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loveharlow · 1 year

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FLUFF ALPHABET

PAIRING‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [2.7k] Fluff Alphabet for JJ. Template from @snk-warriors

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, might be some suggestive stuff

A/N‧₊˚ A lil something while I work on chapter 8 of my JJ series.

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Life on The Cut isn’t exactly luxury so you make do with what you have. If it’s something with the whole group, it’s probably a kegger or hanging out at The Wreck. If JJ wants it to just be you two, he’d try his best to set up something you both like because he just wants to be with you. That can be spending a whole day at the beach and acting like two idiots in love or sitting in his room at The Chateau scrolling on your phone and just cuddling with each other.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He thinks you’re like out of this world, stunningly, beautiful (obviously) but he’d have to say he loves your eyes because he’s learned to read your emotions just from them alone. He loves the little glint they get when you’re happy or excited, the crinkles when you laugh so hard that you double over. He just loves them because they suit you so well.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He keeps it to himself, mainly, but JJ has a had a few panic attacks himself, especially growing up with his father. However, this doesn’t make him an expert on how to handle them with other people. When it first happened, you didn’t really want his help and he truthfully didn’t know how to help you. He was scared but he toughed it out and actually, surprisingly, did research on how to help other people through them. When you’re just sad in general, he’ll let you talk about it, cry into his shirt if you need to while holding you tight and pressing kisses to your forehead. Once you’ve calmed down a little bit, he’ll crack a joke to get a laugh or smile out of you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

It took JJ a while to realize where your relationship was headed. It wasn’t a bad thing but he was kind of like “Damn, I really love this girl”. He had to get used to the idea of a future with someone and not seeing himself as a complete fuck-up, which you assure him he isn’t. You both talk about how many kids you want, whether you want to stay in the OBX or move, etc. He honestly doesn’t care as long as he’s with you and you’re happy, as cheesy as it sounds.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

JJ is the dominant one. 100%. He isn’t aggressive or demanding. More in like a caring and slightly possessive way. His insecurities can get the best of him sometimes, I will admit. Times when he’ll catch someone staring at you a little too long and suddenly his featherlight grip around your waist is holding you against him to the point where you’re almost melting into one another. He’ll defend your name to no end because you’re his girl and he won’t let anyone talk down on you no matter what. And he stands firm on the basis that you can “do whatever you want because he can fight”.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It depends. JJ doesn’t like loosing people but he's also not a pushover. He won’t forgive you just because he’s afraid of loosing you. If it’s something small, he’ll be stubborn but one of you will cave and apologize. It always happens. If it’s a big argument that went way too far, the pogues may have to get involved for some kind of reconciliation because no matter how stubborn or not you are, JJ will avoid you like the plague because you either hurt his feelings real bad and he’s overthinking or he said some fucked up shit to you and thinks that you hate him for it.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Absolutely. Growing up on The Cut and in the household he was dealt, JJ is grateful for everything you have given him. And I mean everything. He may not say it but he tries to show it. He’s grateful for how you help him through his emotions down to the way you bring him a smoothie or snacks from the gas station every time you come by The Chateau because you know he probably hasn’t eaten or drank much since he woke up.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He has some. He doesn’t like it but he’ll do it if it spares you the headache. Like the whole stealing from Barry thing? Yeah, you weren’t there for that and he was not going to let what he did get back to you in any way, shape, or form. For fear that you would be disappointed in him or it might rope you into the BS they’d managed to get themselves deeper into. But if it poses no threat to you, it’s all cards on the table.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You changed each other, honestly. You got JJ to settle down, which took almost the whole island by surprise. He was a party boy (and a bit of a player, let’s not kid ourselves), so when he started turning down tourons and ignoring these picture perfect girls, it was kind of like “okay, what the hell?”. He changed you by getting you to be more open and outgoing. JJ is totally a golden-retriever type and isn’t much of homebody. So, dating him really got you out of your shell.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

At first, hell yeah. JJ battled a lot of insecurities. Now, don’t get me wrong. The man knew he was attractive. The issue was his status on the island; A pogue with little to nothing to his name. He thought you could find someone so much better and it wouldn’t be long before you did. You helped him deal with it though. Reminding him that he’s the only one you could ever and would ever want. And plus, if you’re a pogue yourself, reminding him that you’re both in the same boat and you’ll row it together.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Why wouldn’t he be? He’s had a lot of practice. However, your first kiss wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t used to the intimacy of a kiss. It was always frantic and needy, just needing to get your clothes off. But when he settled down with you, you had to tell him to take it easy, y’know?

“Why are you laughing?” JJ pulled back from where you both had been sucking each other’s faces off on the worn sofa of The Chateau.

“Nothing, it’s just…you bit my lip like 3 times and I think it was on accident.” You giggled.

JJ sighed and let his head fall. “Sorry, I’m not used to this.”

Your hand came up to caress his cheek as you looked into his eyes and spoke. “It’s fine. Just take it slow. I’m not going anywhere.” You assured. “So, put the fangs away and kiss me like you love me.”

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Actually, it wasn’t JJ. It was you. JJ was never good at expressing himself so he would never up and out with a love confession unless he was “under duress” and just like, blurted it out. So, one night you just took it upon yourself. He was having a super bad day and you were comforting him as you both laid in the hammock, his head pressed to your soft chest and you just...said it. He stilled and looked up at you and asked if you meant it and things just went from there.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Took him a minute to get used to the idea of it but yeah, he wants to marry you and only you. He probably doesn’t propose, however, until your like mid 20’s, nearing 30’s. He didn’t want to rush into it and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere and neither were you. He would love you anyway he could have you so calling you his wife was just an extra bonus. The marriage would be a little rocky at the start, as most are — you trying to be the picture perfect wife and him trying to be the perfect on paper husband until you both learned that this is your marriage and it doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Nothing too out there but he loves the typical, cliche ones — baby, babe, sweetheart. He also has one or two specific nicknames for you that were born out of a funny scenario that only you both and the pogues would get. You call him names that you know make his cheeks on red and make him pull his hat down over his face to cover it — pretty boy, handsome, sexy blonde, daddy- what? Who said that?...

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Oh, it’s absolutely obvious. You two are attached at the hip when the other isn’t overly busy. He’s either, arm slung over on your shoulder, arm around you waist, or hugging you tight from behind when he just needs to be near you or wants to touch you. JJ isn’t great with his words so his love language is definitely touch. For you, you love clinging to him like a koala because it makes him smile. You’ll be on his back as he holds you up by your thighs, resting against his chest as he sits back, or literally just straddling his lap with your arms around his neck occasionally kissing his cheek.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

What reason would he have not to be? If someone asks, you’re his girl and he’s your man. Neither of you brag, per say, more like show off one another. And only if you feel someone threatening, more like trying to threaten, your relationship or wedge their way between you both. JJ has never been opposed to PDA but it did take you a little while to get used to his public affection with zero shame.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has this like really creepy ability to know when you’re about to get upset about something before you even do it that even the pogues can’t pick up. Like when someone cracks an insensitive joke, he’s learned to just pick up some cues — the way your face twists, the snarl you get in your lip, when your eyebrows do this weird thing and your eyes darken just the slightest while your body stiffens just a bit. No one else notices, like ever, but he does in an instant. He’ll pull you close and kiss your neck before whispering something like “It’s okay.” or “Do you wanna leave?”

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

JJ is still getting the hang of the whole intimacy and romance thing but he tries his hardest. He just wants to see you happy and you remind him that he doesn’t need some grand gesture to do that and he makes you happy but he still likes to spoil you as much as he can anyway because he loves how nervous it makes you. Sometimes, it’s super cliche because it gives you both something to laugh about and remember but the creative ones always stick with you because it came from his heart and everything he remembers about you, even the small things.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He supports you all the way in whatever you do. If it’s dangerous, he’ll try to talk you out of it but if he can’t he’ll be there to catch you if you fall, and tell you “I told you so.” He’s your biggest fan and you’re loudest cheerleader.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Try new things, for sure. He’s up for literally almost anything. He knows your strengths and weaknesses and knows your boundaries. If you say no or anything like it, he won’t push it and won't try to convince you again. But if you’re in, he’s in.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

You both know each other so well, a little too well if you ask anyone else. You’re more empathetic towards each other because you can understand and sometimes even relate to one another’s experiences. With other people? You, personally, will try but you’ll also be honest. JJ? If it’s not someone he’s close to, he doesn’t really feel like their feelings concern him.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He values your relationship with his life. Same for you. It’s worth everything. You go to each other for everything, take care of one another and if things go south you’re the first person you each turn to. You think your relationship is the best thing to happen to you both.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Call it creepy but JJ loves to take pictures of you, especially when the sun is beaming on you. For example, he has one he took you of you the morning after you guy’s first time with your head on his chest, a steak of sunshine illuminating your skin. You looked so peaceful and he wanted to see you look that way forever. So pulled the cover up to conceal your indecency and snapped the pic. That was his lock screen for a long while. Until, you went surfing with Kie and came back to the shore in a wetsuit that hugged you just right, board tucked under your arm as the sun was shining on every part of you — hair wet and eyes glowing as he raised his phone with no shame as you shifted your weight and smiled brightly at him.

“Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Mhm.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re pretty. Also my girlfriend, so I can do it without it being creepy.”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Very affectionate but it gets worse when he’s having a really good day or a really bad one. A really good day — he’s bear hugging you and kissing your face all over. A really bad day — he justs wants to lay with you in bed all day.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He will call you anytime he can and text you throughout the day, unless you can’t talk but he’ll leave you cute text messages, take pictures for you and send the occasional voice message if he’s busy himself.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’ll go as far as he has to. He doesn’t like when it escalates into violence because he knows you aren’t particularly fond of when he gets himself hurt/into trouble. Because regardless of whether he can beat a touron, kook, or another pogue’s ass – he’ll be the one to take the fall and that’s the last thing you want for him and he knows it.

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alyswritings · 1 year

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Fire

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: The chateau gets set on fire.

Warnings: fire, angst

a/n: this idea is from @reader-bookling123. hope y'all enjoy!

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JJ sits on the couch next to Kie. Sarah and John B retreated to his bedroom a few minutes ago and JJ watches Pope and Cleo go into the other bedroom. He knows Y/N is outside, the girl having said she wanted to lay in the hammock and look out at the lake and stars, it usually helping her fall asleep.

As JJ starts to attempt to apologize to Kie, an orange light outside the kitchen window catches his attention instead.

"JJ?" Kie asks when he stands up. She follows his gaze as she stands up, eyebrows furrowing at the flames. "Is that--"

"Fire. Get them out. Fire." JJ rushes to the room Cleo and Pope are in.

"Guys! Fire!" Kie shouts, barging into John B's room, interrupting the make out session easily leading to something more. "Shit! Sorry. There's a fire!"

"What?" Sarah's eyes widen.

"What?" John B asks, the two getting up and rushing out.

The six friends try to get out, the door too hot to touch.

"Guys!" John B screams. "I got a way out! Come on!"

They all climb out through the window and JJ rushes to the hammock.

"Wha-- Y/N!" He shouts. "Y/N!" The others rush over. "Where the fuck is she? Y/N!"

The pogues yell out for the six year old. Sarah hears screaming, quickly racing to part of the house, finding the child in the window.

"Shit. JJ!" Sarah screams. "JJ! She's in the office!"

The others run over, JJ racing up to the window.

"Fuck!" He yells, trying to run up to the window, but the flames keep him from doing so. "No, no, no." He races to the door, touching the knob, but instantly pulls his hand back as it burns. "Fuck!"

"JJ! JJ!" Kie shouts, pulling him back from the rising flames.

"No, I need to get in there!" JJ yells.

"You can't! There's no way in! It's too late!" Kie yells, her voice cracking as tears well in her eyes.

"No. No, no." JJ mumbles, watching the flames engulf the house.

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Pope walks around, inspecting the damages of the fire. The walls burnt down, only a few pieces of wood left standing. He sighs, frowning when he hears a noise. He looks around and gets a bit closer to the house. His eyes widen when he spots the young girl beneath the rubble.

"Holy, shit." He whispers. "Guys! Guys, I found Y/N!" He screams, getting closer to the girl, the others immediately rushing over.

"You found her?" Kie asks.

"She alive?"Cleo asks.

"She's breathing." Pope says. JJ lets out a deep breath, clutching at his chest as Pope lifts his little sister up.

"Does anybody have their phone? We-- we need the ambulance." Kie says.

"Let's just drive her. That's less time." John B says, the group rushing to the Twinkie. Pope lays Y/N down on the bench in the back of the Twinkie and JJ kneels next to it.

"John B, you gotta go faster, man!" JJ calls out.

"I'm going as fast as I can." John B says.

"Okay. Okay, baby, hey. Hey." JJ softly calls, brushing his sister's hair back. Y/N's eyes flutter open for a moment. "Hey. Yeah, there are those beautiful eyes." He mutters, stroking her hair. Y/N closes her eyes, coughing. "Yeah, cough it out, baby. Hey, I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Can you do that?"

He looks down at movement and sees Y/N's thumbs up. He lets out a watery chuckle and kisses her on the forehead.

"You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay." He quietly says, not sure if he's trying to reassure her or himself more.

The pogues get to the hospital and JJ rushes out, taking her inside. "Hey! Hey! I need help here!"

"What happened?" A nurse rushes over. "Gurney!" She yells out.

"She-- there was a fire. She was inside." JJ says, carefully putting Y/N on the gurney.

"When did you find her?" The nurse asks.

"Like, 20 minutes ago. We drove straight here." JJ says, following them as they wheel Y/N through the halls.

"Okay. You can't go past this point." A nurse holds him back while the others continue to wheel Y/N back.

"N-no. No, I'm her brother. I need to be with her." JJ states.

"Sir, you need to stay back and let us do our job. You need to be checked out, too." The nurse says.

"No. No, I'm fine. You need to focus on her! She's six!" JJ exclaims.

"Okay, sir, we will do our best with her--"

"No, she's not allowed to fucking die!"

"JJ. JJ, hey." John B rushes up. "I got him, ma'am. Sorry. Thanks." The nurse walks back. "Hey. Hey, man, hey. She's gonna be fine, all right? We're right here."

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JJ immediately stands up when a doctor walks out.

"Y/N Maybank?" The doctor asks.

"Yeah." JJ raises his hand.

"She's a very, very lucky girl. It's a miracle she's alive." The doctor says. "We wanna keep her overnight for observation, but she should be able to go home tomorrow."

"Okay, can I see her?" JJ asks.

"Just family. She needs her rest." The doctor says.

"Go. Go." Sarah tells JJ when he glances back at the group. JJ quickly follows the doctor to Y/N's room. JJ goes inside, seeing the girl half asleep.

"Hey, munchkin." JJ softly calls, getting her attention.

"Jayje." Y/N gets a tired but excited smile.

"Hey. How you feeling?" JJ asks.

"Tired." Y/N mumbles.

"Yeah. Yeah, I get that. I'm kind of tired myself." JJ weakly smiles, brushing her hair out of her face. "Last night was scary, huh?" Y/N nods.

"I couldn't get out. The doorknob was too hot and... and the windowsill was painted shut." Y/N mumbles.

"I know. I know, sweetheart. I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you sooner. I should've tried harder." JJ says. "We thought you were outside."

"I went inside when I heard a car pull up." Y/N says.

"You heard a car? Did you see it?" JJ asks.

"It was a truck. Dark truck. I don't know who was driving it." Y/N says. "I just hid in the office in case it was scary men again. Like after you guys got home from that bonfire party you always go to."

"Okay. It's okay, honey. You don't have to remember anything." JJ says. "You just need to get some sleep and feel better. And I'll be right here." He promises, kissing her on the head.

"I love you." Y/N tells him, already feeling herself fall back asleep again.

"I love you, too, munchkin." JJ whispers, gently brushing her cheek with his knuckle, promising to never let her come so close to death again.

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misskingshit · 1 year

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𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 summary: The love that the two of you have for each other is immense, but the problems exceed it in size. note: I watched the two seasons of OBX and the truth is that I love it, I'm a little worried about the fact that instead of sending Rafe to therapy they want to put a love interest on him, I hope they don't ruin it. I know that Rafe was not at the scene of John B's trial where he is sentenced and all, but let's pretend that he was. xoxo

"Is this a joke? Like, are we in hell or...?" Kiara started to say.

"I shouldn’t have come home," Sarah continues.

You were just silent, your best friend since childhood convicted of something he didn't do, quite the contrary, he is the victim.

But the worst part, without a doubt...

The boy you love being the culprit, the one who gets away with it, a murderer. Seeing him there, at Peterkin's funeral and now at the trial as if nothing had happened, serious, staring at you.

All of this just didn't make sense.

"They're going to kill him, guys. I know."

"JJ shut up" you looked at him, your dark circles revealing the fact that you hadn't slept well in weeks, your voice raspy and broken, the fact that you weren't well at all "please shut up".

"Could you please shut up" Kie begins to attack a group of men who came with Ward and... Rafe.

"Kie let's just go" you tried to convince her.

"No, of course you think that justice worked because it was made to protect you and people like you..."

She continued to shoot (truths) at Ward and even though you loved her for it, you wished with all your might that she would shut up and get out of there, you didn't want to have him in front of you right now.

"The pogue got what he deserved" you heard his voice for the first time all day, that beautiful voice that one day was your safe place, but now it's the place you feared the most.

"How can you say that?" it came out, you couldn't control it, your voice cuts off at a moment when you couldn't believe it "how? I don't understand it" you looked into his eyes, watery like yours. He couldn't resist seeing you like this, having you away.

"Babe, come home, we'll talk about this, we..." Rafe got closer and closer to you, but when he was about to reach you, a blonde hair stood between you two "stay away from her, dude" Jj blurted out hard.

"She won't come to your house murderer, because that's what you are, a murderer!" Kie did not hold back "It's not a coincidence that your sister and your girlfriend are sitting with us" your friend said for the last time.

The officers separated them and finally each group went their own way, but not before noticing Rafe's look on you, somewhat hurt and hateful on the blonde.

———

You didn't really know what to do, you just closed the cafeteria where you work, the sign clearly said closed and being the only one inside with most of the lights off, it was very strange for you to hear the doorbell ring at the entrance. Seeing him, you just wanted to run away.

"It's closed" you said looking down, intending to continue cleaning the table.

"I know" silence "I just..."

"You should go" you said emphatically.

"No, we should talk about this" you quickly turned your head towards him.

"Talk? What exactly do you want to talk about? Huh? How you ki..." Shit you couldn't even say it out loud. He was a murderer.

"I love you, nothing else matters, I love you and I want to have you with me, by my side, forever" little by little he came closer to you, for each step he took forward you took one back.

"Rafe, I'm scared" you started to cry "I'm scared of you, you... you killed Peterkin and you don't even seem to feel guilty about it" you cried even more "you tried to kill John B and something tells me that Sarah will be next" .

Rafe's face was suffering, he could kill without remorse...but that you are afraid of him, no, that broke his heart.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I would never do anything to you, never, I couldn't" he whispered "I love you so much and I'm not willing to lose you" his voice breaks.

He approaches and this time you don't walk away "I love you too, Rafe, I love you with all that I am, but I can't, I can't, I shouldn't" his hands rest on your face wiping away your tears "this is not fair Rafe, why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to us?"

Silence, that's all you received from him.

"I love you Rafe, I probably always will, but I can't go through with this" you said with what little voice you had left.

You kissed him, one last kiss...

Or so you thought.

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ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, sooo i’m sorry in advance for any mistakes.

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pixiexdusts-world · 1 year

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Incorrect quote

Y/n: Yea, I’ll smoke a joint tonight, but let’s not get too crazy.

*The pogues proceed to get arrested for blocking the road in large traffic cone costumes*

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abrunettefangirlnerd · 5 months

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Apart From You

Request: Reader and JJ are in a relationship despite her father telling her to stay away from him. One day she gets a call from Sarah or Kiara that he’s in the hospital- his dad beat him within an inch of his life. Luckily her dad is somewhere on the mainland for the next two weeks so she can sneak out. She doesn’t leave his bedside for anything but using the bathroom until he can leave the hospital. Maybe he’s in surgery when she gets there, and/or has to have emergency surgery, maybe his heart stops a few times from like internal bleeding or something.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: some language, the beginning of spice that doesn’t lead anywhere, angst but has a fluff ending

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“Dad please! Stop!” Your footsteps on the stairs echo along the walls as you storm to your room as your dad rants on and on about how bad of an influence JJ is. Quickly turning around your eyes find his as he starts his ascent up the stairs. “I love him please, try to understand.”

“Sweetheart, I know you think you love him but you’re both too young to understand what that means.”

His voice is softer and the hardness in his eyes melts away. He doesn’t understand. Mom left years ago and he refuses to even think about dating again. It doesn’t matter if you are dating JJ or someone else, he will never approve. You turn around with nothing more to say and plan to stay in your room the rest of the night.

“You are grounded starting now till an undetermined date.” His voice stops you in your tracks. “You can hang out at the country club or anyone else but the pogues and that includes JJ. Consider yourselves broken up.”

�� The finality lingers in his voice. You’ve only heard this a handful of times in your life and you know better than to challenge it. There is no negotiating, no changing his mind. The door closes behind you, the sound deafening. You’ve never felt so alone.

You: Steer clear for a while, wait for him to cool down

JJ: Missing you already

Tears blur the words on your screen. You tell yourself that your dad just needs to cool down. He is one of his moods and he heard about a gun firing off at a boneyard party. It was incredibly stupid of JJ to bring the gun and to actually fire it. But you understand why he did it. John B was drowning at the hands of Topper.

A week passes and your dad hasn’t let up on the ban. Mostly you just stay at home in your room. You avoid seeing your dad. A day after the ban started, he took your phone so you couldn’t message JJ. He has eyes all over the island that could keep track of where you went, who you spent time with. Dinner time is the only instance you can’t avoid him.

“I have to go to the mainland for two weeks for work.” His eyes bore into yours like he already knows you’re getting an idea. “Ban is still on. Mrs. Sanchez will be checking in on you and you have to tell her if you’re going anywhere. I will still have my eyes on you. But you will get your phone back and I hope I can trust you.”

You stay silent and continue to eat like you never heard anything. You want your phone back at least so you can contact JJ or any of the pogues. If you still can’t get out to see them, phone communication was the next best thing.

A scraping sound comes our way as your dad slides your phone to you. Your eyes stare at it like it might bite you. Can’t seem too eager for it but you have to be thankful at the same time. Slowly your hand wraps around the device and you slip in into your hoodie pocket.

“Thank you,” your eyes reach his for a respectable amount of eye contact to show your appreciation. “Have a safe trip.”

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Voicemail #1 : Y/N it is Sarah please call me back! It’s about JJ, it’s an emergency!

Voicemail #2: it’s Kie, Y/N please answer your phone! JJ is in the hospital. It’s not good. Luke… he *sniffles* JJ is in really bad shape.

Voicemail #3: The fact you haven’t answered or showed up means your dad took your phone. Please whenever you get this get your ass over here!

Your dad gave you your phone last night but didn’t allow a charger till he left the next morning. The girls’ words ring in your ears. The calls are from last night. If your dad gave you the charger you would have known and been there immediately.

Not caring about the phone now, you leave it behind and grab your car keys. The truck roars to life for the first time in over a week. Tires squeal in a distance, your tires, but the only thing you can focus on is getting to the hospital. Kie mentioned Luke, JJ’s father, which means only one thing. Luke beat JJ, bad enough this time to need medical help.

“JJ Maybank please.” Your voice robotic, in shock.

“Room 0023” the nurse at the front desk informs you. “The ICU.”

The ICU. That snaps you out of your trance and the next thing you know is you’re running. Passing through the unit doors your eyes skim all the number to find his room. The door is closed and you stop dead in your tracks. Taking moment deep breaths pass in your nose and out your mouth. The beating of your heart is still heard through your ears. Slowly you open the sliding doors to his room, preparing yourself for what you are about to see.

The room is empty. No bed. No IV pumps. The monitor is set on standby, no one to hook it up to. Why wouldn’t he be in here? The lady at the desk said he was here! What if he is dead? You stop breathing with that last thought before hyperventilating. A nearby nurse notices you in distress and slowly directs you to a chair against the wall.

”Sweetie, he is in surgery.” Her calming voice is a balm in the panic storm of your mind. “Are you related to him?

You’ve seen this part in movies before. If you don’t say you are in some compacity then they can’t share anything with you. It’s insane because you and the pogues are the family he has but they won’t accept that.

“I’m his cousin… more like siblings really. We grew up together.” The last part is at least the truth. JJ has been in my life since childhood. Were in the same class till your father’s rose up in the company that let you become a kook in middle school. No matter the social status, JJ never stopped being the most important person in your life.

“He was beaten up pretty bad, we suspect a possible hit and run along with a fight. Some facial fractures, a few broken ribs, left femur is broken. Nothing showing up on the scan of his head thankfully. He has some blood collecting in the space around his left lung, the trauma surgeon is placing a chest tube now and they are evacuating blood that is also pooling around his GI tract. But I don’t think they’ll need to wire his jaw shut and I think they’ll be able to take the breathing tube out after surgery as well.”

The nurse’s words try to settle and make sense but the only thing you can focus on is the fact his own father tried to run him over. A chest tube sounds really serious. A breathing tube? Could he not breathe on his own at one point?

“You can stay in here till they bring him back if you want.”

“Thank you.” You breathed.

The tears start flowing the second she steps out the door. All the tension and fear is crashing in on you at once. The tension between you and your dad the last week. The worry you always have for JJ getting into trouble without you there to help. The fear that iced your veins the second you saw the room was empty, scared he was dead and you never got to say goodbye. The fear you still have in seeing the full extent of his injuries.

The sound of wheels and beeping of machines echoes down the hall. A bed pulls into the room with a team of people in blue scrubs. You watch them settle the bed, the pumps, and the monitor before leaving the room. One of the people on the team catches the nurse that spoke to you outside the room and gave what you could only assume was updates on how it all went.

Your eyes gaze over towards the bed. Getting closer you see JJ laying there like he is asleep. He has a slight crease between his brows like he normally does when he is dreaming. You pray that he isn’t in any pain right now.

“JJ?” You gasp and rush to his side. Taking a seat on the side of the bed instantly your hand finds his while your other runs it’s fingers through his blood matted hair. A sob tightens in your throat as you try to speak. “It’s going to be okay, you’re okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

The nurse is telling you how the surgery went and that they are just waiting for him to wake up. He got a lot of pain medications before heading over but he is responsive so they aren’t worried about his airway. She is trying her best to explain what things mean and being assuring that they are doing everything to help him. By the look in her eyes you think she knows you’re not actually his cousin but she doesn’t’ say anything and neither do you.

“Do you know how we can get in touch with his father?” She asks you next. Yeah the end of a bottle somewhere, hopefully in the bottom of a ditch.

“I think he is working on the mainland. I forgot my phone so I don’t have the number on me.”

She leaves you be after that. Occasionally coming in and out as she needs for various assessments and administering medications. You just stay where you are and continue to watch the rise and fall of his chest. Your eyes on occasion falling on the chest tube and following down to the drain.

“Hey princess.”

Your eyes meet JJ’s. Despite the pain he must be in, he sends his signature smile your way. Instead of smiling a sob escape past your lips. Your free hand tries to shield your face so JJ doesn’t have to see you cry.

“No princess, don’t cry. I’m okay. Promise.” JJ squeezes your hand. “Your dad is going to be pissed you’re here.”

“I don’t care. He is on the mainland for two weeks but even if he wasn’t I’m not leaving here till you do.”

JJ doesn’t argue with you and you stick to your word. You stay the night there and only leave to use the restroom. Occasionally taking a sponge bath in the sink. The girls bring extra clothes for you when they come visit.

“Careful, I think I’m being spoiled.” JJ groans in satisfaction as you poor some warm water over his head. The nurse gave you a basin with some shampoo so you could wash the blood out of his hair. It has been almost a week and the doctor took out the chest tube yesterday.

“I think you’re entitled to a little spoiling.” Your voice is lighter than it has been in days. Leaning over, you press your lips to his forehead.

“I only want to be spoiled by you.” JJ whispers, his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the warm water and your fingers running through his hair.

Finishing up, you take a towel and massage his head, trying to wring out as much water as you can before combing it. JJ protests and begs for you to just run your fingers in his hair instead. A request you complete knowing that JJ’s hair has always looked a mess no matter what. Messy is its natural state of being, as is the beautiful boy laying in front of you.

“How did I get so lucky?” JJ’s eyes gaze into yours like his looking at a piece of art.

“I think you’re getting delirious from all the pain medicine.” You can’t help but giggle, letting your hair fall on your face to shield the blush betraying you.

“Don’t hide from me, please.” His words lock up in his throat and you notice a sheen over his eyes. “You’re beautiful, even when you’re embarrassed. I’m sorry about the gun. I will never admit this to anyone else but it was stupid… I’m stupid. It cost me you, anything that does is not worth it.”

If JJ wanted to say more he couldn’t. Your lips find his with a tender kiss. JJ’s tongue dances across your lower lip, asking for more. Parting your lips you both begin to explore each other. Your body is on fire and JJ is the only thing that can be your salvation. JJ’s hands find your waist and guide you to straddle him. Careful, you maintain distance between your bodies, scared that any change in position could bring him pain.

“I wish I wasn’t in the hospital,” JJ gowls. “Or I’d have you on your back and naked in three seconds.”

“I think you’re overestimat- oh fuck!” JJ’s tongue trails down your neck, quickly finding your sweet spot.

“You were saying?”

You can hear JJ’s smug smirk rolling off his tongue against your skin. One hand remains firmly on your hip while he trials his fingers so gently up your torso, shivers ignite in their wake. He takes his time, leaving incoherent shapes before reaching his desired destination. Fighting a whimper, you bite your lip as JJ’s hands play with your breast, his thumb ever so gently grazing your sensitive nipple, as his tongue continues at it third favorite spot.

“You’re right,” JJ pants out of breath. “I do like to play with my food before I eat.”

JJ’s lips leave your neck, refocusing on a new territory. You notice the labor behind his breathing. Glancing up at the monitor you have a feeling that his elevated heart rate is in part for the excitement of being together like this again but also from pain. His warm wet tongue distracts you from your thoughts as it runs down the center of your chest, grazing the inside crevasse of each breast.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” JJ breathes between every few words. “But I think I have to stop.”

“I’ll let the nurse know you’re ready for more pain medicine.” Your lips brush his forehead, not trusting either of you for another kiss. Carefully and quickly, you climb off of him and head for the door. “When I get back we are watching a trashy hospital cable movie and cuddling. Keep your hands to yourself this time.”

“Movie and cuddling, yes. But the last part is asking too much of me. I have to make up time being apart from you.” His signature wink flies toward you and you can’t wait for the day you get to take him out of this place. Not just the hospital but away from his dad, away from your dad, maybe from the outer banks all together. As long as you two are together and there is no one there to break you apart.

@stu-machers-girl

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becasworldsstuff · 5 months

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THE POGUES`S FAVORITE GIRL

Her window was never locked and the light on her porch never turned off, her father knew damn well that their house had practically became the pogue`s but he did not entirely mind. Sure, his daughter`s friends weren`t so responsible but she was the best girl anyone, who had the pleasure to talk to her, could meet and with friends like that she was surely the most protected girl in the whole OBX.

The pogues rarely missed a bonfire so whoever went always knew that they will be there, and the best way to find them was searching for their princess, other also call her their queen bee, but truly anyone who was in search of one of them could find em in front, in the back or simply at her side. Since she is one of the most beautiful girl in the whole island and that is secret to no one, her relationship with the pogues members is purely platonic for what's known, but who had tried to talk to her never seemed to be enough interesting for her standards, which is plausible with that many people around her setting the bar so high.

Her laugh music to anyone near her and her smile brightened up anyone day`s but it was not enough, and when the whole entire world seemed to swallow her body when her only thought were her best friends who sided with her on everything, with whom she lived the craziest adventures and sleepless nights.

They had all been talking in front of the fire for a big part of the night, and while the others were fully awake, the tiredness behind her eyes was evident, and so, while her eyes began to close every single one of the pogues watched her in awe and looking at each other, they could clearly understand that having her in the group was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to all of them.

" I think she really is the glue between us, you know? I mean she is all for the safety of the planet" said Kiara " and she is the only girl I can bring myself to tolerate, but not only that, she has this infinite patience that keeps us from exploding and doing stupid things, but I don't think we give her enough credits"

" I think so too and her being a ray of sunshine always helped me" John B said " even my dad adored her, as all parents do, how couldn't you? It's impossible"

They all raised their plastic cups " cheer" "to sunshine?" "To sunshine!" They said whispering to not wake her up.

#john b x reader #kiara x reader #jj fluff #obx fanfiction #platonic!reader #pogues x reader #pope x reader #sarah x reader #pogue!reader

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jjfp4l · 2 years

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Regrettably Attached | JJ Maybank

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader, Pogues x Reader

Summary: After years of being away in Outerbanks, you reunited with the Pogues. But that one boy isn’t happy about it.

Warning: Angst, Angst, Angst

A/N: This is my first time writing ff soo please be easy on me😭 anw, your feedback is highly appreciated!

Outerbanks, Paradise on Earth.

You exhaled in your car window when you read the sign.

“It feels good to be back.” You whisper to yourself. You smiled when your favorite song is playing in the radio.

It’s been three years since you got into obx. You look into your car window as you starting to reminisce the moment you had with this small island. You missed the sea, you missed the air, you missed the château, you missed the pogues, you missed everything. And for everything, you mean that one particular boy who still got your heart beat faster than usual.

After 20 minutes of driving, you park your car into the château. You wanted to surprise the pogues, so you walked in the house quietly.

When you’re at the house, you heard John B. singing wholeheartedly to Michael Jackson’s Rock With You while cooking something in the kitchen. When he was a little child, you’re tired of hearing his love of Michael Jackson. You smile at that thought.

When he reached for the chorus, you sing with him .

“I wanna rock with you (all night)

Dance you into day (sunlight)

I wanna rock with you (all night)

We're gonna rock the night away (rock, right)” When he realized that he’s not the only one who’s singing, he turned to his back. His eyes widen when he saw you at his house.

“No. Freaking. Way.” He said while smiling.

“Yes. Freaking. Way.” You smiled at him. You both run from each others arms.

“Hey there, Routledge.” You said while hugging him.

“Hey there, Lil’ Routledge.” He hugged you tightly. You jokingly pinched his arm. He knows that you hate that nickname.

“Okay, you might want to let go of me now. You’re squeezing me real bad.” You said while struggling to get away with his hug. He laughed and then he gets away with you. He goes to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

“What are you doing here? We haven’t heard from you for three years. We thought you forgot about us.” He said while preparing the table. You go to the refrigerator and grab a soda.

“Well, flash news for ya, my mother died and your uncle which is my father, have an affair and decided to leave us while mom is suffering from lung cancer.” Your heart ached at that thought. You smiled at him to indirectly told him that you’re okay.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” John B takes the chair for you to sit on the table.

“Not your fault. By the way, where’s Big John?” You asked him.

“Well, flash news for you too, my dad is missing. 6 months already but he still hasn’t showed up. They declared him dead, but I don’t know, I have a feeling that he’s out there, you know.”

“Oh my God. Well, I believe in you. Anyway, I’m in trouble now, ‘cause he’s my guardian, and he wasn’t here, so i guess we’re alone here.” You started to eat the toasted bread that he cooked.

“You meant you and I are in trouble. My dad is missing, my uncle whose supposed to be my guardian while dad isn’t around is MIA, and the bride of Frankenstein threatening me to foster care.”

“Story of our life.” You quoted.

“I miss you, really.” John B. said while looking at you. You and John B. started catching up with each other’s life.

“By the way, Where are the others?” You asked John B.

“They go out fishing. They’ll be back soon.” As soon as you heard a boat pulling over at the château, you and John B. got out of the house to see who’s coming on the house.

“Speak of the devil.” John B. said while you’re nervously walked through the gate. You shake your hands, trying to calm your beating heart. You smiled when you saw Pope walking over.

“No shit, Y/N is that you?” Pope hugged you. You realized that he grow taller than before and his voice matured.

“Well, hello to you too. I missed you Popie. How’s Heyward?” You asked him.

“Same old, same old.” He messed up with your hair. You pushed his arms away and smiled at him.

“John B., is he still nerd as always?” You asked John B.

“Don’t be too hard on him. He’s on the math team.” He replied sarcastically. You and John B. laughed while Pope is glaring angrily at John B.

From afar, you saw the boy you’ve been dying to see. He is wearing a shirt that has holes on some area, an old army short, and his blonde hair carefully blown by the wind still amazes you.

“I told you, Pope, I’m good at fishing—” He stopped when he looked at you direction. Those blue eyes that you are longing for is cold as an ice. His aura changed from being cocky to cold.

“Hey.” You smiled at him even when you’re nervously shaking.

“Why are you here?” He said while looking at you showing no emotions

“Dude.”

“JJ.”

That words cut deeper than a knife. You didn’t expect him to say that. You expected him to run from you, to hug you, and to say that he misses you.

You heard a voice of a girl in JJ’s back asked you.

“Guys, can you help me out of here? These ungrateful jerks didn’t help me from lifting this fish- Oh hey, who are you?” You didn’t even try to look at her.

“Kie, this isn’t a good timing. We need to get in the house the other way. Let them talk first.” Pope helps her on the fish. John B. followed them while you’re trying to fight the staring contest you and JJ are doing right now.

“Why are you here?” He repeated the question.

“I’m back. I’m back from the Pogue life. Hey, w-where’s my hug? You didn’t miss me?” You tried to sound cheerful but you failed.

“We don’t need you here.” He said coldly and walk away.

“JJ please—” You grab his hands and he refused.

“I can’t stand you anymore.”

“If you just listen to me—” You’re trying to talk to him calmly but he always stoping you from the middle. You get it. He doesn’t want to heat your explanation anymore even if you try a million times.

“What’s the point, huh?” He shouted at you. He’s not the softie JJ that you know. The JJ you know would never shout at you like that. Even, if you’re scared, you tried to talk to him.

“Well, at least you will hear my explanation and you’re not going to be mad at me anymore!”

“You know what, I hate you. I hate you so fucking much. You have no idea how it hurts. Besides, you’re the one who always leaves so you don’t know the feeling, right?”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay! Please don’t be mad at me. I didn’t know I hurt you that bad. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye to you. I’m really sorry, please forgive me.” You said while trying not to cry. You hurt him real bad and you didn’t even realize it. It’s your fault that he’s acting like that towards you.

“Save you sorry, Y/N. I still hate you the most.”

“But why?” You feeling the tears coming down in your eyes but you chose to ignore it.

“I hate you because you always do that to me! You’ll be here, i’ll get attached, then you’ll leave. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being abandoned by you. So please, do me a favor and leave Outerbanks for good.” He said coldy and walking away from you while you’re standing there with a tears in your eyes, and a broken heart.

(who wants a part 2?)

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank series #obx imagine #obx #jj obx #obx jj maybank #jj maybank x y/n #pogues x reader

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thewriterg · 1 year

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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

pairing(s): jj maybank x gn!reader, pope heyward x gn!reader

summary: You lived for the moments you spent with your boyfriends the parties and the treasure hunting was nice but nothing beat the warm nostalgia of tangled limbs and sweet kisses in the bed bathing in the obx sun

word count: 500+

request: Hi, so some time ago I read your imagine between Pope, JJ and reader and I just thought it was incredible, because most of the time a poly couple is shown, it's two people giving love to one person, yours already showed the love between the three <3 So in that same JJ x Pope x reader dynamic, imagine where they're just in bed, just woken up from an afternoon nap and are simply cuddling in the warmth of the covers. Thank you, bye- @lovers-rockkk

warning(s): fluff, kisses, sweet short domestic, pet names, polyamory themes, and I think like one swear word

A/n: —GIF;— I can not tell you how happy it makes me when someone notices the few extra steps I to take to make my fics better thank you for the appreciation love it made me feel great <3 Also I have a surprise for you guys at the end of this so read all the way through!!!

You felt yourself begin to stir the feeling of the sun engulfing your figure that wasn’t covered by the duvet of your bed gave you a welcoming invite to blink the sleep from your eyes but you were quickly met with admiring brown eyes staring back at you

“Well good morning” You softly smiled voice soft and raspy from sleep as you stared at the rich skinned boy in front of you immediately throwing an arm over his slim waist you often teased him with your compliments it made his face hot and he was often bashful when you said the things you did especially about his toned stomach

“my pretty baby and his little waist”

“men and their slutty waist”

“we’ll look at you” you said while wrapping your around his torso pressing your face against his back

“Morning dove” Popes voice was almost the same as yours, raspy but it was less than normal letting you know he was probably up for a while before you silently moved not wanting to wake up the blonde next to you to straddle the brunettes lap as he watched you with a small smile as the sun kissed you through the blinds

You leaned down on Popes chest your bottom half still resting on his lap as you prepped small fluttering kisses on his neck traveling to his jaw as his warm hands traveled over your hips and lower back

You both stayed like that for a wild sun and love drunk In each others embrace warm and comfortable no worries of the outside world just yet… no gold, no running for your life, no gunshots, no pogues just them.

“Did you save any for me? You guys are mean” JJ groaned out a whine stretching as you both looked over to the blonde who were barely awake looking and searching for affection and you smirked widely while Pope chuckled quietly under you

“Come on Goldie” You couldn’t conceal the smile from your face while the dark skinned boy under you opened his arm out to take the blonde in and JJs ears perked up at the familiar nickname not wasting a second to crash into Popes side as he playfully groaned before kissing his temple

You sprawled out on top of them both with a over exaggerated sigh as the both chuckled before pressing a kiss to the corners of blondes mouth as he lied there in content letting you continue your acts of assault kisses to his face as you did Pope

“I think we should just stay in, hell we can put John B on hold for a day” The pale spoke up breaking the peaceful silence that fell over you all after you had settled and you hummed in agreement while Pope turned to scoop you both up in his arms a sigh that leaving the bed soon was very unlikely

You would forever persevere the love in these moments

💌💌💌💌

So I’ve started a book on Wattpad! It’s called “don’t go chasing waterfalls”

Its about a girl named Bonnie Sonnet and her group of friends follow the conflict and consequences after leaving Pouglandia in search for El dorado. How will her two certain best friends react when she makes empty promises for when this is all over? They were destined to make her keep said promises.

JJ and Pope are both love interests while also pinning over each other so if you like fics like these you’d definitely like it so you should check it out!

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oddlykilledghosts · 1 year

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I Want You To Like Me - Rafe Cameron x reader (Part Three)

Summary: You're a pogue by choice, kook from birth. The friendship that you have with the other pogues is undeniable, no one questions their loyalty for you or your loyalty to them. So when a certain King of the Kooks takes interest in you, it's only right to turn him down. Right?

Apologies for the long wait! Had a lot of ways this chapter could’ve gone…but hopefully you guys like what I ended up on…I also ended with a little less Rafe than I had intended but that equals more parts for later on

Also do you guys want me to share my outer banks playlist I listen to while writing these fics? I also have one specifically for this series! Lemme know

p.s. I had Paramore’s “All I Wanted” on repeat while writing this particular part so do with that what you will

Word Count: 7k

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, John B x Sarah Cameron, platonic!Pogues x reader

The phone call aftermath moved very quickly. You had taken a couple minutes too long, soaking up the air that had reached you in the wind from the ocean in a sore attempt to calm your flushed cheeks, and when you returned to the Chateau Pope was awake and Kie and John B had fallen into an argument that left your stomach heavy with added dread. At least, you thought to yourself, that this dread was familiar. Talking on the phone with Rafe Cameron while he was oh so casually “hitting balls” with Topper and Kelce at the country club most definitely did not fall into that category. Pope, who was using the same cereal bowl as you had been and had hopefully cleaned it before his own use, was sitting in the kitchen in a hungover daze looking like he wanted to step into the fight and use a few calming words but couldn’t quite make the leap there. The Chateau’s exterior door to the screened-in porch creaked on its hinges but the indoor entryway opened without noise when you walked in. This calmed your heart rate after hearing the voices inside get louder when you approached the house, not wanting to involve yourself too much in a fight when you had JJ’s hat to be dealt with. Neither of those things mattered though, because when you stood in the doorway debating how to get to your room without getting in the sight of either of the two bickering pogues, Kie spotted you, just as you deciphered what they were arguing about. Sarah.

In these types of fights between the pogues, there were always sides, but there was also the essential knowledge that the fighting would eventually be resolved. In being the two girls in the group, you ended up sticking by Kie in a lot of times of need whether you agreed with her or not. JJ tended to pick John B. Pope was always the mediator. It was how things worked. And they worked well. This instance, however, was odd. 1) because JJ was out surfing, 2) You owed John B, and 3) because you needed John B’s help with Rafe that day too…which meant Kie was right AND was going to be left in the dust. Plus, a little bit of you also hated that Kie happened to be right that particular day about that particular (*cough* the Cameron’s) topic. Mostly because that very day you were going to go against almost every word she was saying.

Kie reached a hand out to you, urging you to show your alliance by standing physically next to her. If you went, you would be parallel to John B and crossing a line across the threshold. Her eyes poked holes in your heart, as if her gaze caused the blood to fall slowly out of it and pool around your feet in a painting of guilt. It was one argument. She would forgive you. Except that this small, meaningless fight meant more and you knew it. It meant sides. Sides that weren’t in this room. Sides that you and John B were taking. Were you willing to risk fighting for one kiss? That one kiss swam in your bones and it felt so warm, so similar to the sun hitting your skin. But this was wrong. “Y/N, you know I’m right, right?” Your hesitation caused Kie to falter. Normally, she would be full of confidence and show no mercy to her opponents, but as a friend you held her heart in your hands. Unfortunately, you were about to squeeze a little.

You eyed John B carefully but even he looked a little lost and frustrated as you met his gaze. His eyes wavered a bit just as you stepped a foot closer to his side of the room-

“Y/N kissed Rafe.” The room suddenly felt stiff with hot Outer Banks air as the words fell from John B’s mouth.

“WHAT?” Your head snapped immediately back to John B, while at the same time Kiara echoed your shock and your word and looked towards you. Pope munched on his cereal, still a little sleepy and a little bit scared to intervene until he has his wits about him. Luckily he had already gulped down Kiara’s concoction, as it was sitting empty next to his bowl, so he was sure to sober up faster than usual.

“And he has JJ’s hat.” John B helpfully added to his last statement.

This time only Kiara spoke, “What the fuck, Y/N.” She placed a hand on her forehead and looked down at her feet which you noticed were a pair of vans that had originally belonged to you.

Heartbeat slowing a bit, you paused, looking between John B and Kiara. When your eyes glanced over John B his own eyes urged you to talk. To say something. You didn’t know what his game was. John B obviously had kept his relationship secret for some time now, only making a slip up the night before. Why couldn’t you? Why couldn’t you figure this out without judgment you knew was going to come from your friends? You thought John B understood this. He had forgiven you easily, but only because of his own indiscretions with the middle Cameron sibling. You knew how much this feud hurt Kie, you had been there when it happened. You couldn’t hurt her like this.

But you already had.

Kie stood still for a minute, staring at your silence, and finally after playing with the multiple friendship bracelets on her wrist she spoke again with an exasperated sigh, “Let’s go get the hat, Y/N.”

Then she walked out of the Chateau.

“You should probably follow her.” Pope said between munches, he had already poured himself another bowl. The solo cup that had been taped to his hand from the night before had been attacked and was hanging limply but was still unfortunately attached.

When you started towards the door, Pope added with a heavy amount of side eye towards the leader of the pogues, “Both of you.” John B, not wanting to cross Pope when he was probably right, pushed past you and followed Kie out towards the Twinkie.

“You’ll talk to-” You said, stopping at the door.

“JJ. Yup.” Pope responded. You gave your friend a smile and he gave you one back, laughing a little cautiously as he added, “You know Rafe’s a dick, right?”

You shook your head, a little happy Pope didn’t seem as mad and a little disappointed in yourself that you were here in this situation at all. “Yeah. Just-”

“Talk to JJ. I know. I’ll distract him until you guys get back.”

When you went to leave you again stopped and turned back to Pope, “You don’t hate me, do you?”

Pope turned towards you with a light and soft smile on his face, “No, I don’t, Y/N. Now let me eat my third bowl of cereal. It’s brain-”

“-food. Blah blah. I’m leaving.”

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When you reached the cars (there were usually only two there, yours and the Twinkie, as well as JJ’s dirt bike) your car was missing and you assumed JJ had taken it down to his favorite surf spot, so Kie had already made herself comfortable in the front seat of the VW van. When you were close enough to see your friends through the windows, you could tell there had been a little spat before you got there because John B was sulking in the back.

There were always signs that John B was actually upset, only this time you couldn’t even decipher his side profile. He looked more on edge than anything. You wished you could lend him JJ’s hat, as if transferring the magic again…but you’d have to get the hat first and that seemed like it would happen after Kie killed you both. If Kie was really about to blow up she might think to do it in the Twinkie driving 80 down the highway so no one could hear the lecture she was about to induce upon the two of you. The hat magic might cheer up you and John B after being totally eviscerated though.

You knocked on the driver’s side window, and Kiara, looking a little pissed but not fuming, rolled it down. “Yes?”

The thing was it was weird you could never view Kiara as angry. Yes, she had a lot of anger towards kooks and the environmental damages people and corporations were doing to the planet, but to you she was easy going and carefree and liked to have fun. Her eyebrows being furrowed always submitted confusion first in your mind, not anger. Especially when it was targeted at you.

“I assume I am also in a backseat timeout?”

“Get in the passenger seat, Y/N/N.”

Nicknames were a good sign, so you followed suit and climbed into the passenger side of the Twinkie and hoped Kiara wasn’t planning on crashing the van in a crime of passion and narrowly escaping as the sole survivor.

At first the drive was very quiet. Neither you or John B spoke, but you did send back and forth worrying glances. It was easy to read John B when you knew him like you did, easier now that he was letting you in on his feelings. His eyes gave everything away, and once you got used to looking in them, more often or not it was hardly a feat to discover what his true purposes were. However, you also wanted to send daggers through John B. But as much as you were angry with him you trusted him. He rarely saved his own ass instead of his friends. If this was an attempt to leech all the anger Kiara had about kooks away from him and onto you, you would’ve been able to tell. And so far, there was no sign of that in his deep brown irises.

Then finally, halfway across the Cut, Kiara started talking. Well, she was more likely demanding answers than plainly having a chat. It started with a question, “Is what John B said true?”

Both you and John B started speaking at the same time but John B was louder and cut you off, “I wouldn’t lie about-”

Kie snapped back quickly, still keeping her eyes on the road, “I was asking Y/N. So shut up.” John B opened his mouth once more to protest, but no words came out and he closed it just as fast.

You sighed as the Twinkie came to a red light, “Yes. I kissed Rafe last night. To be fair, I think I was drunk. But either way, I’m sorry.”

Kie let out a breath, “Is this an ongoing thing?”

You tried to hide the fact that it might be becoming one, but your hesitation with your answer cued Kie off. “...No.”

“But you like him.”

“Jury’s out on that one.”

John B piped up, “I have a feeling the Jury has its verdict.”

At the same time you reached back to hit him, Kiara again told John B to be quiet. Then she continued and peeked a soft glance at you while she was driving while occasionally looking back to the idle road, “You weren’t going to tell me?”

“Maybe not yet? I was very worried I was making the wrong move.”

She sighed and then pulled over onto the side of the street. “Y/N, yeah, I’m mad at you.” Then she took a deep breath in, and with a little more tension in her shoulders she continued, “But you deserve to figure things out. I’ve mostly figured my side of things out…but you came from that side of the island too. However, you are also a pogue, and you are also my best friend. I don’t want you to get hurt. And Rafe well…” Kiara’s voice was full of hard edges and warnings of being careful (and mostly not to cross her again) but you knew she was trying to be understanding. It wasn’t a full switch from how she had been fighting with John B at the Chateau but it was a kinder (in retrospect) approach.

“He’s quite an interesting choice.” John B piped up.

“Shut up John B.” You and Kie said at the same time, and you turned back to each other a smile tainting both of your lips. Connection. You felt this overwhelming urge to hug your friend. Like it was new and fresh, seeing her with clean eyes. It was refreshing to see that your assumptions about Kiara’s reaction had been wrong. That you were worried about this big explosion and the volcano had passed by nonthreateningly. She was still very much her assertive self, but it was recognizable and not seized with so much anger that you couldn’t move past it. That you had been right to trust your gut that Kie was not harboring anger for you, and she never had been. It would just take her time to understand if this was something you really wanted. It would take time for you to understand.

Although there was still anger there that you could clearly see underneath her civility and in her tone that you would be able to work through it at a later date. Maybe when this whole Rafe thing turned out to be a flitting desire and not something that would cause a bigger debacle. You were sure though, that if Kie had suspected it was just hooking up, she would’ve been less angry. It was one thing to have sex with a Kook and it was another to be thinking about having real feelings for one. Especially Rafe.

“It’s not like I couldn’t see this coming, you have been in love with him since we were friends with Sarah.” Kie added, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes as she showed off some of the facial expressions she had been holding back.

“I have not been in love with him-” You protested, pouting a little that you had seemed that transparent.

Kie laughed a little and interrupted you, “Okay sure, recently you’ve said you hated him. Which was apparently a lie.”

“Lie my ass!” You protested again, pushing your friend playfully as she sat still at the wheel of the unmoving Twinkie.

“Well either you’re lying to us or yourself.” John B chided annoyingly as he purposefully messed up your hair and leaned up to where you and Kie were sitting. “I think it’s better I said something, look at you two as close as ever.”

Which was exactly why John B spilled your stupid dirty laundry, you saw it plain and clear in his eyes and a little bit in that stupid smirk. You had figured it shortly into the drive, but John B didn’t want you to be in his position. Kiara was smart and fierce, but she was also stubborn. If you had wandered over to John B’s side and held your secret close to your chest, your friendship with your best friend might have never been the same. He was saving you from later fights. Because he was right, Rafe could end badly. You might need your best friend for that. Big John never said honesty was the best policy, but you liked to think that he would be proud of the pogues sticking together.

You stole a look at Kie and she nodded in confirmation, then you both used your hands to push John B back into the back of the Twinkie with force. He landed on the floor of the vehicle with a soft thud and a playful chuckle. “John B, you are a quarter forgiven. Don’t push your luck. You’re still dating my mortal enemy.” Kie said with a sharp tongue, throwing a dagger of a look towards your mutual friend. Somehow the incident with you had lightened her mood about Sarah, and you hoped she could also learn to forgive John B for keeping that a secret. You were ready just that morning to lay your life down for the same if not worse conditions.

“Does this mean I’m fully forgiven?” You asked, looking at Kiara and your similar chokers and shared shoes. There was a kinship there, in the things you shared as pogues. As if you were all connected. It showed in JJ’s shirts you found and ended up sleeping in. Or one of Pope’s button downs. But you and Kie shared the most, your styles intermingled and showed the bond. Kook turned pogue, mirror images.

Kiara sighed and rolled her eyes, “I’m still deliberating. We still have to get the hat back.”

You checked your phone, it was eleven twenty a.m. you still had time to make it to Tannyhill. “Rafe said to meet him at Tannyhill at noon.”

In an attempt to not make things worse, you assumed Kiara elected to ignore that you had made plans to meet up with Rafe, whether it be for JJ’s hat or not. And you were glad she did. You needed your best friend.

“Gun it.” John B said with a smirk, still on the floor of the Twinkie.

“This thing only goes so fast, Routledge.” Kiara retorted, but pulled back onto the road and hit the gas hard.

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You got to Tannyhill with ten minutes to spare, which was exceedingly lucky with how fast the Twinkie goes. When you arrived, you noticed that there were a few straggling cars from the night before that were still parked around the house and on the street. This time, rather than what you had thought the night before, you knew Ward would not approve this. He’s more of the kind of man that pretends to be friendly with neighbors and isn’t actually forgiving. But now with less people at the property, it was open enough to pull into the house’s driveway. You really hoped that Rafe was right and Sarah would not be home since everything was still fairly fresh with Kie. Seeing the two girls go head to head would be too much for one morning.

When finally you made it close enough to the front door, Kiara put the Twinkie into park and looked around, as if a group of Kooks was about to ambush us. When she seemed to think it was all clear, she got out of the car. It was your turn to ask a question, “Where are you going?” you asked, a little afraid of what her answer would be because as soon as you asked it John B was already out of the car too (although a bit more comfortable with the house than Kie seemed to be).

Kie shrugged and motioned for you to come out, “We’re getting the hat, you coming Y/N/N?”

See, to you this could mean many things, and several of them went through your mind. The most common instance is that Kie would pummel Rafe. It was safer than sorry to follow your friends so you didn’t end up locked up after assaulting someone and Rafe claiming a B&E case.

You caught up quickly with your fellow pogues but started to protest that you should go in alone. That it was fine. You could get it and everything would be great. Both of your friends swatted your protests away as soon as you reached the front door. “You need backup,” Kie would say. “We get the hat, get out, it’ll be an adventure,” John B added, though you weren’t quite sure what adventure he was referring to that would land you at Tannyhill. Then Rafe opened the door, with you tugging on John B’s arm to turn back to the Twinkie, John B pulling you towards the door and Kiara’s arms crossed in a defensive pose. You froze with your hands locked around John B’s arm.

“Sarah’s not here.” Rafe said in a bored voice to John B, the door only open enough for his silhouette as if he were afraid all three of you would barge in if he opened it wider. His eyes subtly passed over you in a quick motion as he scanned the three of you and immediately you dropped John B’s arm. A sizable bit of embarrassment washed over you, but you let it go easily as you looked at Rafe in the doorway. Mostly because if anyone at all knew that you weren’t with John B, it would be the Cameron boy.

Kiara spoke up in a stern voice, “We’re here for the hat, actually.”

Rafe’s eyebrows twitched, as if remembering Kie’s brashness for the first time, “Well, actually, I’m curious why you think I have a hat you would want.”

Kiara pointed towards you without breaking eye contact with Rafe, “This one,” she paused and smiled smugly. “Seems to think you do.”

Rafe looked back to you swiftly but his expression stayed bored and made of stone, and his eyes went quickly back to Kiara, “Then only they can come in.”

Kie crossed her arms and looked at John B as if asking him a question but he shrugged subtly and she went to look at you, “Okay. We’ll be waiting.”

You stepped forward and Rafe opened the door to just fit you through, although you had to duck underneath his arm to get through the threshold. He smelled nice, you’re sure like some expensive cologne he owned, and it wafted close to you as you passed him almost enveloping your senses.

When he shut the door you heard John B yell something through the door that sounded a lot like, “No funny business you two!” And then something like Kie smacking him on his head.

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Rafe led you to the living room, to the same couch on which you had talked to him the night before. But he stayed standing, leaning himself against the wall watching you. You couldn’t tell if he wanted you to sit down so you stayed standing opposite him and crossed your arms in an act to do something with your limbs. It seemed like he was telling the truth about not drinking much, he had been up early to golf and seeing him now he had the same glow around him that came with Cameron sobriety.

“So…” You started, looking at him expectantly.

“Why are your friends here?” He asked, looking stern and unmoving. The house was more quiet than you remembered in your past kook years and it unnerved you a bit. When you had been friends with Sarah there was always laughing, always the three of you, and the house didn’t seem so big. But occupying the new space there again was the feeling you had, pulling you towards Rafe Cameron, as if it filled the emptiness. It buzzed inside your bones and all of a sudden all you could think about was kissing him again as if this feeling was controlling your every thought. Because you wanted to. You wanted to forget about your friends outside and “kooks vs pogues” and just kiss Rafe Cameron because you could. Because you had, and you weren’t ready to give that up.

You were staring at his lips when Rafe spoke again, causing you to jolt back up to his blue eyes. “I didn’t think one kiss would have you running off to your friends so fast, Y/N.”

There was a hint of familiarity in his words that awakened your senses back to normal, something that reminded you of the old Rafe when he would tease you and Sarah. You shrugged, “They just want the hat and then they’ll leave.”

“Will you leave?” Rafe prompted harshly, stepping a foot closer to you and away from the wall. His eyes were cloudy and you couldn’t see beyond his intentions. You wanted to believe that he wanted you there. That you could stay. Spend a real day with Rafe away from everyone.

It took a second for you to decide on your words, but when you did they came out easily, “You invited me, I planned to stick around.” You crossed your arms again after you spoke, a little uneasy in standing your ground. “Now where’s JJ’s hat?”

“Always sticking up for Maybank, Y/N. It’s really hard for me to believe you don’t have a thing for him.” As he spoke he walked towards one of the linen closets and waved you towards it. His words, you knew, were an insult coming from his mouth, but it barely bothered you. JJ and you were very close, as you were with all the pogues. Even John B had once mentioned the two of you becoming a couple. But it was odd it was something Rafe noticed. Then he spoke again, nodding you towards the closet, “Kept it nice and pretty for you.” His tone was a little condescending, but otherwise not laced with malice like you had expected.

You made a face at Rafe and walked over to the closet and when you opened the door there it was. You didn’t want to admit that his comment of ‘Kept it nice and pretty’ was actually accurate as it rested nicely on some fresh white towels. No gasoline stains or smells and no tears in it (as your imagination had led you to believe). It was sitting plainly in the closet. “Why is it-” You started.

Rafe was by your side the minute you spoke, sparing little distance between the two of you. “Didn’t want anyone to see it.” There were doubts to this comment, but you didn’t poke at them. His friends were casually showing up at Tannyhill most days, and even Sarah would’ve asked questions about Rafe having JJ’s hat in his possession.

“And I assume you didn’t want JJ’s hat ‘tainting’ your perfect room. Pogue paraphernalia would never dare to disrupt the King of the Kook’s room.” These words dripped with sarcasm, a usual tone in the Chateau, and it alarmed you that you were making playful remarks at the kook in front of you instead of plainly insulting him.

Rafe ignored your joke, and slight jeer at him, and glanced at your lips a little too quickly. “Is this a confession that you’ve been thinking of my room, Y/N?”

You stepped back, trying to keep your composure, “No,” You grabbed the hat and pushed through Rafe to make your way back to the front door. You spoke this time now facing away from the kook, and slightly waving him off with the hat in your hand, “According to you, I should be fantasizing about JJ’s room.” Then you added quickly, “If anything.”

Before Rafe could catch up with you, you had already opened the door. Kie and John B fell hard onto the entryway’s hardwood floors as you swung the door open. It was obvious they had been leaning against the door when it had been closed. Either listening or resting against the doorway. Probably listening. You let it go, since you figured they had a right to be a little nosey. When you had opened the door quickly, the two pogues had fallen with a thud and now opened their eyes to you looming over them. “Got the hat.” You said cheerfully to your friends laying on the floor, waving the hat from your fingertips into their view.

It seemed too easy. Too nice of Rafe to not burn up JJ’s hat in anger at the pogues. They’ve had enough squabbles for that to be possible. But there it was in your hands, and here you were ready to get it back to its owner as if nothing had ever happened.

A part of you hoped that maybe that hat hinted at something softer in Rafe. The Rafe who might have liked you. Seen you care, and then cared in tandem. It didn’t seem like something he would do, and yet you wanted to hope.

Kiara grabbed it from your hands and sat up, leaving John B to nurse his head while still laying pathetically on the floor. “Mission accomplished,” Kiara praised, a little in spite of herself and then looked annoyingly down at John B. “Get up, JJ’s probably already at the Chateau.”

At first John B didn’t move but only offered up both of his hands, and after a round of Kiara calling him pathetic you both helped him up. He was a lot heavier than he looked and Kiara kept calling him names but eventually you both got the boy standing upright. Rafe stood watch as you and Kiara struggled, not offering any help because either he knew it wouldn’t be received or he didn’t want to. Both you and Kiara made sure to send an unpleasant face his way but he just shrugged and looked smug. It was quick going after that as you all knew JJ could stay out on the ocean all day, but he wouldn’t as he had a shift at the country club. So there was a small window of him noticing it was gone and your friends being able to retrieve it back to him.

As John B and Kiara were making their exit they turned back to you, as you had stayed in the entrance to Tannyhill. Kiara called back encouragingly and a bit hopefully, “You coming, Y/N/N?” John B looked more like he knew your answer already and gave you a little nod back towards yourself, and additionally towards Rafe who he could see standing beyond you. You could feel it again, that buzzing, that pull…whatever it was. It was here. And you wanted it. You wanted to feel it. You wanted to fall into it. And as always, it was radiating off of Rafe who was standing a few feet behind you. And now that you were here you were more than aware of his presence.

“No I’m okay, tell JJ I had to go home for the day.” You looked back behind you, catching a glimpse of Rafe again leaning up against the wall and watching you. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.” You waved to your friends, although Kiara looked a little unconvinced of your safety at the Kook residence, but she got into the Twinkie all the same and drove away (mostly after John B gave her a little nudge and not after she gave Rafe the finger).

You turned around and closed the door.

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The minute you closed the door, no longer supervised, you felt the pull become stronger. It felt odd to be alone with him. You hadn’t spent this much time with the Kook since your days of being friends with his sister. Him just standing a few feet from you felt intimidating. A beat of silence passed between the two of you as Rafe took you in.

You prayed he couldn’t hear your quickened heart beat.

“About last night-” You started, playing with the choker Kie had let you borrow.

Rafe was suddenly moving towards you until he was a couple inches away. Subconsciously he took a small step back, but not quite big enough to give you any actual space to have your own thoughts. His eyes were suddenly harsh but when he spoke it was rushed and quiet, “If you’re going to say it was a mistake-”

You opened up your mouth to speak but he interrupted you before you could. “I don’t think it’s a mistake.”

Part of you wanted to be truthful, that you agreed. That you wanted more of him. But when you opened your mouth again, something else came out. “What?” Nerves got the better of you. This Rafe wasn’t one you were familiar with yet. The one clear with his feelings. Clear with feelings towards you.

That step that he took to separate the two of you was a distance you wanted to sever. And now, subconsciously hating that distance, you took a step forward towards the boy so close to you, and yet it still felt too far. You could practically feel the heat from his body and the breath coming evenly from his mouth and nose on your cheeks. Rafe’s eyes didn’t leave yours. Didn’t even look down to check you out, though he easily could. “Do you want me to say it?” Rafe questioned, leaning towards you a little more, wanting clear in his eyes so locked with your own.

Heat flooded into your cheeks, and you knew he was pretending not to be pleased at the sight. You wanted desperately to kiss him. To stop this pathetic excuse of talking. But you also did want him to say it. To soothe your mind about his intentions. “A little,” you said, trying to keep your voice as even as his.

“You don’t think I want you?” Rafe chided, turning his head slightly to the side with a smirk.

“No,” you shook your head. “I think you do and you don’t want to admit it.”

And then, with Rafe’s face twisted slightly in confusion, you closed the gap between the two of your bodies and pulled him close to you. You didn’t want to hesitate anymore, you wanted to dive in. His body reacted, even in his small state of shock at your words, and he melted slightly into you as you kissed, his arms immediately wrapping around you and pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. It was wanting. Wanting each other. Wanting more. Wanting this. His body was warm, so much warmer than you were, and he felt sturdy. Safe somehow. More stern than other people you’d kissed. Your hands found their way up to his hair and it was unsurprisingly soft, you used it to pull him closer to you. He happily obliged to your touch.

You could tell he urged to touch you anywhere he could, but his hands stayed protectively on your back and waist as if holding you was enough for now. They felt nice there, as if you belonged in his embrace. There was something in him holding back and you wanted to let it loose. To scream that he could do what he wanted. You tried to urge that in the kiss, but you let it stay safe.

And then a breath of air, the two of you wanting to breathe but not wanting it to end. When you both detached your hands were on either of his face, cupping him there in a soft touch. And then there were his words, so easily misinterpreted, “Do you want to go up to my room?”

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You had passed Rafe Cameron’s room many times. Laughing with Sarah as you gossiped in the hallway on your way to her room. Knocking on it to remind him to come down for dinner with his family when you were invited over. You remember exactly where it was, but you let Rafe guide you up the stairs with his hand in yours which felt so warm you wished you could bottle his warmth to keep with you when you were cold. His palm burned in your hand as it pulled you along.

The door was closed, just as you remembered, but he opened it easily as he pulled you back onto him and into the unfamiliar space. There was no time to observe what he put on his bedside table or what books he liked to read because Rafe was on you, springing you onto the bed and met you with another kiss there. This time, however, his hands moved along your body and slid along your curves. You were there with him, matching his energy as you urged to tug off the t-shirt he was wearing.

Kie had been right. You had wanted this. For longer than you even let yourself believe.

And suddenly you felt a little guilty that you hadn’t seen it before. That you doubted Kiara would support you. That you had waited this long. Because for a second, this felt overwhelmingly right. Right enough that all that time that had passed where this had not happened felt like a waste.

A short breath of air as Rafe pulled off his shirt and leaned down to kiss you again. The quick second he was away from you, the pull you had begun feeling reappeared but this time it was intoxicating and welcoming and pleasurable all at once, and it begged you to bring him back down for another long kiss.

“Wait-” You said, short of breath and flushed in your cheeks.

Rafe stopped, even though you hadn’t expected him too, and loomed over you expectantly as his body heat encapsulated you in warmth, “What?” He replied, sounding a little annoyed.

“I just-” You paused, pushing a small lock of hair from his face and brushing your hand against his face. He seemed to suddenly freeze at your touch, as if it was too intimate for him. The world honestly could’ve stopped right there for you, just looking up at him. But then another thought came into your mind. “Is this what you had in mind for a date?” You questioned, confusion and annoyance mixing into one now that you remembered what he had said on your short phone call earlier in the day.

Rafe rolled off of you and onto the bed that was unoccupied on your right and let out a small huff, “No.” Was all he said. He didn’t move to fetch his shirt that was now discarded on the floor.

All you had to do was turn your head to look at him, so you did, and he was staring at his ceiling fan with his eyebrows knit together. His own face was also a little flushed and you wanted to touch his cheek again to see if his own warmth was magnified there. “I don’t want to be a hookup Rafe.” Was what you replied.

Rafe turned his head, his face still stern and unreadable, while little strands of his hair falling into his eyes as he did so, and calmed a single piece inside of you that thought you were being played by the eldest Cameron, “We have a reservation at the Island Club this evening.”

“What?” A little shock went through you as you sat up at his confession. You were going to be seen in public while having dinner with Rafe Cameron. As your first date. An actual date. Did he bring every girl to the Island Club on their first date? You didn’t think he did, you’d never heard that before anyways. He was casual, you’d seen him date girls his dad wanted him to. But even when you were at the Island Club with your family, you’d never seen a girl on Rafe��s arm or at the Cameron’s table other than his sisters. This was something bigger, and here he was saying it.

“Do you not want to go?” Rafe asked, rubbing his eyes, still laying on his back.

You looked down at the boy, “I’m just surprised. I was about to have sex with you.”

“You were surprised you were going to have sex with me?”

“No. Rafe. It’s just- This is all very confusing.”

That made Rafe sit up to meet your eyes at a clear level. “Y/N.”

“I was just about to go against everything and become a hookup and here you are saying we have this reservation-” You ached to touch him again, but the inches between the two of you on the bed felt like it was growing with each second.

Rafe interrupted you, “Do you think it was Sarah’s idea to invite John B to the party last night?”

This threw you off for a second.

“Yes?” You phrased this as a question, but it seemed obvious to you that it was Sarah’s decision.

“When she asked, I told her she could invite him hoping his friends would come. Hoping you would come.” Rafe’s face stayed stoic and his chest moved evenly, but what he said didn’t sound confident like he usually did. It sounded like it was the truth, behind a wall he didn’t want to let down.

“But you hate pogues.” Rafe looked at you like you were stupid until you realized what he was saying, “You sat next to me on purpose.”

This time Rafe raised his eyebrows in annoyance, “It took awhile for Maybank to leave you the fuck alone, that’s for sure.”

A beat of silence as you went through the night before.

“What if I didn’t come? What if I didn’t like you?” You wanted reassurance because you did like him. More than you wanted to admit. You wanted to ignore your differences and all of Rafe’s past shit and just be. You wanted him to say it.

Rafe dodged your questions with a response of his own, holding eye contact with you. “You aren’t a hookup, Y/N. Okay? Does that answer your question?”

For a split second you had to process. As if this was information you hadn’t quite gotten a hold of just yet. But there it was. Rafe Cameron actually liked you. He was closed off, sure, but this was his way of saying it. Of saying he would’ve tried harder. How many times had you seen him pick up food at The Wreck when you were there? Especially when you know he knows that it’s part pogue institution. Or out of the corner of your eye when you visited JJ at the Island Club? Or trying to talk to you at last year’s Midsummer's but Kiara kept butting in and pulling you away?

“Yes,” You said, moving a little closer to the boy. “It does.” Your heart was pounding. You did want to have sex with Rafe. Maybe not now. Maybe not even on your third date. But you wanted to. You wanted there to be a third date. You wanted to like him.

You touched his face and moved on top of his lap, “Kiss me again.” You whispered close enough so only he could hear.

And he did.

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A JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader Series

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ JJ and Y/N have always had a relationship that runs a bit deeper than that of a friendship. When boundaries have already been pushed but neither party is willing to face the consequences, it's only a matter of time before one end of the rope snaps and what's supposed to be a fun vacation with friends turns into an emotional rollercoaster and grounds for confessions.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ use of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sex, touching, swearing, unestablished relationship, angst,

!! A/N‧₊˚ This is a AU; no gold, no royal merchant, etc. Just a couple of freshly graduated young adults.

...CHAPTERS

"FRIENDS"

WONDER DUMMIED

HIM & I

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Paradise on Earth (14)

Chapter: 14. Homecoming

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, Violence, Guns, Police brutality

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

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

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

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

"You must be Pope."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That would be a negative," JJ said.

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

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

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

"Where did they go?" You questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are we going?" You ask.

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

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

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

"Shit, get down!" JJ says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kie shrugs, "Maybe."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Literally one job, JJ," Sarah comments.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

"Your chicken?" JJ responded.

"I heard a car door."

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

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

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

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

"Great observation boy scout."

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

"I-I know it sounds crazy-"

"Yeah, it does!" Kie proclaims.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After a couple more punches John B was down.

~~~

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Idk if you’d be comfortable writing this (if you are not, no worries) but i was just wondering if you would write a poguesxf!reader where the reader comes off as a really happy and genuine person but is secretly struggling with self harm and is cutting herself and the pogues find out or see blood or something and she tries to play it off as nothing but they figure it out and convince her that she’s not a burden and then they all help her get help/get better in their own ways? Again if you’re not comfortable that’s totally fine, I know it’s heavy stuff.

FOREVER WINTER - Pogues x F!Reader

OBX MASTERLIST | PROMPTS | Requests are open!

Shipping: Pogues x F!Reader (platonic) Summary: Above in the request! Word counts: 3.880 words Warnings: explicit content and mentions of self harm, depression, suicidal Thoughts, self-hatred, swear words, mentions of drinking

A/N: Please do not read it if you struggle with something of the above, if you do read it, please keep in mind that you are loved and wanted! YOU ARE ENOUGH! I have put some Numbers under the Imagine if you want/need them. if you know someone who struggles with this or any other mental health issue, please be there for them, they need them and check on your loved ones you never know what there going through right at given moment. And as always, feel open to correct when/if you see writing/grammar mistakes! (Not part of the Eras festival!)

„That’s definitely not true.“, you Heard the voice of Pope going through the whole chateau. „Of course it is. I read it on Wikipedia.“, JJ threw back at Pope, like it was obviously the best and most reliable source of the Internet. The rest of it was blended out because of the Major Headache you got, maybe you shouldn‘t have drank so much last night at the bonfire party.

You let out an unidentified sound and tried to hide from the sun who shines into the window of yours and JJs room you sometimes shared at John B's place. You put a pillow on your face trying to make it darker, but that doesn‘t help to blend out the laughter coming from the living room. You were still wearing your sweater from last night, better to say you still wore your whole outfit from last night, but the sweater was the important part of it, it was your try to hide the wounds that came to your arm two nights prior. You‘ve been struggling with your mental health for quite a while actually, but your friends didn‘t need to know that. They didn‘t need to know, that your parents, who just were freshly separated, gave you a shit ton of stress because of your friends who weren‘t Kooks or that your grades started to go down or people like Rafe Cameron and his friends who loves to give a lot of shitty remarks on the way you dress or look because you were hanging with the Pogues. No, they didn‘t need to know that and to be fair as much as you tried to talk you into the mindset that it was just a phase of feeling shitty, the wanting of actually ending everything came way more often from day to day. Way more often than you wanted to admit Because you just felt like a burden to everyone and everything.

You had no Idea how long you laid in bed after you woke up, but once you heard the door open you turned to it and saw JJ coming in. „Hey there sleeping beauty, finally awake?“, he asked, walking to the dresser. „I‘ve been for a while.“, you said, forcing a smile and furrowing your brows together because of the headache. „What got a headache?“, he asked seeing your forced smile and the together furrowed brows You just nodded, laying your head against the Pillows. „Well, I don‘t like saying it but, I told you not to drink so much, so.. I told you so.“. He said, smirking. „Just shut up, you‘re the reason I‘m even awake.“, you said laughing slightly. „You didn‘t just say that.“ he gasped, putting a hand on his chest. „Yes I did, what do you wanna do about it?“, you asked, grinning slyly at him. What you didn‘t expect was him taking your pillow and throwing it in your face. „Are you serious?“, you grumbled under the pillow. „Yes.“, he said and you didn‘t even need to look to know he has his shit eating grin on looking at you. You took your pillow, throwing it back in his face, before sitting up hearing your stomach grumble. „I‘m gonna grab something to eat, do whatever you wanted to do when you came in.“, you said, getting up from the bed and going out.

When you came Into the living room you saw John B, Kie and Pope together on the couch talking. John B waa the first to notice you. „Hey, she is awake!“, raising his Coca Cola Can in the air. „Ayyy.“, Pope and Kie said, raising theirs.

You wanted to say something but your stomach came first and grumbled loudly which made everyone laugh.

„I‘m gonna grab something to eat, and then I‘m right back.“, you said smiling, before going to the kitchen. You made yourself some toast with whatever was left over and grabbed yourself a Can of Coca Cola. „So what were you guys talking about earlier?“, you asked, throwing yourself next to Kie. „Oh, JJ just told us a stupid fact about Phineas and Ferb which wasn‘t true.“, Pope said. You just nodded while taking a bite from your toast. „Why are you still wearing the stuff from last night?“, Kie changed the subject. „Oh.. I just forgot to bring clothes to change into, I‘m just gonna drive home later to change and shower before coming back.“, you said, hoping they would believe you. You knew you could always borrow something from John B since he lives here and even from JJ because half of his clothes are here. „Why didn‘t you ask? I could‘ve given you some spare clothes for the night.“, John B stated something you already knew. „I know I just was probably too drunk to think about that.“, you said, giving John B your best smile you could spare right now.

He let it be because pope stated that you were actually really drunk last night, more than usual.

–

A few hours later you came home, hoping that your mother wasn‘t home right now, but to your luck she was.

„Where were you last night, I told you to come straight home after the Bonfire.“, she said, trying to keep calm but slightly failing at it. You knew when your mom was angry, nostrils flared, eyes wide with anger and her cheeks had a slight tone of red which wasn‘t cursed because of her rouge she normally wore. „I slept over at some friends house, I was too drunk to drive and I forget to text you I‘m sorry.“, you knew you didn‘t need to say their names, she already knew where you were so no need to lying, at least that would take away some steam, telling the truth was better than lying to her in those kind of situations. „And were your so-called friends the reason you drank so much?“, she asked, putting quote marks to the “friends” parts. „No I wanted it myself, they tried to stop me even but I didn‘t let them.“, you knew whatever you say, she wouldn‘t believe you when it came to the Pogues,

But to your surprise she just nodded.

„You're grounded for the next two weeks, no Pogues, no drinking and no phone.“, she said, putting her hand out. You turned off your phone before giving it to her. „Now, up to your room, and take a shower you smell like a whole bar of old drunk man.“, she said, scrunching her nose in disgust. You nodded walking up the stairs to your room.

You took off all your clothes, throwing them in your laundry basket, before taking new stuff out and going into your bathroom. You turn the Water on steaming hot before going in and let the heat relax your muscles. You laid your head back letting the hot water hit your face trying to calm your haughty who are spiraling right now. When you looked down you saw your cuts which are starting to heal, the crust on them in a dark red–brownish color the feeling and wanting to cut again coming back up. You finish your shower quickly, before heading out and putting a white towel around your body. Back in your room you sit on your bed, thinking but before you knew it you had a new blade in your hand while standing in your bathroom. The door behind you was closed and locked so your mom couldn‘t come in, you turned the shower on again so she wouldn’t hear you.

And there you were standing in front of your mirror just blankly staring at yourself in your towel with still damp hair, the short time outside nearly drying your hair since today was a really hot day in the outer banks. You knew your friends wanted to look for fish and go swimming out with the boat, but you couldn't resist the urge no matter how hard you tried.

(A/N: I give you the chance of skipping this part because is getting more explicit here with the self harm, so feel free to skip <3)

You just stared and the thoughts came rushing in your head. They don‘t want you. You are just a burden. You are a burden for your family, your friends and the people around you. You are just a piece of shit. You are worth nothing. You are not worthy of love. Do you really think your parents love you? You are.. You.. ..

You couldn‘t bear it anymore, you just grabbed the blade and set the first cut, then the second and the third. You just started going wild, and after you could see the one arm not anymore because of the blood, you started on the other arm, just going absolutely feral like a wild animal trying to kill its prey. You didn‘t even notice that you started crying while doing it, you stopped when your other arm was also full with your own blood.

(A/N: It’s over here, I didn‘t wanted it to Long )

You let the razor blade fall into the sink, breaking down crying not realizing that your blood is dripping in the sink, on the floor and on your towel which you have to throw away later. You just cried, cried because you felt unworthy of anything, friends, love, parents, anything that is normal in someone’s life. And it was triggered just by the little argument with your mom, what you couldn‘t even call that. You had no Idea how long you sat on the bathroom floor crying, but once you calmed down, you got up, you washed your arms free from the blood, the water slightly burning in your fresh wounds, but you tried to make no noise. Before you did anything else, you grabbed your first aid kit from your bathroom cabinet and put bandages around your arms, firmly enough to hopefully stop the bleeding. You changed in your room, you just throw on some shorts, a shirt and a new sweater, before putting on your shoes and throwing some spare clothes in a backpack and climbing out of your window, you had luck that under your window was the roof of the Garage and that your Mom hadn‘t took away your car keys.

Once you got into your car you turned the engines on and drove away. You saw your mom running out, yelling at you from the rearview mirror but you turned on your radio and drove to the Chateau. Was it stupid? Yes. Would you be in more trouble afterwards? Yes. Did you care right now? Absolutely fucking not.

–

The engine turned off once you turned the key, the radio dying instantly, you watched your friends getting the boat ready for a little trip like usual. You just sit there quietly, thinking if you really wanted to go with them, or if you would just be a burden for them? You took a deep breath before mumbling under your breath „fuck it.“, you took your backpack and got out of your car, walking towards them.

„Hey she is back!“ JJ yelled, with two fishing rods in his hands. „Yeah, and guess who is grounded for two weeks?“, you grinned at him. „And then you are here?“, Pope asked. „Well, I don‘t really care. I mean she can‘t contact me, while she is the one who has my phone.“, you laughed. „That’s my girl.“, JJ grinned, giving Pope the Rods before putting an arm around your shoulders. „Well, looks like I have another guest for those two weeks.“, John B said, putting the buckets down. „I‘m just bringing my Backpack in and then I‘m right back outside.“, you said, wending out of JJs arm, going Inside, throwing your backpack on the bed.

–

Like 15 minutes later you guys were on the way to a place where the water would be deep enough to swim and to fish, once you guys found the place, you stopped the boat and let the anchor down.

After a while you had now Idea how much time is passing by, you just realized the sun is slowly starting to settle down, while laughing absolutely hard at one or JJs stupid Jokes, you had funny and actually forget what Made broke down earlier, actually you had pushed those memories and feelings so far back in your brain, that you forgot that you had bandages around both of your underarms when you rolled up your sleeves. You were at first confused as to why everyone quieted down, but when you looked at your arms, you remembered what you did early and faster put them down again looking at every single one of your friends who just stared at you.

„Y/N..“, Pope started. „Yeah?“, you asked like nothing happened. „Why Did you have bandages around your arms?“, kie asked straightly. „What?“, you tried to act innocent, not to let anything shine through. „You know what we mean.“ John B said. „Nope.“, you said while sipping your drink.

And that started an argument about why you have bandages around your underarms.

„Y/N, come on, you can tell us when something is going on.“, JJ said. „Nothing is going on, I had an accident.. that’s all.“, you said, shrugging with your shoulders. „An accident on both of your arms?“, Pope asked, not believing a single word you just said. „Yep.“, you nodded, trying to not let your eyes get watery.

They stared at you again for some time, just in pure disbelief you would lie them blankly in the face.

„I‘m okay guys, it‘s nothing.“. You tried laughing it off. „Stop telling us that you‘re okay, when you‘re clearly not.“, Throwed JJ in getting mad at the fact that you kept your problems away from them.

You just kept quiet looking away, trying to hold in your tears that started brimming in your eyes.

„You know what, you don‘t need to tell us anything..yet. We can just sit here, it's okay.“, Kie said, putting a hand on your shoulder. „But we can‘t help you, if you don‘t let us.“, Pope said, coming to your other side putting a hand on your other shoulder. „I know.. I just don‘t want to cry.. I feel.. Fuck, I feel so stupid for crying.“, you said looking up in the sky, still tryongnto hold those tears in. „Hey.. It‘s Okay to cry.“, John B said, squatting down in front of you, turning and holding your face in his hands so you look at him. „It‘s okay.“, he said, looking you in the eyes. „They‘re right Y/N, all of them.“, JJ said, squatting down next to John B.

You nodded, finally letting your tears break out. The four of them started hugging you in a big hug, all of them embracing you in a hug full of love, a hug that feels like comfort and Home. Once you let go of them, and they let go of you, you told them everything, what’s been going on, the remarks of rafe that were worsened when your friends weren‘t with you, the divorce of your parents plus them hating on your friends and very little else.

„Why didn‘t you tell us that earlier?“, Kie asked. „I didn‘t wanted to be a burden, which I probably am right now, I didn‘t wanted you to put all that on you, especially at the start of the divorce of my parents, I just fell into that habit of hurting myself, when I came home it just was the worst I have ever been with this feeling, I didn‘t even realized, that I was doing it so much and so fast, I just wanted to quiet down my thoughts. I wanted to drain them out and not feel anything..“, you explain to them. „You aren‘t a burden, who told you that.“, John B stated. „Well, I actually heard my Mom say it on the phone while the divorce was still going on. She was discussing it with my father who would keep me. They talked about me like I was an object and not a person.“, you said, staring at your hands.

You didn‘t have to look to know that everyone was looking at you with pitying faces.

„You aren‘t a burden, your mom is fucking stupid to say stuff like this, she doesn‘t deserve you.“, JJ said standing up. You looked at him while everyone said his name in shock. „No he is right..“, you started. „But I don‘t really want to talk about it anymore.. can we switch the theme?“, you asked, drying your eyes with the arms of your sweater.

–

When you were back at the Chateau, you felt someone putting their arm around your shoulders.

„Don‘t worry, we‘re getting you away from that, and out of that dark hole.“, Kie said, going next to you. „Yeah definitely, we‘re gonna kick their asses.“, JJ said, coming next to you with a bucket full of fish. „Thank you guys, you really make me feel safe.“, you said with a light smile. „Yep, and we aren‘t going anywhere anytime soon.“, Pope said, while JJ put his arm around your waist. „Right, and you‘re gonna stay here as long as you need to. See the chateau as your clinic now, and we are doctors and nurses to help you.“, John B said, walking in front of you guys with the other bucket in hand. „I don‘t know if I want JJ as my Doctor or my nurse.“, you said jokingly. „Hey, what does that mean?“he asked, offended. „I think I would be a great nurse or a doctor.“, he started trying to walk past you, Kie and pope, tripping and nearly falling on his face in the process. „Try to learn to walk straight first.“, you said a grin slipping its way on your Lips.

–

„Hey what’s wrong, pretty face?“, JJ asked, sitting down next to you. „I don‘t know if I‘m doing the right thing, whilst staying away from my mom and stuff you know..“, you said.

The two weeks where you normally would’ve been grounded, past way two fast, it’s the beginning of week three, and you actually didn‘t harm yourself in those three weeks. Well, nearly, you tried it a few times secretly, but you were always stopped luckily.

„You‘re doing the right thing.“, JJ said, putting an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. „Then why does it feel so wrong to me.?“, you asked, leaning against him and putting your head on his shoulder. „Well, you Mom expected you to live after her and do everything to make her happy and be at her standards, but right now you‘re focusing on you and not her, that’s probably why.“, he said, drawing little things on your shoulder while leaning his head against yours. „Can we like, I don‘t know cuddle for a bit? I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?“, you asked JJ, looking up at him. „Yeah totally.“, he said.

You both lie down on the bed you're sitting on to cuddle, which actually helped with the way you were feeling.

–

Today was a bad day, a very bad day. You were out with the Pogues like you were for the last few weeks, the last Month you and the Pogues went out nearly every single day and today was not different. You either went to the Wreck, to the beach to surf, out on the boat, or just drove around in the Twinkie even in the middle of the night.

All those things actually helped get you away from your thoughts, well it went well until today. You didn‘t know what was wrong, but today just fell off even though you were excited, because today was a Little movie show near the beach, and you guys decided to go there and watch the movie, that was until Rafe Cameron needed to make a remark. You tried to ignore it, but when he and his friends started laughing, you couldn't bear it and just ran away. You didn‘t make it war away, just war enough to hide between the cars at the Twinkie.

You started crying once you were alone, that just sat you off and ruined it.

„Hey.. Hey..“, you Heard John B coming towards you, before sitting next to you on the floor and pulling you against his chest. „It‘s okay, you‘re okay.“, he said, straddling your head. „I‘m sorry, I didn‘t want to ruin it. I tried to be strong, but I just couldn‘t once they laughed. I‘m so so sorry that I‘m so fucking weak and need to cry..“, you croaked against his chest. „Hey don‘t say that.. This? These tears are not a weakness. This right now is not a weakness.. This all shows how strong you are and how strong you‘ve been. And when you‘re done, look back and know that you were strong enough to overcome what you once thought to be impossible, alright?a, he asked, holding your face in his hands.

You just nodded sniffling. He gave you a kiss on your forehead before pulling you again against his chest.

„Did you really need to punch him in the face JJ?“, Popes' voice was heard. „Yes.“, the speaker answered. „Well, This whole thing sucked, so let’s just go home and watch a movie there.“, Kie said looking at you and John B, who now were sitting in the open twinkie. „Yeah let’s do that.“, you said, giving them a little smile.

Back at the chateau, you guys watched some old movie that John B had there. You were sitting next to JJ, when you looked at him shortly, before putting your head on his shoulder.

„Thank you for Punching Rafe.“, you whispered. „No need to thank me.“, he whispered back. You just smile softly for yourself.

–

A few months later, you started to stay just for a few days at your mothers since her house doesn‘t really feel like a home anymore. To your surprise she couldn‘t care less, a few months ago you would‘ve cried about that fact, but since you way over that because of your friends that are your family now, you also couldn‘t care less. Today you were back at the chateau, drinking and having fun with your friends, when something came to your mind.

„I never said, 'Thank you‘, did I?“, you said out of nowhere. „For what?“, John B asked, with everybody agreeing. „For.. Well.. Everything you did for me the past few months.“, you said smiling looking at every single one of them. „You don‘t need to thank us for that.“, Kie said. „Yeah, that‘s what friends are there for.“, Pope said. „No.“, JJ said, getting everyone off guard. „What?“, everyone said in sync. „We are not friends, we are a family. That‘s what a family is there for.“, he said standing up looking in your eyes.

Smiling, you stand up with JJ raising your Can Beer in the air.

„On us and all the years in the future we hopefully stay like this. Cheers!“, you said looking at your family. „On Us!“, everyone cheers with you taking a sip from their drinks.

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railingsofsorrow · 1 year

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A/N: just a little blurb of the pogues curing a sad night because i finished obx s3 and i felt like it. w.c: 656 pairing: the pogues x gn!reader (platonic)

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“why don't you let me wallow in peace?”

you mumble after taking a sip of your beer. you felt when a group of warm bodies approached your personal space. the pogues never knew the meaning of leaving you alone.

“because we don't wallow alone. if we're gonna suffer, we'll suffer together.” kiara chimes in from your side. when jj nudged your thigh with his feet you finally drifted your attention from the night sky to look at them.

pope offered you a plastic cup. you stared at it suspiciously.

“for the hangover tomorrow,”

you lifted an eyebrow, a lazy smirk growing in your mouth. “what hangover? I've barely had three of these, pope,”

“add another three beside that one and it's about the right amount.”

“shut up, jj.”

“he's right,” you looked up with a glare, finding john b pulling his hat off to lay it over your head. he sat down on the grass, in front of all of you. “stop drinking over your sorrows. it's not healthy.”

“yeah, okay, dad.” you spurt out, annoyed. you had the cup pope outstretched to you between your fingers anyway. “like you don't do the same.”

“i'm a changed, man,” john b gave you a sly grin.

you rolled your eyes.

at some point, a conversation about which is the bigger fish started and you got lost when jj begin to list every rich boat model — he knew a lot of those. when did the subject even reach that?

“i miss her,”

it was more of a whisper in your head. an ongoing lyric that never ended and you couldn't tune it out because it had a strong grip in your brain.

break-ups happened all the time. you know it. you've been through it before. but now it felt like... like the pain would never go away. it would never leave you. you gave your heart, again, and someone sticked glass into it, again.

why did you even try?

“i know,”

you heard kiara say and that's when you finally realize everybody had gotten quiet, exchanging looks. oh, so you had spoke out loud.

great, you didn't even have control over your tongue anymore.

“but it gets better,” she leaned her head on your shoulder, moving her hand to intertwine with yours quietly. “i promise.”

“it doesn't feel like it,”

“but it will,” it was pope who spoke, “nothing that is able to get worse isn't able to get better.”

you stood quiet at that, absorbing the saying. your eyes glazed over the water again and you lift it to your lips, gulping it down with a grimace. you didn't think you had had any water in the whole day.

jj let out a snicker from your lap, he had laid down on it at some point. “where did you take that out from, pope? fashion magazine?”

“he'll be a great philosopher some day,” john b raised his beer and kiara clincked it with her ring. “... quoted in all textbooks at universities like harvard and shit.”

“ah, screw you, I'm just trying to make them feel alright, okay?” he protested pushing them off as they laughed.

cracking out a smile, you touched his shoulder softly, mouthing a thank you. he nodded and smiled.

“you have us, you know?” you glanced down at the blond. “no matter what happens, no matter what goes down, you'll always have us.”

“preach, maybank,” kiara said, flicking his exposed forehead. he groaned, flipping her off as he settled more comfortably in your thighs.

your chest then bubbled with a warm sensation, something that resembled safety. no. it was definitely, safety. your friends were you safe haven in the middle of the chaos. there was no way you were able to be sad with any of the pogues around, they made sure a smile always danced in your lips. and you were grateful. because lovers come and go, but your friends? that was forever.

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obxsummer · 1 year

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Lifetime Without You // JJ Maybank

pairing: platonic!pogues x maybank!reader

summary: it's been nine years since you've set foot on the beaches of the obx. you're excited for this new chapter, but first, you have to tell your brother jj that you're back. needless to say, he's not happy.

request: Separated forcefully or for reasons you can't control, run into each other again years later on accident. With jjs sister? Maybe their mom took her when she left and they meet again?

warnings: angst, violence, mentions of abuse, death/cancer

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The warm sun on your skin did more to calm your nerves than you expected. For the first time in nine years, you were back in the place you called home. OBX looked the same for the most part -- only a few differences and missing stores you could tell from the first glance. Figure Eight had definitely expanded and that you weren’t surprised about in the slightest.

It was bittersweet to be back here. The change had been rough and you never thought you’d step foot back here this fast, but life did throw you a curveball every now and then. Part of you didn’t expect to even see JJ here, having no idea if he even still would be here. You just knew you couldn’t stay in California any longer.

Nine years ago, when your mom finally reached her breaking point with your dad, she didn’t hesitate to grab you and leave behind the life you were living. You just remembered being nine years old, watching your brother get left behind in a way that hurt your heart so bad you cried for a week straight every day. Your mom tried to convince you that he would be fine, that the house would get better without the two of you there but you couldn’t fully believe her.

Years went past, you grew up and went to high school out in a small town in California. Your life in Outer Banks almost didn’t exist. You’d pushed away so much of the bad, that it was weird to think about what you had here. That is until your mom had been diagnosed with cancer when you turned fourteen. You had just hit the point of being able to reach out to JJ yourself, holding on to the bit of hope that maybe you could get him out of there. Your mom needed you though, and you couldn’t bail on her. So you stayed through it all and held her hand goodbye when it came to it. Grieving was hard, and you still didn’t think you’d seen the end of it in the past six months since her passing.

Your mom did everything she could to support you, collecting up a good amount of savings in the hopes you would go to college. You had work of your own, doing enough to help where you could. She had lucked out on a wealthy boyfriend-turned-fiancé leaving behind his earnings to her. Like you said before, curveballs.

You had a good foundation beneath you, but you couldn’t stay here with the memories she had left. Packing and choosing a condo in Outer Banks probably wasn’t on the list of wishes she had for you, but you had to go home. You had to see what you left behind before moving on.

Unpacking took a little motivation but you had most items shipped to avoid dealing with renting a moving truck. It would take a while to get everything exactly how you liked it but you just really wanted to get as settled in as possible so you could cruise the island for a bit. It felt weird to be back here, especially when all you could think about is how everything was when you left so many years ago.

The drive to the grocery store felt weird, especially when you realized you’d never driven these roads by yourself. You’d always had your mom in the car when you were younger, rarely ever your dad but still. Hopes were high that you could get in and out of the grocery without seeing anyone who would possibly recognize you.

Your wish was almost granted as you piled food into your cart with no end goal in mind on what to really get. The cashier greeted you kindly and made your checkout process smooth and before you knew it, you were loading everything into the trunk of your car.

“Y/N? Y/N Maybank, is that you?” You bit your lip at the voice and turned around to meet the gaze of none other than Rafe Cameron staring you down. Growing up, Rafe had been a pain in your ass but your dad always reassured you that guys were mean when they liked a girl. You, however, refused to put up with that outdated bullshit and gave the Cameron boy a piece of your mind before you left.

“Rafe, hi.” You offered him a tightknit smile as you shoved your last bag into the car. Out of everyone you could’ve run into, he wasn’t the worst one. You just hoped he didn’t make a scene out of it.

The blond boy had definitely grown up and was surrounded by two other people. You recognized one as Topper and the other you were unfamiliar with. Rafe blinked at the sight of you. “Wow, um. How-How are you? I haven’t seen you in-”

“Nine years?” You answered for him with a small laugh. “Yeah. It’s been a while but evidently, I can’t get away from here for too long.”

Rafe nodded. “Damn. Well, we’re having a party tonight at my place if you want to come. Catch up with everyone. It’s probably nothing like those West Coast parties you’re used to but hey, nothing beats an OBX showdown.”

You considered it for a moment, not sure if that was truly how you wanted to spend one of your first nights back but offered him a shrug. “Sure, I’ll think about it. Nice to see you guys!”

After putting your cart away, you climbed behind the wheel of the new Jeep that had once belonged to your mom. Letting out a deep sigh, your forehead pressed against the palms of your hands.

You really hoped Rafe didn’t see JJ before you did.

Unpacking the groceries was easy and soon enough, you had a semi-stable home surrounding you for the time being. There were still a few knickknack things that needed organized but those could wait until a different day.

If you were being honest, you were nervous about this so-called ‘party’ you’d been invited to. On the bright side, it gave you a chance to unwind and act your age for once. Taking care of your mom had been hard and you’d been forced to grow up a lot sooner than you would’ve liked. On the other hand, you could risk fucking up whatever relationship was left with JJ if he didn’t want to see you.

Deciding just to go for it, you forced yourself to get ready. You debated for a while before settling that a pair of jeans and a tank top would be suitable enough. You quickly fixed your hair and makeup before starting the small walk to where you knew the Cameron house was.

The music was already cranking when you arrived at the end of the driveway. Taking a deep breath, you walked the remaining distance to the backyard where it seemed all the people were crowding. Your eyes landed on the various coolers lining the side of the house. You grabbed a drink for yourself before wandering into the mass of people. Rafe was right, parties in Cali were usually a lot bigger, but for the most part, this was normal to you.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” Rafe’s voice was suddenly behind you, breaking your train of thought. “Listen, your Pogue brother’s over there somewhere but-”

“JJ’s here?” You cut him off with wide eyes. Suddenly, you were too sober to see your brother for the first time in almost a decade.

Rafe laughed at the concern on your face, “Yeah, yeah. But hey, listen, I got some friends I want you to meet first, okay?”

You nodded, letting him pull you along throughout the party. You’d reconnected with Topper and met their friend Kelce who you had seen in the parking lot earlier. Rafe swore the OBX had only gotten better since you’d left, but looking at the white powdery substance on the table in front of you and the glazed look in his eyes, you were starting to doubt him.

Excusing yourself to find another drink, you shuffled your way through the crowd that had definitely grown since you first arrived. You reached in to grab another drink when someone bumped into you.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t even-”

Your head snapped up at the familiar voice. “John B?”

The boy in front of you was definitely not a kid anymore. You gaped at his newfound height as he towered you by a good few inches. The bandana around his neck was new, same with his fluffy, curly hair that used to be short. He’d definitely filled out his form as he grew, making you wonder what your brother looked like.

“Holy shit. Y/N?” John B’s face was the definition of surprise as he stared back at you. As you all had grown up, you’d found each other on social media but nothing looked the same as standing in front of each other years later.

“Hi!” Your smile was infectious as you wrapped him in a tight hug. You were thankful to see a familiar face amongst the strangers you’d been surrounded by.

John B pulled back a moment later. “Does JJ know you’re here?”

You didn’t have a chance to answer before yelling interrupted from across the yard. You shared a glance with John B before the two of you took off running. You never forgot the trouble your brother would get himself into as a kid. Part of you hoped he would grow out of it as he got older, but you also had no idea what he dealt with after you left.

Following John B around everyone, your eyes caught sight of a group arguing. Rafe was somehow at the forefront and shoved someone’s chest before punches started getting thrown. John B must’ve seen something you didn’t and rushed towards the altercation without a second thought.

Hovering on the outside of the crowd, you watched as John B managed to grab someone from the fight and practically push them out of the way before Rafe let out a loud laugh. To your shock, he turned to find you in the crowd and pointed your way. “See Y/N! This is all you have to look forward to with your brother! Starting fights he can’t finish and always running his damn mouth.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you moved forward when Rafe took a jump again at the person in front of him. Pushing people aside, you managed to get in between the two before they started fighting. You shoved Rafe’s chest aggressively to get him out of the way so you could actually figure out what the hell was going on. Turning around, your gaze landed on the specific person you’d been looking for, yet the same person you’d been trying to avoid the whole night.

JJ stared back at you, his lip cut and face swelling by the second, but it was still him. It was still the boy you left all those years ago with tears in your eyes as your mom dragged you out to the car. You couldn’t gauge his reaction very well, couldn’t tell if he was pissed you were in front of him or if he was glad to see you.

You tuned out Rafe’s taunting behind you, suddenly well aware of how many people were watching your small family reunion. You snapped out of it when JJ took off out of the mini-circle that had formed.

“JJ!” You followed quickly behind him but he didn’t slow his pace and continued to run away from whatever had just happened. You stopped short, knowing damn well you couldn’t keep up with him and clearly, he didn’t want to see you.

John B was close behind you. “Y/N, hey.” You turned around to see the group that had followed him. Pope and Kie had grown so much, the sight of them almost overwhelming as you took in the people who you’d once been so close to.

“Oh, my God!” Kie practically burst into excitement and lunged forward to hug you tightly. You let out a relieved sigh, glad that someone was happy to see you.

Pope hugged you next, height towering over you the same way John B’s did. You didn’t even know where to start with them, let alone what you were going to say to JJ when you had a chance to talk to him.

“When did you get back?” Pope asked when he stepped back. The four of you moved further away from the party, all fun moods killed by JJ storming off.

“Yesterday,” You said as you followed them along the path to the beach. “I didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t know if it was a good idea. And now, I’m realizing it wasn’t.”

“JJ will get over it. He probably just needs some space.” Kiara gave a dismissive wave before turning to you with expecting eyes. “I, however, need to know where you’re staying.”

You shrugged. “We can go there if you want. It’s just up here.” The three of them followed along and made mindless conversation, asking you about your drive and your time in California. You managed to dodge all conversation relating to your mom, promising you’d explain everything after you talked to JJ. He deserved to hear it first, especially after you bombarded him at the party.

Walking into your new place, you watched the trio explore with wide eyes. Kie clearly had her share of this life, John B and Pope not so much. You were more than grateful for what you had at your hands, but you’d been through hell to get here.

You spent the remainder of the night catching up with the three Pogues who reassured you that JJ wanted space. You definitely hadn’t expected the pain they had been through; Kie’s Kook year, Big John going missing, the constant harassment from Rafe and other Kooks.

Once the early hours of the morning hit, you offered for them to stay but they agreed on heading back to the Chateau in hopes that JJ would be there and they could try to talk to him some. After giving each of them a hug, you locked your door and made your way to your bed in hopes that you could get some sleep and hopefully, get everything back on track with JJ in the morning.

Part of you wished you would’ve just chased JJ down last night so you didn’t have to deal with the situation in front of you. You weren’t 100% sure why you’d bother to come here, but after not seeing JJ this morning and Kiara saying he left them sometime early, you weren’t sure where else to look. The deck wood creaked under your feet before you pulled the screen door open and emersed yourself in the life your father and brother had been living since you left.

Your dad’s beaten truck was in the driveway alongside a dirt bike that you figured was JJ’s. The mess of discarded alcohol, leftover drugs on the table, and various old prescription bottles lingered on the once spotless outdoor patio set that your mom had bought. Your heart hurt as you realized how worn your childhood home was.

You crouched down to grab one of the orange containers to read the label. The medicine wasn’t familiar to you, but the lack of your dad’s name on it told you everything you needed to know. This is exactly what you wished never happened when your mom said she was leaving. You loved her dearly, but leaving JJ here was something you’d never forgive her for.

Suddenly, the front door slammed open as someone made their way out on the porch. You jerked up in surprise only to come face to face with the man that you called a father. He looked horrible, much worse than when you packed up and left. You could only guess his life went downhill from there and he never bothered to try and be anything better.

“Can I help you with something since you already invited yourself in?”

You had to admit, you weren’t surprised that he didn’t recognize you, but part of you had hoped he would. You liked to think you looked like your mom in some ways - ways that he would happily remember. “Hi, Dad.”

The name seemed to freeze him in his spot as he stared at you. You didn’t know what to expect. He could easily kick you off his property without a second thought. After a moment of processing, he broke into a laugh. “Well, I’ll be damned. Come give your old man a hug, Y/N.”

You stood there semi-awkwardly as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You could practically smell the alcohol dripping off him and his ratty t-shirt.

“I never thought your mom would let you back here,” Luke laughed and stepped back to make himself comfortable on the couch, popping a beer in the process. “How is she by the way?”

“Is JJ here?” You ignored his question and tried to get to the whole point of why you came here.

The scoff that came out of his mouth had you glaring without a second thought. “He’s in his room, pouting like a bitch!” He made sure to annunciate the last word loud enough that JJ could definitely hear him walls away. “Feel free.”

Accepting his dismissive wave as enough of an invitation, you pulled open the door and made your way into the disaster of a house. Shattered picture frames lined the floor, misplaced clothes strewn next to them. You didn’t dare look at the kitchen for fear of what might be growing in it from the lack of upkeep you’d seen so far.

Your feet guided you toward the door that had always led to your brother’s room. You convinced yourself that talking everything out would help, but now that you were standing here, it all seemed much harder.

“What?” JJ’s voice was full of pure annoyance once you knocked. You waited a moment before opening it to reveal his room just as you had remembered it. Granted, the posters had changed over the years, but it was still the same to you.

“Hi,” Was all you could muster up to say once you made eye contact with him.

He moved quickly to yank you into his room and shut the door behind you. “Are you crazy? Why the hell would you come here?”

You shrugged in defense. “I-I didn’t know where else to find you. Kiara said you weren’t with them and-”

“Kie?” He repeated the girl’s name as he glared at you. “You saw my friends?”

“Yes, JJ! When you stormed off last night and left-”

“Why the hell are you here?!”

The question was asked with such veracity you were stunned into silence. You gaped at him, shocked that he was being so hostile to you after all these years. It wasn’t like you had a choice in leaving with your mom.

“JJ, I just want to talk.” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you let out a breath. “I have so much to tell you, a-and I haven’t seen you in so long. I know things are different but…”

JJ was silent for a moment as he stared at you. There were so many emotions in his mind, so many things he wanted to say to you, but he couldn’t help the feeling of agony that was deep in his chest. For so long, he’d envied you. He was full of rage, pain, and anger that you got to leave the Outer Banks for life with your mom. It hurt more than he ever let on, more than he ever told the Pogues.

“Please get out.”

The request made your heart sink as you looked back at him, tears on your cheeks now. “JJ, please.” You refused to believe after everything, the one person you were holding out for wanted nothing to do with you.

He shook his head. “Not here, not now. Not with him listening.” His voice quieted as he nudged his hand toward the general direction of where your father was sitting. “I’ll find you later and we can talk, okay?”

You brushed the tears from your cheeks and nodded. It wasn’t worth arguing over why he didn’t just come with you at that moment. Turning on your heel, you walked from his room before stopping short to face him again.

“JJ.” He looked up at you in confusion. “For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry.”

You didn’t hear anything for hours, opting to finish unpacking the rest of your belongings in hopes that it would take your mind off everything. Your dad had characteristically passed out by the time you’d left the house earlier that day. You had no interest in patching a relationship with him, especially based on what you’d seen.

You had just finished ordering some pizza for dinner, too exhausted to try and attempt to cook something, when the doorbell rang. You knew damn well your food wasn’t here that quickly.

JJ stood on the other side of it, looking positively exhausted. You stepped aside wordlessly to let him in, figuring he got your address from one of his friends on his way since you didn’t tell him. He was quiet as he observed the main floor of your new home, taking in the cleanliness and organization.

“I have pizza coming… do you-do you want some water or something to drink?”

His expression didn’t shift as he nodded to your question. You wondered if this was the new JJ - the quiet, reserved individual in your living room right now. You were inclined to doubt it, especially with the way Kiara, John B, and Pope had been talking last night.

“Is Mom dead?"

The question sucked all the air from your lungs, your new glassware threatening to slip from your fingers as it filled with water. You hesitated for a moment before turning to face him.

JJ was already looking at you, your reaction telling him everything as he nodded slightly. “I knew you wouldn’t come back here by yourself if she was still in California.”

“I came back because I wanted to start a new chapter here, hopefully with you,” You admitted as you handed the glass of water to him. “We owe ourselves that much, JJ. To start fresh without the pain of our parents and childhood lingering on us.”

Your brother was quiet as he swirled the water around, his mind still on the question he had asked. “Were you with her when it happened?”

“For every second,” You whispered as tears burned your eyes as you recounted the endless nights and painful days. “I wanted to tell you but she said it wasn’t right to drop it on you.”

JJ nodded solemnly, for once not fighting on a decision that was made on his behalf. It didn’t hurt any less, though; grieving the loss of someone you loved deeply yet barely knew. The two of you had grown up so different in the recent half of your lives.

“Does Dad still…” You didn’t have the guts to finish the question, hoping your question would be declined.

Your heart shattered when JJ nodded. “Got worse once you guys left, the drinking and… everything else.” He took a deep breath. “I usually stay at John B’s. Rarely go back unless I absolutely have to.”

“You can stay here. With me.” You weren’t really asking, but rather speaking it into existence. You refused to let your brother wonder where he belonged in the OBX any longer. Even if he hated you, having him in a safe environment would make you feel endlessly better.

The doorbell ringing interrupted whatever JJ was going to say if he was going to say anything. You moved to the front door to pay the delivery person and collect your food, thanking them graciously before placing it on the granite countertops. You grabbed two freshly cleaned plates, handing one to JJ before selecting your choice of pizza and appetizer. JJ grabbed his own before following you to the couch to sit.

“She was diagnosed with leukemia six years ago. Her fiancé, Michael had passed away two years prior. Richest man I’ve ever met, the best man I have ever met,” You let out a small laugh at the memory. “He was great. You would’ve loved him. They loved each other. Anyway, treatment was going well and suddenly it stopped working. Everything got worse, really fast. I was balancing school, a job, and being there for her, until one day… it all just stopped and she was gone. I graduated by myself, packed everything up, sold her house, and moved here.

“She loved you, more than you probably know. We talked about you all the time. I tried so hard to convince her to come back, to send you a plane ticket to get you out to Cali with us. I think she was scared of facing a situation she partially created, you know? Begged her to at least let me fly out. That was instantly shot down. But, the world works in weird ways and here we are.”

JJ watched you carefully, munching on his pizza as he did. He never noticed how exhausted you looked - like the weight of the world had been on your shoulders for years. It probably had been, he said to himself.

“I know me coming back is probably a storm in your usual forecast,” You continued, “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how. So I figured just randomly showing up would give me an idea. Guess not.” You finished up your slice of pizza and set the empty plate on the ottoman.

“I’m sorry for being so shitty,” JJ blurted. He wasn’t sure what else to say.

You shook your head at him. “It’s okay, promise. I don’t blame you. I was extremely overwhelming.”

The two of you sat in a comforting quiet for a few moments as JJ finished up his food. He couldn’t lie, this was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time. Sure, he loved the Pogues and they’d always be his number one, but to have you back was a game-changer. It shifted everything he’d known since you had been taken to California all those years ago.

“If the offer to stay here is still on the table, I’d really like to take it.”

Maybe things were looking up for both of you after all.

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