#I don’t think it’ll ever be like obx though

[alphinias]

You know what it’s so refreshing having a new show with mtwtwb where the actors actually like eachother off screen, interact on instagram and clearly want to hang out, I need this after the OBX drama 🤣

Right? I’ve seen a few of their interviews and they all seem adorable and just happy to be there. Hope it stays this way.

It also probably helps that they aren’t skyrocketing quite as instantly as the obx cast. People were instantly OBSESSED with them (and all locked in quarantine which made it even worse).

[moremaybank]

MY CLUMSY GIRL — r.c

day seven 3+1 with rafe cameron

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary three times you were clumsy, and the one time rafe was.

warnings mentions of blood, mentions of a cut (on the forehead), slipping, tripping, rafe gets slightly burned, soft!rafe, whole lotta fluff between rafe and his clumsy baby

author's note last post for obx week! another special thank you to @surftrips for inviting me to be a part of this! i hope you guys enjoyed all the content all the writers and myself have put up for you this week. i hope we were able to brighten your days, even if only for a moment. much love ♡︎

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; rafe masterlist

Rafe walked through your shared front door. He tossed his keys onto the entryway table, and called out for you. “Baby? I’m home!”

His voice echoed through the quiet house, and he expected to hear your cheerful reply, expected to be smothered with your kisses. But instead, he was met with a tensity in your voice. “Okay, don’t freak out.”

His brows furrowed. “Don’t freak out about what?”

When you didn’t answer as quickly as he’d hoped for, he entered the kitchen, where he saw the pantry door slightly ajar. It was more than unusual for you to be hiding in your pantry, and his confusion only heightened. 

Pushing the door open, his eyes found you. His sweet girl, giving him a nervous smile as your hand stayed plastered to your forehead. “You gonna tell me what’s going on?” 

“Only if you promise me you aren’t going to freak out.”

“You know,” he started, “the more you say that, the more I feel like I’m going to have to.” 

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hand, and Rafe’s eyes went wide. His eyes found the gash etched above your eyebrow, and his hands immediately found your face. They cradled it delicately, drawing you closer to him. His thumb carefully traced the cut with his thumb. You winced, and he retracted instantly. 

“What happened, baby?” He cooed, voice soft and dripping with concern. 

Blood rushed to your cheeks as the embarrassment overtook you. “Nothing. I was just cleaning the counters, and I stood up too quickly. I hit my head on one of the cabinets. It’s not a big deal, though, I’m fine.” 

“It’s a big deal to me if you’re bleeding,” he spoke. His lips pressed a quick peck to your lips, both in greeting and in trying to provide you with some comfort. “Why didn’t you call me?” 

“I didn’t want to bother you at work. You’ve been so busy lately, so stressed. Calling just would’ve made it worse.” 

Rafe’s expression softened, and he granted you another kiss. Not fleeting his last one. No, this one was longer, as if he was using his lips to tell you that your stress was ridiculous. “Listen to me. You are never, ever bothering me. I don’t care if I’m in a meeting or if I’m a thousand miles away. I’ll drop everything for you if you need me.” 

You smiled, touched by his words. You knew he’d always prioritized you, put you over any and everything. “I know you would, handsome.”

“D’you feel okay? You have a headache? Dizzy?” His hand left your face, and he held up four fingers. “How many fingers, sweetheart?”

You giggled. “Four, Rafe. I can see just fine. It stings a little when I touch it, just like any other cut, but I’m fine, I swear.” 

He couldn’t shake the worry that gripped at him, but he also couldn’t deny the overwhelming sense of relief that washed over him knowing that you were in his arms. He squeezed you tightly. “My clumsy girl. We gotta get you a helmet or something. I don’t think I could take it if something like this happened to you again.” 

“You’re so dramatic,” you laughed. “And don’t you dare get me a helmet. It’ll ruin my hair.”

You and Rafe planned to have a relaxing weekend. You’d lounged in bed on and off for the entire forty-eight hours, just enjoying each other’s company while being shielded from the rest of the world and its needs. 

Rafe was lounging on the couch, hooked on one of your silly teen drama shows that he’d always teased you about. It was hilarious, really. He mocked them constantly, but the minute you’d flip one of them on, he’d soon become consumed. 

You moved about in the kitchen with enthusiasm as you started to make breakfast for the two of you. Rafe never failed to sport a child-like grin when he devoured your waffles, and you’d longed to see that smile today. 

However, your heavy-handed self got to work, and it wasn’t long before the bag of flour ended up on the marble floor, covering you and the kitchen in a powdery mess. “Shit!” 

Rafe, always alert to the sound of your antics, leaped up from the couch and rushed over to you. His eyes landed on the cloud of flour that had taken over the room, and then landed on you with the most adorable and embarrassed look he’d ever seen. 

“I, uh, I might’ve had a little accident with the flour.” 

“Might’ve, huh?” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he approached you. “You look cute. Like the Pillsbury dough boy.” 

You smacked his chest with a playful glare. “Shut up.” 

“Come on, you lil’ ghost. Let’s clean you up.” 

You nodded, and as you took a step forward, you slipped on the flour and it sent you tumbling toward the floor. Rafe, with his lightning-fast hands, swooped in and caught you. 

“Graceful,” he teased, a wide smirk on his lips. “Ten out of ten.” 

“Don’t be mean.” 

“‘M starting to think that we should get you some bubble-wrap. Gotta protect the goods.”

It was a busy weekday evening, and you had just returned home after a hectic day at work. Your arms were loaded with file folders, each containing a mountain of paperwork that required your attention. You huffed as you finally reached the top of the stairs, making a beeline for your bedroom. 

Rafe, who had been lying on the bed and staring at the screen of his laptop, looked up and raised an eyebrow at the sight of you and your obvious struggle. “Hey beautiful, need some help there?” 

You grinned, trying to balance the precarious stack of folders. “I’ve got it, baby. Just a few more steps. You stay there and look handsome.” 

However, just as you were about to reach the desk, your foot caught on the edge of the rug, and you tumbled forward (you had a real knack for losing your footing, evidently). In what seemed like slow motion, the file folders went flying, papers scattering like confetti around your room. Luckily, you caught yourself, your hands planting on the wooden desk. 

Rafe watched in shock as you both became surrounded by a sea of documents. He tried to hold it in, he really did, but he burst into laughter. “Baby, did that really just happen?” 

You groaned, crouching down and starting to gather up the hundreds of papers. “Are you freaking kidding me?” 

Rafe got up from the bed and joined you, helping you collect all of the documents. “You know, if you wanted to have a paper party, you could’ve just asked.” 

You swatted at him. “Very funny, Rafe.” 

As you worked together to sort the papers, Rafe couldn’t help but tease you a little more. “I tried to tell you that you needed help.” 

“Whatever,” you grumbled. You stood up, placing one stack on your desk, and upon turning around, your hand knocked over the cup that held all your writing utensils. The pens and pencils flew everywhere, and you just stood there, jaw-dropped. 

Rafe made his way over to you, carefully walking around the papers and your writing tools, and braced his hands on your shoulders. “Alright, you need to relax. Go take a shower. Actually— scratch that. I don’t think I can trust you to stand up in there. Run yourself a bubblebath, and call me when you’re finished. Looks like ‘m gonna have to carry you out.” 

You pouted adorably, nodding. He kissed your pursed lips, and lightly smacked your butt. “Get goin’, baby.”

It was a rare evening when Rafe decided that he was going to cook dinner for you. You knew he’d been working all day, and you hesitated to take a step back from cooking, but he insisted. He bragged about his quickly-improving skills, and you agreed, deciding to see if he could walk the walk. 

You sat at the kitchen table, sipping on a glass of wine, and watched Rafe confidently maneuver around the stove. He looked delicious in that apron, his sleeves rolled up and thick muscles rippling. The focused look on his face was a sight as well. He was so effortlessly dominant all the time, something that gave you butterflies (and not just in your stomach). 

It was all beyond impressive until Rafe looked over at you, drowning in your beauty. He grinned, but it fell instantly when he touched the heated pan. He pulled his hand back from he stove and shook it vigorously. “Ow, fuck!” 

You rushed over, concerned. “What happened?” 

Rafe grimaced as he inspected his finger. “I touched the pan by accident. It’s nothin’, just a minor burn.” 

You inspected the red mark on his finger yourself, and sighed in relief when you realized it wasn’t too serious. “Come here, let me get some cold water on this.” 

You tugged him over to the sink gently, and turned the tap on cold. Rafe winced as the soothing sensation washed over him. “You were right. I should not be handling shit in the kitchen.” 

“Don’t say that, you were doing great. This stuff happens,” you assured him. “Besides, don’t you know who you’re talking to? How many times have you had to clean me up?” 

He nodded, but he still looked disappointed. 

“Baby,” you cooed, “it’s fine.” 

You rose onto your tiptoes and pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek. He smiled, and your heart warmed. But then, you let out a laugh. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing,” you shrugged. “It’s just nice not to be the clumsy one for once. My clumsy boy.”

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[inkandpen22]

The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 3)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader 

Warnings: underage drinking, mild swearing, mentions of drugs 

Words count: 2k (it’s short but the next part is long) 

Part Summary: As the night dwindles away, JJ feels pressured to secure a place in your life. His chances grow times ten when Sarah arrives with some interesting news. 

Masterlist

You and JJ share a log around the fire. His arm rests over your thigh, his hand gripping your knee slightly. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you two exchange whisper back and forth, making the Pogues sick with how lovey-dovey you two already are becoming. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” JJ asks, kinda hoping he could ask you for real date but he’ll understand if you already have plans. 

“Hanging out with you,” you cheekily answer, earning a blushing grin from him. 

“Oh! cool, cool...” He presses his lips together with a faint laugh, finding it hard to hide his childish grin. 

You giggle at his bashfulness. He’s so shy around you and you can’t help but find it adorable. 

"Here comes Sarah!" Kiara announces as he spots their friend's car rolling up the drive. 

You and JJ finally break your hype-focused attention away from each other. Almost to make up for the lack of verbal communication, JJ shifts closer to you and plants a quick peck to your temple. 

"Hey! Sorry for the delay!" Sarah announces as she walks over from her car. John B rises from his position, trying to intercept Sarah before she sees you and JJ. Once she reaches John B, she notices how you and JJ are sitting. Her brows scrunch together, but she does her best to mask her confusion. "My parents were having a hissy fit about me borrowing the car. I told them and Y/N's parents that we were staying the night at Kiara's since she doesn't feel well. I hope that's okay, Kie," she asks as she gets closer to the bonfire. 

"Yeah, no problem!" Kiara waves her hand, not caring at all. 

"Wait, so what's the game plan?" You ask Sarah, but also everyone else for their input. You're thankful for the group's help, but weren't exactly prepared for an overnight stay. You understand why Sarah did this nonetheless. 

"You all can stay here tonight," John B shrugs as the Pogues do it all the time. 

"Your parents believed it," Sarah assures you. "I would just text your parents to help it seem more legit." 

"Okay! I'll text my mom," you comply with enthusiasm. 

Hey, I told Sarah to tell you but in case she didn't, we're staying over at Kiara's tonight. I had to drive her home in her dad's car because we think she got food poisoning or something. I'll text you when I'm heading out in the morning. Sarah can drive me home or something :)

"Finally! It'll be nice not being the only girl! I was kinda hoping you and Sarah would stay over anyway," Kiara adds, offering you a kind smile. 

"That makes two of us," JJ whispers for only you to hear. 

"My folks were pretty pissed about me ditching on the party, so I feel no urge on going home," Sarah huffs, right as John B asks for her to help him inside real quick. 

You and JJ watch as John B escorts Sarah inside by the arm. They try to be nonchalant, but it's so obvious they're freaking out. Sarah's whispers aren't exactly quiet and John B's doing his best to fill her in on what he knows. 

JJ turns his face toward yours with a smirk, suppressing his laughter. "They're definitely talking about us." 

"Oh for sure!" You nod slowly with a snicker. 

You two share in your amusement as your friends slowly lose their minds. A Pogue from The Cut was caught kissing the Princess of the OBX. If your friends from the other side of the island found out they would have an even more dramatic reaction. 

Your phone buzzes in your lap and it's from your mom. 

Ok. Text me when you wake up. 

"All set!" You voice to everyone remaining around the fire. "I doubt they'll even care since "I'm still on the Figure 8,” you make air quotes. 

"Yay!" Kiara claps her hands. 

"I say we watch a scary movie tonight!" JJ suggests beside you. 

"The Conjuring!" You vote swiftly, earning a laugh from JJ. 

"No!" Pope instantly refuses. "Nope! Last time we watched that you guys made me sleep on the porch and I heard creeks all night!" 

"Aw, I'll stay with you tonight Pope," Kiara offers, reaching for her friend's hand with a pout. "I'll keep you safe from all the ghosties." 

JJ leans in brushes his lips against your ear. "You gonna keep me safe?" 

You smile softly, turning your head toward him as you nod slowly. "I'll have your back if you have mine." 

His beautiful eyes meet yours in the gold flickering light of the fire. "Always, Baby." He plants a kiss to your lips, this time slow and comforting, as though you two have been doing it forever. 

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All six of you are gathered in the living room, watching The Conjuring. John B and JJ insisted that all lights in the house must be off, much to Pope's dismay. Kiara and Pope are positioned on the carpet, their backs against the couch. Pope has been hiding in a ball with his face behind the blanket he shares with Kiara. Sarah and John B are sprawled comfortably on the couch, well invested in the movie. You and JJ share the old red recliner, tucked close in a ball under a comforter. Right before the movie starts to get interesting, you shift forward in your position. JJ whines, disappointed in the loss of contact. His pouty face makes you giggle and he playfully tries to keep you close by holding onto your wrist. 

"I need another drink, anyone else?" You offer quietly, making sure not to step on Kiara or Pope on the floor on the way to the kitchen. You receive various forms of declines as you do your best to navigate your way through the dark and unfamiliar house. 

Finally finding yourself in the kitchen, you make yourself a glass of water. The moonlight shining through the window over the sink acts as your saving grace. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms slip around your waist, causing you to jump. 

"Hey, Gorgeous," the blonde whispers against your neck. 

"JJ!" You gasp your heart racing. 

"Did I scare you?" He chuckles quietly to not alert the others. 

You spin in his hold and nudge him on the shoulder playfully. "You did that on purpose!"

"Not really but-" In one swift motion, JJ picks up and places you on the counter. He parts your legs to stand between them. His palms glide up and down your thighs. "That I did mean to do," he smirks, biting down on his lip. 

"JJ! Y/N! You're going to miss the wardrobe part!" Pope shouts, his voice shaky with fear. 

"I wish I had spoken to you sooner," JJ confesses abruptly, completely his friend in the next room. All he cares about right now is you. 

"Dido," you smirk, placing your arms over JJ's shoulders. 

"Really?" He voices in disbelief. Despite how much you've reassured him or have reciprocated his affections, he still isn't convinced that you truly like him. 

"That first time I saw you at the Cameron's?" You recall with raised brows. "Um, yeah! You looked hot in that pale green Ron Jon shirt." 

"I can't believe you remember that," he shakes his head, leaning in closer to you. I thought there was no way you'd know who I am." 

"JJ," you say his name in a mild groan with a toss of your head. How can this boy not see how amazing he is? "You're definitely worth remembering." 

"It was at the Boneyard," he states a matter-of-factly. 

"What was?" You grin. 

"The first time I ever saw you," he tilts his head back slightly, relieving his sharp jawline. "You were dancing with Topper on the wall. The fire made your skin glow and shimmer like bronze. You wore a navy blue bikini with ripped white booty shorts. Your hair was half up and all I could think about was how much I wanted to run my fingers through it. You were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen," he tells you, never once breaking eye contact. 

"That was last summer!" You can't believe he remembers that. 

"I know," he replies as though it's completely ordinary. 

Your jaw drops, "you're saying you've been waiting to talk to me for a year?!" 

"Okay well, when you put it that way," he tries to play it off and be cool now. 

"Aw JJ!" You express a little too excitedly, bringing your hands to his cheeks. 

JJ is quick to press his hand over your mouth. "Shh, Baby. Before you alert everyone in the living room!" Mischievously, you plant a kiss on his palm, catching him off guard. JJ swallows hard, peering down at you with hooded eyes.  "Okay, now you're just teasing me." 

You place your hand over his and remove it from your mouth. "You make it too easy," you giggle in a whisper. 

JJ simply stares down at your lips as he bites down on his own. Before you have a chance to react, he hungrily presses his lips to yours. Ever kiss up until now has been gentle, new, and hesitant. Now, JJ is forgetting his nerves and is acting on impulse. He breaks away from you and moves his assault to your neck. You comb your fingers through his thick blonde hair, gripping the strands on the back of his neck. 

"JJ," you pant breathlessly as your eyes fall shut. "What are you doing?" 

"Making up for lost time," he breathes against your neck. I'm really kicking myself right now." 

"It's my fault too," you try to speak as JJ makes a track down your neck to your collarbone. "I could've at least said 'hi' instead of smiling like an idiot." 

"At least you were nice," JJ mumbles against your chest. "I was a statue. Plus, I always thought you and Rafe may be-"

"Ew! Don't even finish that sentence," you scoff in disgusts. 

"You were always at the Cameron's. He's always on top of you and watches you like a hawk," JJ explains as he pops up for air. 

"He's had a thing for me for a while now. I've turned him down," you inform him.  

JJ frowns in confusion. "Why?" 

You figured it would've been obvious, especially considering how much JJ hates Rafe. "He's an arrogant ass. He thinks he's invincible and I hate people like that." 

"Well, you can tell him you're taken now," JJ grins, leaning in to kiss you. 

"Oh, I am?" You question playfully against his lips. 

"Yep," the boy nods as he begins to glide his lips across your jawline. "You're mine... and only mine..." He whispers, making you bite your lip with anticipation. Boy, this kid knows how to get you turned on. "I'll make sure everyone in the OBX knows it too," he declares as he starts to suck on the sensitive skin on your neck. At the rate JJ is going, he's certain to leave a mark or two, just as he wanted. 

"You guys!" Kiara calls this time. 

JJ huffs with annoyance as he appears out from your neck. "Coming!" He shouts, completely unfazed by what he was just doing. "Got you're so sexy," he plants a quick peck to your lips. "I hope you know I'm going to be dying through this entire movie." 

Ever the gentleman, he grips your waist and helps you down from the counter. He slips his hand into yours and grabs your water with the other before leading the way back into the living room. 

"She couldn't find the sodas in the fridge. I had to grab a new box from the back," he conjures up as you two cross the living room toward the recliner. 

"Sureee," John B and Sarah say in unison with amusement. 

"Sorry guys, what did we miss?" You ask while you and JJ get settled. 

After you take a quick sip from your water, you place it on the side table between the recliner and the couch before getting comfortable again with JJ. 

"Nice water, Y/N." Sarah giggles as she peaks over from the couch at your hand, earning an eye roll from JJ. 

"The crazy demon lady jumped on the daughter. I hate this!" Pope rushes out to answer your question. 

"Oh my God! You're fine, Pope!" Kiara groans, not hiding her annoyance. 

"I wish it wasn't so dark in here!" Pope shouts dramatically. 

"I kinda like it," JJ purrs in your ear. 

You turn your head to the side and he plants a kiss on your lips. As the others watch the movie, you and JJ spend most of the time whispering back and forth or too caught up in each other physically to talk at all. Of course, you two are respectful of your friends and keep it PG. Yet, you can't get enough of each other. It's all so soon, energetic, and freeing. As the thought of tomorrow morning lingers in the back of your mind, you’re starting to dread the idea of parting from JJ. 

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Tags: @starkeythinker @bethii1 @thegunnerkelly @cc13723things

[collecting-stories]

Broke - JJ Maybank

A/N: just a short Christmas fic using the prompt “i’m so broke it hurts.”

Winter in the OBX | Outer Banks Masterlist

☃︎ ☃︎ ☃︎ ☃︎

JJ kicked his boots off just outside the door of the house, clattering against the wooden porch floor as the screen door creaked open, then slammed shut behind him, “sorry,” he mumbled, not having meant to slam the door. You always told him to be gentle, it was old just like the rest of the house, and neither of you had the money to replace it. The sound of Christmas music from the stereo in the kitchen guided JJ to you, just setting the timer on the oven with various cooling racks on every conceivable surface.  

“Cookies?” JJ asked, taking one from a cooling rack and biting into it.  

You cast a skeptical look his way as you placed the bowl of dough back in the refrigerator between batches. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound less excited about the food.”

“Hey, I’m always excited about your cooking or baking or whatever,” he promised, “just think we should skip Christmas this year.”

“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” You laughed. It was already the 21st, a few more days and it would be Christmas. The small house would fill up with friends and family from around the cut, a giant potluck holiday that you hosted every year. The first of your friends to really acquire a house, though the Chateau was on the up and up lately. “Where’s this scrooge routine coming from?”

“Definitely not scrooge...he was the rich one wasn’t he?” JJ asked, grabbing another cookie. Usually you’d swat his hand away with the explanation that those were meant to be gifts but today you didn’t have it in you. Your typically excitable boyfriend looked absolutely gutted over the prospect of the holiday and a cookie was the least of your worries.

“He was.”

“Yeah, then definitely not him. I’m so broke it hurts.” He replied.

“Is that why you’re grouchy then?” The holidays had never been especially bountiful for either of you and usually you limited each other to a gift a piece but something about the way JJ was scowling at the cookie in his hand, as if it had personally wronged him, had an ache settling in your heart. “I mean, no one’s expecting lavish gifts J.” Most of your friends were in similar predicaments.

“How about no gifts at all?” He replied, moving away from the counter and over to the kitchen table, a small wooden two-seater shoved against the window. He sat down on the folding chair, grabbing a recycled glass holder that you’d made into a candle, and holding it up to his nose. “What is this?”

“A candle.”

“I meant...what does it smell like?” He elaborated, glaring at you. The sour mood that he’d been in when he walked through the front door had yet to subside.

“Vanilla and patchouli. Miss Lana leant me some oils that she had extra of. I figured homemade gifts is better than no gifts right? We had all those old glass jars and stuff from the attic space so I reused them.” You shrugged.  

JJ practically scowled as he looked over at you, “I don’t know how you can be so happy today.”

“We’ve got a roof and four walls babe, and on Saturday it’ll be filled with family...what’s not to be happy about?” You asked. When he didn’t answer you set the batch of cookies from the oven onto the stove top for a minute to go over to him. “Besides, I get to be here with you everyday.”

“That’s not worth much.” JJ lamented, leaning back in his chair. “Still broke.”

“It’s worth enough.” You promised, leaning down to kiss him, “now stop being a grouch and help me finish these cookies. You’re better at baking then I am.”

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[cherryobx]

She'll come around

request: "Can you do a jj imagine where kie really doesn’t like you. I know you did that a bit in the kook one but I really loved that and I love to see more!!!❤️

summary: JJ introduces you to the pogues but Kie doesn't really like you.

warnings: language, angst, happy ending tho

WC: 1,7k

(Not my gif, creds to the owner!)

If you knew JJ you knew that he was never the type of guy to settle down. To be in a long-term relationship. Or even just commit. He loved to party, meet new girls and take a different one home every time. It was just who he was.

That’s all he ever knew his entire life. Why would he want to settle down and just be with one person? He had been hurt by the people closest to him. His dad, for example. Even if he didn’t admit it to himself, he didn’t want to get hurt. He didn’t want to feel any kind of pain that came with a relationship, physical neither emotional.

But when he met you, he was willing to throw all of that out of the window. He met you at one party and talked to you the whole night because you were sitting alone by the fire. You talked the whole night. JJ actually really enjoyed talking to you. You two became friends after that. Few weeks later he found out that he didn’t like when you were talking to other guys. Or even worse, when they would touch you. He realized he had fallen for you.

He told you about the way he was feeling. At first, he wanted to talk to his friends about it but then after some thinking he knew that you were the one he should be talking to. After his confession, you told him that you liked him too.

You were hesitant at first though. You were afraid that you would just be another notch on his bedpost. But as time went on, you saw that it wasn’t like that. He actually wanted to talk to you and spend time with you. You were the first person he had felt the need to cuddle with. And that already proved that he actually wanted to commit.

After dating for a few months, he asked if you wanted to meet his friends. After all they were the closest thing he had to an actual family. Hell, he really wanted you to meet them. It took him a while to convince you because you weren’t so keen on the idea.

“I don’t know, JJ…”

“I’m not asking you to become friends or start hanging out with them. I just want you to meet them. That’s all.” He took your hands in his, pressing a light kiss on both of them.

“Please, Y/N.”

So, you finally gave in. “Fine.”

Hearing that made JJ happy. Like really happy. He was bouncing around with excitement. He just couldn’t wait for you to meet his friends. His partners in crime. Literally.

The next day, he picked you up on his motorcycle and took you to John B’s house. Or as they liked to call it, the Chateau. The ride there was too short for you to prepare for what was coming. You grew more nervous with every passing second.

Before entering the chateau, you stopped JJ so you could look him in the eyes. “What if they don’t like me?”

“What’s not to like about you? You’re literally perfect, Y/N. Stop stressing.”

“But what if they hate me?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders and leaned forward a bit so he was looking straight into your eyes. “Stop it right now. You have nothing to worry about. I’m sure they’ll like you.”

“I really hope so.” Your gut was telling you that this was not going to end well. And your gut was rarely wrong. You were praying it would be one of those times. Luckily for you, your gut was only partly right.

As soon as you stepped into the chateau after JJ, everyone’s eyes were on you. You only recognized Sarah Cameron since she was pretty popular in Kildare. The others were not familiar to you, although you felt like you had seen them running around somewhere before.

“Guys, I wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” JJ then let go of your hand that he had been holding when you walked in.

“I’m gonna go get some water. Introduce yourselves to her,” JJ said.

“JJ do not leave me here-“ You tried to grab him but he was already jogging towards the kitchen, leaving you standing in the middle of the room with a few strangers.

The brunette boy with a bandana around his neck was the first one to speak up. “Hi. I’m John B.”

Then the boy next to him introduced himself as Pope. Sarah introduced herself as well. They all seemed very nice so far. You were waiting on the brunette girl to talk but she stayed quiet, sitting sideways on the couch and staring out of the window.

When his friends realized that she was not going to speak, they introduced her to you. “That is Kiara.”

You gave them all an awkward wave. You let out the breath you were holding when JJ was finally back at your side, handing you a cold bottle of water. “Thank you,” you said, taking off the lid and pouring some of the cold liquid down your throat.

“So, now he’s your personal assistant?” Kiara finally turned her head to look at you. Her eyes scanned you up and down, almost like judging you. No, she was definitely judging you.

“What?” you asked.

“He doesn’t have to do shit for you. Stop treating him like he’s nothing.”

You were actually taken aback by her words. You hadn’t even done or said anything to her. Why was she talking to you like that? It actually kind of hurt your feelings. You were not going to let her step on you like that. She had no right to talk to you like that. So, you dug up some courage and defended yourself.

“Excuse me? First of all, I didn’t even ask him to bring me the water. And second, I’m not treating him like some assistant. We’re in a relationship, we do things for each other all the time.”

Kiara stood up and walked up to you. She stopped right in front of you. She was almost to close for your comfort. Crossing her arms on her chest and leaning her weight on one of her legs, she looked straight into your eyes.

“You’re probably just using him. I know girls like you. You act all nice in the beginning and then break their heart the second you get a chance. That’s just how it is and has always been.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“So? I’m not planning on becoming friends with you. Like ever. So, you might as well get lost right now before you break JJ’s heart and leave it for us to fix. You’re no good.”

You felt so hurt and frustrated at the same time. The voice in your head said “ha, I told you so!”. You wanted to cry so badly at that moment but held back your tears. She was already mean enough, she didn’t need to see you break down. You had to stay strong.

Everyone else was just watching the interaction, holding their breath, too scared to say anything. The tension in the room was almost unbearable.

“What is your problem? I haven’t even done anything to you. Hell, I don’t even know you. Today’s the first time I’m seeing you. I came here with good intentions. I just wanted you to like me because I know how much it means to JJ. How much YOU mean to him. And you’re treating me like shit. This is so unfair. You make all these assumptions about me. None of them are true. Why are you pushing me away like that? Tell me, what have I don to you that you hate me so much?”

The room was even quieter than before your outburst. The only thing heard was the birds chirping outside and the summer breeze outside.

When Kiara said nothing, you took it as a sign and started walking towards the door. “Where are you going?” JJ ran after you.

You slammed the door in his face and started walking away from this place. JJ caught up to you though. “Y/N, stop!” He grabbed your hand and spun you so now you were facing him.

“I’m clearly not wanted there. I told you that it was going to happen.”

“It’s okay. Hey, look at me! I’m going to talk to Kie. It’ll be alright.”

“No, it will not. It’s going to be like this every fucking time I’m around her. She hates me.”

You sighed as JJ pulled you into hug. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on against his shoulder.

“Let me handle her. She’ll come around.”

“Okay.”

You stood there in silece for a few minutes and you were just gathering your thoughts. “Do you want me to take you home?” JJ asked, breaking the silence. You nodded.

“You wait here then. I’ll go talk to Kie and then I’ll take you.” He made his way to the chateau. So you leaned against his motorcycle and waited for him to come back.

About 15 minutes passed when you saw the door open. But JJ wasn’t coming alone. Kiara was following him close behind, eyes fixated on the ground. When they reached you, you raised an eyebrow at JJ. He just nodded towards Kiara who had just raised her head to look you in the eyes.

“I came to apologize. You were right. I had no right to talk to you like that. I’m just really protective of my friends and I didn’t want JJ to get hurt. But I realized that I can’t control their lives or prevent them from making their mistakes. I should give you a chance. You actually seem really nice. I’m deeply sorry about what I said earlier. What about a fresh start, huh?”

“Sure,” you said, giving her a small smile.

“Good, I’ll see you around then.” She waved at the both of you as she walked back to the others who were inside the house.

“I told you she’d come around,” JJ smirked.

You lightly smacked his chest with your hand before taking a helmet and putting it on. “Just take me home, smart-ass.”

"You love my ass."

"Shut up or I'm not letting you sneak into my room tonight."

"Yes ma'am."

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[matthewtkachuk]

how to mend a broken heart: interlude - rafe cameron

Breaking Rafe Cameron’s bones didn’t work, but your plan to break his heart did. You falling for him too and having your heart shatter as collateral was an unexpected side effect. Ever the schemer, JJ’s come up with a new five step plan to mend what was broken.

co-authored with my love, freya @rekrappeter​

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader, unrequited!JJ x reader

warnings: angst, starting a relationship under false pretences, drinking and drug use

word count: 800

a/n: here it is the beginning of part two! freya and i are so excited to share the second half of the story with yall, it’s going to be an even crazier ride. please please please leave us feedback, freya and i read every comment and cry, love you guys so much!! if you want to get a feel for how the second half of the series will go, check out the playlist on the series masterlist 

JJ never thought he’d ever feel this awful in his life. He had hurt, and probably lost, the number one person in his life. You had been his constant, his day one. The two of you had literally known each other since you were in diapers, your moms had been best friends until his own had left him and his father, at least. You had been the one to help him through his mom leaving, you were the one who patched him up after fights with his father, and you were the one who always offered him a place to stay in your house despite knowing your father didn’t much care for him. You had loved him your entire lives, and he had not only taken that for granted but used that fact against you when you were at your lowest. In his desperation to keep you in his life, his deluded brain thought confessing his long-buried feelings and making a move was the right way to go. In reality, it had only pushed you further away. His stomach was tied up in knots at the thought of having been the one to cause you to cry.

The thing about JJ though, is that not only is he abominably stubborn, he is also eternally optimistic and his brain runs a mile per minute. Past the point of wallowing, now, JJ is plotting.

An idea came to light in his mind, a grin settled across his face and a theoretical light bulb appearing over his head, making Pope look worried, “We’re going to need a bigger chalkboard.” 

“W-What?” Pope stuttered, fear washing over him at the crazy look on the blonde’s face. That very same look has gotten Pope into trouble on more than one occasion, it screams that JJ has come up with some hair-brained scheme and he was about to pull Pope right into it alongside him.

“The sequel: How to mend a broken heart,” JJ smirked, throwing his arms wide open to punctuate his point. Pope’s eyes bugged right out of his head, of all the strange things JJ has come up with in the many years of their friendship, this might be the idea to end all ideas.

“Do you not think you’ve done enough, JJ?” Pope stared wide eyed at his friend, thinking of his other friend that is currently heartbroken due to the consequences of JJ’s last brilliant plan. 

JJ shrugged his shoulders, his fingers fleeting through his blonde hair, “But I can fix it.”

“Fix what? Y/n’s heart or Rafe’s heart because the only way you’re going to fix y/n’s is if you convince Rafe to forgive her for your stupid idea.” Pope says, and JJ pointedly looks away, jaw tense. He still hates Rafe Cameron, maybe even hates him more knowing that you’ve fallen for him. Thinking about Rafe Cameron kissing you, hands touching your body makes him sick. But, despite his shitty attitude and being the literal catalyst of your heartbreak, he loves you and he does want you to be happy. 

“I don’t have to convince Rafe of anything, all we have to do is help y/n convince him.” JJ retorted, “it’s a solid plan!”

“Really?” Pope gave him a look that said he didn’t believe him one bit, “And what about your feelings for her?”

“That door has closed,” JJ replied quickly, attempting to not convey any of the various emotions brewing in his mind, “I just want her to be happy” 

Pope looks at his best friend, wondering how they all got here. If everyone had just listened to him, he thinks, things wouldn’t be this way. They’d all be together, laughing around a fire, drinking shitty beer without a care in the world. But that line of thinking was selfish, he also thought. He knew how badly you wanted to love and be loved in return, and despite how it ended, the stupid bet had brought Rafe into your life. Pope sighed deeply, recognizing that Rafe was the one who made you happy and he would let himself be roped into JJ’s stupid plan if it meant he could help bring you that happiness.

“Not that I’m saying yes,” Pope started, as the grin spread across JJ’s face again, knowing he had won, “but, this time you’re going to butt out of y/n’s love life, alright? And no jumping down her throat if this thing does pan out. And, you have to prepare for it to work out, Rafe might be around more than we’d like.”

“It’ll be worth it, for y/n,” JJ’s grin falters a little, but only Pope who had known him for a decade would have noticed, “let’s mend some broken hearts.”

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[lunarliza]

JJ Maybank Must Die | Chapter 1: Popsicles

fuckboy!JJ x Reader 

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JJ Maybank is the island’s most infamous fuckboy- not that you ever cared. But when a group of tourist girls come to your surf shop crying to you about him, you agree to help them plot revenge. Sabotage is all fun and games, until you find that the playboy you were sworn to ruin happens to be falling head over heels for you.

Yes, this is based on John Tucker Must Die lol

note: so this is my second JJ fic! I’m so excited for ya’ll to read it. it’ll be more light-hearted and shorter than DLS :) 

“Come on... come on! This one right here let’s go!” you yelped. The crowd behind you was practically chattering on their fingernails. 

The seven year old boy in the water paddled as hard as his lanky arms could take him towards the daunting wave. 

“Now Gavin now! Stand up!” you shrieked as the boy hurriedly went through your instructed steps, tucking his knee, and thrusting upwards as the wave got close. Then, before he even realized, he glided rigidly along the wave as the board carried him across the water. 

“Hooray! Awesome job Gavin!” The flock cheered and rushed to pat the boy on the back, his dad lifting him up in his arms. 

The child scuttled towards you and threw his arms around your neck. You chuckled delightedly. “Alright everyone! That’s it for our surf lesson today. Be sure to check out the gift shop on your way out!” 

You waved bye to the guests as they made way to return their boards to the hut, some handing you rolled up cash, with thankful smiles. 

Once the coast was clear, you jogged back to the hut only to find Sophia, your best friend and lazy co-worker, lounging with her legs stretched on the checkout counter of the tiny surf shack. She hung a lollipop in her mouth while her eyes glued to her phone screen. 

“You know, when you asked me to find you a job, I actually thought you meant one where you actually work.” 

Sophia popped out the sucker and threw you a glare. “I did work! See!” she pointed her hand at the sign hanging beside the door that read ‘OBX Surf and Sports’, “I put that sign up this morning.” 

“It’s crooked.” 

“Bleh, bleh, bleh,” she mocked, “Nothing I ever do is good enough.” You chuckled and shook your head at her. 

You peered out the giant window at the front of the store, surveying the empty beach. This was going to be the rest of your summer. At sixteen years old, you were one of the Outer Banks’ surfing all-stars and spent your days working as an instructor for the second year in a row. 

Customers loved you and your ability to work with all ages rendering you the title of ‘Top Instructor’ at the shack- which didn’t mean much seeing as 90% of the employees were amateur teenagers. 

Nevertheless, you were determined to keep that title, as whoever brought in the most satisfied customers by the end of the summer wins a $5,000 scholarship. And you needed that money bad in order to attend your dream school: UVA. 

Along the beach, you caught a glimpse of your competition, Cody, and instinctly groaned. 

On any other occasion, you really didn’t care about what people did with their lives, but something about your arrogant, sleazy, five-foot-seven co-worker grinded your gears. 

He was always man-splaining to you and the other girls at the shack or kissing ass to your boss. And you knew well he was after the scholarship too- your scholarship. 

“Look at him,” you sneered to Sophia as she joined you at the window to death-glare the boy. He was prepping his group on the sand for their session and looked absolutely despicable in his shorts that were inches away from exposing his little one. Emphasis on the little. 

“Ugh, he’s making them do jumping jacks again,” Sophia pointed out, crinkling her nose, “God that poor old lady. Can he be any more extra?” 

“I need to look away, I think I might vomit if he ever flashed me.” 

Your best friend snickered at your hatred as you waxed down your board for your next lesson. “Did the group of girls check in yet?” you asked. 

“Yeah, they’re sitting and waiting at Eye Sickles,” she informed, referring to the popsicle food-truck next door. “I can’t believe they really signed up for the month-long surfing program. I didn’t know people actually paid for that.” 

“You’d be surprised. These tourists will buy into anything, trust me,” you said before heading out the door. 

You walked up to three tourist girls lounging on the fold-out tables and chairs at the food-truck. They were mindlessly typing away on their phones, looking as bored as ever. 

“Alright, do I have Annalise, Maia, and Arabella?” you announced with your work-smile on. They peered up from their phones and nodded with blank faces.

“Awesome,” you continued, trying to maintain your enthusiasm, “I’m y/n, I’ll be your instructor! I see you guys signed up for the month-long pro-boarding program which is great. Have you guys ever surfed before?” 

“Nope,” a blonde girl replied, “Our parents found this online and said it’d be good for us to learn while we’re here. We’re from Richmond, Virginia.” 

“Oh cool!” you jeered, the fake zeal was oozing at that point. “Well, I’m happy to be spending the summer with you guys. I’m going to have you guys grab a board and we’ll head down to the sand to go over the basic motions.” 

The trio followed you into the hut and picked out a board from the beginners section. You noticed the blonde one giggling with Sophia at the stand for a bit before joining you on the sand. She had a leader-like quality to her while the two other remained quiet but friendly. 

“Alright so, just for formalities, who’s who? That way I can identify you better,” you asked as the girls situated their boards along the shore.  

Not shockingly, the blonde extended her hand to you first. “I’m Annalise,” she greeted a little sullenly. You shrugged off her attitude, attributing it to her being a bougie tourist. 

“I’m Maia,” a tall, jet-black haired girl said next. She had a very athletic body and came off as the quietest one of the group. 

“And I’m Arabella,” the last one chimed in. Her hair was a fiery orange and she had piercings run along her ears and nose. 

“Alright cool! So now, we’ll start off with the movements you’ll go through once you hit the water. You want to start off flat on your stomach and paddle towards the waves. Make sure you have full control of your board at all times,” you began as the girls copied your demonstration on their own boards. 

You heard sniffles come from the group, but ignored it to continue your spiel. You could hardly read any of their expressions through their giant, bug-eyed sunglasses. 

Just as you were about to explain the importance of balance- you favorite part of the lesson- you saw the blonde sit up on her board in irritation and start sobbing through her glasses. 

“Annalise come on, it’s not worth it,” the tall one, Maia, reasoned as the Annalise shook her head furiously. 

“I can’t do this right now,” she cried before bolting back towards the shack. 

You watched her in utter confusion. “Was it something I said?” you asked the remaining two. 

The orange one shook her head and gave you a sincere look through her glasses. “No, she’s just really upset about this guy,” she turned to her friend, “Come on, let’s go check on her.” 

At that point, you had no choice but to follow the group towards their distressed friend. This was definitely coming out of their session time. 

The three of you plowed up the sand to find the girl, Annalise, sprawled on Sophia’s shoulder at the tables as she cooed her like a baby. You wanted to cringe. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. He’s a piece of shit anyways! Trust me, he did the same to me too,” your best friend comforted and petted the stranger’s yellow hair. 

“What’s going on?” you questioned at the scene. Sophia glanced up at you with a pleading look. 

“It’s JJ.” 

Oh brother. This dude again. JJ Maybank was the Outer Bank’s most infamous fuck boy. Him and his friends threw parties all the time at the Boneyard- ones you have yet to attend- and he effortlessly earned his reputation by sleeping with any girl he could get his grubby hands on. 

By this point, he’s broken half the hearts on the island with girls moaning and groaning about him left and right- Sophia included. You remembered her wailing the day he ghosted her after they did the nasty. It wasn’t a pretty day... or week for the matter. 

You didn’t understand what the big deal was with the guy. You’d gone to school with him since the first grade and he’d always been that guy that rolls in the mud during playtime in elementary school. And he still was that guy to this day.

You heard all the cringey lines he’d pull on girls at school that would get them swooning and you swore he was running a voodoo business because no one in their right mind could fall for that. 

But everyone did. Except for you. 

“What? Did he ghost you too?” you gestured towards the wrecked weeping girl.

She nodded and blew her boogers into the tissues Sophia brought out. 

“I-I, well, we met him at a party this weekend and he took me to this little hideout on the beach. He told me that he never met anyone like me before and said all this other shit. Then we had sex there, which I never do in public, and he said he couldn’t wait to see me again. And he never called me after!” 

Though you thought her public display was a little too... public, you did feel sorry for her. The guy was a tool, and these tourist girls, especially, didn’t know any better. 

“Don’t worry,” Sophia assured, resting a hand atop hers, “he did it to me and everyone at school. We all fell for the trap.” 

Maia and Arabella joined the sitting girls in a piled group hug as the ones in the center sputtered in tears together. You couldn’t bear to watch, but for Sophia, you awkwardly joined in anyways. 

The rest of the surfing session consisted of the girls pulling up their own chairs and  bad-mouthing JJ, along with all other men, as everyone licked their popsicles. 

You sucked on your mango one, not minding the little break as it was the easiest $150 you ever made. The girls weren’t as hoity-toity as you first thought. They apologized for wasting your time and promised to leave five-star reviews about you. Even better. 

As evening rolled in, you found yourself laughing and joking around with your new-found friends. They told you wild stories of their private school shenanigans back in Richmond while you and Sophia filled them in on life at the OBX. 

“This day was incredible,” Annalise beamed, dazed after her fourth popsicle. “Can’t believe we all bonded like this over a guy,” she chuckled, “I just... gah, I wish we could get him back somehow. Make him feel how we feel!” 

“You should,” you agreed, “Why don’t one of you guys go to the parties and try to seduce him and then leave him hanging? The trick with men is to withhold sex from them and they’ll be helpless.” 

Everyone’s face lit up in excitement at your idea. “No, totally! We could definitely do that!” Sophia exclaimed with wide eyes. “So who will it be? Who’s our hamster?” 

“Not me,” Maia objected almost instantly, “I have a boyfriend back home so no seducing will be done on my part.” 

“Arabella then,” Annalise suggested, nudging the girl beside her. 

“Alright...” she agreed, fiddling with the string of her bathing suit, “I guess I could take one for the team.” 

“There we go!” you cheered, “You just march straight into that party, grind on him a bit to leave him hanging, then proceed to embarrass the shit out of him! Problem solved!” 

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note: do not worry! more drama to come 

chapter 2

[thatshiscigar]

new body — jj maybank

requested by anon: heyy, i was wondering if you could maybe write an imagine where y/n just moved to the obx and is super unfamiliar with the obx and knows no body. and one day she’s sitting on the beach listening to music and jj asks her if she wants to hangout w the pogues and they end up dating and it’s just all fluffy? (lol sorry ik that was long) but love your writing and only do it if you want! mwah🤍

warnings: mild swearing, underaged drinking

wc: 2.9k+

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The bright sun beamed down on your warm skin as you laid out on the beach, the sound of the ocean and feeling of the sand in your hands calming your nerves. It was only your first weekend in the Outer Banks, and you hadn’t really gotten out onto the beach yet, due to the moving and unpacking that required your attention. Your family had to make the move from the mainland to the beautiful beaches because of your mother’s promotion with the Thornton’s Family Business. You didn’t know anyone here, but you did know that the Thornton's had a son that was your age, but you don’t really want your first friend to be a stuck up snob who can’t think for himself. You never resonated with the rich lifestyle. The country clubs and yacht clubs didn’t appeal to your sense of adventure and need for liberation. You wanted to get your hands dirty and feel the adrenaline of doing something your parents would never approve of. 

“Heads!” You were pulled out of your relaxation by the loud yell, but only for a second before a volleyball came hurling in your direction, almost coming in contact with your face. You collected the ball in your hands, regaining your composure.

“I’m so sorry, you good?” He sounded scared, and genuinely worried for you, a stranger. 

“Yeah,” you said, handing the volleyball back to him. 

“Thanks, and I’m sorry about that, you can’t take them anywhere,” he said with a fond look, jutting a thumb back to his friends. He lingered for a moment, taking in your new and unfamiliar presence. He had never seen you around before, which made him curious as to what you were doing on the island. He wanted to know more. He didn’t know what this feeling that spread across his chest was, but he liked it, a lot. 

“JJ!” You heard his friends call for him, giving you a name for the boy in front of you. His eyes widened, his face now displaying his realization for how long he had been standing there. It wasn’t long, but it was long enough to make you lightly giggle at his state. He started to walk away, but he didn’t get very far before he turned back to you. 

“Hey, um,” he started, his voice low. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you answered cooly, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Well, Y/N, do you wanna come play volleyball with us? We’re always looking for another player.” He gestured back to his friends, letting you see the four teenagers waiting for him. 

“Sure!” You beamed, excited at the chance to make some new friends. He stuck his hand out to help you up from your spot on the sand, and walked you over to where he and his friends were playing volleyball. He introduced you to his friends, Kiara, Pope, John B, and Sarah, and he introduced them to you. They all said their collective “hello”s and “hi”s and you all got to playing. It was Pope, John B, and Sarah against you, Kie, and JJ. You all played a fair game, and by the time the sun was set, you all decided it was time to call it a day. In the end, you, Kie, and JJ won. You three celebrated, teasingly rubbing it in Pope, John B, and Sarah’s face. Once you all settled down and got ready to leave, JJ walked you to your car. 

“Y’know, I had fun with you today,” he said reflectively, 

“Me too,” you started. You took a breath before you began again. 

“I don’t really know anyone on the island, so it was nice to have someone to spend the afternoon with.” You shot him a smile, silently thanking him for inviting you to play volleyball. 

“Are you here longterm, or are you just visiting?” JJ asked. He had to know before he could let himself fall into these feelings he was developing for you. 

“I’m here longterm.” The statement put JJ’s mind at ease. 

“My mom got a promotion, and it moved us out here.” You finished with a breath. 

“Well,” JJ began as you reached your car. “If you ever need someone to show you around, I would be more than happy to be your guide,” he said with a smirk. 

“I’d like that,” you said with a smile, walking over to the drivers side. 

“Really?” JJ said with surprise, but he quickly played it cool. 

“Uhm, I mean, yeah, that’d be cool, I guess.” JJ looked off into the distance, running a hand through his hair, really trying to sell the cool guy persona. He broke out of it when he heard your laughs. 

“Here,” he handed you his phone. “Put your number in it.” 

“Hmm, very straightforward, I like it,” you teased as you did so, giving it back when you were finished. 

“So, when will I get to see you again?” JJ inclined as you got into your car. You rolled down your window so you could answer.

“Whenever you text me, slick,” you said tauntingly. The car erupted into life and you drove away, leaving the blond boy behind, a smile displayed on his face. 

JJ knew he had to make you his. He had never felt this way about a girl before, especially in such a short amount of time. You made him feel alive. You added so much color to his life in the few hours you were together, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He immediately took out his phone and texted you, excited to see you tomorrow. 

-

You pulled up to the address JJ had texted you the night before, and saw an old shack. It was cute and modest, but it could definitely use some sprucing up. 

“Hello? JJ?” You called as you stepped out of your car. You took a few weary steps towards the front door. Unexpectedly, the door swung open, revealing who you were looking for. 

“Y/N! Welcome to the Chateau!” JJ announced as he walked up to you, arms wide in the air. 

“Hey, JJ,” you chuckled as he swung his arm over your shoulders. You liked the feeling of his arm there, you realized. It made you feel safe, being that close to him. 

He walked you into the small house, seeing everyone you met the day before. You said hi to the room, hearing a chorus of greetings back. The keg sitting on the table in the middle of the room caught your eye. 

“Alright,” John B grabbed everyone’s attention. “Let’s roll.” John B and Pope got the keg as everyone else made their way to the door. 

“Wait, where are we going,” you looked up and asked JJ, still under his arm. 

“The Boneyard,” JJ said cheerfully. “It’s an old beach where we throw our parties.” He could see the stress in your eyes. 

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fun,” he whispered to you, and in a split second decision, he delivered a small kiss to your forehead, attempting to soothe your nerves. He gave you a shy smile, trying to read if he shouldn’t have done that, but he could see that the small action had lifted your weary thoughts. 

You all piled into the old van, and drove off towards the destination, JJ’s still arm over your shoulders. He liked having you close to him, and you liked the feeling of protection JJ provided you with. The Outer Banks was a new environment to you, and now that you had someone on your side, you felt more at ease. 

The party was in full swing now, not that it took that long. People were piling onto the beach, which was littered in old logs and twigs. You were standing with JJ and John B at the keg, taking in the scene before you. There were many drunk teenagers dancing along to the music and drinking their hearts out. You’d never seen anything like it. Sure, you’d been to parties back on the mainland, but none of them looked like this. 

“Hey!” Kie grinned as she walked up to the keg, Sarah by her side. John B filled up their cups, and Sarah grabbed yours from your hand, giving it to John B to fill up as well. 

“C’mon,” Sarah shoved the cup back in your hands. “Let’s go dance,” she hiccuped. She took your hand in hers, and led you out into the crowd. You looked back to JJ and waved, to which he raised his cup, giving you a silent “goodbye, and good luck”. 

You, Kie, and Sarah were in the middle of it all, dancing and sweating like no other, the alcohol aiding in your confidence. Back home, you never would have gone dancing. You were more of a wallflower when it came to parties, but you felt free here, in the Outer Banks. The new surroundings and new friends gave you a newfound sense of liberation. 

The night was winding down, more people going than coming, and you Kie, and Sarah decided it was time to head back to the keg to see your boys. 

“He likes you, y’know,” Kie slurred as she pointed to JJ.

“What?” You asked her, not letting yourself believe what you wanted to. 

“JJ, he won’t shut up about you.” She leaned down on your shoulder, keeping herself balanced, and you hooked your arm around her waist to help her. Your mind was racing, you couldn’t believe what Kie had just told you. Yeah, you liked JJ, but you didn’t think he liked you back. You thought he was just being friendly to the new girl, nothing more.

JJ saw you holding Kie as you made your way to the keg. He saw the way you were gentle with her and made sure she didn’t fall. You took care of her, and JJ couldn’t help but think about you taking care of him. 

“Hey, ready to go?” JJ asked as you walked up, snapping himself out of his thoughts. Pope and John B took Kiara from your grasp. You sighed out a quick ‘yeah’, suddenly feeling a blanket of tiredness lay over your body. JJ took your hand in his, and gave it a light squeeze, smiling down at you. 

“So, how did you like your first party in the Outer Banks?” JJ inquired. You pondered for a moment, deciding to test the waters for yourself. 

“It was good, wish I got to dance with you though,” you lightly taunted, your bottom lip jutting out slightly. A light chuckle came from JJ’s lips, and you noticed a look of adoration in his eyes. He raised your hand up to his lips, and placed a kiss to the back of your hand. He then twirled you around, ever so delicately, like he was afraid he’d break you. He was nervous, he didn’t want to scare you off if you didn’t feel the same way, but when you met him with a wide smile and bright eyes, he knew he was well on his way to making you his. 

-

It had been a few weeks since you had moved to the self proclaimed “Paradise on Earth”, and so far, it had proven its name. JJ had taken you to many spots around town, like The Wreck, the lighthouse, and the Hawks Nest, where he took you to see the stars late one night. But today, he was taking you on the marsh. It didn’t take John B much convincing to let JJ take the HMS Pogue out for the day, as John B saw how JJ looked at you, and he was excited for JJ to finally settle down a bit, and not go after anything with two legs and a heartbeat.

You and JJ had been out on the water for a couple hours now, swimming, fishing, tanning, and talking about anything either could think of. You felt unbelievably comfortable with JJ, even though it was still so new. In the beginning, you felt like a fish out of water, but now, it feels like this is where you belong. You were happy to call the Outer Banks home. 

The sun now was setting, and JJ was driving back to the dock at the Chateau. You were sitting at the bow of the boat, feeling the spray of salt water across your body. Your eyes were glued to the beautiful sunset before you, taking in your new, but homely, surroundings. JJ couldn’t help but look at you. You were so at peace in the Outer Banks, contrasting your nerves from your first Boneyard party. He was glad he was able to help you let go of all fret, and make you feel safe with him, and in your new home. 

JJ knew how he felt about you, he’d never felt this way before, but he knew what it was, and he had been waiting to feel this for some time now. He couldn’t let it sit inside him any longer. 

“Hey, Y/N?” He called from the steering wheel. 

“Yeah?” You turned to face him. 

“You up for one more adventure today?” He asked with a smirk on his face, like he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Your face lit up at the spontaneity, and you stood up from your spot on the boat and grabbed two beers from the cooler, handing one to him. You smiled as you clinked your bottles together. 

“Let’s go,” you said as you took a swig of beer, excited to see where JJ would take you. 

-

“Umm, JJ,” you started as he pulled up to a dock on the beach. “I’ve been to the beach before.”

“I know, I know, just wait,” he muttered as he docked the boat, tying it off. He jumped onto the dock and put his hand out for you to grab, helping you up. He guided you off the small dock and onto the sand, the soft particles slipping into your shoes. You walked for a bit, before JJ abruptly stopped and sat down, patting the spot next to him. 

The sun was almost done setting, a small line painting the horizon with purples and blues, the stars littering the beautiful picture. The waves crashing against the sand filled your ears, and you could taste the salt in the air. You could faintly smell JJ’s cologne from the crook of his neck. It smelled of a woody floral. Your hand was still in his, neither of you wanting to let go. JJ’s thumb moved across your knuckles, memorizing the way they dipped and rose. 

“JJ, what are we doing here.” Your voice was soft, hardly above a whisper. JJ took a moment to respond. He knew what he was about to do, and he wanted to make it as perfect as possible. 

“This is where we first met,” he turned to look at you with a soft smile, one that made your heart melt. The moon was cascading across his face quite impeccably, highlighting all his beautiful features. The soft wind was carding through his hair, messing up his already messed up, though sculpted, blond locks. He looked back to the waves before he continued. 

“Y’know, over the past few weeks, I’ve felt... different, and I didn’t know what it was at first, but now, I know.” He gulped down the stone in his throat and looked at you once more, but the smile had disappeared. The once joyful and playful look has been replaced with a hardened and serious one. He squeezed your hand, whether to let you know that you were safe, or to calm himself down, he didn’t know. 

“I like you, Y/N. I’ve liked you ever since I saw you.” His tone was cautious, but wanting. He searched your face for any sign of discomfort or rejection, but all his worries washed away when he saw your lips turn up into the biggest smile he’d ever seen. 

“I like you too, JJ,” you breathed out, tears welling in your eyes. JJ quickly reached up to your face, ready to wipe your tears. You let out a small laugh, loving the current situation. 

“Oh thank god,” JJ muttered to himself as he leaned down to deliver a kiss to your forehead, all his nerves, and yours, long gone. When he pulled away, he saw a rogue tear slip from your beautiful eyes, which he gently wiped away. You looked into each other's eyes for a moment before JJ leaned down to envelop your lips in his. The kiss was perfect. It was soft, yet passionate, filled with everything you and JJ felt for each other. He was careful with you, his arms softly wrapping around your waist, your lips still connected. Your hands found their way to his hair, playing with the stands on the nape of his neck. 

You broke apart for air, overwhelmed with all the positive emotions flowing through you. You rested your forehead against his, wanting to stay as close as possible to him. 

You wanted to stay as close as possible to him for as long as you could. Before that day on the beach, when you first met JJ, the Outer Banks were just a place to you, but now you had something here for you, tying you to the place. The Outer Banks were home now, and all it took was a volleyball almost taking your head off, and a very apologetic blond boy.

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[kies-carrera]

hi hi i don’t have many mutuals or friends on here, but the ones i do have i absolutely adore. here are some things about me ! if you would like to be friends or even murals please let me know. this site can be a bit lonely especially when sometimes theres people who don’t agree with you and think it’s okay to make assumptions about a person behind a screen. send a “💟” in the ask box !

basics

i’m sixteen! if that bothers anyone please let me know. just know that i will never reply to sexualized asks about celebrities, characters, or about anything in particular. i do not write smut, as someone who might identify as asexual and am still a minor, it makes me uncomfortable to write. so if i ever do drabble requests, there will never be a smut section. i’m asian american! ( biracial ) my mom is from south korea.

interests

i love photography and mostly work with film. if i ever post some of my photography, it’ll most likely be under the tag “izzie’s camera.” i am trying my best to take a college film course next year ( as i am will be graduating high school with my associates degree. ) i enjoy writing and editing. i love obx, raya and the last dragon, dawson’s creek, the witcher and more.

personality

i’m pretty blunt with my words, i don’t accept any form of bullying or negativity. i will respond in a respectful and orderly manner or i will completely ignore it as i never want to start anything. i’m very chill, but sometimes have a hard time socializing and my energy drains way too fast. once you get to know me i’m pretty open though <3

[moldisgoodforyou]

i’ll be waiting (part two)

gif from @toesure​

yeah so let’s be honest, I started writing part two only a couple hours after I posted the first part because I made myself too sad. reminder: this is not canon because it hurts :-) but it is realistic to what would happen if there was a breakup. if you haven’t already, read part one here!

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Charlie lifted her head to meet his eyes, trying to take in his piercing look. “I can’t be here for you, J. This is it. You deserve better.” 

“Fuck that.” He shook his head insistently. “I hardly deserve you as it is.” He pressed a firm kiss to her lips, needy. “I love you, Charlie.” 

She barely puckered her lips back, trying to keep her resolve. “I love you too. Always.” With that, she stepped out of his grip, though JJ fought it. “I should go.” 

“I’ll be right here.” He promised. “When you change your mind, I’ll be waiting.” 

Charlie nodded, biting her lip as she took in the sight of him, illuminated by the moonlight. “I’m so sorry.” 

He shook his head, unwilling to hear it. “I’ll be waiting.” 

With that she walked away, leaving behind the better half of her heart - completely shattered. 

Charlie pulled her jacket tighter around herself as she walked away from JJ, for what she presumed was the last time. As she realized the jacket wasn’t hers - it was one of JJ’s that she had kept for forever - she let out a short sob, kicking the front door of her house. She swallowed hard and roughly swiped her sleeve across her cheeks, trying to hide all evidence before she walked past her parents. 

“Honey, is that JJ’s car outside?” Her mom questioned the second Charlie stepped inside. 

“Yeah.” Charlie took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry again. “We broke up.” 

Her mom’s eyes widened in shock, jaw dropping. “You did what?!” 

“Suzie, give her space -” Her dad interjected, trying to diffuse the situation right away. 

“Did you - did he -” She fumbled with her words, trying to understand. 

Charlie frowned. “I broke up with him. It’s for the best.” She then headed upstairs, ignoring her mom’s calls after her. It took everything in her willpower to not look out the window toward JJ, to not run back out there and take it all back. 

_________

Meanwhile, JJ was at a complete loss. He had spent the past hour sitting out on the dock, alone, waiting for Charlie to come back and apologize, say she had changed her mind, that she was wrong. But he watched her go inside, head up to her room, and the light flicked off after only ten minutes. With a huff, he laid back and laced his fingers behind his head, staring up at the dark starry sky. 

A half hour later, the sound of the calm water lulled him to sleep. He was exhausted, emotionally, and just gave in to his heavy eyelids. Not much longer, he was startled awake by the sound of footsteps echoing off the dock. He sat up quickly, assuming he was about to be kicked off of private property. He paused before getting up, confused by what he saw. 

“Get up, honey.” Charlie’s mom stood there with a blanket in her arms and two water bottles. 

JJ slowly rose, shoving his hands in his pockets. His voice was rough as he spoke. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Walker, I’ll just go.” 

“It’s late, JJ, where are you going?” 

“Um…” he rocked back on his heels, dejected. “Back to Columbia, I guess. I dunno.” 

She tutted. “You’re not driving all the way back to Columbia now, it’s too dark. You can stay here tonight.” 

He shook his head quickly, raising his hands. “I really can’t, Mrs. Walker. I don’t want to intrude, and I just - Charlie won’t -” he choked up a little. “I can’t.” 

Her mom just gestured for him to follow her, heading up toward the house. “Come on, JJ.” 

After a moment, JJ finally followed. He stopped just shy of the porch. “I can’t go in.” 

“I figured you’d say that. You can stay on the hammock out here with the blankets and in the morning, you can drive home. Alright?” Her mom set down the blankets and the water bottles for him. 

He almost teared up again from the kind gesture, hesitantly stepping up to the hammock suspended on the porch. Her mom gave him a warm smile. “If I hear your car starting up in the middle of the night, I’ll be mad at you. Got it?” JJ laughed softly, nodding. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, Mrs. Walker. Really. For...for everything.” He frowned, just realizing that saying goodbye to Charlie would mean saying goodbye to her family too. 

“Oh, honey.” Her mom pulled him into a short hug, then patted his back. “It’ll be okay. Goodnight, JJ.” She ruffled his hair before letting go and going back inside, leaving the porch light on for him. 

__________

JJ left early in the morning, leaving the blankets neatly folded in the hammock. The drive gave him just enough time to dream up a plan on how to win Charlie back (from what, exactly, he still wasn’t sure). He texted her the second he arrived back in Columbia, like nothing had ever happened. 

JJ: Made it back safe

Charlie didn’t respond until the end of the day, just liking the message. A response. That was good enough for him. Over the next three days, he continued texting her updates of what he was doing, asking questions to try and get her to reply. She kept it short and to the point, trying to make it clear she was making space between them. After the fifth text of the day - at 11am - Charlie called him. 

“JJ, please.” She started the call once he picked up, sounding slightly exasperated. (Nothing he hadn’t dealt with before, he thought. He could work with that.) 

“Please what? Just needed to know if you liked the blue shirt or the black shirt better for my interview.” He kept his tone bright and cheery, although just hearing her voice made his heart start hammering against his chest. 

“Isn’t it a phone call?” 

“Well - yeah, but you know. In case they switch it to a video call last minute, you know.” 

She laughed quietly. “Alright. Blue. It makes your eyes brighter.” 

He smiled upon the sound of her laugh. “Okay. How’s your day been? You come back to Columbia tomorrow, right?” He persisted, trying to draw out the call.

“JJ…” she sighed, softly. “We need space if this is going to work.” 

“Well it’s not going to work.” He replied firmly. “You and I both know we’re better together than we are apart.” 

Charlie just sighed again. “I don’t want to distract you before your interview. Good luck, JJ.” 

He didn’t miss the purposeful lack of a nickname on her part. “Okay, I’ll let you know how it goes. Talk to you later.”  

“I’m sure you will.” She hung up before he could drag out the conversation any longer. 

______

JJ continued his constant check ins, wording his texts just so to get a reply from her. She could ignore him, of course, but her willpower wasn’t strong enough for that. She was stuck between frustrated that he wouldn’t just let her go and also appreciating how hard he was fighting to keep them together. By the end of the week, she cracked. JJ was staying at a friend’s house for the summer until he figured things out with a potential job opportunity, not wanting to go back to the OBX just yet, and it was her last week in Columbia before her lease ended. She knew she had to at least give him another chance while they were close enough to talk it over in person.  

She texted him, trying to keep it short and sweet. 

Charlie: Can you come over 

JJ responded in a split second with ‘be right there’, like he was just waiting by his phone for a text exactly like that. He was in the middle of replying to a email about another possible interview, but fuck it, there were more important things to do. He scrambled out of his bed when he got the text, shoved his feet into sneakers, grabbed his keys, and drove like a bat out of hell. 

He felt like he was going to throw up as he pulled into her driveway, the anxiety washing over him again. It was easy to have a bold confidence about their relationship when he was texting her, but seeing her in person was a whole different story. Charlie opened the door just as he stepped onto the porch and they just stood there for a moment, taking in each other’s appearance. JJ felt another wave of hurt wash over him as he was reminded of the first pain he felt when he heard her words only a week ago. 

Charlie broke the silence first, almost shy. “Will you come in?” 

He nodded quickly and jammed his hands in his pockets before following her into the house, willing himself to not just give in right away and throw his arms around her. He wanted nothing more than to make it work, but he was still upset, and she had hurt him with little more than a meager explanation. She sat on the couch, drawing her knees to her chest, and he followed, distancing himself with a seat on the opposite end. 

“Can I -” 

“I want to -” 

They spoke at the same time, then gave each other short smiles, tension broken a little bit. “You first.” JJ offered. 

“Okay. Right. I’m sorry.” She nodded, letting her eyes fall to the couch cushions as she spoke, almost all in one quick breath. “I was...no, I am scared. I’m going to be thousands of miles away and that’s not fair to you. And you’re going to find someone better than me, and I don’t want to hold you back.” She finally lifted her gaze. 

“What?” JJ replied dumbly, unsure if he heard her correctly. “You...you think I’ll find someone better?” 

“Well, yeah.” She shrugged, as if she had come to terms with a fact. “Someone that’s not so far away.” 

“Oh, Charlie.” He murmured, reaching out for her hand. “I don’t think I could find someone better if I tried. Is that really how you feel?” 

She softened, stretching out her arm just enough to lock her pinky with his. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to let you go, I just...I can’t hold you back.” 

JJ straightened slightly, cocking his head. “So you’re not breaking up with me?” 

“No, I -” She barely got the words out before he practically launched himself at her, tackling her into a tight hug. It took her a moment before she laughed and curled her arms around his waist, allowing a couple repressed tears to fall. “I’m sorry, I’m a fucking asshole, aren’t I?” 

“God, you scared the shit out of me.” JJ mumbled against her collarbone, not wanting to let her go for a second. “I’ve been crying myself to sleep the whole fucking week, Charlie.” He lifted his head just enough to catch her lips in a soft kiss and she responded quickly, taking a moment to kiss away a few tears of relief that rolled down his cheeks. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I fucked up, I really did.” She lifted a hand to comb her fingers through his hair, keeping him close. 

“You can’t do that again. You have to talk to me, sweetheart.” JJ implored, resting his head against her chest. 

“I know.” She repeated. “I love you. So, so much.” 

“I love you too. I told you I’m here for you, Charlie, I meant it. No matter how far apart we are.” 

[obxparadise]

Rebel Love Song

JJ Maybank x Female Reader 

Word count: 3,836

~JJ’s had enough of his abusive father and life on the Cut, so he tries to convince you to run away with him~

Song: Rebel Love Song by Black Veil Brides 

A/N: Leave a comment please :) 

*GIF is not mine, but found on Google. Creds to the owner!*

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I cannot hide what’s on my mind

I feel it burning deep inside

A passion crime to take what’s mine

Let us start living for today

“You are a worthless piece of shit.”

“Shut up!”

“Your mama knew!”

“Shut up!”

JJ’s fist strikes his bedroom door, although he wishes it were his father’s face. It probably wouldn’t be as painful, and he’d feel good about it. But his dad would retaliate like he always did, and JJ’s face couldn’t handle another black eye or split lip. Luke had already done a number on his face twenty minutes prior.

Luke turns up the volume of whatever rock song is playing throughout the house, and JJ clutches the sides of his head, digging his palms into his temples, the thoughts in his head drowning out the song. What the hell was he listening to anyway? Judas Priest? Black Sabbath? He had no fucking clue.

He should be used to it all by now. The loud music. The constant drinking. The verbal violence. The physical abuse. The mental manipulation. It’s been going on for years. And there’s no way to stop it.

The cut on JJ’s lip burns as a salty tear mixes with the dried blood. He drags his fingers across the bottom of his lip, wincing. Thirty grand in restitution for a boat he didn’t even sink. He should’ve seen the punch coming, anticipated it as soon as he slid in the passenger’s seat of the beat up pick up truck. But it happened so fast, over and over, until Luke’s knuckles were painted red with blood.

He doesn’t regret taking the blame, though. Even if he now has to scramble to come up with thirty thousand dollars, JJ’s glad that he did the right thing for once in his life. Pope was a good kid, had too much to lose. But JJ? He had nothing.

The music dies down in the living room and JJ peers toward the door, heart hammering against his chest as he waits for Luke to bust into his room. His fists are balled by his sides, ready to attack if necessary, but the door never opens.

JJ takes it upon himself to crack open the door, just enough for him to peer out into the living room and see Luke passed out on the sofa. Empty beer bottles are scattered along the coffee table and a pill bottle is just barely sitting in Luke’s hand that dangles off the couch. Just another typical Tuesday in the Maybank household.

It’s times like these JJ wishes he wasn’t an only child. Although he’s glad no one else is subjected to Luke’s abuse, the house gets lonely. Talking to his father is impossible. His mother is nowhere to be found, and he resents her for leaving him to live with a monster, to fend for his life.

He could always talk to his friends, though.

Ah, scratch that. They’re all busy tending to their own lives.

Pope’s in and out of scholarship interviews.

Kiara’s working overtime at the Wreck.

John B is glued to Sarah Cameron’s hip.

But there’s one more person left. One person that would always make time for him. One person he could confide in no matter the circumstances.

JJ retrieves his phone from the back pocket of his shorts, typing out a quick message.

Can you meet me at the dock?

He smiles as your name pops up on the screen, promising to meet him in ten minutes.

~

You watch from afar as JJ stands at the edge of the dock throwing rocks into the bay. The sun has begun to set, the sky now painted a light orange and pink, and there’s a slight chill in the air thanks to the open water. Tugging the sleeves of your hoodie down to cover your hands, you shuffle quietly along the wooden boards.

JJ’s body instantly relaxes when your arms circle his middle, forehead resting against his back. The cologne on his body mixed with his natural scent is what keeps you still against him until he turns around to hold you. He needs this hug. You can just tell.

“I owe thirty grand for sinking Topper’s boat.” His voice is defeated, arms limp around your body.

Wherever trouble was, JJ found it. He was always getting into scuffles with the teenagers on the other side of the island, parents turned their noses down at him, and the cops had no problem blaming JJ for crimes he didn’t commit. The boy was an easy target.

You shake your head, refusing to believe his story, but asking the question anyway. “Why’d you do it?”

JJ pulls away, stuffing his hands in his pockets, eyes downcast on the dock. He doesn’t want to tell you the truth, but you have a guess as to who he’s protecting. “Just sick of everyone treating us differently because we live on the poor side of the island. Money isn’t everything, but it’s all these people on Figure Eight know.”

He’s not wrong. The rich kids on Figure Eight can’t separate fantasy from reality. They’ve never known struggle. They’ve always had designer clothes, food on the table, a roof over their heads, plus the perks. Motorcycles. Boats. Cars. Status. Friends. Opportunities. So much more than the average person could afford, or wish for.

And you were one of them.

It’s a wonder how you and JJ became friends. You knew of his hatred for rich kids before you’d even met him. But JJ saw something in you. You weren’t like the rest of them. You had a pure heart, kind soul. Being rich wasn’t a personality trait for you.

“I just,” Dragging a hand through his hair, JJ gazes at you sadly. His frown tugs at your heart. “I just want to get away, you know? I can’t hide it, but I’ve had thoughts about leaving the Cut, the OBX in general.”

Now that’s something you never would of thought would come out of JJ’s mouth. He lived and breathed the Outerbanks. He didn’t know anything else.

“Where would you go?”

He takes a seat on the end of the dock, feet dangling just above the water. You join him, sitting close, head on his shoulder, toes skimming the cool water.  “Paris. England. The Yucatan,” JJ chuckles, nudging you. “That’s long term.”

“What about now?”

JJ exhales, thinking hard. “Maybe Florida. Or Texas. California, possibly. I want to go somewhere warm, like OBX, with a beach and some palm trees,” JJ looks down at the top of your head, resting his cheek on your hair. Your presence calms him. “And I’d take you with me.”

He knocks the breath out of you. You were never one to plan for the future, but the future is all JJ can think about it. And he sees you in his future, wherever he decides to be. How could you possibly tell him that the life that was destined for you would always be in the Outerbanks, breaking his heart in the process?

“Don’t you want to start living? The way we want to?” JJ asks softly, fingertips grazing your leg. Goosebumps rise on your skin at his intimate touch.

“I already am,” you say, considering his words. “My life is here, JJ. I can’t leave it behind.”

“No, it’s not,” JJ retorts instantaneously, voice unwavering. “This life you’re living? It’s not yours. It’s your parents’.”

Bringing your knees to your chin, you reposition yourself to look at JJ, whose staring out at the bay, blue eyes scanning the water, tuffs of blonde hair dancing in the breeze. It’s the first time that night you really took notice of his face. Dried blood dots the corner of his mouth, and a purple bruise rings around his eye. There’s a tick in his jaw and his fingers drum quickly on his leg. He’s tense. “How so?”

He’s never been anything other than blunt. He hides nothing, letting you know how he thinks, what he feels. “Because you don’t stand up to them. They drag you to yacht parties on the weekend because you’ve never told them who your real friends are. They think Susie Milligan and Delia Pratton are your best friends, except they have no idea that you can’t stand them and would rather be surfing with Kie and John B. They make you stay in and study your dad’s old college textbooks, convinced you’re going to be the world’s greatest attorney, but you complain to Pope that the material is dry and you’ll never be happy working as a prosecutor.” Pulling a cigarette from his pocket and then lighting it, JJ takes a drag, puffing out the smoke before turning to face you. “You let them dictate what should be your life. What is it that youwant to do? You never talk about the future, but one day it’ll be here, and it’s sooner than you think.”

His eyes are focused as he waits for you to consider his question. The truth is, you know what you want, but you’ve never said it aloud. No one ever cared to ask, except for now. Except for JJ.

“I want to be a marine biologist,” you’re confident in your answer, and it leads you to spill more. A weight lifts off your shoulders. “I want to go to school in Hawaii or Australia and learn about animals, nature, sea life. I want to surf, fish, and wear flowers in my hair, embrace my free spirit.”

JJ’s smile encourages you. Opening up to him is so easy because he understands. He listens. And he wants the same freedom as you do. The only difference is, JJ will chase after his dreams.

“I want to learn how to play guitar, climb a mountain, run a marathon, learn Chinese, ride in a hot air balloon,” you take a second to catch your breath, feel the chill of the breeze on your legs. “I want to find love. Maybe get married, have a kid or two. Adopt five kittens. Build my own home with a pool that has a waterfall. I want to try escargot, visit a rainforest, and see the Northern Lights. I want so many things, JJ.”

“Then let’s do it,” JJ says, standing and pulling you to your feet. A smile lights up his face as he grabs your hands in his. It’s the happiest you’ve seen him in the last hour, but it contrasts with what you feel inside. “Let’s start living.”

~

Never gonna change my mind

We can leave it all behind

Nothin’s gonna stop us

No not this time

“Hawaii, huh?”

You look up from your soup. Kiara leans against the bar top, watching you curiously. JJ has gone off to the bathroom, the perfect opportunity for Kiara to grill you with questions.

“He seems pretty adamant,” she remarks, flipping hair over her shoulder. “What’d you say?”

The spoon clinks against the metal bowl as you set it down, dabbing your lips with a napkin. “I didn’t answer.”

“Don’t you think you should?” Kiara asks, playing with the beads on her bracelet. “From what JJ said, he seems pretty sure that wherever he goes, you’re following.”

“Oh, he’s set on us moving to the west coast, but I can’t just leave the OBX,” you counter, shoulders slumping. “My life is here.”

“Then why did you tell him all the things you wanted to do if you don’t ever plan on doing them with him?”

The million-dollar question.

“Because I knew he’d listen,” you say quietly. “I didn’t think he was serious about us leaving together, though. We’re sixteen, Kie. What sixteen year olds do you know drop everything and leave their home behind? And besides,” your laugh comes out strangled, “My parents would never let me leave. You know how they are. They don’t even like that I’m friends with JJ. They think he’s trouble, a bad influence. How do you think they’d react if I just up and left with him?”

Kiara leans in close, whispering, “That’s why you don’t tell them.”

You roll your eyes as Kie laughs. “I’m not going to change my mind on this, Kiara.”

Her face turns serious as she chews on the corner of her lip. The gears turn in her head as she contemplates. “Would it matter if I said JJ’s in love with you?”

Your eyes roam her face, waiting for a laugh, a smile, a teasing wink, but her composure is kept intact as she stares at you. Your face falters. “He—what?”

She nods. “What boy asks a girl to travel the world with him if he’s not in love with her?”

Color creeps up your neck, mouth dry, heart beating irregularly. Your body is jelly, almost sliding off the bar stool, but you slink back further into the chair, hands gripping the arm rests. “Are you sure?”

“If I was a gambler, I’d bet it all. That’s how sure I am.”

“I—no,” you dig in your purse for some cash, slapping the bills down in haste. “I’m either going to disappoint JJ or my parents, and I can’t disappoint my family. So, no, JJ being in love with me doesn’t change anything,” you say, exhaling a breath. “I’m not going with him.”

“Well, that’s good to know.”

Kiara’s eyes expand, and you freeze. JJ’s boots pad against the floor as he pushes through the front door, angrily stomping into the night. You thank Kiara for the dinner before rushing outside to chase a visibly irritated JJ.

“JJ, wait!” Your hand clamps down on his shoulder, spinning him around. The look on his face is disheartening. You try to cradle his cheeks, something you normally did to comfort him, but he pushes your hands away. “Please, stop.”

“You were never planning to come with me, were you?” JJ questions, twirling a few of the rings on his fingers. “You were just…what? Entertaining me?”

“JJ, my life is here, in the OBX!” The words that use to flow perfectly off your tongue don’t even sound right anymore. Part of you doesn’t believe them. “I can’t just leave it all behind. And my parents…God, JJ, they’d never let me go with you. I mean, we’re so young.”

JJ nods, although he doesn’t understand. He knows you. He knows your heart. He knows where you really stand. But he can’t persuade you anymore than he’s tried. “I’m taking my dad’s boat and I am leaving tomorrow. I’m getting out of here because I know what I want and nothing is going to stop me.”

JJ turns, and your heart squeezes as you watch him leave. Your fingers twitch, begging to reach out to him. This can’t be it. He can’t be leaving you. “Is it true?”

He stops in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder.  “Is what true?”

You choke back a soft cry, voice croaking. “Are you in love with me?”

JJ faces you, staring absentmindedly. He wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms, kiss your breath away. But he keeps his distance, shoving his hands back into his pockets, whispering, “It doesn’t matter, because it wouldn’t be enough, anyway.”

~

Back home, you’re surprised to see your parents still awake, chatting softly at the island in the kitchen. You hastily wipe away any leftover tears before they can hound you with questions.

“You’re home late,” says your father, giving you a look. He’s the stricter parent of the two. “I assume you have a good reason?”

You keep the conversation short. “I got caught up talking to JJ. I lost track of time.”

Your mother wrinkles her nose, wine sloshing in her glass as she takes a sip. “How many times have we told you to stay away from that boy, Y/N? He’s trouble.”

“He’s not trouble,” you fire back, wishing you had come up with a lie instead of telling them the truth. “You’re just judgmental.”

“That’s enough,” your father snaps. He runs a hand over his tired face. Being an attorney has aged him ten years. And to think he wanted to send you down the same dreadful path. “I’m having lunch tomorrow with DA Lance Nicholas. I figured you could come along, ask him some questions--.”

“No.”

Your mother stares at you quizzically. “No?”

“Is tomorrow a bad time?” asks your father, loosening his tie. “I’m supposed to meet with him next week as well, if that’s better for you.”

You feel the rage building up inside of you as you remember JJ’s words. You let them dictate what should be your life. What is it that you want to do? “No, dad, there will never be a time that’s good for me to meet the DA, because I don’t want to meet him. I don’t want to be a lawyer.”

You’re sure they’ll yell, give you a hard time, but the laughs that come out of their mouths are surprising. You don’t understand why they’re laughing, but you’re determine to stand your ground, speak up.

“You’ve never once asked me what I wanted to do with my life.”

“Well, yes, because—.”

“Because you planned it for me.”

Your mom glances at your dad, unsure of how to continue the conversation. “Sweetie--.”

“I’m not going to law school,” The light dims in your father’s eyes, face growing red as your tone grows serious. He’s silent, but it doesn’t scare you. “Because I want to be a marine biologist.”

“Honey, listen,--.”

“I want to travel, see what the world has to offer me. I’m tired of being your puppet. I’m tired of pretending to like Susie and Delia. I’m tired of going to stupid yacht parties with out of touch rich people. I’m tired of reading college textbooks about a career I don’t even want while I’m still in high school. This is my life, and you don’t get to choose how I live it.”

Your mom speaks up after what feels like an hour of silence. Her eyes are full of sorrow, voice low, disapproving. “What happened to you? You’re so…outspoken.”

“It’s that damn Maybank kid,” your dad’s forceful voice cuts right through you. He slams his fist on the counter, startling your mom. You stand your ground, unflinching. “I always knew he’d corrupt you sooner or later.”

“Corrupt me?” A laugh escapes you. He can’t be serious. “He helped me, dad. He taught me to stand up for myself, which is what I’m doing right now. He taught me that there’s a life outside of our world in Figure Eight. JJ helped me realize that I don’t belong here,” your mother’s face drops. Guilt briefly flickers across your face. “I belong with him, wherever he goes. Whether it be California or Texas or Hawaii. I belong with him.”

“You are sixteen years old,” your father reminds, looking at you in disgust. “You have no clue what you’re talking about or what you are doing. Go on, get out of my sight.”

You shake your head, turning your back on your parents. It didn’t matter what they said. They wouldn’t be able to stop you from chasing your dreams, from living your life the way you wanted to. They could say you were too young, too naïve, until they were blue in the face. But you know what you want, and no one, especially not your parents, would stop you.

~

So take your hand in mine

It’s ours tonight

This is our rebel love song

Staring down at the note in your hand, you exhale a sigh before dropping it on the kitchen counter. You sign it with a kiss, letting your family know you love them, before venturing outside, quietly closing the door behind you.

The last night in your house was spent packing, constantly checking that your bedroom door was locked to keep the helicopter parents away. There wasn’t much you could fit into the duffel bag, but you squeezed as much as you could, the contents varying from clothing to toiletries to small mementos you didn’t want to leave behind.

The plan was to surprise JJ at the dock. Tugging your duffel higher onto your shoulder, you walk with a content smile.

When you reach the dock, your heart rises to your throat. JJ stands with his back to you, one foot on the dock, the other in the boat. He’s ready to take off, and your legs break out into a sprint, daring him to leave you behind. “JJ!”

The voice makes his ears perk up. He turns, wide-eyed, smile brighter than the gleaming Carolina sun. JJ’s heart swells as he watches the girl he loves run after him, one hand waving frantically in the air, the other tugging the bag higher on her arm.

“JJ, wait!”

But he’s not going anywhere. He’d never go anywhere without you.

You drop the bag onto the dock, launching yourself into JJ’s body. He wobbles slightly, arms coming around your middle, pulling you as far into his chest as you’ll go. You fit perfectly.

“You came,” JJ breathes into your hair, kissing your forehead. The soft pecks are quick, friendly.

It’s not enough for you, though.

You grab his cheeks, pressing your mouth to his, hard. Your heart reacts, beating wildly. The feeling in your body, the sensation you get from kissing JJ, it feels like sunshine. Warm. Blissful. Happy.

There’s no hesitation as JJ kisses you back. His hand creeps up your spine, pressing you impossibly closer to him, almost as if he’s testing to see if you’re real.

It’s all real. You, the kiss, the moment.

He pulls away, slightly breathless. His eyes flicker to the dandelion lying on his drawstring bag, and a smile tugs at his parted lips. He’d picked it for you on his way to the dock, just in case.

“It’s true,” JJ says, reaching down to tenderly pick the flower. Doe-eyed, you watch as he tucks the dandelion behind your ear, shielding the stem with a few strands of your hair. “I am so deeply in love with you.”

“And you were going to leave without ever letting me know.”

“A part of me hoped you wouldn’t let me leave without you,” JJ answers, helping you settle into the boat.

“You’re right,” you smile. “I couldn’t let you leave without knowing I’m in love with you, too.”

The kiss that follows is better than the first. It’s softer, more intimate, and it feels like a rainbow.  

It completes him.

It completes you.

After grabbing your bag from the dock, you help JJ untie the boat before joining him at the wheel. The boat rumbles to life, sailing slowly across the open bay. A new life is just in the distance.

“You ready?” JJ asks. There’s nothing in his eyes other than hope, nothing in his grin other than happiness.

Taking his hand, you smile. “I am now.”

[0itmelex0]

Apollo and Pope for the couples ask game??

ah yes, my new bois! the bois i won’t get to properly write for until the next season maybe, depends on how tf this next season goes. love them

some responses are long so it’ll be under the cut fhdhdh

Who said 'I love you' first?

i feel like apollo would. pope dealt with such mixed signals from kie that he wouldn’t want to jump the gun in the next relationship and that there’d might be that little voice of doubt of if apollo really does feel the same and what not. when it felt right to apollo, he’d say it first not only because he really means it, but also to help put pope at ease and hopefully get rid of any doubts on either end

What was their first date like?

does hanging out, getting drunk, and breaking the no pogue on pogue macking rule count?

Do they live together? If so, who does what chores?

these two are teenagers, they ain’t living together fhdhdh. if they were to ever live together though, it’d probably be a mix of both of them doing chores, but mostly pope because apollo be messy

What are some of their pet peeves with each other?

pope can barely deal with how messy apollo can get with certain things. like apollo can leave a kitchen in shambles after cooking, yet can have his room just be immaculate 24/7

with apollo, there’s not much about pope that bothers him but sometimes, he just wishes the boi would be chaotic af without being under the influence of anything sideyeing that crashing the car scene in season two 👀

Who is the mature, sensible one?

pope all the way… more like 80% of the time actually

Who is the fun, spontaneous one?

apollo is like on jj levels of dumb of ass chaoticness. boi be a big dumb dumb who wants to have fun

What do their friends/family think of them?

i mean… it’s sort of hard to say now with not be able to plan for when they’re actually together since yknow, no season 3 yet. but i feel like everybody would be confused why pope is with the dumb of ass boi that apollo can be

Biggest most romantic gesture one has made for the other?

closest i got to one especially with not being able to plan properly is that pope mentioned offhandedly one time there’s this bakery on the mainland that has the best chocolate chip cookies and banana cream pie, but it’s like a 7 hour drive to get there and usually, the pies sell out in like the first couple hours the bakery is open, if that. apollo decided that night that he’d take the last ferry to the mainland for that night and drove the whole ass 7 hours straight to get there right before they opened in order to buy as many chocolate chip cookies and banana cream pies he could afford multiple dozens of cookies… like 3 pies and drove all the way back and returned to obx with pies and cookies in hand so pope could eat his favorite chocolate chip cookies and banana cream pie… oh and this is before they get together btw… this pre show shit

What about PDA? Do they only ever hold hands or stand close, at ease in each other's personal space or do they make out in full view of everyone?

by the time they’d actually get together, apollo just wouldn’t give af. he’d have a full on make out session in front of everybody if pope ever wanted. realistically, they’d have the type of pda where one is sitting on a log or chair with the other on the ground around a fire, and the one sitting on the log/chair would have their arms wrapped around the other with their chin resting on the other’s head… if that makes any sense

Do either of them get jealous? (Of close friends/amicable exes/anyone who is nice?)

i don’t think so. apollo isn’t the jealous type plus they have the same close friend group and apollo doesn’t have any amicable exes that pope would need to worry about

[collecting-stories]

Stormy Weather - JJ Maybank

Request: could you possibly do something similar to the story where jj is afraid of the storm but switch it so jj comforts the girl instead?

A/N: I threw in a CHUD reference because my favorite thing about JJ is that we have the same taste in movies. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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“What was that?” You asked, jumping at the sudden screeching noise that rang through from JJ’s phone. He grabbed it from the coffee table, nearly yanking the charger out of the wall in his haste, and slammed his thumb against the side to quiet the device.  

“It’s just my phone,” He promised as the noise abruptly stopped. The ringing continued in your ears as he unlocked the phone to read the notification, “storm warning I think?”

“Storm warning?” Realistically, you knew that it was a matter of hours, maybe minutes, until Agatha touched ground but you were still hoping that something would verve her off-course. Send her down to Georgia or Florida. You’d settle for South Carolina at this point.  

“Yeah. It says-”

“No. Don’t tell me what it says.”

JJ reached for your bare thigh, his warm hand coming down on the skin and rubbing as soothingly as possible. “It’s okay, it’s not for Kildare County yet.”  

“Yet?” You nearly shrieked at the word. JJ knew you hated storms, you had explained on multiple occasions how bad your anxiety got during storms and he tried, he really, really, tried, to be considerate and thoughtful but sometimes he just ended up sticking his foot in his mouth.  

“Hey, you’re fine.” JJ tried to point out as you got up off the couch and crossed the living room to the large bay window. The sky was already starting to get dark outside and you couldn’t tell if it was from the hour or the storm. Clouds blocked any view of the sun and the wind was starting to pick up. Soon it would rain and then the storm would start.

“I’m not fine JJ. There’s a hurricane coming. I know that. What if it hits here? What if it rips a tree out of the ground and throws it on top of the house? Then what?” You questioned, listing one of a dozen scenerios that were playing out in your head.  

“Babe, you need to-”

“Do not tell me to relax.”

JJ got up and crossed the room, hands fitting their place on your shoulders as he tried to steer you back toward the couch. “I was gonna say that you need to move away from the window. That isn’t gonna help you feel better.”

“I hate storms.”  

“I know.”

“And I hate weather alerts. Why do they have to alarm like that?” You took a deep breath, “what did it say?”

“It wasn’t for our county.” JJ replied.

“JJ, what did it say?”

“Flood watch. And severe storm moving inward.” He admitted.  

“Oh my god.”

“Hey, come on, come with me. Away from the window.” He pulled on your shoulders just enough to get your feet moving again as he finally walked you to the couch.

“JJ-”

“You don’t need to see the storm, that’s not helping you. Just sit on the couch and let me do everything else.” JJ replied, sitting you down on the couch. He grabbed his phone and started to push the coffee table out of the way.  

“What are you doing?”  

“You’ll see. And you’ll feel better, I promise.”

“I hate storms.” You paled, leaning back against the cushions and looking up at him.

“I know.”  

“I hate hurricane season.”  

“I know that too.” JJ said. He stopped rearranging the furniture and leaned over to kiss you, soft lips pressed against yours before he pulled away, “it’ll be okay.”

“You shouldn’t have to babysit me either. I know John B asked you to surf the surge with him. You should be out having fun not sitting in the house with me.” You had been feeling guilty about calling JJ to come over ever since you had heard John B in the background of the call bitch that they were supposed to surf when Agatha hit. JJ had chosen you over his friend though, coming over and condemning himself to a night of calming you down as you freaked over an uncontrollable storm.  

“There is no where I would rather be than right here with you in the house okay?” JJ promised, “who gives a shit about surfing the surge.”  

“You’re a very good liar.” You teased, watching him continue to haul the kitchen chairs and table into the living room. When he got close you reached your arms out for him and he let you hug him, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.  

“It’s cause I’m not lying. Now let me go so I can get stuff together.”  

“Okay.”  

“You’ll be okay, I’m right here.” He reiterated as he left the living room for your bedroom down the hall.  

“Can you talk to me while you’re getting stuff?” You called, knowing the house was too quiet to distract you from the storm without constant chatter.  

“What do you want me to talk to you about?” He called down the hall. He was currently stripping the blankets and pillows off your bed, trying to hold them all in both arms so that he didn’t have to make more than one trip.  

“I don’t know...anything.”  

“I went to queen village this morning to get bait with Pope and I was getting ice and the guy that works there, you know the one who hates me?” He questioned, pausing as the comforter slipped from his arms.  

“He hates you because you stole from him like four times.” You reminded him, leaning back against the arm of the couch and stretching to lay down.  

“He can’t prove it.”

“I don’t understand why he still lets you in the store.”

“Because he can’t prove it.” JJ repeated. “Anyway, I’m getting ice right and he tells me that the ice cup costs money!”  

“Yeah, it always does. That’s why I bring my own water bottle when we go there.” You replied as he came in and deposited the blankets and pillows on a chair.  

“Whose side are you on?”  

“Yours, obviously. So what happened?” You asked as he left down the hall again.  

“So I’m getting ice and he tells me the cup costs money so I said ‘but the ice is free?’ and he says ‘ice is free’. So I made a little pocket with my shirt, like so,” JJ lifts the hem of his shirt up to fold over so he can demonstrate the pocket for you. “and I emptied the cup into my pocket and he told me that the ice costs money!”  

You laughed, easily imagining your boyfriend trying to hold a cupful of ice in his shirt to avoid paying, “then what?”  

“Then I said that he was being a bitch because it doesn’t cost shit and he just said so!” JJ grabbed your arm, “come over here.”

“What are you doing?” you asked as you let him guide you over to one of the wing chairs your mom had inherited.  

“Constructing a fort. Sit.” JJ instructed, sitting you down and going back to his story, “so I tell him he’s a bitch and he said he would call the cops if I didn’t leave the store! You imagine him ringing Peterkin or Shoupe just cause I wanted some ice! It should be free!”  

“It should be but it isn’t. You know that guy is a stickler, why argue?”

“Because I’m right and he’s a douche!” JJ replied, obviously still heated over the whole ordeal.  

“I know I asked you to tell me a story but I’m thinking that maybe this wasn’t the story I wanted you to tell me.” You laughed, getting up to hold the sheet in place as he clipped it to the chair. He had pushed the table against the couch and thrown the comforter over it like a roof. Now he had the chairs lined up with their backs to each other, forming the tunnel.  

You moved onto the next part of the fort, grabbing for the sheet as thunder clapped outside and you jumped, suddenly aware again that the fort and the story were all just fancy distractions meant to draw your attention away from the outside. Before you could abandon the task to flock to the window JJ was there beside you, pressed against your back as his arms wrapped around you and he kissed your shoulder.  

“We’re okay.”  

“It sounds really bad out there.” You mentioned, looking to the closed up windows.  

“We’re okay.” He repeated, “we’re safe.” He moved his hands to cover yours, stepping away enough that he was no longer embracing you. “I’ll do this, you make popcorn.”  

“I thought I was supposed to be relaxing?”  

“And you will after you make popcorn. You make it better than me!” He insisted, pushing you toward the kitchen.  

“Okay but then relaxing. This storm is-“  

“We’ll be fine, I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about.” JJ called after you as you walked into the kitchen and grabbed the sauce pan to start popcorn. You were certain you were in for a creature feature and you thought maybe seeing Shockma or CHUD or some other monster flick would help ease the worries you had about the outdoors. Maybe JJ was on to something after all.  

“I didn’t tell you the end of the story!” He exclaimed suddenly, appearing in the doorway. “So-“

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[poguesofthebau]

unofficial

a/n: this was supposed to be a request, and then i got really off track, and decided i would make it a prompt instead, then got off track again, and this is what we ended up with. 

summary: you and jj, who are unofficially dating, get into a fight, so you seek chaos out by messing around with kie. word count: 2.6k

parties at the boneyard were always your favorite. somehow so many people always ended up there, and it was the most entertaining way for a teenager to spend a summer night in the obx. so when kie had the idea to throw the kegger, you were more than enthusiatic. things had been getting a lot more intense around you pogues lately, and this kegger was going to be your opportunity to bounce back.

the past few days had been nothing short of hellish. john b had set his sights on finding lost treasure, and things had somehow become even more complicated between you and jj. the two of you had been playing a game of romance tag, or ‘will they, won’t they,’ as kie liked to call it, for the past few months. jj was scared to commit to something really serious because of all the issues he already had, and you were scared to end up with a broken heart. regardless of these problems, the rest of the pogues didn’t really understand why jj hadn’t put a (metaphorical) ring on your finger yet. so you kept playing the game-- sleeping in the same bed after a party and waiting until one of you caved and touched the other, subtle kisses and touches when your friends weren’t paying too much attention, being there when one of you needed the other. it was everything a relationship would consist of without the title. 

and, apparently, without the commitment, either.

a few days ago, you’d walked into The Wreck to see kie during her shift because you knew how dead it could be on wednesdays, and immediately regretted it. you were met with the sight of jj leaning against the bar, playful little smirk on his face, talking to another girl. she started laughing at some comment jj had made just as you stepped through the door, her hand raising to graze his bicep.

you wanted to rip her hand off her arm.

making your way further into the restaurant, your gaze didn’t leave jj and the girl, but you saw kie step out from the back out of your peripherals, witnessing the situation before her and knowing what was about to happen. “uh oh,” kie breathed, getting settled behind the bar to watch the show that was about to start.

“oh, really, jj?” you’d call out to him when you got a few feet closer. “this is what we’re doing?”

the blonde would jump at the sound of your voice, immediately recognizing the trouble he was about to be in. for a second, he looked remorseful. he knew he’d been caught, and even though he wasn’t really doing much, and never would’ve let it go very far, he knew he’d fucked up. but, in classic jj fashion, the look of regret quickly morphed into one of anger and defensiveness. if you were going to be pissed, he was going to be pissed too. “who’s this?” the girl would ask, looking to jj for an answer. when his mouth opened to answer, your hand shot up to stop him.

“no one,” you’d say, looking jj in the eye so he got the message. “no one.”

and after walking out of the restaurant, you avoided jj completely for the next two days. kie came to your house a few hours after the incident as a sort of peace coordinator, but you weren’t really interested in communicating with jj right now.

in a way, you felt like by ignoring him, you were giving him a taste of his own medicine. the timeline of your relationship with jj had basically been controlled by jj, because you always wanted to let him make moves on his own time. he wasn’t really a relationship kind of guy, so you never wanted to force him into anything he wasn’t really interested in. eventually, the trust between you grew to the point where he could communicate his feelings about his dad toward you, something he couldn’t do with many people. the one thing he could never communicate, though, were his feelings about you. every time you thought you might be getting somewhere with the “what are we?” conversation, he dodged it. so you’d settled with just being his something, because it was arguably better than being just friends.

after seeing him let someone he barely knew get so close to him so quickly, you were done. if he wanted to play a game, you were gonna play the fucking game. after the move you were about to make, there would be no more games. it would all come to an end after this, and you’d finally find out who won.

you didn’t have time to execute your plan right away, because of john b’s treasure hunt. no worthy candidates around, no moments of opportunity, nothing. so you waited it out, and you were glad you did, because it gave you the time you needed to realize who your perfect candidate was.

that night at the kegger, you were finally going to make your move. it was your turn, something jj clearly knew by how little he had tried to interact with you over the past few days. there was only one person left that you had to clue in: kie.

kie was undoubtedly the best way for you to get under jj’s skin. you and kie had initially hit it off when you first joined the pogues, something none of the boys had expected from either of you. it didn’t last long, though, as you and kie both agreed that it was probably safer to let you get settled into the friend group before making any more big changes. the two of you became best friends, so platonic that both of you sometimes forgot that you’d ever seen each other in a romantic light. funny enough, that ‘no more big changes’ thing wouldn’t last long, and you wound up with jj in the end anyway. but your brief romance with kie was something that still got on jj’s nerves every now and again. for that reason combined with the fact that jj would never try to fistfight kie like he would any random guy (he wouldn’t hit a girl or another pogue), you decided to use her as a little motivator for jj. you didn’t like seeing him with that other girl, and now you were gonna show him how it felt.

when you told kie about your plan, she laughed in your face. “i’m not getting involved in that, dude. no way.” okay, so maybe she was a little too informed to walk right into world war iii between you and jj, which might present a problem.

“okay, kie, but think about it! we could both benefit from this if we pull it off,” you insisted, knowing she’d catch on to what you meant. everyone had begun to notice pope’s little crush on kie in the past couple of months, but no one but you knew that kie actually reciprocated those feelings. “all we have to do it get jj and pope both to see us, and it’ll start more than one conversation. this could be your opportunity to fuck with pope enough to finally force him to grow a pair.”

kie would narrow her eyes at you in warning, and you’d throw your hands up in surrender before waiting nervously for her final answer. her look softened a little as pope sprinted by you, laughing loudly as a soaking wet john b chased him. she looked back to you, sighing before shrugging. “so what’s the plan, genius?”

all it took was a little intimate dancing, and maybe a few grazes of the lips, to get the boys’ attention. your ass was pressed into kie’s front, slowly grinding to the loud music someone had started blaring at the boneyard. you had a red solo cup in your left hand as you danced with kie, and a few seconds later john b passed the two of you with an impressed guffaw, handing her a joint and winking. john b was never really a fan of the no pogue-on-pogue macking rule, and he’d secretly routed for you and kie when you first joined the group. you heard a lighter being sparked, and a few seconds later a puff of gray smoke was floating past your head. you straightened out so that your face was closer to kie’s, and she put the joint to your mouth when you turned your head toward hers. taking a pull from the joint, you locked eyes with jj from a few yards away. your body was still grinding against kie’s, and you smirked devilishly when he frowned angrily at the sight. you blew jj a kiss before spinning around so that you and kie were now face to face. “you got eyes on yours?”

she snorted, bringing the joint to her lips once more as her eyes fluttered closed. “he’s been staring at us since we were by the keg. first he looked like he was going to cry, and now he seems to be panicking. i’m so excited to see what happens next,” she recounted with a giggle, her eyes darting back to where you assumed pope was standing. “and i see jj is fucking pissed.”

“yup,” you’d grin, running your free hand through your hair. “maybe we won’t even have to kiss or anything. i’m thinking he might come over here before that point.” the sarcasm in your word was evident, and kie laughed at it.

“there’s no way i’m kissing you, sweetheart. i’m smart enough to know that some things might make jj rethink his policy on hitting a girl, or a pogue. littering, loitering, locking lips with his girl. just a few simple ones!” you were both laughing loudly now, and you brought a hand up to brush a curl out of her face. “one thing i will do, though, that might make jj and pope come over here quick...” she leaned forward then, lips brushing against your shoulder as you sucked in a breath. your head tilted back to give her more area to work with, and your eyes sunk shut against your will. “is he looking?” kie muttered against your skin, eyes flickering to your face with a smirk.

your eyes fluttered back open, darting around to the area jj had stood a few moments earlier, you didn’t see him at first, and then you spotted him. you hadn’t seen him because he’d been moving. moving quickly, and moving toward you. “i don’t know about pope, but we’re getting a visit from jj righttttt abouttttt--”

“what the fuck is this?” jj said lowly as he reached you, a hand locking onto your arm and pulling you away from the other pogue slightly. kie slowed her motion, glancing at jj with her hands up, indicating that she wanted peace. jj didn’t even look at her, his eyes not leaving yours as she slowly backed away. you distantly heard pope call her name, but quickly snapped back to jj when he spoke again. “are you fucking serious?”

“am i serious? really jj? fuck you,” you spat, pulling your arm from his grip and beginning to walk toward a quieter part of the beach. “you can have fucking tourists hanging all over you 24/7, left and god damn right, but i can’t dance with my best friend?” you knew you were downplaying what had just happened, but, to be frank, you were sick of waiting for jj. you needed to say something that would finally crack him open. you had no choice.

“that was not fucking dancing, y/n! that was-- that was fucking ridiculous!”

you stopped in your tracks, spinning to face him again. “why do you care? huh?” time for the fireworks. “it’s not like i’m your girlfriend, right jj? so why are you so bent out of shape over it? i’m not yours.”

“shut up! shut up, y/n!” he’d yell, taking a few steps closer to you as he spoke. you gave him the middle finger, turning again to continue walking away from him. you needed that joint back. but before you could take any steps, jj had caught you by the wrist and spun you back around. he yanked you into his chest, placing a hand on either side of your face and tilting up your head. “you are so stupid,” he muttered, eyes darting between your lips and eyes.

“i’m not stupid,” you argued quietly. “i’m not your girlfriend, and you’re not my boyfriend, so you can fuck around with tourists, and i’ll--”

“stop, y/n. will you fucking stop?” when you opened your mouth to argue more, jj groaned, and pulled your face to his. he kissed you for what felt like forever, and you almost forgot how absolutely pissed off you’d just been. jj finally pulled back again, his thumbs moving back and forth on your cheeks as he looked at you. “i don’t want the tourists, you idiot. i want you.” your hands moved to cover his, pulling them away from your face and trying to drop them once they’d been lowered. his fingers laced into yours, though, and he wore this desperate look that you had never seen on him before. “please, y/n, jesus christ.”

“the girl. the girl at the restaurant was all over you, and you were just letting her and--” he cut you off, vigorously shaking his head.

“she was telling me about some surf shop on the coast of the mainland her brother owns,” he finally explained. “she said she could get me a discount on a board. i know it was stupid. i--” he sighed, rolling his eyes at himself in embarrassment. “i wanted to get it for your birthday.”

your heart dropped at that, finally understanding the situation. jj was still an absolute moron, but he was a moron with pure intentions. you closed your eyes in relief as the situation all began to make sense, stepping closer to jj and resting your forehead on his chest. “i’m an asshole,” you whispered into his t-shirt, causing him to squeeze your hands in disagreement. “i didn’t even think that maybe--”

“no, no, y/n. i shouldn’t have been doing what i was doing. and i definitely shouldn’t have gotten so stupidly pissed at you for checking me,” he admitted. “and, honestly, you’re right, anyway.”

you pulled your face out of the cocoon of his body, looking up at him. “right about what?”

“you haven’t been mine,” he said shortly. “i was too much of a bitch to admit it, and it’s stupid, but i know it’s true.” he looked down at you, smiling as he slightly flushed over the intimacy of the moment. “i know you’re it for me, and i was scared. but you know what? i’m not scared anymore.”

pride flooded your body, finally seeing that one part of him that he had been too scared to reveal before. “i’m glad you’re not. it wasn’t a good look on you, surprisingly.”

“hey, watch it,” he warned, loosening his grip on your hands as he pouted. you laughed, shaking his hands to get him to regain his grip on you. “hey,” he said again, seriously this time. your eyes met, and he spotted a glint in yours that he hadn’t seen before. “be my girlfriend.”

“you sure? that’s a lot of commitment there, mr. tour guide.” he’d just look at you, unimpressed at your jokes and slightly impatient. “of course, i’ll be your girlfriend. can i at least break up with kie first?” his eyes would widen at that, drawing another laugh out of you. before you realized what was happening, jj had you thrown over his shoulder, and he was running into the water. “this is not what good boyfriends do, jj!”

“yeah, you should know, i’m gonna suck at this whole boyfriend thing!” and then he tossed you in, clothes and all, as the rest of the party goers screamed in support and began to join you. 

[andrew2luv]

OBX: An Outer Banks Story (Season 1 - Episode 4)

“Parker. Hey. Parker.” “Huh?” I look up from my bowl of cereal.

“Everything alright?” Grams sits down across me.

“Yeah.”

“Do you work today?”

“Yeah. I Gotta be going soon. I’ll be gone late though. Big party at the club.”

“Oh yeah. The big 4th of July party. They’ve had it every year since I was a little kid.”

“You’ve been?” “A few times. Mostly when I was younger.” I look down at my cereal. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Hey!” Taylor runs up to me once I get off my bike. “So I can’t talk long, but when you’re done helping set up the bar, come to the kitchen and help me with the desserts.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Then we can talk.”

“Talk about what?”

“Just some OBX drama.”

“Oh…?”

“Sorry. Gotta get back before I get yelled at.” She runs off.

“Hey, Parker. Can you go and grab some more champagne flutes in the back?”

“Sure.” I head out of the bar.

As I walk down the back hall and towards the storage room, I see Rafe. He’s standing at the other end of the hall, wearing shorts and a tank top. He looks sweaty, his hair slightly messy. He just smiles. I take a deep breath, smile back, then continue into the back room. 

“You’re not gonna say hello?” I turn around and see Rafe walk into the room.

He closes the door. He looks at me and gives me that smirk that really hits me in the gut. That’s when I notice his hand.

“What happened?” It’s black and blue, very similar looking to my hand.

“Oh, just a stupid thing.”

“I didn’t think you were the stupid kind.”

“Ha. Funny.” He steps up to me. “Now, are we gonna keep talking and do something else?”

“Well… I’m kinda working right now.”

“And…? You should’ve come last night” He moves forward and begins kissing me.

I quickly get into it and run my hands down Rafe’s body. We slam our bodies together. I can feel his bulge rubbing against mine. It feels so good. I can resist him. The more he pushes up against me the more I want him. His sweaty smell only makes me want him more. Rafe doesn’t waste any time as he slides one of his hands down my pants. The second his hand touches my penis I feel my entire body shoot with electricity. He starts moving his hand up and down. I tilt my head back and he starts to kiss my neck.

“Shit!” The backroom door opens and my boss is so surprised by what he sees he jumps back and closes the door.

“Oh shit!” I yank Rafe’s hand out of my pants. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” “What?” Rafe doesn’t seem scared at all.

“What? What?” I”m starting to panic.

“It’s not like he’ll say anything. He’s scared of my father.”

“Rafe!” My god he’s stupid. 

“What?”

“Just go!”

“Why? Let’s just finish.” He licks his lips and steps back towards me.

“No!” I push him back. “Are you kidding me? If I don’t get fired it’d be a miracle!”

“Eh. You can just find another job. There’s plenty.”

“That’s not the point! My god are you always this entitled?”

“Me? Entitled? At least I’m not some psycho punching random people up!”

“Psycho? Me?” I can feel my blood boiling. “From everything I’ve heard about you, your dad, and the things you’ve done it’s an actual miracle your not in jail!”

“Fuck you! At least I’ve got a dad around. God knows where yours is. Probably a back alley shooting up!”

It all goes away. That last bit of rope holding me back vanishes. Everything that keeps this specific part of me away goes away in that instant. I find myself charging at Rafe. One hand on his throat. I grip it tight. I push him back and against the wall. He starts wheezing for air. My mind is telling me to stop. It’s telling me to stop and take a deep breath. But my body is on autopilot. 

“Stop. Please.” Rafe manages to whisper.

Something in Rafe’s voice. Something in it. The sadness. The fear. It hits me like a freight train. I immediately let go of him and he falls to the floor. All of me starts coming back. I start feeling so bad for what I did. All I want to do is apologize over and over, but my body is shaking and I’m scared as hell. I open the door and step out. My boss is standing right there, looking angry.

“I know. I’m fired.” I say before quickly walking off. 

I begin walking quicker and quicker. My feet are on fire. I can’t stop. I make my way out the back and to my bike. Just as I’m getting on my bike, Taylor runs out. 

“Everything okay Parker?” She looks concerned and a bit scared.

“Um…” I don’t know if I can speak right now.

“Did you hear about JJ?” My mind goes to the darkest place it can go once I hear that. A too familiar feeling starts to rush through me. “He’s in the hospital. Someone beat him up badly last night.”

I say nothing. I just get on my bike and ride off. I ride off with all the energy I have in me. Emotions start hitting me in waves. One second I’m pissed. Then I’m sad. Then I’m scared. My anxiety is going through the roof. It starts to get hard to breathe. Things start to get blurry. I quickly pull off to the side of the road. I jump off my bike and go straight to my knees. Everything is falling apart. My brain is going to fifty different places at once. My body is shutting down. Is this what my life is? Is this what I’m always going to be?

“You okay?” A voice scares the bejesus out of me and I fall onto my butt. “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” It’s a girl. Dirty blonde hair.

“I...I…” Each time I try to speak it hurts my throat and my chest.

“I think you’re having a panic attack. Wait right here.” She runs off and comes right back with a bottle of water. “Have small sips.”

I take a few, finding my body to calm down just a little.

“Just focus on your heart. Feel it beating.” Her voice is soothing to me. “Feel the air flow into your mouth. Feel your heart beating. Feel the air come out of your mouth.”

I start to feel my body relaxing. My muscles some to calm. My chest is just aching lightly now.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” She smiles and takes a seat on the ground next to me. “I’m Sarah.” She sticks her hand out.

“Parker.” I shake her hand and she smiles.

“As in the Parker who knocked out Kelce?” I just smile. “Well first, good on you. I’ve never like Kelce. He just does whatever my brother says without a second thought.”

Brother? Rafe’s her brother? That Sarah? Oh shit!

“Second, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot from Kiara and John B.”

“Hopefully good.”

“Oh. Definitely. We were actually just talking about inviting you to a boat day we’re gonna have once JJ’s out of the hospital.”

“Oh. How is he? I was just on my way there.”

“He’s beaten up badly, but he’ll survive. He’s a tough guy. It would take a lot more to take him down.”

“Yeah.” That makes me smile.

“So… you want a ride there?” She helps me up to my feet.

“No. It’s fine. I can bike…” I look over to my bike and I guess while I was freaking out I let it go down a hill and run into a tree. “Oh…”

“Let me give you a ride.”

“Thanks.” We get in the car. 

“So…” She looks at me and I can see she’s thinking about something.

“I know. That was nuts. I’m sorry we had to meet that way. It’s just that…”

“You don’t need to explain it to me. It was not nuts. It was human. Sometimes we have bad days. Trust me, I understand.”

“Thanks.”

“And actually, I was gonna ask you if your little attack was about JJ?”

“What? Why would it be about JJ?”

“Well, it was pretty obvious with the way you were worried about him, then your face when you heard he was alright. It’s pretty obvious he means something to you.”

“I barely know him. He’s just a friend.”

“Yeah…”

“What?”

“It’s fine. I won’t say anything.” We just smile. “You know… John B and I barely knew each other and I knew I had fallen for him.”

“But… what if…” I stop myself and she just looks over to me.

“It’s never as complicated as it seems. Just listen to what your heart is saying. The heart knows before the brain.” 

“Has anyone ever told you you sound like a Hallmark card?”

“Once or twice.” We laugh.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem. I’ll text you the detail for the boat day. It’ll probably on Saturday.”

“Sounds great. It was nice to finally meet you.”

“And you too.”

“And… thanks for the help?” “About the panic attack or JJ?”

“Thanks.” I step out and she drives off.

I step up to the hospital, the first time I’ve been to one since…

It feels weird. It’s not the same hospital, but it feels like it is. I look as people come in and out. Some looking happy. Some looking sad. Even a few looking mad. It all just strikes me in a weird way. I hadn’t even thought about a hospital since that night. It still feels like it was the other day. Like my life had just been turned upside down yesterday.

But then I think of JJ. I want JJ to know that I came. That I care. And if I don’t go in, he’ll never know. He’ll think I didn’t care. 

So I step forward. The doors slide open. Then, just as I’m about to step in, an ambulance drives up. The siren hits me like a brick to the head. The EMT’s pull out a man on a gurney. It feels just like before. My chest is aching. My brain is going in fifty different directions. But this time, one voice in my head is louder than the others. It’s telling me one thing. It’s shouting it over and over. It’s screaming into my bones. It’s smacking me upside the head. It’s stabbing me in the gut…

RUN!

And I listen…

[yourlocalauthor]

Adore You PT.2

Pairing: Topper x Reader

Summary: Reader moved to the OBX two years ago. One year in she started dating Topper Thornton. Our once feisty reader, is now struggling with an identity crisis (this is shit but its 230 where i am)

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warnings: Drugs and Alcohol, and some cursing. That should be all.

Additional: This part two go read part one . tagging @goddsquad again because one of her posts inspired me to do this

Part 1

Things were finally good. For the first time in two years you weren’t desperate to get off the island. Things were very different for you, and you didn’t mind it. Last year after that night, you and Topper hung out. Matter of fact you had begun hanging out with your brother’s friend group. He wasn’t happy, but you were able to black mail him over your knowledge of him and his new found love for cocaine. Although he swears it was just the one time. So life began to change a little bit for you. That summer was magical, and you owed it all to your drunk self walking in on your brother doing a line of coke. You had begun dating Topper in late July. Since then things had only gone up hill for you, at school people were actually talking to you. You had actual kook girls talking to you, and deep down you knew they were doing it because of your boyfriend, and/or brother. The brother part wasn’t new to you though. But being Topper’s girlfriend wasn’t easy; you had a new reputation to uphold, his family’s. You didn’t think much of it, until his mother pulled you aside one day. Topper’s mother scared the shit of you. She always gave you this glare, even before you even knew Topper. You were fairly sure she was a part of the neighborhood women who enjoyed talking about you. Your suspicions were only confirmed when she talked to you. She told you to put away the whole charade, act like a real lady, and to stop dressing like a whore. When you got home you cried for hours, but you loved Topper. You loved him so much that you would put up with it. So you changed yourself, your bright eyeshadows were saved for going out and partying, the little gemstones you’d stick to your face were in a drawer collecting dust, no more low cut shirts, or low coverage bottoms. There were days where you’d look in the mirror, and a stranger would be staring back at you. And it was foolish, how less then a year ago you didn’t care what anyone on this stupid island thought of you, but ever since people started to acknowledge your existence in a somewhat positive way you missed having that attention. You didn’t want it to go away, so you did what you needed to. You didn’t expect him too, but Topper started to notice. He’d ask about it here and there and you’d tell him you just didn’t feel like going through the whole process of getting ready. He believed you and then you’d get back to whatever the two of you were doing. And it worked for the two of you, and you weren’t exactly sure what love felt like but this felt like it. So you were willing to do whatever you needed to, to stay with him.

Dinner parties you hated them. Always had, and probably always will. But the thing with suddenly becoming a part of the elite of the elite Kooks, was they threw a lot of them. Coincidentally the Thorntons had this huge party, every year where practically everyone on the figure eight was invited. You remembered the one last year, you were in New York much to your mother's dismay but it was your best friend’s birthday and you wouldn’t miss it for the world. But of course you couldn’t skip it this year. You dreaded Friday evening, looking for an excuse to get away but of course the time came and you had to start getting ready.

You needed to be simple. You never thought you’d think like that, but here you were. You had gone out towards the mainland, last weekend with a bunch of your ‘girlfriends’. The only reason you were all friends was because your boyfriends were all friends, and it worked ever so slightly. You all were able to benefit each out, in your case they were able to help you dress for the occasion. They helped you pick out this flowery flowy white dress, it ended just about your knees, it had a scooped neckline that didn’t show off too much, and it had little sleeves. Deep down you hated how boring it was, but the only thing running through your mind was ‘Mrs. Thornton would love this.’ You hated to admit it but you’d do anything to impress her. Your friends helped you buy some Anastasia Beverly Hills palette, they said the neutrals would be really useful and would make you achieve that natural no makeup makeup look. You always thought no makeup makeup looks were silly but to each their own. What your friends didn't know was you bought another pair of lashes on the way out of Ulta. No matter how toned down you made yourself look, you always had lashes. They were your one few sources of freedom. You pulled out the dress, staring at it. White went well with your tan, maybe that's why you always managed to slip the color into your outfits. You pulled out the dress, sliding it on. You stared into your mirror, but you weren’t staring back. It was another girl, a girl who looked like she was born and raised a kook. Someone who hadn’t seen much in life, and was going to live a boring uneventful life. And you couldn’t believe it was you, but maybe this was who you were turning into… a trophy wife. You ignored that thought, walking over to your vanity to do your makeup. And once you were done, you looked back at the mirror. The only thing that said you was your lashes, and you were content with that for now. You grabbed your phone, and the little bag from the first time you really met Topper. It was your go to party bag, it had enough room for everything, and black went with everything.

Arriving at your boyfriend’s house was no different than the hundreds of times you’ve done it before. You guys were early, of course you had to be. It was so weird how dating in the Outer Banks, no matter how old you were your families became a family together. So your mother went off with Topper’s mother, your little brother trailing behind. Your father and older brother went off with Topper’s dad already talking about golf, and boats and whatever men liked to talk about. Which left you to find Topper. You went up the stairs taking the familiar route to his room, and of course he was there working on something at his desk. You knew a lot of people thought he was just another rich egotistical asshole. But deep down, he wasn’t, he worked his ass off in school always trying his best to impress his dad, and he cared about you so much. You two weren’t big on PDA, it was mainly you but he respected you enough. You just didn’t want to hear shit about you kissing your boyfriend so you just didn’t do it in public. But in private he was the most caring, gentle, sweetest human being to you. Sometimes you felt like you weren’t good enough, there were so many girls on the island he could’ve chosen. Girls who were more put together, able to be presentable at all times. Ones who fit in with the dinner party crowds, were able to have proper conversations with adults, and were able to be the center of attention but in a good way. You tried to put your negative thoughts behind, wanting to leave them at the door. You gently knocked on the door frame, a smile on your face.

“Hey”

You watched him turn around, a large smile spread across his face as he stood up from his chair. He casually walked over to you, and brought his hands to your cheeks. He leaned down, as you leaned forward practically melting into the kiss, Of course he pulled away first, looking you up and down once again.

“You look...different.”

“Different?”

“It’s just so… toned down.”

“Well I mean it’s a dinner party so I didn’t want too you know, do the whole thing.”

You could see him pondering, and then choosing to ignore it becoming distracted by whatever had popped up next in his mind.

“I just remembered I got you something. And before you say anything, consider it an early anniversary gift, even though you said you didn’t want to do anything for it. I just saw this, the last time I was on the mainland and had to get them for you.”

Gifts, that was one of Topper’s specialties. It was a little more excessive when you first began dating, until you told him how you felt. But every now and then for some holiday or something he’d get you something extravagant. It sucked because you weren’t good at giving gifts, you liked making memories instead of giving gifts.

“Top…”

“Just close your eyes okay?”

You obliged as you felt him move closer to you, his hot breath practically on your neck. You waited patiently, until you felt the cool familiar feeling of a chain wrapping around your neck. You could feel his thumbs graze across your neck, as you assumed he was fumbling with the clasp.

“Open”

You slowly opened your eyes, looking across at the mirror. It was a small silver necklace, with a little blueish gem at the center of the chain. And it felt like too much.

“Topper, I don’t deserve this.”

“Yes you do, it’s a gift for me too. It’ll remind me of how we’ve been together for a year everytime you wear it.

“I didn’t even get you anything. We promised each other no gifts.”

“It doesn’t matter Y/N you’re all I need really.”

You stared at the mirror, at the two of you standing in it. You weren’t exactly sure how to react to this whole situation, it just made you feel like a worse girlfriend.

“Thank you… I’m going to go see if I can help downstairs.”

You gave him a small peck, before turning back out the door and down the stairs.

A special note about Kooks, they don’t care about drinking laws. So basically anyone over the age of sixteen was drinking. You didn’t really realize you were drinking a lot. You had built up such a tolerance, that you didn’t realize you were drunk. You kept filling up your glass with wine, not that the adults were even bothered at paying attention. In fact you were fairly certain no one's eyes were on you, for the first time since you could remember. No one was paying attention to you, or so you thought. From across your seat Topper, was watching you slyly he could see you taking drink after drink, mentally counting them.

After dinner everyone was socializing, but you were very drunk. You tried your best at hiding it, sitting down, distancing yourself from those around. It was a good thing that most of the adults were too distracted or drunk to notice you. God you were such a shitty girlfriend. You were definitely an embarrassment. You stood up from your spot, trying to find a room that was empty. You stumbled here and there but you made it to the living room, although it wasn’t really a living room. Point was you just needed to get past everyone and you were good. You were just about to get through the whole crow when a certain blonde caught your eye. Topper was talking to some girl, you believed her name was Chelsea but you didn’t really care. What you cared up was the way she’d occasionally touch his arm, and look at him. And honestly it just made everything you were feeling worse. You could see he wasn’t exactly comfortable, but your drunken state wasn’t paying attention to that factor. You cared about how that was supposed to be you, instead of being drunk, and you couldn’t help the thought of you being a shitty girlfriend running through your mind again. It was only until Topper saw you did you move, you moved past the crowd, heading up the stairs into one of the empty guest rooms despite the calls of your name. You really shouldn’t of been surprised when he came in not even moments later shutting the door behind him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah just peachy, why do you ask?”

“Look Y/N you freaked out about the necklace but is that really all that’s going on? You’ve been so different these past couple of months.”

He stepped closer to you, gently taking your hands into yours. And that’s when the tears began to flow.

“I’m a shitty girlfriend.”

“No you’re not”

“Yes I am.”

“Y/N I don’t care about some stupid anniversary gift.”

“No it’s not that, I’m not a perfect Kook. I’m not even a good one.”

“Y/N I don’t car-”

“We should break up.”

“Y/N/“

“I’m serious, your mom would be so happy. She hates me.”

“I don’t care about what she thinks.”

“Well I do, and I can’t stand here knowing you deserve better. You deserve someone, who’ll accept all your gifts no questions asked, someone who doesn’t get drunk at dinner parties, someone who doesn’t dress like I do, someone who knows how to do natural makeup, and talk like a proper lady-”

“Y/N”

“You just deserve better Top, I don’t deserve you. I’m a mess compared to you and your family.”

“Y/N I don’t care.”

“Well maybe you should. Maybe you should care how clueless I am when it comes to stuff like this. You deserve some prissy, perfect girl not me, I’m just a fucking mes-”

You were shut up by a kiss. Topper pulled back, looking at you while wiping your tears with his thumb.

“Y/N. I don’t want some prissy princess. I want you. You’re absolutely gorgeous inside and out. I don’t want you to be like the other girls on the island. I want you to be you, that’s why I fell in love with you. And that’s why I still love you, so can you please just be quiet and let me adore you?”

You gave him a small nod, and it was once again sweet and gentle. And for the first time you felt like a weight had been lifted. You  didn’t care what anyone thought anymore because Topper loved you, he loved you for you and quite frankly that’s all that mattered.