scottfuckingreed

[scottfuckingreed]

This is a strange one to say, but I’ve actually almost finished the next part to ‘It’s a Pogue Thing’? 

My plan is to work on it a few more days, see what I can add/change/improve on. My actual work schedule has just risen massively as more than half of my staff have to self isolate (great) but yeah

I don’t know how long this writing streak will last, and to be honest I’m only really interested in writing this story right now. I do apologise if that does disappoint people, but for now I’m just going to let myself write whatever slows. :)

If you lovely people haven’t seen it, I posted another part to ‘It’s a Pogue Thing’ a couple days ago. Give it a read if you want... If you haven’t read any of the parts, firstly WHAT, secondly read them if you’d like. You don’t have to...

Here’s some shortcuts

MASTERLIST

ITS A POGUE THING 1

ITS A POGUE THING 2

ITS A POGUE THING 3

I’d also like to say a quick thank you for both the support and the patience. I honestly thought I was done writing stories fully so being back is very nice for me.

Also a quick sorry to those who are waiting for stories to be continued, especially 13RW ones. I won’t lie, I don’t know when or if I’ll continue those. I’m really hoping the inspiration does start flowing because I do LOVE writing for my main boys so much. I don’t know, we’ll just have to wait and see.

Thank you :)

[scottfuckingreed]

Maybe I need to change Rafe in my story, MAYBE I DO WANNA BE WITH HIM

[scottfuckingreed]

Have another BECAUSE IM TELLING YOU-

[scottfuckingreed]

My TikTok is FULL of Rafe and JJ, beautiful. But this is what I kind of imagined for the back story for ‘It’s a Pogue Thing’.

[scottfuckingreed]

Does anyone have any show recommendations? I wanna watch something new, YOU KNOW WHAT I WATCH

Update: currently watching America’s Got Talent, SO SEND SHOWS ASAP

[scottfuckingreed]

ME TOO

Don’t worry, JJ’s still number one, but Rafe is looking awfully spicy this season

[scottfuckingreed]

Ah, Topper, what an angel

[scottfuckingreed]

Don’t worry, JJ’s still number one, but Rafe is looking awfully spicy this season

[scottfuckingreed]

Rafe?? Is kinda hot this season?? I can GUARANTEE he’ll still be a prick, but he’s kinda hot??

[scottfuckingreed]

I also just found out how to do the ‘keep reading’ thing just a second ago, that’s why you’ve never seen me use it. LIKE WHAT?! I’ve been doing this for literal years... I’m pathetic

[scottfuckingreed]

I mean, why not? I don’t know when I’ll be back though LET’S BE REAL

Go read It’s a Pogue Thing if you want?? Part Three out now babyyyyyyyy

JUST HERE

[scottfuckingreed]

It’s a Pogue Thing - Part Three

This is a JJ Maybank story

-

Warnings!: swearing and mentions of abuse

-

     I wake up alone. Not only without JJ, but also without Kiara. I’m confused until I smell it... breakfast? It can’t be. Throwing myself out of bed, I dress myself and prepare myself for the brightness outside this room. “Ah there she is!” John B smiles. Before I can even react. a bit of toast bounces off of my head. All I can do is shut my eyes. I’m not even a fully functioning human yet. “Thanks,” I slide my feet across the floor, all the way to the couch. “Nice sleep?” Kiara chuckles, handing me an ‘in tact’ piece of toast. “It was alright.” I shrug. Internally I feel giddy. “You looked like you were pretty deep into it,” she adds. I was. She’s absolutely right. “I bet she was,” the husky morning voice of JJ erupts as he comes out of the bathroom. “Especially after last night.” His words get linked with a wink, followed by my heart stopping. “Yeah I’m sorry about that guys...” I flash my eyes straight over to John B. I’m definitely overthinking everything. Why would anyone even think JJ and I would ever? We wouldn’t. I guess that’s not true anymore. Either way, I’m fully awake now. “I didn’t realize it would be such a dead end.” Kiara’s hand cups John B’s shoulder in attempt to comfort. The blend of pain and disappointment in his voice was radiating through him. I wish there was another way; an easier way. “We just need to look closer. I’m sure there’s something,” I lie. “Are we sure there’s anything to find at all?” I throw my bread at the jackass. “JJ!” Ki follows. “You’re just pissed ‘cause I’m being honest. I’m sorry John, but what are we going on again?” I decide to stay quiet. “It doesn’t hurt to look again-” “You guys do what you want.”

     Not fully sure why, I rush my shoes on and follow the boy storming away. I feel somewhat protective over him. It’s a strange feeling. “JJ! Wait!” I call, jogging to catch up with him. He hardly slows. The anger was pretty much radiating off of his body. “If you’re here to-” “I’m here because I agree with you,” he pauses and frowns. “Even if there’s nothing, we still have to try.” Saying those words aloud feels like betrayal. I wish I had the guts to say what I thought, just like JJ, but there’s a time and a place. And both of those were wrong in that moment. “It’s false hope.” His words are blunt. “I know,” I whisper. I smooth my hair back with my hands. “You- he needs this JJ.” As he nods, he rolls his eyes. “He’s my best friend Y/N-” “I know JJ, but you just need to be a little more sensitive.” Once again, he rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just can’t lie to him,” shrugging, I realize this will continue to go in circles. “Fine,” I give up. A little frustrated, I turn around and start walking back to John B’s. “Where are you going?” I turn around quickly. I can’t help but frown at him. Like a dog, I tilt my head slightly to the side. “I thought we could grab some breakfast?” “I- what?” “I can tell you’re pissed.” Wow. Is it that obvious? I guess I don’t hide my emotions very well. “We ate at John’s...” I don’t know if I want to eat with him right now. “No. I didn’t eat, and you threw yours at me. Come on,” he nods and walks away from me. That’s it? And of course I follow him. I can’t not. 

     The walk was too quiet. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it had the ‘do I speak now or not’ vibe. When we get to a table in a small cafe, I sit opposite him slowly. “You can’t be that mad at me...” He chuckles slightly. Then comes the smirk. I didn’t know a look could do so many things to a person. It makes me want to slap him so bad. It also just makes me smile. “I’ll buy the food?” He tempts. “Do I even want to know where you get your money from?” The top and bottom lip press together on the boy’s face. “Probably not, you’re a good girl,” he winks. 

     Food. The boy truly knows me. So once that glorious breakfast spread was displayed in front of me - those exquisite eggs, the beautiful bacon, that tasty ass toast - he was forgiven. No grudges. I don’t even remember why I was even annoyed at him. “Wow,” is all I can express. Only a very small number of things can make me speechless. This is at the top of that list. “I know, I’m amazing,” he nods with a smug look on his face. Even when he’s joking about it, he always looks incredibly pleased with himself. I wish I had his confidence... or arrogance. Which either one it is, it works for him. Which is an utter shame. 

     We both indulged in every bite. Our plates looked both new and pristine. I am entirely and completely stuffed, and yet - if someone offered it to me - I could probably eat more. Although, I would definitely be sick. “That was so fucking good,” I let out in a ‘little too sexual’ of a moan. “That’s hot,” he informs me. God he’s so annoying. “Don’t even try it, JJ,” I wave my fork towards him. My threat just causes his to smirk. “So, what do you wanna do now?” A pleading smile gleams across his face. It’s not like me to give in to such tendencies. I just cannot seem to help it when it comes to JJ. “You don’t wanna go back to your boyfriend’s?” I tease. “Not really,” he shrugs. “I need a break from all that crime shit for today.” I don’t blame him. I hate to say it, but it brings an awkward and depressing atmosphere. I do feel bad for John B, but it’s too much if it’s all the time. A break, as selfish as it sounds, is what I need for today.

      As I stand up from my seat, my eyes immediate lock to the next customers walking through the door. Topper and Rafe. All I can think to do is sit back down. Just before my body starts zoning out, I hear JJ’s voice. “What are you doing?” He laughs in confusion. I haven’t been very open about mine and Rafe’s ‘relationship’ at all. I hate to even call it that. They know that he was a dick, which is the biggest understatement of the century, and they know we had a pretty awful break up. That’s it. At least I wish that was it. 4 months isn’t long enough to heal after... him. It’s just not. He’s mentally, emotionally, and literally physically everywhere. I nod my head, hinting at him to turn around. “Ah.” Is all he says. Rafe sends an obvious smirk to Topper, before making a straight line towards me and JJ. “Hey beautiful,” my skin crawls at his words. He makes me so angry, but I struggle to find the words to say. “What do you want Rafe?” I let out in a harsh tone. I wish I could scream at him, and just call him out on every single thing, but I can’t. Fuck. “Just here for something to eat,” he raises his eyebrows and smirks, placing a heavy hand on JJ’s shoulder. He doesn’t even budge, just lets an annoyed smile spread across his face. Topper chuckles at his best friend’s revolting sexual innuendo. “Why are you such a little bitch?” JJ nudges Topper on his side. It was just a poke, but it sent Topper moving. “What did you just call me?” Topper moves back towards him. JJ shoots up out of his chair. “You heard me, I don’t think you can move much further up his ass,” I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. “Can we just go?” His eyes just stare into Topper’s, while Rafe looks proudly at his boy. “JJ...” I wrap my hand around his forearm and pull slightly. “Fine.” Just as I get the boy to move away from the scene, Rafe decides to make the comment, “Who’s the bitch now?!” As you can expect, JJ does a 180 and darts back towards the two assholes. A fist hits my ex’s face. 

“God JJ,” I raise my voice slightly at the boy, sucking in my sad emotions. If anything I’m annoyed at myself for not being to stick up for myself. It’s just so hard to see him, let alone hear his voice. And to communicate with him? It feels almost impossible. “Why are you annoyed at me?” He snaps. “I’m not, I just wish you’d know when to leave things alone,” I roll my eyes. “I’m not your bitch Y/N.” I ignore him. I know he’s not. I realise I am probably projecting my frustration out now, and taking it out on someone who is very easy to argue with. “No, you don’t even fucking listen to me.” I speed up my walk. There are several things I need to do; breathe is the first one, then probably punch something or someone, then cry. Crying sounds like a plan. Footsteps inch closer and closer behind me. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just-” “I know.” I stop him. If he asks that question, the question I have avoided since the break up, I will break down. Fragile is an understatement. I’m like a bird with a broken wing, or a dried out twig ready to snap. One little gush of wind and I’m done. I will break. “Did something else happen, with you and Rafe?”

flashback

I made a joke. That’s it. I was caught up in the moment, and made a joke that he didn’t find funny. I could tell. He didn’t shout. He didn’t even raise his voice. He just stayed silent. His face just dropped. He’s pissed. He’s pissed at me. There was no retaliation, solely because his friends were around. Topper was there. There were other’s there. Now there’s not. I’m fucked. 

“Look, Rafe, I didn’t mean-” “You didn’t mean it? All you do it fucking embarrass me! You always mean it!” He shouts. The rasp in his voice startles me, and instantly pushes the tears out of my eyes. I’m scared. I’m scared of him. I’m scared for me. “I was just joking around, I-I-I-I” I stutter. The words pause as I get pushed against the counter. The harsh corner stabs into my back, making me fall to the floor in pain. I sit quietened by the wind being pushed out of my body. My mouth stays wide in agonizing pain, but my scream is silent. There’s no weep. There’s not a cry. Just tears falling down my now heated cheeks. I take a deep inhale of breath. I have no strength, emotional or physical, to get myself off of the floor. I can’t... Not on my own. Rafe’s face sits in the sight of my blurred eyes, as he places himself in front of me. “I don’t know why you always do this baby,” his fingers, which were previously on harsh hands, caress my chin softly. A thumb wipes my tears. Instead of pushing him away like I should, I nuzzle my hand into his hand. I’ve made enough mistakes tonight. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. A set of lips go to my forehead. 

“Y/N...” A soft voice snaps me back to reality. That was early days. It wasn’t even bad then. I cough slightly. How awkward. “Did he hurt you?” He asks, in a tone I don’t know if I’ve ever heard JJ use. It was gentle and careful, and had meaning behind it. Despite JJ being an idiot, I trust JJ with my life. Literally. But this... I can’t tell anybody about it. Not a soul. “He broke my heart JJ,” honestly, I’m not sure if I lied to JJ or not. I don’t ever remember loving that guy. I must’ve. 

We head back to John B’s. Everyone other than Pope was still there. John was looking at the research his father gathered, and combining it with the little amount we’ve managed to find. Ki was cleaning his shitty place up. She’s way to good to that boy sometimes. Somehow, no matter how many times it gets cleaned, it’s always a huge mess. “Where did you guy’s go?” Luckily, with the long-ish walk back, we no longer look stressed. “We got breakfast,” I throw myself onto the couch. John B looks up from his pages and raises his eyebrows. “You never take me to breakfast!” He throws his hand over his heart, clearly in pain. “You’re not as good company as me John, just accept it.” “Did you pay for it?” Kiara asks. I immediately sit up, snapping my head to the boy as I realise. “You little thief,” JJ says before I can even speak. “No I-” “Damn Y/N, I must be rubbing off on you, finally.”

[scottfuckingreed]

I’m currently rewatching Outer Banks ready for season 2 tomorrow. Very exciting. I’ve been writing for ‘It’s a Pogue Thing’ which is insane for me. I haven’t written anything in AGES. I’ve just been blocked with work and I’ve had no inspiration whatsoever. I did have the whole story planned, and I don’t really remember what the whole plot was, but yknow. WE’LL SEE WHERE IT TAKES US

[scottfuckingreed]

Just wanted to inform that there is a show on Netflix called ‘Trinkets’ with Brandon Buttler

I know I love it!! Unfortunate that he plays a prick though😂 thank you for letting me know though🖤

[scottfuckingreed]

A work colleague and I have been sexually harassed at work by our manager. He’s done it so previous staff members, and he’s been investigated for it before. We had enough, so we reported him to those higher up. First we were told to wait a week, so I wrote an angry message to one of them. Then we had to fit down and talk through everything he’s done, said, in our work place. All I see in that place is where he was. For now, he’s suspended. He’s under investigation. 5 girls reported him, thats 3 extras. And that’s people who have spoken up. The person who interviewed us also interviewed him. Apparently it was a 50/50 thing, so she needed more information. She needed proof. The proof we provided, text messages, weren’t enough. They were slightly cropped, so our replies weren’t in full. We are 18/19, he’s a 34 year old man running a business. We literally work for him.

We haven’t been told what will happen to his job, but I have been told that if he returns I will just get moved elsewhere. This is not my fault. I was asked if I provoked him in any way for him to make nasty and vulgar comments about me and my body. None of these girls provoked it. We did nothing. He’s a fully grown man who has abused his power. Pissed off doesn’t even cover half of my emotions.

I don’t know any women who haven’t been through something like this. I know this happens to everybody. The difference is I don’t know any men who are afraid to come to work. Who feel unsafe in their work place.

Speaking up is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I don’t believe so far it’s been worth it. He’s been temporarily removed, and he still has a chance to come back. Although it feels like a big mistake, it’s not. I will not be silenced. This is for those who don’t feel safe. Who don’t think their voices deserve to be heard. It is not okay for anyone to do this to you. For now I will keeping his name and the company I work for quiet, but if you’ve been on this account for a while you would’ve read it somewhere.

If he returns I will be posting my story everywhere. Not just here anonymously. Everywhere.

[scottfuckingreed]

🥺🥺bryce crying whilst doing yoga with his mum🥺🥺

🤮Bryce🤮

👀bryce standing up for his mum👀

🥺bryce paint fighting with his mum🥺

[scottfuckingreed]

🤮Bryce🤮

👀bryce standing up for his mum👀

🥺bryce paint fighting with his mum🥺