JJ didn't notice; he was lost in thought, provoked by being alone with you again. JJ realized that ever since he could remember, even though your brother was his de facto best friend and even as the group grew larger, you were there. For every phase and every belief that each one etched into him, you were there. As he looked at both sides of life, at win and lose, you were right beside him, either winning and losing as well or just supporting him emphatically through it.

Somehow he could always just recall how his pogue life acquired a rose-colored filter with you in it; he'd recall life's illusions with you at his side. You were there. You were it. And he didn't know his next step at all, but he wanted you in it; ached for it even.

He feigned cold as an excuse to get you both out of the tub, grabbing the one towel thrown onto a chair and wrapping it around you as you exited as well. He threw a familiar, amicable smile in your direction to disguise how he was, again, lost in his own train of thought. A hand rested on the small of your back as he led the two of you to the Chateau. As you got to the front porch, the other reached for your pulse gently, trying to stop you from entering. JJ became conscious of how he was dripping onto the wooden porch, but he didn't care, calling you by your nickname in a low voice. He was acting fast, planning something but also acting instinctively, intending to speak just from memory.

"Hey, uhm..." he stopped himself again as your eyes locked onto his, growing a little bit nervous now. Your eyebrows shot up expectantly, and some of your hair was sticking to your wet face. You'd be the death of him.

"With any luck, by next year, I'll be going out with one of these girls..." Your brows pinched, and eyes flashed with recognition as JJ shuffled his phone, some drops falling from his hair onto the screen before he turned it in your direction with a picture of Kendall Jenner and sliding his finger so it would also show one of Giselle Bündchen. You laughed, gulping expectantly.

"But for now, let me say, without hope or agenda, just because we finished college— even though it's at Christmas that you tell the truth." You chuckled again, but felt like you were hyperventilating, unable to believe that this was really happening to you. Much less that JJ Maybank had memorized a scene from the "dumb chick flick" you obsessed with since you were a mere child. You battled with your own feelings as you tried to let him finish.

"To me, you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you until you look like this..." He shuffled again with the tiny screen, a smirk on his face as he turned it to you. A photo of a very old and wrinkly woman made you chuckle. Under it, it read "former surfer lady turns viral as she advises to the risks of not wearing sunscreen." You couldn't hold the cackle that left you at that, not even worried about the rest of the group sleeping inside the house, which made JJ smile widely as well.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, I love you..." A loud sigh met a sob halfway as you looked up, feeling pounds lighter after saying so naturally something you had been burying for years, feeling absurdly proud of just that. "I love you so much, what the fuck! I've loved you forever." You beamed at him again, relief written all over his face as he said it back proudly. "I'm sorry for the wait; it wasn't on purpose—Swear it." He grabbed both your cheeks as you laughed, smiling from ear to ear as his face etched closer to yours by the second. Your noses were touching already when he whispered in a low tone, "fuck, y/n..." as your mouths glued together longingly.

The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a rush of warmth spreading through you as if the sun had risen inside your chest. JJ's touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as his hands cradled your face gently, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline. Every moment felt like an eternity as you lost yourselves in the kiss, the taste of saltwater, beer and weed mingling with the sweetness of the moment.

For JJ, it was as if everything he had been holding back, every unspoken word and hidden feeling, was finally pouring out into this one embrace. His heart raced in his chest as he kissed you, his mind buzzing with the realization that he had found something truly precious in you. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a culmination of years of friendship and longing finally coming to fruition.

As you pulled away, breathless and flushed, JJ's eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. In that moment, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. You had crossed a threshold together, stepping into a new chapter of your lives filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a future together. And as you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was just what you wanted; like you were made for just that.

"I don't even want to come inside, I don't wanna-" you said, sighing mid chuckle, "don't wanna do anything right now, God, JJ, I'm like in a haze!" He clung to you, chuckling, his hands going to your arms, your neck, your hair—he wanted to touch all of you. "Always have the hammock..." he suggested, and you rushed your way there as if just walking would make you lose any time with him.

After you spent a while staring at the stars in the sky, listening to the chirping of crickets in between small, sloppy kisses, JJ sleepily muttered "I feel like I'm fucking high right now," you both laughed "like I'm floating—life accomplishment kind of thing." you swatted at his chest, lightheartedly telling him to stop being silly before readjusting in the wet towel that served as a blanket for the two of you.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you drifted off to sleep, the sound of the river running to meet the ocean lulling you into a state of contentment. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the warmth of JJ's embrace and the soft rhythm of his breathing. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of perfection in an imperfect world.

The warm rays of the morning sun gently kissed the faces of the sleeping pogues as they stirred awake, the sounds of birdsong filling the air. Stretching and yawning, they emerged from their makeshift beds scattered across the Chateau, the pull-out couch and matresses on the floor.

As they gathered outside to clean the space free of empty cans and wrapping paper, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, John B's gaze was the first one to fall upon the sight of JJ and you nestled together in the hammock, still fast asleep. He nudged Sarah first, but soon a collective smile spread across their faces as they exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them.

"About time," Pope muttered under his breath, eliciting chuckles from the others.

John B grinned, looking at Sarah. "Looks like our boy finally made his move."

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "Took them long enough," she teased, but there was genuine warmth in her voice.

Kiara smirked, crossing her arms, she showed a satisfied facade even though she was jumping inside, bubbling with happiness for the both of you; the sparkle of her eyes being hard to hide. "Well, better late than never, I guess."

With a chorus of laughter and gentle ribbing, the pogues left JJ and you to enjoy your moment together, the feeling was that their little family had just grown a little bit stronger. You had woken up the moment the front door banged back against it's frame as it closed the first time, but feeling JJ's chest under your head, you decided to just keep your eyes closed, fighting a grin to show on your face at your friends' commentaries. You were home. And you only wanted to know life now if it was by JJ's side; especially if he'd be scratching your hair like he was doing just now, half a smile on his lips—"Did I take that long?" he questioned, jokingly.

"A lifetime."

If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love, actually, is all around.

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Shot

Request: could you do a jj x sister!reader (16-17)where she is somehow shot and could u maybe make it rlly angsty?

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N gets shot.

Warnings: gunshot wound, gun, rafe

a/n: thank you for the request! sorry it took forever to write! hope y'all enjoy!!

(gif not mine)

The pogues were enjoying celebrating the return of Sarah and John B, drinking and smoking in the hot tub. Pope and Kie just went off on the boat, leaving the other four at the chateau. After hearing noise, they quickly put out the fire and hid in a tree, the boys helping Sarah up due to her gunshot wound.

They watch Rafe and Barry raid the place and Rafe start to freak out. Rafe swings his arms around, firing his gun, the group of friends flinching. Y/N quietly whimpers, clamping her hand over her mouth when she feels a white hot pain in her abdomen. She keeps her hand pressed over her mouth and covers her nose a bit to try to not make a noise.

She looks around, not seeing her friends or brother injured. She lets out a muffled shaky breath, letting her forehead fall against the tree branch. She doesn't notice when Rafe and Barry leave or when her friends start to climb down the tree.

"Y/N? Hey." JJ hisses, gently slapping her on the leg. "Dude, let's go."

"I can't." Y/N whispers, sniffling.

"What the fuck do you mean?" JJ asks.

Y/N lets out a small sob and sits up, looking down at her abdomen. JJ looks down, finally noticing the blood and bullet hole.

"Fuck!" He exclaims, feeling fear and rage both consume him. "John B. Hey! She got shot, man."

"What?!" Both Sarah and John B respond.

"She got shot. Help me get her down." JJ says.

John B gets in the tree a bit, carefully getting Y/N.

"Okay. Okay, here we go." John B coos, putting Y/N on the ground, her back resting against the tree. Y/N whines in pain as her brother crouches next to her.

"Okay. All right. Hey. You're gonna be all right, okay? You're gonna be just fine." JJ assures.

"No, I'm not." She whines.

"Yes, you are." JJ argues, giving her a stern look. He softens at the terrified look in her eyes. "I gotta keep pressure on it. Sarah give me the shirt." Sarah is frozen in shock and fear. "Sarah!" He snaps.

"Wha-- ye-yeah. Sorry." Sarah quickly slips the shirt off and gives it to JJ.

"It's gonna sting, but you'll be fine. It's gonna help you." JJ says, pressing the shirt to Y/N's wound making her cry out in pain. "Sorry, sorry, sorry." He whispers. "JB, call the ambulance."

"You wanna call the hospital?" John B questions.

"Yes!" JJ yells.

"What are you gonna tell them?" John B asks.

"That somebody shot her, what the fuck do you think I'm gonna tell them?!" JJ bellows.

"Don't fight." Y/N whimpers, hating when anybody fights.

"Sorry." JJ mutters. "Just call the fucking ambulance. Disguise your voice if you're that fucking worried." JJ sneers at his best friend.

"Yeah. Yeah, I got it." John B rushes inside for a phone.

"Okay. Hey, hey." JJ cups Y/N's face with one hand when her head starts to fall. "Hey. Just look at me, okay? Keep your eyes on me."

"I'm tired." She whispers.

"I know. I know, kiddo, but you gotta stay awake for me, okay?" JJ tells her. "I need you to stay awake." Y/N groans.

"The ambulance are on their way." John B informs, rushing out.

While trying to keep Y/N awake, the ambulance soon get there. It's all a blur for JJ as he's yanked away from his little sister while she's tended to and put on a gurney. JJ grabs onto her hand the first chance he gets, walking with them to the ambulance.

"Are you family?" The medic asks, stopping JJ from getting into the back of the truck.

"I'm her brother." JJ states.

"All right." The medic lets him get in, JJ not looking away from his sister.

"We'll meet you there!" John B calls out, hugging his crying wife.

"Okay. Hey, kid, you gotta stay awake, all right?" JJ tells his sister, gently squeezing her hand. "Just stay awake. We got a lot of shit to do. You're not leaving us yet."

The medics work on her, using terms JJ doesn't really understand, the boy only trying to help keep his sister awake. He flinches at the loud beeping.

"She's flatlining." A medic says.

"What?" JJ's heart drops.

The medics go into medical talk, ignoring JJ's questions.

"What are you doing?! Help her! Aren't you guys supposed to be doing your fucking jobs!" JJ shouts.

"Sir, you need to calm down." A medic tells him.

"Calm--" JJ's jaw clenches and he punches the wall.

"Hey! Calm down!" One of the medics yell at him. JJ's jaw tightly wounds, the blonde sure he could break his teeth. He watches them work on Y/N, his leg bouncing up and down rapidly.

"We got a pulse!" A medic yells out, JJ letting out a small breath. He presses his hand onto his chest, feeling his eyes water, trying to push any of the tears back.

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JJ sits next to the hospital bed, his leg still rapidly bouncing and he doesn't tear his eyes away from his sister. He hasn't left her side for any longer than he needed to or was allowed to, refusing to leave her alone. Not only because of the gunshot wound, but he knows hospitals freak her out and he doesn't want her waking up in one alone.

JJ sits up a little when Y/N moves around, her eyes slowly opening. She looks around, her eyes widening a little at the place she doesn't like.

"Hey. Hey, hey." JJ calls, grabbing her arm. "You're okay. You're safe."

"What happened?" Y/N asks, relaxing a little with her brother right there.

"You got shot." JJ softly reminds. His jaw clenches a little as he plans Rafe Cameron's murder in his head.

"Shot?!" Y/N quickly sits up, crying out in pain, her hand flying to her stomach.

"Hey, yo. Yo, sit back. Relax." JJ urges, gently pushing her back down.

"Mm. We were having such a fun time right now. That fucking bitch." Y/N complains.

"Yeah, well, I hate him for a few more reasons than just crashing the party." JJ mutters, his hands balling into fists.

"I'm alive, though." Y/N says. "Breathing, talking... annoying you for many more years." She grins.

JJ lightly rolls his eyes, but then leans down and kisses her on the forehead.

"You ever get shot again, I'm gonna murder your ass." JJ threatens.

"Love you, too." Y/N smiles.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 2 months

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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Part 1, chapter 1- who the hell did this?

Series masterlist

Warnings- mentions of blood, alcohol, and drugs but nothing bad (: just sum angst.

Summary: Rafe cameron dating Jj maybanks sister was not expected by anyone. You were left to take care of your dad- alone, when Jj left for months on end, causing the two of you to have a terrible sibling relationship. Your feelings are conflicted when you hear that Rafe, your boyfriend, was the one who shot peterkin- not John b.

“Jesus, dad.” You mumbled under your breath. You gathered all the strength you had in your arms, moving him so he was laying down, taking the bottle from his hands and placing it on the table with the rest.

You sighed quietly, staring at him laying on the couch for a moment before you went out into the backyard.

It was a mess, more bottles strewn across the ground, cigarette butts and joints carelessly thrown onto the flower garden you had enjoyed building with your brother as kids.

You hadn’t seen him in forever, probably off with his friends doing stupid shit again. Grabbing the plastic bag, you threw the bottles into it, then the cigarettes and joints. The flowers were dead, beyond repair at this point.

“Hey.” A quiet voice said from behind. Your movements paused, seemingly frozen in place. You whipped your head around, looking at him.

“Jj.” You spoke, surprised. Your eyes widened and you stood up now. He walked closer.

“How is he?” He asked, looking at the house, avoiding your gaze.

“He’s fine.” You said sharply.

“You’re angry.” He scratched the back of his neck, his eyes now glued to the ground.

“No shit, jj.” You murmured, dropping the plastic bag that was in your hands. “You left him, you left us. He was worried sick.”

“I had to.” He said.

“Why are you here, Jj?”

“I just wanted to… to..” he hesitated.

“To?”

“I just wanted to check up on you. You both.”

You sighed, picking up the bag and entering the house. Jj followed behind, looking around. He looked at his dad, and the necklace around his neck.

The keys to the phantom.

You threw the small bag into the trash, along with the rest.

“It looks better in here.” He said, interrupting the tension.

“Yeah.” You scoffed. “I’m not looking after you and your fuckin’ friends now.” Your words were laced with venom, you didn’t feel bad.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Sorry.”

“I’ll be back. Make yourself at home.” You mumbled, going back out into the backyard, sighing heavily. You tried your best to ignore the tears welling in your eyes, leaning against the wall of the house.

Taking deep breaths, you opened the door to see Jj leaving already. He turned around once more, giving you one last glance before he ran into his friends car.

You weren’t shocked at your brothers disappearance anymore, instead you just looked at your dad, noticing the keys around his neck gone.

You furrowed your eyebrows, lightly shaking him awake.

“Hey, where’s your keys?” You asked him urgently, knowing that once he was sober he would be angry they were gone.

“Jj….” He mumbled, eyes still shut.

“Did jj take them?”

He didn’t answer. You grumbled under your breath, grabbing your own keys off the table.

“I’ll be back, dad.” You said, giving him a kiss on his forehead before opening the door and locking it.

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The phantom was gone. Jj was gone.

“No, no.” You mumbled. “Fuck!” You shouted. You didn’t notice the two boys coming up behind you.

“Y/n?” A voice said. You turned around, furrowing your eyebrows at the sight.

“Rafe?” Your eyes widened, you went up to him, hugging him tightly.

“Jesus, Rafe, what the fuck happened? Who the hell did this?” You asked him, your hand cupping his face and your thumb tracing over his blood, wiping it from his face.

He didn’t answer, just looking at you. You panicked as you stared at him, trying to wipe the blood off his lip.

“Stop, stop.” He mumbled, gently pushing your hand away. “I’m fine. I just need you.. i just need you to listen, okay?” His hands cupped your face now, his eyes searching yours.

“Shit, isn’t that maybanks sister?” A voice behind him laughed, interrupting what Rafe was going to say.

You quirked an eyebrow at the man, looking at him now. Rafe’s hand dropped to his sides, remembering he was here. Rafe turned to look at Barry now.

“She doesn’t have anything to do with them, man.” Rafe was quick to defend you.

Barry looked at him and back at you.

“Shit, never thought I’d see the day where you were dating a maybank.” He laughed quietly, making his way outside. Rafe looked back at you, and followed Barry.

“Stay here for a second.” He spoke to you, holding a hand out.

“What? Why? Rafe-“

“For once, just fuckin’ listen to me!” He shouted. Pausing for a moment. “Please. Please, just stay here for 2 minutes.”

You just shook your head to yourself when he left, running a hand through your hair and pacing around.

What the fuck was Rafe hiding?

Why did jj need the phantom?

What was jj up to?

Where the fuck did he go?

A scream from outside a few moments later made you snap out of your head. Rafe walked in, his helmet in his hands.

“Where are you going?” You asked him when he grabbed your arm, practically dragging you out.

He didn't answer, once you were both outside he grabbed your wrist now.

"I want you to listen, okay? I- I really wanted to tell you this, but... It doesn't matter. I killed Sheriff Peterkin."

The words coming out his mouth made your jaw drop. You furrowed your eyebrows, slightly backing away when he tried to get closer to you. His grip on your wrist got tighter.

"My dad- He- She was going to kill him, baby. I really just- I had to tell you, I can't- I can't hide it from you, and I just really... I really need someone right now. You have to understand..."

"Rafe, what the fuck are you- You shot her? You're the one that..." you laughed, this had to be some sort of sick joke.

"I couldn't just let her..."

He wanted someone to listen, he wanted to justify his actions, he needed to.

His phone lit up with a notification. He glanced down at it and back at you, letting go of your wrist.

"If you come to Tannyhill later, I can explain everything." He said, putting on his helmet and hopping onto his bike.

"Rafe.."

"I'll text you, I swear!" He shouted, starting up his bike and driving away in a rush.

You were left, standing there in shock, confusion.

Your boyfriend was a murderer and was framing someone else for it. What the fuck?

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"What the fuck do you mean he's in police custody? For what?" You shouted, already grabbing your keys from the table.

"Ma'am, we have reason to believe that that he helped John Routledge escape."

"Well, where is he?"

As soon as you were given the location you hung up the phone, and began to head for the door when your dad mumbled your name.

"Dad?"

"What's... what's wrong?" he slurred.

"Nothing, dad." You spoke, walking over to him. He reached a hand out for your face, making you flinch slightly, but he just wiped a stray tear that you hadn't even noticed. You relaxed.

"Are you sure?" His eyes were red and squinted slightly. He’d been smoking and drinking.

You lightly grabbed the bottle he held in his hand, nodding your head.

"You've had enough to drink. I'll be back soon, I promise," you said with a small smile before heading for the door and starting up your car.

Racing towards the place, your heart raced, it was a struggle driving through the rain and mud. A notification made your screen light up. You picked up your phone.

Rafe 🩷:

I need you. Please. I'll explain everything to you. I'm sorry. Come over.

You threw your phone back down, he would have to wait. As soon as you got there, you threw open the car door.

"Where the fuck is he?"

Some people guided you through the rain into a tent. Your eyes landed on the parents and their children hugging. Then they landed on Jj.

He stared at you, his eyes glossy with tears. You slowly walked to him, he threw his arms around you, and began to sob into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He cried out, it was quiet.

"Sh, sh. It's okay. I forgive you." You mumbled; his face buried into your neck as your own eyes welled up with tears. "I'm just glad you're okay."

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If this does well I’ll do a part 2 😭 😭 but basically the idea was that i wanted to see how rafe would be kinda different w a girlfriend (who he’s hopelessly in love with duh) and the gf being jjs sister is just so interesting idk why

If anyone does want a part 2 or to be added in a taglist lmk :3

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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hii! could i request a jj x reader angst? possibly cheating whatever is fine with you ❤️

hey love, ofc i can! i hope u enjoy<3

taglist: @eli-yeah @hallecarey1

cw's: angst, cheating, mention of crying

When you had heard about what JJ had done to you behind your back, you couldn't help but feel betrayed. It was the absolute worst thing a partner could do to you.

You felt like a huge chunk of your life had been a complete lie. JJ had been your best friend and now, boyfriend but he just tosses the life you'd built together away just for a quick fuck?

You had been with JJ at his worst moments, held him when he cried, took care of him and took him in when he even his closest friends wouldn't. He knows everything about you and for a time, before this, you thought you knew everything about JJ.

It made you spiral; it made you rethink every single moment of your relationship with JJ. Had you done something wrong? Had you not done your job as his loyal and beloved girlfriend? Was it your fault?

You spent days and days trying to think about what you were going to do. Ignore it and let him take advantage of you or talk to him and ruin your relationship?

The worst part was you had to act like nothing was bothering you, especially with the Pogues. You couldn't tell them what your friend had told you; it'd ruin their relationship with JJ as much as yours. You had to joke around like nothing was wrong, you had to look in JJ's eyes and see them filled with love and adoration but you knew it wasn't real.

When you finally decided to break the ice, to rip off the bandaid, you were more hurt seeing him cry than anything else.

"JJ, I know."

He paused for a second, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I know about the girl."

JJ's faced turned blue had he just seen a ghost. He was silent for a second as tears began to fall from your eyes. His heart broke.

"Was I not enough for you?" You whispered. "Tell me JJ, was it me?"

He shook his head, his body beginning to tremble. "N-No, of course not. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me-"

"Then why'd you do it?"

He was silent, his eyes beginning to water as he watched tears fall from yours. "I-I don't know."

"That's the best answer you got?"

He began to cry, putting his hands on his face. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't enough, JJ."

He broke your heart and you managed to shatter his. Cheating was a nonnegotiable for you. Loyalty was the most important part of a relationship, if was unsatisfied then he should've spoken up.

JJ was the most important person in your life and it was never going to be the same without him in it, but it didn't matter. Someone who loved and respects you wouldn't do what he did.

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Chapter 1 / Part 4 (final)

Pairing: Rafe cameron x OC / JJ maybank x OC / JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drugs, typical obx stuff; (remind me if I forget something)

Summary: Skyla is JJ's older sister. Growing up together they were inseparable. A short while after going to school she met her best friend Kayla. She would convince Kay to join her and the pogues. But Skyla would be strongly invested to make her dream of going to art school come true, that she didn't notice her best friend totally falling for her brother. On the road to her dream she accidentally crosses paths with the Kook prince himself. Maybe he's not that bad after all?

Word count: 2.6K

AN: This is the last part of chapter 1, next chapter will be about Kayla and her adventure with the pogues! ~

(Cameron Estate)

After I got ready at Nina’s house, she kindly drove me to the party. As we parked in front of the giant villa she shrieked at me and shaked my body from excitement.

“Oh my god, you're going to a freaking Cameron party!?”, she squealed.

I sighed and looked at her seriously “Don't tell anyone about that ok?”.

“Your secret is safe with me”, she cheered.

Getting out of the car I watched her drive away. As I took in the view in front of me I gulped.

I'm really doing this, I thought to myself. The night was a little too chilly for the dress I was wearing, so I pulled my cardigan tighter, shivering.

I walked up the long driveway, noticing the crazy amount of people who were everywhere. As I watched some girls, already totally wrecked, hitting on some guys.

I got snapped out of my observation by Kelce shouting at me. “Eeey it's you!”, he cheered. Walking towards me, you could see that he was also pretty drunk.

“Yeah I made it”, I nervously chuckled. Kelce noticed my eyes scanning the crowd and grinned.

“Yoo Rafe, your girl is here!”. My face flushed red at the sudden nickname. He threw an arm around my shoulders laughing.

But before Kelce could make me even more uncomfortable, I saw Rafe making his way through the crowd inside the house and joining us at the front.

Kelce made a gesture, presenting me like a gift to Rafe. But Rafe only sighed and pushed Kelce back inside.

“I think you had enough, bro”, he grumbled and turned back to me again. “Sorry, he is annoying when he gets drunk”, Rafe apologised, smiling at me and pushing some hair out of his face.

I grinned at him, being relieved that he was here now. One second longer with Kelce made me want to bounce in an instance. “Some people can't control their liquor”, I laughed.

He let his gaze drift over me before continuing. “I'm glad you made it, you.. look stunning”, Rafe smirked, looking into my eyes. I felt my heart beating faster and my cheeks heating up again.

He really was making me nervous. “Thanks”, I stammered, I couldn't get myself to say more.

Rafe carefully laid his hand on my back and smiled. “Let's get you a drink”. I smiled back at him, noticing the warmth of his hand on my back.

“That would be nice”, I added ushering the butterflies in my stomach.

He guided me through the house, in the back where a giant pool was located. I felt people staring at me the whole time until we arrived at the small bar. Rafe gestured to me to sit down.

“What do you want?”, he asked me, leaning against the bar top not losing eye contact with me. I was a little abashed by his piercing gaze, but did my best to act casual.

“Maybe a gin tonic?”, I answered, resting my head on my hand and looking him back into his eyes. He looked slightly surprised by my action but was soon to grin back at me.

“One gin tonic and whiskey on ice”, he ordered to the barkeeper. As our drinks were ready he swiftly looked around.

“You want to go upstairs? It's a little more quiet there”, Rafe suggested. For a second I considered the fact that I actually didn't know him too well, nor anyone who was attending this party.

He must've noticed my uncertainty so he quickly added “Just if you like.. the terrace is pretty chill tho”. I looked at him as he took a sip of his drink.

At this point in my life I had kind of good skills reading people. I wasn't right every single time but at least nearly. I just felt that he wouldn't have bad intentions towards me. So I agreed and we made our way up.

It was in fact really nice up here and a lot more quiet. Just a few people were around, Kelce and Topper being one of them. As soon as they saw Rafe with me they asked us to join them.

Rafe looked at me apologetically, but I assured him it was alright. Further through the night I noted that Topper and Kelce were pretty nice. If you ignored the Kook-outburst from time to time, bragging about some high end gadgets.

Some time and drinks later, Kelce disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a grin on his face. “Got some”, he pulled out a small bag with some white powder in it.

Rafe must've noticed me staring at it a little so he softly put his hand on my arm. “You're alright.. with this?”, he leaned over to look me in the face.

It didn't look at it like that because I was weirded out or something. It was because I thought that I had my shit together.

But seeing the bag was enough to give me a feeling that my nose was burning. “Yeah of course, it's your stuff”, I blurted out laughing, feeling a bit dumb for staring.

“I knew you were cool”, Kelce grinned at me, putting out some lines. Rafe gazed at me with his stunning face.

As Kelce put out some for everyone he asked “You wanna try or?”. Topper smiled at me.

“You don't need to if you don't want to”, he assured me. Looking at the coke laid out in front of us I gulped. Without second thought I told myself, screw it.

“Sure it's been a while though”, I said, pressing my lips together. Rafe grinned and peered at me a little surprised. “You did coke before?”, he asked.

A little flustered I put a strain of hair behind my ear. “Yeah.. I know this guy.. Barry”, I said shrugging, taking the bill which was formed into a small tube out of Kelce’s hands. I wasn't proud that I knew this psycho, but he had the best stuff in town.

“Wait, you know Barry?”, Rafe laughed and shaked his head. He didn't seemed to bumped about it. Watching me putting the tube up to my nose.

“Who doesn't”, Kelce added snickering.

Snorting the powder up my nose a burning sensation made itself present. I should've been pissed at myself but really I wasn't.

Looking at my drink I noticed it being empty. I glanced at Rafe who had some liquor left in his glass.

“May I take a sip from your drink?”, I asked without thinking too much and started giggling. Rafe smiled at me, handing me his drink.

“Sure Blondie”, he cooed and suddenly I needed to focus on drinking or I might have spilled some.

Soon I felt the effect of the drug, being highly confident of myself and also doped up.

This led to me drinking a lot more than I intended to. A little while later Topper and Kelce were about to leave. Because Kelce wanted to hook up with some girls, but Topper insisted on seeing Rafe’s sister Sarah.

“She texted me that she was down at the beach with some of her friends”, Topper explained, while Kelce snorted.

“You totally whipped dude”.

Topper lightly shoved him and laughed “At least I have a girlfriend”.

As the two left, I noticed Rafe and I were the only ones left at the terrace. This place was so extravagant, I never was at a house this big.

I stood up leaning on the railing, taking in the view. Turning around I looked at Rafe and said “You have a sister?”.

He slightly frowned at the thought and snickered “Two actually, both younger than me”.

“Geez, must be annoying”, I chuckled, but quickly stopped because I didn't know the relationship he had with them.

“Sorry.. I”, I started but Rafe was quick to usher me.

“No really it is pretty annoying”, he laughed, joining me at the railing. I felt a tingling in my stomach and smiled to myself. Turning around again I got the urge to sit on the railing, so I pushed myself up and sat down on it.

Rafe watched me doing so and reflexively put out his hands. “Whoa you might want to be careful there”, he chuckled while holding my arm.

I blushed a little at his action and grinned. “I'm alright, not the type to lose balance”, but at the time I said that I wobbled a little, scaring the shit out of me.

Only then I noticed I was holding on to Rafe in front of me. He broadly smiled at me and carefully put his arms around my back for support.

“I don't want a cutie to fall down my ledge”, he laughed gazing at me. Did he just call me cute? My cheeks felt burning hot right now.

A little flustered, I looked down and bit my lip. Only when I looked back up at Rafe I noticed how close we actually were.

He glanced at my lips and heat was radiating through my whole body.

The urge to kiss his lips was too irresistible.

We both leaned in, inches away from each other. I could practically feel his breath on my lips. He smelled like whiskey and cologne.

As his lips were about to settle on mine, we were broken apart from a loud noise inside the house and angry shouting. Rafe turned his head around alarmed.

“What is going on?”, I asked. A little uneasy I glided down from the ledge while Rafe made sure I landed safely on the ground. He walked over to the glass door, getting a better look of the situation.

“Fuck.. it's my Dad”, he panicked and ran his hands wildly through his hair. My eyes widened, this couldn't be good. Ward Cameron could be really intimidating at times.

“Stay here, okay?”, he ordered me and I nervously shaked my head. Rafe went inside and I heard his Dad approaching. It didn't take long for them to fight with each other on a volume which made goosebumps creep up on my back.

I couldn't understand the whole conversation they had so I silently went to stand beside the glass door. “How many times I have to tell you that I don't want such people on my property!?”, Ward yelled at his son.

“I know, I know I… I’m sorry dad! “, I heard rafe declare to him. From the glimpse of my eye I glanced at the coffee table we sat around before and spotted the bag of coke.

Fuck not good not good, I thought to myself.

Cautiously I sneaked over to the table, fumbling around the table to grab the bag. “Everyone needs to leave now!”, Ward yelled.

As I was about to grab the bag his eyes crossed mine. “You too!”, he exclaimed and started to walk into my direction. Rafe tried to calm him down, following hastily.

I quickly shoved the bag into the sleeve of my cardigan. Frightened I looked Ward Cameron into the eyes as he stood now in front of me.

But before anything could happen, Rafe pushed himself in between the two of us. “I take her down, no problem”, he quickly said, glancing nervously at his dad who was watching me with a piercing glare.

“Fine”, Ward finally said, after what felt like an eternity. Rafe took my hand and hastily went downstairs with me. I gulped, that was so fucking close.

As Rafe brought me outside he let out a deep sigh. “I'm so sorry Sky… I didn't want you to see that”, he stuttered, looking at me embarrassed.

I noticed that he still didn't let go of my hand, which made my heart only race more. “It's alright Rafe, I fight with my Dad all the time”, I assured him.

Smiling softly at him, I gave his hand a light squeeze. His hands felt warm and gave me a feeling of protection.

His features softened as he looked at me and carefully tucked a loose hair strain behind my ear.

“I really want to give you a ride home.. but I need to take care of this right now”, he sighed, looking back at the entrance door.

I didn't know he could be this sweet, it made my heart melt. “It's okay I'll give my friend a call”, I said.

He watched me with a concerned look on his face. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure”, I answered. I really didn't want to go right now, but I hoped that this wasn't the last time. “I'll text you when I get home?”, I asked, a little shy.

Rafe grinned at me “You better be doing that cutie”.

I laughed at his statement, wishing this night would never end.

Hearing Ward screaming from inside, Rafe quickly added “I need to go now.. sorry”.

Without thinking twice I leaned forward, standing on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Rafe didn't expect that and grinned to himself. “See you Blondie”, he cooed as we let go of each other's hands and he started to walk back inside.

“See you”, I smiled and made my way down the driveway. Calling Nina, she picked me up and we returned to her place.

The day after was kind of rubbish. I still felt the coming down of the coke from yesterday and wished I didn't do what I did.

(home is where you are)

As Nina brought me back home I couldn't overhear my dad's loud screaming and wasn't sure if I should just turn around and leave.

But I didn't.

I opened the front door entering our messy living room and sighed.

There were laying empty liquor bottles everywhere and the smell of cold cigarette smoke made me sick to my stomach.

I carefully made my way to the back porch, watching my dad yell at my brother for whatever reason. “I'm done with your scum ass”, he growled at JJ.

My brother noticed me standing in the doorframe and gestured for me to not interfere.

Roughly flushing down some beer, my dad took another step forward and hit my brother in the face. JJ tumbled to the side holding his face.

I just stood there, scared and started crying silently. I didn't know what to do, fear holding me in my place and making my whole body go stiff.

JJ glanced at me with his soft eyes, I knew that look. The look of don't come near, it's not safe. As soon as my dad took off, I ran to JJ hugging him tight.

We stayed like this for what felt like hours. Pulling back I softly stroked his cheek where he was hit before. “What was it this time”, I asked in a hushed voice, tears running down my face.

My brother took my hand which was resting on his face and pressed it slightly. “About… about you”, he whispered, looking at me with pain in his eyes.

I gulped and tried not to break out in agony again. I hugged him tightly and cried into his shoulder. “Shh it's ok”, he ushered me, stroking my head softly.

“A letter came from the university”, he explained. I leaned back, looking at him in surprise. JJ smiled softly, guiding me back inside the living room.

I dried of my tear stained face with my arm and watched my brother shuffle through the mail on the coffee table. He took out a little scrunched up letter and handed it to me.

“Dad opened it.. and was pissed off”, he murmured, pressing his lips together. Taking the letter from him, I got nervous.

I pulled out the letter and flattened it a little so I could read it. For the first time in like forever, I felt relieved and scared at the same time.

Clasping a hand over my mouth I started crying again. “I.. got accepted”, I stuttered, looking at my brother completely baffled.

He went over to me and hugged me. “Congrats sis”, he chuckled.

At that time I didn't knew that my whole world was about to change ~

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AN: chapter 2 is in work ~

@madelynie @runningfrom2am

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