#exbf!rafe

[princessbrunette]

you wasn’t sure what to expect from your toxic ex boyfriend rafe when you finally caved and let him fuck you again. you told yourself it was a selfish act, that he was only getting what he wanted because you let him — but after sex was when you were the most vulnerable.

he’d been alluding to it for weeks, practically stalking you wherever you went to just stare you down and shove away any guy that spoke to you. you’re talking parties, the country club, even making an appearance at the restaurant bar alone when you were out to dinner with your family. rafe cameron had eyes everywhere, and those eyes were all set on making it impossible for you to move on.

you’d given in when he’d cornered you at the country club when you were a glass of wine down, surely knowing it was the best time to convince you. wine made you horny, too easy, and whilst you could deny all you wanted — the thing you needed the most was for your psycho ex boyfriend to have you on your back, cumming around his cock.

so you’d let him drive you back to tannyhill, let him lean over at the red stop light to put his tongue in your mouth, ringed fingers cupping and fondling your soaked cunt beneath your sundress until the light went green and cars were honking. let him walk you to his front door with a hand on your ass and his mouth at your ear telling you that you knew where home was, and that you knew no one could make you moan as pretty as he could. you let him bounce you on his dick until you were overstimulated and crying, teardrops splashing on his tanned abdomen as he threatens to cum inside you and trap you with him forever. it’s only the after math you didn’t feel too in control anymore, curled on your side as you catch your breath in fetal position.

he hadn’t made a move to scoop you up and cuddle you. honestly, he didn’t know if that was allowed. instead, stupidly he wakes you out of your sleepy haze with his voice.

“alright, up. c’mon kid.” he shuffles, sitting up against the headboard and your heart sinks. you don’t dare question, or argue and humiliate yourself — simply forcing yourself to sit up, disorientated and reaching for your dress.

“‘kay. sorry.” you whisper, and you despise the way your voice cracks, tears fat in your eyes as you work your arms through your dress to pull it on over your body. you shouldn’t have come here, all that work to move on destroyed within the space of a few hours just for him to kick you out when he got what he wanted.

“wh— hey, ‘fuck are you talkin’ about huh?” he scooches towards you, grabbing your hands to stop your movements. you gaze at him in upset confusion and he realises his mistake and softens just a tad. “i mean get up and go pee… okay? always make you pee after i fuck you i — i don’t know why you’re…” he shakes his head, trailing off as he watches you melt in relief, still equally embarrassed. “look at me.” he commands quietly and solemnly and you do so, a shameful gaze through your lashes.

he sighs out his nose, shuffling to a better spot to be able to cup your cheek with that same boyish but charming roughness he so often carried. “i’m not going to just kick you out, okay — i… i am proactively trying to show you that i’m not the bad guy here. shit, if it was up to me i’d never let you leave this house but uh… know you’re gonna come to your senses soon enough.” there’s a tinge of sadness in his tone that makes your heart twitch with sympathy, your brows knitting harder as you stare up at him, waiting for him to continue. “but… for now… m’tryna look after you… right? so… so go pee and then you get your ass back in here. wanna hold you n’shit.”

he gives your ass a little pat as you stand, busying himself with finding a pair of sweatpants to pull on, glancing over at you as you hobble shyly to the bathroom like you’d never been to his place before. he hated to admit it, but he was just as emotional and sensitive as you were at times.

when you’re out the room, he sniffs— talking to himself manically in a self deprecating whisper. “god — i suck. man up. she’s yours, alright — just - just gotta remind her.” he tells himself quietly through grit teeth as he pulls the grey material up his legs.

rafe was going to make you his again, and this time he would go to any length to keep you.

[rafecameroninterlude]

exbf!rafe calling reader at 1am about how much he misses her and how much he needs her pussy and he’s saying things like “i need your perfect little pussy wrapped around me” and shi

warnings: mentions of violence, slight fluff, dirty talk, masturbation

“what could you possibly want right now, rafe?” you sighed, your eyes heavy with sleep. “what? i can’t call you just because?” there was a teasing tone in his voice, which only indicated one thing; he was horny. “no, you can’t. you lost that privilege when you decided to be an ass and punch a hole in my wall, okay? i’m hanging up now.” just as you pulled the device away from your ear, you heard a muffled ‘please don’t.’ on the other line. the hold this man had on you was sickening, you hated that you weren’t strong enough to completely go ghost and ignore him.

“we’re not supposed to be doing this, we aren’t together anymore, remember?” you reminded him. “i know i fucked everything up, okay? i’m working out my shit because this isn’t the end for us, alright? i know you know that.” you shrugged even though he couldn’t see you. “just say you miss me.” rafe smiled at the sound of your soft laugh, looking over at his bedside table with a framed picture of you two. “i do. i miss you a lot.” rafe confessed, making your heart skip a beat. “i miss you, too.” he physically felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest when you confirmed you had been feeling the same way as him.

“you wanna know what else i miss?” rafe hoped you wouldn’t end the call. “what?” you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together. “i miss feeling that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock every night, ‘been losing sleep without you baby.” you refrained from moaning at his words, feeling utterly pathetic. “i need to feel you again, its been too long.” his words came out a little breathless. with the last bit of resolve you had left, you told him; “use your hand, rafe. goodnight.”

you reached for your phone, pausing when he said, “ah, fuck- i am.” no way he was touching himself right now. as if you couldn’t be any more sexually frustrated, he moaned into the receiver, making your eyes shut momentarily. “i know you’re thinking about it, too.” you were fighting with yourself at this point, ultimately losing when you laid on your back, your thighs separating ever so lightly. “just give me the word, y/n. i’ll go over right now and fuck you until you cry.” a particular stroke of his hand made him groan. you sucked in a breath. of course he’d do this when there was no one else in the house, the temptation getting harder and harder to resist.

“..no.” you knew your voice gave you away but you didn’t care anymore. “aw, i hear how bad you want it.” he laughed. “i’m sure there’s others you could call at this time. why don’t you ring them up and let them take care of you?” your fingers danced over the waistband of your panties. rafe scoffed. “y/n, i’ve been fucking my fist to the thought of you for the last three months. there hasn’t, and never will be, anyone else.” for the first time tonight, his voice was firm. “i need you so fucking bad, y/n, i’m begging you to let me come over.” you chewed on your lip, any restraint you had left now melting away.

“the key is under the mat.”

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“No outside clothes on my bed” - Rafe Cameron

ExBf! Rafe Cameron x Gender-neutral! reader

Your ex shows up drunk at your door

warnings: mentions of relapse in sobriety, mentions of c0k3 use, mentions of drinking, explicit language

800 words - short fic

You were meant to stay far far away from your ex Rafe Cameron but when he's drunk at your door can you really turn him away?

You let him lean over you as you usher him towards your room, shushing him to hopefully keep your roommate asleep, and unknowing that you opened the door for your ex that you told her all about over a bottle of wine.

Once in your room you lay him down on the floor and take pillows off of your bed to keep him propped up on his side. You go to offer him a blanket, but his eyes are half closed as he begins to pout. It was endearing how he'd act all pouty and clingy while y'all were together, but just irritating now that he's your ex.

Somehow through that irritation your old feelings for Rafe were clawing at your insides. You harshly made him sleep away from you, but you still positioned yourself to where you could monitor him. You'd always worry about him dating or not.

You stare up at the ceiling, hoping to just try your best to get through the night as contradicting emotions pulse through your body and Rafe's presence making itself more than well known, even more so when he breaks the silence, "Can I sleep with you?" he asks, voice quiet and timid.

How could you possibly say no to him when he's in such a vulnerable state? Right? Instead you let that vulnerability fuel rejection, you can reason with yourself that he's not in his right mind, and that you need stay as far away from him as possible. "No outside clothes on my bed, you know that."

He doesn't respond right away and instead you hear him start to breathe unevenly with the occasional sniffle. You shoot up and look over at the ground, his back is facing towards you, "Rafe are you crying?" you whisper yell at him in shock.

"I'm so sorry. I'm drunk" he tries to whisper, holding back his tears, trying to hold onto any dignity he can be conscious of.

"I know" You sigh heavily and throw yourself back against your bed.

“And I'm in love with you” he mumbles quietly.

His words make you flinch, “Do not.”

“I miss you, I miss you so much, I'm miserable” his voice shakes and you shut your eyes to make his words hurt less.

“You broke up with me.” And you know why he did it too, the night he relapsed on coke he called you in a panic and confessed. You couldn’t even get a word in before he broke things off, assuming you were going to do it anyways. He was right to assume that you’d be upset about his relapse, but you didn’t know in what world he thought that you’d dump him at a low like that. You wanted to be there for him, you were going to be there for him, and he unknowingly pushed you away.

“I'm fucking stupid” he slurs out and begins to incoherently ramble.

“Get some sleep Rafe” you cut him off worried he’s about to choke on his tongue.

“I thought you’d hate me” he quietly whimpers, “That why I’m sober again” he breathes in a ragged breath before finishing his sentence “But I did drink tonight”

“I know you drank” You want to laugh at his obvious drunk confession, but instead make a confession of your own, “But I am proud of you for being clean again, always have been proud” Sarah and Rafe’s friends who grew close to you often updated you on how he was doing, so you already knew he had been strongly sober although going through the motions of grieving your relationship. His ego made him think sobriety would be linear, but you knew statistically he’d relapse and you were still genuinely proud of him.

“That’s all I wanted” his sad voice and new admission tugs at your heartstrings. All he wanted was just for someone to be proud of him, Rafe Cameron had been failed by everyone and was trying to pick up all the pieces by himself.

"Get in" You can see him sit up out of your peripheral vision, and he hesitates almost as if he thinks you’re joking. You lift up the comforter, making space for him and in almost an instant he’s in your bed hugging your waist with his head in your chest. His breathing slows down a lot more than before, but you can feel his tears soak into your top. They’re hot like his body, heated by the the alcohol in his system. You can feel him lift his head, but you just close your eyes, and rub circles into his back the way he loved “Well talk in the morning”

[indigoflorals]

toxic - r.c (18+)

ex!rafe cameron x reader

your obsessive ex craves you

warnings: slight cnc, unprotected sex, oral, breeding kink, very rough sex, slight praise kink, toxic canon rafe warning </3

a/n: exbf! rafe won the poll <3 also! there is some terminology used to reference an american restaurant. if you are confused, the hostess is the person who seats guests, and the reader is a server/waitress <3

It was a Tuesday night, and the restaurant was slow. You had barely had any tables all night, and your tips had been bad. The hostess stepped into the kitchen where you were finishing up your break.

“I just sat one of your tables,” she frowned, pointing to a back corner, “Young guy, all on his own.” you turned, leaning to peak your head out of the kitchen. The table was empty.

“There’s nobody there.” you scoffed, taking a bite of your sandwich.

The hostess furrowed her brow, leaning out to view the table again. “Hmm,” she huffed, “He must have left.”

You walked out to the table to find the water the hostess had left empty, and a singular hundred dollar bill left for you.

The rest of your shift was slow, with you only having two more tables the entire night. The man at the corner table had never come back, and you didn’t worry about it.

“See you tomorrow,” you smiled, grabbing your bag and waving to the dishwasher. He smiled back, still sorting silverware. You checked the time again on your phone. 10:13. Still fifteen minutes to catch the last bus home.

You opened the back door to the restaurant, stepping out into the cool December air. Reaching into your bag for your sweater, you jumped at the sound of the door slamming behind you. Spinning around, you saw nothing. “It’s just the wind,” you exhaled, raising your arms to put on your sweater.

The moment you pulled your face through the head of the sweater, your felt a hand close in over your mouth. You tried to scream, but the hand pressed firmer. You wriggled and fought against the strong body behind you, but to no avail.

Your attacker leaned into your ear, holding you tight to his chest. “Relax baby,” Rafe cooed, laughing slightly at your clearly shaken up state, “Just me.”

He relaxed his grip, and you pulled free, panting, eyes wide. “What the fuck Rafe!” You half whispered half yelled, still very aware of the presence of your coworkers inside.

“I missed you. Wanted to see you,” he smiled, reaching a hand to cup your face. You slapped it away, staring at him in shock.

“So tried to fucking kidnap me?”

He huffed, extending a hand to you. “I was worried you’d get like this. Just let me give you a ride home.”

“You think I’m gonna get in your truck?” You growled, attempting to push past him.

He gripped your arm, stopping you. “Well,” he smirked, lifting his watch face to you, “It’s 10:23, and you won’t make it to the last bus in time now.”

You froze. How had the time gone by so fast? You were furious, partly because he had wasted your time and partly because he wasn’t wrong. You conceded, relaxing against his grip. “Okay. But you have to take me right home.”

“Of course, baby,” he nodded, pulling you towards where he was parked in the lot. You entered the vehicle in silence, placing your hands into your lap and your bag in front of you on the floor. You could feel his eyes on you.

“You look so beautiful,” Rafe raised a hand to touch your face but you swatted him away. He frowned, turned to start the car. “You know,” he huffed, driving to pull out of the lot, “You could be a little nicer to the person who’s taking you home.”

You glared at him. “You know why I’m not being nice to you.”

He rolled his eyes, “I told you I didn’t have sex with her. She only blew me. Plus you’re the only bitch I want.”

Before you could retort, you turned your eyes back to the road. This wasn’t the way home. “Rafe,” you slapped at his thigh, pointing out your window “My house is the other way.”

He didn’t reply, only sped up.

“Rafe,” you repeated, louder this time, “We’re going the wrong way.”

His eyes stayed on the road as he sped up again, “You’re staying with me tonight. Been so long since I’ve tasted that pussy.”

Your face flushed and you turned away from him. “No Rafe, I have an exam tomorrow, I need to–“

He shook his head, “I’ll take care of it. You just relax and come with me.” You stared at the bright lights of Tanneyhill as you pulled into the driveway. It had been months since you had seen it. Rafe put the truck in park, getting out to come to your door. He helped you down, pulling you into his arms.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” He pulled you into a quick kiss, “She meant nothing to me.” Your heart fluttered at his words. You really had missed him too. His strong arms enveloped you. The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. It was all so familiar.

You shivered a bit. “Can we go inside, Rafe?” Despite his warm body around you, the wind was tickling your skin. It was freezing.

“Of course,” he grinned, pulling his house key from his pocket and unlocking the door. He opened it quietly as not to disturb his sleeping family. He snaked an arm around your waist, ushering you inside ahead of him.

His home was dark despite a few small lights around the ceiling. It hardly mattered, because you knew the layout. You knew exactly where the stairs where even in the near pitch black as you walked up them, sliding your hand up the railing. You could hear Rafe’s footsteps behind you. Reaching the top of the steps, you knew also exactly which room was his in the minimal lighting. His arm snaked your waist again, leading you to the door. He pressed a kiss to your neck as you opened it. The two of you slid inside quietly, closing the door behind you.

Immediately he pushed you back against the closed door. You collided with it with a soft exhale, and the frame shook. You gasped, but where cut off by his lips on yours. You moaned into his mouth as his hands explored you body. Unhooking your bra, he slid his hands under it. He groped at the flesh of your tits, running his thumbs over your perked nipples. He broke the kiss to pull your shirt up and over your head.

“Look at you,” He whispered, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth. You let ouf a soft moan, arching your chest into him. He reached around your body, pulling you harder into him. Releasing your nipple with a pop, he looked to you again. “My beautiful girl.”

Rafe took a step back before pulling his own shirt off. You stared at his muscular chest and arms, raising a hard to feel his bicep. He smirked, amused by your actions, “I’m all yours baby. You can feel me.” He took your hand in his, leading it down to cup his clothed erection. Your eyes widened.

“You’re so hard,” you whispered.

He nodded, a stern look cast over his face. “Now, kneel for me baby.” You submitted to Rafe without question, kneeling into the hardwood before him. He grinned, rough hand coming to your chin. “Good girl.”

You immediately reached to unbutton his pants, your hands shaking with excitement. It had been so long since you had tasted him. You pulled his pants and boxers down, exposing his cock already leaking with precum. Looking up to him, you batted your lashes. “Can I suck it, Rafe?”

He nodded, a blush coming to his cheeks. “Please.”

You leaned up to kiss the tip, taking it just past your lips. You felt a groan reverberate through your ex. Taking more of him, you used your tongue to prod the soft underside of his cock.

“Oh,” He moaned, hand coming to his mouth to quiet himself, “You’re doing so good, baby.” His hips bucked, cock thrusting farther into your mouth. You gagged on him, throat contracting around his tip.

Your eyes watered as you continued sucking and bobbing your head, Rafe’s fingers slotted into your hair as he gave shallow thrusts into your mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled his cock completely from your mouth. “Fuck,” He whined, cock twitching, “I wanna cum in your pussy baby.”

He helped you to your feet, kissing you again before pulling your jeans off. He lead you to the bed where you crawled on top of him to straddle him. “I don’t know if I can take all of you,” you blushed, “It’s been a while. You’re so big.”

A hand came to massage the fat of your ass as Rafe leaned his face into your neck. “I’ll be gentle, baby.” At his words, he pulled you down onto his cock. You cried out, the stretch burning with pain and pleasure. He was so big inside of you, his girth filling you to the brim.

“Rafe!” you cried, hips rocking into him, “It’s too much!” He pounded his cock into you mercilessly, and despite the pain, you could feel absolute pleasure inside of you.

Rafe’s free hand came to your face, pulling you to make eye contact. “You…are mine,” he grunted, fucking up into you, “Gonna fill up that pussy. Make you mine forever.”

You throbbed and clenched at his statement, sinking your nails into his shoulders. “Please Rafe, “ you cried.

You felt a warm sensation building in your tummy as Rafe fucked into you at a steady pace. His fingers came to your clit, and suddenly that warmth exploded. “I’m coming,” you whimpered, squeezing him.

His pupils blew wide at your words as he came inside of you, his thrusts going erratic. You felt the warmth pool inside of your pussy. His face was bright red and flushed, eyes trained on you.

As you both came down from your highs, you felt the guilt begin to sink in. “Fuck,” you groaned, climbing off of him, “Rafe, I need money for Plan B.” It hit you then that this was your cheating ex. He did happen to have good dick, but it was hardly worth it.

He shook his head, “I wasn’t kidding,” he scoffed, “You’re mine.”

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my exboyfriend is pissinh me tf off and its making me think of how badly exbf rafe would piss me off. 🫠🫠

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mine does too like all the time 🥴

rafe would somehow bd 10x worse because he acts like shit never changed. hes texting you normal shit, sending you videos you might wanna watch, showing up at your house

and its never empty-handed nahhh hes got pizza and ice cream and flowers and a new stuffed animal so when you inevitably slam the door in his face he gaslights you into letting him in especially if its in front of your mom who adores him

“honey i dont know why you’re so mean to rafe hes such a sweet boy look at what hes brought you!”

now you’re in your room with him with the pizza box jn between you as yall watch a movie bc just because your mom made you let him in doesnt mean hes gettin any (this time)

[buckyseddie]

speechless

pairings — jj maybank x fem!shy!kook!reader

summary — in which, there’s five times where she proves jj wrong and only one that he proves her wrong.

word count — 7.5k.

warnings — angst, jj kinda being an ass, reader being SUPER close to the pogues (like family type stuff), mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, big mentions of abuse and abusive parents and alcoholism, exbf!rafe, slut-shaming, fluff, use of pet-names [princess], small mentions of the reader being a book worm, mentions of reader having anxiety.

notes — i NEVER thought i’d end up back at my jj obsession / phase, yet here i am??? anyways, i’ve always loved the whole jj x kook!reader fics that i read (mostly, because it reminds me of and gives me a, sort of, enemies to lovers vibe, WHICH i’m a HUGE sucker for???) this is a bit inspired by some family issues going on at home and i just know jj is the ultimate character to relate to that. this is really just a way for me to cope. also, no hate to rafe (sorry for adding him in as the abusive and toxic ex). i know he’s done a lot of shitty things on the show, but i genuinely love him and believe that he deserves to redeem himself. i hope that the writers think about giving him a redemption arc at some point in the show. anyways, i’m writing this on my phone because i’m not able to write on tumblr on my laptop at the moment, so sorry if you see ANY terrible grammatical errors. i hope this makes up for the WEEKS of lack of posting new fics (or really ANYTHING). i’ve been helping my family to prepare our new house and pack before we move in and we don’t have wifi there yet (and the service is kinda crappy). so, that’s one of the main reasons for me writing this out on my phone. SO, without further ado, i hope this fic is enjoyable. also, hopefully, i’ll be able to have more motivation to write more obx x reader fics because i really love both rafe and jj and i have so many ideas for writing for them!! maybe for kiara and sarah too? i’m not entirely sure though. gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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THE ONE THING SHE COULD say about jj maybank is that he always never fails to surprise her — he could say the same about her.

to a lot of people, of which mostly consists of the kooks — the more wealthiest and supremacist-types — jj maybank is just a reckless piece of trash that can’t resist a fight. whether, it’s physical or verbal.

but, [y/n]? not one single bone in her body feels that way about him, nor thinks of him like that — she didn’t even think of him like that when they barely knew each other.

now, it’s true that she only knew of him — the same for him.

and he was never truly nice to her — it was mostly because of which side of outer banks and family she comes from.

but, that doesn’t mean that [y/n] let the way he treated her, make her give up on needing to prove herself to him.

to her, she has always seen him as a fairly attractive boy that cares deeply for his friends, loves to surf, and doesn’t trust very easily — that’s why he holds so many kooks responsible for the way only a few particular snotty and bratty-like kooks had treated him and his friends in the past.

now, being on separate sides of the community and town — one being a kook, and the other being a pogue — it was very easy for jj to judge her, despite her never joining in on the disgusting traditions that most of the kooks commit towards the pogues.

in fact, she’s always hated it — she has never understood why both groups can’t just accept each other and put their differences aside.

but, to be fair, she’s always been an empath, always wanting to help everyone.

so, having to deal with the whole ‘pogues versus kooks’ tensions has always been very overwhelming for her because she can’t fix it.

too bad jj didn’t know this before he decided that she was just like the rest of them.

but, [y/n] was desperate to prove herself to him.

especially, after hearing a few of his conversations with her best friends about her.

there’d been a few times where the pogues would be hanging out with sarah and kiara — [y/n] had been there long before them — and she’d hear how insulting and cruel jj would be towards her.

as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she hated the fact that someone who didn’t even fully know her was judging her based on her social status.

that’s why she set out to prove him wrong, there being a total of five different times that [y/n] left the maybank boy utterly speechless over her being completely different than he’d first initially thought.

the first time:

“look, [y/n/n]. it’s not that bad of a situation as you may think.” kiara begins to say, but then snaps her mouth shut, upon noticing the deadly glare that her friend directs at her.

“‘not that bad’? kie, do you even hear yourself right now? maybe it doesn’t seem bad for you. but, for me? god, he already hates my guts! how can this not be bad?” [y/n] groans as she paces around her bedroom, opting to freak out, instead of trying to be calm and collected and level-headed — like how she is most of the time.

i guess, there’s a first time for everything.

“hey.” sarah begins to say in a gentle tone, suddenly in front of her best friend and placing her hands on [y/n]’s shoulders, bringing her to stop her pacing and comforting her immensely — she’s always had that kind of comforting affect on her.

“everything’s going to be fine. we convinced jj to give you a chance, alright? and besides… we’re going to be right there with you, okay?” she murmurs once more, hoping to calm down the stressed-out and wide-eyed girl stood in front of her.

[y/n]’s terrified eyes move from sarah’s kind and gentle ones, to kiara’s wise ones.

as her eyes catch her friend’s, it’s as if she’s asking for confirmation.

kiara nods.

sighing in defeat, she nods, before setting down her book on her messy bed as she allows the two girls to drag her out of her bedroom and down the stairs to her living room.

breath hitching in her throat, [y/n] comes face-to-face with the rest of the extremely intimidating pogues.

her nervous eyes catch her best friends’ encouraging ones, instantly feeling out of place.

they both nod, motioning for her to introduce herself.

but, instead, she rushes to turn and run back up the stairs to the safety of her book and her bedroom.

although, her friends are already expecting this and block her way to make it up the stairs.

kiara shakes her head at [y/n] and sarah sighs, before leading her to the couch, near where john b, pope, and jj are sat.

“guys, this is [y/n].” sarah happily introduces her, expecting her friend to make some sort of greeting.

she doesn’t.

after several seconds of [y/n] staring at her fidgeting hands — throughout the awkward silence — she groans.

“you should’ve just left me in my room with my books.” she grumbles.

[y/n]’s response shocked jj — most kooks jump at the opportunity to talk about themselves.

but, [y/n]? she couldn’t feel more sick to her stomach and uncomfortable to be under the spotlight and attention of her best friends’ group of friends.

that day was the most uncomfortable she’d ever felt in her entire life.

even with all of the events she’s forced to go to — this doesn’t really help her very well with her anxiety — the feeling of not being welcomed by the pogues was still one of the worst experiences she’d ever endured.

sure, john b and pope were as welcome as ever — with them being completely in love with sarah and kiara, they trusted them immediately when they insisted, so many times, that even though their best friend happened to be a kook, [y/n] was nothing like rafe, or any of the other cocky kooks that the pogues had to deal with daily.

but, jj, however, was quiet, discreetly observing the nervous girl.

after that day was over, [y/n] went back up to her room, trying to hold back the humiliated tears that tried to desperately escape.

she barely ever left her room after that, too embarrassed of her shy behavior.

she wished that she could just be confident for once. but, the complicated life she lived, made it harder for her.

but, when [y/n] did leave her house again — it was about almost an entire month later — it was to go to the beach and to relax.

little did she know that she’d run into the pogues, including jj.

the second time:

[y/n] was reading her book, feet resting comfortably in between the sand and the water.

she had finally gotten some peace away from the hectic atmosphere of the place she was supposed to call home.

hearing a bunch of hollers, followed by footsteps, she looks up.

there the pogues stand, excited looks on their faces. all except jj, who simply wears a curious expression.

“h—hey, you guys!” [y/n] says, managing to keep the stutters to a minimum.

“hey, [y/n]. reading your book?” pope asks, nodding to the hard copy in her hand.

she nods, grateful to herself for not screwing up yet.

after a few moments of awkward silence, pope clears his throat as he scratches at the back of his head in pure awkwardness.

“well, it was nice talking to you.” he says, before motioning to his girlfriend to follow after him.

“we’re, uh, gonna go out to the water.” he says as quickly as possible, pulling kiara with him, who waves at her friend with a smile, before excitedly racing him into the water.

john b rolls his eyes at his friend’s weirdness.

“yeah, sorry about him. he’s really bad at handling awkward conversations.” he states, letting out his own awkwardness through a small chuckle.

[y/n] nods nervously, before speaking up herself. “he and i have that in common.” her lips twist and press in together to form her famously-known awkward smile.

suddenly, jj speaks up. “hey, kook princess.”

she snaps her head up to look at him, half shocked that he’s even talking directly to her, and the other half hurt that he only sees her as a kook. isn’t she more than just some social status?

“oh… um, hi.” she mumbles, trying to ignore the unshed tears that are now clouding her [y/e/c] eyes.

noticing the hurt look on her best friend’s face, sarah glares at jj, almost as if asking him, “what the hell is your problem?”

jj falters, mentally cursing himself for his words coming out so wrong. idiot, idiot, idiot. the girls just told you that she’s not like the rest of those assholes and only trying to prove herself to you! and what do you do? you call her the one thing she hates being called the most. dumbass.

as more negative thoughts begin to cross his mind, jj bites down onto his bottom lip, trying hard not to be his usual rude self.

now, of course, there’s nothing wrong with him being himself.

except, for the fact that [y/n] is a very sensitive girl.

if he says anything else — similar to the nickname he’d just called her, or any of the other bad things he said about her, without even knowing her — it could ruin any chances of actually getting to know the girl.

john b notices the growing tension growing between both jj and [y/n] and decides that this is the time to pull his girlfriend away from all the awkwardness.

sarah hesitates.

“[y/n/n], are you going to be okay over here?” she asks gently, ignoring the maybank boy as he moves to sit down beside her best friend — she’s obviously annoyed at him for being so insulting towards [y/n], whether it was intentional or not.

sensing the annoyance of his best friend’s girlfriend being directed at him, jj looks down at the sand and starts to trace his fingers around it absentmindedly.

[y/n] sighs and looks up at her friend.

“yep. all good.” she states as she flashes a fake smile towards her worried friend.

sarah wears an unconvinced expression, brows knitting together in further concern for her best friend.

“i promise.” [y/n] states once more, in order to convince her best friend, as she waves her book around in the air as proof.

“see? i’ve got this entire book to myself. now, go have fun with your boyfriend and pope and kie, alright?”

reluctantly, sarah nods and allows john b to tug her to enter the water.

it’s quiet for the next few moments — aside from the excited yells of the rest of the pogues — as [y/n] opens up her book once more.

just when she begins to start reading again, jj nervously clears his throat as he glances over at her.

[y/n] stops reading, waiting for him to say what he needs to, but keeps her eyes trained on her book as she closes it once again.

“i—i’m sorry.” he murmurs quietly, swallowing his pride as she whips her head up in his direction.

“w—what?” she croaks out, due to becoming so emotional over the nickname he’d recently just called her seconds ago.

realizing how dry her throat is, [y/n] shakes her head and clears her throat.

“what do you mean?” she asks again, voice more clear.

“for the way i treated you before knowing you — for insulting you. and for just now calling you ‘kook princess’. i don’t know why i said it, but i genuinely didn’t mean for it to hurt you.” he admits, shrugging as she lets out a breath of shock.

“wow.” she breathes, causing him to quirk a raised brow at her.

“what?” he questions, face going from his once nervous one, to his all-too-familiar cocky one.

“pogue caught your tongue?” he teases, before throwing a wink at her, attempting to lighten the mood with his cheesy pun.

she laughs — real and cute, rather than the fake one she always uses around people she doesn’t trust — and jj finds himself liking the sound.

“no. i just… from the way the girls talked about you — when they were trying to convince me to give you a chance — i’d assumed you were a flirty guy who held his pride against everything else. it’s just refreshing to know you’re not like every other guy around here.” she explains, wearing a thoughtful smile.

jj chuckles, shaking his head.

he doesn’t say anything as a light seems to go off in [y/n]’s head.

“also, don’t worry about hurting me. i’ve been hurt plenty in my life, and i don’t expect for that stop now — i’m used to it.” she murmurs, trying keep her ‘i’m fine’ mask on her face, in order to hide the face of a broken girl with a not-so-perfect-life — she just got him to be, at least, civil with her.

she wasn’t going to do anything that would ruin that.

jj’s eyes widen in shock, again being left speechless by the mysterious girl as she shrugs and goes back to her book.

to say [y/n] left him more curious about her than before, would be an understatement.

before they’d officially met, he knew of her family and was almost absolutely sure that she had this picture perfect life as a kook.

but, hearing those words fall from her lips and upon noticing the far-away look on her face, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else going on in her life — something not-so-great.

if only he knew how bad her life really was.

and sure enough, there was other things going on — things that would surprise him more than the last.

a few weeks later, when she’d been invited by the pogues to hang out with them in town, [y/n] proves jj wrong about having a great life as a kook.

but, sadly, it wasn’t a happy moment of being left surprised — it was more of a terrifying moment for the both of them.

the third time:

“what the hell is this, [y/n]?!” an angry voice exclaims — one belonging only to her ex-boyfriend — as he races over to her and her newfound friends.

she freezes, wincing, as a chill goes through her body over hearing that all-too-familiar voice.

turning to sarah, she utters her words in only a hoarse whisper. “h—he’s right b—behind me, isn’t he?”

[y/n] watches as her friend nervously nods.

ignoring the curious and confused looks of the boys, a trembling sigh leaves her lips as sarah watches her brother, hoping to god he won’t do anything in public.

“oh, god.” [y/n] mumbles shakily, clenching her eyes shut in fear.

kiara steps forward, knowing the terrified look on her friend’s face all-too-well.

“you don’t have to talk to him, y’know? we can go somewhere else.” she murmurs gently, not wanting her friend to go through this alone.

[y/n] opens her eyes and shakes her head, keeping the unshed tears at bay.

“kie, don’t you get it? i can’t. he’ll never leave me alone. i have to.” she whispers, more to herself than to her friend.

kiara nods, sighing.

pope and john b turn to each other, wearing the same confused look, having also noticed how scared the girl is.

jj simply watches [y/n], an unexpected wave of worry and concern over her filling him.

with another trembling sigh leaving her lips, she slowly turns around to face rafe, plastering on a calm, but fake, smile onto her lips.

“hi. h—how are you?” she asks, barely able to get the words out as she walks over to him.

“‘how am i’? oh, man. i wonder how i am, when i see my girlfriend slutting it up with trash and my sister?” he exclaims, directing glares towards the pogues.

[y/n]’s lips form into a frown, brows furrowing.

“rafe, there’s no need to be rude. just because they don’t come from figure eight, doesn’t mean they’re trash.” she shakily says, trying not to talk too much to the point of enraging him.

“and secondly, i think you’re forgetting that we’re not together anymore.” she mumbles uncomfortably, glancing away from him to notice the crowd of people that have started to watch the exchange between the ex-couple.

rafe’s eyes — ones that she used to absolutely adore — light up in irritation.

“how dare you talk to me like that?” he spits out, instantly grabbing onto her wrist — a little too harshly, might i add — causing a shocked, but scared, gasp to leave her lips as she looks up at him again through fear.

despite not knowing her that well, jj steps forward, jaw clenching as he notices the familiarly terrified look on [y/n]’s face — he knows abuse when he sees it.

sarah notices too, stepping forward. “rafe, let go of her! you’re hurting her!” she exclaims, glaring at him.

rafe ignores her.

instead, he yanks [y/n]’s arm and pulls her into an alley, away from the pogues, assuming they’ll mind their own business.

he slams her against the wall, only becoming more frustrated by every second as she whimpers in absolute terror.

as his breaths become more shallow, trying to calm himself down, the pogues arrive at the end of the alley, watching the situation unfold before their eyes in shock.

“rafe—” [y/n] begins to say, only for him to lose it and abruptly back-hand her in a harsh slap.

a sharp cry leaves her lips as she shakily lifts her hand up to cup her now red and marked cheek.

“did i fucking say you could speak?” rafe seethes angrily as the pogues gasp in shock — all of them, except for jj, who begins to start walking forward in clear frustration and beginning to feel a strong protective instinct for [y/n].

rafe looks up, noticing jj walking forward and the rest of the pogues following behind him.

not feeling like dealing with them, he turns back to his ex-girlfriend and spits in her face, “stay the fuck away from them.”

then, he lets go of her and walks off before jj can quite reach him.

the girls rush over to their friend as [y/n] falls to the ground in a state of both shock and pain.

“[y/n]! are you okay?” kiara cries out, tears falling to her cheeks as she and sarah try to lift [y/n] up.

as jj catches [y/n]’s eyes, worry takes over him as he notices her expression.

“i—i’m fine. i’m fine.” she says, looking like she’s lost in her own thoughts.

there’s a look in her eyes, one that makes all of the pogues share the same concerned expressions.

that day was a huge wake-up call for [y/n].

now that her friends had witnessed that entire situation between rafe and herself — it was sadly a normal occurrence — she had a lot of explaining to do.

the pogues had brought her back to the chateau.

they also let her shower and calm down a bit, before they actually sat her down and asked her about what had happened with her ex-boyfriend.

but, when she explained it, that what happened in the alley wasn’t the first time, that’s when they all put the pieces together — rafe was abusing her throughout most of their relationship.

sarah and kiara were nonetheless shocked, since they’re [y/n]’s best friends and hadn’t known that information — all they knew was that rafe was emotionally abusive towards her, not physically abusive.

they’d gotten up and hugged [y/n] so tightly she almost couldn’t breathe, both crying about how sorry they were.

although, sarah was sorry more than anyone else, feeling so guilty that her brother would do those terrible things to her best friend.

john b and pope didn’t ask her to talk about her experiences, but made sure she knew that they’d always be there for her.

and jj? well, let’s just say they became a lot more closer than before.

but, the next time she leaves him shocked, it’s more of a pained shock than anything else.

the fourth time:

her current conversation with kiara is abruptly interrupted when [y/n]’s eyes catch something across the area of john b’s place that absolutely breaks her heart.

her heart stops as she gapes at the scene before her, kiara’s statement going completely over her head as she freezes and her phone slips right through her now shaky hands.

the carrera girl herself stops her statement when she jumps in surprise at the sound of [y/n]’s phone hitting the ground.

“[y/n/n]? honey, what’s going on?” she questions, waiting for her friend to answer her.

but, she doesn’t.

[y/n]’s [y/e/c] eyes fill up with blinding tears as she continues to watch jj and his random hookup dance in the middle of the boneyard.

kiara decides to watch what her friend is clearly watching in pain.

both [y/n] and kiara watch as the touron practically shoves her tongue down the maybank boy’s throat.

after noticing the devastation and heartache in her friend’s tearful gaze, kiara places a gentle hand on [y/n]’s shoulder.

she gives her an understanding nod, when [y/n] jumps in shock, snapping out of her daze, and turning to her. 

kiara drops down to the ground to hand her friend her dropped phone. 

once [y/n] has her cell phone in her hands, she shoves it into her back pocket and sighs shakily.

looking back over at kiara, [y/n] nods back to her, motioning for her to lead her to the beer keg as a distraction from the fact that the boy she’s grown to love is flirting with someone other than her.

but, letting [y/n] use alcohol as a distraction probably wasn’t the best idea.

especially, because of her family’s history of alcoholism — although, this is something [y/n] had kept a secret from the pogues, including, sarah and kiara. 

so, how could kiara have known that her best friend’s family are mostly alcoholics?

or that things at home haven’t been all-perfect for [y/n] — like everyone had assumed.

how could she have known that the reason [y/n] always rejected the idea of drinking, or ever going near alcohol, was because she didn’t want to become the one thing she hates the most?

and how could she know that because of the fact that she saw jj with some other girl, it had been the final and last straw that made [y/n] give up on fighting her alcoholic gene and just let herself mix her emotions with alcohol?

how could anyone know any of those things, when [y/n] rarely ever opens up about her personal life and hates being vulnerable?

but, it didn’t matter that she was on the verge of becoming like her parents.

it didn’t matter, because — soon enough — the truth was going to spill out. one way or another.

it all started when [y/n] had become completely drunk off of her ass and ended up dancing with some touron.

kiara had gone to sit with pope, around the fire, not realizing of the tension that was slowly growing between her two best friends.

and [y/n] was only getting more and more intoxicated by every second.

by this point, jj has already taken notice of this.

it’s almost like a bomb is ticking it’s countdown over the next few minutes as jj and [y/n] stare heatedly at each other; she continues to dance drunkenly with the stranger behind her and jj continues to stare at her with an unreadable expression as the girl beside him tries to desperately grab his attention.

it’s almost as if time has frozen — like everyone else falls away — and it’s just them, staring at each other with equally longing and jealous expressions.

and then, [y/n] annoyedly turns away from him and walks back over to the keg, the stranger following behind her like a lost puppy.

as she fills up her cup once more and goes to down more of the alcohol, she pretends to not care about the fact that jj walks over to them with the girl — the one that he’d been flirting with before — trailing behind with a bored and annoyed look.

“are you done?” he questions in a strained voice, his expression clearly showing how jealous he is. or mad.

but, at this point, [y/n] is too drunk to notice.

an annoyed look crosses her face as she takes one big gulp, before slamming the cup into the guy’s hands from behind her, the drink slightly sloshing around in its cup and hitting the top of his shirt.

then, she turns back to jj, brows arched in that way that always says she’s thinking, “really?”

“excuse me? jj, do you have a problem with me having a good time?” she questions in a surely displeased tone as she cocks her head to the the side as she glares at him, almost challenging him to piss her off — this is a very rare moment for her, considering she’s never this confident.

at this point, the only reason she’s being so confident and open like this, is because of the fact that she’s not even sober at the moment.

his jaw clenches, obviously trying to keep his cool as he speaks next through gritted teeth, “i don’t think you should be drinking so much. especially, when you’re so wasted that you’re not even aware of your own actions.” his voice is so deep and rough that if she weren’t so intoxicated, she’d actually pay attention to the way her heart stops and how her stomach drops at the tone of his voice.

if she weren’t acting out over being jealous, she may even admit how turned on his tone of voice makes her. but, she doesn’t.

instead, she just watches as he nods to the guy behind her, who’s shamelessly and not-so-discreetly checking her out.

as [y/n] turns back to jj, a cocky smirk makes its way to her lips.

“oh my god. you’re—you’re jealous… aren’t you?” she exclaims, bursting into fits of her own drunk version of her normal laughs.

jj’s eyes harden and his jaw clenches even harder than before.

he doesn’t answer, the truth already speaking in volumes.

and before [y/n] can say anything else to tease him, his latest hookup decides to speak up in an annoyed voice. “you have a lot of nerve — treating him like this.”

[y/n]’s eyes narrow into a glare as her eyes catch the one’s behind her best friend.

“how about you keep your damn mouth shut, bitch? it’s not my fault that jj can’t just let me have fun for once.” she spits out annoyedly, wondering why this desperate girl was trying to talk to her.

she scoffs.

“are you kidding me? you’ve been teasing him all fucking night. can’t you just let him be happy for once?” the girl exclaims, an angry look on her face as jj rolls his eyes at the cat fight he’s now stuck in the middle of.

[y/n] herself rolls her eyes, before turning back to the touron behind her to grab her drink.

then, she mutters, “whatever,” and stalks past them, hitting her shoulder against the girl’s shoulder.

what’s unexpected though, is the way the girl becomes so pissed off at [y/n]’s behavior that she pushes her at the wrong time.

as one of her heeled feet is about to hit the ground, her other foot twists in an unnatural way and it causes her to fall in the wrong way and hit her head.

that night — after jj rushed her to the hospital to get her head and ankle checked out — was a game changer for the two of them.

not only did [y/n] remember the way she had acted — and hated herself for it so much that she refused to touch alcohol ever again — but she and jj had grown closer than ever, their feelings almost becoming more well-known.

it had become incredibly obvious that they were both jealous that night at the party.

but still, only to everyone, except for them.

and the very last time that she left jj speechless? it was the worst moment yet.

because things at home were only worse for [y/n] than jj — or the rest of the pogues — had anticipated.

and jj sure as hell wasn’t expecting them to have so many things in common.

the fifth time:

sniffling, she wipes away the tears that keep falling — despite her trying to will them to stay at bay — as the breathless sobs leave her body.

[y/n] walks up the steps to her bedroom — her only safe space — as she tries to ignore the aching and agonizing pain throughout all over her body.

her parents had been their normal drunk selves, barely holding on because of how completely intoxicated they were.

and [y/n] had cautiously limped inside the living room and her nervous eyes and scared expression was all it took for them to start their violent hits that always left her feeling broken and traumatized.

and here she is, crying her eyes out in pain and on the verge of a panic attack as she enters her room and slides down the door shakily, once she quietly shuts it.

although, what she isn’t expecting, is to find jj sitting on her bed at that single moment, confused, to say the least.

he obviously snook in through her bedroom window to check on her — like he’d been doing for the past week, ever since her accident at the party.

“princess? what—what happened?” he questions, ignoring her shocked expression and moving to kneel down in front of her, cautiously touching her face to assess the dark marks on her face.

sniffling, she cries once more.

“j…” she trails off in a broken voice, not sure of how to explain the situation.

he furrows his brows confusedly for a few seconds.

and then, it’s as if he finally puts all the pieces together. “d—did your parents do this?” he questions, tone full of both of worry and heartache for her.

too embarrassed of the entire situation, she just nods, tears spilling down to her cheeks.

noticing them, jj gently wipes them away, as if they were never there.

but, as she begins to cry more by every second, his heart breaks in half — he never wanted her to ever experience the things that he does.

and he nearly can’t breathe at the sight of her so broken and hurt.

—————

“YOU ALRIGHT?” JOHN B QUESTIONS gently towards the now quiet girl, who’s sitting on his couch, knees tensely pressed to her chest as she stares off into space.

after finding out about her abuse, jj brought [y/n] over to the chateau.

but, little did either of them know that he was going to leave her so speechless by the end of the day — more speechless than even she had left him.

[y/n] doesn’t answer her friend.

she doesn’t hear him — his voice sounds so far away that she doesn’t even bother paying attention to it.

and even as some of the others try to get her attention, she still doesn’t answer.

she’s too far stuck in her thoughts.

all she can think about is why and how things have gotten so bad for her.

she also wonders where jj is.

because — at the end of the day — he’s the only one that can calm her down and make her feel safe.

and he’s nowhere to be seen.

sighing in defeat, john b nods for the rest of his friends to meet him in the kitchen and away from their friend in order to give her the space she needs.

“do you know what’s going on?” sarah asks worriedly, concern for her friend seeping through her tone of voice.

he shakes his head regretfully.

“all i know is that jj brought her here earlier. she’s been out most of the time, before you guys got here. but, i have a feeling that whatever’s going on, it has to do with the new marks on her face.” he states, becoming worried himself.

as much as kiara, sarah, and jj had grown incredibly close to the girl, [y/n] had also grown to look up to john b — pope, too — as a big brother.

and john b sees her as a little sister he needs to protect.

so, seeing her in this numb state of shock and obvious pain breaks his heart.

at the mention of [y/n]’s newly-added bruises, the group glances back at her, easily noticing the panicking expression on her face and the uneven breaths leaving her.

kiara — she notices this is the same behavior [y/n] had after they found out about rafe — inhales sharply, before turning back to john b.

“do you think rafe got to her? you know he hasn’t been very nice about her being friends with us.” she asks him, anxiously gnawing on her bottom lip.

the door of the chateau suddenly opens and jj walks inside, causing everyone to stop their hushed whispering.

the pogues don’t say anything as they watch jj walk over to [y/n], who’s breathing has become much more heavier and shallower.

she doesn’t notice him at first, her eyesight completely blurry as she worries about the panic attack that she’s almost about on the verge of.

she hears him call out her name.

but, when she feels his hand placing itself onto her one of her ankles — trying to bring her any comfort that he can — she snaps out of her thoughts.

[y/n] looks down at him, her vision clearing, once she blinks away the blurriness a few times.

her tears roll down her cheeks, still struggling to breathe a bit, but seeing jj calms her down instantly.

“j?” she questions shakily, voice hoarse as she reaches out to touch his hand, as if he wasn’t really there in front of her and would disappear once she touched him.

realizing this, his eyes soften and he places his other hand over hers, squeezing it to reassure her that everything is going to be fine.

“yeah, i’m here.” he murmurs softly, a gentle smile placed on his lips.

john b — along with pope and sarah — watch the exchange between both jj and [y/n] in shock, considering they’ve never seen their friend so worried and affectionate towards another girl.

but, [y/n]’s different.

kiara, however, watches with a prideful expression, after having seen her two friends act this way with each other so many times since they met.

there was just something about their connection.

[y/n] smiles appreciatively down at him, eyes twinkling with adoration for the boy knelt in front of her.

jj’s breath almost gets caught in his throat at the way she looks at him — the way that he’s been longing for, for months now.

although, before he can say anything, john b clears his throat.

jj whips his head up to confusedly look at his friend, who simply nods for him to follow him and their friends into the kitchen.

hesitant on leaving [y/n], jj turns back to face her.

“go ahead. i’ll be outside.” she softly murmurs, moving to stand up.

as jj nods, she walks out the door and into the warm weather, hoping the sun will help her feel better.

as the maybank boy walks into the kitchen, meeting his friends with a confused expression, he waits for them to ask the question he knows they’re all desperate to ask.

“jj, what happened? did rafe do… th—that to her?” sarah questions, hoping that her brother has given up on harassing and abusing her friend.

after hearing the name of [y/n]’s ex-boyfriend, jj can’t help it as his jaw ticks.

“no, sarah. rafe didn’t do this. it was her parents. she said that they’re alcoholics and that’s why she doesn’t drink because she doesn’t want to turn into them. and apparently, this hasn’t been the first time that they’ve… hurt her.” he states in a strained voice, barely able to think about all the terrible things she’s been put through for the past months.

the rest of the pogues gape at him, surely appalled at the information about their friend.

however, sarah and kiara are the most shocked of all of them.

sure, the boys — except for jj, of course — of the group care very much about [y/n] like a sister.

but, the girls, are her best friends.

and just like finding out about rafe’s abusive behavior towards [y/n], this is yet another secret that they hadn’t known about.

so, of course, it’s going to hurt them to realize the whole truth of their assumed-happy friend.

and to realize that [y/n] was only faking her happiness and pretending her life was at least good, hurts them to even think about.

“so, she’s been suffering and feeling completely miserable this entire time… and none of us noticed?” sarah questions, tears starting to become visible.

noticing the upset behavior of his girlfriend, john b, also in shock, moves to put an arm around her shoulder and pulls her into his embrace, allowing her to feel some sort of comfort over this new information.

“w—well, why didn’t she tell us?” kiara questions, both emotional and irritated, clearly showing how upset she is that her friend hasn’t told her about something so big in her life that’s been causing her unhappiness and god knows what else.

ignoring the irritated tone of his close friend, jj sighs.

“she probably felt embarrassed and didn’t want to burden us. i mean, you guys all know how i was acting, when i was first going through the same thing with my dad — it’s not something you want to admit, or talk about.” as jj finishes defending [y/n]’s actions — despite, feeling sad himself that she didn’t tell him sooner — pope nods in agreement.

“guys… you know that he’s right. we all know that [y/n] hates being vulnerable and opening up. in fact, we know the most that she thinks that she has to be happy, all the time, and pretend to be fine because she doesn’t want us to see her pain,” pope says, pausing as kiara sighs but nods, and john b and sarah silently agree with their friend. “it’s not her fault that she feels that way. habits are hard to break. so, all we can do now, is support her and be there for her and help her in any way we can. because she’s more than just a friend to us — she’s family. and what do we do for family?” he questions seriously, feeling protective over his friend and understanding why she hid this secret from them and yet, still remaining on her side.

kiara frowns, already knowing the answer before she utters it, feeling guilty for being so upset with her friend — she knows she’d understand [y/n]’s decision more than anyone else. “we protect and take care of family.”

as kiara says what they’re all thinking, john b sighs. “and that’s what we’re going to do.” he states, starting to walk towards the door, but jj stops him.

“wait.” jj says, grabbing onto his friend’s shoulder.

john b turns to him, confusion written on his features.

“what? we need to show her that she can talk to us and that we’re not going abandon her.” he continues to say, not understanding his friend’s actions.

“i know. but, she’s clearly overwhelmed by everything. if we all go over there and try to talk about what happened, she’ll feel smothered and uncomfortable. even though you have good intentions, we need to give her the space she needs.” jj explains, raising a brow at john b.

john b sighs in defeat, nodding.

as he begins to walk back to his girlfriend, he stops as he realizes something.

“you know what?” he asks out loud as he turns back to his best friend.

jj raises his eyebrows in question, waiting for him to continue on.

“i think you’re right that we shouldn’t talk to her. however, you should.” john b continues, a small smirk on his lips, looking as if he knows something that jj doesn’t.

jj’s brows furrow in confusion.

“what? what are you talking about, dude?” he questions, looking past his friend to see if the others know what he’s talking about.

but, whether they do or not, they don’t show it.

“everyone here knows you’re in love with her. it’s obvious. and guess what? she so-happens to be in love with you too. so, you’re the only person that she’d possibly actually accept to let in or to talk to.” john b states as if the truth is so obvious.

and you know what? he’s right.

but the thing is, jj doesn’t want to admit that he’s right.

in fact, he’s in denial.

“wha—dude, no. i don’t know what you’re talking about. i only see her as a sister, alright?!” jj exclaims through only denial and irritation, lying through his teeth and throwing his hands up in the air incredulously. 

the truth is, he’s scared of his feelings and what it could do to his friendship with [y/n].

i mean, ever since she came into his life, she changed him.

and she saw something in him that he never saw in himself and it terrifies him.

john b gives him a pointed look. “yeah, you do, jj.” he murmurs, noticing the scared look in his eyes.

jj stammers, “n—no. i can’t.” he digs his fingers into his messy blonde hair, stressed out of his mind.

“you do. and it scares you. i know it does, because i can see the look on your face. but, so is she — it’s why she hasn’t said anything to you. but, it doesn’t matter how scared you guys are. because she needs you more than anything right now. and deep down, you know it too, jj.” kiara says this time, stepping towards him.

jj sputters nervously, not understanding how he can actually deny his feelings to the point of his friends actually believing it.

“i know you’re scared. it’s understandable. but, don’t you know that that’s what falling for someone is? love always requires sacrifice. in this case, it’s yours and [y/n]’s fear of getting hurt and of ruining your friendship. but, you have to do it.” kiara says once more, placing a comforting hand on the maybank boy’s shaking arm.

jj shakily nods, taking in a deep breath.

after seeing their friend’s acceptance, sarah and pope step forward with supportive smiles.

“go get the girl, buddy.” pope encouragingly states and jj nods.

then, he’s rushing outside, only to find [y/n] at the shore of the beach, her feet dipping into the cool water.

“hey, princess.” he calls out, quickly getting her attention.

she smiles and waves as he walks over.

“hey, j. is everything okay with our friends?” she questions worriedly.

he sighs and nods, heart fluttering at the worry she has for him.

“y—yeah. everything’s fine. don’t worry about it, okay?” he murmurs, moving to sit down beside her.

she nods, deciding to move closer to him and lean her head on his shoulder.

but, as she begins to remember the terrible things she’s been through — for so long — tears resurface.

“when did everything get so bad?” she questions in a trembling tone of voice.

hearing the pain in her voice, jj turns to her and presses a kiss to her temple.

“i know you’ve been through a lot. but, if anyone can get through it, it’s you.” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“god… what did i do to deserve a friend like you?” she questions, tears escaping to her cheeks as his heart stops at the word ‘friend’.

“speaking of being friends, i—i need to tell you something, [y/n].” he murmurs nervously, causing her to turn to him confusedly.

“the thing is… i—i’m in love with you. i’ve been for awhile. i just didn’t admit it because i was scared of rejection and of ruining our friendship. the truth is, i knew there was something special about you. sure, i was cautious of you and i didn’t trust you right away. but, there was something about you that i just couldn’t shake. and ever since we met, i’ve found myself falling deeper in love with you every single day. i’ve never felt this way about anyone. and if you’ll have me, i want to see where this goes and i wanna try it out.” he says, after a few seconds of growing some confidence and courage.

[y/n] gapes in shock, not sure that any of this is real.

but, when she doesn’t answer, he assumes the worst.

sighing, he mumbles, “i’m sorry. forget i brought any of this up.”

but, before he can fully stand up, she shakily and nervously grabs onto his forearm and tries to ignore the anxiety rumbling deep within her as she pulls him towards her.

then, she kisses him.

a sound of shock leaves his mouth, but when he realizes what’s happening, he kisses her back with so much love for her that they both find themselves pulling away for much needed air.

“w—wow.” [y/n] murmurs, a huge grin placed on her lips.

he smirks, no longer nervous at all.

“i take it that means you feel the same?” he questions with waggling eyebrows.

“well, yeah. i don’t kiss my friends like that.” she sarcastically states, raising her eyebrows up at him.

“i sure as hell fucking hope not.” he grumbles, before pulling her in for another kiss, pulling her onto his lap, so that she’s straddling him.

she giggles in between kisses, feeling the happiest she’s ever felt before.

[princessbrunette]

being the spoiled, ex prom queen, cheerleader, kook princess — who also happens to be rafe cameron’s toxic ex girlfriend.

you had to give credit where it was due. since you’d dumped rafe, he’d stepped his game up. you didn’t know how he did it, where he got all the money and the alleged gold, but you had to say, you were impressed. you knew he hoped you’d be watching his moves, knew it was most likely to impress you. turning up to one of his infamous tanny hill parties alone was a weak moment on your end, but you’d be damned if you were going to let him know that.

heads turn when you enter, not just because you were the infamous ex girlfriend, but because you looked good— and you wouldn’t have it any other way, stepping through the crowd confidently holding back a giggle at the sight of rafe boredly talking to a girl who looked like she’d taken a dip into your wardrobe. cute.

as soon as he sees you, he’s doing a double take — quickly pointing her in the direction of his friend and all but shooing her away, attempting to seem nonchalant all at the same time. you take your cue, walking over to him already holding an air of mischief, given away by the impish smile you wear.

“can i help you with something?” he drawls, but he can’t help the way the corner of his lips turn upward, or the way his eyes rake over your little outfit.

“mm, i don’t know. thought i’d swing by for old times sake, see what you were up to.” you sigh, eyes dragging down to his button up shirt, your hand reaching out to fiddle with a button. “this is cute.” you add on quietly.

“you think i don’t know that face? you want something so… out with it, please.” he blinks at you, going to remove your hand from him but he holds onto it.

“i can’t just say hi?” you bat your eyelashes with obvious faux innocence, tilting your head. “came here ‘cos i’m bored. play with me.” you step closer, not removing your doe eyes from him for a second as you invade his space. he sucks in a breath of self restraint, shifting on his feet.

“play with— that what you’re doin’ now? finally settin’ that pride aside for some dick, do i have that correct? you—you know i heard you were fucking on that maybank kid. so what… he not doin’ it for you? hm?” he stares down at you, eyes hanging low at the lust he was holding back.

“where’d you hear that? you keeping tabs on me rafey? that’s sweet.” you pur, smoothing his linen shirt down with your hands, manicured nails scratching him lightly through the fabric.

“people talk, alright?” he breaks his gaze, mainly to look around to see if any of his friends were watching him act like a total pussy whipped bitch over his ex.

“hmm. thought it was above you to listen to rumours. anyway, who said i want anything for myself? maybe i miss doing other things.” you defend, voice soft and velvety as a feather. to sell your point, your stand on your tiptoes, pulling him in closer to speak quietly into his ear. your glossed lips graze his jaw as you speak, leaving your pink mark on him. “c’mon daddy, just let me suck it a little. don’t you miss it?” you all but moan, and he licks his lips before his eyes flutter in irritated self control, nostrils flaring.

“you know it’s — it’s not fair to play with me like that. just… toying around with me when you’re bored. it’s sick, okay? you understand that?” he complains, pants tightening involuntarily.

you giggle, reaching behind him to the drinks table and plucking out a straw before dropping it into his drink and taking it out his hand, sucking the harsh liquid through the straw for a moment, “fine… you really want me to go… i’ll go.” you spin on your heel, taking one smug step before he winces at his own decisions, looking around and following you closely.

“shit, wait— okay?” he blurts and you freeze, slowly spinning back to him with a smile. he stares at you for a beat, lips parted in thought before he speaks. “are you… actually fucking jj maybank?”

you stare, thinking up a response before you look around. “does it matter? where’s your little girlfriend anyway?” there’s some victory for him, because he can hear the bitterness in your tone. he takes another step forward, lips pursed.

“shes not my girlfriend, a’ight? and — and yes it matters. okay? shit, seems like you’re keeping tabs on me. you know if you miss me you can just use your damn words.”

“miss you? my friend said she saw you sitting in your car alone blasting bryson tiller. you miss me.” you bite back a laugh and he closes the space between you until there was barely a gap between your bodies, the oldest cameron looming over you.

“gonna deny it, huh? saying… you don’t miss me?” he challenges and you widen your eyes up at him, switching the innocent act on once more.

“miss you? but you were so mean? how could i miss that? i do however, miss this.” your hand snakes down his stomach and cups his alarmingly hard bulge through his pants making him tense up, looking around before smacking your hand away.

“chill — yeah? we’re in public, i don’t know if you realised.”

“so let’s go somewhere more private.” you propose, staring him down. he knows if he does, it’ll only be you that gets what you want — but he can’t resist, pressing his lips together with a nod.

“fine, okay. shit… such a little brat, ‘know that?”

“mhm, you love it.” you grin, letting him lead you through the house to the bedroom upstairs.

[princessbrunette]

ex rafe being so dismissive when you come to tanneyhill with his things being like you can keep em cuz I’ll be in your place and just acting like it’s a 3 day break

⊹ ₊ ˚ 🎀 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ♡

that’s so hot m sorry !!!! like he lets you throw your little fits and tantrums, ranting away about how this time you’re for real! its over for good! and he’s just like “yeah yeah, make it quick a’ight? m’on the phone here.” with his phone wedged between his shoulder and ear, just completely unphased by you walking in the house and grabbing all your stuff 😭

he’s in and out the room literally just doing his own thing and you’re pouting and muttering to yourself about some ‘i’ll show him’ bs 😭 you just wanna get under his skin cos you want him to take you seriously! when he finally hangs up, he walks in — fingers tapping away at his screen as he writes an email, glancing up at you.

“just so you know, i’m keeping this!” you stuff one of his expensive watches into your shoulder bag for no particular reason and he looks up from his screen, not giving a fuck.

“uh-huh. keep it.”

“i will!”

“good on you. we done here? i’m busy.” he drawls and you huff and puff, on the verge of tears — and he doesn’t want you to be upset, so on the way out he hits you with “and just so you know i’ll be over around noon to pick you up tomorrow. dont miss me too much baby, jesus.” he rolls his eyes and you have to fight yourself not to smile because yay ^_^!!!!

⊹ ₊ ˚ 🎀 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ♡

[princessbrunette]

princess, ex!rafe is making me so 😔🩷🥺❤️ I love how much he still loves her and how vulnerable he’s learning to be with his feelings. he just wants his girl back home <3

yes hehehe ♡ he can play it cool n like he’s in charge as much as he wants to but at the end of the day he’d be willing to put everything aside to beg for her to come home

[rafecameroninterlude]

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honeymoon (rafe cameron)

rafe cameron (best friends brother!) mini series - in order

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frat!rafe x tutor!reader

dealer!rafe x pogue!reader

dealer!rafe x rockstar gf!reader

businessman!rafe x assistant!reader

cowboy!rafe x farmer’s daughter!reader

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after hours - businessman!rafe x assistant!reader

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69 w frat!rafe

exbf!rafe who calls you at 1am

reader leaving rafe after he cheats

rafe giving in to you when he has to leave

soft(ish)!dom rafe taking reader’s virginity

toxic!rafe manhandling toxic!bratty!reader

frat!rafe x tutor!reader doing self care sunday

reader finding out + telling rafe she’s pregnant

friends w benefits!rafe getting high with reader

rafe eating you out while forcing your legs open

giving dealer!rafe head after a good night of business

bsf!rafe showing inexperienced!reader how neck kisses feel

frat!rafe sending spicy pics to reader while she’s in a lecture

cockwarming with stepbro!rafe until he finally pounds you from behind

dealer!rafe dragging you out of a party after arguing with a girl for being all over him

toxic!reader finding out rafe went to the strip club with topper and kelce after she told him no

rafe fingering you until you’re crying, begging him to stop

rafe fingering you at a party with topper and kelce nearby

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