#also the way he calls her kie

[bejeweledbaby]

kie just not reacting to rafe acting like he's such a victim is so funny

[rotteneldritchhorror]

OBX ships need more fun ship names so I'm gonna do it myself

John B x Sarah : Birdprincess / Jarah

John B x JJ : Seabird / JJohn B

John B x Kiara : Freebird / Jiara B???

John B x Pope : Birdbrain / Jope B?

John B x Cleo : Birdblade / Cleohn B??? Jleo B?

JJ x Sarah : Seaprincess / JJarah

JJ x Kiara : Gunfree / Seafree / Jiara

JJ x Pope : Seabrain / JJPope

JJ x Cleo : Seablade / JJleo

Kiara x Sarah : Freeprincess / Kiarah

Kiara x Pope : Freebrain / Kiepope

Kiara x Cleo : Freeblade / Cliara

Sarah x Pope : Brainprincess / Sarope

Sarah x Cleo : Princessblade / Clerah

Pope x Cleo : Brainblade / Cleope

Rafe x Barry : Trailerclub / Barrafe / Rarry

Rafe x Sofia : Pelicanclub? / Rafia

Barry x Sofia : Trailertender? / Barria

[suncoved]

STOP IT RAFE, YOU'RE BEING MEAN! — RAFE CAMERON

pairing; bestfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary; rafe has a strict rule that if you ever leave anywhere, you tell him. and when you break that rule, he goes ballistic (bsf!rafe cameron x reader)

warnings ; angst! verbal fighting, angry!rafe, kinda mean rafe, theyre both annoyingly oblivious.. warning this did not turn out how i planned it to be but im also not mad at it, idkkkk

to say you were bored was an understatement.

it was a regular rowdy saturday night in the outerbanks, this nights party being at a random kooks house on the figure eight whose name you couldn't quite remember

you were nursing a forgotten red solo cup of punch in your hand, crowd-watching to pass the time.

it wasn't normal that rafe actually succeeded in convincing you to come to these things. because as much as you liked chatting with spoiled self-absorbed kooks over disgustingly sweet punch, you'd rather stay cuddled up in your fluffy pyjamas and watch sappy romcoms on rafe's couch.

but nevertheless, here you were. dreading every decision you had ever made up to that point as you watched rafe from across the room. a blonde kook girl climbing over him and straddling his hips, sitting on his lap as he smirked.

you knew you really had no right being mad at him because you weren’t dating.

but from the start of your more than 10 year friendship, rafe made it clear that you were and always will be his.

so why didn’t that rule go both ways?

with all the thoughts bouncing around in your head, you failed to hear a certain blonde pouges voice echo around you.

you snapped out of your state, consciousness returning to your mind as a hand was waved repeatedly in your face.

“hey! you there princess?” a smile adorned the boys face, a ratty snapback placed backwards on his blonde hair.

“yeah, jj. right here” you joked, smiling brightly back at him as you brought your cup up to your lips.

“thought we lost you there for a bit princess? what’d you doing standing here all alone?” jj asked, surprised to see your constant kook king shadow nowhere to be seen.

“just people watching, the usual. where’s kie?” you quickly changed the subject, wanting anything to get your mind off of rafe.

“around here somewhere i hope. gonna’ try to round everyone up to we can get outta here. early morning for us cut goers tomorrow, fish to catch and things to steal” you giggled at his joke, earning an even wider grin on his face.

you always liked jj. you thought he was funny, and he was the most loyal person to his friends that you knew. and despite his manic tendencies, you trusted him.

“have a nice night j. drive safe!” you said, watching him wink at you before he disappeared into the crowd.

with jj gone, you were left to your own thoughts agian, which was never a good thing.

you glanced over again at rafe sitting comfortably on the couch on the deck. the light from inside illuminating his face as he leaned over to the table, picking up a small bag of white powder and handing it to a random touran.

you bit your lip as you noticed the same blonde from before clinging to his side, rafe seeming unbothered but making no move to push her off.

god, you couldn’t even imagine how rafe would react if he saw you speaking to jj earlier. so why is it that he can literally let a girl dry hump him in the middle of a party and you shouldn’t care?

you didn’t know why you cared though, because rafe is you best friend, nothing more.

right?

you didn’t have time to think about that right now though, you just needed to get the fuck out of this party right now or you were gonna explode.

an idea clicked in your brain and jj dragged a drunk john b towards the entrance of the house, kiara and pope following quickly behind.

you decided that this was now or never, placing your red solo cup onto a random table as you walked towards them.

“hey jj!” you called out, his head immediately snapping towards you. “you think you could give me a ride home?”

it was nearly 30 minutes later that rafe noticed you were no longer in your spot in corner of the house. business was coming to a halt as he sold his last few grams of cocaine, a heavy wad of cash safely resting in his back pocket.

his eyes scanned the crowd for your face, but you were no where to be seen.

and rafe was starting to freak the fuck out.

he knew you wouldn’t go upstairs to any bedrooms, or go out for an impulse swim in the pool. and he knew most of all that you wouldn’t just leave without telling him, and the notification box in his voice remained empty from your contact.

he ran his hand roughly through his hair, pulling aggressively at the roots and cussing to himself frustrated.

his eyes widened as he saw your friend in the crowd, interrupting what ever useless conversation she was having, because until he knew you were safe, nothing was more important.

he asked rudely where you were, watching as her face morphed into shock that rafe was talking to her. because well, if it’s not plotting on the pouges or selling drugs, rafe doesn’t interact with anyone but you or his friends.

“i-i im not sure. i saw her leave like a bit less than half an hour ago. i thought she told you, she always does”

rafe clenched his jaw, hundreds and thousands of thoughts running through his head. “was she alone?”

“n-no. she was with that jj guy and his friends” your friend murmured, nervous she was ratting you out to the scariest guy in the whole of kildare.

it was safe to say that rafe was fucking pissed.

it took him less than a few seconds to put his keys into the ignition of his jeep and drive illegally fast to your house. you liked to piss him off often when you were in a mood, but never with your safety.

rafe never fucked with your safety, ever.

he murmured venomous cusses to himself and he walked towards your house, the pebbles from your mothers perfect drive way crunching under his feet as he speed to your door.

he made a beeline to the entrance of your home, the white arches welcoming and the doorway dimly lit by the porch lights.

he planted his feet straight on the 'welcome home' door mat, lifting his balled fist up to the door and sending booming knocks to the wood panel.

his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists so hard together there was sure to be crimson-red crescent indents from his fingernails. he was fuming.

the click of the lock releasing from the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the door handle turning and the lobby of the inside of your house quickly coming into view.

he locked eyes with your figure immediately, a pink fluffy towel in your hand as you dried your hair. you were only wearing a pair of long socks and rafes shirt which reached more than halfway down your thighs, your face bare of makeup.

you jumped as you saw the look on his face, an anger prevalent in his stare that you had never seen directed at you. fuck. you were in some deep shit.

you parted your lips to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. for the first time in your life, you were scared of rafe. not that he was going to harm you physically, no, never that.

but you knew how much he cared about you and your safety. you just wished he cared that much about your feelings. you wanted him to see that.

"rafe" you said, your voice coming out as a whisper as you watch the lines on his forehead crease together as thousands of thoughts ran through his head.

"what the fuck were you thinking?" he spat as he pushed you as softly as he could into the house so he could close the door, worried the cold of the night was going to make you shiver.

you didn't have time to answer before he started again, running a hand roughly through his hair as he huffed. "you just left? you fucking left a party at night without even texting me, and you let that fucking pouge drive you home!"

you rolled your eyes at the last statement, this was all about jj? "so that's all you care about? me going home with a boy i've known since third grade who just so happens to live on the cut? you don't give a shit about me, you just care about this stupid kook pouge rivalry!"

"don't say what you know isn't true ma. you know i care about you more than i care about myself." he stated, nearly all the anger in him draining out as he saw your eyes begin to fill with tears. he couldn't handle seeing you cry.

"how do i know you care about me rafe? because you don't seem to show it." you sighed pushing yourself as far away from him as you could, your back pushing up against the wall.

"don't fucking say to me y/n. i've loved you from the moment i met you." you finally stopped looking at the floor, lifting your chin so you made eye contact with him.

"stop it rafe, you're being mean" you whispered, mostly to yourself more than rafe. you couldn't listen to him say how much he loved and cared about you for one more second. not when you still had the picture of him being essentially dry-humped in the middle of a party by a girl you didn't even know.

"ma i love you. you know that. you're my world, my favourite girl. why are you fighting this?" rafe said, trying to hold you wrist in his hand before you quickly pulled it away.

"bec-because you can't just say all this then turn around and have make outs with other girls right in front of me. it-its not fair." you spoke, the tears finally making their way down your cheeks in steady streams.

rafe physically flinched at your statement, his palms getting sweaty and his heart rate increasing into rapid beats. was he actually going to admit his love for you right now, like this?

"what are you saying y/n?" he asked, his voice cracking as his face fell. his mind racing with how many outcomes could come out of this conversation.

"that i love you, you idiot!"

[quin-ns]

Assigned Seat (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Word count: 2.8K

Summary: JJ won’t sit in the correct seat because it’s not next to you

Tags: fluff, mutual crushes, lots of flirting, JJ being cute, slightly oblivious reader, getting together, everyone ships, just cute fun fr

A/N: binged obx and this is my first fic for it and of course I had to write for JJ- he’s my fave. also, it’s s2 when school starts but let’s say they know that john b is alive before the first day of class bc I don’t want this to be angsty lol

cross-posted to ao3 • obx masterlist • writing masterlist

First day back in your first class of the day—Mr. Sunn’s history class—and you were greeted with a seating chart. Usually, you would just sit with your friends, but now you saw that Pope and Kiara weren’t in the same row like they usually would’ve been when you all shared a class. You didn’t even see JJ at all yet. You wondered if he’d show up. It was the one class that you actually had with him, so you hoped he would. Otherwise you wouldn’t see him until lunch break.

You found your seat with ease, but gave Kie a light frown when she turned around and saw you weren’t anywhere close to her or Pope.

About a minute before class was about to start, JJ walked through the door. He spotted you and grinned. He headed for the empty seat beside you and dropped down in it.

“Hey,” JJ greeted. “I was almost late but here I am.”

You laughed a little (mostly because of how proud he sounded). “Yeah, I see that.”

“So, what’s up?” he asked, side eyeing Kie and Pope. “Are we avoiding them for some reason or…?”

“What? No,” you replied quickly. “Appreciate that you were instantly on my side, though,” you said with an amused tone. 

JJ smiled at the comment. “I appreciate the appreciation.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled back nonetheless.

“If you two are done flirting, perhaps Mr. Maybank could move to his correct seat and we can get class started,” Mr. Sunn called out suddenly. You and JJ both were startled, realizing he was talking to you

JJ furrowed his brows. “Correct seat?” he whispered. “What is he talking about?”

“There’s a seating chart,” you muttered back, finally remembering.

“What?” JJ asked a little louder. “That’s lame,” he grumbled. 

“Well, tough,” Mr. Sunn replied, clearly having heard. “And according to my lame seating chart, you’re on the other side of the room.”

“It’s an empty seat,” JJ pointed out. 

“Actually, it’s Mr. Kane’s seat,” Mr. Sunn gestured towards a boy standing near you guys that you embarrassingly enough just now noticed. 

“Well, great, he can have my seat,” JJ suggested with that cheeky smile of his. 

Mr. Sunn looked from JJ to you. “You must be something special, Ms. Y/L/N. I’ve never had someone fight so hard to keep a seat.”

All you could do was laugh awkwardly, very aware of all the eyes on you. You gave JJ a look, asking for him to save you from being the center of attention on the first day. The only way he could was by relenting. 

With a sigh that you would deem dramatic, JJ stood and grabbed his backpack. Mr. Sunn held up the seating chart paper. Everyone watched as he went to the front of the class and glanced at the paper, and then found his actual seat on the opposite side of the room. 

“You can see your girlfriend after class,” Mr. Sunn commented in response to your friend losing the argument.

You weren’t his girlfriend, but neither you or JJ corrected him. You didn’t because frankly, you’d gotten your fill of attention. You weren’t sure why JJ didn’t, though. 

Besides, you weren’t totally against people thinking that. It was still weird having a teacher call you out like that, though.

The kid who had been waiting for JJ to vacate his seat gave you an apologetic look before turning his attention to pulling out a notebook.

You made eye contact with JJ across the classroom and he winked.

“Now that everyone is in their correct seat,” Mr. Sunn announced. “We can get started with class.”

Everyone turned to focus on Mr. Sunn going over the first day syllabus, except for Kie. You caught her looking at you and you met her eyes. She raised her brows as if to ask, “what was that?”

You shrugged, telling her that you didn’t know. It was true, you didn’t. 

After class, no one brought it up so you didn’t say anything about it either. You all went about your day and soon, the whole seat incident left your mind.

The next day you were reminded of it.

You arrived to history with Pope, chatting about the syllabus and what supplies you still needed to get. Kie was already in class. You said hi and then bye and headed to your seat. JJ was the last to show up, cutting it close again. You gave him a small wave, assuming you weren’t going to get to talk to him until after class.

Except, he walked right up to you and sat down next to you. 

You raised your brows at him. “What are you doing?”

“Well, hello to you too,” JJ acknowledged with a light chuckle. 

“He’s gonna tell you to move again,” you predicted. 

JJ shrugged it off. “Like some seating chart is gonna keep me away from my favorite girl,” he retorted in a playful tone. 

You smiled, ready to go along with his flirting. “Favorite, huh?”

He put his elbow on his desk and leaned on his hand. “What, you didn’t know that? I coulda swore I made it obvious.”

You hummed, ready to hit back with a sly comment. Until you were interrupted.

“Is this going to become a daily occurrence?” Mr. Sunn’s voice tore you and JJ away from the gaze you held. You both looked to the front of the class, where he stood watching you two. “I believe you know your correct seat, Mr. Maybank.”

“I forgot, actually,” JJ lied easily. “I’m pretty comfortable here, though.”

Mr. Sunn rolled his eyes and held back any indication that he found the situation as funny as you did. “I can’t have my students revolting,” he decided. He pointed to JJ’s assigned seat, waiting for him to move.

“It’s only 45 minutes, JJ,” you told him. “I think you can survive.”

“Fine, fine,” he told you and Mr. Sunn. He got up and moved to his seat. The boy that sat next to you came out of nowhere and took the seat. 

After class, you met up with your friends. You were about to walk with JJ to the hall where both your next classes were, but Kie decided something different.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” she announced. “Y/N- come with me?”

Except you didn’t really feel like she was asking. 

“Um, sure,” you agreed and headed off with her in the other direction of the boys.

“Why do girls always do that?” JJ wondered, watching as the two of you turned a corner.

“Girls just do that,” Pope explained. “This time they’re going to talk about you, dude. For sure.”

“About me?” JJ furrowed his brows. “What about me?”

“About how you like Y/N and that it’s totally obvious now. To everyone.” 

JJ just shrugged. He thought everyone already knew. The only person he really wanted to know was you, but you never seemed to think he was serious. You always flirted back and that was fun, but maybe he had to up his game.

Oddly, no one brought up the seat incident yet again as a group. Kiara and Pope did observe you and JJ closer, but even if the flirting was a little more obvious, it didn’t go beyond that.

Next day in history, it was a repeat of the previous days.

“I’m starting to think you like me,” you joked to JJ when he sat down beside you.

“It took you this long?” he responded teasingly. You tried to not read into it, not wanting to get your hopes up. Not realizing that he was hoping you would read into it.

Mr. Sunn looked up from his desk when the bell for class to start rang. Immediately, as if in a force of habit, his eyes landed on you and JJ. Once again he would have to start the class period by telling JJ to move.

“You must have amnesia,” Mr. Sunn directed towards JJ. Everyone knew that, he didn’t have to say his name.

You and JJ exchanged a look and a small laugh. You’d gotten over any level of embarrassment that came from people chuckling and eyeing you and JJ. 

“Can’t you just make an exception?” JJ asked. He was bargaining but didn’t have anything to offer.

Kie threw a smirk over her shoulder at you, but you avoided eye contact. 

Yesterday she had spent the “bathroom” trip convincing you that JJ really did like you—as more than just a friend. She knew you liked him, but also knew you were avoiding telling JJ. You didn’t want to mess with your friendship by making what you had always assumed was just friendly banter into something awkward and feeling like an idiot for thinking it was some kind of signal if it wasn’t. 

If she hadn’t sworn to JJ that she wouldn’t tell you how he felt, she would have cleared it up yesterday. But of course you didn’t know that.

Mr. Sunn’s lips pulled into a tight line. You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely annoyed or amused. “If you’re next to her, how can I expect you to pay attention in class?” 

At that, the whole class chuckled. Even you. At least Mr. Sunn had a good sense of humor.

JJ blushed a little at that. You hadn’t seen him flustered like this in… well, it had been a long time. He couldn’t think of a comeback as quickly as he usually did. Too many seconds passed for him to recover, so he had no choice. 

JJ grabbed his backpack. “I’ll see you after class,” he promised. 

“You always do,” you replied just loud enough for him to hear as he stood. He shot you a smile before walking over to his assigned seat.

Class moved slowly, although at least the subject was mildly interesting compared to your other ones this semester.

When the bell rang, you waited for your friends and you all walked out of class together. 

“JJ, are you trying to get in trouble?” Pope asked, almost accusingly.

JJ scoffed out a laugh. “Don’t be dramatic, I’m not gonna get in trouble over a seat.”

“Interesting that you keep going for a seat that’s right next to Y/N,” Kiara mused in a knowing tone.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” you told her, but not in a serious way. You and JJ flirted but you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable by her comments, implying that there was more.

Turns out it was the opposite. You didn’t see the way JJ looked at you. You were focused on the eye roll Kie gave before saying bye and heading to her next class. Pope followed suit, leaving you and JJ to walk to your next classes together.

“Y’know, if Kie wants to think… that,” JJ started, referencing her very obvious implication. “Or if anyone else does… I wouldn’t mind.”

You stared up at him, a bit taken aback. You and JJ had always been close and flirted, and even though you had a crush on him and all your friends were convinced he had a crush on you, neither of you brought it up or confronted it. JJ was taking the first step.

“I wouldn’t mind either,” you admitted, smiling lightly. 

JJ looked surprised, then relieved. “Really?”

You only let out a small laugh, “I’ll see you later,” you told him. You were about to walk to your class further down the hall, but stuck around for a moment longer. “Tomorrow, just sit in your seat,” you suggested. “Mr. Sunn is a chill guy but it’s gonna be a long year if we start off annoying him.”

“We’re not annoying,” JJ faked offense. “But yeah, alright,” he relented. “I guess I’ll just have to stare longing across the class,” he teased.

Your smile grew. “Yeah, I guess so,” you replied smoothly. Then, you walked away towards your class.

“We’re still meeting up with Pope and Kie later, right?” JJ called after you.

“Yeah,” you called back, not looking over your shoulder.

You hung out with your friends later and gone about your day. You and JJ of course flirted, but nothing more than usual. Pope didn’t bring it up again and Kiara just shot you knowing smirks. 

Next day in Mr. Sunn’s class, much to your surprise, when JJ walked into class he gave you a light wave and continued on to his assigned seat. He was following your advice, which was a hard thing to get JJ to do. You looked over and realized he was standing near where his seat was. 

And that someone was already in it.

The guy who was supposed to sit by you was in JJ’s seat. Meaning there was an empty seat right beside you.

JJ looked over his shoulder at you and grinned. He waltzed over, suddenly in a much better mood.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked you cheekily.

You looked past him to see the guy in JJ’s seat. He gave you a shrug and a look that said, “you’re welcome.” You almost laughed. 

“I guess not,” you answered JJ, looking back at him with a smile of your own.

He sat down in the seat, victorious. 

Mr. Sunn walked in when class started and went to the board.

“I see my words mean nothing to you, Mr. Maybank,” Mr. Sunn said, spotting JJ.

A smirk crossed your friend's face. “Actually,” he started, perking up. “My seat was taken.” 

Mr. Sunn looked at JJ's actual seat and sighed. The kid looked a little guilty but didn’t say anything. He looked back at JJ. “Fine, you win,” he decided. Then, he began to write on the board. 

After class, you and JJ parted from Kie and Pope to walk together to your next class. 

“I can’t believe he finally gave in,” you said with a laugh.

“I can be persuasive,” JJ replied smoothly.

You let out another laugh. “That was not persuasive. That was…I don’t know what that was,” you admitted.

“Fine, but I got what I wanted,” JJ revealed. It was no surprise, but there was something underlying in his tone. 

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” you held your hands up in surrender. The two of you stopped outside of your class and faced one another.

A small smile tugged at his lips. “I would hope not.” 

“I’ll see you later,” you told him. “Don’t miss me too much,” you decided to add on. 

“Oh, baby, I always do,” he played along casually. 

Your face felt warm at the nickname, but you didn’t say anything more. When you all hung out later, the interaction played through your mind.

You were too distracted to realize JJ was staring at you all night—or at least that’s what Kie had told you later.

The next day in Mr. Sunn’s class, JJ was there before you. You couldn’t remember the last time he was ever in a class before you. You walked to your seat and he smiled up at you.

“Hi there,” you greeted, sitting down beside JJ. “For once you actually came to class early,” you pointed out. 

“Well, I had a reason to,” JJ replied with a smile. “I wanted to ask you something.”

You chuckled, thinking of a joke. “Do you need an alibi?”

“Ha ha,” he said sarcastically. “I’m serious though.” Your expression turned confused. “Not like, serious serious. Don’t look so worried.”

“Alright, what is it?” 

“After school today would you wanna hang out? Just me and you?” JJ asked with a hint of nervousness.

“We hang out all the time,” you started knowingly. “So if you’re asking…” you mused, suppressing a smile (you were having a hard time with that, though). “Is this you asking me on a date, JJ?” 

“Maybe,” JJ said with a tad of nervousness. “Would you want to?”

“Yeah,” you answered without hesitation. You could’ve held out longer and maybe messed with a little, but you decided against that.

JJ looked pleasantly surprised. “Really?”

In your head, you were beaming with excitement. Out loud you confirmed, “it’s a date.”

“Don’t let me interrupt,” Mr. Sunn called to you and JJ, interrupting. “But since it seems important, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind sharing with the class.”

“Well, I’ve got a date later, so that’s pretty great,” JJ practically bragged, not missing a beat. “As for how that goes, I don’t kiss and tell.” 

JJ shot you a wink after that, Kie and Pope looked over their shoulders so fast you thought their heads were gonna spin, and Mr. Sunn actually looked impressed.

“About time,” someone in the class spoke up. It was an unfamiliar voice. When you located the source, you found it was the boy in JJ’s old seat.

And what did you do? Well, all you could do was let out a laugh and share a smile with JJ.

You had a feeling this class was going to be much more fun now—although, maybe not as much fun as your date with JJ.

[marvelslittlewhore]

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You were boiling with jealousy. You just wanted to have fun drinking and smoking with your friends and boyfriend and everything had been fine until you got a glance of some kook bitch flirting with JJ, batting her lashes at him stupidly and you already had your fist clenching by your side. Your grip tightening on the red solo cup, chugging down the rest.

Kie, Sarah, and Cleo followed your gaze and all knew it won't take long until you snap. You trusted JJ, it's just that you can't stand the fact that many girls or past flings on the island still tried making their shot even though they knew he's not on the market anymore.

You could see the annoyance on JJ's face but he was still being nice about it, which you cherish him for but also wished he would just walk away from her and leave her there dumbfounded.

You were really trying to keep your cool but then she had the audacity to touch his arm. That was it. Throwing the cup on the ground and ignoring Kie's scolding you marched over to where the boys were standing.

Pushing the girl's hand off JJ not so gently you stood between the two, your arms crossed over your chest while JJ wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Stay the fuck away from my man and go look for some kook dick instead of using pogues just so you can feel some type of power." You glared at her.

"Oh really? And that's coming from someone whose mom had practically slept with the whole island. I don't doubt you're any better-" Your fist made contact with her face before she could finish her insult, and you watched her fall onto the sand.

The boys shouted in surprise and you didn't let it end there, getting on top of her and grabbing her by her shirt with one hand.

"You ever take my family in your mouth again imma make sure you won't leave the hospital for a while, got that?" You whispered to her before feeling JJ wrap his arms around your middle to hoist you up and off her.

"Easy now, mama. Think she heard you loud and clear. C'mon, let's go." JJ carried you away while you kept cussing at the girl, making sure that the others on the bonfire see what happens when they mess with you.

After your little altercation, everyone decided it was better to call it a night and make your way back to the Chateau.

JJ went to hold your hand but quickly let go when you hissed in pain, instead he grabbed your wrist holding it up to look at your bruised knuckles. He smirked, kissing each of your knuckles gently.

"All that trouble for me, huh?" He teased and you rolled your eyes but smiled at him.

"Shut up. You would have done the same if any guy had approached me."

"True." He chuckled and when you tried to get out of his hold he stopped walking, pulling you against his chest. "I gotta admit, what you did there was pretty hot."

You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a heated kiss while his hands went to squeeze your ass. Your little make out session got interrupted by John B clapping his hands to get your guys attention.

"C'mon, you lovebirds. You can mingle later, there are people who have a busy day ahead."

"Oh and you are one of them?" You raised an eyebrow at the brunette.

"Yeah, someone has to take care of your hangover asses tomorrow and that's probably me as I'm the most sober one here." He flicked your forehead and you slapped his hand away laughing.

"Better be careful bro or you'll be her next victim." JJ warned with a smirk placing his arm over your shoulders, kissing the side of your head.

"I think I broke her nose-"

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Requested by: @tracymbcm (I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this 😭 hope you still like it the way it came out)

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[cal-flakes]

╰┈➤ rafe picking up his drunk girlfriend

warnings: swearing. alcohol, underage drinking.

summary: much to rafe’s dismay, his girlfriend had always been close with the pogues, drinking with them, fishing with them and so on. one particular night, y/n gets a bit too drunk and rafe has to pick her up.

the fire crackled away infront of them as the group chattered amongst themselves, empty beer bottles scattered around behind them. jj and y/n drowned out the others in a drunken attempt to sing some sort of old song, neither knowing the correct words. taking notice of this, the others broke out in hysterics, however this only further egged them on.

y/n sang, or slurred as her friends might say, at the top of her lungs, beginning to twirl around the fire they had made out of rotten wood and pizza boxes. making her way around her friends, she reached out to pope, determined to make him get up and dance.

“you’re wasted y/n, you should sit down” kie called from her place on a tree stump. turning her head, y/n’s face contorted. “you’re wasted y/n, sit down” she mimicked her friend. nevertheless, it was a fact. the pogues knew y/n couldn’t really handle alcohol, it was only in the last few months that she had decided to come out of her shell a bit more. she’d spent the majority of her life sticking to rules, doing as she was told. that was until her close friends from school had convinced her to live out her teenage years in style.

“i-i am not drubk, ‘m having f-fun kie” y/n mumbled, yet the hiccups interrupting her words said otherwise. her friends chuckled at this, allowing her to go on for a little longer. that is until she let out a small scream.

their heads snapped quickly to where y/n was, they would’ve thought she’d disappeared into thin air if it wasn’t for her drunken cries coming from the other side of a large fallen tree. john b, pope and kie jumped out of their places around the fire, attending to their lightweight friend as quickly as possible. jj on the other hand, was also too shitfaced to even realise she’d taken a tumble.

“y/n are you okay?” pope asked, poking his head over the tree to take in the sight of his friend flat on her back, sprawled out on the floor. despite the flowing tears, she managed a thumbs up. “c’mon y/n, that’s two fights you’ve lost with a tree now, when are you gonna learn?” john b mocked while reaching down to help her up.

kie stepped over the tree, also helping y/n up off the floor as she lolled about like deadweight. pope and john b shared a knowing glance as they all pulled y/n back up. once she was up, kiara helped feed her some water, hopefully sobering her up a bit before she went home.

“you know what we’re gonna have to do right? john b?” pope whispered as they stepped away from the girls. to this, john b let out a deep sigh, knowing exactly what they were gonna have to do. “yeah i know” john b grumbled. “who’s gonna do it though? im not, i did it last time.” pope protested quickly.

both boys glanced over to kie, she quickly shook her head however, already knowing what they were going to ask. “no, no way. you can do it this time john b, he almost bit my head off last time i spoke to him.” before john b had anytime to argue, kiara had tossed y/n’s unlocked phone into his hands, looking at him expectantly.

pacing around the fire, john b reluctantly tapped the screen a few times before holding the phone up to his ear and letting it ring. after a few tries, the recipient finally answered the call. “hey baby, you okay?” a raspy voice called out through the phone, earning a small chuckle from pope as he overheard.

“hey rafe..um, it’s john b” he mumbled, knowing how this was going to go. “why the fuck do you have y/n’s phone?” rafe sneered, blood boiling at all the possible situations running through his head. “yeah, i- um, i think you need to come pick her up, she’s a bit wasted and she’s hurt herself.”

overhearing this, y/n’s face contorted, her mind clearing for a second as she realised what was going on. “are you telling my fucking boyfriend on me john b?” she slurred, her voice loud enough for rafe to hear. before john b could get another word in, rafe put the phone down on him. “asshole” he muttered, already dreading rafe’s arrival.

fifteen minutes go by and y/n had been in a huff every single second, she knew rafe would jump at the chance to argue with her friends, so john b calling him to come get her was not the most intelligent idea.

the pogue’s heads turn at the sound of a car engine pulling up not to far from them. sharing looks as they heard a car door slam. y/n jumped at the sound, the dreading feeling gone as excitement to see her baby took over. the leaves behind her rustled and she leaped from the camping chair, just about falling into rafe’s arms. “hiiii babyyy” y/n sang as he helped her back up, stabling her. sparing his angel a quick smile, he turned to narrow his eyes at her friends.

“what the fuck did you give her!” rafe bellowed, waking jj from his wasted slumber. the blonde boy stood up, stalking over to rafe, well..trying to atleast. “who the fuck do you think you are cameron? talking to us like that?” jj growled through gritted teeth, chest heaving. rafe chuckled to himself lowly, squaring up as he did. “you’re fucking lucky she’s here maybank, or i’d have already punched your face into the ground” he retorted.

pope and john b had situated themselves in the middle before jj could lunge at him. “heyyy! h-hey! stop it! you guys gotta accept that i love you bothhhh! your my b-boyfriend and these g-guys are my besties!” y/n sang from besides rafe, throwing an arm around both rafe and jj. attempting to de-escalate the situation.

rafe’s nostrils flared as he took a step back, throwing a glare in the pogue’s direction before leading his girlfriend away. “bye guys! see you so-ooon!” she yelled while following rafe to the car.

stepping into the drivers side, rafe gathered himself for a second, not wanting to lash out at her for something so small. releasing a harsh breath, he turned to her, intent on lecturing her about drinking so much when his eyes met her puppy dog gaze. his thought out words suddenly crumbled away. sighing, he intertwined his free hand with hers and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. “seatbelt” rafe ordered, his tone teetering on harsh. “yes sir!” she giggled before doing what he asked.

as they drove, rafe felt the anger in his veins dissipating as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “rafe?” she mumbled. humming in response, he glanced at her before turning back to the road. “do you think you could make me a sandwich when we get back? pretty pleaseeee” y/n pleaded, half expecting him to say no.

“of course baby, anything for you”

[kitscutie]

hiii !! i was wondering can you do a fic where rafe comes and picks the reader up from a girls night out and she’s super drunk? tyy!

girls just wanna have fun (rafe cameron x fem!reader)

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: feel bad for y/n and fluff (a little bit of psycho rafe at the end!?)

summary: after a rogue night at the boneyard you are in desperate need of comfort from your knight in shining armour - rafe cameron.

a/n: i am still trying to be more active while school is picking up but please bare with me :)

word count: 773

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Rafe pulled up to the Boneyard with a sigh. He was no stranger to this place, sure, but he was so used to being with you at these times when you would drink too much and end up being driven home in his truck. This time was different.

He had received a call from your phone, not from your friends but Kie. She had found you puking behind a log alone which sounded funny had it been anyone but you.

Your so called 'friends' from figure eight had ditched you. Rafe knew they were bitches but you ever with a golden heart had ignored his warnings, excited by their invite to a girls night meaning he could not accompany you. Now, he regretted it.

"Where is she?" He asked approaching the only person apart from you and Kie in attendance that he could mildly stand, Sarah.

She simply pointed to an area of the beach separate from the party, he appreciated that Kie had removed you from prying eyes who would no doubt speak of the Kook Princess' inability to hold alcohol tomorrow had they seen.

"Fucking finally, she wont stop crying." Kiara said, not out of anger but worry. He glanced down at you seeing you curled up in Kie's arms, eyes glassy and red, cheeks stained with tears.

"Hey baby." He said ever so gently, kneeling down to your level in the sand and no doubt ruining his expensive chinos.

"Rafe?" You whispered peeling your head from Kie's shoulder as you dared to take in your surroundings.

"Yeah it's me, you good?" He asked, lifting a hand to remove the strands of sweaty hair which had stuck to your forehead, the humidity of the Outer Banks mixing with your illness making your body ever so slightly too warm.

"No I-, I don't feel well and I can't breathe properly." You hiccupped, anxiety making your heartbeat uneasy. Your hands reached for his ironed black shirt and he let you scrunch it between your fingers, grounding your mind.

Rafe nodded at Kiara, letting her know she could leave with a silent thank you.

"Think you had too much to drink?" He asked, watching as you messily nodded in response. "You'll feel better soon then, yeah? I see you got most of it out already." He chuckled, knowing you had been sick multiple times between this moment and his phone call from Kie.

"Just wanna go home." You mumbled, leaning into his warm chest.

"Okay lets get you up then." He said standing up and taking you with him as you stumbled on your feet. "Lean against me okay? Good girl." He added as you did so. The name was comforting and soft, sure it was sometimes used during sex but in this moment it was more. Reassurance.

He supported you all the way to his truck where he buckled you in with a gentle kiss to your scrunched and rosy cheeks.

"I don't want you speaking to those girls again." He said, hands clenched around the steering wheel while his jaw clicked in place though his anger was not directed at you.

"What Kie and Sarah?" You slurred, "They helped me though." You finished as your eyes squinted beneath the street lights which flickered as you passed.

"No, no. I'd rather you talk to my fuckin' psycho sister at this point I'm talking about those Figure Eight bitches." He seethed making your head snap towards him.

"Number one, they're my friends, number two, you're also a Figure Eight bitch, no?" You giggled to yourself, knowing deep inside that his anger was justified to an extent. They weren't your friends, not really.

"They're not baby, you're kind and sensitive they're stuck up and have no personality outside of generational wealth." He replied. You saw the irony in his words though it appeared he didn't and it wasn't a hill you were ready to die on so you let it go.

"M'kay well, I feel better now you're here and I didn't like them all that much anyway I'm just surprised they would stoop that low." You sighed into the silent atmosphere as the car, feeling his gaze on you.

He softly placed a hand on your bare thigh in the darkness, squeezing it in a gesture of comfort.

"Yeah." He sighed in defeat.

In this moment, looking at you in the moonlight Rafe felt a new sense of protectiveness over you. You were naïve and too forgiving to your own detriment, he wasn't and if he could help it those girls would never see the light of day again, never mind your beautiful face.

[kenzirr]

JJ had been keeping a secret from the Pogues for a while now. His girlfriend, Y/N, was someone he wanted to keep to himself for a bit longer, savoring the sweetness of their new relationship. But ever since he mentioned he was seeing someone, the Pogues had been relentless with their questions.

"What's her name, JJ?" Kie asked, elbowing him playfully.

"Yeah, come on, man! Spill the beans," Pope added, leaning in.

"Is she hot?" John B grinned, nudging JJ's arm.

JJ just smirked, shaking his head. "You'll see soon enough," he teased, leaving them hanging yet again.

This had been the routine for the past few weeks. Every time the Pogues gathered, the conversation inevitably turned to JJ's mysterious girlfriend. They were all dying to know more, but JJ was determined to keep Y/N a secret just a little longer.

One evening, they were all hanging out at the Chateau, sprawled out on the worn-out couches with beers in hand. The warm summer breeze wafted in through the open windows, carrying the sound of distant waves.

Kie leaned forward, her curiosity getting the best of her. "Come on, JJ, just give us a hint. What's she like?"

JJ took a swig of his beer, considering how much to reveal. "She's amazing. Smart, funny, beautiful... and she puts up with me, so she's got to be a fucking saint."

Pope chuckled. "She sounds too good to be true. How'd you manage to find someone like that?"

JJ shrugged, a fond smile playing on his lips. "Just got lucky, I guess."

John B raised an eyebrow. "Lucky, huh? You mean you didn't have to charm your way into her heart?"

JJ laughed. "Oh, there was plenty of charm involved, don’t worry about that."

Kie rolled her eyes, though she was smiling. "Alright, Mr. Charming, when do we get to meet this saintly girlfriend of yours?"

JJ hesitated. He wanted the Pogues to meet Y/N, but he also enjoyed the private bubble they had created. "Soon. I promise."

As the days passed, the questions didn't let up. JJ could tell the Pogues were getting more impatient, their curiosity piqued by his secrecy. He found himself looking forward to the moment when Y/N would finally meet them, knowing they would love her as much as he did.

One sunny afternoon, the Pogues decided to hit the beach, a favorite pastime of theirs. The sun was high in the sky, and the sand was warm beneath their feet as they set up their spot, spreading out towels and unloading coolers.

JJ was more distracted than usual, glancing at his phone every few minutes. The Pogues noticed, exchanging knowing looks.

"Expecting a call?" Pope asked, smirking.

"Or maybe a surprise visitor?" Kie added, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

JJ tried to play it cool, but his excitement was palpable. "Something like that."

John B stretched out on his towel, adjusting his sunglasses. "Well, whoever it is, they better show up soon. You’re starting to get twitchy."

JJ just chuckled, shaking his head. He knew he couldn't hide his anticipation much longer. They spent the next hour surfing, swimming, and lounging around, enjoying the perfect beach day. JJ kept his eyes peeled, waiting for Y/N to arrive.

As if on cue, Y/N appeared on the horizon, striding confidently across the sand with her friends. Her bikini hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her natural beauty. JJ's breath caught in his throat, his eyes locked on her as she approached.

"Yo, JJ, you alright?" John B called out, noticing his friend's sudden stillness.

JJ barely registered the question. He was too busy watching Y/N, a proud smile forming on his lips. She spotted him and gave a little wave, her smile radiant.

The Pogues followed JJ's gaze, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of Y/N. It didn't take long for them to put two and two together.

"No fucking way," Kie whispered, a grin spreading across her face. "That's her, isn't it?"

Pope chuckled, nudging JJ. "You sly dog."

John B just shook his head, laughing. "JJ, you never cease to surprise us."

Y/N reached them, her friends hanging back to give her a moment. She walked up to JJ, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hey, you," she greeted softly, planting a kiss on his cheek.

JJ grinned, his hands resting on her hips. "Hey, beautiful."

The Pogues watched in awe, clearly impressed. Kie was the first to speak up. "Y/N, right? I'm Kie. These are Pope and John B."

Y/N smiled warmly at them. "Nice to finally meet you guys. JJ's told me a lot about you."

John B laughed. "Hopefully all good things."

"Mostly," Y/N teased, winking at JJ.

JJ rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Alright, alright. Enough gawking. Let's enjoy the beach."

As they settled back into their beach day, the Pogues couldn't help but steal glances at JJ and Y/N. It was clear to everyone just how smitten JJ was, and for the first time, the Pogues got a glimpse of the softer side of their friend.

The day continued with laughter, teasing, and the kind of fun only close friends could have. JJ and Y/N were inseparable, and the Pogues took every opportunity to tease them about it.

"So, how did you two meet?" Kie asked, curiosity evident in her voice as they all sat around a small bonfire later that evening.

Y/N glanced at JJ, a playful smile on her lips. "He actually saved me from a pretty bad situation," she said, looking at JJ with admiration.

JJ shrugged, trying to downplay it. "Just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

Pope leaned in, eager for details. "Come on, JJ, don’t be modest. We need the full story."

Y/N laughed. "Alright, I'll tell you. I was at this party, and some guy wouldn't leave me alone. JJ stepped in and got him to back off, by punching him…. but we started talking, and well, here we are."

John B nodded, impressed. "Classic JJ. Always the hero."

JJ rolled his eyes, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. "It was no big deal."

Kie smirked. "Sounds like a big deal to me. You’ve got a knack for swooping in, huh?"

Y/N laughed, leaning into JJ. "I guess I’m lucky he did."

The conversation flowed easily, with Y/N fitting seamlessly into the group. They shared stories, jokes, and more than a few embarrassing tales about JJ, much to his dismay.

As the night wore on and the fire crackled softly, John B turned to JJ. "Man, you’ve been holding out on us. Y/N's cool."

JJ looked at Y/N, his expression softening. "Yeah, she is."

Y/N blushed, nudging him playfully. "You're not too bad yourself."

Kie sighed contentedly, watching the exchange. "I’m glad we finally got to meet you, Y/N. You make JJ really happy."

Y/N smiled warmly at her. "I’m glad to meet you guys too. JJ talks about you all the time. You’re like family to him."

Pope raised his drink in a toast. "To new friends and family."

They all raised their drinks. JJ had been hesitant to share Y/N with his friends, but seeing how well she fit in, he realized there was nothing to worry about. He had his girl, and his friends.

[st6rrrs]

TRAITOR || rafe cameron x fem reader

summary: the pogues find out yn's secret

warnings: cursing, arguing, soft rafe!!!, fluff?

a/n: idk if i should keep this into to a one shot or make a story!!!!

Part 2

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you and rafe were in his bed talking when you realized what time it was, 5:29pm

"Shit rafe i gotta go" you said

you jumped off of the bed and quickly put your clothes on

"where are you going?" he asked getting off the bed also

"i gotta go to the chateau to meet up with the pogues"

he groaned.

you grab your backpack and head to the door but before you could open it rafe got in front of you.

"do you have to leave" rafe whines

"yes rafe, i'll be back in a couple of hours" you say

"fine" he groans again but louder this time, he walks back to the bed laying on it getting his phone out, you roll your eyes and exit the room.

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you get on your bike and start pedaling towards the cut.

you and rafe have been dating for a couple of months now but you guys haven't told anyone yet. if the pogues find out that you and rafe have been dating they would be PISSED

thats one of the reasons you dont wanna go public, rafe honestly doesn't give a shit if anyone finds out because he will still love you and you would still love him.

you arrive at the chateau and you see the pogues on the front porch, Sarah was sitting next to john b? why was Sarah here?

kie disliked Sarah for as long as you can remember. When kie and Sarah were friends Sarah threw this party without inviting kie and kie got mad and called the cops.

"you know we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her."

you hear kie say as you approach them

"stop talking about me like im not here" Sarah says

"then leave."

"umm whats happening?" you mouth to pope and jj passing kie, Sarah, and john b them to busy arguing to notice you. You walk over to sit in between jj and pope.

"john b is banging Sarah" jj says while laughing

"WHAT" you almost yell

"oh look y/n is here, why dont we ask her opinion is on this" kie says

"please don't" you whine "but if im being honest i dont think its a good idea"

Sarah's scoffs

"oh you can talk" she says looking at you

"what?" you laugh

"like you aren't fucking my brother" she says rolling her eyes and looking away

you immediately go pale.

"is that true y/n?" kie ask you in disbelief

you don't answer her

jj gets up from beside you and just looks at you in disbelief. you look over at pope his hand on his forehead and he's shaking his head disappointed.

"you cant be fucking serious!" jj yells at you "he beat up pope with a golf club and then jumped us with topper and kelce"

jj has had a crush on you ever since you guys were 14 but you didn't feel the same way. Everyone always shipped you guys together but you wouldn't force yourself to date someone you didn't like You only liked jj as a friend but he never really listened to you.

"i-i-im sorry!! but he's different with me" you try to explain to them

"hes just gonna use you like he does every other girl on this island" Sarah says

"no he-" but before you could finish your sentence pope interrupted you

"just leave y/n." he said annoyed not looking at you

"g-guys please!"

"JUST FUCKING LEAVE JEEZ!" jj yells at you, you have never seen him this angry in the whole 7 years you knew him.

tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked at him. He had no remorse for what he said he was very angry and you could understand why but none of them even gave you a chance to explain yourself. You quickly grabbed your bag pack and left without looking back.

"AND DONT BOTHER COMING BACK EITHER! HAVE FUN WITH YOUR KOOKY BOYFRIEND" jj yelled before you could leave

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you open the front door to the camerons household, rafe gave you the key when you guys started dating. the house was so quite and cold, you walk up the stairs to rafe room still sobbing.

you open his room door and hes sleep on his bed, it was sometime pass 7 you didn't want to wake him and you were exhausted yourself so you just laid next to him and got under the covers still sobbing quietly. you couldn't believe that jj would ever say that too you, it wasn't like him

you hear rafe groan awake

"y/n is that you" he says in his sleepy voice

"yea"

"are you crying?"

"im fine go back to sleep rafe."

"no.,whats wrong come here" he gestured so you could lay on his chest

you gave in and sobbed in his chest for a while until you fell asleep.

part 2?

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[loveharlow]

SEVEN [THE INBETWEEN] - P4L

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[3k] Two weeks since John B and Sarah have been gone and the pogues decide it's time for a proper memorial to say goodbye, but an impulsive gesture leaves two of the four remaining pogues heads spinning.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, unestablished relationship/unrequited love (Pope x Kiara), mentions of child abuse/neglect, general angst

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A/N‧₊˚ This is where things get a little tricky. Also, tumblr decided to kick me out of my mf account so thats why this is like 2 days late instead of one, I DID NOT LIE TO YALL😭 and sorry if this chapter moves a little fast

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“RISE AND SHINE, BLONDIE.” You whispered in the sleeping boy’s ear. JJ immediately slapped a harsh palm over his ear, effectively slapping himself and waking himself up, groaning in pain as you stood by giggling. 

“Fuck you.” He mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up, Marley emerging next to him from under the covers. You tilted your head at the dog, scoffing.

“You do know that is my dog, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at a sleepy-eyed JJ who simply looked at the animal over his shoulder before turning back to you and shrugging with a sly smile on his face.

“Not anymore. Her real owner gives her bacon and she loves it.” He retorted, throwing an arm over Marley and pulling her into his side as he rubbed the top of her head. “Ain’t that right, girl?”

You rolled your eyes, your bare feet patting against the hardwood floors of The Chateau as you left the room, calling over your shoulder. “Then her real owner can clean up the aftermath when she vomits it out because she refuses to chew.” You reprimanded playfully, sliding your slippers onto your feet that were sat by the front door. “I’m gonna clean up a bit. Pope and Kie should be here soon. And I bought more cereal, it’s above the fridge.” You called out before going out onto the porch, letting the door shut behind you, the screen rattling. 

Today marked two weeks since John B and Sarah disappeared.

Pope and Kiara had finally made time in their schedules to do a proper send off. Not that you blamed them — Kiara’s parents wanted her as far away from the pogues as possible, with you being a semi-exception. They’d swamped her with work after school at The Wreck, working from the time school ended until the street lights came on. The weekends were no different, with the addition of taking the car away, only allowing her to drive it on the weekdays to and from school.

Heyward had Pope doing grocery run after grocery run, as well catching some of the seafood supply himself. Pope didn’t mind though, he was working on repairing his relationship with his parents after everything that happened. Things seemed to be looking up, Heyward didn’t scowl when you all came around anymore and his mother started to greet you all again. They were easing up on the restrictions, too — allowing Pope to drive the car again and be out past ten.

You and JJ had been managing — he was taking small, odd jobs here and there. Mowing lawns, fixing cars just to keep the lights on and the water running. You did what you could — sneaking into your house, only once or twice, to take some necessities and things to sell. You’d managed to pawn off a good chunk of your mother’s jewelry and some things you didn’t need anymore. It was enough to keep you both fed and clean.

Life was starting to seem okay again. It didn’t seem like there was such a large storm cloud over you and your friends anymore. Now, you just all felt an emptiness when you were together, which was probably why you weren’t together as much anymore.

School was…well, school. You and JJ hadn’t been since it happened. No adults to force you to go, right? Pope and Kie had been a few times, but their parents allowed them some time to themselves occasionally. 

Despite everything, today was the first day you all would be hanging out as a full group again. The Chateau always looked a mess but admittedly, you and JJ hadn’t been helping the place to look any better. The porch was littered with beer bottles, soda cans, snack wrappers. Things that had been piling up from your late night talks. 

Grabbing a plastic bag, you started gathering all of the trash and throwing it inside, the space already looking better.

“SO, HOW ARE WE DOING THIS EXACTLY?” Kiara asked, hands in her pockets as she stood in front of the big tree, next to Pope. The sun was starting to set, casting a low, orange hue over the backyard.

She and Pope had arrived not too long ago, the gathering not being as lively as it used to be. Less smiles, less laughs. There was small talk and a few jokes here and there but it just seemed so forced, as if no one wanted to say “let’s just get this over with”.

The group had been divided, although none of you would admit it aloud. It seemed as if Pope and Kiara did their thing, while you and JJ did yours. 

“We could just carve it. Might take a while, though…” Pope pitched, rubbing his hands over the top of his head and shifting his weight. 

“I mean, we got all day.” JJ shrugged simply, adjusting the baseball cap on his head. “I say we carve this baby up.” He shrugged, hiking up the toolbox in his hand, the metal objects inside rattling, and walking to the forefront of the group. You walked up beside him, looking up with your hands in your back pockets. “Care to do the honors?” He smiled down at you, flicking out a pocket knife in your direction.

Taking the object from his hand, you faced the large, loud live oak tree and began carving the initials of your fallen friend into the wood.

THREE HOURS AND TWO BEERS LATER AND THE TREE WAS CARVED AND BRANDED. A tan-colored, heart-shaped splotch in the center.

2003   2020

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

P4L

After you’d finished carving, JJ had done the honors of engraving the words with a heated piece of metal, burning the words forever into the oak. The four of you raised a beer to John B, hoping that he could feel you wherever he was.

You’d branched off afterwards, something that never happened before but you’d grown accustomed to the odd dynamic between the group now. You all tried your hardest to ignore it or remedy it but it was useless. 

Pope was sitting on a log, staring at the fire JJ had started. JJ was swinging in the hammock as you made your way over to Kiara, who was sitting on the steps of The Chateau.

“Hey. You alright?” You asked, sitting down next to the girl as she took a sip of her beer, humming in response.

“As alright as I can be, I guess.” She replied almost despondently. You were all grieving in your own ways but something about Kiara’s grief didn’t seem like grief. It was like she was dealing with some other conflicting emotions on top of it all. “You and JJ have been keeping this place up, huh? I can actually see wood on the floor.” She joked lightly.

You chuckled in response. “Yeah... yeah, we’re trying. The place is one kick away from collapsing but it’s a home, nonetheless.”

“Have you been home? Since…” You nodded your head at the girl’s question, staring down at your sneakers.

“...Once or twice just to steal some shit to pawn off. I don’t really care for anything in that house anymore. Or anyone…” Kiara simply drew her lips into a thin line, nodding silently with no clue as to how to continue the conversation. So, you took the initiative for her. “How’ve you been? With your parents? Pope?”

She just grimaced and shrugged, playing with the rim of the open beer bottle. “They’re... going, I suppose. My parents don’t even know I’m here right now. If they did…” She trailed off, scoffing. “And Pope, I don’t know. He’s sweet, he’s just not…” She trailed off once again, but this time it was like she knew what she wanted to say but it was almost as if she couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She seemed weary, hesitant — eyes fleeting between your own and the blades of grass beneath her feet. “Whatever. Forget it. Me and Pope are figuring it out, I guess. I’m trying to give it a chance.”

“That’s good.” You smiled smally, nodding absentmindedly. “If it helps, he really does like you. So, even if you two don’t work out, just let him down easy. He’s our friend and a really good guy.” She simply nodded, taking another swig of her beverage and looking out into the distance. Suddenly, she was standing from the steps, hands on her knees.

“I’m gonna go get another beer...” She sighed before walking back inside.

Maybe you were reading too much into it but Kiara’s grief was seeming more like a cold shoulder...

“YOU WARM ENOUGH, POPE?” You inquired, sitting next to the boy on the log, him shooting you a small smile before returning his gaze to the flames in front of him. The fire casting an amber glow over his skin, making his eyes seem browner, almost softer. 

“Yeah, a little too hot.” He chuckled lightly, leaning back further onto the wooden seat, placing his hands behind him for support. “...I meant to ask, is JJ okay? Like, actually?” He asked with a bit of hesitance, eyeing the blonde swaying calmly on the hammock. You followed his sights, spotting JJ swaying lowly before turning back to Pope.

“He’s…doing better than I expected. But that goes for all of us, I suppose.” You offered honestly. “Why’d you ask?” You questioned, to which Pope shrugged one shoulder before replying.

“I know John B was a really big part of his life. If I was as close as those two, I don’t know how I’d feel. I know we haven’t been around much, Kie and I, but he just seems…too calm.” You didn’t know how to tell Pope that JJ was far from fine. That you’d hear him crying at night, muffled as he tried to wake you not knowing that you couldn’t sleep knowing he was outside the door crying and you couldn’t do anything to comfort him.

You’d tried asking him about it yourself. He simply acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about and you weren't one to push him. Not now, at least.

“He’s handling it all in his own way.” You reassured with mild uncertainty. “But I’ll keep an eye on him. How are you, though?”

The boy drew his lips into a thin line, tilting his head to the side in thought before shrugging and looking out at the fire in front of him. “I…don’t know.” He struggled out, almost as if he wasn’t completely sure of the words but also unsure if he was truly unsure. His brown eyes met yours, slightly glassed over with frustrated tears. “I really just don’t know.”

You gave him a pitiful smile before scooting closer and throwing your arm over his shoulders. The two of you sat in warm, content silence. In all your time of knowing Pope, he was never either fully closed off or openly emotional. He was the definition of a ticking time bomb — bottling everything up until he reached a certain breaking point. But this time, you’d figured he’d had all the meltdowns he could. 

AS YOU APPROACHED THE HAMMOCK, another figure became clear next to JJ’s — Marley curled up in a sleeping ball of fur next to the blonde. You chuckled under your breath at the sight, nudging the swing with your knee to prompt JJ to open his eyes. The boy peeked one eye open before the other, eyes fleeting the yard at Pope and Kiara’s frames talking at the bonfire before returning to yours. 

You took a seat on the grass in front of the hammock, looking up at JJ as he made the small effort to turn on his side to look down at you without disturbing the peaceful animal beside him. 

“Done being the group therapist?” He yawned, pushing the blonde locs of hair out of his face. You simply shrugged, rubbing a hand across your forehead. 

“Yeah, my office is closed.” You sighed, leaning back on your palms — small pebbles and mulch chips digging into them but you were too tired to care. “But you know I’m always willing to listen for you.” You said playfully, shooting the blonde a wink. He giggled in response, leaning forward in the hammock with one hand clutching it for support.

“You promised no pushing.” He mumbled sleepily.

“I’m not pushing.” You assured, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I’m just... politely suggesting that you open up to your best friend, is all.” You shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to pick at your nails. 

“Right...how about we do a little switch-a-roo then, hm?” He threw out, shifting around once more in the hammock, eyes piercing yours. “How have you been? With everything. Bree, your mom…” He trailed off, eyes never leaving yours even though you avoided eye contact the moment he started listing issues. “I mean, The Chateau is nothing compared to your beachfront palace in Kooklandia. You gotta miss it sometimes. You’re telling me you never think about goin' home?”

You snarled, shrugging off his statement. “This is my home.” You declared, drifting your eyes upwards to connect with his, the amber glow of the bonfire making his eyes appear more green-toned than blue. “I never wanted to move to Figure Eight in the first place. I didn’t care about the ocean view or the fact that our living room and kitchen didn’t have to be one room anymore.” You explained, drawing shapes into the dirt. “I feel safe here.” You muttered. “I feel safer with you guys...”

He simply hummed and nodded in agreement. “I get that.” He sighed. “I feel the same about my house. I don’t really care that all my shit is there and that I have to sneak back and forth to get what I need. My dad… he makes me hate that house. And I hate myself for being able to hate the house because of him but not being able to hate him.”

“He’s your dad, though. It’s understandable. You feel like you should love him no matter what.”

“...Do you hate your mom?” You paused your drawing in the dirt to peer up at JJ through your lashes, his eyes wide and wondering. The question caused you to feel a way you’d never felt before. It was such a loaded question and even with everything that happened, you figured the answer should be easy but...it wasn’t. Saying that you hated your mother felt like venom on your tongue. Even if you knew you had every right to say that you did.

“No.” You sighed, tucking your hair behind your ears. “But, it’s like, I don’t love her either. I just…don’t recognize her anymore. In my eyes, she’s not my mother. But in my heart, she is and always will be. And I hate that.”

The two of you fell into silence after that, the only sound being cicadas and crickets. You directed your gaze up to the sky, counting the stars and silently acknowledging constellations while JJ kicked one leg out to swing the hammock gently as he stared up as well.

You figured the conversation ended there. It was getting late and you’d scored a babysitting gig for tomorrow that was paying good money. So, you figured heading to bed now was ideal because being late wasn't. You sighed, hands slapping your knees as you stood up with a groan, stretching as JJ’s eyes drifted to your frame.

“Well, I think my social battery has officially died.” You yawned, stepping closer to the blonde to ruffle his fluffy head of hair. “Night, blond-” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before JJ’s hand was wrapping itself around your wrist, pulling you down until your faces were just centimeters apart, him taking the opportunity to connect your lips with his, placing his free hand on the nape of your neck.

Your eyes went impossibly wide as the blonde pressed his lips to yours firmly, his eyes closed blissfully. A normal, friendly reaction would be to push him away, to say that you shouldn’t be doing this. But the way he was kissing you..

It was like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

From the way his fingers dug into your skin to the amount of force he was using to hold you in place.

Something in you suddenly relaxed, allowing you to close your own eyes and move your lips to kiss him back. Your lips moved in perfect sync with his for the moment. But you figured it would be nothing but. This was JJ, your best friend. He knew you like the back of his-

Oh. Oh, God. You were kissing your best friend. You were kissing JJ. 

You pulled back so fast you nearly stumbled over your own feet, head whipping around in panic to find Kie and Pope still engulfed in their own conversation before turning back to the starstruck blonde in front you. His hair was messy and his lips were swollen with a deep shade of red blooming within the lower one. His own blue eyes were wide but you didn’t know for what reason. 

You just looked at each other with an unknown expression. Terror? Confusion?

Neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, panting in panic. Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest prompting you to adjust the neckline of your top away from your throat, the material suddenly feeling constricting.

You didn’t know what else to do so you did the only thing you could do.

Swallowing harshly and touching your aching, wet lips, you swiftly walked off in the direction of The Chateau. The last thing you heard was JJ call out your name one, heart aching time before the door of The Chateau closed behind you.

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[cameronspecial]

Can i request a Rafe x pogue! Reader of reader probably ignoring all his calls and texts and he shows uo at her house and ahe gets nervous because everyone can see his truck parked outside her house and she's rushing him inside the house

I Want To Be With You

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Warnings: Underage Marijuana Use

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Rafe is probably the most surprised that he is dating a Pogue, but how could he not fall for Y/N when she is the only one who could see the full potential in him? He also never thought he would be needy for her either. “Come on, Baby. Why aren’t you answering your phone?” he groans into his phone as he is sent to voicemail again. His fingers go back to sending texts asking what she wants to do tonight. They all go unanswered. 

———

Y/N’s knee bounces as she stares at the buzzing phone on her coffee table. Thankfully, Kie, JJ, John B and Sarah are all too high to notice and Pope is too focused on his book to notice either. She really wishes she could get high with them to help ease the stress of keeping her relationship a secret, but she knows Rafe would get jealous of her using someone else’s stash. She couldn’t answer his calls because she wouldn’t be able to hide her excitement from them and it would warrant questions. Any attempt at getting them to leave has not worked. “You guys, my parents are going to be here any moment and they would kill us if they find you high,” she tries to scare them. 

However, their attention is focused on something outside the window. Sarah’s eyes narrow at the car, “Is that my brother’s car?” Y/N scrambles off of the couch and joins them. Of course, it is his truck. He’s about three hours too early, yet, it really doesn’t surprise her that he is. He always gets worried when she doesn’t answer and when he is worried, he gets clingy. “Uhh, no. That’s my neighbour’s truck. They have very similar license plates. I actually need to put the garbage out, so I’m going to go do that. I made brownies. Go eat them in the kitchen,” she excuses, running outside and sneaking to the passenger side of Rafe’s truck. 

She pops up from her crouched position, knocking on the glass to ask him to roll it down. “You haven’t been answering my calls, Baby,”  he pouts. He moves himself over the centre console so he is sitting in the passenger seat. He gives her a kiss on the lips. She shakes her head, “Because I’m currently hanging out with your sister and all of our friends.” “You spend all your time with them. What about me?” he whines, placing his head on her neck.

“I’m supposed to hang out with you at seven, Rafey. You are about three hours early.”

“Well, like I said, you weren’t answering my call. I thought you were hurt so I HAD to be early, so let me just turn my engine off and we can go inside to cuddle.”

“You know you can’t. Everyone is still inside. Why don’t you go get some snacks for tonight and come back?” 

The childish frown he gives her makes her sigh. She knows he is going to throw a tantrum if he isn’t in her warm embrace any time soon. “Okay, you can come in, but through my window. Let me go inside and distract everyone then I’ll open the window for you,” she proposes. His mouth turns into a massive grin, “My second favourite way to get into your house. You promise to cuddle once we are inside?” “Yes, you just have to wait until I chase the others out.” Y/N makes her way back inside to the kitchen. The empty tray of brownies disappoints her when she remembers that she could convince Rafe to make some with her. Maybe they could bake it into an edible. “Oh, no. All the brownies are gone, guess you have to go now. Remember, let Pope drive and don’t talk to your parents,” she chases her friends out of the kitchen and house. 

Once the door is locked up, she heads to her bedroom window. However, she is surprised to find Rafe already in her room on her bed. “How did you get in?” she pounders, kicking her shoes off to lie down beside him. His arms quickly engulf her in a hug, “When it comes to being with you, a locked window isn’t going to get in my way. I couldn’t wait to be with you.”

“God, you are so clingy. You couldn't even wait five minutes to be with me.”

“I am. And proud of it. You are the only person I ever want to be with.”

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my shirt - jj maybank

A/N: i wrote this last year and i didn’t proofread it so.. be warned. also check out my most recent jj fic here

SUMMARY: you wear your friend jj’s shirt, then maybe he’s not just your friend anymore

WORD COUNT: 0.7k

WARNINGS: none

you were sitting on the boat with kie and pope, drinking a beer and laughing about something pope said. pope was much more comedic when he had a couple beers in his system.

john b and jj were taking forever, doing god knows what in john b's house, "I wonder why they're taking so long,” you thought out loud, reaching for another beer.

"they're hooking up. definitely." pope said and you smacked his arm, rolling your eyes.

kie shook her head with a laugh, "don't worry y/n, jj only has eyes for you."

your cheeks flushed red despite your best efforts to stop it, "yeah, right."

you had a thing for jj, and it was obvious to everyone except him. the whole group has been trying to push you and jj together for months now, ever since they noticed the looks you gave each other while the other wasn't paying attention.

pope gave you a look, but you ignored it. john b and jj finally joined you guys on the boat, immediately grabbing a drink, and jj lit up a cigarette.

john b started the boat, and you all fell into normal conversation, laughing at nearly everything anyone said. you were all buzzed, per usual.

you put your sunglasses on and rested your head back, ducking out of the conversation for awhile.

"are you wearing my shirt?" you heard jj's voice all of the sudden. your eyes widened as you looked down at the loose blue t-shirt you were wearing.

"oh I- uh," you cleared your throat, "you must have left it on the boat. i got kinda cold while we were waiting for you guys. I can give it back-"

"no no it's okay," he avoided eye contact, "you look good,” he said softly, in a way that made you think he didn’t even mean to utter the words aloud.

you looked at him, taken aback by his words, and he locked eyes with you. you both wanted to say something, but just couldn't find the right thing to say.

"uh guys?" john b's voice caused you both to look away from each other and to him. he looked back and forth between you two for a moment,” uh, we're gonna swim now. you can go back to.. whatever that was."

"way to ruin the moment dipshit," pope smacked john b on the side of the head.

you stood up, pulling jj's shirt over your head, deciding to avoid the further awkwardness with jj. you jumped off the boat into the water and swam over to kie, leaving jj on the boat, finding himself wanting you to come back.

you hung out in the water, and then on the boat for awhile before deciding to call it a day. when you reached the dock, you grabbed your bag and tapped on jj's shoulder. the rest of them got off the boat quickly, saying fast goodbyes to each other, leaving you and jj alone.

you held up jj's shirt, "here.” he looked at the shirt, and then at you.

"no uh- you keep it." he offered you a soft smile, and you sensed his nervousness.

"are you sure?" he nodded, and you smiled, just now realizing how close you were to him. you could practically feel his breath on your face.

in that moment you wanted to kiss him more than you ever have wanted to do anything. like ever.

with a sudden burst of confidence, jj took a small step forward, making the gap between you two so small your noses were almost touching.

"so are you gonna kiss me or what?" you whispered, and he crashed his lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

you both stumbled back, nearly falling off the boat, causing you both to laugh. "you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." he said, the smile not leaving his face.

"oh, I think I do," you both laughed, and you pressed your lips back to his.

"I'm really glad I left my shirt on the boat."

"me too."

it was inevitable that the shirt wouldn't be the only piece of clothing left on the boat.

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The reader gets rlly flustered easily and she's so shy, her boyfriend JJ thinks it's hilarious and is always teasing her especially in front of ppl. Most of the time she hits his arm and yells at him but he js never learns his lesson 😭 then like one day he stops doing it and the reader is all like '???' And he says he stopped bc she didn't like it but she secretly loves it so she's a little pouty until he starts it back up 😭

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this was honestly such a cutie ask and i hope i did it justice with this lil drabble!!! tease jj is my favorite. i've been in such a writing slump lately and this was a nice little prompt!!

one thing about jj maybank- he loves to embarrass his friends. it is quite literally his favorite pastime, and his favorite to annoy is you. when you first started dating, he reigned it in, but lately it’s an unstoppable force. his compliments are constant, his teasing persistent. jj is hooking his fingers in the waistband of your sweats, just a way to stay tethered you in all honesty, but he loves to feel your skin heat and the way you swat him away. 

when the boys and kie surf, you and sarah sunbathe. he is shouting from his board, essentially catcalling you with whoops and whistles. he can’t hear you, but he almost falls off his board watching you groan and cover your face. 

jj is also a downright devil when tipsy- which happens at each and every social event. He’s pulling you down on his lap, holding you still when you try to wriggle out of his arms. for someone who blushes when they get called pretty, you’re damn near having a heart attack when he whispers the lewdest things in your ear. His first response when you roll your eyes at him (desperately trying to maintain your cool) is to tell you how much he likes it when your eyes roll back when he’s fucking you.

“jj!!” you jump up, and scold him. the only thought in his head is that you are very pretty when you’re yelling at him.

he loves this little back and forth, and keeps at it, until a new year’s party where he introduces you to someone as his exquisite girlfriend- you’re trying to figure out when he has ever used that word when he plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth and you go chili-pepper hot. that’s innocent enough, so you just fiddle with your pendant necklace and laugh and let him hang onto you. later, kie is doing a diy photobooth where she has out a polaroid camera and groups of people are lining up for a photo op. jj immediately drags you over there, and you both are just giggling quietly as you watch friend groups be silly and couples kiss for the camera. 

when it’s finally your turn, jj immediately asks the important questions. “sweet or silly!”

“silly, obviously!” his hand instinctively goes to the small of your back, and you lean into his hold so it looks like you’re about to fall. you make a scared face and wrap your fist in jj’s shirt because, truth be told, you’re a little afraid he will actually drop you. he doesn’t though, and when kie counts down and the flash goes off, jj tilts his head down and licks a stripe up your exposed neck. 

you hear a few lewd whistles and catcalls, and you jump straight up and hit him on the arm. “j! what the hell!”

he is grinning like a devil, cheeks a little pink but undeterred anyways. “yeah, baby?”

kie is laughing too as the camera whirs, and she shakes it under a light and lets out another giggle as it develops. jj snatches it out of her hands, and holds it just out of your reach as you swat at his arms, pinch his sides, anything to get that somewhat incriminating photo. in your opinion, it should sit in a drawer. instead, jj is showing everyone around him, saying stuff like “aren’t we so hot?” and, “look at her face!!”

you’re so embarrassed that you could just die, but you take the route of huffing and skulking into the bathroom. you would love to lie and say you didn’t hide there for about two hours, but you’re honest. you hid for two hours.

when you and jj catch a ride home with pope, he’s oddly quiet. his hand stays at your knee, and he’s not touching you anywhere else. not making jokes to pope, and not pressing his lips up against your neck as he loves to do anytime you’re both in the backseat. you don’t really think anything of it, and let your head drop against his shoulder. when you get home, jj shoves the polaroid into a drawer and it isn’t spoken of again.

a few days pass, and you’re convinced something is deeply wrong with your boyfriend. he’s normal enough at home- stage-5 clinger, loud, and horny at all times. but in public, it’s like someone has replaced him with a robot. the most contact you have is his hand on your waist or his arm around your shoulders. there’s no compliments in front of your friends, no butt pinches, no silly whistles. he doesn’t even plead you to shotgun with him when you’re all smoking! you never take him up on the offer, but it’s the thought that counts. the change affects you more than you like to admit, being a little grumpier than average. when you’re in the chateau living room with everyone and jj tries to kiss your cheek, you’re huffing and pushing him away. every comment he makes to you that isn’t the highest praise has you annoyed and ignoring him.

later, when you two are alone with his face pressed to your chest and your fingers lazily twirling through his hair, he makes a joke about being surprised you’re tolerating him.

“don’t be rude,” you snap back, “i’m not the one being super weird lately.” you ask him what’s been going on. he’s dismissive, as he usually is when little problems arise. 

“nothin’, honey.”

“don’t lie to me, maybank.” you tug his head up so he’s looking at you, and his lips pressed into an annoyed line, put off by the fact that his face is no longer up against your boobs.

“explain,” he says, not in a rude way, just genuine and questioning.

you shrug. “you’ve just been weird around our friends lately. not as… like touchy,” you gesture and pat his shoulder.

“ohhh, that!”

so he knows what you’re talking about?

“i just noticed you got kinda like, uncomfortable when i did that kind of stuff. like my jokes, or whatever. i guessed i needed to stop embarrassing you,” he grins sheepishly.

“i’m just shy!” you say defensively with a little whine. “i can’t help it.”

he nods, hand rubbing up your torso to console you. “ it’s okay to be shy, baby. it’s not okay for me to be mean.” jj mimics your pouty lip.

you sigh and smile, running your fingers down his neck. “i like it when you’re mean.”

he immediately pushes himself up so he’s over you, and grin. “really?”

“i’m serious!” you counter, but you don’t stop the way his knee starts to slide between your legs. “i like your jokes, and i like you making fun of me.”

jj pauses. “you’re serious?”

“yeah! i’m sorry, i thought i hated when you’d do that kind of stuff, but you’ve been so boring without it.”

“me, boring? i’m not boring.” to prove his point, you guess, he starts peppering kisses all over your neck. 

“you were boring!” you laugh. “Like, it wasn’t you. i like when you’re a tease.”

“i miss being a tease,” he groans. “i miss you getting all flustered and i really miss coming and finding you when you hide in bathrooms.”

that part does confuse you. “huh?”

“cause,” he kisses you in between the phrases, “you’d be so angry and pretty, and then we’d get to makeout in the bathroom. that’s my favorite part.”

“that’s my favorite part too,” you laugh.

later, when you’ve melted into each other and you’re sitting in the pretty quiet, you both come up with a new year’s resolution: always do the embarrassing things, and worry about the embarrassment later. 

your fun little polaroid no longer sits in a drawer alone, but in fact on your bulletin board, with a bunch of other pictures just as flirty, just as teasing, and just as sweet.

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[vampiretendencies]

request; as a cuddler person myself i wonder how JJ would be with an s/o that just loves to initiate physical contact like he does, randomly peppering his face with kisses, sudden hugs and giving him back massages and playing with his hair, just i see him and i want to burrow myself in his embrace, so your fics are literally a bible for me, thank you for sharing them with us 🫶

a/n; of course! i love that y'all love how i've been portraying jj's character as one of physical touch, i really imagine this is how he'd be and i like that you can relate. you are so real for this anon. first blurb !!!! also a repost, because it wasn’t staying in the tags ! requests are open

warnings; fluff!!

pairing; jj x fem reader

summary; all the instances that you were as equally addicted to jj as he is to you. and what's the harm in that?

"Keep scratching, and m'gonna be snoring against this window."

"Not like you haven't before."

The Twinkie deemed to have the most shade. You and JJ sneaking off nearly an hour ago, and the Pogues still haven't caught on— a miracle really.

Sprawled out on the back floor of the vehicle. JJ's focus was rolling a joint, but he ultimately could not.

He couldn't pinpoint wether it was the sulkiness of your saccharine voice, or the dancing of your fingertips to his tanned back. You glided your nails gently against the flesh beneath his button up shirt, rhythmically and methodically.

Up and down.

Up and down.

JJ waited for every last scratch like a small child.

Shell of your ear too his back as well, whilst you made your self comfortable enough to lie there for every last scratch.

It made JJ weak that you too commence physical touch. Not that he had any issue at all doing it himself— he discerned it as feeling desire.

That you desired him.

That by any means necessary you must be touching JJ's body in some form or some way, and that he must be touching yours.

Of deriving seen and safe with the one you are infatuated with most.

So no, you and JJ are not handsy every moment either of you get because you want to (both of you really do though) it's the closeness, the sensation of sincerity, being eachother's person.

Physical touch will always be a love language of insurmountable heights to constantly chase your fulfillment of craving another.

"Little higher, baby"

Voice clouded with exhaustion, he'd given up on rolling a joint— a slumber about to overcome him.

And you were too. A beaming expression on your features, whilst your scratching slowed and JJ's face did in fact meet with the glass of the window.

"Y'all know we're in public, right?"

Kie sighed, almost embarrassed if the both of you weren't her friends and if this wasn't her family's restaurant.

Initially, the contact started because you were cold.

Seconds pass, and you're then swiveling around in JJ's lap to face him. The booth of the wreck not exactly being the most convenient place to be sat chest to chest with your boyfriend, but it works.

John B, Kie and Pope took the other side of the booth, you and JJ both arguing with them that you didn't want to be separated from each other, forcing them to sacrifice their own personal space for the couples adoration.

"How are you not use to it by now?"

Pope crunches on a greasy fry, elbowing John B whom has a mouth full of sloppy cheeseburger. All Kie could muster was a milkshake because she complained that you and JJ were making her 'lose her appetite’.

You and JJ have a sly smirk shared, legs hanging aimlessly by the sides of his. Call it lovesick, that you'd both been admiring eachother's features, sat face to face— as close as could possibly be. You thumb over the little pattern of freckles that adorn right above his jaw line. As he gently hums in the palm of your hand. JJ's hands sat low on your thighs.

"Tell the entire wreck to get use to it because it's not going anywhere."

JJ sends Kie a toothy grin, whilst your head finds its way to JJ's broad shoulder. The muscular vessel, becoming the most pleasant pillow. You giggle into Ju's neck— such a somber, breathy laugh that has him nearly bursting at the seams.

He wanted to hear that on repeat— like physically record it, take an Airpod, and drill it into his memory.

You grasp him, in a hugging manner, the warmth radiating off of his skin like that of blanket. Digits worming their way up to the tufts at the bottom of JJ's hair, the nape so forgotten, and peaceful. Showing it some attention, has goosebumps arising throughout the entirety of JJ. You feathered the thick honey-like lock around your finger, wondering how hair could suit a person so.

"Ain't that right, baby?"

"Mhm."

JJ was on the brink of losing his job at the country club again, as he's about to be late for the third time this week.

Two out of those three times were early shifts, meaning he literally could not get out of bed with you in it. Having a significant other and working, was a handful for JJ- mainly because he needed that physical touch that simply no one else could give him.

All hours of the day, 24/7, without fail, but if JJ wanted money for certain things then he was forced to. He couldn't be a kelptomaniac forever, no, not with you in the picture.

At least, todays shift was an afternoon one.

Goes without being said, that this morning he truly took advantage of the remaining time he had with you.

But now, he may or may not end up late again due to him not being able to find his truck keys.

He rummaged though all of his belongings at the chateau, upon you waiting for him to just peek around the corner and all would be solved.

"Baby, have you seen my-"

There you stood clad in one of his sleeveless tees only, arms crossed, whilst the truck keys hang off of your index finger— awaiting him to grab them and that he did.

"Really I mean it, what would I ever do without you, pretty girl?"

He resonates, foot steps pacing whilst he motioned grabby hands at you— stumbling for your embrace.

A veiny arm practically magnitates itself to your back, traveling lower and lower until it grasps the bottom of your ass. Wallowing in his last few touches for the next several hours.

"Live a horrible, horrible life...”

The imaginative like tune of your voice has JJ melting into your skin, peering down like you would be whisked away in a matter of minutes.

"Damn right, baby."

Your socked-in tippy toes in full affect, whilst you gently hold either sides of JJ's face and he closes his eye's lovingly. Knowing full well what you were up to.

A fit of small, pepper-like kisses are daintily littered across JJ's face. Fingers rubbing forward in repeated— taunting motions. The residue of your glossed over, plump lips, is shining thoroughly about his face. But he always reminds you to leave it, so he has that reminder of you throughout the day. Forehead aligning with his, flush bodies.

JJ is salivating.

"Anymore of that, and I won't have a job."

"You're going to work JJ."

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Reader shows up to inform John B about Ward Cameron and Reader's Father having a deal for moving the gold. Rafe doesn't trust her, so he stays close to her, making sure she doesn't get any info that she can take back to John B, but something throws him off. 

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, enemies to lovers, angry arguing, fighting (physical and verbal), heavy flirting, sexual innuendos, rough hate sex, hair pulling, choking, rough actions, praise kink? Breeding kink? biting, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), cream pie, just filth 

Word count: 9.2K | unedited 

Ever since I see the tiktok of Rafe screaming, "I'm talking now!" It has been ON MY MIND so enjoy my very first Rafe Cameron One shot.

Also, I was high when I wrote this so if it doesn't make sense I'm sorry 

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A feeling of anxiety washes over your body as you continued to eavesdrop on your father's phone call. 

You listen to him sigh, "Yes, Mr. Cameron, I can assure you that it is the same gold that John Booker Routledge is looking for." 

You feel your heart sink. 

You pull your phone out, immediately texting Kiara, Hey. I need to talk to you. Asap. 

You immediately get a text back, Come over. 

You rest your head against the wall again and sigh quietly, still listening. Your dad lets out a sigh, "Yes. I can also assure you that that will not happen." He pauses, "Yes I will tell her myself." 

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's talking about, "You are welcome Mr. Cameron, yep. Tomorrow at 1, got it." 

You stand up, making your way back to your room and quietly shutting the door. You give it a few minutes, and you finally hear him close his office door, 

You open your door, pretending not to have overheard his last phone call, "Hey dad." You smile up at him and he gives you a smile, "Hey, sweetheart." 

You furrow your brows, "Dad? Is everything okay?" 

He lets out a sigh, "Oh yeah. Everything is good here." He gives you two thumbs up and motions behind him, "I have to go get a crew pulled together." 

"For what?" You tilt your head and he smiles, "We got a job. A big, overseas job." 

You widen your eyes, "oh my gosh. That's great!"  He nods, "It's not, going to be an easy.. job. I know that, and as much as I hate to say, we could use the money.."

You nod, "No, I get it. Just, be safe okay?" 

He nods, "What are you doing tomorrow between 12 and 3?" 

You think quickly, coming up with an on the spot lie, "I might just spend the night at Kie's or something." You start to walk away and he nods, "Alright, I'll see you sometime tomorrow." 

You nod, watching as he walks away. You pull your phone out and text Kiara, On my way. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

She just stares at you, "Did you tell John B?" 

You shake your head, "I want to." You take a deep breath, "I know in my heart my dad doesn't want to do this but.." you stop talking and look down. 

"But what? Y/n?" She reaches out, "What's going on?" 

You look up, exhaling your breath and your voice is low, "We could use the money." 

You can see her face shift and she frowns, "I'm sorry, y/n." You shake your head, "and I know he's thinking of the money he needs and I'm just.. torn." 

"Hey, hey. It's okay." She moves over behind you, hugging your neck, "It's okay. You do what you feel right."

"He deserves to know. My dad knew his dad and that just.. not telling him doesn't feel right." You take a deep breath, "Let's go to John B's."

"Are you sure?" She asks and you let out a sigh, "John B deserves his chance. This is it." You point to yourself, "I am his chance." 

She smiles slightly and you motion, laughing slightly, "Go ahead." 

"Once a pogue always a pogue." She pokes you and you roll your eyes, "Yeah, yeah." As you stand up you grab her shoulder, "No one else can know about this." 

She nods, "Top secret hush hush. Got it." 

Once you arrive at John B's, you get out and stand there for a moment. 

"What the hell is this?" John B says walking out of the door, "Well I'll be damned. If it isn't the kook princess herself." 

"John B, let her alone." Kie says walking around to you, "You're going to hear what she has to say." 

John B's face drops when he reads the seriousness of the situation, "Oh shit, okay." He walks you inside and you all sit on the couch, "Hit me. What's up?" 

"I know where the gold is." You stare at him, watching as he leans forward. His face completely in shock with what you just said, "What?" 

You nod, "I know where the gold you've been looking for is." He looks at Kie and she nods, "Just wait." 

She motions for you to keep going and you look back at John B, "I overheard my dad on the phone, he doesn't know I'm here, but anyway.." you take a deep breath, "My dad is helping ship it overseas.." 

John B stares at you, "Who." 

You swallow, hesitating to say it, "The Cameron's." 

John B stands up and a second later you and Kie are standing in front of him, "No. no. John B." Kie yells, "Listen."

He steps back, sitting down, "What." 

"You can't just go break into their house, you've already almost got caught last time trying." Kie jabs, "We have to come up with a plan." 

"Get JJ and Pope here. Now." John B stands up, nervously chewing on his finger nails as you text JJ, Come to John B's NOW! 

As you hit send, you get a text from your mom, Are you at Kiara's? You need to come home. 

"Guys." You look up, "I gotta go." You stand up and John B grabs your arm, "No, wait. We need to come up with a plan." 

"I filled Kie in on that plan, she will fill you in." You wave as you walk away, "I'll text you, and if anyone asks, Kie, we were at your house." 

"Okay!" She tells and you run out of the door and to your car. 

Being seen with John B's crew or around anything even related to them is a bad image for you right now. 

Who knows what Ward would do if he found out it was you who fucked up his plan. 

Mainly to say, you value your life more than anything right now, so you're about to tip toe through these next few weeks. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"I'm home!" You tell as you walk in through the side screen door, "Mom?" 

"Living room, sweetie." She answers and you can feel your heart race, getting faster the closer you get to them, "Hey." You say as you walk in, "Everything okay?" 

"Sit down, honey." Your dad lifts his head and points to the chair, "We need to talk." You sit down look at him, "What's going on?" 

He takes a deep breath, "That job.." he pauses, "I told ya about this morning.." 

"Yeah? What about it?" You ask, trying not to show him that you already know. 

"I need to tell you about it. It's been eating at me since you left this morning." Your dad leans back, "The job we're doing.. is for the Cameron's." 

"Why?" You snap, "Of all people?" 

This part wasn't acting, you really did hate the Cameron's, well.. two of them. 

Ward and his son, Rafe. 

He tilts his head, "I know. I know, but that's not the worst part." 

"Oh great. There's something worse than the Cameron's." You roll your eyes, looking at you mom and she gives you a look. 

"What we're transporting is.." your father pauses and you fight back the urge to scream the rest. 

"John B.." he continues, "The gold that he went to hell and back for.. that's what.." you can tell he's getting teary-eyed and you sit up, "So Ward Cameron has John B's gold? The gold that he, literally almost died for?" 

Now you were pissed. 

"I don't.." you stand up, one hand on your chin, "Tell me why you would even-" 

"Because we need the money, y/n." Your father yells as he stands up, "That money will get us back on the water now. Not in a few months. Right now." 

"And that's more important than-"

"Don't ask a question you already know the answer to." Your father shakes his head and you scoff, "Ah I see. Okay." 

You go to walk back out the door and your mom asks, "Where are you going?" 

You stop, letting a sigh, "Kie's. I'm sleeping over there." 

Instantly your father answers, "No you're not." 

"What do you mean? I can't even go to my friends house now?" You scoff and your dad nods, "Sure, but only if they aren't close enough to tell John B." 

You laugh, "This is ridiculous." 

"Actually, y/n. It's really not. It may be like a life or death decision for you. But it's not. You want to know what real life or death decision looks like?" Your father points to himself, "Mine. This is Ward. Cameron we're talking about here." 

"What your father is trying to say honey.." your mother steps between you and him, "..is that we both agree that it would be safer for all of our lives if you stay away from Kiara and anyone else who would tell John B.. okay? But it's only for a few weeks." 

You stare at the floor, "Fine." 

"Please. Be serious about this." Your mom sighs and you look up, "I'm serious. I'm so pissed off right now, but I'm good."

Your mom holds her stare and holds out her hand, "Mhm." She clears her throat and you look up, laughing, "Are you fucking kidding?" 

She tilts her head, "Language, and yes." 

You slap your phone into her hand and roll your eyes, "This is bullshit." You walk over to the door and step out. 

You turn, eyes filling with angry tears as you walk around the house. You make your way over to and then down the steps and step onto the sand.

You walk out a few feet and sit down, legs bent with your chin resting on top. 

You wrap your arms around your legs and sigh. 

You close your eyes as a very familiar, and much hated voice, sounds from behind you, "You look a lot like my new business partner's hot daughter." 

You roll your eyes, lifting your head, "Go away, Rafe." 

"Aw c'mon. I just got here." He sits down right next to you and you look over at him, "Did you watch me come down here you fucking weirdo?" 

He laughs, shaking his head, "No, I just happening to be looking out my bedroom window the same time you walked down here." 

You shake your head, "You're insufferable." 

He laughs, "Well get uses to it, baby. I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of you in these next week."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You lay your hands on your forehead, "I just wish people could trust me for once." 

"Once a pogue, always a pogue." Rafe mumbles and you look at him, "You make that sound like it's a bad thing?" 

"I'm pretty sure it is." He nods, resting back on his hands, "Come on, darlin'. Tell me one good thing about that dumbass group of friends?" 

You roll your eyes, "I'm not doing this." 

"I don't think you have a choice." Rafe looks up at you, "Oh yeah mean talking to me, yeah I get it." He laughs to himself and you walk away, "See you tomorrow."

You continue to ignore him as you walk up the steps to your deck. You sit down, taking in everything that just happened. 

You hear the sliding door open and you look up. Your mom walks out and comes over to you, "You know..." your mom starts out, breaking the silence, "Your father wouldn't be doing this if he didn't have any other choice." 

You nod, "I just.. Kie is my only friend I like to see." 

"Why doesn't she come here?" Your mom sighs, "Just as long as we're home." 

You nod, "That works.. tomorrow?"

"The Cameron's are coming over to discuss the plan for this move, so probably not tomorrow, honey." Your mom tilts her head, "I'm sorry."

You shrug, "It's fine. I guess I'll just go hang out in my room." You stand up and make your way to your room, to which you were in for a long, boring night. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

THE NEXT DAY 

"Honey. Can you wear a nice dress today?" Your mom calls from outside your door. You groan, "Why a dress?"

"We need to look nice because they always look nice." Your mom tells back and you groan, "Fine." You get up and rummage through your closet until you come across a white dress that gives you an idea. 

Rafe thinks you're hot, so why not fuck with him. 

You truly belive nothing will happen, it's Rafe for Christ sake. 

You hate him. 

You pull it out and slip it on. The way the top ties, exposing your cleavage in the best way. The split midriff and the way the skirt part of it hugs your hips and drapes down over your thighs, is the absolute cherry on top. 

You put on your black strappy wedges and head downstairs. 

"That's cute. I like that." Your mom point to your dress and you smile, "Thanks." 

You couldn't lie. You thought Rafe was hot, too. But, he was still a fucking asshole. 

"They're here!" Your father says walking over to the door. He opens it and your mom gathers you and your older brother, Maverick, beside her. 

"Hello, Mr. Cameron!" Your dad says as he opens the door. 

"Please. Call me Ward, this is Rose, and my son, Rafe." Ward motions to them as he walks in, "Beautiful home." 

Liar. 

"Thank you." Your mother smiles, you know my kids, Y/n and Maverick." 

"Hey Mav." Rafe says with a nod, and Maverick nods back, "Hey." You smile at all of them, fighting back a smirk when you see that Rafe's eyes are not on yours. 

You shift your weight onto your left leg, then you cross your right leg over. Basically flaunting yourself at Rafe subtlety. 

He knew it. 

"Please, come in and sit. Make yourselves at home." Your dad says leading them to the living room. Rafe turns his head, eyes moving up and down your body as he walks by you. 

You bite your lip and follow behind him. You sit diagonally from him, but it's very telling to your father for if he's looking at you. 

He smirks, hiding it with his fingers as he looks at your father's talking. 

"So, I just want to go over the most important thing here, first if that's okay." 

"Please." You mom says with a nod. 

"Y/n. Sweetheart." Ward starts and you notice Rafe's face twitch, "Yes, Ward." You look at him and he sighs, "My boy here says you're friends with Kiara Carrera." 

You nod, "Yep. But don't worry, my parents did a great job at cutting ties for me." 

"Mm." Ward chuckles, "Anyway, now that we got that out of the way.." 

The next two hours are spent being, basically ridiculed for keeping a friend you grew up with. Yeah, it made sense in the long run, but at the same time, it just didn't. 

You'd just zone in and out, thinking about the possible outcome of this. 

How to get information, then how to get said to information for John B? 

You slowly readjusted your legs, giving Rafe, who is now the only person sitting on that side of the room, a decently good view. 

His eyes raise from your thighs, slowly making their way to your eyes. He tilts his head, licking his lips as he nods. 

You fail to fight back a smirk and you look down. 

"Well, I think we took up enough of their time today." Ward says, standing up with a groan, "I'm sure we'll talk tomorrow." He laughs and your dad laughs too, basically hyping him up. 

You stand up as everyone else does and you happen to be right in front of Rafe. 

"If you're doing this on purpose.." Rafe leans in and whispers just loud enough for you to hear, "Just know that you're going to pay for it later." 

His words send chills down your spine and you follow your mother out, panties growing wetter because you know his eyes are on you. 

You keep it together, breathing through the feelings he gave you. 

"Alright." Ward waves, "Thanks for having us." 

Your mom nods, "Anytime. Please." 

"Yep." Ward nods, "See you later." 

Rafe looks at you, giving you a quick wink, "See ya later." 

You chew the inside of your lip, smirking as you watch Rafe turn and leave, "Bye." You wave as he glances back, giving him a little smile. 

You drop your hand as soon as the door closes and you look at your mom, "Was that nice?" 

She nods, "Worked for me." She goes to the fridge and pours herself a glass of wine. You make your way up to your room and sit on the windowsill. 

You open the window, with major hopes of someone coming to talk to you tonight. 

You walk to your bed and lay down, waiting to waste away another night. 

A FEW HOURS LATER 

You feel a light tickle on your cheek, waking you up, "Mm." You groan, slapping your cheek when that tickle feeling reappears. 

You hear quiet laughter and you snap away, moving up onto your knees, "JJ?!" You whisper quietly, "What the fuck are you doing here!?" 

"I figured I'd come by after hours one of these days to confirm that you in fact, do not have your cell phone." He motions to your hand and he looks at you, "You get bitchy when you're woken up." 

"If you don't like it, don't do it." You shrug, "Easy fix. Now what are you doing here?" He holds his hand up, "First off, I never said I didn't like it, and two.." 

He sits down on the bed and looks at you, "I'm here to collect information." 

You shrug, "I don't have any right now. I mean they met today but it was mainly about prices and shit. He's paying a lot to do this." 

JJ nods, "Well. I mean. Yeah. It's Ward Cameron and his psycho minion Ward Jr." 

You nod, "I don't know how I'm gong to get you guys information. My mom says I can have Kie over, but only when we're supervised." 

You roll your eyes, mocking your mom and JJ laughs quietly, "We can just keep doing this. I'll send someone else next time." 

You nod, "That would be great." He pulls you in for a hug, "Take care of yourself, kid." He kisses your head and you nod, "I will. But just to let you know, Rafe is going to be glued to my side. He knows I'm friends with Kie." 

"Yeah, he isn't going to let you alone. He's our biggest threat." JJ sighs, "We'll make it work." 

Right as JJ stands up there's movement in the hall. 

You both freeze, waiting until it's silent for a little bit, "Okay." You whisper, "Go and be careful getting down." 

He nods, giving you a thumbs up, "I got it." You watch as he climbs through the window, locking it when he jumps down. 

Over the next few days, the Cameron's make their appearance in your home again, actually they were there every day. 

Rafe making his more often, and usually when it's just the two of you. 

As must as you wanted to let it bother you, spending time with him really wasn't all that bad. You'd usually just hang out on the beach or by the pool. 

But you'd spend the days talking. You were honestly kind of infatuated with the way he was when it was just him and you alone. 

He almost seemed like such a genuine person. 

Key word, seemed. 

"Alright, kids. Why don't you run along and play now." Ward chuckles, "The adults need to talk." 

You hold back an eye roll at being called a kid, "I'll just take a walk." You mumble and walk away towards the door. 

"Me too." Rafe says, following you out of the door.  You stop, turning to look at him, "You don't have to. Please. Take a day off or something. I insist."

He laughs, "You're funny." He lays an arm around your shoulder, "Come on." You groan as you walk with him, "This is so boring." 

Rafe rolls his eyes, "Please. You've been walking for two seconds." You laugh, "Wanna go to the beach?" He nods his head, "Yeah. I can go for the beach." 

You smile, "I just need to grab my suit." You turn back around, walking towards the house and Rafe follows you. 

Literally. 

Up the stairs and into your room. 

You pull the suit out of your drawer and look over at him, "Do you mind?" He shrugs, "Only if you do." You laugh and roll your eyes, "Turn around." 

He sighs as he turns around, "what a killjoy." 

You quickly change, throwing on a big t shirt, "Okay." He spins around, eyes moving down your bare legs, "Okay." 

You grab what you need and walk out and down the steps, "I need water. I'll be right back." He nods and you walk to the kitchen. 

You bite your lip as you think of a way to hear stuff, but that's quickly spoiled when Rafe walks in. 

He leans against the door frame, "What's takin' so long?" 

You shrug, "Sorry." You screw the lid to your cup back on and walk over to him. You squeeze between his body and the door frames, "Can you move pleaae?"

He laughs, turning go face you, "Can you say excuse me, please?" You roll your eyes and walk away from him. 

"You roll your eyes way, too much." Rafe laughs, "An I know I don't annoy you that bad." 

You laugh, walking out the back, "I beg to differ." You walk down the steps to the beach. You look around, "So.. I'm going over there. I don't know about you." 

"Hey, that's where I'm going." Rafe gives you a smirk, "Crazy world, huh?" He walks with you over to the spot and sets his bag downs. 

You can feel his eyes on you so you lean down to set your bag on the sand, "can I help you?" 

"In what way are you offering?" Rafe fires back and you scoff, "Not any that you'd like." He pouts, "Oh boo hoo." 

You can't help but laugh, "you are.. irritating." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"You know.. I almost want to tell you that I had a good day.. but I don't think I will." You laugh as you walk up to your door.

"Listen I can be an asshole if I wanna be." He smirks, "I mean, I kinda wanna say that I did, too.. but I don't want you to actually start to like me." 

"I'm going inside now." You point to the door and laugh as you push it open. You turn around, smiling at Rafe, "Thanks for hanging out with me today." 

"Anytime." He smirks and walks away. 

Over the last week, you been trying to collect as much information as you could. Scouring your dad's office, trying to listen in through the walls. 

You found out the day that they're moving it, so that's big news. 

You just haven't found the where part out yet. 

Rafe on the other hand, was a totally different feeling, and you were feeling many of those towards him.

The amount of times he sees you has decreased. You're upset because it's always right when you start to actually like someone.

It's almost like he grew cold to you. 

When they come over for meetings with your father, Rafe barely looks at you anymore. He barely says two words to you. 

It's like you're invisible to him. 

A soft knock on your window snaps you from your thoughts and you look up, smiling as soon as you see Kie. 

"I got the date they're moving it, but other than that. Nothing else yet."  You say as you help her step in. 

She stands up, "We at least have a date. Now we just have to wait for more to come." She sits down on your bed, "You okay?" 

You shrug, "It's nothing." 

"It's something if it bothers you this much. What's up?" She looks at you and you sigh, "Rafe and I were-" 

"Oh no. Please don't say it." Kie closes her eyes and plugs her ears and you laugh, batting her hands away, "No, no. Oh my god. Kie no." 

She sighs, "Oh thank god." 

"We were becoming, almost friends? And then he just.. turned, so I don't know if it was something I did, or what." 

Kie lays her hand on your arm, "You did nothing. I promise you. Rafe is just an asshole who doesn't see how much a girl is worth." She leans in, "He didn't put his hands on you, did he?" 

You shake your head, "No. He never even raises his voice at me." 

"I mean.. it's Rafe. He'll figure it out." She sighs, "I'm gonna go before we risk any more time." You nod, "Oh fuck. Yeah. Tell the guys I miss them. Oh and here!" 

You write down the date on a piece of paper and hand it to her, "I will." She waves and climbs down. You turn around making your way down and out to the pool deck, sitting in one of the loungers. 

You try to convince yourself, over and over again, that it's just a crush because he's the only one you have to talk to right now, and that it will eventually just go away. 

But you can't seem to let it go, no matter how hard you try, Rafe is always on your mind. 

You ended up falling asleep on the deck chair, so you wake up outside. You sit up, looking around and you jump slightly when you see Rafe sitting in the chair on the other side, "Hey, Rafe." 

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." He gets up and walks over to you, "Are you going to the Barlow Party tonight?" 

You stand up, "I don't think my parents are giving me a choice, why?" 

He shrugs, "I was just wondering." He points, "I gotta go." You shake your head, more stubborn than ever, "No." you turn, "You can't just not talk to me or see me all of a sudden and then just pop up whenever? What's going on?" 

"Y/n. Just-" he stops and you cut him off, "Rafe. Talk to me."

He stares at the ground for a second before turning to grab your shoulders as he rests his forehead against yours, "I'll see you tonight, okay?" 

He pushes himself away from you and walks around the house. You stand there, just shocked at this whole situation. 

You manage to pull yourself together and go inside. 

"You hungry?" Your mom asks and you shake your head, "No. I'm okay." You sat down with a sigh, "Do I have to go to this party tonight?" 

Your mom nods, "If I do, you do." 

You groan, "I hate this." She sighs, "I know. I want you to be able to see your friend, but at the same time, you know we can't risk it." 

You nod, "yeah. I know." You stand up, "You don't need to remind me." You walk up to your room and start looking at what to wear for tonight's party. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You settled on the beige sundress with a maroon flower print. The off the shoulder cuffs and the flowy slit up your leg add the perfect touch of sexiness. 

You put on your shoes and finish doing your makeup and by the time you apply your lipstick, your mother is calling for you, "y/n. We're leaving." 

"Coming!" You yell back, letting out a nervous sigh. You were going to see the group tonight, but you might not be able to talk to them, which is frustrating. 

"Y/n!" Your mom tells and your sigh hard, "Coming!" 

You gather your things and hurry down the steps, "Are you sure it's a good idea for me to go?" You ask, with hopes they agree and let you stay home. 

"You're going, now. Shoo. Out the door please." Your mom waves you with her hands and you groan, "Fine." 

You make your way to the car and you head over to the Ballow's. They're super rich, so their house is absolutely incredible.

It was a silent car ride. No one said anything and they didn't because they didn't want to upset you. 

Once your dad parks, you get out and wait for everyone. Your heart was racing, you really didn't want to be here. 

You really didn't want to see Rafe. 

"Alright. Come along now. Let's go." Your mom takes your hand and you walk in with her. You confirm you're on the guest list and now you were free to mingle. 

You took a glass of champagne off the passing tray and downed it, quickly replacing that one with a full one. 

You made your way through the crowed and you could tell that his eyes were on you. He was in the only spot you didn't look. 

You look up, eyes meeting his. You bring the glass of champagne up to your lips, making sure he watches you take a sip. 

He tilts his head, head nodding as he holds his lip between his teeth. 

You roll your eyes and turn, walking out to the backyard. 

So far, no sign of any pogue. But you did get another sight of Rafe and you could tell right then and there that he was undressing you with his eyes. 

You didnt want to give him any satisfaction. He still had you mad, so you just walked away. 

You walk up the stairs and lead against the wooden fence, looking into the fountain.

You feel someone walk up behind you and then move to beside you. Your heart skips a beat at his voice, "Can you tell me why Rafe hasn't taken his eyes off of me since he seen me walk up to you?" 

You glance down at Rafe, his stare transfers from JJ to you. 

He smirks, raising his cup slightly before he turns around. You shake your head, looking over at JJ, "Just Rafe being Rafe." 

"Listen, I'm not going to sugar coat it, y/n. If you're planning on fucking over John B all because you let the enemy get into your pants.. at least tell me. Right here. Straight up, I'm all ears." 

JJ's words make you straighten your poster, "Excuse me? Where the fuck did that come from, J?" You shake your head, "Rafe and I are not- no." 

He look down, "I just.." he turns to you, placing a hand on your elbow, "It's Rafe. Like you said. I don't want you to be just another name on his-" JJ's voice grows louder,"-list of sluts." 

And all of a sudden he's shoved back, Rafe moving to shove him again. You drop your glass, "Oh my go- JJ! Rafe! Stop!" 

You go to pull Rafe back, but JJ swings, clocking him right in the mouth, "Take that, fucking bitch." 

Rafe huffs and quickly strikes JJ, causing him to stumble back. 

"Okay!" You scream, "Enough. Enough." You push between them, hands flat on Rafe's chest, "Rafe. Please." 

He stares at you, laughing slightly aa he rolls his eyes, "Fuck. Fine." He motions to JJ, "get him out of here." 

A few men drag JJ out, kicking and screaming like usual. Rafe walks out and disappears. You lay your hands on your forehead, "what the fuck." 

You take a deep breath and walk outside, your main goal is finally Rafe. You see him sitting across the street. 

You walk up to Rafe, eyes holding onto bis busted up face, "What the hell was that?" Your eyes move to the lit cigarette he puts between his lips. 

"What the fuck?" You reach up and he allows you to pull the cigarette from between them. You toss it on the ground and step on it, "What's going on with you?" 

Rafe scoffs, "Fuck this. I'm going home." He starts to walk away and you follow him over to his car, "Rafe." 

"Rafe!" You walk faster to catch up to him, "What the fuck?" You yell and he turns to you and nods, "Get in." 

You look at him, "Why?" 

"because I'm not going to yell at you in front of everybody.. now get the fuck in." He points to the car and you sigh quietly before getting into the passenger seat. 

He gets in, staring the car, "Why were you talking to JJ?" 

"Is that what this is about?" You pout, "Honey, that's called jealously." Rafe glares at you and you tilt your head, "He came up to me and asked me why you were watching him as he walked up to me and then he asked if there was things going on between us." 

"What did you tell him?" Rafe asks and you laugh in response, "What do I tell him? Honestly. We become close and then all of a sudden you're gone?" 

"You don't understand." Rafe mumbles. You lean back in the seat, "So talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Don't just leave me hanging." 

He shakes his head, "but that still doesn't answer my question, y/n. What did you say to him?" 

You take a second to compose yourself, "all I said back to him was that I'm not and he said good and that he doesn't want to see my name end up on your list of sluts." 

Rafe pulls into the driveway of his house and sits there quietly, "Do you believe him?" 

You shrug, "I'd like to not." You sit there, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't. Not for a few moments, "I'm gonna just gonna go inside. You can do whatever it is you wanna do." 

He goes to get out and you do the same, looking at him over the car, "What the fuck do you mean"

He doesn't say one whole word the whole way in. 

It was pissing you off and he knew it. 

You follow Rafe into the office, shutting the door behind you, "What in the actual fuck is going on with you?" 

"Just get out." He mumbles as he walks around to sit on the end of the desk, facing away from you. 

You stare at him for a few seconds, shaking your head gently, "No." 

His head turns towards you slightly, but he doesn't look at you. 

"Hello? Are you going for talk to me?" You hold your hands out to your sides and then drop them with a smack on your thighs, and it's secretly driving Rafe insane. 

He wanted you. But his father said he shouldn't be around you. They said you could be a secret weakness and boy, were they right. 

"Y/n. Just." He sighs, looking down to shake his head, "Go. Please. Get the fuck out." He stands up, turning to face you and you can immediately tell that his vibe is off. 

"I shouldn't have to explain myself to you." He starts, "Fuck." he takes a second to try and cool down, but his mind only can stay on wanting to have his cock buried deep inside of you as you moan out his name. 

"No, actually you really should explain yourself to me." You say slightly louder, "What? I promise to not disrupt this secret little plan you have in the works and that gives you the right to just treat me like shit when you got bored of me." 

He groan, "No you don't.." He runs his hands over his face, "I didn't get fu-"

You cut him off, "I literally have not talked to my best friend in two or three weeks? All because of you." You step towards him, "I've given up a lot for you. And you don't even see it." 

His eyes bounce from your lips up to your eyes, "Did you tell John B?" 

Your heart starts to beat faster, knowing how fast he will get angry, "Why do you think I told John B?" Rafe shrugs, "Friend of a friend told me what JJ really asked you.. so that's what makes me think that." 

Fuck. 

"Rafe." You step towards him and he says loudly, "Fuck. Y/n." He looks at you, "did you. Or did you not tell John B about our father's working together." 

You hold your stare on him, "What are you going to do if I say yes?" 

He balls his fists up and rests them on his cheek, "Fuck. You didn't. Y/n. Please tell me you're fucking with me.

His voice is at the level of a yell, "Did you fucking tell him or not?" You keep your stare, shrugging and Rafe groans, turning away before turning to you again, "You need to under-fucking-stand what you're doing, y/n." 

You nod, "You don't think I know how dangerous your dad is?" You smirk, "Or how dangerous you are?" 

He tilts his head and you step towards him, "I mean, you tell me. Should I be scared of you?" 

He chuckles with a nod, "Goddamn right you should be scared of me." 

You shrug, "I don't really get scared with you." 

Rafe knows that he would never want to hurt you. 

You know it, too. 

Rafe holds his stare, "Y/N." 

"Rafe." 

Rafe starts to laugh and shake his head, "oh fuck!" He crosses his arms over his chest and lets out a dramatic sigh, "You are fuckin.." 

He groans and you tilt your head, "Look, Rafe. I'm just here looking for a reason as to-" 

He cuts you off, "Because.. being good, doesn't get you fucking anything. You of all people should know that, y/n." He scoffs and motions to you. 

You raise your brows, "Excuse me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Rafe?" 

He shakes his head, letting out a sigh, "I just.." he laughs, "You should just go." You shake your head, standing your ground, "mm. No." 

"Y/n. Don't fu-" 

You continue to speak over him, "All I want to know is what I did to make you treat me like.." you laugh slightly, looking at him as your tilt your head, "A pogue." 

Rafe looks at you, shaking his head, "Nah, nah." He points his finger at you, laughing slightly as he steps closer to you, "You're not one of those." He leans in, his voice is loud, "You're a fucking kook and you need to-" his voice is louder, "act like one!" 

All of your anger rises up, "Fuck you." You walk over and give his chest a shove. He grunts and wraps his hands around your wrists, "Whoa. Easy now, darlin'." 

Rafe laughing fuels you more and you let out a frustrated groan, "Fuck you." Pushing his chest with each phrase, "Fuck you. Fuck you." 

"Alright." Rafe says, calming you down, but you continue to ignore him, "Y/n." He squeezes your wrists, tilting his head and that was the last straw. 

He clenches his jaw and lets your wrist drop, "I don't understand how you're having an issue here." He shakes his head, "I-I don't understand." 

You stare at him, "I don't get.." you looks up, "How you can say that. Fuck, that's like saying my feelings don't fucking matter."

"They don't." Rafe scoffs, shaking his head with a gentle laugh, "I mean, not to me anyway." 

"Oh yeah? Is that how you felt when you were staring at my tits while we sat in my living room with both of our families?" You raise your brows, "Or how you told me that if I was doing it on purpose, I would pay for it later?" 

Rafe clenches his jaw and stares at you. 

You smirk, "If you wanna play this game, we can play this game." 

Rafe laughs, "Fuck this. Okay. I'm here to see if I need to stop my father from killing your father." He motions to you, "So now please, for fucks sake." He walks closer to you with each word, "Please. Fucking. Answer, so you can get the fuck out of my house." 

You chose to ignore him, continuing to run your mouth to him, "I'm not done, Rafe." You step closer to him, "I think you like me. A lot more than you think you do." 

He scoffs and you laugh, "So what made you punch JJ? Hm. Was it because you thought I was telling him about everything? Or was it because he touched me?" 

It's very telling on which answer is the right answer, his face gave it straight away. 

"Get out." Rafe nods towards the door, his eyes moving back to yours, "Or I'll call my dad right now and tell him that you told John B." 

You stare at him for a few seconds before you speak. 

You know what you're doing, "I don't think you'll do that." Rafe shrugs, "Try me." 

"I'm not the one you're mad at?" You whisper, "Am I?" 

"No." Rafe argues and you continue to argue with him. 

You're basically in his face yelling a few minutes later, then all of a sudden he pushes you back, "Just Stop! Stop! Stop." 

The angry rasp in his voice, not only slightly scares you, but also has you so inappropriately turned on.

"I'm fucking talking now!" 

You're sat. 

The way he looks at you, like he actually fucking hates you, has your walls quivering for him. 

Did I finally break Rafe Cameron, you think as you fight back the wild urge to smirk. 

"You- you think you can just fucking.. come in here, wearing all of th-these.. dresses that you pick out just for me?" Rafe lays his hand on his chest with a laugh, "You're going to bitch and moan about not being trusted but yet you willing still hang out with Kiara and the other dumbass pogues." 

He groans, "Fuck, You just.." he stops, looking at you as he runs his tongue over his lips. 

You tilt your head, hands clasped together behind your back, "I just.. what, Rafe?" 

"You drive me so unbelievably insane." He shakes his head, dropping his hand from his chest, "like I actually am losing it over you." 

You manage to keep yourself calm, "Why?" 

"Beca-" he whines, "I can't have you." 

You step over to him, "Do you think I could cloud your judgment?" 

Rafe sighs, tilting his head back, "I want you, so fucking much that I think I would do just about anything you asked me to." He pauses, "And that's why I'm so fucking pissed because I know you want to help John B and I-"

"I told him." You admit, "They know the day you're moving it, too." 

You were fully expecting him to explode again, but to your surprise, he didn't, "Yeah, I seen JJ climb out of your window the one night." He shrugs, "So I figured. 

He just literally surprised you instead, "Fuck. Rafe, I-" 

He cuts you off, "Partly why I punched him." He mumbles, "But yeah, and before you ask, no one knows." 

You tilt your head, "How do I know you're not lying!" He laughs, "Trust me. If anyone knew, the deal wouldn't still be going through." 

Makes sense. 

"So what are you saying, exactly? Rafe. Do you want me dead? Do you just hate me? love me? What because I would really like to go-" 

"Yes." Rafe says and you laugh slightly, "Huh?" 

He walks over to you, hands on your hips and he nods, "I said yes. Because If you were dead, I wouldn't be standing here, kicking my own ass over what to do." 

Your hands slide to his neck as he shakes his head, "Fuck." He presses his lip to yours. You stumble backwards as he walks you back to the wall, "I want to hate you for telling John B, but you have so much control over me, I can't." 

He takes your hands from his neck and pins them above your head, "I think it's incredibly sexy that you're willing to rebel against my father. Me." He kisses down your neck,"I think about you all the fucking time." 

Rafe's hand moves down your body and slips between your thighs, "The literal thought of anyone touching you, drives me to the point of wanting to end their life." 

"Fuck." You whimper out quietly, lips parting as you feel his finger slip between the thin fabric of your panties and your skin, "You're so wet, baby." 

Rafe presses his lips to your cheek, "This won't be happening again." 

"Uh huh. One and done." You breath out, grinding your hips down to meet his fingers more, "P-please." 

Rafe chuckles, "Whatcha beggin' for darlin'?" He teases as he presses his fingers hard against your clit, slowly rubbing slow circles, "Need someone to fuck you better than a pogue ever could?" 

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes shut as he applies a little more pressure. He watches your face with a smirk on his, "Did you fuck any of them?" 

You shake your head and Rafe tilts his head, "Ahh, be honest for me." You gasp as he slides his fingers back, circling your aching opening, "I'm.. serious, Rafe." 

"But you wanted to?" He dips two fingers into you and you moan out, "Rafe." 

"Doesn't matter. You wanna know why?" Rafe asks, still slowly teasing you with his fingers hooked inside your pussy. 

You whimper out quietly, "why?" 

"Because once you get a feel for how I make you feel, no one else will ever satisfy you." His eyes are on you and you shrug, "Prove it." 

He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to your lips. You open without being told and wrap your lips around his fingers 

You hum slightly as you move your tongue to lick your slick from him.

A smirk grows on his lips, "Good girl." He pulls his fingers from your mouth and you just stare at him. 

He made you weak, and he could see it. 

He steps back but you reach out, grabbing his shirt, "Fuck me like you hate me." You walk over to him and his hand lays loosely on the small of your back, "I don't want to hurt you." 

"Take it all out on me." You nod, "I want you, Rafe." 

He quickly lifts you up, walking over to his desk. He reaches behind you, swiping stuff out of the way before setting you down. 

His lips on yours as his hands reach up to yank down the top of your dress. He extracts a moan from you when his fingers twist and turn each nipples. 

"You sound so pretty." Rafe whisper, "Gonna sound even prettier with my cock ramming into you." 

"Please." You whine, pulling your dress up to expose your thighs. Rafe kisses down your neck, and slides his fingers up your thighs. 

He pulls down the band of your panties and you lift your hips for him to slide them down over your ass. 

He pulls them down your legs and over your feet, stuffing them in his pocket, "You might get them back later." 

He winks and slides his hands to behind your knees, he spreads your legs opens and pushes them back. 

Your hands lay over his and you watch as he steps back, giving him room so he can bend down. 

You gasp loudly when his lips connect with your clit.

A hand lifts off or the back of your thigh to you slide your hand in place, "Fuck, Rafe." You moan, feeling two fingers slide into you. 

You bite down on your lip and Rafe lifts his head from your clit, "Don't be quiet now, baby. Keep givin' it to me."

Rafe repeatedly curls his fingers in a way that makes you arch your back off the desk, "Fuck.." you whimper out, "Shit." 

"Tell me who makes you feel this good." Rafe squeezes your thigh and slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. 

You let out a loud whine, "You do, baby." 

"Who?" He asks, going back to curling his fingers and your mind is spiraling right now, "Y-you baby." He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and goes to unbuckling his pants, "Flip over." 

You slide down off the desk, turning around to bend over it.

Your heart was racing. 

Both due to the excitement of actually fucking Rafe and the anxiety you're having because you really are doing what JJ told you he was worried about. 

You feel a hand grip your shoulder then it slides over to the front of your neck. Rafe tightens his grip slowly and pulls your head back. 

You lean back as far as you can go and he leans forward, lips right next to your ear, "Say my name." 

He slowly thrusts his cock into, immediately urging you to scream out, "Rafe! Fuck you make me feel so good." 

His grip on your neck tightens and you let out a squeak. The harder he thrusts, the more you're vision is blacking out, "f-fu-" 

You reach up and tap his hand. Rafe's hand immediately loosens its grip and moves to your shoulder, "Doin' so good at takin' me." 

"Fuck, Rafe." You moan, "I'm gon- I'm so close." You push your hips back into his and he leans back, gripping both of your hips. 

His thrusts turn animalistic, so good that it's actually starting to hurt you. 

You whimper out, throwing your head back as the walls that ached for him, squeeze around his cock, "F-Fuck."

"Fuck." Rafe groans out, "So fuckin' tight around me." 

He pushes as far on as he can go and holds himself still. You rock your hips, itching for the high of the orgasm he was just about to give you. 

"Rafe." You whine, "P-please." 

He pulls out, spinning you around to face him. He lifts your leg to his waist and you hold it there as he holds his cock steady to slip back into you.

Your head falls forward and you lean back onto your hand to hold yourself up. Your other hand goes to pull him in by the back of his neck. 

His lips crash onto yours as his hips repeatedly pound against your body, "Such a fucking slut for me." Rafe groans against your lips. 

You nod, moaning out, "Fuck, Rafe. Only for you." 

He rests his forehead against yours and squeezes your thighs, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside of that perfect little pussy." 

He looks at you and you bite your lip, nodding as your eyes roll closed to the feeling of his fingers on your clit, "Look at me, baby." 

Your eyes snap open and you look up at him. 

"Do you want that, too?" Rafe asks and you nod. He slides a hand up to the back of your head, gripping your hair tight, "Look at me. Tell me, please." 

His voice is soft, whimperishly hot. 

It unlocked something within you.

"I want you to cum in my pussy." You whimper out, "Fuck, Rafe." You dig your nails into his neck and let out a loud moan.

Your orgasm washes over, ripping strings of moans and curse words from your lips, "Fuck, fuck, fuck., R-Rafe." 

He kisses your lips, swallowing your moans as he fucks you through your high, "Such a good girl." Rafe presses his lip to your forehead, his thrusts slow down, "But I still fucking hate you." 

You smirk up at him, gasping as he thrusts his cock all the way into you, "Feeling's mutual." 

He bites down on his lip, eyes locked on yours, "Maybe I should just hope I knock you up, hmm?" A smirk appears on his lips as he begins to thrust into you again. 

You just stare up at him, chest rising and falling in a quick pace. You tilt your head back, moaning out as he squeezes your boob, "Just-" he lifts his to your chin, tilting your head forward, "Look at me, baby." 

Rafe kisses your forehead, "just thinking about you being pregnant with my baby." He groans, tilting his head slightly, "Let everybody know that you're mine." 

"Rafe." You whine out, feeling another orgasm coming on, "Fuck, fuck." You tangle your fingers in his hair and he leans in, "You gonna cum again, baby?" 

You nod, face scrunched with pleasure, "Fuck. Yes."

Rafe attaches his lips to the side of your neck, earning a moaning you as he sucks a spot he knows for sure will be there tomorrow. 

"Ra-Rafe!" You moan out, squeezing his cock with your walls. You dig your nails into his upper back and drag, earning a groan from Rafe. 

His grip on your hips tighter and you feel him push his cock in as he spills his cum into you, "Shit." He shivers slightly and looks at you, "Damn." 

You smirk, nodding as he sets your leg down, "uh huh." 

He steps back, fixing himself as you put yourself back together. You stand up and you can feel the cum dripping from your beaten cunt, "Shit."

"What?" Rafe asks looking over at you. You laugh slightly, "I'm.." you sigh, "I'm leaking what you left inside of me." 

He laughs, "Hot." 

You roll your eyes, "No because now I have to walk home in-" 

"Who said you're going home?" Rafe furrows his brows and you look at him confused, "I'm not going home?" 

He shakes his head, "Remember how I said this isn't happening again?" 

You laugh, "Yeah, I think I do." 

He shrugs, "Well, I may have not meant that." You nod, "Mm." You smile, "I knew you couldn't do it." 

"Couldn't do what?" Rafe asks getting defensive. 

You laugh, "Calm down. Calm down. I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away." 

"Fuck off." He rolls his eyes, "Come on." 

"Wait, does this effect any of the-" 

Rafe cuts you off, "It's either you get a shower with me or you walk home with my cum on your thighs." He laughs slightly, "Your choices, baby." 

You sigh, "first option please." 

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Again, sorry if this sucks. I've never written for Rafe before, so this is new to me. 

Thanks for reading, ilysm! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

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Do I look like I care? | jj maybank

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Kook!reader

Summary: you ask JJ to dance with you at the Midsummer, but things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: jealous!JJ, established relationship, fluff

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: hi! I loved 1x05, so here’s something about it. Hope you like it. Enjoy! x

JJ’s Masterlist

It’s a hot Sunday afternoon, you’re on your boat with JJ, who’s smoking with his sunglasses on. You were talking about the Midsummer dance, since you’re a Kook and your family wants you to go there. Topper offered to be your partner and you agreed, since your boyfriend, a Pogue, can’t participate. Still, you hoped that JJ would have said something about it, moved by jealousy perhaps or the desire to make you happy, but he just seemed unconcerned.

“So, you’re telling me that you’re not even a little bit jealous of Topper?”

He shrugs, breathing out some smoke.

“Do I look like I would be jealous of somebody like Topper?”

“You certainly look like somebody who wouldn’t come to the dance with me,” you reply, testily.

“Babe, you just have to tell me. One word and I do whatever you like. If you want me to be there, I’ll be there,” he says with a smile.

You’re suddenly suspicious: it’s true, JJ would always agree to do something with you, especially dangerous things, but this time it feels like a trap. You’re now sure he’s trying to hide his protectiveness towards you, so you try to push him over the edge.

“Are you sure, J? I mean, you should wear a suit, maybe even pretend to be a waiter to be there and dance with me, something that you don’t even like to do, in front of my parents and the other Kooks. It’s not really your cup of tea,” you say, observing every muscle of your boyfriend. He still seems really calm, but you see a jolt in his hand, while he’s putting out his cigarette. Oh, he’s so jealous. You got him!

“Do I look like I care?” He asks you with effrontery.

You shake your head.

“I think that you’re gonna handle it perfectly,” you answer, giving him a peck on the lips.

Tonight’s the night. You’re wearing your best dress, JJ sent you a text telling you that the plan is still in motion with John B. You’re a little bit nervous: you don’t like pushing JJ’s buttons, but this is important to you and you don’t want to be there with somebody who’s not your boyfriend. This is also the only way to have him there, since your parents don’t approve your relationship with him for obvious reasons. You just hope that they won’t see him or, at least, that they’ll just let him be. Speaking of your parents, they’re calling out your name right now.

Ten minutes later, you’re there with Topper, but you don’t see JJ nearby. You’re turning around too often, so Topper starts getting suspicious about it.

“Is everything okay? Is somebody following you or something?” He jokes.

“What?”

His voice is so irritating, you can’t believe that your parents would love to have him as your boyfriend instead of JJ.

“You’re acting weird, please stop,” he whispers to your ear, while smiling to the people in the room.

“And you’re acting like my father,” you say, then you leave his embrace and go away.

This is not going as planned: JJ is nowhere to be seen and your parents already look lost, because you just left Topper’s side. You breathe out, hoping that Sarah or Kie will appear soon next to you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier,” you hear Topper’s voice behind you. You sigh.

“Topper, you’re a good guy, but…”

“I also forgot to mention that you look really beautiful, tonight,” he adds.

“And this is my time to interfere. Hi Topper, please leave my girl alone, she already has a boyfriend,” JJ says and when you turn around, you see him with some empty glasses on a tray.

“Who made you work here?” Topper asks, surprised.

“Do you work for the police?” JJ replies, shaking his head. “Come on, go away, she saved all of her dances just for me, so you can bore someone else”.

You burst out laughing and Topper mustn't like it, because he runs away livid with rage, probably to call Rafe and his other friends to kick JJ out, but you don't care: he's finally here. JJ leaves the silver plate so he can dance with you.

“You were jealous,” you say, while he’s holding your waist.

“No, I told you: I don’t care”.

“You’re such a liar,” you reply, a smirk on your face.

“Whatever,” he says.

Then he leans down to mutter these words in your ear: "But if you thought I wanted to be the only one to lay a hand on you, you were completely right."

Shivers get down your spine, when you hear his hoarse voice. You didn't even realize you closed your eyes. Now you just feel the heat of JJ's body against yours as you slow dance, the cool air rushing up your ankles. This could be the best moment of your life.

If it weren't for JJ who’s now pulling you away, because Rafe and Topper are chasing you. You run off to the beach, your parents yelling after you, while you laugh and feel free, taking off your heels for more comfort. He takes off his bow tie, throwing it behind him. Luckily your boat is nearby, so you two get on that and hide in the cabin, hoping that the others have not seen you, because you are protected by the darkness of the night. JJ’s still trying to catch his breath, while you’re chuckling.

“What?”

“I’m just thinking about Topper’s face when you appeared,” you answer and he laughs.

“He’s so irritating”.

“Right?”

“He never had a chance with you anyway,” JJ says.

You give him a sly look.

“Why? ‘Cause it’s always been you?”

“No, ‘cause you’re obviously better than him. You’re way out of my league too, honestly. Sometimes I even wonder why you’re with me. You’re better than everybody,” he answers and your heart melts.

You cup his face, your hands caressing his warm skin. His eyes are so blue, they seem the ocean and you’d like to swim into them. He’s holding his breath, as if he’s waiting for you to break up with him right here, right now. But you’re not gonna do that.

“You underestimate yourself, babe. I’m lucky to have you by my side, my knight in shining armor,” you say. “Also, you should put on these elegant clothes more often”.

“Oh, is it?” He asks, his lips on yours.

“Yeah,” you answer with a smile, before he kisses you. “Admit that you were jealous!”

“I was jealous, okay?” JJ squeals, exasperated. “Now let me kiss you!”

You knew it.