#JJ should be with Kiara what is all the bullshit?

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Part 3, chapter 3- running with a bullet in my leg

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“Little change of plans, they did it. They sent Kiara to the wilderness camp.”

“Oh, no.”

“So, uh, I’m gonna need about eight hours for liberation.”

“Eight hours? I don’t have eight hours! We’ve got a jet here, we’re all waiting!”

“I know, dog. I know the clock is ticking. Look, my sister was sent to the camp for like a while, she knows it better than anyone. I’m gonna need to talk to her. If you have to go, we’ll meet you there.”

You got put into the wilderness camp when you were 12. JJ was 10. You had gotten into yet another fight, and the cops had busted you with a pre-roll or two in your bag. You were 12, smoking. They forced you to go, basically kidnapping you as you screamed and shouted against the workers hold.

You were there for almost a year, until your dad finally decided he couldn’t live on his own and take care of JJ by himself. Like an actual father should. But you have learned over the years Luke maybank was no actual father.

“No, we can’t… we can’t. No, JJ, listen, we can’t wait for you.”

“I know! I’m working on it, dude. Luckily I’m a problem solver, just stay in the Matrix, okay? I repeat-“ JJ paused, hearing the tire explode out. He looked out the window.

“Jj?”

“Damn-“ he shouted, the line suddenly ending.

“Son of a bitch.”

“Yo, what’s going on?” Pope asked John B.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

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“God!” JJ stepped out the car, going to the back and grabbing a spare tire and some tools. He grunted, and suddenly heard a car engine behind him.

He turned around, heart racing as he realized who it was. He swallowed the lump in his throat, seeing two men get out.

“Okay, fine.” He turned around, going over to them. The other man pulled out a gun, pointing it to JJ.

“Really?” He realized, looking at the gun and back to the tire. He had shot out the tire.

“After everything you just put me through, you shot my sister, and now you shoot out my… my friends tire! That’s not even my van!”

“You lost the load, JJ. Now instead of me getting paid, I owe them. Which I guess means you owe me, right?”

“I thought my sister getting shot in the leg was perfectly enough tor you.”

“Get in the car!”

JJ paused, thinking for a moment. “As much as I would like to, I kinda got a date, so…”

“You heard him, get in the car.” The other man spoke.

“Okay. If that’s how it’s gonna be. Look, I know you’ve heard the stories. About me, my friends. A little something called the royal merchant. A pile of gold. Is that ringing any bells?”

“I heard some bullshit.”

“Well, that bullshits real.”

“Yeah?”

“And yeah, we found it.”

“Yeah, I saw. That why you got a bunch of dudes throwing your furniture in a dumpster out back your house? Thats why your sisters homeless?You’re living high off the hog, bro-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re talking about the house that’s being foreclosed? The cover? The one to throw off the scent? Rule number one, don’t do flashy shit like pay off a mortgage when you’re cashing in.”

“Stop. Let me guess. You, uh… got the gold. It’s buried somewhere in a barn, right? And if I just let you go right now, you’ll run right there, you’ll get it, we’ll split it, right?”

“Not exactly. Actually, it’s a little sweeter than that.” JJ looked over to the other man. “May I?” He asked, going over to Mike now.

“Look, let’s just forget about the Merchant gold. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. We’re going after the main course right now. All right? We’re going after the mother lode.”

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“Oh, God.” Sarah mumbled when she heard a car pull up, noticing it as Toppers.

You sat down with Pope and Cleo, feeling like it was better to maybe get out the plane for a little. You’ve been sitting for hours, but it felt better when you sat outside.

“Oh God.”

Topper got out the car, walking towards Sarah.

“Hey, Sarah. What are you doing? You just seeing John B off or what?” He asked, glancing at John B who stood behind her.

Sarah paused, looking at him.

“I’m sorry I, uh… I didn’t call. I meant to call you last night.”

“Oh you meant to call me last night? Okay.” He scoffed. “No, it’s all good. I was actually asking around myself and heard your dad’s plane was here. And I was like, oh, that’s.. that’s interesting.”

Sarah looked down.

“So, are you leaving with him?”

Sarah looked back up at Topper now.

“Are you leaving with him? Yes or no, Sarah.” He spat.

She nodded slowly, he scoffed again and his face fell into a crooked smile.

“You’re just… you’re just a f… a damn liar, Sarah Cameron. You’ve always been a liar. After everything we’ve been through? This… this is what you’re gonna do to me?” He laughed. “I’m done. Okay? You literally just promise John B would go away, you’d stay here with me. I can’t keep doin this..” he rambled on.

“Hey, Top. You got a little something right here, man.” You guffawed at the man, motioning to his black eye.

“Why don’t you shut up? How about that?” He looked at you, going over to John B now. “And oh, buddy, john B. You better be glad I didn’t swing back at you at the wreck cause I think you know what would’ve happened.”

“And your lucky I didn’t shoot your ugly ass on sight!” You shouted from afar, Pope hiding his face while he laughed.

“No one was talking to you, Maybank.”

“I’m not taking the bait, Top.” John B shook his head, looking at Topper. “You’re right. You would’ve kicked my ass.”

“I, um, heard they’re remodeling the Chateau. That’s tough man, how’d that happen?”

John B stared at him in disbelief.

“Oh shit.” You mumbled.

“What did you just say?” John B asked him, Topper backing up. “No, topper what did you just say?” Sarah held John B back.

“Hey, you guys have a nice life, all right?”

“That’s what you call a kook?” Cleo asked.

“Oh yeah.”

“Big time.” You nodded.

Everyone watched as topper drove away.

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“Okay, so the office should be straight ahead. There’s a little wooden dude with a welcome sign at the door. And then, I think the lady there loved cats. Make up some bullshit story, like her cat passed away. Then, I would just wait and see where they go if they fall for it. That’s where Kiara would be.” You explained, sighing.

“Okay, thank- thank you. I’ll call you back when I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone, you sighing and putting it down.

It was getting late, hours passed and JJ was nowhere to be found.

“Has he called?” Sarah asked, they were running out of time.

You shook your head.

“Nothing.”

“We have to to go. We don’t have eight hours. And topper might’ve already called the police.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll try again.” John B said, you nodding.

“Wait. That might be JJ right there.” Cleo spoke, you guys suddenly hearing a motorcycle pull up.

“That is not JJ.” You recognized that helmet as soon as he pulled up.

“Rafe?” You asked him, furrowing your eyebrows as the tires screeched. Ward groaned behind him.

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re okay, dad. C’mon.” He mumbled to his dad, helping him off the bike, he had fallen off with a loud groan.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Rafe went to his side.

“Come on, help! Help!”

You were faster than the others to help him, it had been in your blood at this point. Muscle memory.

Ever since you were young, you couldn’t stand seeing people be hurt. It hurt you, you hated it. For as long as your dad could remember, you were always helping someone or something. Whether it was a hurt animal or a dying man like the one before you right now.

If it wasn’t someone you loathed or had beat in a fight before, you cared for them, tending to wounds. And as much as you didn’t like Ward, Rafe did.

He called it your mother’s trait, although you never really knew her, he saw her in you. Because luke knew that you were nothing like him.

And if you didn’t drop out, you would have loved to become a nurse or something. Something to help someone.

Despite the shooting pain in your leg from the bullet nudged in it, you pulled the helmet off of Ward and helping him up with Rafe.

“Fuck.” You muttered, helping him onto the plane.

“We gotta get him off the island right now.”

You let Rafe take over as he pulled him into the plane, through the doors and inside.

Sarah exhaled as she paced. “Shit, this cannot be happening.”

You sighed, hesitating before following Rafe and Ward inside the plane, helping sit him down onto the seats that already had your blood on it.

It was then that he took a glance at your bloody leg, wrapped in an also bloodied shirt. His focus was back on his dad when he let out a low groan.

“It’s alright dad.” He mumbled, more so to himself that anyone else. He took a glance down at his shaking hands, the blood of his father stained on them.

He looked back at you now, hands slowly finding their way to your face.

They trembled against your skin, you put your hand over his.

“Watch after him for me. Please.” He told you quietly. You nodded, and he pulled you into an embrace.

“He’s safe with me.” You nodded against his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asked you, looking down at your leg again.

“Got shot by some dude I owed money to. No biggie.” You shrugged it off nonchalantly, he laughed quietly and you both got off each other, just staring at each other again.

He leaned in, and your heart picked up as his lips ghosted over yours. He spoke against your lips.

“When you’re back, promise me we’ll talk?” He mumbled quietly.

“Promise.” You held out your pinky, like you would when you were together. He smiled and interlocked your pinky with his, before putting his lips on yours. When he pulled apart, he turned to his dad again.

“I gotta go. But you’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine with them.” He told him again.

“He’s gonna be alright.” You told him as he began to step down the steps of the plane again.

The corners of Rafe’s mouth twisted up, nodding he walked over down to the pogues.

“We’re not done.” Pope said, putting his hand on Rafe’s shoulder. Rafe ignored it, and walked over to Sarah.

“Please take care of him.” He said, Sarah walking up the stairs to the jet. You were already tending to his wounds, wincing while you did so. They were bad.

John B turned around, going up to Rafe and putting his phone down.

“You do anything to him, anything, I swear to God I’ll find you.” Rafe spoke menacingly, quietly. It was a warning. “If anything happens to her…” he let the words linger in the air, as he heard sirens get closer.

“Wait, where’s JJ?” You asked John B, looking up from Ward, who seemed to be doing better somewhat now.

“We have to leave without them…” John B said, you furrowing your eyebrows.

“Are you serious-“ you began.

“He’ll find a way. He always does.” Pope told you.

Ward suddenly stood up, you just watching as he went over to the steps again.

“Wait, Rafe! Rafe!” Ward said, stepping out.

“Dad, hey! Get back on the plane!” Ward shouted. “They’re coming right now!”

“I gotta talk to you. Come here real quick.” He began to step down.

“Dad, you gotta- you gotta go!”

“Rafe, now!”

Rafe walked over to his dad, who held his thigh.

“Thank you.” Ward spoke, putting his hands on Rafe’s shoulder, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” He mumbled as Ward pulled him into a hug

“Yep, yep, you’re a good boy.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. Look.” He grabbed his son’s face.

“Doesn’t matter what happens in the middle, it’s how you come out in the end. Look at me! Look at me!”

Rafe looked up at him finally.

“I know what you did, okay? I don’t care, cause you came back for me, right? You’re in control now. You’re the man. All of it is yours, everything here. It’s yours, son. You’re the man now. You proved yourself, okay? You’re the man. And I take back what I said about her.” He laughed quietly.

Rafe nodded slowly, tears in his eyes.

Ward pulled him into another hug.

“I love you, buddy.” Those words he waited all his life for.

“Oh god. All right. Come on. I got it.” He turned around, going back into the plane.

“You good?”

“Goodbye, son.” He said, giving him one last look as the door shut.

The plane began to move and the sirens got closer. Rafe stood, accepting defeat as the cops got out the car.

Rafe turned to Shoupe, hands running down his face.

“Well, shit Rafe. Looks like you got a story to tell.”

Ward sat back down across from you, you looking back at him.

“That looks bad.” You nodded to his thigh that he held, still bleeding.

“It is.”

“Uh… fuck.” You mumbled, rummaging through your bag. You pulled out a bandana, one that you had stolen a while ago as a kid.

“Can you… put your leg up?”

He did so, you kneeled down in front of him.

“This is gonna hurt like hell, so… you can do what I did and bite on a stick or something.”

You grabbed a bottle of alcohol, pouring it over the wound and putting the towel back over it.

He groaned, wincing and breathing heavily.

“Thank you.” He told you, you ignoring and it continuing to wrap it with the bandana. “Thank you.” He repeated, you nodding and standing up, going over to sit by yourself, propping your legs up and sighing.

You had fallen asleep against the window, and stirring when your new phone rung out with a notification.

“We made it out.” It read, it was JJ.

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“Lana, How I Hate Those Guys” ୨୧

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Fem!Reader

Fluff, Sarah being the bestest friend ever, slight JJ and Kie slander (srry i love them tho), slight twist at the end ;)

Wc: 1,181 (ish)

An: Woah chat, character unlocked 😈 Why does literally nobody write anything for her?? Platonic or not 😰

Randomly wrote this?? Also way longer than I’d thought it’d be?? Hope you enjoy tho!

Feedback always appreciated bbs! <33

“Oh my god Sarah, like what the fuck does he mean that we were just ‘friends with benefits?’ It sure didn’t feel like it when he’d be practically wrapped around my body during every bonfire.” You exclaim with a huff.

You knew it wouldn’t be just smooth sailing when you met JJ.

You had heard of his reputation of course. A new girl wrapped around his arm every week, touron or not.

But for some reason, you had hoped that you two could somehow be something more. You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t fallen for the blonde rather quickly. Obviously, every other girl in Kildare couldn’t refrain from falling for JJ’s charm and sweet tone.

You unfortunately, suffered like the rest, that were just tossed aside when he got bored. When you met JJ at the boneyard of the cut, he had called your whole “arrangement” or what not, off.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, did you know that his name isn’t even JJ? it’s short for fucking John Jay.” Sarah says with a snicker.

“No fucking way, are you serious?”

“Dead.”

She continues, “Like oh my god, John has to be the most generic name ever, plus it radiates dickhead energy.”

“…Your boyfriend also has the name John..?”

“Okay yeah, but we’re talking about JJ right now. Anyways, don’t let it get to your head babe, he’s just a stupid douchebag asshole- sorry can you relax your hand f’me?” Sarah says while she paints your nails.

It’s moments like these where you’re grateful for a bestfriend like her, despite all of the running around she’s doing with the pouges to get the gold, you both know that she’d drop everything in a heartbeat for you.

The two of you have been friends since childhood, originally meeting in the 2nd grade.

You both easily bonded due to coming from similar backgrounds; you were a kook as well.

You look up at her eyes and softly gasp, “Oh shit! Sorry. Anyways, I bet he’s got another girl in his bed right now. Y’know what? He’s probably busy trying to get into Kiara’s pants.”

“No pogue on pogue macking,” you scoff in a mocking tone.

“It’s actually such bullshit, I see the way that he looks at her, and of course I see how her eyes somehow always drift to him. I don’t know if she thinks I’m fucking stupid or if she’s dumb herself, but I figured that it’d pass. After all, didn’t she kiss Pope and John B?”

“Mhm, I think she just strives for attention, y’know? She’s always getting all pissy when I come around, maybe it’s ’cause I’m dating Bee and she’s not.” Sarah murmurs.

“You’re all done, by the way.”

You fall back onto the pillows on her bed.

“Boys are just so dumb Sar.” You groan.

“Definitely. Also watch your nails, hon.”

Sarah also lays back onto her pillows, leaning on one arm.

There’s a few beats of silence between you two, just relishing in the moment while SZA’s ‘The Weekend’ plays softly through Sarah’s speaker.

“That’s it. No more moping and being gloomy. It’s a nice night out! We should do something!” Sarah exclaims.

You look at her with a quirked brow, “First of all, I don’t mope, second, what could we possibly do at this hour?”

“That’s the thing! We can just plan it along the way! That makes thing 10 times more fun.” The blonde says with a grin.

You think for a few seconds, and come to your conclusion, “Actually, yeah! That sounds good. Let’s go.”

Sarah squeals and jumps up from the bed, pulling you with her.

You and Sarah quickly pull on your hoodies, since that night chill will surely get to you both, and the two of you slide your flip flops onto your freshly painted toes.

Sarah grabs her speaker and keys, and put them into her tote bag, the one she had painted the day you two had made your ‘bikini crates’.

The two of you giggle while somewhat rushing down the stairs, without a care in the world.

“Sarah? Where are you two going?” You hear Rose call out.

Sarah looks at you with a glint of mischief in her eyes. She grabs your hand and with that, you both left.

You and Sarah had been running around outside for around an hour, your flip flops slapping against the pavement as you skipped around yelling the lyrics to ‘Melt’ by Kehlani.

You two had somehow managed to make it to figure 8 beach. There was something about it that always lured you and Sarah to it.

Sarah doesn’t hesitate to kick off her flip flops and set down her tote bag.

“C’mon babe! Get in with me!” Sarah shouts as she giggles and makes grabby-hands out towards you.

“But we don’t have any bathing suits!” You shout back, equally as loud.

“Who cares?! It’s just us!”

Sarah strips down and then looks at you expectantly.

You sigh, and begin to pull your hoodie over your head.

“Hell yeah sexy! Free those tittiesssss!” She drags out.

She grabs your hand after you finish, and starts running towards the water.

“Christ Sarah! Slow the hell down!” You shout while trailing behind her.

As you start to feel the water work its way up to the middle of your calves. Sarah looks back at you and yells, “Jump!”

You both dive make a splash, you find one another whilst you're underwater.

You come up with her, with your hands around her neck.

You brush her wet hair out of her face and look deeply into her eyes.

Her eyes remind you of the tree bark that you used to hug and climb when you both were younger, well, the bark that you would climb.

Sarah was never able to do these kind of activities, for her parents were stricter than yours. But this wouldn’t stop her from watching, and cheering you on.

That’s one of the things you loved about Sarah.

How despite your interests somewhat clashing, she still remained by your side.

You grew fond of how she opened herself up to the world and allowed herself to do more, very quickly.

You were never upset when she started hanging out with the pogues, in fact, you encouraged it. You wanted her to be happy, and you hoped that she’d allow you to stick around to see it, thankfully, she did.

Sarah’s whisper breaks you out of your thoughts, “Boys totally suck right? They’d never have this much fun with us.”

“Right.” You say, just as soft.

You continue to stare at her.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up, loser.” You say with a slight grin, nothing but affection coming from your semi-chapped lips.

You’re glad that she drops everything for you in a heartbeat.

But you also wish that maybe, just maybe, she’d look at you differently..The way that you look at her.

But until then, you’ll still remain grateful for a bestfriend like her.

Fuck JJ. God, John B’s one lucky bastard.

This is what makes us girls.

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The Less I Know The Better XII (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: NON-CON, jealousy, manipulation, underage drinking, drug use, unhealthy relationship, eventual violence, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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JJ really hated that stupid necklace.

Not necessarily the necklace itself, but just what it represented. It had been weeks since you and Rafe broke up. Weeks since the blond had tapped on your window in the middle of the night, unintentionally waking JJ too, allowing him to listen as Rafe did what he was sure you weren’t strong enough to. He had to hand it to Rafe, because he didn’t think the Kook would ever man up and do the right thing.

However, it wasn’t like there was much cause for celebration.

Sure, you were single now, and that made JJ’s chest bloom, but he remembered the hardness in Rafe’s voice that night. He remembered the mouthful of words that went unsaid, words that you both agreed with. You were single, sure, but you still walked around this island like you belonged to Rafe, and every time JJ’s eyes fell to that pink seashell dangling around your neck…

He was reminded of that.

He really didn’t like that you were so proud to parade yourself around like you were Rafe’s property or something. The guy had broken up with you, and you were more than happy to agree that despite that, you and he would wait for each other. It made JJ sick, and maybe not for the reasons it should have.

His blue gaze found the sand, and he pulled his lip between his teeth.

If JJ closed his eyes, he could still perfectly remember the feel of you squeezing around his fingers. He could remember the sound of your soft moans, your breathing as it picked up. You had felt so soft…so warm…and so tight. Even now, the memory had his shorts feeling a little tighter, and he had to force himself to think about literally anything else.

He shouldn’t have done that.

That was something he acknowledged not even minutes later, so confused and disgusted with himself. You were his best friend, and it was safe to say that you probably trusted him more than Rafe. So, how could JJ do that to you? What was wrong with him? How could he, someone who preached about how bad Rafe was for you, turn around and do something that was worse than Rafe had ever done?

Your laughter grabbed his attention, and JJ looked up as you and Pope tried to keep John B. from stepping on your sandcastle.

He ran his eyes over you, drinking you in, gaze lingering on the glow of your skin. You seemed happier without Rafe, the stress of his burdens no longer visible on your face, but that could’ve just been JJ’s wishful thinking. After all, in your mind, you and Rafe weren’t really broken up. This was probably just a short time-out for you, confident that you and Rafe would be back together in no time. The thought made him roll his eyes, and when he glanced over, his eyes caught familiar brown ones.

Kie was staring at him with a frown, and feeling like he’d been caught, JJ looked away, standing.

He tried to ignore the fact that Kie saw through him before he even saw through himself, calling him out on his bullshit that he’d been in denial about.  Had he really been that obvious? Or was Kie just that good? He hoped it was the second one, because he didn’t know what he’d do if you thought like Kie and suspected that his behavior this whole time was because of jealousy. JJ was sure that you wouldn’t entertain the thought even if he kissed you…and how could you?

He'd treated you like nothing more than a sister his whole life. He looked out for you like one and loved you like one. JJ knew that if you knew the thoughts running through his head every time he looked at you these days, you’d probably be sick, but he couldn’t help it. Truthfully, he didn’t understand how he didn’t see it before.

You were so beautiful, more than any girl he’d gone out with or hooked up with. That thought made him feel…cheated. If he had opened his eyes earlier, then maybe he could’ve saved time. He wouldn’t have spent so many nights smiling at and kissing faceless girls whose names he couldn’t even remember, now. It would’ve been you instead.

Thoughts like that were just temptation to entertain other ones, ones that threatened to make him angry.

Because if it would’ve been you…then it would’ve been him. It would’ve been JJ that gave you your first kiss, arms wrapping around the neck of the guy who’d known you your whole life. It would’ve been him to take you on your first date, to hold your hand by the fire, to give you his jacket on nights where the temperature dropped.

It would’ve been JJ you had sex with.

No, it probably wouldn’t have been in some fancy hotel that probably cost more than what his house was worth, but it would’ve been nice. JJ would’ve made sure you were so comfortable, so relaxed as you parted your legs for him. He would’ve made you feel so good, and it would’ve been great not because of where it happened, but because it was with him.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sight of you nearing him, and he tried not to linger on the way the water clung to your skin. There was a slight frown on your face, your phone tight in your hand, and JJ frowned too.

“What’s wrong?”

There was some part of him that thought it might’ve been Rafe, and he wondered if he was a bad person to hope that the other blond had OD’d.

“I…I don’t know,” you whispered, grabbing your stuff. “My mom called, said that my dad had an accident at work. She’s at the hospital.”

JJ could see the worry on your face, the tears you tried to fight off as you hoped for the best.

“Let me take you,” he offered, and you started to shake your head when he continued. “How else are you going to get there?”

You didn’t need to answer, lips parting, and he could see that you’d contemplated calling Rafe. You seemed to think better of it though, swallowing and nodding at him. Kie approached as he put his shoes on, and you told her what was going on, a worried frown of her own gracing her features.

“Okay,” the other girl breathed, a hand on your arm. “Keep us updated.”

You briefly hugged her before making your way to leave the beach, going back to his house with him to get his bike. As JJ followed you, his eyes briefly met Kie’s again, and he didn’t miss the disappointed look she threw him.

“You didn’t even want her… Not until Rafe did.”

JJ resisted the urge to sigh, grabbing a few beers out of John B.’s fridge. Kie stood on the other side of the door, her normally warm eyes cold as she stared at him. This confrontation shouldn’t have surprised him, especially not after the look she’d given him the other day.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Not only did he not want to give Kie the satisfaction of being right about his feelings, but he also didn’t want to risk her telling you anything. She crossed her arms over her chest, scoffing at him.

“Yeah, I really doubt you’re in denial like you were before…”

Blue and brown met…and clashed.

“You know that she’s not giving up on Rafe anytime soon, and even if she was…” Kie licked her lips. “Now isn’t the time to swoop in and be the shoulder she cries on. I thought you were better than that.”

JJ really looked at Kie, really looked at her, and he could see her concern. He could see that she had your best interests at heart, and it was enough to almost make JJ feel bad. Your dad’s accident would leave him in the hospital for weeks, and even though it was confirmed that he was going to recover well, it still hadn’t stopped you from being terrified.

JJ was the one to hold you as your mom practically forced you both to go home and get some rest. You both had stood outside of the hospital for a while as you cried, JJ’s arms around you, before you finally wiped your face and climbed on his bike with him.

“I’m not-.”

“I see the way you look at her,” Kie interrupted, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she sounded sad. “…and I feel for you. Really, I do, because she’s great and you’re now just realizing it, but you can’t.”

JJ swallowed.

“You would mess everything up.”

Kie was almost pleading with him to be better, and he was almost tempted to stop playing pretend and swear that he would. Kie didn’t know that it was too late for him though. You had taken over his every thought, even when he slept, and he didn’t want to get you out of his head. JJ had seen sides to you that he didn’t even know existed, sides to you that weren’t meant for him, and he desperately wanted them to be.

He wanted you to look at him like you looked at Rafe, touch him like you touched the other blond. JJ wanted to know what it was like to smile into the kiss as you pressed your lips to his, that teasing lilt in your voice that he’d heard before as you’d graze your fingers over his arms. JJ wanted to know what it was like to be loved by you, seduced by you, and why couldn’t he?

You were his long before you were Rafe’s.

…and with that thought, JJ held Kie’s gaze, handing her a beer.

“I told you,” he evenly said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was quick to leave her, joining the rest of you guys outside in the cat’s ass. His eyes immediately sought out your face as he passed the beers around. You sent him a thankful smile, but it was strained, and he settled into the water beside you. He didn’t look at Kie as she rejoined you all, gaze focused on you as you took a sip.

“Hey,” he murmured, touching your arm. “You okay?”

You nodded with a deep breath.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I know he’ll be fine, but I still worry, you know?”

JJ’s smile was comforting, and yours softened too before looking away, gaze focusing on the water. You were pretty quiet as everyone else talked around you, and JJ knew that it worried them, but no one wanted to force you to be sociable when you didn’t want to. You seemed content to be in your own world with your beer, while JJ was content to remain hyper focused on you.

He was aware of the way your arm brushed against his with the movement of the water. It didn’t make sense for you to put on perfume before joining them in the hot tub, so JJ was sure that whatever he kept inhaling was just…you. On the rare occasion you did laugh, JJ savored it, hoping for your dad’s speedy recovery so that you could do it more.

He could hear your phone vibrating from the pocket of your shorts on the ground, and you could too, pulling yourself out of the hot tub.

JJ couldn’t hold back his grimace once he realized who was on the other line.

“Yeah, he’s fine,” he heard you softly say. “He’s still going to be in there for about another month, but…”

Your voice faded in his mind when Pope spoke up.

“You guys want to play truth or dare?”

Sarah looked excited but John B. rolled his eyes.

“What are we? Twelve?”

It seemed that Pope had a certain goal in mind, lightly slapping his best friend on the arm with a quiet and pointed look towards you. John B. seemed to understand, a soft ‘ah’ escaping him as he sadly looked at you. You were still on the phone with Rafe, thanking him for calling and checking up on your dad. JJ resisted the urge to snort, thinking to himself how that was nothing more than the bare minimum.

“No,” he heard you sigh. “No, I’ll be fine. I’ll tell them you called.”

When you hung up, JJ pretended like he hadn’t been listening, eyes on Pope as you rejoined them.

“Everything okay?” he wondered, finally turning to you.

“Yeah, that was just Rafe,” you told all of them. “He wanted to see how my dad was doing and if I needed anything.”

Your face looked fine enough, but it was clear how the sudden life changing events you’d been hit with recently were wearing on you.

“Pope had the bright idea to play truth or dare,” Kie told you, returning your smile.

JJ was glad that it was genuine.

“You can skip out on questions or dares though…but you must take a shot if you do,” John B. added to which everyone groaned. “What? I think that’s fair.”

It was fun…at first. The questions were a little hilarious and the dares just as funny. Pope had taken the most shots after refusing to both call the girl he had a crush on and telling us who she was. He’d found out a little bit more about Sarah and John B.’s relationship than he wanted to know, and he watched you fail a sobriety test.

It was fun, and then John B. had ruined it.

“Truth or dare?”

His brown eyes were on you, and JJ watched you think. So far, everything had been pretty tame, the main goal being to just cheer you up. It was working, even working for JJ too, allowing him to ignore Rafe’s phone call and that irritating necklace dangling around your throat.

“Truth,” you decided, your first truth of the night.

“Craziest place you’ve ever had sex.”

John B.’s question was instantaneous, and JJ cut his blue eyes to his friend, but he didn’t seem to notice. He could feel his skin growing cold despite the North Carolina heat, chest clenching painfully as John B. grinned. JJ wasn’t grinning though, jaw clenching and feeling like he wanted to be anywhere but here, right now.

“Can we not?” Sarah cried. “I really don’t want to hear this.”

“I do,” Pope excitedly argued.

JJ’s gaze reluctantly drifted to you, and he could see the conflict on your face.

“You can always take a shot,” John B. reminded you.

It was clear you didn’t like that idea, already pretty drunk, and you grimaced, sinking further into the water. JJ could hear a ringing in his ears, and he was torn between not wanting to hear this and wanting to hear this. The last thing he wanted to hear about was the intimate details of you and Rafe’s relationship, and he could feel his nails digging into his palm.

“Um,” you drunkenly hummed, looking so cute as you thought it over that he almost forgave you for whatever was about to come out of your mouth. “The country club?”

Sarah looked like she wanted to be sick while everyone else cheered you on, John B. high fiving you.

“Someone somewhere would call that public indecency,” JJ piped up.

“Like you’re one to talk,” Kie threw at him, and you perked up.

“Yeah! You’re one to talk,” you agreed. “You’re always having sex with girls on the beach.”

“Not always-.”

“Enough to make this high horse you’re on a little more than ridiculous,” you cut him off.

There was something in your drunken gaze that made JJ frown.

“I’m not on any high horse,” he told you. “…but let’s be honest, no one really gives a shit what we do on our side of the island. Guarantee you and your ex-boyfriend would’ve gotten in big trouble if you got caught. I just think it’s stupid.”

There was that glint in your eye again as you straightened.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m a big girl and can decide when and where I want to have sex with my boyfriend, so…”

“Don’t you mean ‘ex’? Or have you forgotten that he dumped you?”

The rest of your friends were quiet during this little exchange, and JJ had no doubt that they were nervously watching you two, probably wondering how they got here. JJ didn’t really care though, blue eyes focused on you.

“He didn’t dump me. It wasn’t like that,” you sneered.

“Same difference,” JJ commented. “Either way, you’re not with him anymore, and you seem to keep forgetting.”

“You know why we broke up, and you know that it’s temporary. Stop being an ass.”

Pope nervously chuckled.

“Okay, I think-.”

“…and if it’s not? If Rafe can’t get his shit together, what are you gonna do? Keep pining after him and walking around like you’re still together when he’s made it clear he’d rather choose drugs over you?”

There was a slight commotion when you threw your drink in JJ’s face, and he wasn’t even shocked by it. Sarah and Kie called after you as you exited the hot tub, the latter throwing him a dirty look as they followed you. He huffed, cleaning off his face, and the silence in the water was loud.

“So,” Pope dragged the word out. “That was uncalled for.”

JJ wiped his face good, running his wet hands through his hair and pushing it back.

“She acts like they’re still together,” JJ defended himself. “You don’t think it’s sad to watch? To watch her hold out hope for something we all know isn’t going to work?”

“We don’t know that,” Pope mumbled.

“Even still, her dad’s in the hospital, JJ, and it’s not like her and Rafe broke up because either of them wanted to. If she wants to cling to something that makes her a little happier, right now, who are we to tell her she can’t?”

John B.’s words had JJ sighing.

“I care about her...”

“We know you do.”

“…and it makes me sick to see her acting like this over someone who doesn’t deserve it. Instead of moving on or at the very least, not revolving her life around Rafe, it’s like she’s just kicking her feet and biding her time until they get back together.”

“…but that’s her choice,” John B. tried to gently remind him. “None of us like it, JJ. We hate it just as much as you do, but we can’t control her.”

Was JJ wrong to disagree? Was there something wrong with him to think that, no, he absolutely did have a say? You weren’t making good decisions, and was it so bad to point that out? To want to shake you and make you realize that? To force you to open your fucking eyes? It was strange, because JJ felt like he was the bad guy here, but he didn’t feel like the bad guy. Why couldn’t anyone else see that he was just trying to save you? Why couldn’t you see it?

“You want the rest of these?” JJ wondered, feeling almost too full.

Kie took one scathing look at the rest of his fries before promptly turning away.

“I’m good,” was all she said.

JJ resisted the urge to roll his eyes, sliding them over to John B. when he spoke up. It had been days since he’d seen or heard from you, and yeah, it was kind of his own fault, but he didn’t really think that was Sarah or Kie’s fight. Both of them had been giving him the equivalent of a cold shoulder, in solidarity with you, it seemed.

You preferred to be cooped up in your house, probably didn’t want to be around him, and they were currently at The Wreck. JJ didn’t think he’d ever get tired of free meals, and no amount of mocking remarks from Mr. Carrera would make him feel bad. He considered bringing you something, a peace offering as he apologized yet again. Only this time, he really didn’t think he did anything wrong.

The atmosphere seemed to change as Sarah shifted, straightening, and when he followed her gaze, his entire mood…soured.

Rafe walked into the restaurant, Kelce and Topper behind him. The last time JJ was face to face with the other blond, he’d been seconds away from punching him. JJ wasn’t as past that feeling as he thought, fingers flexing. The trio hadn’t noticed them yet, but even if they had, JJ was sure that wouldn’t have stopped him from staring the other man down.

Much to JJ’s annoyance, the other guy didn’t look the happiest either. The smile on his face was tense, forced, and it was obvious to anyone that he didn’t exactly enjoy being away from you. The codependence you two had when it came to each other made JJ sick, and he forced himself to look away.

“My dad’s surprised that Rafe seems to be sticking to his promises…”

Sarah’s voice reached his ears, and he realized that a whole conversation had been going on.

“He still gets a little twitchy sometimes, probably craving a bump or something, but I think I should’ve had a little more faith in him.”

JJ felt like it was only a matter of time before Rafe screwed up again, but he kept that to himself. Kie hummed at that, and when he glanced over, her eyes were on him. There was a look in them, something smug and accusatory all at once, as if she was saying ‘See? You’re wrong’. Unable to sit under Kie’s judgmental gaze, JJ made to get up, wanting to be as far away from Rafe as possible.

He didn’t trust himself not to do anything stupid.

He was tempted to go by your house, maybe apologize and spew another lie about his dad being home. In truth, the man was barely around, at all these days, something JJ was more than grateful for. It was a shitty thing to lie about, he knew that, but he couldn’t pretend to be indifferent to the way you took care of him. That somber and sad look in your eyes when he’d show up at your doorstep, arms around him as you hugged him, JJ pressing his face into your neck and inhaling the scent of you.

He didn’t say anything as he walked by Rafe and his friends, but he could feel the other blonde’s heated gaze.

He was shocked though when he heard his name being called. JJ was outside now, and he turned around, coming face to face with Rafe as your ex-boyfriend approached him. JJ couldn’t get a good read on his face, and that unsettled him. The other man threw him a small smile, and he couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not.

“I just wanted to thank you…”

JJ frowned, and the Kook continued.

“I know Y/N’s dealing with a lot, right now,” he licked his lips. “Us…and now her dad…”

JJ shoved his hands into his pockets, recalling that this was one of the few times he and the other man were alone and being…civil.

“She really needs her friends, especially when I can’t physically be there for her. Well, I’m not supposed to be anyway,” he shrugged. “It’s a lot for one person to deal with, and she needs all the support she can get, so I just wanted to thank you…”

Rafe suddenly chuckled, a low sound that JJ almost didn’t hear.

“For being the fuck up that everyone on this island knows you to be.”

JJ felt his face harden, heart thumping in his chest as Rafe took a step closer. There was a glint in his eyes that was all too familiar to JJ, tone just as smug as the small smile on his face.

“You’re not as smart as you think you are,” he told JJ. “My girl’s just too nice and too trusting to see you…but I do. I see you.”

JJ’s nails pressed into his palms as Rafe nodded.

“…and the more you think with your dick…the more you let your jealousy control that mouth of yours…the more you hurt her…”

JJ’s face fell at that, and Rafe’s lips curved into a cold smirk.

“The better I look.”

JJ could feel his shoulders heaving, and Rafe tilted his head to the side.

“I’m the one she calls, the one she runs to when you make her cry. When you make her upset, it’s me she turns to to feel better,” Rafe’s tone was cruel, mocking. “When you get so mad that I’m the one she wants…that it’s me who got to her first, and you take it out on her?”

The other blond leaned in, a pitying smile on his face, one brow raised.

“She knows that I will always make her forget how you made her feel.”

Rafe’s gaze fell to JJ’s hand, and there was a genuine smile spreading along his lips, now.

“You want to hit me JJ?”

Rafe laughed, grinning now.

“Come on,” he goaded. “Take your best shot. Nothing would make me happier.”

That was the truth. JJ believed that more than he believed anything, and he took a deep breath. Rafe would love it if JJ punched him in his pretty face, would love nothing more than to show up at your house with a black eye, pretending to brush it off until he reluctantly confessed to you that JJ had done it.

JJ saw it as a lose-lose either way.

Punching Rafe would make him happier than he’d been in weeks, maybe even happier than he’d been when he had his fingers inside of you, but he couldn’t. The only option he had was to walk away, angry that Rafe was the same jerk he’d always been, something that normally would’ve made him more satisfied beyond belief.

“It was really nice seeing you again, JJ,” Rafe called after him.

The sound of his laughter made JJ grit his teeth.

JJ was going to hell.

He didn’t even know if he believed in a higher power or an afterlife where one ended up happy or tormented for all eternity. He’d never given much thought to it before, but he was sure now that was going straight to hell. A first-class ticket, in fact. The VIP special.

Another party to distract him and calm his nerves was proving to be useless. He was surrounded by his friends, even Kie who had toned it down with the negative looks, but it meant nothing. A beer was in his hand, and he’d take two hits of a blunt he’d rolled, and it was still you and Rafe that clouded his mind.

You had texted him earlier in the day, a paragraph of a message that detailed how tired you were of fighting with him. Even just looking at the words, he could tell how exhausted you were. JJ  felt bad, he wouldn’t lie, but he still didn’t think he was wrong. His run-in with Rafe only fueled that.

He was still a selfish asshole.

The memory of that smug smirk haunted him, JJ getting angry all over again at the thought of having to hold himself back from doing what he’d wanted to do for months. Being called out on his shit by Rafe though, having the other guy look him in the eye and tell him that he knew JJ wanted you and was happy to rub it in his face. That produced a different level of anger in him that he didn’t even know existed.

Especially since he was right.

Every time JJ thought he was getting better, every time he thought he was making progress, he said something that took you both ten steps back. He found some way to mess it up, and while he always suspected you ran to Rafe to have him lick your wounds, it sucked all the more having it confirmed. He really didn’t need to know that he was only pushing you further into the asshole’s arms.

When he got up to get another beer, he was shocked to check his phone and see a missed call from you. He frowned down at it, wondering if you were okay, and he noted that you’d called him seven minutes ago, a voicemail left behind when he didn’t answer. Forgoing the beer, and curiosity piqued at what you could possibly be calling him about, JJ secluded himself.

He was outside, now with less people, and he brought the phone to his ear as he walked.

“Rafe…”

JJ froze at that, frown deepening for several reasons.

For one thing, you were drunk. Your words slurred so badly that he wondered how you even managed to pick up the phone. It scared him, he wouldn’t lie, because he knew you were alone. When your mom wasn’t at work these days, she was at the hospital with your dad, sometimes going days without even seeing you.

Most importantly though, this phone call wasn’t meant for him.

“I know…I know that we’re not together and,” you slowly slurred, groaning. “We’re really not supposed to be seeing each other.”

You sighed.

“At least not like that…”

You had meant to call Rafe, and JJ blinked, lips parting as he looked in the direction of your house.

“…but I really need to see you.”

On top of you being drunk, he could tell that you’d been crying, and that just made your words almost incoherent. His heart clenched as you continued.

“It’s not even just JJ…it’s everything. He’s just always so mad at me, now,” you tearfully said, making his shoulders sag. “…and I don’t know…I don’t know what I did, I don’t know what to do to fix it.”

JJ closed his eyes at that, swallowing.

“…and my dad,” you slurred. “They say he’s going to be okay, and everyone is telling me I don’t need to worry, but it’s my dad, you know? How can I not?”

He heard you drop something, a curse reaching his ears.

“Um…I really need to see you. Please,” you choked out. “Please, just call me back or…or come by, I don’t know. I need to clean this up…”

JJ heard the phone clatter to the floor, and he heard you swear again before the voicemail ended. As he hung up, he hadn’t even realized that he’d started walking again, his feet having a mind of their own as they carried him to your house. He hadn’t even told the rest of the Pogues that he was leaving, and he would’ve felt bad if he didn’t have tunnel vision.

You were drunk and alone and a mess, and he was partially responsible.

JJ still didn’t think he was wrong, but he guessed he could’ve been nicer about it. He knew you were mad at him, but you had to know that he wasn’t just going to leave you alone all the while knowing you were drunk and upset. Never mind the fact that no one should be left alone like that, but who knew what could happen to you.

Would it have been the right thing to tell Sarah to call Rafe? He didn’t know, but JJ was leaning towards ‘no’. They were trying to get Rafe out of your life for good, and relaying a drunken message in which you were practically begging the other blond to come and see you wasn’t going to help.

All of your lights were off when he walked into your yard, and that just made his worry grow. He didn’t think you’d appreciate him sneaking into your window, especially when it wasn’t even JJ you meant to call. He sighed, stepping up to your door and knocking. When you didn’t answer, it only just hit him that you were very drunk, and the chances of you being passed out or unable to get the door were high.

He tried the knob, frustratingly exhaling when he realized it was unlocked. He hated having to treat you like a child, but JJ wondered if maybe he should advise your mom to get rid of all the booze in the house. He confirmed his earlier thought when he stepped inside, greeted by nothing but a dark house, and he turned the light on.

You weren’t in the living room, but your phone was on the couch.

It was unlocked when JJ grabbed it, and he could see that after Rafe, the last person you’d texted was him. In your drunken stupor, you’d probably meant to click Rafe’s thread instead of JJ’s. He put your phone back down, calling your name as he made his way down the hall. You didn’t answer, and JJ’s worry grew. God he hoped you were okay, and he hoped that you were just asleep or at the very least passed out in your bathroom.

He knocked on your door, slowly pushing it open when you didn’t answer. He called your name again, his eyes adjusting to the darkness and making out your shape on your bed. He exhaled, making his way towards you and gently shaking you, calling your name again, whispering it in fear of scaring you awake.

When you groaned, relief filled him, and he was just about to reach over and turn on your lamp when you spoke.

“Rafe?” you mumbled.

JJ rolled his eyes, about to correct you when you reached for his arm.

“Rafe?” you slurred, fingers sliding up his arm. “You got my message.”

You sounded so relieved, so happy, and JJ’s jaw clenched. Your other hand rested on the back of his neck, and he froze, jerking a bit. Your hand was so warm, and he could smell the alcohol on your breath as you leaned in closer.

“I just really needed to see you,” you breathed.

Your lips were so close to his, and JJ could feel his brain short-circuiting. He blinked in the darkness, a deep frown taking over as he pressed his hand into the bed, struggling to keep you from yanking him down with you. You were trying to kiss him, that much was obvious, and JJ couldn’t even focus on the fact that you couldn’t even be just friends with the guy properly.

This was wrong.

You had called Rafe, had been expecting Rafe, and you thought JJ was him. Somehow, this felt more violating than that day at his house. There was a sinking feeling in his gut, and he knew why. JJ knew what was coming, he knew what would happen if he didn’t open his mouth and make it clear to you that he wasn’t your ex-boyfriend but instead your best friend, JJ.

You would kiss him…and JJ knew that he didn’t have the strength to stop you.

You were so close, the scent of you clouding around him as your room was saturated with it. Your fingers were so soft on his neck, and your nose brushed against his as you talked. You were saying something, but JJ needed to focus on more important things. Like mustering up the courage to open his mouth and push you away. He needed to, not just because it was the right thing to do, but because you were his best friend, and he didn’t particularly enjoy taking advantage of your trust like this. His other hand moved to your shoulder, prepared to push you back…

When your lips met his.

JJ sharply inhaled, and his eyes closed all on their own, like an instinct.

Your lips were so soft, and the contrast of bitterness and sweetness told him that you’d mixed several alcoholic drinks tonight. You were drunk out of your mind…and kissing him…because you thought he was Rafe. He held still as you moved your mouth against his, something stirring in him that he’d been fighting for months. His fingers twisted into your sheets…and JJ kissed you back.

The moan you let out made him shudder, and when you leaned back, JJ let you pull him with you. His heart raced as he pinned you beneath him, tasting the inside of your mouth and resting himself between your legs. He was so hot, body on fire, and his mind was going a mile a minute, thinking to himself that this was not how he thought this night was going to go.

You were eager to get him undressed, to have him inside of you, and JJ just wanted to savor it.

Your hands were everywhere as you kissed him, sighing into his mouth and breath hitching when he nipped at your lips. JJ trembled when your hands dipped underneath his shirt, running over his torso while one of your legs hooked along his waist. He helped you take it off, eager to do the same to yours and feel your bare chest against his.

JJ didn’t care how wrong this was. He didn’t care that there was a very real word for this that had gotten many rightfully put behind bars. He didn’t want to linger on that, right now, solely focused on touching you and hearing you make those sounds you did with Rafe. He pressed kisses along your throat, and his eyes rolled when you threaded your fingers through his hair.

You were naked now, only having worn a shirt to bed, and JJ wanted to turn on that light more than anything. He wanted to see you in all of your glory, wanted to trace his eyes over your naked skin and your breasts and commit every part of you to memory. He wanted to look down at your face and drink in every expression you made as he fucked you, but he couldn’t.

If he turned on that light, even in your incoherent drunkenness, there was still a good chance you’d recognize it was him…and not Rafe.

You moaned Rafe’s name then as if reading his mind, and JJ frowned, gently shushing you and kissing you again to shut you up. That was the last thing he wanted to hear, and if he wasn’t so close to being inside of you, if the tip of him wasn’t poking at you, that might’ve been enough to make him come to his senses…but it wasn’t. JJ was so close, body vibrating with excitement.

You were so vocal, so needy, hands greedily grabbing at him and pulling him closer. You lifted your hips, a whine deep in your throat at being denied what you wanted so badly. JJ was tempted to tease you. He wanted to see how badly you’d beg him, wanted to see you at your lowest and most desperate, but he was already pushing it enough as it was.

When he pushed into you with one smooth thrust, his hands twisted into your sheets on either side of your head. The moan that you let out was loud, and JJ thought to himself that the feeling was mutual. This was nothing at all like before. The feel of you clenching and coming around his fingers was nothing in comparison to this. JJ was so awed and in disbelief that he didn’t even move, only groaning when you started to lift your hips, fucking yourself onto his cock.

When you grabbed at his face, he was happy to kiss you again, finally getting his head together.

Your bed shook when he finally started to move his hips, snapping them against yours and pushing his cock into you. You squeezed him, making his lashes flutter and his arms tremble. You were so wet, dripping around him and making a mess of your sheets, the sound of him dipping into you reaching his ears. He didn’t even care that this technically wasn’t for him, pushing that to the back of his mind and only focusing on fucking you.

If you moaned Rafe’s name again, JJ didn’t notice. He could barely hear anything, only that of the sound of his heartbeat and the squelch of him pushing into you. Your nails raked along his arms and back, and some sick part of JJ wanted you to leave marks. The thought of seeing Rafe again with your nails marks decorating his skin made him harder, and he didn’t think that was possible.

You were a drunken mess beneath him, panting and whimpering and squeezing him so tight. JJ’s teeth grazed your neck, and giving into his desires, he bit you. You gasped at the feel, wrapping your legs around his waist. You rolled him, an impressive feat considering that once you were on top, you could barely hold yourself up.

JJ resisted the urge to chuckle at you, liking the way your head fell into the crook of his neck, hands on his shoulders. He kissed you again, his fingers digging into your waist as he lifted his hips. You whimpered as he pushed his cock up into you, holding you tight with one arm sliding up your back now, His hand gripped the back of your neck, and you shuddered, lolling against him and gasping as he stretched you out.

JJ was in heaven…but he knew he was going straight to hell.

All he could feel and smell and taste was you. All of these months disappeared to him, only able to see you in the darkness as you rolled your hips over his. He wanted to see all of you so bad, wanted to see the look in your eyes and the expression on your face, but JJ would take what he could get.

When he got you on your back again, he couldn’t stop touching you. His hands danced along your arm, your waist, ghosting over your breasts and fingering a hardened bud. His fingers made their way between your legs, brushing over you as he continued to pump himself into you. The only sounds in the room was that of him fucking you, your choked moans and shortened gasps bouncing off of the walls.

Your back arched off of the bed, chest pushing up into his, and JJ slid his knees under your thighs. The noise you made when he widened your legs made him twitch, and it only hit JJ how close he was. His hands slid up your body, curling around your throat, and to his shock, that seemed to turn you on. You clasped his hands, holding them to you, your moans getting louder. JJ rutted into you, pushing you both towards your climax.

One of your hands grabbed his arm, fingers dancing towards his shoulder and pulling. You wanted him closer, and JJ obliged, chest flush with yours and hands still around your throat. He pressed his lips to yours, slamming his hips against yours, and when you came, JJ saw stars…because he came too.

You shook beneath him, clenching down onto him so hard that he was pushed over the edge before he realized it. He almost couldn’t control himself, hands tightening around your neck and teeth clenching together. You scratched at his skin, breath hitching, quiet for a few moments before you finally exhaled in a broken moan.

JJ felt…feral.

His blood was pumping throughout his body so fast as he spilled himself into you. He pushed himself into you to the hilt, holding still and breathing hard as his release coated your walls, marking you and wondering if Rafe was always safe with you…or if he came inside of you sometimes too. The thought made anger bubble up in his chest, and by your breathing, he could tell that the alcohol and fatigue was taking you from him.

JJ still lazily thrust into you, his breathing slowing down as you drowsily milked him.

You hummed when he kissed you, and he remained like that for a minute. Your fingers brushed down his arm as he finally let you go, and you sighed, absentmindedly lifting your hips and making JJ hiss. He wanted to stay here forever, inside of you, on top of you, beside you, it didn’t matter, but he knew that he couldn’t.

“I love you,” you drunkenly slurred, voice barely a whisper.

That was why he couldn’t.

You didn’t know that you’d just had mind-blowing sex with your best friend. You’d thought it was Rafe. Your ex, the guy you loved, and the guy JJ hated. You’d thought it was him you were giving yourself to, something you’d done many times before, and JJ slowly parted from you, pulling out and feeling…numb.

There was no question about what he’d just done, and feeling like he was on autopilot, JJ pulled your sheet over you. He barely remembered getting dressed, running his hands through his hair and sinking his teeth into his lip. He stumbled towards your door, hand lingering on the knob as he looked back into your dark room. Your even breathing reached his ears, and he swiped his tongue between his lips, closing your door.

JJ still felt like he could feel you on him, coming around him and squeezing him so tight. He didn’t want to think about what he’d just done. Even if he tried, he was sure that the memory of having you beneath him would outweigh any guilt he felt…if he felt any guilt. He reached for your phone on the way out, jaw clenching.

You were his before you were Rafe’s, and tonight only proved what he thought. It should’ve been him, not Rafe, and the way you fit against him so perfectly was proof of that. The way you clung to him and scratched at him and moaned for him. JJ tried to think of a time he’d had sex that was better than that, and he couldn’t.

He swallowed, deleting the call and the voicemail from your history, eyes glancing towards your room. JJ needed to go. While he was sure you were out for the night, he didn’t want to risk you waking up and finding him instead of Rafe. He didn’t even want to think about the look on your face when the realization hit you. He had no intention of this being a onetime secret that only he knew about, but he desperately needed to get home to think…

…and to relive the memory of you milking him dry.

[moremaybank]

Hello! I hope you are doing good and i‘d like to make a request if they are open (if not just tell me it‘s fine). So the reader is Kies little Sister and she‘s like the Kook Princess 2.0. She isn‘t really close to the Pogues but she likes them. Jj always kinda found her hot and stuff but he knows kie would freak out if he‘d hit on her Little Sister. She‘s only like 1 year younger of course (no pedophile). Then Jj and John B are on a Party. Kie and Pope are hanging out together somewhere idk. Then John B and Jj see that Rafe is touching Kies Lil Sister even tho she says stop and stuff. He puts his Hand on her Waist and stuff. Jj of course go inbetween and starts a fight with Rafe (physically but only a few Punches and stuff). And Reader is basically like: Why do you care? And then yk what happens lol. It‘s like kinda soft and not rough or anything but she‘s not a Virgin. It‘s just passionate and sweet and gentle yk? Have a Great Day/Night 🫶🏻!

POGUE PRINCESS — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!carrera!reader

summary jj gets into a fight with rafe while defending you. you go off at him because he's always so reckless with his life, and it leads jj to confess something you never would have expected.

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, language, physical violence (jj fighting rafe), rafe grabbing at reader (doesn't go further than that), reader arguing with jj

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little carrera. kook princess, next in line for the throne. you weren't the traditional type of kook, though.

you were kind, always very thoughtful and giving toward the pogues, and you took great strides to help them out any time you could. you were never one to follow the whole 'kooks versus pogues' feud. to be quite honest, you thought it was complete bullshit. why should the pogues be punished for being less fortunate than the kooks who came from wealth? it wasn't their fault, and they shouldn't be treated like parasites for it.

this meant that you were a big advocate, much like your older sister, for equality among the people of the island. you did everything you could to help the pogues.

for instance, you were the one that got the kooks to raise money for backup generators on the cut. you had always considered it unfair that the pogues had to suffer after each storm, especially when they did the majority of the work to keep up the livelihood for the entire island.

you were also the one who started a nonprofit that provided scholarships for kids on the cut. you were inspired by kiara's friend, pope, who had become your own friend, and who was the genius of the group. you saw how hard he had to grind to secure his future, and it inspired you to help him and kids like him, who had to work tirelessly for the slim chance to secure their future.

all in all, you had a huge heart, and you weren't too shy to share it with the world around you. and this is exactly what led jj to fall for you.

completely and utterly head over heels for you.

-

"you're staring again," john b spoke, approaching his best friend and handing him one of the beers in his hand. he watched as jj kept his eyes on you, following your every move as you danced along to whatever song was blasting through the speakers.

the boneyard was jam-packed, and countless inebriated young adults were littered along the beach as they partied.

"how could i not?" jj replied, taking a sip of his beer as he watched you laugh at something sarah had said to you. "i mean, just look at her, dude. she's perfect."

your smile had always been a pick-me-up for jj. it was magical, so much so that it brought a deep warmth to him every time he caught the slightest glimpse of it.

"you know kiara's gonna murder you if she ever finds out that you've been lusting after her baby sister, right?" john b questioned.

"it's not lusting, john b. she's different than anyone i've ever met. i have actual feelings for her."

"well, either way, you know y/n's off-limits. kie's gonna have your damn head."

jj shrugged nonchalantly with a slight smile.

"worth it."

he watched as you caught eyes with him from across the party, giving him a small wave with a flushed face. his heart fluttered, and he waved back at you.

oh, the things he would do to hold you, and kiss you, and tell you how remarkable he considered you to be.

he flashed back to the first time he went to you after getting into an altercation with luke and how that was the first night he realized how he truly felt about you.

"oh my god, please tell me you didn't get into another fight with some asshole kook," you joked as you let jj climb through your bedroom window.

he gave you a small smile, it barely reaching his eyes as he tried to front with you as if he was okay.

"hey," you frowned when he failed to respond, "you okay?"

jj nodded, "yeah, i'm good. just need you to patch me up," he spoke quietly.

"j..." you began, "what happened? you can tell me."

you cradled his bruised face in your hands, and your eyes searched his blue ones, the signature shimmer in them completely snuffed out.

jj sighed, avoiding your gaze. "nothing, y/n. i'm fine, alright?"

"i don't believe you."

once again, he failed to respond, and you grabbed his hand in yours as you led him to sit on your bed. jj followed slowly, dragging his feet tiredly as he made his way to sit on your mattress. he slung his backpack off his shoulders and dropped it onto your hardwood floor before taking a seat.

"you can't say anything," he murmured, his gaze glued to the floor as he dragged a hand over his injured face.

"j," you spoke, "i would never. you can trust me, okay? i promise."

you sat there and listened to every single word that fell from his lips. you felt your heart crack as he opened up to you about his home life. you knew he was struggling to even speak on everything luke had put him through on an almost-daily basis, and the fact that he chose you to vent to wasn't lost on you. if anything, you felt eternally grateful that he trusted you enough to tell you everything he felt, good and bad. and you hoped he knew just how much you cared for him. you held him, spoke sweet nothings into his ear as he cried, tended to his wounds both inside and out, and made it a point to make sure he felt as special and adored as he deserved to be, and then some.

and jj would never, ever forget that intimate moment the two of you had shared and the safety and security you gave him simply by being there and lending an ear.

jj had to tell you. he had to confess how much he loved you, with every fibre in his being, no matter what your sister — or anyone else for that matter — had to say about it. he didn't care that you came from different worlds. as long as you were in his, everything would be okay.

-

come a little closer by cage the elephant blasted through the speakers as you made your way over to the keg, hoping to top up your red solo cup.

"well, well, well," you heard from behind you, and you instantly recognized the voice. "little carrera. damn, you look good."

you rolled your eyes, turning around to face the owner of that voice, the one you dreaded hearing every time the two of you crossed paths.

"rafe."

"how have you been?"

"i was great until you got here," you responded wryly, avoiding his gaze as you swirled the beer around in your cup.

"come on, y/n. don't be like that. you know you love when we partake in this little back-and-forth thing we do," rafe smirked, inching closer to you. "don't act like you don't."

you scoffed, finally levelling his gaze. "it's not acting, cameron. take the goddamn hint."

"nah. don't lie, princess. you want me. you're always wearing those skimpy ass little shorts whenever you come over. batting your eyelashes at me and reeling me in. you don't have to hide your feelings anymore. i'm here. let's do this."

rafe made to grab your waist, but you backed up, removing yourself from his reach.

"oh, so that's how you wanna play this?" he asked.

"leave me alone, rafe. how many more ways do i have to say it before you understand?"

"drop the act." rafe's surged forward, gripping your hips quite harshly as he tugged you closer to him. "you're coming with me whether you like it or not."

"get off me!" you said, shoving his hands away. you felt cold, and you wanted nothing more than to get as far away from rafe as humanly possible. before you had the chance, though, you heard someone starting to yell as they made their way over to the two of you.

"hey! don't you dare fucking touch her!"

your's and rafe's gaze found jj fast-approaching you both, and when he reached, he was quick to strike rafe across the face with his fist. you watched as rafe fell to the ground, clutching his injured jaw while jj tumbled on top of him. his hands were fast, punching and pummelling rafe's face in.

jj's blood was boiling, and he ignored each of your protests. either that, or he just couldn't hear you at all over the rage that consumed him.

"jj!" you exclaimed. "stop!"

you looked over at john b, eyes pleading for help. he nodded, and after struggling slightly, he managed to pull jj away from him. his hands pushed at jj's chest as jj tried to shove past him.

"yo, chill! she's fine, alright? calm down!" john b ordered.

jj's eyes trailed over to you, unable to read the expression on your face as his breathing started to slow. he noticed that rafe had disappeared, assumably having left, and he slowly walked over to you, pulling you aside as his hands found your face.

"you okay, pretty girl?" he asked as he inspected you, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

angrily, you turned away from his touch. "what the hell is wrong with you, jj?"

"yikes. gotta go," john b murmured before rushing away from the two of you, knowing you were about to let jj have it.

"what do you mean?" jj questioned.

you sighed harshly, "when are you going to learn that you can't just be out here starting shit with the kooks? what if they have you arrested?"

"are you fucking kidding me right now? rafe was trying to force you into doing shit that you didn't want to do, and you're mad at me?"

"yeah," you stated, "you know what? i am. because you're always doing such stupid, reckless shit that could land you in trouble. and you don't seem to care! you can't keep putting yourself in a position to get in shit!"

"i was trying to protect you!"

"news flash, idiot! i don't need you to protect me! i can do that just fine by myself."

jj scoffed harshly, "yeah, but you weren't! and i'm not just gonna stand there and watch while rafe — or anyone for that matter — hurts you! you clearly don't know me at all if you think i will."

"god, jj. this doesn't concern you. why do you even care?!"

"why do i care? because i'm in love with you, you idiot!"

okay, jj knew he was going to tell you how he felt tonight. but that was not the way he planned on doing so.

awkward.

"what?" you whispered, the anger dissipating from your features you looked up at him.

jj sighed, treading carefully as he inched closer to you. he tucked a loose strand of curls behind your ear, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone and lingering there for a moment.

"i love you. and i know you probably don't feel the same way because you're you, and i'm me, but i can't help it. you're perfect. you're smart, so damn smart. and you're kind. your heart is so big, and you care about me. you never make me feel judged or ashamed to be me. and now i'm rambling because you make me nervous as hell and i—"

you cut jj off with a kiss, not just to silence him but to tell him that you felt it too. the passion, the strong bond, the once-in-a-lifetime connection.

you felt all of it. and you felt it for him.

you felt his muscular arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. you let him, your hands sliding from the napes of his neck into his blonde locks. his lips felt like heaven, and you struggled to understand how you lasted so long without being able to taste them. it was almost as if kissing him was now your life force and the fact that you had survived up until now was by pure miracle.

you hesitated to pull away, but you did.

"i love you too," you breathed, watching the reflection of the moonlight from the water on the beach illuminate his azul eyes. "you wanna get out of here?"

jj grinned, his dimple coming to light as he nodded. "let's go, baby."

-

you and jj stumbled through the chateau door, blindly making your way to jj's room there. jj led you backwards, and when the back of your knees hit the mattress, you sat down, breaking the kiss.

"we don't have to keep going if you don't want to. i don't care about the sex. all i care about is being here with you," jj said, smoothing your hair away from your face as he assured you. the look of tenderness in his eyes had you swooning, enough to make your heart clench.

"get over here, maybank," you smiled, fisting your hand in his cotton t-shirt and yanking him toward you. you leaned back while he climbed over you, his arms on either side of your frame to ensure he didn't crush you with his weight.

your lips locked fervently, your hands slipping underneath jj's shirt and to his back as you pushed him further toward you. you could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabrics that separated the two of you, and suddenly, it wasn't enough. you pulled away, tugging at the hem of his shirt and signalling that you wanted it off. jj caught your drift, smirking slightly as he shrugged it off. you followed suit, discarding your top onto the floor.

his eyes landed on your bra-clad chest, his hands moving up your torso to cup them. you let out a quiet moan at the action, and jj took this as permission to slip your bra off. he slid one of the straps down your shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to it before he did the same to the other. his fingers then found your back, unhooking your bra and freeing your tits.

"goddamn," he breathed, palming them once again and feeling the gratifying weight of them in his hands. "you're so fucking perfect, baby. look at you."

he laid you back against the pillows with your head propped up, trailing kisses down your neck as he made his way to your chest. he adorned them with his lips, nibbling here and there and marking you as his. he took one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over it as it perked up. he sucked at it and let go with a pop before moving to the other one and doing the same.

once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the love bites he'd left on you. "you look so pretty when you're all marked up, princess," he cooed, fingers trailing over the bruises as they made their way down to the button of your jean shorts. he undid them with ease and slipped one hand inside your panties slowly. his fingers prodded at your entrance and he felt the slick pooling out of you.

"this all for me?"

you nodded in confirmation, "all for you, jj. want you to touch me, please."

"touch you how, baby?" he questioned, slowly sinking his middle finger into your entrance, "like this?" you gasped softly, and he smiled as he began to thrust it into you.

his movements were gentle and teasing as his digit massaged your walls. he curled it up with each pump, flicking it against your sweet spot as he warmed you up.

"more, j. need more." your hands rested on his muscular biceps as you looked up at him pleadingly. he granted your wish, slowly inserting his ring finger as he picked up the pace he had previously set. your toes curled, and you threw your head back, feeling him rub against your g-spot. you ground your hips against his hand, letting the friction of his calloused palm stimulate your swollen clit.

jj watched as you let the ecstasy fill your entire body, feeling you buck your hips as you searched for more pleasure. he encouraged you as you did so, "that's it, pretty girl. use my hand to make yourself cum. coat my fingers so i can taste you."

"shit," you cursed in response, your nails digging into the flesh of his upper arms. you rolled your hips against his palm over and over, chasing your high. he felt you clamp down on his fingers, and when you made eye contact with him again, he nodded, telling you to let go.

"c'mon, baby. you're right there, i can feel you. let me see how beautiful you are when you cum for me."

you let out a breathy moan as you came, squeezing jj's upper arms while you held on for dear life. your walls gripped onto jj's fingers like a vice as he let you ride out your orgasm.

once your breathing calmed, jj pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them into his mouth. he lapped at them while he held his gaze on yours and groaned in satisfaction when your release coated his taste buds.

"so fucking sweet, pretty girl. inside and out," he spoke.

you sat up, and he kissed you, letting you taste the remnants of your release on his lips. your hands trailed down his torso until they found his shorts. you palmed his bulge through the article of clothing, taking notice of its twitch when you came into contact with it.

"can i fuck you, baby? sweet and slow so i can show you how you make me feel?"

"there's nothing i want more."

jj grinned, forcing one of your own on your face as he began to rid himself of his shorts and boxers. he freed himself, and your eyes landed on the thick cock he had the pride of calling his own.

he pushed you back down gently, making sure you were nice and comfortable on the bed. he leaned forward, pecking your lips softly while he guided himself toward your entrance.

"you ready for me, princess?"

you nodded, kissing him again to grant him permission. he pushed into you as he returned the kiss, bottoming out before he started to move his hips. his arms caged you in, cradling your head with his hands as he fucked you deep, his pace relaxed and concentrated on satiating your every desire.

"tell me how you feel, baby. that feel good?" he rasped, maintaining eye contact as he plunged into you over and over.

"so good, j. want you closer, deeper." you wrapped your legs around his torso, your heels pushing at the top of his ass so you could keep him pressed to you.

he obliged, leaning his forehead against yours as he pressed his lips to yours continuously. the passion he felt for you bled through every one of his actions as he fucked you and made you his own. every kiss was magic, every touch was searing, and every thrust was a silent i love you.

you could feel him surrounding you in every sense of the term, and you never wanted this moment to end. you felt so close to him, closer than you ever had with the flames from your past. jj was like the missing puzzle you'd been searching a lifetime for but could never seem to find. and now that you'd found him, your heart would never be able to let him go. the loss would be too great to bear.

"i love you so much. never letting go of you, wanna keep you forever," he spoke as he rutted into you leisurely. his cock was massaging you so perfectly, and you felt the electricity buzzing between the two of you. "you're my princess. tell me you're mine."

"i'm yours, j. i belong to you, 'm all yours," you whispered, cupping his face as you looked into his eyes.

the words were true to your heart. you truly were his. this blonde goofball had captured your heart long ago without you even realizing it, and no one could ever compare to him.

there was no one like jj.

"that's right, baby. and no one else can ever have you."

he granted another kiss on your lips, before moving down to your neck. he kept moving as his lips searched for your sweet spot. he found it right below your ear and began to suck another hickey into your skin as he somehow rolled his hips deeper into your core.

you cried out at his depth, your hand tangling itself in his hair and pushing his mouth further onto your skin. you tugged at his locks, and he let out a muffled groan as you spurred him on.

"right there, j. i'm so fucking close, shit," you whimpered, begging for more.

he came up from the nape of your neck, "yeah? you gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

you nodded furiously, unable to form a coherent sentence while he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"i feel you, baby," he spoke once you started to squeeze him, "let go for me. that's it. just like that, mama." his teeth grazed over your sweet spot once more, and you unravelled for him.

your nails dragged down the flesh of his back, surely leaving behind a few marks of your own on him. your eyes clamped shut as the euphoria overtook you, and you hugged him to you as you came on his cock.

"cum for me, j. give it to me. make me yours for real," you pleaded, smoothing his hair out of his face as you felt him twitch inside of you.

"shit, baby. gonna give you all my cum," he grunted as he thrusted once more and erupted inside of you, painting your walls with his release. he stilled when he did so, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he came down.

"holy shit. i'm kinda jealous of all the girls that you've fucked like that," you said, letting out a soft laugh.

jj chuckled against your skin, "you really think i fucked any of those girls as good as i fucked you? no way."

you grinned, shaking your head in exasperation as you looked at him. his hair was a tousled mess, he was covered in sweat, and his lips were swollen from all the kissing. still, though, he had never looked more gorgeous.

you watched as his eyes roamed over all the hickies he'd left you with, and his eyes widened slightly in panic.

"what's wrong?" you asked.

"your sister's gonna kill me."

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Eleven)

Edited-ish. ~3k words

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A night of pretty dresses, full of dancing in the arms of your boyfriend, and enjoying time with your friends. That is how your night started. So much laughter, several drinks snuck behind the adults' backs, and sweet kisses made your head spin. Every fiber you radiated happiness for those moments of bliss. And then destruction had found its way into your evening and ruined your night.

“Where is she?!” JJ’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and you leave the nest of comfort amongst the lounge chairs you have with Reese, Natalie, and Ben.

“JJ!” You push through the serving trolleys, half broken down tables, and groups of lingering Island Club staff to see your brother and his friends rushing through the Island Club in a panic to find. “It wasn’t me,” you whisper as they turn to converge on you. The press of five warm bodies against you has fresh tears gathering in your eyes. You hug them back. A momentary rush of relief floods through you. “I’m okay. It wasn’t me.”

“What the hell happened?” Kiara asks, squeezing JJ’s arm as he clings to you even though everyone else has released you. “We saw the wreck.”

You tighten your arms around JJ, realizing he has thought the worst. JJ thought he had lost you. Once he backs off, you see the tears in his eyes, and your hands tighten around the skirt of your dress. The delicate lace is torn and bloody in places all over the skirt and bodice. The right strap is torn from the front of the dress and hangs down your back now. A ruined beautiful dress that you had borrowed and would now need to pay for. Tears blur your vision as you cry harder all over again despite the throb of your headache.

“He wouldn’t let me in the car and… and I… oh JJ!” You sink into his arms and let your little brother hold you up as you sob. “I told him not to. I told him not to get caught up in this bullshit.” You shake your head, clinging to the shreds of your senses. “He didn’t listen. And he got in a fight, and then Topper pushed him into racing a-and...”

“Where is Topper now?”

You shake your head at Sarah’s question before glancing at Ben, who is nursing his bloody knuckles, as he mumbles something under his breath that no one quite catches.

“Probably getting drunk or high with your brother,” Reese mutters, coming closer to your group. “I’m going to check in and see if there is any news, okay?” He looks at you before glancing at Natalie, who is sitting curled up in a lounge chair with his jacket on her shoulders. “Nat’s worried about you. We all are.”

You shake your head, guilt filling you. “We should worry about Mav, not me.”

“Go sit with her,” Kiara encourages, squeezing your arm. “Let’s all go sit together.”

No one says it, but you are pale and trembling. They are worried you will pass out at any given second if you stay on your feet much longer.

She leads the way as you all make your way back to the seating section. You sit beside Natalie, dropping your hand into hers and squeezing. You lean into her side and exhale a harsh breath.

“My parents are checking in,” Kiara mutters before going to the edge of the room.

The staff continues to clean up the tables around you. Feeling eyes on you, you look up and spy JJ watching you. Worry is written plainly across his face while he studies you. You attempt a sad smile, but fresh tears spring up again, so you tear your gaze away.

“What happened to your hand?” John B asks Ben while pulling ice out of a nearby ice bucket that had probably housed champagne a few hours ago. You all watch him put it in a linen napkin before offering it to Ben.

“Barry.”

“Barry?” JJ whisps around to look at you in alarm.

You exhale, slumping back into the chair. “He showed up. How do you think my dress is ruined?”

“What the fuck?”

You frown at your brother before looking at your hands. “Yep.”

“Topper and Barry in one night?” Pope whispers, and you frown, reaching up to wipe a tear.

"It's fine. Ben and Mav stopped him."

You shudder as you think about Barry's body against yours. His hands were greedy and harsh as he tore at your skirt. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try not to relive the moment again.

The sound of hurried footsteps has you all turning, and you hope Reese has a useful update on Mav. His parents were not forthcoming with you, blaming you for tonight's accident. And you know you are not welcome at the hospital. Not after the way his parents looked at you at the scene of the crash. You shudder again. This time the image of Mav’s mangled car flashing through your mind. The screams, your screams, echo in your mind as Natalie held you while Reese and Ben pulled him from the burning car. The faint image of Topper fleeing in the black smoke surfaces.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?” Sarah is off the lounge chair and crossing the room to her brother as you refocus on reality.

Your gaze finds him, and he seems to visibly relax until his focus shifts to your torn gown and shaking hands. Sarah pushes at his chest, trying to remove him from the main room, but he fights back and slips past her with ease.

“No!” JJ is the next line of defense with Pope right behind him.

“Guys,” you whisper as Natalie’s hand tightens on yours, and Ben leans over to pull her attention to him. She is fragile, much more fragile than you, and tonight has already taken such a toll on her. “Guys.” You try again, but no one is paying attention to you as the pogues try to force Rafe to leave. “JJ!”

He turns to you with wide eyes.

“Stop it, please.” You push yourself out of the chair and between the pogues and Rafe. “He’s not going to hurt me. Not right now.”

“If you do,” JJ begins to threaten him, but you level him with a look, and he fades out.

After they back off, you turn to Rafe. “Top isn’t here. None of your friends are.”

“I didn’t come for him,” he states, shrugging out of his suit jacket and arranging it around your shoulders. You frown, looking down at the powder blue jacket. “What happened, Angel? Talk to me.”

“Barry and Topper both showed their true colors.” You murmur, coldness spreading through you. “It’s really bad, Rafe. Mav didn’t look good.”

Rafe frowns, his fingers ghosting across your cheek and down to your neck to examine the bruising handprint that is already forming there. “Barry?”

You nod once before closing your eyes.

“Did he cause Mav’s accident?”

“That was all Topper.”

"Were you in the car? Do you need to see a doctor?"

"No," you murmur, trying hard not to lean into him and let him comfort you like he always has. "No, Mav would not let me in the car. I tried."

Rafe frowns, brushing his thumb across your chin. “Damn it, Angel.”

“I know,” you mumble. It had been a stupid thing to try and do. Both of you glance at the others, aware it is not just you two alone. “Reese went to get us an update.”

Rafe’s lips press into a thin line, but he is looking at his sister instead of you. Sarah frowns at him before shaking her head and looking away. She never could understand how you got through to him.

“Why did you come here?” You whisper, pulling his attention back to you. "If not for Topper."

“For you.”

“Rafe…”

“Just let me be here for you, Angel. Barry could come back.”

“He would be stupid to try it.”

“He’s done plenty of stupid things.”

You wince, agreeing with Rafe before glancing as the chairs scrap across the floor.

“You have some nerve!” Kiara and Natalie both say, springing out of their chairs. Rafe turns, allowing you to get a clear view of Topper as he walks down the hallway. A fuming Reese is right behind him. Topper looks like the picture of health, untouched and still in his Midsummer's suit.

“I come in peace. I only want to talk.”

Rafe’s hand grips your hip as he positions himself better between Topper and you. You do not miss it and squeeze his forearm in appreciation while JJ and John B push themselves to be in front of you and by association Rafe. JJ glances at Rafe’s hand on you but says nothing since Topper is the current threat.

“What could you possibly have to say?” You glare at the blond kook. “You’ve done enough!”

No longer do you tremble, instead, your back straightens, and your shoulders push back as you try to keep from tearing Topper limb from limb. Hostile feelings brewing inside of you.

Topper lifts his hands before glancing as Reese shoulders past him. He stumbles from the harsh impact of Reese's shoulder against his but quickly rights himself while Reese takes his place beside Natalie and Ben.

“I want to talk about what happened. Make it right.” Topper offers, his voice softening as he turns his attention back to you. “I need to speak to you, y/n. Alone. Try and explain.”

“The fuck you are!” JJ yells, fury erupting from him.

“Jay…” You murmur and try to reach for your brother, but Rafe bars you with a shake of his head.

“No one wants you here,” Sarah states, arms crossing over her chest, scowling at her ex-boyfriend. She stands firm beside you. “You need to go.”

“I need to talk to y/n.”

“You will never speak to her,” JJ spits, and John B. grabs his shoulder as JJ attempts to lunge after Topper.

“Mav is in the hospital because of you.” Natalie's shaking voice breaks the haze of rage and hateful glares.

“I didn’t make him race.”

“No, but you baited him,” you cut in. “Anything you have to say to me, you can say to everyone else.”

“I can’t,” Topper says, trying his best to look innocent. “Please, y/n, I need to talk to you.”

You sigh, and he grins while everyone else glares at him. “Five minutes. You get five minutes.”

Rafe’s hand tightens, but you disregard him and gently step away from his touch.

“If I’m not back in five minutes, come find me,” you whisper, leaning into him to peck his cheek. You start to remove his jacket, but he stops you, tugging it back around you firmly.

“Keep it.”

You miss the look Topper throws at your brother and friends as you push out the door and down onto the lawn. You can hear him behind you, so you do not hesitate as you storm down the boardwalk and out onto the beach.

“Why do you need to speak to me alone?” You move away from him before turning to stare at him. You trust Topper as far as you can throw him. “You have one hell of a nerve to show up here and ask to talk to me.”

Topper smirks at you. The innocent boy façade drops in a flash as he relishes in your stormy attitude. “It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t make him race me.”

“Are you an idiot, Topper?” You glare at him. “It is your fault. You are such an asshole!”

“Ladies shouldn’t curse, you know.” He tries to toy with you.

“Get fucked!”

Topper blinks in surprise, before shaking his head with a laugh. “Fucking pogues.”

“Just say you hate us,” You glare at him. “Just say you hate anyone who isn’t exactly like you.”

He smirks, looking at his loafers. “You got me.”

“Yeah?” You feel the rage building inside of you over his classist bullshit. “Or is it because you really just envy us?”

He scoffs, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You smirk, stuffing your hands into Rafe’s jacket pockets. “Because we have control over our lives. We don’t have mommy and daddy breathing down our necks.”

Topper closes the distance between you, and you stumble back, nearly toppling back into a dune. “You think your so fucking smart, don’t you y/n?” His breath is hot and smells like alcohol as he presses down on you. “But you don’t have control, do you?” He continues to crowd you. His hand moves to swipe your hair back behind your ear. You shudder at the feel of his touch on you. “Not with our little secret, huh? I have the control because I have the video.”

Your blood turns to ice instantly because you know exactly what he is referencing.

His sick laughter over enjoying your hesitation at his threat has the words unsticking from your throat as the icy wrath explodes inside you. “You have it?!”

“I’ve always had it, Angel.”

A mixture of anger and confusion washes through you. “Why you? Why would Rafe give it to you?”

Topper grins, flashing those perfect white teeth.

Realization dawns, and your mouth drops open before you whisper your realization. “It was always you.”

Topper’s grin fades as he sees the puzzle pieces fall into place for you. But you do not give him a chance as you shove his chest harshly. He stumbles back a few steps from your surprising push of energy. You launch after him. Rafe’s suit jacket crumples against the sand as it falls off your shoulders.

“It was you!” You glare at him and begin to stalk forward. He backs up, hands raising in innocence. “You bastard!” You spit at him. “You lying bastard!”

“Hey now,” Topper smirks, enjoying you get so worked up. “I never said it wasn’t.”

“Yes, you fucking did!” You scream and try to hit him, but he dodges your strike. “Rafe never videotaped us! You did, you are a fucking pervert!” You shove at his chest again, and he falls back against the boardwalk leading back to the Island Club. His eyes widen in surprise and fear. “You sick and dirty bastard!” You push your hands against your stomach to stop the violent roll of sickness washing over you. “So help you when I tell him,” You whisper with a shake of your head as you take a weak step back, nearly stumbling as everything you went through because of Topper weighs down you. “No one on Kildare will be able to save you. Not even your Mommy.”

You try to push past him to find Rafe so that you can tell him everything. It makes so much sense now why Rafe never thought you were over, and you did. Because Topper had lied, and he had killed your relationship without ever involving Rafe in its death.

Topper is quicker when he grabs your calf and causes you to stumble and crash down against the boardwalk. Your body hits the weathered boards harshly, and the sand bites into your skin. You cough, the air rushing back into your lungs.

“You aren’t good enough for him!” He yells, dragging you back down to him even as you try to crawl away. You struggle, shoving at him as he climbs over you, but his fingers find their way around your throat. He tightens his grip. “You never will be! And he can’t see that, but I can!”

“Topper,” you gasp, pushing at his chest but failing to get him off. “Top!”

“He was doing fine until you came back! You just had to come back!” Topper squeezes harder, and your lungs and chest scream in pain. "I thought Mav would be enough to drive Rafe away, but he isn't. We both know Rafe gets what he wants. And he wants you, even now."

The edges around your vision darkening. Your nails bite at Topper's forearm, breaking skin as you claw at him, but he only presses harder against your throat. The back of your legs and heels sting as you kick against the boardwalk.

“You don’t deserve to be a part of our world!” He glares down at you, and you can see years of hatred in his eyes.

You try to drive your knee up between his legs but fail as you gasp and claw at his forearm. “Topper!”

Then his weight is gone, and you gasp, rolling to your side. Your forehead presses to the boardwalk as you try to fill your lungs with air and hold back the bile rising in your throat. Moments later, a hand grips your shoulder, and you yelp, twisting away.

“It’s me. Hey! It’s me!” Rafe’s face is a mask of worry and anger. His hand trembles as he cups your face. His forehead falls against yours. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know,” you sob and grip his shoulders. Your breath hitches in your throat as he pulls you closer to him. Your body pressed against his chest. His lips ghost across your temple. Twice tonight, you have been manhandled and nearly killed because of jealousy and men wanting to have their way no matter who they hurt. You shiver, pushing yourself against Rafe's warmth while Topper lies motionless on the ground a few inches away.

“What the hell?!” Sarah yells when the pogues and kooks all rush down the boardwalk. Eyes wide in shock and confusion painting their faces. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, burying your face in Rafe’s chest. “All this time… It was Topper.”

(Chapter Twelve)

[abrunettefangirlnerd]

Accident: part 2 Angsty/Sad

Request: JJ got hurt when he crashed his motorcycle and he woke up to see the reader sleeping, head resting on her arms, on the edge of the bed. She’s had a crush on him for years, but never told him cause he liked Kiara since kindergarten.

Read Part One First

There is a slight shake to my shoulder that darts me out of my slumber. Disoriented I take in the room and realize I am not at home but in JJ’s room. With JJ awake beside me, gently trying to wake me up. Shock overtakes me before I start to feel a smile creep upon my face. Immediately sitting up I wrap my arms around him. A soft groan vibrates from JJ and I immediately pull back to inspect him.

“Shit JJ! I’m sorry.”

“I’m okay,” JJ pants. “It’s just a scratch.”

Rolling my eyes, I want to call him on his bullshit. “Just a scratch huh?”

“Totally,” JJ’s smile matches my own. “Hey ahh, is Kie here?”

               Kie. I feel my heart drop into my stomach at her name. Of course, of course he wants to see her. I’ve been the one at his side almost all night but who cares about that? Not me, obviously. I bite back the tears welling in my throat as I nod. I slip off the bed as I promise to go get her.

               Clearing the door I press my back against the wall, taking refuge in the dark hall. My thoughts run rapid as a few held back tears flow down my face. Repeating my breathing exercise, I piece myself back together. I walk slowly into the living room where the others are each nursing a beer and passing around a joint. Their attention all snaps to me.

“He’s awake.” I breath out and I visibly watch their shoulders relax. “Kie, he is asking for you.”

               Without a second thought, Kie is walking past me toward JJ’s room. I know I should take her spot on the couch but my legs can’t move. The other three are looking at me, waiting to see what I am going to do. I’m waiting too.

“Well, umm.” I avert my eyes to the ground, not wanting to see their pity. “I think I’m gonna go home. It has been a long day.”

“Y/N-“

“I’m okay, Sarah. Just tired.”

I make my way toward the door but a broad build with a half open shirt blocks my path. Too exhausted to fight, I just stand there staring beyond him. His warm hands find the middle of my shoulder blades and the back of my head as his arms wrap about me. The crack in my chest deepens and I can’t help the sob that whimpers from my throat. My knees buckle from exhaustion and if it wasn’t for John B I would be on the floor. On instinct my arms wrap around John B, clutching his shirt in my hands as I hold on for dear life.

I knew better than this and I still never moved on. I do know better, and things are going to change. Letting John B hold on to me a bit longer, I compose myself enough even I believe that I am okay. I convince John B that it is safe for me to leave and that I will see them all in the morning, I head out with the full intention of never caring that much about someone who doesn’t feel the same.

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[wishfulwithwine]

Make No Apologies - Rafe Cameron One Shot

Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader

Rewatching Grey’s Anatomy and couldn’t get Meredith’s famous “I make no apologies” quote out of my head! Definitely thought it’d be an interesting one shot…

WARNINGS: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR. 

Photo from pinterest

You should have known.

You should have noticed the touching, not simply brushing them off as just friendly gestures. 

You should have paid more attention to the looks and stares by the pair, not just thinking you were being self conscious. The way he stared at her when she’d hang around in her bikini. The way she’d glare when you two would kiss.

Maybe then, you could’ve saved yourself this pain. Well, at least some of it.

“Y/N…” Pope said, softly as he watched you freeze in place from the shock of the sight before you. Through the dirty window of the Chateau, you saw your boyfriend and your best friend fucking. 

Well… ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend.

“Y/N” Pope said again, moving closer to you to pull you into a hug, but you moved away from him sharply. 

“I-I’m fine” You said, stuttering over your words as your mouth felt like the Sahara desert and your eyes had tears forming in them.

“You don’t need to be fine. That’s - that’s fucking bullshit. I can’t believe them…” Pope said, getting angry. 

You were never an angry person, never one to blow up, and it wasn’t going to start now. 

“I’ll be fine, Pope. I’ll be fine. I just need to leave” You said, turning around finally, and walking quickly to your bike. Pope chased after you, worried about you.

“Where are you going? It’s getting dark. What do I tell your brother?”He asked, nervously, as you hopped up on your bike.

“Away from here. Tell John B I’m fine, and tell JJ we’re done” You said, and without another glance, you pedaled as quickly as you could, as far as you could. 

Pope sighed, looking back at the Chateau where the bomb of his friend group just went off, wondering what was going to happen now? 

You could barely see where you were biking through the tears, but you kept pedaling, focusing on the burning of your legs rather than the breaking of your heart. It was overwhelming all your senses, the blood pounding in your ears, your head feeling heavy with emotions. 

Which was why you didn’t see the car whipping around the corner until it was too late.

You fell off your bike hard, hitting the sidewalk painfully.

“Oh shit” the driver said, but all you could concentrate on was the pain, as you detangled your legs from the bike and held your leg tightly. 

“Y/N? Oh gosh I’m so sorry” Rafe said, realizing who he hit as you sat there looking up at him with your eyes full of tears and clothes covered in blood and dirt. “Shit that looks terrible. Let me, let me drive you to the hospital” He said, picking you up bridal style and putting you in the passenger seat gently, before driving quickly to the hospital.

When you stopped crying, wiping away your tears, you looked at him, taking in his concerned face and how he kept glancing over to you. When you locked eyes, you saw the regret clearly in his eyes.

Rafe Cameron had never been nice to Pogues, but Y/N was different. She never got involved in the fights, and they were even friendly to one another at points. Y/N was friendly with Sarah, despite the Kiara drama, and when she was over at the Cameron house, she never teased him even with his sister. It helped that he thought she was beautiful. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even see you” He said, worried.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault” You said, and he looked at you surprised.

“I just hit you with my car! It’s my fault” Rafe said.

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine” You said, deja vu happening over what just happened.

“Do you need me to call anyone? Your brother?” He asked, pulling up to the hospital.

“No!” You all but shouted, and he was completely surprised. “No, no. I’m fine. Please, please don’t call him” You pleaded softly.

“But you’re alone. Want me to call your boyfriend Maybank?” He asked, a sneer almost in his tone.

“Not my boyfriend anymore” You said, shaking your head, as he stopped in front of the hospital entrance. Rafe tried not to smile as he thought he finally had a chance with her.

He came over to your door, picked you up bridal style, and carried you into the hospital.

“Hello? Help here! I think she broke her leg” Rafe shouted, demanding attention. Seeing a bloody girl being carried by a Cameron instantly sent all the nurses rushing over.

A room was instantly made available, and Rafe carried you to the bed, putting you down and stepping outside the door so the doctors came to analyze you.

Rafe took a deep breath, looking at the closed door you were behind, before going to the waiting area and pulling out his phone.

He couldn’t believe it was you - Y/N Routledge, the infamous little sister of John B Routledge. He had always thought you were too good to be around those dirty Pogues, but he understood John B was your brother. You were exceptionally smart, beautiful and nice to literally everyone. The only downside however was that you somehow had fallen under Maybank’s spell, but now that you weren’t - well now, he would finally make his move on his dream girl. 

It was only a few minutes later when you saw Rafe again, after the doctors left, and he came with a clipboard full of paperwork.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, nervously, biting his nail as he sat down next to you. You were in a hospital gown now, an IV full of pain medication in your arm.

“A broken leg and some lacerations. Nothing major” You replied, looking at him softly.

“I’m so sorry. Are you sure there isn’t anyone I can call for you?” He asked, holding your hand. You gave him a warm smile, before looking down at your hands.

“I was trying to get away from everyone tonight” You said, and he held your hand a little tighter, concerned.

“You don’t have to tell me. I’m here for you” Rafe said, as you looked up at him and saw the truth in his eyes.

“I saw JJ and Kiara, together, through the windows. I just - left. JJ basically lives there with my brother and I - I don’t want to go home,” You said, your lip wobbling as you tried not to cry.

“I’m going to kill him” Rafe said softly, his jaw clenching. You reached your hand out, touching his cheek as he rested his head on your hand.

As you stared at him, you realized how beautiful Rafe Cameron was. The ocean blue eyes, the sparkling smile you’d seen him sport with his friends and Wheezie… he was obviously fit and in shape too. You had always found him attractive, but you never had allowed yourself your eyes to stray from JJ too long. Rafe was always nice to you, despite what he did to your sibling and your friends. 

“Don’t look at me like that” Rafe whispered, interrupting your thoughts.

“Why?” You asked confused.

“Because I’ll kiss you” He said, and it felt like it was only you two in a bubble, the tension growing enough you could cut with a knife.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry for my son! I told him he needs to drive slower and more careful. We’ll take care of all of the costs. Don’t worry about a thing” Ward says, bursting into the room and interrupting your moment, giving you a sympathetic glance, before glaring at his son.

“No, please. I shouldn’t have been biking in the dark” You said, trying to take some of the heat off of Rafe. Ward shook his head, appreciating how you were trying to cover for his son. 

“No, we’ve got it covered. Where’s your brother?” He asked.

“I didn’t want to bother anyone. I’m fine” You insisted.

“No, Rafe will stay with you and then if you want, bring you to our house to recover” Ward states, before the doctors took you in to surgery.

Hours later, Rafe helped you enter Tanneyhill with your crutches. 

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Sarah asked, coming down the stairs with Wheezie to see who was coming home so late. “What happened?” 

“My car crashed into her bike. She’ll be staying here for a bit” Rafe said, as he went to pick you up so you didn’t have to hobble up the stairs with crutches. Sarah and Wheezie looked surprised, as you seemed comfortable in his arms.

“Should I call John B?” Sarah asked, almost excited.

“No, I’m good” You said, with a smile, before the Cameron sisters were out of sight.

He led you into one of the guest rooms, and sat you down on the bed.

“Anything I can get you?” Rafe asked, kneeling down in front of you. You smirked.

“Look at you, asking a pogue what they want” You teased, and he chuckled.

“I don’t count you as a pogue. You’re too pretty and smart” He said honestly, and you reached out to cup his cheek again, like before when you had that moment in the hospital.

He stared at you, his eyes focusing on the softness of your lips. He leaned forward, expecting you to push him away, but was happily surprised when his lips met yours. He put his hands on either side of your face, his large hands almost as big as your head, and he kissed you deeper and more passionately. 

It was an awkward position, as you couldn’t move your leg and he didn’t want to hurt you anymore than he already had.

“Rafe” You said, leaning back from the kiss, pulling your lips away.

“What? Is everything ok?” He asked, concerned, gaze drifting down to your leg to see if he had pushed it.

“No, everything’s ok, but would you maybe want to help me with a shower?” You asked, nervously, watching his facial expression go from previously concerned to a wide smirk. He didn’t answer you, just kissed your lips again, before going to carry you off to the bathroom.

“You sure you want me to?” He asked, beginning to help you wrap your cast so it didn’t get wet.

“Yes” You said. “You’ve helped me… forget” 

“I hope you know, I don’t just want to be your rebound” Rafe said, seriously. You smiled.

“You want more than just a hookup? Are you actually Rafe Cameron?” You teased, and he just shook his head, kissing you.

“Laugh all you want, but soon you’ll be naked in a shower with me, helping you get clean” Rafe said, and you giggled, pulling him into another kiss.

Let’s just say it was a very steamy shower…

Back at the Chateau

Pope was sitting on the dock, as far away from the Chateau as he could without actually leaving the place. He was debating going home so he didn’t have to be with the cheaters, but he didn’t want to go home and work for his parents. Also, he figured he should tell John B why his sister wasn’t coming home.

It wasn’t too long after you had left that John B arrived home, and before even entering the house, he had seen Pope alone on the docks… which concerned him. 

Where was everyone that Pope was alone on the docks?

“Hey! Where is everyone?” John B asked, sitting down next to him. Pope clenched his jaw, wondering how he was going to tell his best friend that his sister got cheated on by their two best friends.

“JJ and Kiara are inside. Y/N left” Pope said, trying to figure out how to tell him about what happened.

“Hey guys!”JJ shouted, coming out with Kiara to join the boys on the docks. John B noticed how Pope’s jaw clenched tighter, his hands curling up into fists, and how he wouldn’t look at the other two.

“Where’s Y/N?” John B asked, as JJ and Kiara sat down, and Pope looked up at the two, who pretended that nothing had just happened.

“We saw you two fucking” Pope said, and as JJ’s mouth dropped, Kiara’s face smiled,  moving closer to JJ and pulling him into a hug.

“Finally! We don’t have to pretend anymore” Kiara said excitedly.

“Finally?! Are you fucking kidding me? How long have you been cheating on my sister?” John B shouted angrily, getting up and walking over to JJ. JJ pushed away Kiara, and stood up, holding his hands up in surrender.

“A few months” Kiara said with a smile, as she reached out to hold onto JJ’s hand. Everyone looked at her with a glare. “What? I’m happy I get to be with my JJ without her ruining things” 

“That’s my sister, you dumb bitch” John B said, wanting to slap the girl but he didn’t hurt women. He looked over to JJ. “How could you do this to her? To me? To us?” 

“It was a mistake!” JJ said, walking backwards off the dock onto land, seeing the glint in John B’s eyes. Kiara looked hurt at his words, but John B started running at JJ, tackling him into the ground and beginning to punch him. 

It was a good fight, before John B finally stopped, Pope having to separate the two.

As Kiara helped JJ get cleaned up, Pope helped John B. 

“So where’s my sister?” John B asked, looking to Pope, who shrugged.

“She just took her bike and left. Told me to tell you she’s fine, and JJ she’s done” Pope said. 

“She’s done? She broke up with me?” JJ asked, surprised, and everyone looked at him surprised.

“She saw her best friend and her boyfriend fucking. Yea, she’s done with you” Pope stated bluntly, rolling his eyes.

“No, she can’t be done. I love her” JJ said, and Kiara gasped, slapping him across the face.

“You love her? What about all the times you told me you wanted me?” Kiara exclaimed.

“You don’t love Y/N, or else you definitely wouldn’t have cheated on her” Pope said. 

“Just leave, dude. Both of you. Honestly, I can’t - I can’t look at either of you” John B said, and Kiara and JJ left.

“Where do you think she is?” Pope asked John B.

“If I know my sister, she probably wants to be left alone for the night” John B said. 

It was a few days later when John B saw his sister again, pulling up to the Chateau in Rafe Cameron’s car. All the Pogues were there, watching as Sarah and Rafe both got out of the car, before Rafe went and helped Y/N out of the car, getting her the crutches.

“Holy shit, what happened? Are you okay?” John B asked, running over to his sister and giving her a tight hug.

“I’m fine, no worries. Just a little bike accident okay?” You said, and John B looked to the Cameron siblings.

“Why are you with them?” He asked, annoyed.

“They’ve been helping me out since the accident, and Rafe’s my…” You said, looking to Rafe, who nodded with a smile. “Rafe’s my boyfriend. I’m just here to pick up some stuff and then I’ll be moving in with them. It’ll be better for everyone” You said, looking over John B’s shoulder at JJ and Kiara. 

“You’re living with him now? Rafe Cameron? You’re a whore. The kook king’s whore” JJ sneered.

Rafe moved forward, but you stopped him with your arm holding his bicep. He looked down at you confused, before your eyes locked, a look in your eyes he had never seen before and nodded, his jaw locked in anger as he watched you look back at JJ. 

JJ was expecting you to walk away, like you always did. No commotion, no reply.

That was the old Y/N. He wasn’t expecting Y/N, Rafe’s girlfriend.

“You don’t get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. So all the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared?

 Because I was done. You left me. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don’t get to call me a whore” You said, calmly but deadly, staring directly now into JJ’s eyes as everyone’s jaw dropped at your reply.

“Also, if you think I’m a whore, a kook whore, for living with my boyfriend while I recover from a leg injury, you should check your new girlfriend’s DMs. Especially the ones with picture attachments. You never satisfied me, so I’m not surprised she’s hitting up every guy in Figure 8 to get better sex” You added, watching as everyone’s head whipped over to Kiara who was bright with embarrassment and anger. You smirked, and Rafe put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you in for a kiss.

“That’s my girl” He said, smiling widely. You kissed him again, before turning to your brother and Pope.

“I’ll see you guys often, but I need some space from… that” You said, and John B nodded.

“Can you get hotter, baby girl? I’m going to treat you so well tonight. Such a good girl for me” Rafe said, with a smug grin, as he followed you into the house, picking up your things with Sarah. You sat on the bed, telling them what to get, as Rafe protested you moving things.

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want to hear that!” Sarah said, and you giggled, as Pope and John B looked confused while Rafe rolled his eyes. JJ stood in the corner arms crossed and glaring at Rafe.

“Can I have a minute with my sister, alone?” John B said, when the bags were finally packed and Rafe and Sarah were about to take things to the car. You looked at Rafe and Sarah, nodding, and they left you with John B, but not before Rafe kissed your forehead. Pope and JJ left, with a look from John B.

He sat down next to you on the bed, looking at you and your cast.

“Are you sure you want to stay with them? I can easily ban JJ and Kiara from the house. You’re my sister and I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you” He said, and you smiled softly, looking at your brother, reaching out to hold his hand.

“I’m positive. They’re your friends, and I’m happy with Rafe. Really happy with him and Sarah’s awesome. I’m hurt, really hurt by what they did and I just don’t feel comfortable being around them, especially in the Chateau where they were doing it. JJ basically lives here and I wouldn’t want you to kick him out and he’d have to live with his dad. That’s not right, and I can live with the Camerons. They’ve all been great” You said, and you could see the tears well up in John B’s eyes.

“If you ever need me, I’ll be here for you” He said, with a sad smile, as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“Same here, bro, same here” You said, pulling apart.

“If he makes you happy, that’s all I want” He said, as he helped you get up to go out to them.

“Rafe does” You said, with a smile, looking over to the car where Rafe was waiting. JJ, Pope and Kiara were on the porch.

“See you later John B, Pope” You said, giving them both one last hug, ignoring the other two before heading with the Camerons.

“Come on, sweetheart” Rafe said, lifting you up and putting you in the car. You smiled, giving him another kiss, before you all drove away. 

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 43

"What the hell just happened?" Pope asked as he was propped up against the Twinkie.

"I saved all your asses." Jessie retorted sternly, clearly over their bullshit. Jessie went straight to Kiara to take Charley back into her arms, Rafe and JJ following close behind her to usher everyone into the van.

Nobody knew what to say to Jessie's remark... she was right, but was that really how they wanted it handled?

"We didn't have to shoot anyone!" John B protested, clearly anxious about the situation.

"Didn't we John B? Didn't we?" Jessie asked angrily as she gave John B a death glare. "You know what," Jessie sat Charley down on the ground to play with whatever she found. "I'm tired of you guys acting like shit like this wasn't gonna happen. You go on treasure hunts, you get guns pointed at your heads, you do drugs, you pawn gold... people get killed! And just like so many years ago, I'm the only one that has the balls to protect you guys despite you dragging me through the shit with you that I never asked to be apart of! I don't need any more shit from any of you!"

Everyone was speechless, simply looking at Jessie trying to register how they should feel. JJ and Rafe however had already heard the speech, and they stood there awkwardly with their hands in their pockets.

"You guys can be mad at me all you want for leaving all those years ago without so much as a goodbye... but never forget one thing... I will always do the hard thing. Don't act so surprised like you don't even know me! You think I just went to New York and became some soft ass bitch? No! I ran with a group that's done far worse than what I just did." Jessie seethed, looking around at everyone. "And I'd do it again." Jessie stated calmly with a slight chuckle. Jessie was clearly done talking, yet nobody spoke up except for Rafe.

"You guys are taking Jessie and Charley back to JJ's, and JJ and I are staying here until you bring my truck back." Rafe stated calmly as he scratched the back of his head, trying to break the tension.

"What about the cross?" Pope asked.

"Oh would you forget about the damn cross-" Jessie started but was cut off by her brother.

"We're gonna get the cross... but we've got bigger issues to take care of first."

"Issues, oh yeah, issues! Issues my ass! Don't act like what I just did is an is-"

"Jessie," JJ raised his voice slightly in annoyance, giving his sister a wide side eye. "Shut up."

Rafe once again decided to try and de-escalate the situation... mainly just his wife.

"Look, Jess... no one's saying you didn't have a right to do it... we-they're all just a little shocked right now."

Jessie had no more words, instead she just scoffed and opened the door of the twinkie and called Charley over to her. The Pogues followed behind and Rafe and JJ both gave John B a sympathetic look as he drove away.

It was now just the two of them, the two men that loved Jessie the most in this world, the two men who would always come running to her rescue. This was a perfect example of that.

"Sooooo..." JJ trailed off with pursed lips as he kicked the leaves on the ground.

"Don't act like you didn't know this would happen." Rafe immediately interjected with a disgusted look on his face. He began to walk around, putting his hands behind his head to stretch and sighed deeply.

"She's just like you, ya know." JJ stated plainly.

"And what's that supposed to mean." Rafe spat.

"You'd both kill anyone or anything that was in your way, neither of you care what anyone else thinks about you... you're perfect for each other. You're like.. Bonnie and Clyde." JJ said through a laugh. "I never wanted to admit it but... you're both some hard headed ass bitches that can burn the whole world up simply because you choose to do it together."

"Then why have you always hated us being together?" Rafe asked sarcastically with knotted brows, now looking at his brother in law with hands on his hips, expecting an answer. JJ paused for a second before his half smile faded away.

"Because those same traits are exactly what can so easily be each other's downfall."

There was a hush between them, and Rafe knew what JJ was talking about. He had experienced the downfall.

"You both have gone through your whole lives looking for different vices, you both have very addictive personalities. If you don't keep it in check, that's how you end up hurting each other to the point of no return... literally. You two have the ability to be star crossed lovers or to be an atomic bomb. You hold each other's hearts so tightly you could strangle them to death in a minute."

Rafe said nothing once more, only looking down at the ground and scratching his neck once more with a slow nod of understanding.

"I was never scared that you didn't love her, dude... I was scared that you did."

Rafe just chuckled under his breath.

"JJ, I-I think that's the deepest thing I've ever heard you say." Rafe joked, clearly not knowing what to say. "But thank you... I think?"

"It was meant to be a compliment." JJ half smiled. Rafe reciprocated by smiling as well, both of them looking around and laughing as if they had made it.

"But, uh, you should know that I know you put that hole in the wall at Tanneyhill..." JJ said awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Rafe's face dropped, clearly embarrassed and feeling the whole heartfelt conversation they had just had was flushed down the toilet.

"Yeah... I uh... got a little angry."

"We all get a little angry sometimes, man, but I trust that Jessie's wrath will always rain harder than mine, and that's what's keeping me from pummeling you right now." JJ only half joked. Still, Rafe laughed.

"Yeah, she uh... doesn't let me live much down."

"Oh I know. She can handle her shit."

"Clearly." Rafe replied with a swift nod of the head towards the entryway of the church. JJ laughed in response.

- - -

John B had finally made it back to the house, dropping the girls off and bringing Pope along with him to grab Rafe's truck back at Tanneyhill.

Not many words were exchanged between everyone on the way back to the Chat. Jessie simply exited the van with her daughter on her hip and walked faster than the rest of the girls to get inside first.

"Mommy, I wanna play." Those were the first words out of the toddlers mouth since the debacle. Jessie was grateful Charley clearly had no clue or at least had forgotten what unfolded based on the carefree look on her sweet face. Jessie sat down on the couch, Charley in front of her playing with the toy cars on the coffee table. She put her hands in her hair and looked down at the ground as she felt the couch sink on both sides of her, knowing Kie and Sarah were sitting down with her, both of them still at a loss for words.

Jessies emotions were throwing the girls off, she didn't seem sad or remorseful... she seemed laser focused and angry... at the Pogues most likely. Despite Jessie's unreadable expressions, she decided to snap out of whatever she was feeling and play with the toy cars with her daughter, carefully spinning the wheels of the bright red car towards the other hot wheel Charley was holding.

"No don't crash them, mommy!" Charley laughed as she sped her car away from Jessie's, who was pretending like she was chasing them. Jessie laughed in response, clearly entranced in her own little world with her toddler.

"Jessie..." Kiara finally spoke up barely above a whisper. "How are you not freaking out right now?" She asked with a look of disbelief. Jessie looked up to make eye contact with the girl to her left and simply shrugged.

"You wouldn't freak out either if you were protecting your family." Jessie simply put it, going back to playing cars with Charley. Kie simply looked over Jessie and made eye contact with Sarah. Ironically, Sarah didn't seem as shocked by the response as Kiara did. It's almost as if Sarah had seen the same... numb look in Rafe's eyes before... the same calm, chilling demeanor. Sarah couldn't decide if she understood Jessie's stance or not.

"You're probably hungry aren't you baby?" Jessie asked in an unusually cheery voice to her daughter.

"Yeah!" Charley enthusiastically replied as her eyes grew wide and her hands went up in celebration.

"Let's get you something to eat." Jessie responded as she got up from between the two girls and made her way into the kitchen. She fixed Charley a turkey and cheese sandwich with ketchup on the side, just how the toddler liked it. She of course didn't forget to cut the sandwich into four triangles. As Charley sat contently in the chair scooted close to the island to eat her sandwich, Jessie opened the fridge once more to help herself to a beer. Jessie and Sarah both watched Jessie open the glass bottle effortlessly against the counter top and take a large swig of the beverage. Considering it was the middle of the day, and Jessie wasn't much of a drinker (at least not anymore), to say they were shocked was an understatement. Still, the two girls were too intimidated to say anything. However, Jessie looked over to catch a glimpse of the looks of judgement and confusion on the two teenagers' faces.

"What?" Jessie snapped as she extended her hands out.

"Nothing." They both said and physically shook the looks off their faces, realizing they probably looked really judgmental. Jessie shrugged off the encounter by taking another drink of her beer and walking to her old room with a posture that showed she was still unphased.

Jessie sat on her bed and sighed, her head hung low. She realized in that moment she really needed a massage, her shoulders were so tense her head and neck started to hurt. She took a deep breath as she looked back up at the small wooden desk in front of her, the same desk she barely did any work at years ago, the same desk that was pretty much only used to house her dad's drugs. That reminded her... had that drawer been opened since she left? More importantly, were her buds still in there? Jessie hadn't thought about smoking since she found out she was pregnant, quickly learning to resist the urges and never picked the old habit back up even after Charley was born. She always viewed that activity as one that was almost sacred in a way, as if not smoking was a symbol that she was a new person.

Still, she couldnt help but feel like the same old Jessie in that moment, sitting in her old room, drinking whatever alcohol she could find, stressed as hell by whatever she had gotten herself into or tried to get someone out of. She felt like she sat there for hours contemplating her next move, but really it was only mere minutes before she inched her way closer to the desk. She remembered the room being so small she didn't even have to completely get off the end of the bed to open the tiny drawer. She opened the drawer to reveal all the old shit she had left in the desk, a notebook, pens, some old sunglasses, none of the items what she was hoping for. She felt like an addict again, as the sight of not seeing what she was looking for suddenly made her upset. She continued to delve her hand deeper into the back of the drawer, eventually finding what felt like a long, wadded up piece of paper. Bingo. The joint she found did not look anything like the ones she had rolled in high school, thank goodness. She was scared to smoke something that old. She figured JJ must've used her stash at some point, but of course made it a point to always have some on standby. She silently thanked her brother.

Jessie rolled the fresh joint in between her fingers, imagining the hit being way better than the four year old bud she expected to see in the drawer. She hadn't smoked in so long she imagined it would be like smoking for the first time again, her tolerance most likely had dwindled down drastically, but who was she to know until she tried it?

As she considered the pros and cons of lighting up, her mind wandered to Rafe. She remembered that drugs were exactly what drove her away from OBX in the first place. She hesitated, but then again, Jessie was never nearly as addicted to this stuff as Rafe was, right? And, it's not like she was snorting lines... this was just a little weed, right? Still, Jessie couldn't help but feel bad considering she left Rafe because of his drug problems, and ever since they got back together he had been off of them himself. But, then again, she could quit whenever she wanted to, addiction to drugs was never truly her problem. Or so she thought, until she was presented with just the right amount of stress and the perfectly rolled joint that just so happened to be so easily accessible. She convinced herself now was the time to do it. Still, she hesitated for her fears deep down inside her that this would start another battle of epic proportions that would affect both her and the people she loved. She had seen what one simple joint had done in the past. So, instead of smoking, she simply stuck the joint in her back pocket, not completely sure what she was planning on doing with it just yet.

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The Last Days of Summer VI (Rafe Cameron x Heyward!OC)

Warnings: violence, underage drinking, drug use, verbal abuse, jealousy, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers, gaslighting + manipulation

Synopsis: Stuck in a situation she never dreamed of, Neriah Heyward blurs the line between Kook and Pogue; Rafe Cameron a witness.

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Rafe ditched me sometime that night, leaving the party to run off with Kelce and Topper.

I didn’t complain, actually very relieved that I didn’t have to pretend in front of his family, nor keep my head on a swivel to make sure he didn’t catch me alone again. Londyn and I left eventually as well, opting to go back to her house for the night. We were beat, the long day leaving us essentially useless. We fell asleep almost immediately after arriving, barely staying awake long enough to get ready for bed.

His sudden confession filled my mind for the rest of the night, brain struggling to understand where any of it came from. How did he know all of those things about me? Why did he wait so long to say anything? Why did he think I would suddenly fall into his arms and accept his so gracefully?

I left early the next morning, my father calling me home as some sort of punishment for my brother running off last night. I didn’t argue with him, bidding my farewells to the Woods’ before getting in the car Londyn’s mom ordered for me.

I didn’t get a moment to myself when I stepped foot into the shop. My father immediately sent me to work, ordering me to deliver groceries to people in town. I rode around Kildare on my dad’s boat with everyone’s orders, the deliveries were seemingly endless. Eventually I arrive at Kie’s parent’s restaurant, The Wreck.

I hop out of the boat with groceries in hand, dragging my feet towards the entrance. I enter the shop, tempted to just leave the groceries by the door and leave, and spot my brother and his friends gathered at a table nearby.

“And where the hell did you go last night?” I say, grabbing everyone’s attention. “I had to face the wrath of our dear father this morning, no thanks to you.” I cut my eyes at JJ as well, who sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

“You don’t get to be mad at me, Riah.” Pope rolls his eyes at me. “You went to that thing with Rafe Cameron. If anything I should be the pissed one here. Matter of fact, I think I am.”

“I’m so sorry that you have no idea how to fight back against some bullies, and your sister had to step in to save your weak behind. Twice.” I set the groceries down on the counter before walking over to the table, crossing my arms across my chest as I stand in front of my body.

“I didn’t ask your dumb ass to do that. Now we’re both in deep shit.” He says. I scoff.

“I’m sorry that I risked everything I’ve worked for to defend your honor.” I continued. “I had absolutely no idea that almost sacrificing my scholarship and risking jail time was not worth defending your ungrateful ass. I’m sorry that you have a poor choice in friends that just can’t seem to stop committing crimes.”

“Don’t talk about them like they’re not there.” Pope says, actually looking up at me now. He looks more than a little irritated, his jaw clenching as he speaks. “Do you think you’re better than me because you hang out with Kooks?”

“No, of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.” I laugh dryly. “I just think you’re an idiot because you destroyed a thirty-thousand-dollar piece of property, no thanks to JJ once again, had some white boys posted outside of our house trying to intimidate us, and almost got arrested. You’re lucky JJ is a good friend or else your ass would be fried.”

“Thanks?” JJ says, not sure if I was giving him a compliment or insulting him.

“Didn’t you beat Rafe Cameron with a golf club? How is that any better than what I did?” He stands up, getting in my face.

“Because I’m not the one running around Kildare getting into bullshit everyday! That’s you!” I shout, shoving at his chest. Kiara moves to get in between us, but Pope doesn’t move. He just stares back at me just as angrily as I do him.

“Okay, I think you need to chill.” John B says to me.

“Shut up, John B.” Pope and I say in unison. The boy raises his hands in defense.

“Clearly none of you are talking sense into him, so I guess I have to.” I look around at the rest of the group, all of them avoiding eye contact with me. 

“I make my own decisions, Neriah.” Pope mumbles, sitting back down in his chair.

“Well they aren’t smart ones.” I knock Kie’s hand off my shoulder. “There are people that care about you, Pope. More than the people in this room and you seem to forget that. Or maybe you just don’t give a damn.”

With that I walk away, making my way towards the door. The restaurant is silent for a moment, everyone taking in what I just said.

“We care about him just as much as you do.” JJ says, briskly walking up to me before I can get to the door. I chuckle humorlessly, giving the blonde a tight-lipped smile.

“Then act like it.” I say, pushing the heavy door open. His eyes shift down to my neck, widening slightly as they catch mine again.

“What happened to your neck?” He inquires, voice low enough for only me to hear. He reaches up to touch it but I push his hand away, zipping up my jacket all the way and ignoring his concerned eyes.

“See you at home. Or not.” I give my brother a final glance before turning away.

With that, I exit the shop and go back to our dad’s boat. I drive down the marsh, not looking back at the building despite feeling all of their eyes on me.

Pope never came home that night.

My parents waited for him for a while, but they went to bed sometime after one in the morning. I went to bed as well, knowing better than to expect anything different from my brother. He still wasn’t there in the morning when I woke up, the sun high in the sky and no Pope in sight.

Londyn and I decided to waste the day together, meeting Brye on the way. The two of them could sense my poor mood the minute they set eyes on me. The entire time they tried to cheer me up. After an hour of gossip and cracking bad jokes I’d finally had enough.

“You guys know better than to think telling terrible jokes is going to make me feel any better.” I finally speak after spending the past hour moping to myself in silence.

“We knew that at some point you’d get annoyed enough to finally say something. Which you did!” Brye says, nudging me obnoxiously. I roll my eyes, standing up from my seat.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I mumble as I walk away.

I wash my hands in the bathroom, watching myself in the mirror above the sink. The bruise on my neck has only gotten worse, the dark purple splotches peeking out of the top of my shirt. I’m visibly tense, my eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched unconsciously. My teeth have started to ache from the unintentional grinding. 

I shut off the water, gripping the sides of the sink as I take a deep breath. 

My brother and I each have our own lives. Very opposite lives. He would never do the things I do and I would never do the things I do. He’d sooner walk barefoot across broken glass before hanging out on Figure 8 willingly to be quite frank, which I understand. But sometimes I wish he would be more responsible. He actually has a future off of this island, but he never thinks of how easily that opportunity could be lost.

I have nothing again against his friends. I think Kie so desperately wants to defy her parents in any way she can, John B has a lack of true authority figures to guide him, and JJ is a klepto with a penchant for violence and alcohol. But that doesn’t make them bad people. They’re always there for my brother, they’d do anything for them, and I could ask for nothing more.

Except for them to make sure he doesn’t do the same stupid shit they do.

I sigh deeply, stepping out of the bathroom after drying my hands. I keep my head down as I walk, mind busy with things I need to say to Pope the next time I see him. I almost don’t hear the person calling for my attention.

“Excuse me. Excuse me, girl!” An older white woman dressed rather tackily calls out. I look around, wondering who she’s speaking to and furrow my eyebrows in confusion when she waves me over. “God, are you people deaf or something?” She says annoyedly, looking me up and down.

“Excuse me?” I ask, puzzled.

“Refill my drink. And make sure it’s light ice this time.” She shoves her empty glass towards me. When I don’t take it she looks at me expectantly. “Hello? Can you hear me? I said to get me a drink.”

“I don’t work here.”

“Then what the hell are you doing here?” She looks me up and down in disgust. “I didn’t know they let your kind of people into the club.” The other women she’s seated with giggle, each of them picking me apart with their eyes.

“What do you mean by that?” Feeling quite offended, I scrunch my face up at her. “Actually, I don’t care.”

“Did you sneak in here? Do I need to call security?” She says, smirking as she prepares to wave the guard over.

“She’s with me.” A familiar voice sounds out, footsteps approaching behind me. “Is there a problem, Carolyn?”

“Oh!” She says, dropping her hand back into her lap with a nervous smile. “Of course not. I just-”

“You ladies have a good day.” The voice says before placing a warm hand on my back and leading me away.

As soon as we’re out of the women’s line of vision I shove the hand off me, backing away quickly. I shiver at the way Rafe looks at me, the view of him genuinely smiling at me making me feel uneasy. It seems like I run into him more and more as the days go by.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“You're welcome.”

“I didn’t need your help.” I cross my arms, pushing past him to go meet my friends again.

“It looked like you were about to be removed from the property to me.” Rafe says condescendingly. 

“Maybe all the coke is affecting your vision too.” Before I can make it very far, the Cameron son grabs my bicep and pulls me back to him. I try to snatch my arm away, but he doesn’t loosen up. “Don’t touch me.”

“Y’know, you really should be more grateful.” He looks down at me, still holding my arm in his grip. “You would be in a very bad position without me.” I scoff.

“I’m already in a bad position.” Roughly pulling myself away from him, I squint my eyes at him. “Leave me the hell alone, Rafe. I’ve already done what you wanted, and whatever you want to happen between us is not happening.”

“I don’t know…” He hums, tilting his head. “My side hurts a bit. My leg too. Maybe you can kiss it better for me?” He walks towards me, pretending to limp. I shove him away from me and he laughs.

“Fuck off, Rafe. I’m not in the mood for you today.” His laughter dies down slowly, eyes falling below my jawline. The feeling of his heated stare on me all of sudden has me shifting from foot to foot nervously. 

“Did I do that to you?” He asks, eyes still fixed on the large, finger shaped splotches of purple decorating my neck. I pull up the collar of my shirt in an attempt to cover my exposed skin. “Don’t cover it. I want to look.”

“Rafe. Do not piss me off right now.”

“I’m being serious.” He steps forward, reaching to lower my hand. “They look pretty on you.” I scoff, swiping his outreached hand away.

“You’re a dick.” I say as I storm away from him, hearing his laughter and feeling his gaze on my back as I retreat.

I make it to my friends after a short walk, ignoring their questions about what took me so long. We sat in the sun for a bit longer, drinking lemonade and talking about how sad we are about the summer coming to an end soon. 

I watch Rafe in the distance, talking with Topper and Kelce. Topper looks quite distressed, arguing with his two friends for a moment while they try to calm him down. I haven’t seen him with Sarah since Midsummers, and even then they looked a bit distant. At least Sarah did. I wonder if that’s what has him so upset.

“Rafe Cameron!” A voice calls out.

We all snap our head in the direction of the sound. I spot a shorter man get out of a car and walk towards the gate very menacingly. I watch as Rafe and Topper approach him, the younger confused as the man confronts Rafe very aggressively. 

“Who did he piss off this time?” Brye asks, watching the ordeal disinterestedly. 

“Who hasn’t he pissed off?” Londyn adds, causing me to throw my head back in laughter.

“Am I just some little bitch?” The shorter man asks rather loudly. “Is that what your family looks at me like?”

Rafe tries to calm him down, looking around at the crowd that’s started to gather. He looks just as confused as the rest of us, as if he has no idea why the man he seems to be quite familiar with has shown up to confront him.

“Okay, so why is your little sister and her little surf rat friends running around stealing $25k out of my house?”

Sarah? Surf rat friends? Stealing?

Sarah Cameron wouldn’t pick a penny off the ground for good luck, what the hell does he mean she stole twenty-five-thousand dollars from him? Sarah Cameron has more money than anyone on this island. And what Pogues are running around with the Kook princess? The only Pogues Sarah has ever spoken to willingly are me and John B.

John B. Surf rat friends. Pogues. John B. Sarah. John B.

Shit.

The confrontation turns violent when Rafe puts a hand on the man’s shoulder. The man shoves him roughly, yelling something that I can’t make out. Topper steps in and breaks up the altercation, separating the two.

“Sort this shit out with your sister.” The brunette man says.

“Alright!” Rafe says panickedly.

“Imma get my money. If it’s not from you, it’s from her.” The man backs off, walking towards his car. “Remember that. I’ll see you boys around.”

Rafe and Topper talk for a minute, the two of them looking equally as stressed out. Everyone else has stopped watching, including my friends who have gone back to their previous conversation, but I keep my eyes on the two. Eventually the boys get on their bikes, pulling off quickly as their engines rev all the way down the street.

How deep are Pope Heyward and his friends?

“You stole twenty-five-thousand dollars from a drug dealer…and spent it all on a hot tub?” I yell angrily. “Have you lost your minds?”

“To be fair, it’s a nice hot tub.” JJ says. I look at him incredulously. 

I came to JJ’s house the next day to find my brother and confront him about the things I overheard the day before. I nearly passed out when I saw the large jacuzzi sitting in JJ’s front yard, knowing that only he’d be irresponsible enough to buy something like that with stolen drug money.

“How did you even find out?” Pope asks.

“He was yelling at Rafe about how his baby sister was running around with some Pogues robbing people.” Pope looks even more confused, jumping out of his chair before coming up to me in the middle of the yard.

“You were hanging out with Rafe Cameron?” I scoff in disbelief at his audacity to be upset with me.

“No, I wasn’t hanging out with him, and even if I was, that’s not the point.” I push past him to go stand on JJ’s porch next to Kiara. She looks at me sheepishly and scratches her head. “There is a man out there, multiple men, that want your heads.”

“Neriah, don’t worry. We got this.” JJ says walking up to me. He tries setting a comforting hand on my shoulder but freezes midair when I give him a deathly look. He backs off with his hands raised, going back to what he was doing before.

I spent a while at his house, stressfully thinking about the trouble my brother can’t seem to stay out of. The rest of them return to whatever it was they were doing before I arrived. I watch as Pope lifts Kie into a tree with a large bucket, and JJ sits in the hot tub under the shade of the tree. I have multiple missed calls from Rafe, surely about my brother and his friends running around with Sarah.

I’m so deep in my thoughts that I almost don’t notice John B. The boy speeds past me into JJ’s house, the rest of the group following after him. I don’t go in, letting them handle whatever his problem is on his own. 

I hear stuff clattering around and muffled voices through the door, but I pay it no mind.

“John B, what do you need the gun for?” I hear JJ raise his voice. I stand up immediately, entering the house.

I briefly see the brunette push my brother into the table, walking so fast out the door that I almost miss him. I follow everyone out the house, watching as they chase him down. He speeds off on his bike, disappearing down the dirt road. I don’t ask them what’s going on, this being something that must be deeply personal.

I leave shortly after that, the atmosphere far too tense for me to feel comfortable there. 

I return home, locking myself up in my room for the rest of the day. I only come out to shower and grab food, leaving my parents to wallow in their misery alone. Pope hadn’t been home in three days, and while I’m used to it, I don’t think my parents ever stop worrying. I hope he’s smart enough to come home tonight considering he has a once in a lifetime scholarship interview in five hours.

My hopes come true when I hear the front door open.

“You waited up.” Pope says to my father. The man had been sleeping in the living room since the night his son left, waiting for his return.

“You left?” Heyward asks. “Because I hadn’t noticed.”

The air is silent for a moment, tension replacing the sound of voices. I turn over in bed, slipping on my earbuds to drown out the sound of a lecture. I watch my bedroom door open slowly after a few minutes, behind it a tired looking Pope.

We look at each other for a moment, neither of us saying a word. He looks down at the floor before backing out of my room and closing the door behind him.

“Goodnight.” I whisper into the darkness of my room.

My dad and brother leave together early in the morning, away to Pope’s interview before I’m awake to see them off. Our dad wouldn’t be back until later, saying that he had to handle some business at the airstrip for the Cameron’s.

Pope didn’t come back that night either.

I spent half of the next day roaming around the south side, something I hadn’t done in a while. It was very comforting to know that I wasn’t an outlier here. Nobody thought less of me because of how much money I did or didn’t have, I was just another person here.

It also distracted me from my parents slowly going insane from Pope’s blatant disrespect and irresponsibility.

The house felt stuffier than the sticky, summer air outside sometimes, the wedge between my brother and our parents growing larger as the days go by.

As I peruse around midtown I people watch, residents running errands and tourists looking around like this is the most interesting place they’ve ever been. I end up near the dock, the ferry bobbing in the water next to the wooden deck. Everyone buzzes around, colorful clothes a blur in front of me as I watch mindlessly.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot a familiar car. I turn towards the car, squinting at the vehicle parked across the street. 

My eyes widen when I spot the people inside. 

I storm towards the car, everyone inside distracted with a heated conversation. 

“Pope. Heyward.” I say when I reach the open driver's side window, my voice dangerously calm.

Everyone’s head snaps towards me as the words leave my mouth. Pope runs his hands over his face, looking even more stressed than he did a moment ago. Everyone looks scared and anxious, tension in the car high.

“Hey, Riah…do you think you can save the lecture for another day?” JJ says, leaning out of his window to speak to me. “We really don’t have time for this.”

“Kiss my ass.” I cut my eyes at JJ wh retreats back into the car. 

“Neriah, we really don’t have time. Seriously.” Pope sighs, looking at me irritably. 

“Oh, you wanna talk about time? We can talk about time.” I smile at him tensely. “You know what I spent my time doing last night? Convincing our father not to throw your shit out on the street. I should’ve let him do it considering that’s where you’d rather be nowadays.”

“Neriah, please.” Kie says, looking out the window anxiously. 

“Shut the fuck up. I’m talking.” I snap.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Pope snaps as well, hitting his hands on the steering wheel. “What is your problem?”

“Not only did you vanish, again, you ran out on a once in a lifetime opportunity. To do what? Hang out in your friend's car smelling like dope?” I ask motioning at the car. “You have officially lost your rabid ass mind.”

Pope snatches a piece of paper out of Kiara’s hand and shoves it at me, the wrinkled paper hitting me in the chest. I snatch it away, smoothing it out before reading it.

My eyes widen, eyes raising to finally see John B hiding in the backseat next to JJ.

“This! This is why I’m with my friends right now!” Pope shouts at me. I stare at the picture of John B’s face and the bounty over his head in shock.

“Not only are you majorly irresponsible, you're harboring a fugitive?” I whisper the last part, not wanting anyone around to hear. “I should turn your ass in. Maybe then my brother will stop roaming the streets like he doesn’t have a home.” I say to John B.

“God, Neriah. You just don’t get it, do you?” My brother’s voice drips in frustration directed at me. I sigh, throwing the paper back into the car.

“No, I get it.” I back away from the car. “I’ll be sure to tell mom you aren’t dead. Now go, before somebody recognizes you. Fucking idiots…” I mumble as I briskly walk away from the car, silently praying that they come up with something.

[whowantslovergirl]

An: YALL VOTED SO ITS HERE pt. 2 of reckless 🥳 YOU NEED TO READ THE FIRST ONE TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE or you will be like this 🫠 and all of you should thank @kentfisherswifee6 for suggesting this WE LOVE YOU hope y’all enjoy 💋

Reckless but Careful

CAN WE TALK ABT FINEEEE HE LOOKS IN THIS GIF GAWT DAYUMM

Pope Heyward x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: tbh idk, ig happy ending, cursing, kissing, reader appreciation, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

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Summary: You learned your lesson about being reckless

posted: April 18,2023

“You didn’t turn off your location!” You roll your eyes. Of course the first thing he didn’t do was turn off his location. “I have Samsung!”

“I have a Samsung too!” So you all see the text between JJ and Singh. Your eyes widened at this one text.

‘I want you to bring Ms. Jewel.”

Well shit.

“Ask him why!” You exclaimed.

“Alright! Alright!” JJ typed and typed.

“You’re such a slow typer.”

“Shut up Y/N! Ok he said ‘I want to see her’ that’s some pedo shit.”

“Shut up Jay! Ok do like a trade in thing. Like I want her for her type shit.”

Pope did not like that idea one bit.

“What? No I’m not letting you do that.”

You roll your eyes and everyone can feel your frustration. He said he was done with you and he has the audacity to care now. You are not letting that bullshit slide.

You turned to him and he sees the look on your face. “I thought you were ‘done’ why do you care?” He was silent searching for an answer. “You’re still my friend Y/N.” You scoff. “Bullshit!”

“Ok lets not do this right now. We have someone who wants to see you and he’s coming here in-.” John B checks his broken watch. “Five minutes!”

You both look at that ground like children getting scolded.

_____

You guys set up traps around the abandoned building and it worked. Singh was now looking for you and you never got Kiara.

So it was totally worth it.

“We need to get her back!” JJ was now going crazy that we didn’t get Kie back. Which is a lot of emotion for someone ‘you like platonically’ or so he says.

“Jay you need to calm down. We’re going to get her back.” Now he was just pacing back and forth, mumbling different plans to get her back.

You can see in the corner of your eye Pope staring at you. You roll your eyes again and you are about to say something but you hear a boat.

It’s Kie.

“Jay” You pointed behind him. He turned around and saw her. They ran up to each other then everyone went to them except you and Pope. You both look at each other. He can tell you miss him and you can tell he misses you.

“Can we talk?” He turned to you and nodded. He went on the boat and you followed.

_____

“They almost kissed?!” Pope just told you that he saw JJ and Kie almost kissed. He nodded. “I obviously don’t care but it’s the-.” “Principle.” You both say it at the same time and looked at each other.

You really miss him even though you broke up only like two hours ago.

“But I understand it is pretty weird since he knows y’all history. You want me to talk to him?”

“No it’s fine I really don’t care.” He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry.” You both say at the same time again.

“You can go first-no you should-.”

You both laugh.

“Can I go?” You turned to him. He nods and does a ‘speak now’ motion. You laugh again. That’s the first thing you liked about Pope. His humor.

“I just want to start by saying you’re right. As much as I hate to say it but you are Pope. I don’t think about my actions and I almost died several times while doing so. And I’m sorry.”

He went up to me and put my hands in his. I looked up at him with a dreamy look.

“I am so sorry with being so stupid. The plan was actually really good. I just don’t want to lose you at least not this early. I love you and I really appreciate you. I just don’t want you to lose your life over something stupid. And I didn’t mean anything I said.”

“So you’re not done with me?”

“Not even one bit.”

You put your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your waist.

“I love you too Popesicle.” He leans in and you smile in the kiss.

You’re going to be more careful next time.

An: AHHHHHH IM SO SORRY YALL i took forever and a day to do this SCHOOL HAS BEEN KICKING MY ASS FRRRR but until I post again my lovers 🤍 (hint: Fred Weasley smut ;)

[mrmaybank]

FEM ALLEGED DNI

Fandom: OBX

Title: Was it the worst you’ve ever known?

Character(s): Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Kiara Carrera, and John B. Routledge

Request: No

Genre: Angst

TW: toxic relationship

A/N: I saw this audio on edit with Reyna and Octavian from HOO and I wanted to use it so here we are

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(M/N) Routledge was a Pouge and Rafe Cameron was Kook. (M/N) admitted not his brightest decision but he was in love. Now looking back on he wished he had listen to the warning signs from his brother and his friends.

But at that moment he was in love and that’s all that mattered to him. Rafe was the love of his life, he was sweet and respectful but (M/N) would come to realize he was demon in disguise. Things didn’t fucked up until about two months in, it started with some gaslighting. With comments like you’re worthless and you’re not enough for anybody, when he was mad but seconds later would make (M/N) believe he never said such a thing.

Things didn’t physically until about four months in, it started with a few slaps then a few kicks until he was full on beating crap out of (M/N). Who just stood there and took it because Rafe had convinced him that was love, but everyone has a breaking point, everyone sees past the bullshit at one point and (M/N) hit his point.

Rafe had heard about a party down at the bone yard and decided the both of them need to go. So that’s where was (M/N), standing next to his boyfriend, who had an arm wrapped around his waist. Rafe talked his Kook friends while (M/N) mindless looked around, only engaging in the conversation when he felt like it.

Every now and then he would make eye contact with John B or Kiara or JJ or Pope who would smile him and he would smile back. JJ must of sensed (M/N) boredom because he motioned for him to come over. “Hey, I’m gonna over there and hang out JJ,” (M/N) told Rafe, he gestured over to where JJ was sitting with a goofy grin on his face.

“No,” Rafe replied going back to his conversation.

“Rafe, please I haven’t been able to hang out with JJ for awhile. Can I just go over there for a couple of minutes?” (M/N) asked.

Rafe had good poker face which was something (M/N) seemed to learn quickly. “Fine, go over there,” Rafe told him.

(M/N) smiled at him and started to walk off but didn’t get far before something hit his back, something cold. Something he could only assume was beer, he turned around to see it Rafe who had thrown it. “Oops,” Rafe said, dragging out of ‘ps’ sound.

At that moment something in (M/N) snapped, something that should have snapped awhile ago. “Oh my fucking god! You are a asshole, Rafe,” (M/N) hissed.

Rafe seemed a bit taken back by this, “Oh (M/N) you seem to forget yourself,” He told the pouge.

(M/N) just shook his head, “Oh, (M/N) you seemed to forget yourself,” he mimicked him, “Rafe you forget where you stand next to me. You’re in my god damn shadow, act like,” (M/N) spoke in a voice that sent chills down Rafe’s back.

“You don’t get to speak to me like that,” Rafe replied.

“No, I do because let me tell you something Rafe. You’re a failure, I mean maybe it’s not a coincidence every idea you’ve ever had has failed under your guidance. You are a fucking walking second place metal,” (M/N) told Rafe. Tears pricked in the corners of his (E/C) eyes threatening to fall but he willed them back.

He didn’t stay to hear what Rafe had to say he started walking over to JJ but abruptly stopped and turned to face Rafe, “And oh yeah, were threw go find someone else to fuck with,” (M/N) told him. He turned around and continued on his walk over to JJ.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

(M/N) shook his head, the tears starting to slowly fall from his eyes. JJ sighed and wrapped an arm around (M/N)’s shoulder, “Come on let’s go find John B,” It didn’t take long for the two of you to find him. He was sitting at a bonfire with Kie on his right and Pope on his left.

It was the just three of them, and they all looked up at (M/N) and JJ approached as they approached. John B immediately standing up when he saw his brother was crying, “What happened?” He asked.

“Rafe’s an asshole,” (M/N) replied.

“Yeah, we told you that,” Kie exclaimed.

“I know,” the (H/C) mumbled.

“What happened?” Pope asked.

“Rafe threw beer on (M/N) and then called Rafe a failure,” JJ said enthusiastically. JJ had shit eating grin on his face but it quickly morphed into one of confusion as he turned away from Kie and Pope to look directly at (M/N). “I thought you were madly in love, what happened?”

“I was, for awhile and then things got bad and somehow he convinced me what he was doing was love. That’s not love,” (M/N) replied.

“What did he do?” Kie asked.

(M/N) shook his head, “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he took the red cup from his brother’s hand and began downing, “I just wanna forget my troubles and forget me and Rafe ever happened,” He told them.

JJ raised his cup, “Cheer to forgetting Rafe,” he exclaimed.

“Cheers to forgetting Rafe,” They all exclaimed. (M/N) sat down on the log next Kie smiling fondly as he looked as his friends, knowing this was where he belonged.

[verslxt]

jj maybank - ‘kooks stick to kooks. not pouges’

heyyy it’s ya girl 🤪. from the recent poll i have done jj maybank was the obvious winner. but like it’s jj. anywaysss *debby ryan ear tuck* i’ll start out everyish story with a run down of the characters. hopefully you like this story! anyways - anything crossed out/italicized/both is an a/n

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y/n kipps ~ a kook. a very rich one at that. hangs out with kiara from time to time. has the most massive crush on jj though. doesn’t let her money get to her head too much. helps out the pouges with a lot of things. some call her a pouge others call her a kook

kiara carrera ~ ‘kie’. sun dyed hair. very pretty. i mean like have you seen her actors instagram, mommy who. been hanging out with y/n since birth practically. hate love relationship with y/n’s friend sarah though. a kook but hangs out with the pouges

john b. routledge ~ ‘leader’ of the pouges. sarah cameron’s boyfriend-ish. chill with y/n thought she was annoying at first but she gets them beer and ac after hurricane aggie. so he likes her

jj maybank ~ oohhh this boy. always sneaking off with y/n. his reason ‘she’s not a pouge! i can fuck her’. makes kiara laugh every-time. her rebuttal ‘what if she becomes a pouge?’

sarah cameron ~ dating-ish john b. y/n teases her about it sometimes. not all the time though. a part of the pouges possibly leave me alone i’m only on episode 4 or 5 man i can’t remember

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kooks stick to kooks. it’s been best into your head ever since you were 5 when you started hanging around kiara and the other pouges.

you were getting ready for midsummer at sarah’s house

“kooks stick to kooks. you know what y/n that’s fucking bullshit! i went off with john b! my parents didn’t care”

“yea! why should mine care if i got off with jj! he’s a good kid pft yea about thatt

full y/n fit y’all have prob seen season 1 and seen sarah’s midsummer fi

you turned around

“holy shit! you look fucking perfect”.

“thank you! holy shit. mommy?”

you and sarah laughed

~time skip~

“hey sir!”

that’s when jj turns around

“holy shit jj!”

jj hugs you. he pulls away and messes with your hair a little bit

“as beautiful as the day i met you!” you smiled at the compliment jj gave you

“do you know where sarah is? john b asked me to give her something”

you nodded “i know where she is. as long as you can get me some dr. pepper and some tequila”

jj smiled “i can try. give this to sarah”

you grabbed jj’s face “your coming to my house tonight. my parents’ll be out getting drunk. i’ll help you with your scars”

that’s when you kissed him

“sarah!”

“yea”

you handed her the note “john b”

you saw sarah’s face light up. she loved john b. you knew it. she knew it. and you loved jj. but only you knew it. sarah only thought that it was a friends with benefits situation. no, you were falling hard and fast

~time skip~

you and jj entered your house

“holy shit your a fucking rich kook”

“yea yea shut up”

you and jj went up to your room having a close call with your brother. you shoved jj into your bathroom. you had him take off his tux.

“holy shit jj. rafe is such a bitch”.

“yea your telling me” i was so glad when his dad kicked him out holy fuck

you had him help you with your zipper as you changed into the cardigan like a little sweater—one that’s not knit but one that doesn’t have a hood either

“hey uhm y/n”

as soon as you turned around jj kissed you. you backed up falling on top of your bed. jj falling on top of you

“i like you y/n, i like you a lot. and i wanna be more than friends with benefits. i wanna be the one you wake up to in the morning” jj said

“i don’t really care that your a kook either”

“but jj, it’s been best into my head ever since i was a kid kooks stick to kooks. jj i’m sorry”

“run with me then! pack a bag! come on baby. be like sarah, let’s run. you can be a pouge”

you smiled and grabbed a bag “help me pack” you threw him the bag and some clothes

and that was it

no longer a kook, a pouge

y/n kipps ~ a pouge.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ omg i hope you love it! you can give me pointers about how to fix it if you want me to! it’s fine by me. hopefully you liked it!

[alphinias]

Santa Claus

The day JJ was scheduled for his community service was always going to be a shit day.

Not many of his days were particularly good, but running into his old man when he popped into the local dollar store for a bag of off brand chips (to buy, not steal, he’d just like to clarify) was a guaranteed shitstorm. Forking over all that was left of his cash to buy Luke a couple cans of beans was another nail in the coffin.

And now, the fucking flat tire on his bike had made him even later for his feel better time out shit.

John B would tell him he should just be grateful that he wasn’t doing jail time. The judge had let his ass off practically scott free. Because god forbid he take an opportunity to liberate a few pieces of fishing gear from walmart.

And maybe a little part of him was relieved, but in jail, at least people wouldn’t have looked down their noses at him. He’d dealt with that shit all his life, and slaving around for some kook level bullshit when he could be working to put gas in his tanks and groceries on the table wasn’t his idea of fair.

He didn’t know exactly what he’d say he’d been expecting when he finally arrived at the directed address a whopping thirty three minutes late. A hook-nosed old lady with a diamond necklace worth more than his whole house, or a wine drunk middle aged mom who watched him with badly concealed hunger, maybe.

Instead, he nearly barreled into the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

She wore a Christmas tree green dress and ridiculous striped leggings. Spiral curls poked out from underneath her elf hat, nearly too big to fit underneath and somehow all the more appealing for it.

And her face was stretched somewhere between a scowl and blind panic as she looked at him over the stack of boxes in her hand.

“Hey,” she said, not sounding very welcoming.

He approached a slightly dinky little counter, and while it was nicer than anything he had at home, he could honestly say it wasn’t what he was expecting. Lines of junk filled almost every available space, from medical supplies to fliers for a sea life summer camp.

“Uh. I’m here for the Sea Christmas?”

Her eyebrows pinched together. “You mean Christmas Under the Sea?”

JJ dug around in his backpack, fishing past the empty Mountain Dew bottle and an only moderately dirty pair of socks until his fingers brushed what he was looking for. The paper crunched as he pulled it out, and the hot elf watched him with a very un-jolly wrinkle to her nose.

He smacked the paper onto what little counter space was still available. “Ah! There it is.”

“Sorry, what?” She’d set the boxes down.

“My community service paper.” He squinted down at the writing ordering him to what did indeed say Christmas Under the Sea.

She bent her head slightly, leaning down within a few inches of him to look at his form, and he caught a hint of something coconutty. He decided maybe this wasn’t the worst day, after all. Wondered how she’d been suckered into this, and whether it was also court ordered.

“You’re Santa Claus?”

“Uh, I’m JJ.”

“Shit.” She tossed her curls over her shoulder, nearly knocking her hat off balance. Her glare turned back on him, and he finally managed to read the little loopy, gold lettering on her chest that made his head spin. Santa’s helper: Kiara. “You’re late as shit.”

She snatched something out of the box, and suddenly her fingers were digging into his shoulders in a way that would have had him suggesting she buy him dinner before handling the goods in any other circumstance. She manhandled him towards a small, cardboard box of a bathroom, shoving a big furry something into his arms.

“Put this on. We’re supposed to be out there in like five minutes.”

And it was a big furry something, alright, he realized, as she slammed the door, separating them. A huge, red santa suit that looked like something he’d dare John B into after he’d lost the bet of their lives.

Through the door, she informed him how this was an annual event run by the marine life center on the island. Every picture with Santa went towards helping turtles swim again, or some shit, and there were already a few kids lined up in the main lobby. And apparently he was the only sucker around to be Santa.

He’d yanked on the pants, the belt stretching several sizes too big, when he realized something very important was missing. The jacket flapped around his arms, and he peeked out of the door, his own clothes abandoned by the sink.

“Uh, m’am- elf?” JJ began. “Kiara?”

“Yeah?” she—Kiara— called.

He pushed out of the bathroom, fingers still clumsily fooling with his jacket buttons. “I think people might notice something’s a little off if I’ve got no whiskers.”

And JJ wouldn’t always call himself the most observant guy on the block, but he liked to think he noticed when a girl was checking him out. Kiara’s eyes lingered on the golden expanse of his stomach for a few seconds too long, her face going weirdly expressionless, before she was turning away.

“Oh- my god. Okay.”

“What?” JJ asked, the picture of innocence. He made a point to take his time buttoning the jacket. If she looked back down and his stomach happened to still be on display, it would really be such a shame.

Kiara cut him another glance, looking way less thrilled about the sight before her than JJ thought she should be. It wasn’t like he’d asked for this. If it was up to him, he’d have gotten away clean with that new set of sinkers.

“One old white beard,” she said, a frumpy white thing that looked like one the dead squirrels his cousin would hang from his shed dangling from her fingers.

“Fantastic.”

It was followed by a pillow slapping him in the face. “Put this under your shirt.”

JJ did as he was told, raising his eyebrows as he watched the fabric rise and then dent pathetically around the pillow. “Just between you and me here- are we positive I’m the right guy for the job?”

“You’re the only guy for the job.” She didn’t sound happy about it.

JJ hung the beard over his ears, sliding it to rest just above his lip. He popped it out, then back in. Out, then back in.

Kiara looked like she wanted to drop a few expletives that wouldn’t be appropriate for someone on Santa’s nice list.

“We gotta do the eyebrows,” she declared, apparently deciding their schedule could be stretched a little thinner.

“The what?”

“Santa doesn’t have blonde eyebrows.”

And then there was something that looked cottony and way too clean in her hands.

“Uh, how does this come off, exactly-okay.” She surged forwards, and suddenly her fingers were on his skin, cutting him off. Warm and soft and steadying just under the curve of his jaw.

“I’m gonna need you to stop moving.” Her grip tightened.

“So,” JJ said, unable to handle the silence or the steady uppick in his heart rate. There was no logical reason he should be feeling so nervous right now. “What are you in for?”

At that, Kiara paused, warm, brown eyes framed by too-thick lashes meeting his. “Excuse me?”

“Your community service.”

“You think I have to be ordered to help save our one Earth?”

She sounded so offended that JJ felt his lips twitch into a smirk underneath the beard. She pressed down on his eyebrow harder than he felt was strictly necessary.

Unable to resist, he said, “To do this? Uh, yeah, actually. It’s a good thing you make a cute elf.”

“You’re really making fun of me right now?” she said, like have you looked in the mirror?

“Oh no, believe me, I love that costume.”

“What?” Kiara looked like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He stood several inches taller than her, giving him the perfect view of the way her eyebrows popped up.

JJ really hoped she wasn’t about to file some sort of sexual harrassment claim to his probation officer. “It’s very authentic, yeah.”

“It’s very authentic?”

“Yeah.”

“Your ho ho’s better be very authentic,” she deadpanned, or at least attempted to. Something like amusement flirted across her face, and a wild part of JJ wanted to reach for it.

He stared at the perfect curve of her cheek, preferring to focus on it rather than the small children waiting outside. For him. It didn’t seem like it would end well, if luck ran in the family.

JJ bounced his knee, already itching to get out of the fleece pants. “Let me guess- you love kids.”

“Actually, I love sea turtles, and the possibility of my grandkids seeing one one day.”

“Oh.” He paused, something about her clicking into place. “That makes sense actually.”

“It does,” she said, somewhere between a question and a statement. He saw the interest in her eyes, though, so he kept talking.

“Yeah. Cool hippie chick, and all that. I bet you even have a tattoo.”

Something else flashed across her face. Maybe surprise, or just amusement. Her lips lifted into the ghost of a smile. “It’s a dolphin, actually, but nice try.”

She pulled back, eyebrows crinkling up at him. It took him a second to realize she was examining her handiwork.

“Think it’s been more than five minutes,” he supplied.

“Thank you,” Kiara said, a sarcastic bite to her words. She adjusted her hat, flipping her hair over her shoulders just so in the process. It really was pretty hair.

“Just out of curiosity,” JJ started, “ I have a few more hours to fill after this one.”

Her eyes drifted back to his. “Oh? Just a few?”

“More than a few. If I come back here–”

“Next weekend we do a beach cleanup,” Kiara said, like someone aiming for casual. “I’m here most weekends.”

“Hmm,” was all he said.

Good to know.

[cherienymphe]

The Less I Know The Better III (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, eventual loss of virginity, mild unhealthy relationship, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies​ | divider by @firefly-graphics​

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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“Rafe…”

“It’ll be fine, just watch the road,” he said, waving you off.

You threw him a look, brows drawn together at how casual he was being. You could barely drive your mom’s tiny Honda, let alone this monster of a vehicle he called a truck. As you pulled onto the road, Rafe scooted closer, a hand on the wheel next to yours.

“It’s really not that much different from driving any other car.”

“Do you know how wide I have to swing just to turn in somewhere? Don’t give me that.”

Rafe chuckled, and you wondered what gave him the brilliant idea of making you drive to The Wreck today…in his truck. His arm rested behind you, fingers brushing over your shoulder, and you kept your gaze on the road.

“You think your friends will be there?”

“Um…I don’t know,” you honestly answered. “Probably.”

The rest of the drive was quiet outside of a comment from Rafe on how slow you were driving. He spoke again as you pulled into the parking lot.

“What if I’m really drunk or high one night, and you need to drive us back?”

He knew exactly how you felt about his recreational activities, and you rolled your eyes at the card he was playing.

“Maybe you should take that as a sign to cut down on that, no?”

The mocking smile he sent you as you parked told you that he had no plans to do that. He got out before you, coming around to open the driver’s door and help you out. He leaned you against the door as he closed it, trapping you between his arms.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he teased, leaning in to brush his lips against yours.

“You say that, now, but it’ll be a whole other story if I crash your precious truck.”

Rafe had a genuine frown on his face when he pulled back, upset by the mere thought before a slow smile spread over his pink lips. His fingers grazed your skin underneath your shirt, pinning you against the truck in question.

“I’ll make you make it up to me,” he teased, but the glint in his eye told you that he was completely serious.

Rafe was so touchy…and you liked it.

You didn’t know if you were just inexperienced and naïve, but it made you feel like he couldn’t get enough of you…and that reassured you. Sometimes you still found it hard to believe that Rafe Cameron wanted you, that Rafe Cameron chose you, and there were moments where you convinced yourself it was all part of some elaborate prank.

But Rafe had never been the type to do anything he didn’t want to do. He was always a no bullshit kind of guy, never one to fake anything, and if anything, he was too in your face about his true intentions sometimes. It was still overwhelming, but you were getting used to it.

His fingers were threaded through yours as he led you into the restaurant, and you were actually a little disappointed that it was empty of your friends. You reminded yourself that you couldn’t take every chance to force them together. The party was good enough and probably should be for a while. Rafe was your boyfriend, but he wasn’t their friend, and it should only matter that they weren’t at each other’s throats.

“You know,” he started after ordering your food. “I was really surprised that JJ was the one to throw that party.”

You looked up at Rafe with a slight frown, something about his tone.

“Not really. He’s my best friend, and he promised to try.”

Rafe didn’t reply right away, simply nodding as he sipped on his water.

“Just seems more like a Pope thing to me. Extending an olive branch like that…”

You had been playing with your straw, pausing at his words. Rafe wasn’t wrong, you supposed. It did seem more like a Pope idea rather than JJ, and you found yourself deep in thought. You remembered the slight shock on JJ’s face that night even though he’d been trying to hide it, and the fact that it was Pope who told you. You swallowed down slight disappointment, telling yourself that it didn’t matter whose idea the party was.

“Are your parents working tonight?” Rafe asked long after your food had come.

“Yeah. My mom said she’d be getting back late though,” you distractedly answered.

Rafe spoke up before you could continue.

“You should come over tonight,” he suggested, making you look up. “Rose and my dad are going to some stupid dinner party, and Sarah’s probably going to be with John B.”

He shrugged, and you looked down towards the table, biting your lip.

“…and Wheezie?”

“Who knows. She likes to lock herself up in her room…”

You’d been alone with Rafe plenty of times before, so it wasn’t a big deal. Hell, the night of the party he’d stayed the night at your house. However, then, you’d both been too drunk to barely even stand, and sex was the last thing on your mind that night.

But you and Rafe had been together for two months, now. You knew his reputation, knew what he was like, and his lack of pressure regarding that aspect of your relationship only made you think about it more. Sure, he teased you sometimes and made jokes about it, but he was respectful every time things got too heated for you. His hands never strayed too far, and he never got too pushy.

It was a green flag, and yet…you wondered if there was something wrong with you.

You knew that your insecurities were just getting the best of you. After all, that’s how a boyfriend was supposed to behave. There wasn’t supposed to be pressure and discomfort and aggressiveness. His behavior made you want him more, and that was how you looked at him with a smile and a shrug.

“Okay.”

Rafe seemed happy with your answer, taking your hand as you finished your food. You took the time to look at him, studying his face and his features. Rafe was pretty, really pretty, and there were so many times where you had to stop yourself from just staring at him. It always made you feel the strangest combination of proud and insecure.

You looked away, forcing those thoughts away as you rubbed your forehead.

All of this was still so new to you. A boyfriend, a relationship, and everything that came with romance. You had to remind yourself that you weren’t the girl you used to be. You weren’t that same girl who only served to be the butt of some asshole’s joke. You no longer isolated yourself at parties, watching JJ and Pope and John B. hitting on every pretty girl, watching Kie get approached by guy after guy asking to dance or just hoping for five minutes of her time.

At some point, you had accepted that that would just never be you, but it didn’t make it sting any less. That stuff wasn’t everything, you knew that better than anyone that so many things were way more important, but after so long, it was impossible not to think that it was you. It was impossible not to think that you weren’t pretty enough or skinny enough or fun enough.

You knew that your mom would tell you that you shouldn’t rely on some guy to feel better about yourself, but what else were you supposed to rely on? Rafe didn’t just make you feel pretty, but like you were the prettiest girl in the world. He looked at you like he never wanted to stop, and before where you just wanted to shrink and hide, now you felt encouraged to open that makeup you’d never touched, hiding it away the moment your mom bought it for you.

You wanted to put on jewelry you had hidden away for years. You wanted t wear things that you hadn’t had the courage to before, constantly telling yourself that you’d look silly. It sounded shallow, you knew that, but Rafe made you feel like you were good enough.

Once Rafe had paid, you both made your way outside, a smile making it’s way onto your face as your eyes landed on Kie, Pope…and JJ. Rafe pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, telling you he’d be waiting in the car as you slowed to a stop. Your eyes met JJ’s as Rafe pulled away, unable to read his gaze, but you brushed it off, turning to Kie.

“Kie, I’m going to come by your house later,” you told her. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Cutting date night short?” JJ dryly commented, and you hit his arm.

Kie rolled her eyes at him, smiling back at you with a hint of questioning in her gaze.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

You didn’t miss the way her gaze pointedly went between you and Rafe, and you awkwardly waved them goodbye. As you made your way to your boyfriend’s truck, watching as he hopped out to open your door, you glanced over your shoulder. Your eyes met familiar blue ones, and you waved him goodbye again, a slight frown on your face when he took forever to wave you back.

“I want to have sex with Rafe, tonight.”

You hadn’t meant for it to come out so suddenly, and Kiara blinked in shock. You hadn’t even thought to make sure that her parents weren’t home, but you were relieved to find out they weren’t. You stood at her door, looking at her with wide eyes before she finally gathered herself and pulled you inside.

“Um…okay,” she eventually said, clearly not expecting that. “Why?”

You scoffed.

“Why? What do you mean? He’s my boyfriend-.”

“Is this his idea?” she interrupted, sounding angry at the thought.

“No,” you hurried to reassure her. “It’s mine.”

Kie blew out a breath, sitting down on her couch. She looked more nervous than you felt, and you waited for her to say something.

“I knew…I knew that you really liked him, but…”

She trailed off, looking away.

“You’ve been dating for what? Two months? Don’t you think you should wait…?”

You sank down next to her, pulling your feet onto the couch.

“Probably. Maybe…but I don’t want to.”

Kie was quiet for a moment.

“…and you’re sure he’s not pressuring you or…?”

“God, no,” you groaned, jumping back to your feet. “He’s not.”

Kie’s hands were raised when you turned back to her.

“Hey, you can’t blame me for being concerned, alright? It’s Rafe,” she defended herself. “…and he is literally your first boyfriend, and you want to have sex for the first time ever after two months.”

You knew how it sounded.

“It just sounds like it has Rafe written all over it.”

You sighed to yourself, folding your arms over your chest.

“You don’t get it…”

“No, I get it,” Kie assured you. “It’s Rafe and he’s treating you great and making you feel special, but-.”

“Boys have always liked you.”

Kie closed her mouth, swallowing down the rest of her words as you faced her. There was a slight frown between her brows, blinking at your words.

“Guys used to ask me out as a joke.”

“I…I know that,” she quietly replied.

“You know I thought Rafe was playing a joke on me too? I thought it was another sick prank, but it’s not. He likes me,” you shrugged. “My first boyfriend is Rafe Cameron, and…I want it to stay that way.”

You wouldn’t come out and say it, wouldn’t voice your insecurities about your relationship, but Kie read into it anyway. She stood now, brows drawn together as her lips parted.

“Y/N…if you want to have sex with Rafe because you’re afraid he’ll leave you… That’s not for the right reasons.”

You looked away.

“Rafe likes you for you, and if he’ll leave you because you won’t have sex with him, then that’s not some huge loss,” she continued.

“It’s not like he’s ever brought it up or anything,” you mumbled. “…and that just makes me crazier.”

Your gaze found your feet.

“I mean, it’s Rafe, and he hasn’t tried to have sex with me once. Like…like there’s something wrong with me.”

Kie moved towards you, taking your hands in hers. Your gazes met, and hers was sympathetic.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” she told you. “It sounds like Rafe is being a good boyfriend. It’s good that he isn’t bringing it up, but I know that I can’t stop you from doing what you want.”

You swallowed.

“It’s up to you, but I’m telling you that if you want this just to keep him, that’s not good.”

You swallowed a sigh, looking away.

“If Rafe isn’t pressuring you then why are you pressuring yourself? Don’t you want to wait and make sure you don’t regret it?”

You mulled over her words.

“What if you have sex with him and he dumps you?”

“He wouldn’t,” you hurried to say.

“So, you can be sure of that, but you’re not sure that he won’t if you don’t?”

You pressed your lips together, nodding at her words. You were the one driving your own self crazy, pressuring yourself, and you were reluctant to admit that Kie was making sense. Part of you regretted coming to her because you’d been so sure and determined before, and now…not so much.

“Look…”

You looked at her.

“If you decide to do this, just…relax. Make sure you’re comfortable and he doesn’t do anything you don’t want. You trust him, right?”

You nodded, and she sent you a comforting smile.

“Okay, well that’s what matters.”

She walked you towards her door just as the sound of a bike could be heard outside. Neither of you were surprised at the sight of JJ getting off of his bike, seemingly shocked at the sight of you.

“What’s up?” Kie asked him, both of you walking down her steps.

“Y/N,” he said, smiling at you. “I didn’t know you’d be here. I just came by to bring Kie’s hat.”

He held up the familiar black beanie.

“You left it at John B.’s.”

“I thought you heard me tell Kie I was coming by,” you said with a frown.

JJ blinked.

“Oh. Right.”

“…and you could’ve left that at John B.’s,” Kie told him, taking it. “You didn’t have to come all the way over here just to bring it.”

The smile on Kie’s face didn’t exactly match her words, and JJ shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at you.

“You leaving?”

“Just going to Rafe’s,” you answered, moving to walk past him.

“You wanna come inside? It’s getting kind of late and-.”

“Uh…you know what? I think I’ll drop Y/N off,” he interrupted Kie, and you looked at him with a slight frown.

“You don’t have to. Rafe’s house isn’t that far,” you argued.

“No, it’s fine,” JJ told you, walking back to his bike. “I just came by to drop that off.”

You glanced at Kie, not missing the way her face fell a bit. Her smile was forced as she told you both to be careful. With JJ already on his bike, it seemed silly to try and turn him down again, so you took him up on his offer. You were still so conflicted abut tonight, and you felt weird having JJ drive you to what could potentially be a dick appointment.

Just as Rafe said, the only vehicle in the yard was his. JJ noticed as he stopped his bike, and you climbed off.

“It’s just Rafe here?”

“Probably,” you said with a shrug. “I think Wheezie’s here though.”

JJ looked like he wanted to say something else, but you continued.

“Thanks for the ride,” you told him with a brief hug. “I’ll see you later!”

JJ started to reach for you as you pulled away, but he seemed to think better of it. It seemed like he had something on his mind, glancing at and taking in the Cameron house with an expression you couldn’t name. With a quick smile, he returned the sentiment.

Rafe was by the door, opening it for you as soon as you were close enough. He greeted you with a kiss, lips pressed to yours while one hand rested on the back of your neck. In the back of your mind, you registered that you hadn’t heard JJ start his bike again, and when Rafe finally pulled away, you confirmed that.

You awkwardly waved your best friend goodbye, Rafe pulling you inside before you could see if he’d done the same.

”…and then,” you chuckled. “JJ’s ankles literally hit the back of his head as he flies straight off of the boat.”

Your stomach hurt from laughing so much, struggling to recount the story to Rafe.

“I think he was coughing up water for a good ten minutes.”

You were showered and laying on Rafe’s bed in one of his shirts. He was half next to you half hovering over you, and you practically had the house to yourselves. Kie’s words were still on your mind, had been throughout your whole shower, and even now, laying next to him, you still didn’t know what you wanted.

“Can I ask you something?” you wondered after your laughter had died down, minutes of Rafe just…staring at you.

“Anything,” he murmured, brushing his index finger along your lip.

“Do you…?”

You took a deep breath, swallowing and glancing away.

“I know that we’re literally together, so obviously you think of me that way, but… You want to have sex with me, right?”

Rafe reared back a little at that.

“Not in this exact moment, but in general…”

Rafe chuckled to himself, and now it was your turn to frown.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he laughed to himself, his hair brushing your neck as he shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips over your skin, making you shudder.

“I think about what it would feel like to stretch you out every time we’re together,” he whispered.

“Rafe!”

“What?” he laughed, pulling back. “You’re the one who’s convinced I don’t want to have sex with my girlfriend when I think about fucking the shit out of you every time I see you.”

You felt your face heating up at that, and you moved to sit up, Rafe allowing you to.

“You just…you’ve never brought it up. Not seriously, anyway,” you elaborated.

Rafe’s fingers danced along your thighs, his shirt riding up.

“I don’t want to scare you off,” he told you, dirty blond strands kissing his forehead. “You’re too sweet.”

He rested his chin on your thigh.

“Too…perfect to just let slip through my fingers.”

His words shocked you, and you watched him trace patterns into your skin. You didn’t know what to say to that, stumped by his words, torn between flattered and overwhelmed. Rafe wasn’t just intense with his actions…but also his words.

“So…you really don’t mind waiting?”

Rafe pressed his face into your thigh, laughing to himself again. He nipped at your skin, making you yelp, and the grin he gave you was wolfish. His hair hung into his face, and his teeth winked at you, hands on your legs and holding you in place.

“Considering that I don’t ever plan on letting you go,” he drawled, making you chuckle. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

He suddenly yanked you down until you were laying back down, and you yelped as he pushed your thighs apart. The air hit you, your clothes and underwear included in the washing machine, and you shuddered. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you gasped when he breathed on you, clenching down on nothing.

“…but now we have a problem,” he hummed, reaching with one hand to brush his fingers over your folds. “My girlfriend thinks I don’t want to fuck her stupid.”

His eyes met yours, and the blue of them glinted in the low lighting.

“…and we can’t have that.”

You gasped again when he leaned in to swipe his tongue over you with one slow lick. Your stomach clenched, and you parted your legs more.

“Relax,” Rafe hummed. “Just lie back.”

You did as he instructed, eyes landing on the ceiling just as he tasted you again. One of his hands was pressed against your thigh, fingers digging into your skin, and the other slid through your cunt, parting you and admiring you with a low moan in the back of his throat. When he covered you with his entire mouth, your chest arched towards the ceiling.

Rafe’s tongue slid into you, swirling and moving inside of you, making your head spin. His thumb was gently pressed to your clit, brushing and circling over the bundle of nerves. He ate at you like a man starved, and your chest heaved, body overheating and fingers twisting into his sheets.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you heard him groan, and a short moan escaped. “So pretty and soft…and wet.”

He dived in again, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Rafe,” you whispered.

He sucked on your clit, and you whimpered when you felt the tip of his thumb dip into you. Your toes curled, hips bucking and trying to feel more, but he held back. He trailed his tongue down, the pink muscle meeting his own thumb as they worked together to bring you closer to the edge. When one of your hands met his hair, he pulled away, leaving a parting kiss on your wet mound.

You frowned, and Rafe chuckled at the anger in your eyes, your own lips parted when you paused.

You watched as Rafe reached into his pants, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring free. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, gaze glued to the color and how hard he was. You couldn’t even think straight, mind short circuiting when cupped you. You lifted your hips with a whine, eyes rolling when he pressed the head of him to you.

“Uh uh,” he softly scolded, pressing a hand to your stomach when you tried to move again.

He gently brushed the head of his cock over your skin, hissing, and you watched as the tip of him disappeared between your lips. That was all though. He didn’t push any further, moving the head of him up and down your folds and making you groan. You clenched his sheets again, squirming, but Rafe was strong, holding you down.

The tip of him dipped into you again, and you both moaned. He continued to slide his cock over you and between you, wetting it and hitting your clit with every other thrust. He slid his hand up and down himself as he did, and you could feel a tightening deep in your gut. Your mouth parted, and your lashes fluttered.

“There she is,” you heard him whisper.

With what little movement you were allowed, you rolled your hips, eyes rolling at the feel of him sliding against you and just barely inside of you. When you came, you stopped breathing, breath hitching and chest tightening. It lasted a long time, toes curling and thighs tensing. When you finally breathed again, you whimpered, still shaking as you made a mess all over his hand and his cock and his sheets.

Rafe was still sliding his cock between you, letting you go and using his free hand to push you open with two fingers. He groaned when he came all over you, coating you and watching it drip down between your core. He cursed, lazily dragging the head of his cock against you and smearing his spend over your skin.

“Better?” he panted, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth.

You could only nod, still fighting to catch your breath.

[softmenace]

STEPH WATCHES OBX3

Episode 6

• Glad they're finally reuniting but John B better wise up and tell his friends what's going on

• The way JJ and Sarah KNOW he is lying immediately

• JJ watching Kie leave!!

• OK I know you're stressed JB and you lash out at ppl. It's your MO, but damn that was harsh to your girl

• Rafe is not be subtle at all. Golly who could have stole the cross dad???

• Still snoozing through Big John scenes

• Loving Cleope sooooo much!!!

• Fuck Kiara's parents truly. And they haven't even fake kidnapped their daughter yet.

• Her promising she was done with JJ - yeah ok. Her dad knows how much she cares about him and that's why he called JJ out specifically as someone she could no longer see.

• Sarah should just sleep on the porch bed. Please.

• Yesss JJ activating his spy mode

• Wow Big John really is so selfish isn't he

• Let that anger out Pope!!

• I wish we could have SEEN what Sarah is talking about on the island. Not just commentary.

• NO Sarah! No.

• Listen everyone always complains about JJ's plans but whenever they need help they always turn to him first

• KIE CARESSING JJ'S PHOTO

• CLEOPE FOR THE WIN!!! SO TENDER!!!

• Topper is trying so hard and tbh he is being sweet. Too bad he is also a classest asshole!!! Can't just gloss over that Sarah!!

• Kie finding Sarah out. Yeah call her on her shit.

• JJ just flat out calling JB on his bullshit lies

[jojo0039]

*Treasure and Secrets* The Darkest Hour Part 1

The next day Jo is sitting in the courthouse next to Kie and Sarah as they watch the bailiff bring in John B. Jo holds onto Sarah as they watch John B in his orange jumpsuit walk to the defendant's table. "He doesn't good at all." Jo comments. "They're gonna kill him in there." Sarah cries. They watch as the judge comes out of her chambers and sits down at the stand. She bangs her gavel causing Sarah to jump. Jo and Kie both wrap their hands around Sarah. "John Booker Routledge, pursuant to the North Carolina statute section 14, you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances. If convicted, the maximum sentence would be the death penalty." The judge declares. People start talking around them. Jo puts her hand over her mouth to calm herself from crying. "Your honor he's 17!" JJ stands up shouting. "Stop!" Pope tries to stop him. Jo stands up and puts a hand on JJ's chest. "Please stop. Don't make this worse." Jo whispers to him. JJ's pain-filled eyes connect with hers briefly. They haven't spoken to each other since their last argument, but she has always been the voice of reason for him. "We're gonna figure it out John B!" he breaks eye contact with Jo to shout to John B. The bailiff starts pulling John B away. Sarah runs towards them. "John B! John B!" Sarah's cries for him are heartbreaking. He turns around to see her just as heartbroken and scared as his friends. People start pushing her back. "No!" Sarah cries. "Let go of her!" "Don't touch her!" Kie and Jo pull Sarah away from the people. "Come on let's get out of here," Kie states as the girls hover around Sarah and take her to the door. They walk down the steps to hear people still talking. "Justice is served." "He had it coming." "Is this a joke? Like are we in hell right now?" Kie states. Jo is walking down the steps beside Sarah and JJ who grabs her hand for comfort. "We should have never come home." Sarah voices. "They're gonna kill him in there guys." JJ comments. "That's what I'm afraid of to Jay. This can't be happening right now." Jo says as JJ pulls her closer to him. "I'm sorry for what you and your family have gone through. Thank God the system works." They stop and hear the current mayor speaking to Ward as they walk past the friends. "Are you kidding me right now?!" Jo shouts to them catching their attention. "Of course, you're saying the system works, because it was set up to protect you and other people just like you." Jo spits out in disgust. "He will have his day in court, Joanna. A jury will decide the final outcome. You know how the system works. Your father will be hearing about this little outburst." the mayor directs to Jo. Jo scoffs at him as Kiara steps forward to stand beside Jo. JJ keeps a defensive stance right behind the girls. "He shouldn't even be in court! You should, because you're the murderer!" Ward turns his stare to Kiara. "You have a lot of nerve showing up to court like this!" Kie continues to yell at him. "I know you're upset. I understand that you're upset-" Jo cuts him off with a scoff. "Upset?" she exclaims. "He's got you all fooled!" Ward continues. "No! We're not just upset!" Kie lunges toward Ward. Shoupe quickly blocks her. "Let go of her!" Jo quickly pulls Kie behind her. JJ quickly steps in front of Jo and Kie protectively. Sarah pulls Kie into her arms. "Why don't you take the kooks down for a change Shoupe?" JJ hisses at him. "Y'all wanna get arrested? Get out of here now! You need to go!" Shoupe tells them. "This is bullshit and you know it!" Jo argues. "I'm sorry Mr. Cameron. You and your family shouldn't be going through this." Jo turns to Deputy Plum who is trying to console Ward. "Oh shut up Plum. You're one of the dirtiest cops here!" JJ pulls Jo back before Plum can react. "You know it's not a coincidence that your daughter is sitting with us!" Kie takes one last dig at Ward. They watch him turn around but gets pulled away by Rose. ***************************************** They head back to the Chateau in the rain as they try to figure out something to help John B. "I'm gonna testify under oath. I was there. I just need to get ahold of my sister." Sarah tells the group. "Sister?" JJ questions. "Kie, do you have your phone?" Sarah asks her. Kiara hands it to her without question. "Wheezie is the only other person that knows Rafe wasn't home that day." Sarah explains. "Wheezie?" JJ skeptically questions. "I dont know what else to do. I got us into this mess. I'm gonna do my best to get us out." Sarah states before she walks away from them and storms inside. "Wheezie? Yea, that's sure gonna help us." JJ comments. "Alright, that's enough." Jo reprimands JJ with a stare. "Don't start on me right now Joanna. I'm still mad at you." he tells her. She just rolls her eyes at his response. "She was right about one thing though. We gotta do something. Our boy is a PO-dub right now, okay? He's being held captive by the enemy right now, maybe even scheduled for execution-" Kie cuts him off. "So what's the plan? Do we start by kidnapping Shoupe?" She rhetorically asks. "Maybe, like that's not the worst idea actually." JJ states. Jo makes a face at him. "Oh, it's not?" Kie argues. "That's actually the worst idea I've ever heard." Pope chimes in. "Yea, that one is pretty out there on the dumb JJ ideas list." Jo comments. "It's pretty bad." Sarah comments from inside right by the window. "Can you please just stay out of this?" JJ shouts at her from the window. JJ turns back to the group. "Why would she stay out of this JJ? She's a part of the group too! You can't just leave people just cause you feel like it!" Jo argues. "You know what, we've been doing everything you're guy's way so how has that been working out?" JJ asks as he points between Jo and Pope. Pope finally stands up. "Ok, so what's your plan? You gonna storm a jail, guns a blazing?" Pope argues. "Look, I'm just trying to get you to understand is that they got our boy. Are we all just gonna sit here and do nothing? No! We're gonna go get his ass. We're gonna do something about it!" JJ shouts at Pope. "JJ, we're not storming a jail. It's not happening." Pope tells him in a calmer voice. "Fine, sit in your comfy chair. Do nothing." He locks his eyes on Jo. "I'm gonna go make something happen. Even if I have to do it by myself." He pushes past everybody. "JJ-" He doesn't stop and storms off of the porch. "Should we be worried?" Pope asks. Jo watches as JJ mounts his bike in the rain. "I'm gonna see if I can get money for a lawyer from my parents." Kie states. "John B has a public defender. He doesn't need that now." Pope argues. "Are you serious? Public defenders are trash. Besides he's on murder one he's gonna need something better than a public defender." Jo argues back. "Ok, you're right. I'm gonna dig hard into anything I can find out about this key, because that tape that Limbrey has, that's exculpatory evidence." he tells them. "Anything will help at this point." Jo says as she grabs her bag. "What are you gonna do?" Kie asks. "I'm just gonna have to confront my dad. Just try to make him see reason." She tells them. She heads in the house to talk to Sarah. "Do you think Rafe would listen to me?" she asks sitting down next to her. "What? Why would you even think that he would?" Sarah asks back. "Because he's been telling me that he knows that he's not okay and that he needs help." Sarah looks at her in shock. "He said that to you?" she asks shocked. She nods her head. "Yea he did. So what if I can get through to him somehow. Get him away from your dad. Do you think I might have a chance?" Jo asks Sarah. Sarah looks at her in shock. "If it were anybody else, I would say no. But it's you. He has always loved you. He has always been different when it comes to you. If anybody can get him to see reason it's you Joanna. It's always been you for him." Jo's breath catches in her throat. She knows that she has to at least try. ********************************* Jo walks through the front door of her dad's house. She walks slowly towards his office. She sees him sitting at his desk on the phone. He looks up and sees her and quickly hangs up the phone. "Oh thank god! I was so worried about you." He stands up and pulls her into a hug. She pulls away from him. "I know the truth, Dad. I know what you went to the Bahamas for. I know what Ward did to Gavin. I know that Rafe shot Peterkin, not John B." She tells him. He just stares at her before he starts chuckling. "Yea, you definitely are my kid." She gives him a weird look. "This isn't funny! John B is innocent. He didn't do this! You weren't there when they arrested him." She pauses as she tries to push back tears. "They beat the crap out of him. He was there when Peterkin got shot. He was trying to get to Sarah. Peterkin was there to arrest Ward for Big John's murder. And Rafe shot her." She lets the tears roll down her face. "I don't want anything bad to happen to Rafe. I still care about him, Dad. But John B shouldn't have to pay for Rafe's screw-up." She tells him. Buzz sighs and leans back against his desk. "You're right." he tells her. She lets out a gasp not expecting him to admit she was right. "What?" she asks dumbfounded. "You're right about everything. Peterkin had found the evidence that she needed to arrest Ward for Big John's death. But Rafe shooting her was totally unexpected. That boy is unstable and I don't want you anywhere near him." Buzz tells his daughter. "Why did you help him with the gold?" she asks him. "Because when an old friend asks for your help you don't ask questions and you just do it." he answers. "That's not how that works Dad! Ward is a murderer and is turning Rafe into just like him. Why would you help someone like that?" Jo has tears rolling down her face. "I have been covering Ward's bills for a while now, and it's gotten me into some trouble." She scoffs at him. "You need to do the right thing now. John B is gonna need a good attorney to help him fight this. Help him please. That's the least you can do." Jo tells him. Buzz's phone rings and he grabs it to look at the caller ID. "I have to take this, but I will make things right okay." he tells her. She nods her head and walks out of the office so he can talk. "Where do you need me to meet you?" She hears her dad ask on the phone. "I'll be there soon." Jo quickly moves around the corner so he doesn't see her. He leaves his office and grabs his bag. She watches as he leaves the house.