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only here for her - “can we try again?”

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summary: maisie becomes clingy and doesn’t want to go to rafe’s house, so he stays at yours instead.

maisie: 3 years old

writers notes: i miss my future daughter.

“come on mais, let’s get ready to go to dada’s house!” you call down the hall from her bedroom doorway. she runs down the hall giggling. then when she processes your words the stops in her tracks and her bottom lip quivers.

“what? what’s the matter, baby?” you chuckle softly and scoop her up, holding her on your hip. she whines and buries her face in your neck.

“dada’s house…” she mumbles and sniffles.

“yeah, you’re gonna go to dada’s house!” you smile and rub her back. she bursts out crying and her tiny fists grab your shirt, tears dampening it. “— oh… okay, we’re not happy about that, huh?” you try to look down but she won’t take her face out of your neck.

you sigh and walk into her room, you lay her on the floor and start changing her. she screams and kicks, her usually happy face now covered in tears.

“sweetheart… dada’s house is fun…” you poke her belly, trying to ignore the pang in your chest at her sobbing.

“no.” she pouts and crosses her arms.

“you’re silly, babe” you kiss her head and help her up, pulling her into your lap. you try not to make too much of a fuss over her, because if you do she just cries harder.

the doorbell rings and her grip gets impossibly tighter. you stand up, carrying her downstairs and opening the front door.

rafe’s smile immediately drops as he hears maisie’s crying. he looks between you two a frowns.

“what happened?” he asks worriedly.

“i don’t think she’s too keen on going to your house…” you try to tell him as nicely as possible, you don’t want it to be an insult.

“oh… uh- why?” he brings a finger to his mouth and bites his nail as he looks at maisie’s flushed face.

“i don’t think it’s anything personal, she’s just a little… clingy at the moment…” you tell him as you bounce maisie gently.

“oh…”

“you can come in, maybe she’ll calm down if she sits with you for a little while…?” you suggest, walking towards the living room.

rafe shuts the door behind him and follows you, he sees the toys all over the living room and smiles to himself. he’s always been jealous of how homey your house is compared to his.

you sit maisie down on the floor next to her dollhouse, she looks up at you with a small pout— her bottom lip still quivering.

“play with your dolls, sweetheart…” rafe says softly with a smile and maisie picks up a doll, mumbling to herself.

you sit down on the couch, bringing your legs to your chest, pulling a blanket over yourself. rafe settles next to you too and looks over to you.

“you’re an amazing mother, you know…” he smiles softly. you smile softly and shake your head. his eyebrows furrow slightly and he nods, leaning closer. “— yes you are.” he reaffirms, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“a good mom would be able to stop her daughter from crying because she doesn’t want to do something.” you mumble, avoiding eye contact. he grabs your chin, turning your head to look at him. he looks you in your eyes.

“so what if she doesn’t want to do something. she seeks comfort in you and that’s why she knows she can cling onto you and cry to you when she’s uncomfortable.” he tells you firmly, never breaking eye contact.

“i guess…” you respond, your smile getting wider and your cheeks flushing.

his eyes linger on your face for a second, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“you’re still as pretty as the day i met you…” he murmurs. your heart rate picks up as his fingers squeeze your cheeks slightly, he bites his lip and his eyes flicker down to your mouth.

“thanks…” you smile with a small chuckle.

“i know i messed up. i know i was toxic— and it was so stupid of me to fumble you…” he continues the eye contact, moving his hand to tuck some hair behind your ear. “— i miss you…”

your hands are clenched together, your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest.

“i miss you too…” you sigh, admitting that went against everything you said you weren’t going to do— but it’s the truth.

he smiles widely and opens his arms for you, you immediately wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck.

“i miss you so much my heart hurts when i see your face…” he kisses your cheek. “— i wish we never broke up…” tears brim your eyes as you nuzzle into his neck.

“can we try again?” you mumble and he pulls you into his lap, squeezing you tight.

“please…” he nods, a small tremble in his voice. you pull your face away from his neck to see him smiling. he rests his forehead against yours and nudges your nose with his. “— i was stupid to let you walk out. pregnant too. so fucking stupid.” he squeezes you tighter and presses a soft kiss to your lips which you return.

suddenly, you hear a small shriek from maisie. you both turn to see her stood with a huge smile on her face.

“mama and dada!” you squeals and claps her hands.

“come here, princess” rafe chuckles and picks her up, setting her in between you two as you sit on his lap. you press a kiss to her forehead and she giggles.

“her moodswings are worse than yours” he chuckles and ruffles her hair. you raise your eyebrows and he immediately stops laughing. “— sorry” he smirks, giving your waist a squeeze.

later that night, you had put maisie down to sleep and then made your way back downstairs. you crawl into rafe’s lap like you used to and he hugged you tightly, kissing your head.

“i’ve missed this…” rafe murmurs, still keeping his eyes on the tv. you smile and look up at him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. he returns the kiss on your temple and rests his forehead against yours.

“i never stopped loving you… every time you came to pick maisie up, i always got annoyed that you weren’t here for me…” you tell him, your cheeks flushing when you realise how pathetic you sound.

“well, you did a good job hiding it…” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. you smile, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck.

“i love you…” you whisper, looking over his expression to see how he’d take it. his smile becomes bigger and he chuckles.

“what? you think i don’t love you too?” he chuckles at your worried expression. “i love you, sweetheart… i never stopped loving you.”

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୨୧ ─ pushing you around in a shopping cart . . .

cw: REQUESTED / clingy!boyfriend!jj x reader, fluff!

“JJ, no.”

“Yes.” He grins, already pulling the cart toward you. “Get in. Please. I need this.”

You blink at him. “You need to push me around like a toddler?”

“I need my girl in the cart,” he says, solemn like it’s life or death. “It’s romantic.”

You give him the flattest look you can manage. “Romantic?”

JJ nods. “Very.”

You shake your head but still, give in with a laugh, climbing into the cart as he beams like you just handed him the moon. He starts pushing right away, slow and easy, hands resting warm and steady on the bar. His sleeves are shoved up to his elbows, and he keeps brushing your arm on purpose—like he needs to keep touching you or he’ll die.

“This is dumb,” you say.

“I’m dumb,” he says back, kissing your temple.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. He speeds up a little, letting the wheels clatter over the floor, just enough to make you squeal when he turns a corner too fast. “Careful,” you gasp, clutching the sides.

“I got you.” He steadies the cart with both hands, guiding you like you’re the most precious thing in the store—which, to him, you are.

Eventually, he slows. You’re both breathless from laughing, and he leans over the handlebar, resting his chin on his folded arms. “You look really cute in there,” he says softly. “Like you belong.”

You tilt your head. “In a cart?”

“In my life.”

Your heart stumbles a little. He’s still grinning, but he means it—you can feel it. “You’re such a sap, J—” but before you can even finish the sentence, he cups your cheeks, tugs your face up, and kisses you slow in the middle of aisle nine.

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୨୧ ─ when your car breaks down . . .

cw: REQUESTED / mechanic!jj x reader, angst -> fluff, protective!jj, yelling at reader, eventual fluff.

The second your car sputters to a dead stop, you know you’re screwed. Middle of nowhere. One bar of signal. And the last time JJ asked when you got an oil change, you said, “I dunno, like…last year?”

You call him anyway but he doesn’t answer. You call him again, he answers two rings later, sounds like he just sprinted across the shop. “Where are you?”

When you tell him, his voice drops. “Baby, that’s fourty minutes past town. Why the hell were you out there alone?” and then, before you can answer— “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you say quickly. “Just stuck.”

There’s a pause. Then a muttered “fuck”, and he hangs up.

Twenty minutes later, JJ’s truck skids up behind yours. He doesn’t park properly—just throws it in neutral, door already swinging open. He storms up, t-shirt stained, jaw tight. “You haven’t gotten this thing checked since last year? Are you out of your mind?”

“I didn’t think it’d just stop—”

“Because you don’t fucking check!” he barks, walking around to pop the hood. “You think the engine just takes care of itself?”

You shrink back a little, arms crossed, watching him toss the hood up. His fingers are fast, rough, digging around, muttering, swearing under his breath.

And then he finds it—something that makes his whole expression darken. He throws a sharp look over his shoulder.

“Oil’s basically sludge,” he mutters. “Jesus, baby.”

You stay quiet. He pulls out something cracked. Glares again. Doesn’t even say it out loud this time. Just holds it up like, do you see this shit?

Every second, you feel smaller. He’s still talking but it’s short, clipped, angry. “You stall out on a freeway like this, you’re done. You know that? You could’ve been hit. Could’ve gotten stuck. Could’ve—fuck.”

You stand still. He doesn’t even look at you now. Just throws the broken parts in the back of his truck and mutters something else you can’t hear.

That’s what finally chokes you up. You step away quietly, to the back of your car, behind the trunk. Blink hard. Then harder. But your lip wobbles anyway. And the second you sniff, JJ’s head snaps up. You hear his footsteps first. Then his voice, soft and sudden and scared, “Hey—hey. Babe.”

You don’t answer. You just press your palm to your face, trying to hide. He’s there in a second. Arms around your waist, tugging you in, grease and sweat and panic all still clinging to him. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I didn’t mean to yell like that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You nod a little into his chest, still sniffling. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I was scared. You were out here all alone. If anything happened to you—fuck.”

“I didn’t know it was that bad,” you whisper.

“I know. I should’ve checked it for you myself. I’m the mechanic, right?” He breathes you in, voice quieter now. “Let me take care of it from now on. No more forgetting. I’ll just do it. Every month. No reminders.”

You sniffle softly into his shirt. “I’m sorry.”

JJ freezes. Then, pulls back just enough to see your face. His hands cup your jaw, “No, baby.” He shakes his head. “Don’t you dare say sorry. This isn’t on you. I was the one being an asshole. You didn’t deserve that.”

You sniff. “But I should’ve listened.”

“And I should’ve reminded you. I should’ve done it myself. I should’ve taken care of it before it ever got this bad.” He kisses your forehead, your cheek, every soft part of you he can reach. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

You nod. He holds you tighter, like he’s trying to keep your heartbeat steady with his own.

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he's got such a cute lil smile

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could i request a jj fic where hes dating pogue reader! and have been for a long time (kind of a plot change of jj not being a player as if jj’s been with y/n since like 8th grade)

maybe they’re doing a bunch of treasure hunt things and jj says smth along the lines of finally something new and exciting in my life which makes the reader a little insecure

but as they’re all doing treasure hunt things and meeting sarah and everything’s new and changing snd group forgets it’s the readers bday and she gets upset with everyone after but john b lowkey becomes a dick and is like ok sorry but the gold

y/n and jj get into a fight about him not defending her immediately and they ignore each other after but maybe she gets hurt on the next adventure and jj saves her and it’s a happy ending?

sorry if it’s long 😭😭😭 just a lot of angst and fluff please

forgotten

warnings: angsty, mean!pogues, jj not being a good boyfriend, car accident.

a/n: this isn’t exactly canon because I’ve had to switch some events around but it was the best i could do at 3am. hope you enjoy <3 looking at this the next day i hate it🥲but i can’t come up with anything else.

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John B had been your friend for years. You met JJ in the eighth grade, and within a few weeks you were dating, surprisingly it wasn’t just a childhood crush and you were still together now. You’d met John B because of JJ, the two of them were a dynamic duo, so when his father went missing you felt the ache in your chest; you wanted to be there for your friend. What you didn’t realise was that nine months later the entire world would feel like it was crashing down on you.

A treasure hunt. Of course Big John had set up a treasure hunt during his final days, he’d always been a little wacky. You had homework, you had work, you couldn’t be there every time like the rest of them; you weren’t sure how they managed but they did. You missed out on so much of it that at times it felt like you weren’t even apart of it, they stopped inviting you because they figured you wouldn’t be free. Even last week JJ had made a comment about how exciting things had been recently, were you not exciting enough for him anymore?

Your final straw came on your birthday. You made your way over to the Chateau after breakfast with your parents, like you had done every year since you were thirteen. You hadn’t had any texts, there weren’t any Instagram posts from your friends, but you just figured they were going to do that all later. You walked inside, kicking your shoes off as you found everyone else lounging around on the porch; new addition Sarah Cameron included.

“Hey, baby,” JJ greeted, barely looking at you as he carried on his conversation with John B — something about the damn treasure hunt.

You blinked in surprise, looking around at your friends. Not one of them looked back at you, not even a smile in greeting, definitely no ‘happy birthday’s’. “Guys, that’s not funny,” you said, sitting down in the empty seat beside your boyfriend.

“Huh?” Kiara asked, looking up at you.

“I said… it’s not funny,” you murmured. They looked confused, like they didn’t have a clue what you were talking about, like they’d really forgotten.

“What’s not funny?” Pope questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

“Oh shit, you’re serious,” you whispered. You looked to JJ and John B — your boyfriend and your longest friend — they have to remember.

“Serious about what, dude? We thought you were workin’ today, we were about to head out,” John B explained, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Head out to do what?” John B had always been a terrible secret keeper, if they were playing a prank on you then he’d be the first to break.

“Found another lead for the gold,” he said with a smile. All he’s cared about for the last few weeks is the gold, all anyones cared about really. You’re sick of it.

“JJ?” You whispered, turning to him with a look of heartbreak in your eyes. He’d fold at that look, he could never manage to prank you for long; you were a sensitive soul.

“What’s the matter?” He worried, reaching forward to cup your face in his hands. You flinched away like he’d tried to hit you. “Babe, what the fucks goin’ on?”

“Do you know something?” John B stared at you eagerly, like you were about to tell him that yes, you were upset because you’d found a lead in the case.

“I know that my friends are all assholes!” You exclaimed, jumping up from the seat.

“Uh, rude,” Pope muttered.

“What’d we do?” Kiara asked, pulling a face of annoyance at you.

“It’s my birthday,” you cried out, tears now running down your cheeks.

You watched as everyone’s face fell, including Sarah’s who you didn’t even expect to know when your birthday was. JJ opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Kiara buried her face in her hands, probably embarrassed with herself. Pope’s cheek had a red hint, he didn’t like disappointing his friends. It was John B’s reaction that made you want to throw up.

“Happy birthday,” he shrugged, going back to looking at some notebook in his lap.

“That’s it? Happy birthday? You’re not even going to apologise?” You scoffed, looking at him as if he was a stranger instead of your best friend.

“Look, I’m sorry that we forgot but there’s been a lot going on at the moment. This is just, kind of really important. It’s about my dad, y’know?” He said, not a twinge of guilt in his voice.

You looked to JJ. There was no way he’d let John B talk to you like that. Your blonde boyfriend gave you a guilty smile and a little shrug, you felt your heart crack in your chest.

“Fuck you guys,” you muttered, turning around and walking back into the house.

“Seriously?” John B exclaimed.

“Chill,” JJ hissed. You were putting your shoes on when he followed you inside, closing the porch door for some privacy. “You didn’t need to be rude.”

“And you could’ve defended me,” you sniffled, tying your laces.

You didn’t necessarily care that they’d forgotten, if they’d all apologised and tried to make you feel special you would’ve been over it in minutes. But that’s not what they did. Instead, you were made to feel small and unimportant; because all that matters now is the gold.

“You know how he is at the moment, there’s no point in arguing with him,” JJ argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

“But you can argue with me just fine?” You questioned, standing back up. “I’m happy that you’ve all find some excitement in your lives, but I can’t help the fact I feel a little left behind.”

His face scrunched up, before a look of realisation crossed over it. “Babe, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I was just sayin’ that it’s cool that we’re doing this, that’s all.”

“Yeah, you’re doing it. You don’t even ask if I want to come anymore!” You exclaim, tears stinging your eyes.

“Because you’re busy and I don’t want to make you feel like you have to choose. Don’t put that on me,” he retaliated.

“You forgot my birthday, JJ. It’s the fucking passcode to your phone, how do you forget that?” You cried out, rubbing your eyes harshly to try and stop the tears.

“I’ve been distracted, baby. I— I didn’t mean to upset you, okay? Would you just come back out here and stop being so dramatic,” he huffed.

Just when you thought you couldn’t feel any worse.

“I’m going home,” you muttered, turning away to open the front door.

“Seriously? Gonna go spend your birthday alone in your bedroom? We apologised, we’ve been busy, get over it,” he snapped. Sometimes when JJ was overwhelmed with guilt he’d make it feel like it was your fault, you knew that, he’d done it plenty of times before, but this one really hurt.

“Call me when you’ve got your head out of John B’s ass.” And with that, you slammed the door shut.

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You didn’t see the Pogues for a few days, but soon enough Kiara was showing up outside your house with a present and a thousand apologises. That was all you’d wanted; to feel at least a little bit of love. She dragged you along to the Chateau, where Pope and even Sarah said sorry to you. John B did it in his own way, giving you a new bracelet and a kiss on the head. JJ didn’t say a word.

Arguments with JJ always went like this. You were both too stubborn for your own good and neither of you wanted to be the one to break first. You’d had arguments over nothing that had lasted days because you didn’t want to apologise. But this time it wasn’t over nothing, it was over you feeling hurt and it was his turn to man up and say sorry.

You were on the way to follow another lead. It didn’t bother you as much, not now that you actually were starting to feel involved. You knew at some point someone was gonna get hurt during this, but you’d figured it would be from something dangerous. Not because John B lost control of the van and slammed into a tree.

Your ears were ringing, the world around you was spinning as you reached up to grip your head. It had flung to the side and smacked into the window. Hands were on you, but you couldn’t work out who’s they were.

“Hey, hey, fuck, John B! What the fuck is wrong with you!” You snapped out of your trance from the yelling, eyes widening as JJ came into focus; tears in his eyes. “C’mon, baby, you’re okay. Look at me, you’re okay.”

“Mhm,” you groaned.

“Don’t touch it,” JJ murmured, grabbing your hand just before you could feel the wound. “Just a bit of blood, gonna get you to the hospital. You’re okay, you’ll be okay, please be okay.”

John B was in the back now, handing JJ his bandana to hold over your wound whilst Kiara called for an ambulance. It seemed everyone else had got away with just some scrapes and bruises. “I’m so sorry,” John B apologised.

“Who gave you a license?” You asked, making him smile weakly.

“I don’t know, I’m giving it back,” he replied, stroking your hair.

The ambulance arrived and gave you a checkup there and then, they stitched up your head and came to the conclusion that you had a concussion. JJ sat with you the whole time, gripping onto your hand like he was the one in pain. By the time you got back to the Chateau the sun had set and you were exhausted, the pain now just a dull ache from the painkillers you’d been given.

“What’d you need?” JJ murmured as you laid down on his bed, already closing your eyes.

“For you to punch John B in the nose,” you grumbled, making him chuckle as he sat down beside you; hand resting on your back.

“Happily.”

“Kidding. He feels guilty enough.” You’d seen John B cry maybe five times in your years of friendship, today was one of those days. If you weren’t in so much pain you would have taken a picture.

“I’m really sorry,” JJ blurted out.

“Why? Did you take the wheel?” You honestly couldn’t remember, there was a chance he had.

“Not about today, about… about your birthday.” His voice cracked, tears brimming his eyes. “I can’t believe I forgot, and trust me I’m never gonna forgive myself for it. I’ve just been tryin’ to be the best friend I can be for John B, I don’t know how to help him, y’know? But… you’re my priority, always will be, and I’m sorry if I made you think that you weren’t.”

“I don’t care that you forgot my birthday, JJ. I care that you didn’t even apologise. Basically just told me to get over it,” you sighed.

“I know, fuck, baby, I know. I messed up so bad, I just felt so fuckin’ awful and I went on the defence. I’m sorry, please, I’ll never put anyone before you again. I thought I lost you for a second today and I know I can’t live without you,” he pleaded, cupping your face gently in his hands.

“Calm down,” you murmured, taking his hand in yours as you watched him work himself up. “I’m not breaking up with you, JJ. I just need you to work on apologising when you do something wrong.”

“I will, I will,” he promised, leaning down to kiss your cheek repeatedly. “Your present is at my place, and when you’re feelin’ better we’ll go and celebrate properly. Maybe a weekend away to the Mainland? I was savin’ up for it anyway.”

“As long as you don’t mention the gold,” you tease, making him chuckle quietly.

“Scouts honour, no mentioning of gold or anything else that’ll make you have anything but a perfect birthday-redo,” he reassured, pecking your lips.

“Can’t wait,” you smiled weakly.

“You think you’ll ever get in the car with John B again?” He murmured, lying down beside you.

“Not if you offered me all the money in the world.”

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OH HELLO

meddle about

an outerbanks band au! | a jj maybank and rafe cameron smau

synopsis: after competing and winning the battle of the bands, the sirens were offered a record deal, launching them into stardom. when they are about to go on their first world tour, the band is faced with the decision of who they will open for them. they choose the swell, their runner-up in the battle of bands two years prior. with a rocky past with some members of the swell, y/n, the leader singer of the sirens, must tread carefully not cause anymore problems during this choatic tour.

intros | prologue | part one | part two

tw: mentions of depression, anxiety, adhd, addiction, abuse (emotionally, mentally, and physically), alcohol, weed, cocaine, homophobia, and sex.

word count: 2.1k

author's note: finals week kicked my ass but we slay and i put out a new chapter of something finally

thursday, august 15th, 2024

You took one last puff from your cigarette before throwing it down to the ground and smothering it with your sneaker. You let out a loud sigh before grabbing the handle of the door and walking back into the first stop of The Lie to Girls Tour. 

As you walk in you notice how the venue has come to life with roadies sending everything up for later that night. You start walking towards your dressing room when someone calls out your name. 

You turn my head and see Ward Cameron making a B-line for me. You roll my eyes and stop in front of him. 

“What do you want, Ward?” You ask the manager of The Swell and Sarah’s father. 

He gives you a sneer and folds his arms to assert dominance over you. 

“Where is Sarah?” He asks with a stern look on his face. 

I let out a chuckle. 

“I don’t know where she is, Ward, but I can be damn sure she doesn’t wanna talk to you.” You say before walking away from the older man. 

You walk towards your dressing room and look around yourself diligently hoping you don’t see him. You make it to your dressing room and open the door to see Sarah getting her hair done by the band’s hair stylist, Aubree, and Cleo getting her make-up done by the band’s make-up artist, Kimora. You walk in, letting the door close behind you, and go straight for the couch that Kie is sitting on and lay your head on her lap.

“Your dad’s a dick, Sarah,” I say with my eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere of the room. Kite lets out a muted snort. 

“I know he is, but what did he do now?” She asks, twisting to look behind her at you on the couch. 

“Nothin, just asked where you were. But I guess he didn’t even bother to look because anyone else could have told him that you were here.” 

“Did you tell him where I was ?”

“Fuck no, that would mean I would have to spend five minutes walking with him here. I would rather spend the night in whatever torture chamber Satan's got prepared for that man.” 

The whole room laughs but you. You weren’t joking, you were serious. 

“How’d you even bump into him girlie?” Cleo asks? 

“Went for a smoke out on the side.” You reply nonchalantly. 

Everyone in the room this time groans. 

“I don’t like this judgment I’m getting from everyone. I hardly smoke cigs anymore! We are Texas and I’m not tryna get arrested before we have even gotten on stage.” I defend. 

“I guess that’s acceptable,” Kie says, tapping your nose. 

You scrunch your face at her. 

“So how are you girls feeling? The first night of your basically sold-out tour.” Aubree asks as she finishes the final curls on Sarah’s hair. 

“So excited, man. I have a good feeling about tonight.” Cleo smiles. 

“Oh my god, knock on wood right now, Cleo! You’re gonna jinx us!” You exclaim sitting up from Kie’s lap. 

“I don't think it’s…”

“I swear to god, you better knock.” 

Cleo doesn’t say anything but rolls her eyes and knocks on the ledge of the vanity in front of her. 

Kie looks at you and sighs. 

“Babe I mean this in the nicest way possible, did you take your meds today?” She questions. 

“Yes, I did.” You roll your eyes at her question. 

“So excited and nervous.” Aubree takes it away. 

“She’s just nervous about interacting with JJ.” Sarah spills.

“What the fuck! No, I am not! I could care less what the dipshit thinks.” You refute. 

Just as you finish, the band stylist, Jess, walks into the dressing room holding everyone’s outfit. 

“So you didn’t text me saying you literally have to look sexier than sexy this whole tour to show JJ he’s an idiot.” Jess chimes in.

You let out a loud groan. 

“Damn it, Jess. You just fucked my whole I don’t care vibe.” You whine. 

Everyone lets out a chuckle at your reaction. 

“Well, I’ll have you know that the outfit I picked up is killer.” Jess smiles. 

“Lemme see!” You sit up excited like a child at Christmas. 

She puts all the outfits on the rack and pulls out yours. 

Everyone in the room, oohs and ahhs. 

“Oh Jess, you are a magic baby!” You laugh. 

She smiles and shakes her head and walks over to you to give you the hanger. 

“Get changed, I wanna see how it looks on you.” She demands. 

“Yes, ma’am.” You smile and get up off the couch. You go behind the divider and get undressed and put on the outfit that she had chosen for you. 

You get changed into a faux leather corset and a black faux leather skirt. 

When you step out from behind the divider, everyone in the room whoops and whistles. 

“Get in my chair now,” Aubree exclaims. “I have the best idea.” 

You giggle and nod excited to see what she had in store for your hair. As Aubree works on your hair, Kimora starts on your make-up. 

The room is filled with laughter, music, and singing. Aubree is done with your hair pulled into a slick back 90’s spiky bun when there’s a knock on the door. She gives your hair one more spritz of hairspray before going to grab the door. 

When she opens the door, the once loud and obvious room is now dead silent. JJ Maybank is standing in front of the door. 

He looks around uneasily and then looks at you. He is in awe of the way you look. 

“Is there a reason you’re here?” Aubree sneers at him in an unkind tone. 

“Uh-uh i-uh..” He keeps staring at you. 

“Yo pervert, either say something or get out.” Kimora scolds him.

“Yeah- uh sorry,” he keeps his eyes on you. “Ward sent me to get you, says Minerva is looking for you.”

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. What the fuck? You think to yourself. 

“Anything else?” Kimora questions, their tone suggesting he’d leave. 

“He said I had to walk you there…” He hesitates. 

“She’ll be out in a minute.” She says before shutting the door in his face.

You turn to the other girls with your eyes widened in confusion. They all shrug at you not knowing what is going on. You look at Sarah and mouth Your dad’s a dick. She sighs heavily and nods. 

You look around the floor and put on your Doc Martens. 

“Fucking bastard.” You mumble to yourself about Ward before opening the door. 

You look at JJ with a sneer and wait for him to lead you to Minnie. 

“So uh- I’m…” He stutters out and you cut him off with a glare. 

The rest of the way to Minnie was silent. He did not try to utter another word to you. 

When you find her, she is surrounded by roadies asking her questions about the final touches on the venue. 

When she sees you and JJ together she gives you a strained smile. She knows that this is not a situation you want to be in. 

“Thank you, Jackson. You can leave us.” She says coldly and wraps her arm around your shoulder. You giggle when she calls him his legal name and wrap your arm around her waist. 

“You look like a good kid, everyone did you up real pretty.” She smiles down at you. 

“They did, this team might be my favorite.” You smile up at her. 

“Good, good…” She says as the two of you walk. “I gotta ask you a favor and I know you don’t wanna do it but Ward Cameron is up my ass and if I know if we make a fuss, which I want to, things will get leaked to the press and none of you kids need that right now.” 

“What do you need, Minnie?” You furrow your brow. 

“I need you, specifically, to sing a song with one of the members of The Swell. Ward wants it to be JJ for publicity to say there is no bad blood between the two of you, but he can kiss my ass. That is up to you to forgive him and only you, hun.” 

“Jesus Min, this man is gonna be a pain in our asses all tour isn’t he?”

Minnie nods and that is all you need to know that it is going to be a long tour. 

“Alright, I’ll do it. And I’m choosing the song.” You say. 

“Sounds good to me. Break a leg, you’re gonna kill out there.” She offers a kind smile before reaching five steps away from you and she is surrounded by people who need to ask her questions. 

You turn around and go back towards the dressing rooms. You look around looking for the name you need. You go up to the door and knock. 

The door opens and you have a smirk up at him. 

“How would you like to piss off your dad tonight.” You ask. 

He doesn’t respond with words but instead, a sly smirk spreads across his face and he opens the door wider so that you can step inside. 

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The crowd was electric tonight. Even though most of The Swell’s songs were unknown to the crowd, they enjoyed it very much and it definitely helped that all the members were attractive. 

You stand backstage getting mixed up as you watch from the sidelines. As the last song comes to an end JJ goes up to the middle mic. 

“How’d y’all like that one?” He asks the crowd. They cheer and scream to show their enthusiasm. 

“Good, good,” He chuckles into the mic. “Now I’m gonna hand this over to Rafe.” 

Rafe is up from his drum set and someone is already taking his place. He runs up and daps up JJ before taking his place in front of the mic. 

“Now, if you’re a fan of The Swell, you’ll know I don’t sing up in the front often but I wanted to treat y’all for the first show. And as for something extra special, I have a guest. But your hands together for Y/N L/N of The Sirens, everybody!” He exclaims. 

The crowd goes while as your name is said and you step out on the stage. You give the band members a wave except JJ and head on over to Rafe. 

“Hey, everyone, are these guys treating you well?” You ask into the mic. The crowd cheers in response. You smile seeing everyone enjoying themselves. 

“I'm glad, so I have a question,” You look at the crowd. “Do y’all know Perfect by One Direction?” 

The crowd erupts in total chaos. 

“Seems like they know it, pretty girl.” Rafe flirts. You give him a smirk and move in closer. 

“Seems like it, so y’all are gonna sing along with us?” The crowd erupts once again in cheers. “Alright let’s do it.” You smile at the crowd. 

The music starts playing and you sway your body to the music coming from your ears. Rafe brings the mic to his lips and winks at you before he sings. 

“I might never be your knight in shining' armor, I might never be the home you take home to Mother,” He sings to the audience. “And I might never be the one who brings you flowers,” He turns to you while pointing at himself and sings “I can be the one, be the one tonight.” 

The crowd screams loving the chemistry the two of you are displaying 

“ When I first saw you from across the room I could tell that you were curious,” You sing, looking up at him and checking him out. 

“Oh, yeah,” The whole band harmonizes with you. 

“Boy, I hope you’re sure what you’re looking for ‘cause I’m not good at making promises” You riff. 

You and the whole band sing the chorus. But as you sing your eyes are locked on Rafe and his eyes are locked with yours. 

When everyone gets to the line, “If you like to do the things we shouldn’t do,” you and Rafe are close. He has one hand on the mic and the other on your waist. You have two arms around his shoulders sharing the mic he was sharing. His gaze is locked with yours not daring to look away. 

For the rest of the song the two of you are never less than a foot apart and when you are close one of you is touching the other. It was like you were the only people on stage even though you were performing in front of thousands.

Although you never looked away from the audience or Rafe, the one thing you could feel was JJ’s burning jealous gaze on your back. 

after the concert...

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the pope part kills me

Texting JJ Maybank

❃ slightly freaky ❃

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INTRODUCING … PRINCESS!READER

princess!reader… who grew up with Sarah and Kie on figure eight and attended the kook academy.

princess!reader… who’s mom is a lawyer at Topper’s grandfathers firm and has been expected to follow in her footsteps.

princess!reader… who has been head over heels for JJ since Sarah introduced the two of them. It was after Sarah and John B got married at the courthouse. She wanted all her friends to be together.

princess!reader… who isn’t used to not getting what she wants. She was surprised when JJ didn’t like her right away. Said she was a spoiled brat (which she is).

Princess!reader… won over all the pogues eventually, one by one. John B first and then Pope after she lent him some of her books. Cleo and JJ were the hardest to convince.

Princess!reader… is jealous, notoriously late, full of attitude even when she doesn’t mean to be. But she’s loving and loyal and not afraid to stand up for what she thinks is right. She’ll get in trouble a hundred times of it means protecting the people she cares about. (something her and JJ fight about a lot).

now accepting requests, concepts, blurbs. check out my first princess!reader here.

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INTRODUCING … PRINCESS!READER

princess!reader… who grew up with Sarah and Kie on figure eight and attended the kook academy.

princess!reader… who’s mom is a lawyer at Topper’s grandfathers firm and has been expected to follow in her footsteps.

princess!reader… who has been head over heels for JJ since Sarah introduced the two of them. It was after Sarah and John B got married at the courthouse. She wanted all her friends to be together.

princess!reader… who isn’t used to not getting what she wants. She was surprised when JJ didn’t like her right away. Said she was a spoiled brat (which she is).

Princess!reader… won over all the pogues eventually, one by one. John B first and then Pope after she lent him some of her books. Cleo and JJ were the hardest to convince.

Princess!reader… is jealous, notoriously late, full of attitude even when she doesn’t mean to be. But she’s loving and loyal and not afraid to stand up for what she thinks is right. She’ll get in trouble a hundred times of it means protecting the people she cares about. (something her and JJ fight about a lot).

now accepting requests, concepts, blurbs. check out my first princess!reader here.

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Morning Sex w/ JJ...

!!warnings: (p in v), softdom!JJ kinda, praise+teasing, teensy wee bit emotional

word count: 1425

You woke up to the feeling of his lips on your neck, pressing long lingering kisses against your skin, trying to savour your sleepy state for as long as possible.

"Jay.." you whispered, barely open eyes looking down at him.

Your voice almost immediately caught his attention, a slow smirk curling his lips.

"Morning, mama." He hummed, kissing your lips, not even giving you a second to react before he was back to your neck.

"What are you doing?" You chuckled softly, bringing a hand up to brush some hair away from his face.

"Nothing..nothing..just wanna see something." He murmured.

"You see with your eyes not your lips." You retorted, watching his smirk widen at your words.

"Just wanna .. see–hands on, you know? Gotta get the full experience and ..shit.." he trailed off, sliding his hands up your shirt, his warm touch sending shivers up your spine.

"Hands on?" You murmured, running your fingers through his hair, eliciting a small groan deep from his throat.

"Yeah." He whispered, his voice huskier than before, like he was physically restraining himself back from just ripping your clothes off.

He slowly snaked his hands up your sides to your back, fingers finding the clasp of your bra.

"Can I see this too?" He teased, nosing the side of your neck, letting out a soft groan against your skin.

"Yeah.." you whispered back, your tongue darting out to lick your chapped lips, his own gliding over your collarbone, coaxing a soft moan from your mouth.

He unclasped your bra, quickly grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling away so he could slide it off you. As soon as it was off, he was kissing your skin again, wet, and open-mouthed. You slid off the straps of your bra, tossing it to the side while he trailed his lips down the valley of your breasts.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he practically worshipped you with his mouth. He didn't rush like he usually did, and you couldn't tell what it was that made this morning so.. different. But you weren't complaining–not one bit.

"You're so warm..so pretty." He whispered, teeth occasionally grazing your soft skin. When he made it to the middle of your stomach he went back up and kissed your lips, his hand squeezing the flesh of your chest, running his finger over your nipple. The small action making you jolt up.

He smiled against your lips, dragging his fingers back down your side, playing with the waistband by snapping it against your skin.

"So squirmy this morning." He muttered, eyes fluttering shut when you started to lift his shirt up back.

"Your fault.." you huffed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it the same way you had your own.

He pulled back a little, his knees on either side of your waist as he started to shimmy out of his shorts.

"My fault? Yeah?" He chuckled, voice teasing and low.

"Yeah. You started this ..with all your lovey dovey kisses. You're just lucky I'm too lazy to do anything about it."

"Oh, that's what we're calling it now?"

"What else would you call it?"

"Needing me.." he hummed, throwing his shorts off into the pile of clothes that was starting to build up on the floor.

You rolled your eyes but didn't deny his words and he knew he'd gotten to you.

You pulled him closer with your fingers in his waistband, manicured nails scratching gently against his skin.

"Needing you?"

"Yeah, mama." He smirked, before messing around with your shorts, dragging them off your legs. You didn't stop him, not even when he was snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin. Again.

"Are you always so annoying like this? Because I don't remember you being so giddy early in the mornings."

"When's the last time I even woke up this early?"

"...Touché" you mumbled, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles, watching his face turn a pretty pink.

At least he wasn't flicking your waist with the elastic of your underwear anymore.

He looked down at you, hand slowly leaving yours and settling on your hips instead.

"So fuckin' gorgeous..and all mine." He murmured, like he was reminding himself, making sure you were real and there in his arms.

You let him do what he pleased, his fingers getting rid of your panties in a matter of seconds, leaving you bare while he started working on his own boxers.

"Hey Jay?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you.." you whispered, watching him try so hard not to smile, but his expression was betraying him, his dimples popping out.

"Say it back." You giggled, eyeing him as he started to position himself between you, his fingers gripping your thighs, your legs going up around his waist.

"I love you too,..fuckin dumbass." He mumbled, his heart swelling at the sound of your giggle.

"Mhm you better." You smiled, pulling him closer, his dick pressed against your inner thigh, your teeth biting down on your tongue to prevent yourself from making a noise.

He leaned down, kissing your lips deeply, smiling against your mouth like a damn know it all–and as if knowing you were gonna say something quippy back he immediately shut you up. With his cock.

He slid inside you with one agonizingly slow thrust, filling you up to the fucking brim– you couldn't help but moan. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting out soft lil moans of his own as he moved. Slow, deep strokes that had your back arching off the bed.

"JJ.." You whined, hands on his shoulders,nails digging into his skin like you thought he was gonna escape you.

"Mhm–God..y-yeah?" He groaned, his jaw going slack, breath puffing out against your skin.

"So good ..feels so good." You whimpered, matching his rhythm, hips jolting up to meet his every thrust.

His pace eventually grew rougher. Faster. And it felt like each ram of his hips into yours was gonna make your heart skip beats.

"Jay, please..I'm so close." You whispered, throwing your arm over your eyes, trying so hard to prolong the moment but–fuck..

"Yeah?" He grunted, ramming into you one last time, quick and deep before spilling into you. You let out a choked little noise, something akin to a sob as both your bodies shoom from aftershocks, his chest immediately meeting yours as he fell on top of you.

He let out a soft groan, wrapping his arms around you, leaning close to you so he could whisper.

"Wanna go again?" Staring at you like a kid in a candy store.

"Ask me later when your dick still isn't twitching inside me."

"...Fair."

masterlist!

a/n: it's 3am for me send help. I'm lowk hungry...

line divider: @/hyuneskkami

taglist: @angel06babysworld

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why do men ask you on a date and then not plan the date? I’m gonna find better shit to do

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HA JUST GOT REJECTED FROM A JOB THAT **THEY** OFFERED ME

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thinking about..something I can’t seem to think of a title for!

jj stood waist deep in the surf, board bobbing beside him, hair dripping and sun warmed. he’d just caught a decent ride, nothing spectacular - but it wasn’t the wave that had him smiling like a fool.

It was you.

twenty yards down the beach, you were getting absolutely demolished by the shore break. not even trying to fight it - just standing knee deep, arms loose at your sides like you trusted the ocean to play fair. which it didn’t.

a wave slammed into your thighs, tripping you. you flailed backward in a full cartoon fall, disappeared under the foam, and then popped up sputtering, hair in your mouth, cheeks pink from the saltwater and laughter.

you laughed like it was the funniest thing that had ever happened to you. like the ocean was in on the joke. And then you did it again.

jj blinked, watching you wipe out again, this time tumbling with a little yelp and faceplanting into wet sand. He couldn’t tell if your laugh was from joy or insanity.

next to him, a guy - surfer, maybe mid twenties, board under his arm - nodded toward you. “yo, you know who that is?”

JJ didn’t look away. Just blinked. “oh, yeah - yeah, I know who..”

but he trailed off, eyes glued to the chaos that was you, now trying to stand up only for another wave to take you out sideways. again. you sat up coughing and laughing and smacking the water like it owed you money.

“…what the fuck?” he muttered, eyes wide, mouth twitching between disbelief and some kind of awe. he sighed a little- but not in annoyance. Never.

then he cupped his hands around his mouth.“baby - come here!”

you looked over from where you were curled in the foam, grinning like an idiot. you waved, still on your knees.

“did ya see that one?!”

jj shook his head. “yeah, I saw all of em’ sweetheart”

still laughing, you picked yourself up and started trotting toward him, soaked, scraped, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

and jj - he just stood there waiting, board forgotten, heart somewhere in the sand.

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one of his siblings STAWP 😭

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I miss nl rafe but I won't mind some cowboy!rafe want to know more about him and the dynamic of relationship with him

that’s when — rafe cameron

also known as, cowboy!rafe takes reader into town for some boots 🤠🩵

“What… are those?”

“Aren’t they so cute?”

Rafe can barely even get an honest look at the pair of knee-high, cherry red cowboy boots you were modeling for him with the way you were tapping them around so excitedly, unworn soles almost slipping against the shiny flooring of Tony’s Western Wear.

You nearly do slip at one point, Rafe’s hand coming to hold yours instantly, mooring. “Woah. Got it?”

“Mhm,” you nod, not at all perturbed. “Tony said two weeks and they’ll be broken in. Gotta scuff up the bottoms. Leather! Wanna see?”

Rafe is at a loss as you kick up a boot to show him, catching your foot and holding it up for you.

He’d sent you off with the owner of his go-to shop — the only one worth going to in town if you asked him — entrusting Tony would find you a pair of work boots, because that’s what Rafe had asked him to do.

“They’re… red,” he says unhelpfully as you saunter back over to the full body mirror, leaving the scent of fresh leather in your wake.

He sees your lit-up eyes in the mirror and stops himself from admitting that they make you look like a rich tourist fresh off of a Sprinter van from the satellite airport an hour from here.

But aren’t you?

He forgets that fact more and more these days. 

“I’m obsessed, Tony,” you call, strutting off to the back of the store. “Let’s get these, too.”

“Tony,” Rafe says, exasperated as the owner comes around, holding his hands up in surrender. “I said work boots, didn’t I? Or am I crazy?”

“Relax,” Tony says. “She picked another pair. Even got her into some ropers, too.”

“Oh, thank god for that,” Rafe deadpans.

Tony gives him a blank look. “You wanna tell her no?”

“But these,” you say, coming back around, a cowboy hat somehow having materialized on your head, still showing off your boots to him — like he could miss the way they made your legs look, miles of skin exposed by the cutoff shorts you chose for this June day. Man, these boots were gonna be an issue for him. “Are so much cuter. Can I wear these out? You’ll box up the others?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tony says, accepting the black card you dig out of your purse. One look at Rafe, who shakes his head subtly, and he knows to put these on Rafe’s account instead. That’s the account he puts all of the cowboys’ stuff on anyway - this is no different, he tells himself.

“What happened to your work boots, huh? You said you wanted to go riding,” Rafe teases, finally standing from the stool he’d taken to an hour ago and stretching his arms over his head, his quick trip into town with you for a pair of boots somehow turning into his lower back getting sore from sitting so long and 10 missed calls from the ranch.

“I do,” you say. “And I have some normal, boring boots for that now, since you insisted. But these are for fun.”

“For fun?” Rafe repeats, failing to mask any amusement. He loved living in your world.

“For fun,” you repeat, stepping into place under his arm after he opens the door for you, nodding to Tony - he better enjoy that commission - as he holds your real boots and the shoes you wore in today in the bag with his other hand. “When we go to the bar with the boys, or you finally take me to dinner at the one spot.”

Rafe hardly ever pictured himself walking side by side with an out-of-towner down Main Street in broad daylight, barely going a block without having to nod his head at one of his father’s friends or stop and talk with one of the ladies who had a question about their son coming to work on the ranch. 

The ladies don’t venture to mention their single daughters of his age anymore, Rafe’s noticed, not with you on his arm and getting judgmental glances you were too unflappable to take seriously.

You keep walking right past Rafe’s truck like he knew you would, you and your new boots heading straight for the ice cream shop you’ve taken a liking to in your time here, a stop he’d factored into your trip today before you spent over an hour trying on boots. But Rafe stands by the passenger side door adamantly, having already tossed your shoes in the backseat.

“No time today, baby,” he says. “We should be gettin’ back.”

You turn, hip cocked immediately. Expensive sunglasses with no practicality, lip shade matching your new boots, a vision this town has never seen.

Rafe doesn’t throw his head back in indignation, because he doesn’t want you to know that he knows he’s already lost.

“C’mon,” you say, that accent still so out of place, even more so now with your new getup. “Just a scoop. I’ll eat in the truck.”

Rafe sighs, but he doesn’t move.

“Fine. I’ll meet you back at home,” you say, taking off in the direction of the shop.

“And how’re you gonna do that?” he calls, ignoring the way you said ‘home’ like that’s what it was to you. Like this wasn’t all temporary. “It’s thirty minutes back to the ranch.”

Rafe hadn’t followed you down the street, but he comes around to the front of his truck when you come to a stop, now a storefront down.

Two cowboys from the Peterson ranch pass by you then, both tipping their hats. You give one of them a smile Rafe remembers, from weeks ago when he first took a liking to you; now you look back at him with a wicked grin, and it lights his body on fire.

“You really think I’ll have trouble getting a ride, Rafe?”

Unsurprised by his paper-thin resolve, Rafe walks right past you and toward the direction of the ice cream shop, feeling a smile spread across his face when you stumble to keep up with a single, pleased giggle, your hat knocking into his when you fit right back under his arm, your brand new boots a stark contrast to the ones he wears every day - somehow complementing each other anyway.

“Those are makin’ you act up.”

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two man but just me