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floydsmuse · 10 months

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Meggy dearest, ask and ye shall receive for the brain is an endless pantry full of thoughts/thots and just know that if ever you want me to actually write anything for you, the ask box is always open, I don't bite unless somebody else tried to bite first (lol).

We've seen work life with Cal x wifey!reader, but what about at home?? I don't think we've really looked at that much (lol).

Of course you and Cal have been married for a while and as a result you've gotten to know his family really well......maybe a little too well (lol).

Calvin and his baby brother, John, were adopted as babies from an orphanage (I kinda feel like it was a situation similar to J. R.R Tolkien where they were under the temporary care of a priest). His adopted father, Henry Evans Jr., was a Marine who had served in World War I and later in Nicaragua under Chesty Puller, while his adopted mom, Patricia had been a World War I combat nurse at Belleau Wood. Both of them were really, really young when all that was going on and had a few older children before adopting Cal and John when they were little. Even in his adult years, Calvin remained close with Father McDowell and asked him if he wouldn't mind marrying you two when the time came.

Everything you learned about the kitchen came from Patricia. You swore up and down from the day you met her, that this woman was a kitchen witch in disguise. She had an entire cabinet full of recipes that were handed down from her family members, including one that she complied herself and that you both jokingly refer to as "the grimoire". She's also got a ton of home remedies that work like a charm. One time, Cal came down with a bone cracking bout of bronchitis at the beginning of winter and as soon as he came through the door, hacking his brains out, Patricia beckoned you into the kitchen, told you to boil some water and to throw a bunch of blood oranges and mulling spices into the pot (star anise, cinnamon, cloves, cardamom, allspice and black peppercorns). As soon as that was all boiled down, she made Cal drink it and oh did it clear him the fuck up!! (lol).

Dad on the other hand was a bit of a different story (lol).

Henry has the sickest sense of humor you have ever seen, like this man has absolutely no filter whatsoever but you and Cal absolutely LOVE IT!!! He was the one who taught Cal not only how to fix the car, the furnace etc. but he also fed Cal's love of chemistry (hell, any kind of science if I'm being honest). The one thing that Patricia probably could've done without though was Henry teaching their son to swear in six different languages (lol).

"Henry, if you teach any of the grandbabies those filthy, dirty words that you taught our kids, I'll send you running from that garage!"

"Pat I used to blow shit up in the jungle for a living, nothing you say or do could possibly scare me any more!"

Because of her nursing background, you often ask Patricia if she wouldn't mind coming to help with lectures down at the college. She's always happy to be a part of it no matter what and the girls absolutely LOVE HER!!!! One time however, she put a snobby admin in their place and the way she spoke had even Six-Thirty sitting up a little straighter and crossing his paws (lol).

"Young man, I had to earn my stripes in the middle of a shelled out church in France, rearraigning men's guts day after day while everywhere else was having the living daylights pounded out of them," she said. "So until you yourself have been there, I suggest you sit up a little straighter, keep your legs crossed, shut your mouth and mind your own business." (lol).

And of course there's Six-Thirty, your husband and father-in-law's favorite companion. When you and Cal found out you were expecting your first child together, that dog became soooooo protective of you it wasn't even funny. If anybody on campus even remotely looked at you the wrong way, Six-Thirty would go from sweetest dog in the world to one nasty son of a bitch in a snap. He, like Cal, especially hated D'Nadi after the slimeball tried to have you fired for being pregnant but thankfully, partially due to the stinkbomb incident, the college president (who was raising his own grandchildren) fired D'Nadi and anybody else who was spreading the petty bullshit around. Truth be told too, he never minded Six-Thirty wandering into his office to deliver important papers and memos (lol).

*BOUNUS!*

Six-Thirty is a seriously gentle giant with your baby. She cries in the middle of the night? He's waking you and Cal before anybody else has a chance. Weird noises flying around the house? He's guarding her crib like her life depends on it, even if it's just the house settling in the frigid, winter weather. She'll hug his whole face with her little body if she can which makes Cal laugh like an idiot, but oh God when she starts sitting up on her own, Six-Thirty plays this weird game with her where he'll drag her through the house on her blanket. It actually got to the point where you and Cal had no choice but to put up a baby gate near the stairs that went upstairs and in front of the basement entrance in the kitchen (lol).

Meggy I was expecting only to make an appetizer and instead I gave you a whole meal (lol).

Mary my darling! i seriously am living for all of your thoughts/thots & i absolutely love reading them 🥰 i’m sorry it took me a few days to get back to you. i’ve just been a bit busy & didn’t have the time to really sit down to dive into this, but i’m here & ready to read what amazing things you’ve come up with!

~ oooh! i love that you’ve decided to add Calvin’s family into the mix :) just wanna say on a side note, that i love that you mentioned J.R.R. Tolkien in regards to Calvin’s younger brothers. i am a huge lotr nerd & love the world of Tolkien! anyways… Calvin’s adoptive father being a marine & adoptive mother being a nurse just makes so much sense to me!

~ i like the idea of wifey learning how to cook from Cal’s mom! calling her a “kitchen witch” is just so funny to me😂 but i love it! & i love that she has been able to make up & create these home remedies that help with different sicknesses. i have a feeling that Calvin would also use these remedies when you fall sick or are not feeling the best. i also believe that he would use them with yours & Cal’s children. your babies would call Calvin, “the magic doctor”🥹 because once he whips up one of these “potions” (remedies) & they have a taste, they would feel better instantly & with such ease :,) ugh just the idea of Calvin with kids is making me all 🫠🥰😍

~ i love the idea of Calvin’s dad having a good sense of humor! i love a good laugh & i know people who also don’t have a filter, which can certainly be a trip! okay but i love how you said that his dad was the one who helped fuel his love for chemistry🥹 that’s so sweet! & omg haha. the whole part about Pat warning Henry not to curse in front of the grand babies & also teaching Cal how to curse in 6 different languages is sooo funny! it just seems like such a dad thing to do.

~ aww! momma Evans going into the college to help out with wifeys lectures & the students loving her is just awesome! i love it. ooh! & it seems like momma has got some fire in her, telling up that admin! as she should!! 😌

~ Six-Thirty is the best companion anyone could ask for & i completely agree that he would be super protective of wifey! he would be glued to your feet & would even sleep with his head gently lying on your belly during bedtime. he would even experience the moments where the baby would kick & he’d feel it🥹 making him perk up & look at you! he’d also protect your babies & be like an almost “bodyguard” to them :,) this is making me so soft !! oof damn D’Nadi! 😤 always causing unnecessary disrupt! i can’t stand him! but i’m glad wifey could still keep her job, thanks to the college president stepping in.

~ STOP IT RN. im actually going to sob, MARY !!! you are so right! Six-Thirty would be like the ultimate protector for your little baby. he would so alert Calvin & Wifey, as soon as the baby even starts to fuss. he would definitely guard the baby’s crib & wouldn’t leave their side no matter what. okay but Six-Thirty dragging baby around on a blanket in the house is such an interesting thing to imagine😅 but you know he’d be so gentle & baby would be letting out a fit of little squeals & giggles🥹 UGH I NEED A FIC WITH CAL, WIFEY, BABY & PROTECTOR SIX-THIRTY! i BEG PLSSS🥹😭💗

i can’t with all of this. your brain, Mary! these thoughts were just everything! thank you soo much for sharing them with me!! i seriously get such a kick out of reading them ! you have so many amazing ideas :,) i’m loving it all <3 ty again for this my darling! mwah😘

#calvin evans #calvin thoughts/thots <3 #lessons in chemistry #calvin evans x reader

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tbmaybank · 3 years

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hey!! Could you write something where the reader and jj are best friends and the reader has never gotten high but when jj asks her if she wants to have a smoke sesh she says yes cause she’s embarrassed to say that she’s never gotten high so once they’ve gotten high she just gets really giggly and starts saying a bunch of stupid stuff and then says she likes jj but then she gets really embarrassed and tries to blame it on being high but then jj tells her to shut up and kisses her just a really fluffy ending :)

Warnings: marijuana use

A/N: hope this was what you had in mind! Enjoy!!

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JJ Maybank. Your best friend. You guys had met 2 years ago, when partnered for a project in science class, and have been inseparable ever since. You’ve become friends with the Pogues as well, but you didn’t have the bond with any of them that you did with JJ. You two spent almost every moment together, he would even crash at your house when things were rough at home and didn’t want to bother John B again.

Still, there were some things he didn’t know about you. For one, you had never gotten high. Which, with his love of it, is surprising he’s never found out. Every time he had offered for you to smoke with him in the past, you’d had excuses on why you couldn’t. Your go to excuse was that being on sports teams, you could get drug tested at any time, and didn’t want to be kicked off the teams. Yeah, you could have been honest with him. He really wouldn’t have cared, but you were embarrassed about it for some reason. You weren’t against it, the main reason you haven’t tried it is you didn’t wanna do or say something stupid that would embarrass you.

You hear a tapping on your window, and look to see JJ out there. Opening you window, you whisper so your parents don’t hear. “In trouble again, Maybank?”

“No, I just wanted to hang out. Come out here with me.” He says, flashing you his best smile.

You roll your eyes but smile anyway, and move to climb out your window. “So where we going?” You ask once you’re outside.

“Places.” He says, grabbing your hand and dragging you along with him. You try to ignore the way your heart flutters when he does this, pushing away any of those thoughts.

After a few minutes, you guys arrive at the beach. It’s late, so no ones around. JJ finds a spot to sit, close to the water but not too close.

“We’re graduated, you know.” He says once you guys get situated in the sand.

“Yes, I’m aware of this.” You say, confused on why he’s bringing this up.

“So… no more possibilities of drug tests.” He says, holding up a joint, smiling.

Oh. I nod, smiling with him. What else can I do? Oh actually I was lying, that was never the reason I just don’t wanna get high in front of you for the first time and embarrass myself.

I watch as he lights it, takes a hit for himself, and passes it to me.

Well here goes nothing. I think to myself. I take the joint and put it to my lips and inhale. Immediately I start coughing.

“I probably should have warned you that this is like really good stuff.” He says while giggling.

“Yeah, probably.” I say between coughs, passing the joint back to him. My coughing starts to calm down, I can already feel the effects washing over you.

“You want more?” He asks. You nod, and take another hit, this time a lot smaller, and only cough a tiny bit.

You two sit in silence for awhile, watching the waves crash to shore. You feel yourself starting to giggle a little, though you’re not sure exactly what you’re laughing at.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, smiling at you.

“I don’t know. I just… like, how many people out there do you think are doing this exact thing? Probably a lot, right? But it feels like it’s just us in this whole world right now. It’s just weird.” You say, still giggling.

“Yeah, you’re stoned.” He says laughing with you.

“No… well, yes, but that’s not it. It’s weird how often there’s probably someone doing exactly what we’re doing. Like right now in Australia there’s probably a boy and girl who are friends sitting on the beach, high, and he probably has no idea she has a crush on him, either.”

JJ sits up straighter when you say this. “What do you mean, either? Do you have a crush on me?”

You feel your cheeks heat up, realizing what you had said. You didn’t mean to let that slip. “Uh… I’m just talking. Super high, you know.” You try backtracking and blaming it on the weed, even though you know it’s not true. “I just was thinking out loud and not really meaning-“

“Will you shut up please?” JJ interrupts, which starts to make you angry, but before you can point out how rude he is, he’s slamming his lips against yours.

You’re shocked, but kiss back right away. His hands go to the side of your face, and yours to his chest. After a minute he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Still wanna blame it on being high?” You look at him, and shake your head no. He kisses you again, this time softer. “How long?” He asks when he pulls away.

“Since we first started hanging out, I guess.”

“Man, I should have made a move a long time ago.” He says, chuckling. “I thought you weren’t interested at all.” He confesses.

“Well, I was. Am. I am.” You say, smiling softly at him.

“Good. Seems like we’ve got a lot of missed time to make up for.” Your lips connect again, and for once you don’t push away the way your heart flutters, or the hopes for something more than friendship with this beautiful blonde boy, you simply let yourself feel everything. And what you feel, is happy.

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #obx imagine

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jjmaybud · 3 years

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bring her home to dad | rafe cameron

summary: BJ’s every parent’s nightmare and rafe brings her home to ward.

pairing(s): rafe cameron x fem!oc, platonic!sarah cameron x fem!oc, platonic!wheezie cameron x fem!oc.

word count: 5.17k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, fluff, angst, ward cameron.

author’s note: i’ve had this idea for a while and it was originally going to be a reader, but i have a lot of ideas for this oc and rafe that may or may not be a coherent story. i don’t know, we’ll see where it goes. this is an au where there isn’t any treasure hunt but like rafe still does coke and dropped out of college and sarah and john b end up dating. no season 2 spoilers! Also, the house they use in the show for Tanneyhill (it’s real name is Lowndes Grove) is actually so beautiful omg you can rent it for weddings!

BJ Bentley was in the passenger seat of her boyfriend’s truck on her way to his house for the first time. Though she’d been in a relationship with Rafe Cameron for the past few months, she understood the reservation he had to take her to meet his father. The dark tattoos all along her sun kissed skin and the style of her clothes definitely scared every one of her partner’s parents. It was especially worse when their parents were hard on them, and they tried everything to live up to their expectations. There were times when someone she was interested in brought her home just to scare their parents when they weren’t interested in her as well. It wasn’t like that with Rafe. For one, he was completely freaking out in the driver’s seat next to her as he drove to his house. And two, he told her from the beginning that he had to be in love with her to bring her home to Ward Cameron.

Well, he was in love with her. And she loved him, too. That’s why she was completely calm in the passenger seat as she waited patiently to pull up to the historic house. Rafe’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he was hyper aware of the world around him. Quick hits on the brake and too sharp of turns were a clear indication of his nervousness. BJ reached across the center console to take hold of his right hand. He gave it up to her with little hesitation, and she intertwined their fingers while bringing the back of his hand to her lips. The soft kiss released a bit of tension in his shoulders.

“We don’t have to do this today,” she said against his hand. He immediately shook his head at the idea.

He said, “No, I already told him you were coming today. He’s got Rose making her special meatloaf for the occasion.”

BJ placed their hands down on the console and smiled.

“I love meatloaf.”

He nodded, his mind still somewhere else, and stated, “I know. I told her.”

Rafe stopped the truck at a stop sign. With no one behind them, BJ reached her free hand up to his cheek and turned his head towards her, forcing him to meet her eyes. She smiled softly when he leaned into the palm of her hand.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise. I’ve dealt with plenty of parental disappointment. He might be a little harder on you, but he’ll let it go eventually.”

He smiled and kissed the palm of her hand before turning back to the road. As he pulled forward from the stop sign, she placed her outreached hand on his forearm to run her fingers up and down the prominent vein.

He said, “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

BJ’s hand stilled at his words, and she stared at the side of his face as she tried to think of any other reason he’d be so nervous.

“I don’t want him to scare you off,” he added as he avoided meeting her eye.

Her lip jutted out as she cooed, “Aw, Honey Bunch,” his eyes rolled and lip turned up at the pet name, “you don’t have to worry about him scaring me off. You’ve had plenty of chances to do that.”

Rafe laughed mockingly and reached over to squeeze her thigh. She laughed loudly as she tried to pull his hand off of her. When she managed to wrench his hand away from her, she reached over and poked his side which only resulted in his hand gripping her thigh again.

“Rafe Cameron,” she said in a firm tone, making him laugh. “If you don’t stop, I will knock you the fuck out.”

He didn’t stop. It took him almost side swiping someone’s car for him to let go of her and return his hand to the steering wheel.

“That’s what I thought,” BJ quipped but screeched and lifted her leg away from him as he pretended to reach for her thigh again.

The rest of the ride was silent aside from the music playing from the radio. Eventually, the sound of the turn signal interrupted the melodies of the song as they waited for the car in the other lane to pass to turn left into Tanneyhill. Trees blocked the view of the house from the gate, but she could see peaks of a white house with many windows. As they drove up the driveway and passed the trees, she could see the beautiful house in it’s full glory. The house itself was beautiful on it’s own, but the surrounding view made it stunning. She could see the expanse of the water over to the left while an expansive yard of trees veered to the right.

“Home sweet home,” Rafe muttered as he pulled into a parking spot next to someone’s car. He turned the engine off and unbuckled his seat belt but didn’t make a move to get out. BJ unbuckled her own seat belt and waited. She watched as he took a couple of deep breaths before turning to meet her eye. Her lips turned up in an encouraging smile. She leaned forward over the console enticing him to do the same. Their lips met in a soft peck and met a few times more before pulling away for good.

The couple got out of the truck at the same time and met at the back. BJ let Rafe stair up at the house before reaching her hand out for him to hold. He huffed a heavy sigh before taking her hand in his. On their way to the front door, BJ stopped walking. If he didn’t have her hand in his, he probably would have kept going. He stopped, their hands extended, and watched her eyes widen.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Her eyes moved from the house to him, and she said, “I’m going to meet Wheezie!”

Rafe released a relieved sigh as he let his head fall back with his eyes closed. The hat on his head nearly fell off as it’s bill hit the back of his neck. BJ laughed as she stepped closer to her.

“Don’t do that to me,” Rafe mumbled as he let her pull him along. When they got closer to his front door, he took the lead. He led her past the front room and into the main part of the house. They took a few turns before reaching a decent sized kitchen. As an old house meant to be preserved, it lacked the open floor plan most modern day houses choose to do. While some rooms were spacious, it felt very choppy as they moved through the house. Even the kitchen was cut off from the dining area. The only person in the kitchen was a blonde woman who was definitely not Sarah Cameron or Wheezie.

“Oh, hello!” The woman greeted as she worked on cleaning off the counters. She stopped at the sight of them and tossed the washcloth into the sink. Her eyes widened once she got a better look at the girl standing next to Rafe, but BJ took it in stride as she let go of Rafe’s hand to go shake hers.

Rafe spoke up from behind BJ, “Rose, this is BJ. BJ, this is my stepmom, Rose.”

“It’s really nice to meet you, Rose. I heard you’re making meatloaf! It already smells amazing,” BJ stated as she shook the woman’s hand. She watched Rose take in the tattoos on the back of her hand and the chain hanging on one side of her skirt, but she pretended not to notice as Rose fixed a genuine smile on her face.

“It’s nice to meet you, too! Rafe mentioned meatloaf was your favorite, so Ward asked me to make my special recipe.”

“Is there anything Rafe and I can do to help?” BJ offered. Rafe started to speak from behind her, but Rose beat him to it.

“Actually, the table still needs to be set, if you don’t mind?”

BJ shook her head and said, “Not at all.” She turned around to Rafe. “You know how to set the table, right?”

Rafe huffed and nodded his head. He turned to the left and led her into the dining room where a long, rectangular table that seats eight people took up one side of the room and a smaller, circular table that seats four people took up the other. He stepped over to the china cabinet and opened both of the doors.

“I can start with the glasses while you get the plates?” Rafe suggested as he looked at her. She nodded and walked over to him. He pointed at a specific set of plates before grabbing the glasses on the higher shelf. A place mat was already placed in front of each seat that was to be used. BJ started on one side as Rafe started on the other. They met at the head of the table, and BJ stared up at Rafe as he refused to move out of the way.

She wasn’t much shorter than him normally, but she was almost nose to nose to him with her boots on. The amused smile on his lips and the quirk of his eyebrow tempted her to do something about him being in her way. With a playful tint in the corner of her eye, she stood on the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his lips. His hand found her hip as their kiss lasted longer than necessary. When she pulled away and fell back flat on her feet, Rafe hummed and nodded his head. He patted her hip and stepped out of her way.

“You may pass,” he said, making BJ laugh. The rest of her task went without fail before the two of them placed the silverware out: BJ was in charge of the spoons while Rafe put out the forks and knives. The sound of a man’s voice interrupted the peaceful silence that laid over the air.

“Alright, I got the ice and another bottle just in case. I saw Rafe’s truck outside. Have you already met her?” The man stated as the couple saw him approach the island that Rose was standing next to.

Rose nodded, walked towards her husband, and said, “Yes, I did. They’re setting the table now.”

Ward tried to turn to look at where they were standing, but Rose grabbed the front of his blazer and pretended to fix it while she whispered to him. BJ puffed out a silent laugh as she looked at Rafe.

She whispered, “Very subtle.”

Rafe only had the energy to chuckle once as he watched the two in the kitchen. BJ studied the couple and watched Ward’s facial expressions to gauge his reaction. She noticed the exact moment Rose told him about her...appearance. His head tilted towards his wife in a quick motion to look in her eyes. Rose scolded him swiftly, and Ward fixed his face into a stoic expression. BJ could feel her boyfriend tense from beside her as she watched Ward look to the ground and nod at whatever his wife said.

BJ took the lead, grabbed Rafe’s hand, and pulled him into the kitchen. Rafe tugged on her hand to keep her from intruding on his dad and stepmom’s conversation, but BJ went through this too many times to know it was easier to rip the bandage off right away.

“Hi, you must be Ward! I’m BJ Bentley,” she introduced herself, extending her hand once again. Though he was warned, Rafe’s father appeared to still be surprised at the sight of her. He took it in stride regardless. His eyebrows shot up in delight and a charming smile crossed his face as he reached his own hand out.

Ward greeted, “Ah, nice to meet you, BJ. I have to say I was surprised to hear Rafe had a girlfriend, let alone that he was bringing her home to meet us.”

“Dad,” Rafe said as Rose called her husband’s name in warning.

“Honestly, I was surprised, too,” BJ confessed. “Didn’t think Rafe was the girlfriend type.”

The timer on the oven went off to interrupt the tense conversation. Rose hurried around the island to pull the door open. She used a cooking thermometer to check the temperature inside the meatloaf.

“It’s done. Rafe, can you go upstairs to get your sisters?” Rose asked.

Rafe made sure BJ was okay before reluctantly heading out of the kitchen to the stairs she’d seen on the way inside. She watched him until he disappeared out of the room and turned back to his parents. The brunette tucked her hair behind her ear as she caught Ward staring at the tattoos on her thighs sticking out under her skirt with a disapproving purse of his lips. She turned to Rose, the safer of the two, and offered her help.

“I can take the potatoes to the table if you’d like,” BJ offered as Rose sliced into the meatloaf and placed it onto a large plate. The potatoes were on a similar plate cut into chunks and seasoned so well that BJ’s stomach grumbled at the smell.

Rose smiled and said, “That would be great. Thank you.”

BJ returned the smile and grabbed the plate. Once she reached the table, she placed the potatoes in the center with enough room for the meatloaf. Ward followed her into the room and motioned to the side of the table with only two seats set.

“Rafe sits on this side next to me. Feel free to sit next to him,” Ward said. BJ nodded and stepped around Ward; she noticed then they were about the same height. Since Ward hadn’t pulled his chair out, BJ thought it best to wait to be seated. Her mouth didn’t agree to the plan.

“Your home is very beautiful. It has a lot of history behind it, right?” She inquired as Rose brought in the meatloaf before returning to the kitchen, probably for the drinks.

Ward’s head tilted in interest as he answered, “That’s right. People don’t usually know that.”

“I did a paper on Denmark Tanney in college. As you must know, he was the only person to survive the wreck of the Royal Merchant.”

A light lit up behind Ward’s eyes at the mention of the Royal Merchant. She mentioned offhandedly one day while hanging out with Rafe that she did a paper on the man who built his house after he told her he lived in Tanneyhill. He told her how much his dad loved the house and its history, so she knew she could use that to get on Ward’s good side. She wasn’t worried about whether the Cameron’s liked her, especially not Ward, but she wanted there to be mutual respect between them. From what Rafe has said about his father, she knew she would never like him. But as Rafe’s father, she had a level of respect for him that she wanted to be returned. No matter how the man treated him, Rafe loved Ward and looked up to him. She had to respect that.

“Of course,” Ward replied, his words more genuine than the other times he’s spoken. “It’s what drew me to the house in the first place. Tell me did your research take you to the information about the gold he was able to get off of the Royal Merchant?”

Rose brought in a pitcher of iced tea as well as a cup of scotch on the rocks for Ward. She started to pour a glass of tea for herself as she listened to their conversation.

“Yes, and no one has ever been able to find it. He had letters to his son that a lot of people have picked apart trying to find out where he hid it, but no one’s figured it out.”

“Ugh, dad, please tell me you haven’t bored BJ with your stories about the Royal Merchant,” Sarah Cameron stated as she came into the kitchen. She sent BJ a smile and a wink as she walked to her seat, leaving the middle one between her and Rose empty. Rafe followed in shortly after.

Ward laughed as he shook his head. “Of course not, Sarah. BJ brought it up.”

Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise and put her hands up in surrender. Rafe came to stand next to his girlfriend. Ward and Rose looked at him expectantly.

“Wheezie’s on her way down,” he stated before reaching over to pull out BJ’s seat. She smiled at the gesture as she stepped out of the way.

“Wow, Rafe has manners?” Sarah asked, sarcasm dripping from her words as she sat down. Rafe glared at his sister as BJ stepped in front of the seat. He pushed in her seat as she sat down. She mumbled her gratitude as he sat down next to her. Rose and Ward sat down after the kids, and Rafe took it upon himself to pour himself a glass of iced tea. He offered the pitcher to BJ, and she took it graciously.

The sound of loud steps interrupted the short silence, and a young, teenage girl wearing a bright pink tutu and a sequined, long sleeve shirt. BJ’s eyes widened in surprise, and she turned to Rafe as she pressed her lips together to contain her laugh. Rafe placed his elbow on the table and covered his mouth to hide his smile. From what Rafe told her about his youngest sister, the tutu was out of character for her.

Sarah gasped and said, “Love the tutu, Wheeze.”

“Wheezie, what are you wearing?” Rose asked as the girl sat down next to her. BJ turned back to watch the scene unfold in front of her. Wheezie smiled at her before turning to her stepmom.

Wheezie said with a shrug, “Wanted to try something new.”

“Wheezie, we have a guest. Go upstairs and change,” Ward demanded as he tilted his head back to stare at her down his nose.

“I think Wheezie has a right to dress however she wants,” Rafe said, finally lowering his hand away from his face.

Sarah added, “Yeah, dad, we should let her express herself.”

BJ could see what her boyfriend and his sisters were doing. Wheezie was dressed in an out-of-character outfit to make her brother’s girlfriend feel comfortable wearing the clothes that the older generation deemed unacceptable. Rafe and Sarah were helping coax their parents into understanding why she wore the clothes she did. It warmed her heart to see it. Wheezie didn’t know who she was, they’d never met before, but she was doing this because she loved her brother. Sarah and BJ had known of each other before she started dating Rafe because they went to the same parties.

“Also,” BJ spoke up, “I really don’t mind. I think you rock the tutu, Wheezie, and those sequins really bring out your eyes.”

“Thank you, BJ,” Wheezie said before she turned to her father expectantly. Everyone turned to him to see his reaction. Ward Cameron sighed as he stared at his younger daughter.

“Fine.”

***

“So, BJ, what are you studying in college?” Ward asked as he sipped on his second glass of scotch. The men finished their plates as well as Sarah while the rest of them were still working on finishing their potatoes and little bit of meatloaf. BJ complimented Rose on her recipe after the first bite once she tasted the burst of flavor on her tongue. She talked to Wheezie about a new movie that was coming out. Apparently it was a part of a series that the young girl really liked, so she told BJ the synopsis of the first movie and invited her to come over to watch the first two movies together. Most of dinner was Rose and Ward alternating asking BJ questions about herself or Sarah telling everyone what she’d been up to for the day and what she was planning to do in the next couple.

BJ took her time swallowing the potato she’d been chewing and answered, “Actually, I finished college last year.”

Ward and Rose’s attention perked at the sound of that.

Rose asked, “I thought you said you were the same age as Rafe?”

“She is,” Rafe answered. “She finished her Bachelor’s degree in business, right?”

He looked to her for confirmation. She nodded.

“I started taking a lot of my general education credits my junior year of high school and took more business centered classes in the summer,” BJ said, turning to Ward and Rose. “By the time I graduated high school, I was a junior in college.”

Ward appeared to be impressed with what he was hearing and asked, “So, are you working now or have you decided to do something else?”

“I am. I work with my mother in her real estate investment business. I’ve always been around the office, even interned there the summer after high school graduation, and that’s how I knew I wanted to have a career in business.”

“I have to admit that’s pretty impressive,” Ward said and stared at his son. “I wish Rafe had as much drive as you do.”

BJ looked to Rafe to see him stare into the bottom of his glass that only had chunks of ice at the bottom. She could tell by the pout of his lips and his slouched shoulders that the comment hit a little too hard. Without allowing the others to notice, she reached under the table to place her hand over his on his lap.

“Rafe has plenty of drive,” BJ defended. “He’s just got to figure out where he wants to put that energy. Calculated energy is better than wasted energy.”

Ward only hummed in response. She finished her plate without any interruption. Rafe and Sarah grabbed everyone’s empty dishes. BJ helped Rafe stack all of the plates before Ward asked Wheezie to show their guest around the house.

“Yeah, BJ, I’ll show you Rafe’s room first since you’ll probably spend a lot of time there,” Wheezie said as she pushed her chair out to stand up.

Rafe stepped back into the room and scolded her, “Wheeze. Shut. Up.”

BJ laughed and stood up to follow after Wheezie. She patted Rafe’s shoulder as she passed him. Wheezie talked the entire time as she showed the older girl every room in the house. Most of the stories included embarrassing stories about Rafe.

“The rug right here?” Wheezie pointed out as they stood in the hall leading to the stair and outside of Rafe’s room. “Rafe tripped over it running out of his room and almost busted his chin going down the stairs. Luckily he stopped at the turn or he would’ve broken his arm.”

BJ shook her head and asked, “When was this?”

“Last week.”

The two giggled at the news, and Wheezie took her up another set of stairs. BJ followed her into a room that was clearly hers. It was a typical young teenager room with a few posters and brighter, mismatched colors.

“The tour is now over, please don’t forget to tip your guide and remember to visit again,” Wheezie said in a highly comical, animated voice. She worked on taking off the tutu as BJ looked around the room. It wasn’t a big room, but it was large enough to hold everything her heart desired.

“Is she your favorite artist?” BJ asked, pointing to a small poster of Taylor Swift next to some, what BJ could assume were, lyrics.

“Of course, she’s a lyrical genius,” Wheezie said, and BJ could tell how much the girl looked up to the artist by her voice. “Who’s your favorite artist?”

A sheepish smile was brought to her lips and turned to Wheezie. The youngest Cameron was sitting on her bed against her pillows, and BJ went to sit on the edge near her.

BJ said, “So, this may come as a shock, but I love Whitney Houston.”

Wheezie’s head tilted forward in surprise as her eyes widened. BJ laughed. The former girl looked down at BJ’s clothes and tattoos before looking back up to her with narrowed eyes.

“There’s no way. You definitely listen to classic rock like Nirvana,” Wheezie said.

“Okay, Nirvana is definitely not classic rock. Whoever told you that lied to you. And yes, despite my looks, Whitney Houston just hits the spot.”

Wheezie laughed and said, “I can’t wait to tell Rafe.”

“Hah,” BJ mocked and hit the girl lightly on the leg, “he already knows.” She hopped off the bed and headed for the door. “I’m going to go find him. I just take the stairs all the way down right?”

The only response she received was a nod before leaving the room. BJ could hear slightly raised voices drifting up the stairs as she started down them. She could hear Rafe’s voice but couldn’t make out any of his words.

Then, clear as day, she heard Ward’s voice, “I don’t care, Rafe! Think about what people will say when they see you with her. What they will say about our family.”

“You didn’t say this to Sarah when she brought John B home,” Rafe countered.

“John B doesn’t dress like she does and doesn’t have tattoos up and down his arms! I don’t care if you love her, you-”

Suddenly, it was quiet as BJ stepped on a particularly creaky stair. Not that she was quiet on her way down, but they didn’t hear her over their yelling. As she came down, she saw Rafe, Ward, and Rose through the doorway into the kitchen standing in awkward silence as they waited for her.

“Please, don’t stop on my account,” BJ said as she walked towards the three of them.

Rafe started to talk, “BJ, I’m sorry-”

BJ held up a hand to stop him.

“You don’t have to apologise, Rafe. It’s not the first time I’ve walked in on an awkward conversation with my boyfriend’s parents. I just hoped your father had enough respect to talk to me about it.”

She smiled a sickeningly sweet smile as she met Ward’s eyes. Rafe said her name and offered for them to leave.

“And I wish my son had enough respect not to bring you home,” Ward said as he took a long drink of his scotch.

BJ’s smile didn’t falter at his words as Rose sharply said his name.

“You know, Ward, a person can always change their clothes,” BJ informed the older man and motioned to her own clothes. “Hell, on a normal day, I don’t typically wear this. I only wore it now so you could see the ‘worst’ of it and learn to get over it. I understand your reservations on tattoos. It’s not everyone’s preference. I, for one,” BJ stepped over to Rafe and motioned to his bare arm, “love the blank canvas that is your son.” Rafe muttered an “oh, my god” at her words. “But you should never judge someone’s character for what they decide to do with their bodies. It’s their actions you have to pay attention to.

“Your actions, specifically, have told me that you are a very insecure man who tries to keep the image of his perfect family intact to hide the fact that he feels like an imposter in the life he’s created for himself.” Ward stood up straighter and set his glass down forcefully. Rose put her hand on his chest to stop him from taking a step towards BJ. “The only reason I’m saying this to you is because, although I do not like you one bit, I have respect for you. I know who you are, Ward Cameron. Started on the other side of Outer Banks and, through hard work and sacrifice, you made it to Figure Eight. You raised a beautiful family despite hardly being there for them emotionally. Anyone can respect someone who has managed to do that for themselves.”

Ward scoffed and interrupted BJ’s tangent, “I let you into my home, and you decide to speak to me like this in the name of respect? My actions have told you all of this about my character? Through one dinner?”

BJ shrugged and simply said, “I minored in psychology. And I’m sorry if you find what I’ve said to be disrespectful. I found you talking about me without me present to be disrespectful. I love your son whether you like me or not and as long as he still feels the same way, we’ll have to treat each other with mutual respect.”

Rafe’s hand slipped into hers. Through their interlaced fingers BJ felt his grip tighten as he stood up to his father. With her other hand, she reached out for a handshake. Ward stared down at her hand for a moment before looking at Rafe. Another squeeze on her hand. Ward and BJ locked eyes. He sighed and reached out his hand. A firm handshake, and the two were on their way with Rafe saying over his shoulder he might be back later.

Her boyfriend practically dragged her out of the house and to his truck. The sun was already set, so the lights around the house were the only thing to light their way to Rafe’s truck. The overhead lights inside turned on and off as they got in. The dash light lit up Rafe’s features as he turned the ignition over to start the engine. BJ watched as he sighed heavily and fell back against his seat, and she reached over to grab his hand again.

“I almost shit myself when you called him insecure,” Rafe confessed, making her laugh out loud. “I thought he was going to kill us both.”

BJ leaned over the console and said, “But he didn’t.”

He opened his eyes and turned his head without lifting it to look at her. Pieces of his hair fell onto his forehead, and she smiled at him as she studied his face. A sweat had broken out on his face and neck, but it was slowly drying in the cool air of the truck’s air conditioning.

“No, he didn’t.” BJ watched his soft lips as he spoke.

“Now, the worst is over.”

He nodded. “It is.”

BJ’s free hand reached up to the back of Rafe’s head and pulled his face towards hers. Rafe didn’t put up any fight as he leaned into the kiss. She pulled away with a sigh, and the boy moved so he could comfortably lean against the console as she played with the hairs at the back of his head.

“Wheezie’s cool,” BJ admitted. “She told me a lot of embarrassing stories about you.” Rafe rolled his eyes. “Something about you and a rug followed by a small tumble down the stairs.”

Rafe shook his head and said, “I have just as many embarrassing stories of her.”

BJ smiled.

“I can’t wait to hear them.”

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thatshithurted8 · 4 years

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Introverted

Summary: JJ falls in love with the introverted Kook Pope tutors

Part two can be found here

Word Count: 2.2k

JJ Maybank wasn’t the type of person to believe in ‘love at first sight’ hell, with the way his dad treats him he doesn’t even know if he believes in love. However,JJ was left second guessing after seeing you for the first time.

“Why can’t I just stay here when you tutor. I’ll be quiet.” The blond says to Pope as the two sat at a table in The Wreck while waiting for the Kook Pope is tutoring.

“Cause JJ it’s you.” Pope snaps back at his friend, knowing his antics of being distracting.

JJ rolls his eyes, “Come on man Kie is waiting tables and John B is on a date with Sarah.”

“Go to John B’s and watch tv or have a shower or eat or even wank one out.”

JJ crosses his arms annoyed and leans back in his chair causing it to scrape against the ground. Just as JJ was about to get up and leave his eyes land on you walking through the doors of The Wreck.

Despite Outer Banks being a small town where everyone knew everyone he has never seen you before. The blond sucks in a breath of air as he watches you look around the small restaurant and start to walk over to him and Pope. JJ could swear that there was a golden glow surrounding you as you walked.

“Hi Pope.” You say timidly with a closed mouth smile before sitting down across from the boys and putting your bag on the chair beside you. JJ feels his heart increase just with how close you were to him and he didn’t know why.

JJ sits back up and leans over to his friend, “Yea I’m definitely staying now.”

After the first time JJ met you he made sure to go to every study session Pope had with you, claiming that he wanted to learn too. Pope and the rest of the Pogues knew this was a lie. It was JJ after all he didn’t care to learn and he definitely didn’t care about his grades.

Even though the Maybank boy claimed to be listening he would discreetly admire you. JJ was so used to hook ups and one night stands that he was genuinely confused as to why he wanted to be in your presence. You were extremely shy so you didn’t talk much, but JJ made it his goal to make you laugh every chance he got during the sessions. God he loved your laugh. He also liked the way you would place the end of your pen between your lips while you focused or how your eyebrows would furrow when you were confused.

It was only after a few study sessions when the group of Pogues started to make fun of JJ and his crush on you. JJ didn’t think much of his friends taunts, but before he fell asleep at night his mind couldn’t help, but drift back to you. As his mind would drift he JJ realized that he did like you, but his feelings towards you were stronger. The blond has had his fair amount of crushes, but none of them ever felt like this. Thinking back to the day he first met you JJ recalled how he felt when he first saw you, it was like Cupid shot him in the heart and then punched him in the face for extra measures. As JJ fell asleep he had a smile on his face, finally accepting the fact that he loves you.

“Thanks for the ride.” You say to JJ while getting into John B’s van and buckling up.

“The pleasure is all mine sweetheart.” JJ says winking at you and pulling out of your driveway in figure eight. You blush at the nickname he gave you, but you turn to look out the window in attempt for the boy not to see what he was doing to you.

Due to your shyness, most of the car ride to John B’s was quite quiet and JJ didn’t mind at all. He actually liked the silence when it came to you. Don’t get him wrong he loved talking to you every chance he got, but when it was silent with you it was comfortable, not awkward at all. With you he felt at peace, like the world stopped spinning and everything was quiet. Peace is what JJ desperately needed considering the mental turmoil his father puts him through.

“You know.” JJ says tapping the steering wheel. You look over at him and secretly admire his features. God he was so beautiful.

“I don’t get why you have Pope tutor you, you could probably tutor me better than Pope, hell you could probably even tutor him.”

You blush at the compliment, “My parents are the type that think anything less than an A is bad. One time they made my brother sleep on the couch in the guest house because he got a B+.”

JJ chuckles and glances at you, “How’s that a punishment? He still has a roof over his head.” He says rolling his eyes at the privilege Kooks had. You bite your lip instantly feeling bad, knowing that JJ has slept at John B’s for the past two months because he was too scared to go home.

The blond notices you shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you two pull up to the Chateau. “You okay?” He asks, parking and turning the engine off.

“Yea, I uh just didn’t mean to bring up....”

JJ looks at you expectantly and amused as you struggle to find the right words. “Bring up your privilege?”

Your face goes red and you look down at your hands in your lap. Not knowing what to say you simply nod your head. JJ lets out a laugh and grabs your hand in a comforting manner, “Don’t worry Y/N. When I go full Kook one day I’m gonna flaunt my wealth the way Kim K shows off her ass.”

You laugh at what JJ said and couldn’t help, but feel relieved that he wasn’t upset about you bringing up how different you guys’ lives are. It was refreshing that the Pogues never got offended. You could breathe around a Kook wrong and it would be world war 3. You two get out of the van and walk into the Chateau. JJ goes to the fridge and grabs a beer while you walk over to the table where Pope is situated waiting for you.

JJ opens the microwave and puts inside a popcorn bag. He jumps and sits on the counter while waiting for his snack to cook. The Maybank boy couldn’t help, but to admire you and how engrossed you were into the school work. God you were so beautiful.

“Earth to JJ.” Pope says turned around in his chair while waving his hand in front of JJ’s face which breaks the boy out of his trance.

“Your popcorn is ready.” Pope says pointing towards the microwave after it beeped for the third time.

“Oh uh yea.” JJ says, reaching over to open the microwave. He grabs the bag, but instantly bounces it between his hands before the hot bag lands on his crotch. “Ah fuck that’s hot!” He yells jumping off of the counter. You giggle at JJ’s actions which causes his heart rate to increase.

Two hours go by and you still sat at the kitchen table studying with Pope. JJ made you two three dinner and it was starting to get dark.

“Thanks for the help.” Kiara groans sarcastically as her and John B set a keg down on the floor in the middle of the Chateau.

JJ remains sitting on the couch, eating a sandwich, “No problem Kie.”

John B walks over to you and Pope and closes the textbooks you guys were using. You look up at the brunette confused. “Okay you guys have been studying far too long, the party is about to start.”

“You’re staying for it right Y/N?” Kie asks.

You gulp when everyone turns their attention to you. Being the center of attention was something you despised. “I’m not allowed to go to parties.” You say quietly, while checking your phone to see the time.

“Aw then we can take your party virginity.” JJ says standing up and walking over to you.

“I’m supposed to be home for 9.” You say.

JJ stands behind you and wraps his arms around you, his head right beside yours, “Tell your parents that you guys are studying longer.”

“Yea do that.” Pope agrees, finishing cleaning up his work.

You chew on your cheek debating on what to do as the Pogues stare at you. You wanted to spend time with JJ and the rest of the gang, but your parents were extremely strict.

You sigh and smile at your group of friends, “Fine.”

JJ was in the middle of a conversation with a Touron when you walk back outside of the Chateau, after using the washroom. The black haired girl that was getting close to the blond, scoffs and walks away once she realizes what he was looking at.

You looked so beautiful standing on the porch steps looking through the crowd of people for a familiar face while the moon and porch lights illuminated your figure. The lighting made you look angelic and JJ starts to feel his heart beat increase. JJ couldn’t help, but notice how out of place you looked partying with a bunch of Pogues and Tourons. Every girl attending the party was wearing short shorts and a bikini top while you wore the sun dress that you’ve been wearing all day.

The blond watches you bite your lip as you continued to scan the crowd. Your eyes suddenly land on his and he swears he could feel the butterflies in his stomach erupt. JJ moves through the drunk teenagers and walks up the porch steps to stand beside you.

“You okay?” He asks for the second time today.

You nod your head, but let out a yawn, “Yea, just tired.” You say, feeling drained for socially so much today.

“Do you want to lay down?”

You simply shake your head yes, being too tired to speak. With your answer the two of you walk back into the Chateau and JJ leads you to Big Johns room, which is now his.

The Maybank boy shuts the blinds and pulls out one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers for you to wear. “Do you need anything else?”

“Could I have a glass of water?”

“Yea, get changed and I’ll be right back.” JJ says sending you a wink before leaving the room and shutting the door. You quickly get changed and make sure to text your mom, telling her that you were sleeping over at Kiara’s. You felt bad for lying, but you have never felt closer to JJ than tonight.

A light knock is heard from the bedroom door, “Come in.”

With that being said JJ walks in with a glass of water. Since the room was dark other than the one lamp you couldn’t see the blush that was prominent on JJ’s face. Something about seeing you in his clothes he liked. He liked a lot. “Here you go.” He says, yawning himself.

“Thank you.” You say taking it and having a sip. “Are you tired?”

“Yea, but I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You drink another mouthful of water and furrow your eyebrows, “You aren’t going to sleep with people coming in and out. Just sleep in here with me.” You say after swallowing the water. You couldn’t believe that you suggested that, but you were glad that you did.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes JJ.” You say with a smile while placing the glass on the night stand and getting into the bed. You didn’t need to tell JJ twice because he started to undress down to his boxers basically right away.

You were glad that the room was quite dark so he wouldn’t see your blush after seeing him basically naked. You swore that he was part Greek God. JJ locks the door in case any drunk couples try to fuck. He then walks around to the other side of the bed and climbs in, making sure to turn off of the light before lying down.

His breath starts to hitch as he gets comfortable under the covers. Once JJ is finally settled he notices you shivering. “Are you cold?”

“Yea.” You say quietly while wrapping the covers around your body.

“Here.” JJ says moving closer to you and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Your heart skips a beat, but you snuggle up to the Maybank boy, intertwining your hands.

JJ has thought about and dreamed about this moment so many times before that he couldn’t believe that it was finally happening. His thumb that was in your hand starts to rub your soft skin and your breathing begins to become labored as you fall asleep. JJ remains awake, trying to savor the moment. Even with the loud music and yelling coming from outside JJ felt at peace.

He starts to fall asleep himself, content with the position you two were in. This is what love is supposed to feel like.

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wisteriasxx · 3 years

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a/n: had this in the drafts since tfatws finished streaming and I forgot to post it but here haha

18+

Warnings: Weed, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex

Smoke sesh with Marvel characters 🍃

this one is for all my stoner marvel fans💕 just my thoughts on what it would be like to smoke with some of our favs✨

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Steve

Well considering Steve is a super soldier, he can’t get drunk or high..........BUT for the sake of this let’s just pretend he can ;)

It would probably take loads of convincing for him to even try the stuff

If he decides to try it, he’s only taking one hit.

High Steve is definitely just super chill, and really cuddly, he’s gonna grab you and just hold you for the rest of the night.

When it comes time for munchies he will literally eat anything, but his favorite snack when the munchies hit is Mozzarella sticks.

He’ll start talking about how things were back in the 40’s, including how crazy the youth is today with this stuff you’ve just given him.

Tony

We all know that Tony is KNOWN for being a party animal, so he’s definitely down for a lil sesh with the avengers

Tony definitely likes to drink more then he would smoking, but he’ll still smoke.

Probably owns a dab pen with indica for for his anxiety

Prefers indica but will settle for a hybrid (sativa and indica)

Gets really giggly and even more sarcastic when he’s high

Will not move from his current place of rest, someone will have to bring him food when the munchies come or he will complain the entire time

Favorite munchies food is potato chips

High tony will definitely accidentally start spilling your secrets in front of people, you might have to physically shut him up somehow

Thor

Will give you a funny look when you hand him a joint or a pen or whatever it is that your using.

He’ll understand that you smoke it, but he’ll think it’s just tobacco or something

Before you can tell him what it actually is he’s already taken a couple of big hits

Once you tell him what it is that he’s smoking and what it does, the only response you’ll get is “this tastes funny and it will have no effect on me because I am mighty”

Fast forward to ten minutes later of Thor being loud and laughing at everything and just being an absolute goofball

Will eat and drink everything in sight once the munchies hit for him

“Where can I get more of this midgaurdian herb!??!!?!!” He’ll yell from the couch

Like Steve, he’ll get grabby and just wanna hold you the entire time. If you’re standing he’s gonna stand behind you with his arms wrapped around you and his chin resting on ur head. If you’re sitting he’s putting his arm around you and pulling you close.

Definitely ends with him passed out on the floor

Natasha

When she sees everyone playing “puff puff pass”, she’ll roll her eyes.

“What are you guys in high school or something?”

She will insist that she wants nothing to do with it, but after tony makes some remark about it, she decides to prove him wrong.

After a hit or two, Nat becomes more comfortable, she becomes less uptight.

Likes to shoot out more sarcastic one liners then usual

Becomes very flirty ;)

She gets smiley but in a tired way

In fact, She doesn’t stay awake very long after she’s had a hit or two in her system, she gets too tired and calls it a night

By “calls it a night” I mean she basically droops onto you and refuses to move, you’ll have to move her if you want to.

Doesn’t get the munchies because she’s asleep before she can

Clint

Clint will take a hit or two, just because why not? He could use the relaxation

He’s super chill when he’s high, he keeps to himself

He’s quiet when he’s high, but that’s just because he’s vibing, he’s taking in the music or just simply listening to the nearest conversation.

Wears sunglasses the whole time because he doesn’t want anyone to see his red eyes

He doesn’t really get munchies, he just chills the entire time

You can’t tell if he’s asleep or if he’s just vibing

Will only give one word answers if you ask him something

Not the most fun to smoke with but he’s just chilling and minding his own business so he’s welcome.

Loki

Will look at you with irritable confusion when you offer him a hit

When you tell him what it is and what it will do to him he’ll simply ask, “why would I want to do that?”

He won’t do it in front of anyone, that would mean letting his guard down and becoming vulnerable

He will definitely try it later in private though

When he’s high, he’ll want you to join him

He’s still basically loki when he’s high, he’s just more relaxed

“This is quite nice I must say.”

There will definitely be a conversation about how he can’t believe this is what mortals do for fun

He’ll become a little more open with you because he’s more relaxed

He’ll become confused when the munchies hit, but after you tell him it’s normal he’ll go with it

His favorite munchie food is definitely popcorn

I’m gonna flat out say it, high loki has a higher sex drive

Gets lost in the moment type of guy

In his opinion, the weed helps him block out everything else except for you, and that’s why he likes it

His mischief meter also skyrockets, you thought normal loki was good at pulling tricks? Just wait till you see how creative high loki can get

Bucky

Bucky is gonna look at you like your crazy

Then he’ll remember that he is also crazy, and figures the weed might help ease his mind a little.

Bucky becomes more relaxed when he’s high, his guard has dropped a little, but he’s still aware of his surroundings.

He’s funnier when he’s high

Smiles more which makes you smile because you think he doesn’t smile enough

He still does the staring thing when he’s high, but it’s not as intimidating now, there’s a softer look in his eyes and a small smile on his face

Will open up a little more about his feelings towards you

After his first time trying weed, he’ll get some cbd gummies or something on a regular basis to help relax him

When the munchies hit for him, he’ll eat anything, but his favorite munchie food is anything Italian.

He just wants to cuddle man

Wanda

Wanda is surprisingly chill

She’s more open, more humorous, and even nicer.

her magic can resemble her current state of mind if she wants it to

So when she’s high, her magic becomes really pretty and elegant, like it’s in slow motion

In fact, she glows a little when she’s high

She’ll make her magic do pretty things for your entertainment

Due to her magic though, I feel that her high wouldn’t last very long

For her, smoking is just a quick little get away from her mind, something that just takes the edge off a little

Doesn’t get munchies

Prefers indica

Peter (quill)

He’s never had earth weed, but he’s definitely smoked and drank all kinds of substances through out the galaxy

Definitely likes sativa

He’s down for whatever, he likes to try new things

He’ll complain about the taste, but then love the way he’s feeling in 10 minutes

He becomes very stupid when he’s high

He’ll turn his favorite music on full volume and just start doing things, he won’t be able to sit still.

He’ll try to do things to keep himself entertained, but he’ll be bad at doing them because he’s high

When later or the next day comes when he’s sober, he’ll look at the evidence of him trying to do whatever it was he was trying to do and be totally confused, but not surprised

When the munchies hit, he’ll eat anything he can find on the ship that’s edible

It will end with him passed out in some weird spot on the ship or wherever he’s at

He once got high and woke up cuddling with Drax-

Gamora

Will not smoke

The designated driver

The “chaperone” of the night

Sam Wilson

When you offer him a hit, he’ll be unsure and say something like “man I haven’t done something this stupid since high school, I don’t know”

But he says “screw it” to himself and takes a couple of hits

Becomes really smiley when he’s high, like the dude won’t stop smiling. It irritates Bucky.

Definitely will start singing out of nowhere, even if there’s no music playing

He’s also gonna tell crazy stories about his past, things from high school stories to military stories

He livens up the session for sure, after a few hits in, he makes it his goal for the night to make everyone happy and vibing along with him

When the munchies hit for sam, he goes straight for pizza. This man absolutely loooovesss pizza when he’s inebriated

Dr.Strange

Is obviously familiar with the substance

Definitely used to do it all the time in college (helped with the stress of med school)

Will question if it’s the best choice for everyone to be making right now

Most likely will not do it, it wouldn’t look good if the sorcerer supreme was getting high

You’ll ask him if he knows some kind of spell that can sober you up

He’ll tell you “yes” and proceed to hand you a water bottle and roll his eyes

He’ll do the portal thing above you and a bunch of your favorite snacks will land on your lap when the munchies come

He’ll take care of you once you pass out, carrying you to your bed or your couch or whatever and setting a glass of water near you before he leaves you alone

Scott Lang

Oh yeah, he’s definitely taking a couple hits

Prefers bongs

Prefers hybrid blends (sativa and indica)

This man knows his kush okay? Would not be surprised if he had a plug, or if he was the plug

Weed makes him more productive, he’ll start doing things and multi tasking, he’ll do anything from messing around in the suit to playing rock band

Chinese take out is this mans go to munchie food, nothing brings him greater joy then inhaling wonton soup or lo mein when he’s high

He’s bringing his friends too, there’s no arguing

Like Sam, he livens the session up

Somehow become bolder, dumber and flirty at the same time when he’s high

When he comes down though, he comes down hard, and sometimes literally.

He’ll pass out or fall asleep in the weirdest places, but he’ll be enjoying it and wake up feeling well rested somehow

Bonus cuz i think it’s funny ++

John walker

Will be all cocky about taking a hit, thinking it won’t affect him or that it’ll make him cooler or something dumb

Gets scared and paranoid

Starts literally tweaking and saying stuff like “they’re coming for me”

Freaks out because he can’t handle the kush in his system

Definitely locks himself in the bathroom and cries, calls Lamar to come pick him up

Ends up becoming a hazard for everyone, so Bucky has to knock him out cold

Will probably snitch on everyone for smoking just because he had a bad time with it and he’s just jealous that he can’t vibe correctly

#marvel #marvel mcu #the avengers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #the winter solider #the winter solider x reader #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #black widow #tfatws #wandavision #dr. strange #loki x reader #thor #thor x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel headcanons

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descaladumidera · 2 years

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movie/youtube/book/music recommendations :)

*cracks knuckles*

Hoh boi. Here we go. (Thank you for the ask, luv! <3)

I'm gonna put this under a read more, 'cause. Long.

Movies

The Intern It's just a rather soft and fluffy feel-good movie, kinda slice-of-life? Seriously, if you don't wanna think and just want something to lull you in, put it on. I admit it's nothing special, just. Soft.

The Secret of Kells and Song of the Sea and Wolfwalkers Three lesser known animated movies that show different folk tales and mythology. The animation style is just so sweet and not your smooth Disney style and the stories are heartfelt. You need to be into it, though. If you don't like one of the movies, you probably won't like the others as well.

YouTube (I mostly follow German Let's Players, so this will be … uh … yeah)

Natalie Gold She reacts to different movies and series—she did the whole MCU and it's really entertaining as she gets completely into it.

Drawfee Show Art! They're a group of artists who work on different challenges from their community. It ranges from freaky to amazing and it's kinda like Russian Roulette which you will get per video.

Jazza More art! Jazza tests a lot of art related stuff with amazing results. Short videos and fun to watch.

Books

Tomorrow, When the War Began by John Marsden A series of seven books that are about a bunch of teenagers in Australia. A non-defined war breaks out while they're out camping in the bush. When they come back, their families got taken, foreign soldiers are running around their town, and they decide to do their damnest to get their country back.

Metro 2033 by Dmitry Glukhovsky Dystopian story that takes place in the Moscow metro after a nuclear fallout destroyed everything. A lot of surreal and creepy stuff happens during the story and it's really eerie. Gonna be honest, I also read the sequels but they didn't catch me as much as the first book. Still worth a read!

Night Watch by Sergei Lukyanenko A series of six urban fantasy novels about morals and right and wrong and how everything is a grey area, really. Only books I could really stomach in first person, 'cause the whole issue is so goddamn interesting.

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell You have probably heard of this one. It's just cute, I think, a nice book that's not too heavy. Dealing with growing up, kinda coming-of-age young adult book.

Music (I won't list everything, 'cause it would never end if I did, lol—just a few that came to mind, no real reason as to why these and not others)

Rise Against – literally anything by them SIXX:A.M. – This Is Gonna Hurt (acoustic version) || Life Is Beautiful Skillet – Hero || Not Gonna Die || Feel Invincible || Monster Simon Curtis – Flesh || Super Psycho Love || Superhero Halsey – Gasoline Damien Rice – 9 Crimes The Drifters – Save the Last Dance for Me Florence + The Machine – Shake It Out 30 Seconds to Mars – This Is War || Walk On Water || Kings and Queens Five Finger Death Punch – Wrong Side of Heaven || Jekyll and Hyde || House of the Rising Sun Billy Talent – Rusted From the Rain || Nothing to Lose || Surprise Surprise Sonata Arctica – Shy

#Movies #YouTube #Books #Music #Movie recs #YouTube recs #Book rec #Music recs

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definitearticle · 3 years

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Dear Baby Boomers...

"When you're accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression."

Older friends, come in! Sit down! I'm so glad you came.

Can I get you a water?

So listen. As your friendly neighborhood geriatric millennial, I need you to understand something. It's important, and it's going to hurt. But pain can be a sign of growth, and I want you to hear this from a friend. So know that this comes from a place of love.

So nu. I'm gonna ease into this by making sure we're on the same page with some ideas.

You know Bob Dylan's song, "The Times They Are A-Changin'," yeah? It might not have been THE anthem of your youth, but it's certainly one that's held up over time. It speaks to the ever-continuing cycle of change and the need for members of the previous generation (and those in power generally) to "get out of the [way] if you can't lend a hand."

Thing is, younger generations have been asking older generations to listen, to understand, and to help the culture progress since time immemorial. And older generations have traditionally pushed back. So your generation's experience of pushing your parents' generation into begrudging acceptance of civil rights, feminism, et al, isn't new.

But y'all came up with some great turns of phrase to express it. One of my favorites, technically coined by Jack Weinberg (5 years too old to be a Baby Boomer) was "Don't trust anyone over 30." It was an offhand phrase said in anger when Weinberg felt that the reporter interviewing him wasn't actually listening, but was instead looking for ulterior motives so that he could dismiss the message of his protest.

But the phrase stuck, and it was used not only as a rallying cry, but also as a talking point by older folks who wanted to dismiss the New Left as a bunch of whiny brats, rather than people we now know were on the right side of history regarding the war, police brutality, and so on.

So with that in mind, in the words of The Who, let's talk about MY generation, and the even younger generation just starting to come into their own.

You know how a few years ago, there were a whole lot of women in the #MeToo movement who were talking about their experiences with men and how they constantly feared sexual assault? And then you had a whole bunch of idiots coming on saying "Not all men!" because they weren't used to their demographic being the target of negative criticism? Yeah, they were idiots, and you knew it. Of course "not all men." But the MeToo movement wasn't about hating men. It was about hearing women and understanding their fears.

And by and large, you understood that. You were pretty solid on it. Good for you! No, seriously, I'm really proud of you for continuing the fight for feminism that you were on the front lines of back in your more enthusiastic years.

And you know how #BlackLivesMatter has been a thing for several years now, and how it's really a continuation of the Civil Rights movement that you grew up in? But of course, idiots tried to reframe the narrative by saying "All lives matter!" And you knew that that was just a smokescreen. Of course all lives matter, but once again black lives were being treated as if they don't matter. And the reason you recognized this was because was all familiar to you. It was the same scene you remember playing out on your 12" black-and-white screens decades ago, where protests erupted against an injustice (frequently assault or murder of an unarmed black man) and the resulting police violence shook the conscience of the country.

So you stood with BLM, or at the very least listened and acknowledged when it was explained to you. We appreciate it, truly. We do.

But here's the thing. You're not the only ones we were talking to. And a whole lot of the "all lives matter!" and "not all men!" crowd? They were from your generation. Now, not all of them, certainly. We definitely have our regressive stooges in Gen X and Millenial age groups. But let's be honest, a strong majority of the people raising a ruckus against "these kids today, with their PC woke brigade cancel culture" are members of the Baby Boom generation. And those who aren't? Well...they have the same kind of regressive attitude that comes from being the third generation out.

You know...like your parents and grandparents were when Dylan wrote his song. When your social circle embraced "Don't trust anyone over 30."

There's a frustration that comes from trying to explain something important to people who appear to not wish to listen to you, but are instead spending their time looking for reasons to discredit you, or make you feel inferior, or find any excuse to belittle you and the incredibly important message you're trying to express. When you get to that breaking point, you need a way to ripcord out of the conversation in a way that expresses not only that you're through pretending to maintain civil discourse, but also that you recognize that there was no intent for honest dialogue in the first place. You need a shorthand phrase for "You're a dishonest, condescending jerk who couldn't care less about doing the right thing or about the lives of anyone other than yourself. I am through wasting my time casting pearls before swine. Good day, sir! I SAID GOOD DAY!"

Weinberg felt it in his interview.

You've undoubtedly felt it yourself, countless times.

My generation feels it constantly. And we've come up with a pretty good phrase that encapsulates our frustration with those in power who've apparently forgotten the lessons of the past and are happy to sit in apathy in the middle of the road and never lend a hand.

And that phrase is "Okay, Boomer."

Oof. Yeah.

I know.

It stings. A lot.

And I can hear you screaming at me right now. "How dare you judge us based on our age! This is ageism, pure and simple! It's hate! Not all old people! All ages matter!"

Shhh, shhh, it's okay. You're in a safe space. We're friends. No one is judging you.

See, just like MeToo wasn't denigrating all men, and BLM wasn't saying that non-black lives didn't matter, the use of "Boomer" here is not about age. It's about the same progressive vs regressive divide you experienced when you were young, that was largely drawn along generational lines.

Not all Baby Boomers are "Okay, Boomers," and not all "Okay, Boomers" are Baby Boomers.

If you're with us on the issues, if you're supportive of people's self-identity and fight for equality, then it doesn't matter what age you are. You're gold.

But if you get told "Okay, Boomer," it's not about your age either. You've just been told that your approach to the conversation indicates to the speaker that you don't want to engage on the issues in an open and honest manner.

It means that you've probably hit a blind spot in your experience which is incredibly common and nothing to be ashamed of, but is also something that needs to be addressed.

It means you've upset the person talking to you, and they've given up trying to be reasonable with you.

It's not hate speech. It's not ageism.

It's a wake-up call. For the times, they are a-changin'.

Weinberg aged out of the demographic he framed in his statement 5 years after he made it. But from what I can find online, he continues to this day to fight the good fight. He was an anti-war activist and a union organizer before becoming a champion of environmental issues. He turned 81 earlier this year. A statistical tally in the Silent Generation, he was nonetheless clearly a member of a young Baby Boomer movement in their prime.

You can stick with us. Join your voice to ours like Weinberg joined his voice to your generation's. Like Martin Luther King (born 1929) did. Like Abbie Hoffman (1936), John Lewis (1940), Gloria Steinem (1934), Bertrand Russel (1872)...

There's plenty of room on the right side of history to be an older person that the young'uns can trust, a mentor we can talk to, someone who will actually *listen* to us and help us move the culture forward.

Or you can be someone who embodies the cause of the admonishment "Never trust anyone over 30."

But if you decide to do that, if you choose to close your ears to the pleas of the younger generation because they don't show you deference and respect? Then you're not a Baby Boomer, a phrase once used to dismiss your generation as youthful, idealistic, and unreasonable.

Then you're just an "Okay, Boomer."

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countryclubstarkey · 4 years

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Competition - Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank

Requested (I hope you like this! @countryclub-sloppytop)

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Threesome, Drinking, Choking, No protection, Cream Pie, Anal, Squirting, Overstimulation, this is also extremely dirty (I don’t know why I keep doing this LOL).

Word Count: 3.5k+

A/N: The rivalry between the pogues and Rafe isn’t that big in this, so he’s basically the rude brother of Sarah. The beginning is kind of long because I want to introduce the character, but then it gets into it.

The Outer Banks, paradise on earth. Which is bullshit in your opinion, recently your parents decided to move you to the Outer Banks far away from your childhood town and friends. You were grateful for everything they give you, but moving you away on your last year of high school is stupid. They know that it takes you a while to open up to people, graduating with no friends isn’t that fun either.

The only thing that you don’t mind is the beach, and living by the ocean. You come from a big city, so going to the beach is a once in a while thing that you and your friends did.

“Okay, y/n, we have a family friend who lives here and they’ve invited us for dinner so please be ready by 7 pm.” Your mom says while walking into your room.

Rolling your eyes playfully at her, “Mom, I don’t want to have dinner with a bunch of adults,” you whine at her. Rolling her eyes at you, you can see where you get it from now.

“They have three kids, and two of them are around your age so please socialize tonight and come out of your shell,” she pulls out a black dress setting it on your bed. “Wear this tonight, and start getting ready, or else we are going to be late,” while walking out of your room. You let out a loud sigh dreading tonight’s dinner hoping it doesn’t end as horribly as you think.

Around 7 pm, you finally arrive at a mansion in the extremely rich neighborhood of the Outer Banks. You feel out of place right away, their kids are probably some snobby rich kids. You’re wearing a black deep plunge dress that comes to your mid-thighs. Earlier, You felt slightly overdressed, but now seeing the house you feel like you should have came in a gown.

A middle-aged man opens the door when you reach it, “Hello, oh you must be y/n, nice to meet you sweetheart,” he tells you while shaking your hands. You shake his hand and walk into the house amazed by the architecture and the decor. Your eyes land upon a blonde girl who looks about your age smiling widely at you.

“Hi, I’m Sarah, nice to meet you,” while pulling you in for a hug. You didn’t expect her to be so straight forward, but you return the gesture, “I’m y/n.”

She grabs your hand and begins to give you a tour of her house, you didn’t expect Sarah to be this nice. The rich kids at your old school looked down on everyone and laughed at everyone who they thought was beneath them. She takes you down to the basement where you heard laughter, which seems to belong to a teenage boy.

“Rafe, this is y/n and y/n this is my annoying older brother Rafe,” she says while ruffling his hair. He slaps her hand away and stands up where you can actually see his face. All you can say is wow. He’s at least a foot taller than you, broad shoulders, dirty blonde hair, and a chiseled jawline.

He looks you up and down, biting his lips before extending his hand out, “Nice to meet you, sweetheart.” You blush at his nickname and shake his hand. Sarah pushes him away from you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back upstairs.

“Please, don’t fall for my brother’s game, he has a reputation and I don’t want you to be added to his list,” she rambles on letting you know. You nod your head, but you know you’re going to fall into his trap at some point.

“Kids, dinner,” Ward yells out at all of you causing you to walk towards the dining room. You meet Rose, who is definitely an interesting personality. Also, Wheezie who’s Sarah’s younger sister, she seems a little bratty but it’s probably because she’s not close to your age.

You take a seat next to Rafe across from Sarah, who narrows her eyes at Rafe sending him a warning. Throughout dinner, it was just the parents talking, while the rest of you just ate your food in silence. Towards the end, you felt Rafe’s hand land on your thigh causing you to let out a slight cough. He smirks at your actions and removes his hand pretending like nothing just happened, just wanting a reaction from you. Before you can head out with your parents, Sarah pulls you aside for a second.

“There’s a party on the cut tomorrow night that my boyfriend and his friends are hosting, and you are going to come with me.” Debating whether or not you should go. “I don’t know, I don’t really party,” you simply reply to her. Back home, you preferred partying with your small group of friends rather than a large group.

She pushes you out of the house yelling, “I’ll pick you up at 7.” You laugh at her actions and realize that tonight wasn’t as bad as you thought.

The next night, Sarah picks you up on the dot with Rafe driving the car. While Sarah is talking, you glance at Rafe admiring his features. He notices your stare and sends you a quick wink causing you to pull away and pay attention to Sarah again. You notice the car stop by a huge beach filled with teenagers drinking and basically humping each other out in the open.

“Come on, I want you to meet John B and his friends.” You come face to face with a group of teenage boys who are extremely attractive and a stunning curly-haired girl.

“Guys, this is y/n, y/n this is John B, Pope, Kie, and JJ,” while pointing to each one. You all acknowledge each other, but your eyes linger on JJ a little longer than the others. He throws an arm around your shoulder pulling you towards the keg.

Handing you a cup, “You got to be a bit tipsy for these parties to be fun,” he whispers in your ear cheering his cup to yours and chugging his down. For the few hours, you try to keep up with JJ but the boy was like a machine. Downing each drink like its water, you’re slightly concerned but too drunk to care. You get to know him a little and can point out that he is a natural flirt, which you don’t mind at all.

You forget all about Rafe until you see him walking towards you and JJ. You notice JJ’s mood alter once he reaches you.

“Pogue,” Rafe sneers at JJ. Okay, maybe this really is paradise on earth, because you never thought you would be between two of the hottest guys you have ever seen. “Kook,” JJ replies with the same attitude. However, the tension is a bit much between the two of them, you don’t know why and you don’t want to know.

“Umm, the testosterone is a bit much here so I’m going to go find Sarah,” you say while patting their chests. The two watch your hips sway as you walk away, and look at each other before rushing after you. As they’re running after you, JJ pushes Rafe a little bit causing him to stumble a little falling behind. JJ grabs your waist spinning you around before you could walk any further. His fingers tickling your sides causing you to break out into giggles. Your fun is cut short when Rafe pushes JJ causing him to trip and land on his ass. You burst out into laughter at the look on JJ’s face, but he retaliates by pushing him back.

You sober up a bit when you notice the harsh expressions on their faces, so you stand between the two pushing them away, “how about you both put your toxic masculinity aside and not fight tonight.” The two scoff at you continuing to glare at each other like they’re arch-nemesis.

Feeling bold for the night, you pull the two boys closer to you so that you’re stuck between the two, “how about you fight it out another way,” you whisper at the two. The two boys frown at you not understanding your statement before smirks appear on their faces.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to humiliate you JJ,” Rafe tells the surfer boy. Letting out a low chuckle causing you to feel the vibrations through his body. JJ steps even closer to your body grabbing your hips tightly, “Don’t worry pretty boy, let’s just hope you can get it up.” You try to cover up your giggle with your hand, but JJ does it for you. He leans forward pressing his lips to yours, he tastes like cheap beer, weed, and surprisingly sweet like honey. You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him closer to you, feeling like putty under his touch.

Rafe grabs your body pulling you away before connecting his lips with yours causing you to let a soft moan satisfying him. He tastes like the opposite of JJ, you could taste the vodka that he drank earlier, and his mouth still minty fresh from the gum he took earlier. Rafe’s touch is a bit rougher than JJ, he’s kissing you like you are his last meal. You pull away not wanting everyone in the Outer Banks to see your business, “Is there a place where we can go that’s more private,” you murmur at the two. JJ nods grabbing your arm pulling you away from the beach with Rafe following you guys close behind.

The three of you pull up to what looks like an old fish shack turned into a little house, it looks extremely cozy. Rafe looks at the place in disgust, “you live in this trash?” Rafe questions. You slap his stomach, scolding him.

JJ rolls his eyes pulling you into his lap while sitting on the couch, “Sorry, my daddy doesn’t pay for everything.” You felt another fight coming, so you grab JJ’s face pulling him into a bruising kiss.

“How about instead of fighting, one of you fucks me,” you tell them and tugging your shirt off leaving you in your lacy light purple bralette. The alcohol is still in your system making you bolder than other times. They look at each other, agreeing to be civil just for one night before turning back to you looking you down like you’re their prey.

Rafe connects your lip, moving one leg on his lap, while the other remains on JJ’s lap. JJ leans forwards pulling one of your straps down exposing your breasts to them. He grabs the one closest to him and kneads it in his hands. Bringing it into his mouth, his teeth brush against your nipple causing your core to ache for him. His mouth begins to suck and nip the area, leaving love bites all over your breast leaving a reminder of the sinful night you’re going to have.

Rafe turns your attention back on him, biting your bottom lip bringing it in his mouth. His tongue envelops your own, his hand reaching up to wrap around your neck bringing you closer to him. Loosening his grip a bit, “Harder,” you whimper at him. He readjusts his grip slightly causing your breathing to become uneven. The mixture of the tight grip on your neck and his tongue in your mouth causes you to pull away for a second to catch your breath. Rafe immediately pulls you back in basically fucking your mouth with his tongue. The sensation from Rafe on your lips and JJ on your breasts cause your core to tighten.

JJ unbuttons your shorts, slipping his hands down feeling your pussy shudder at the sudden touch, “Fuck, she’s soaking,” he tells Rafe. His fingers move your panties to the side, slipping into your heat. You pull away from Rafe whimpering, panting from the pressure on your core. Rafe starts to rub figures on your clit joining JJ. The two begin to match each other’s pace, JJ pumping two fingers in and out of you with Rafe rubbing your clit leaving you wanting for more. Rafe’s other hand returns to your throat stimulating you further causing you to let out a loud moan, “Come on, let me hear you scream,” JJ mumbles in your ear-biting your lower lobe. You feel yourself getting closer, and let out a shrieking scream as you cum all over JJ’s fingers.

JJ slips his fingers out, glistening with your juices. He taps your lips urging you to suck his fingers clean.

You lean forward wrapping your pink lips around them tasting yourself, you lick a long strip gathering your wetness before wrapping your mouth around his fingers again pulling away when you feel satisfied. You felt their members poking your thighs, reaching out grabbing both of them rubbing them through their pants, “How about you suck us off like you just did with his fingers.” Rafe says while unbuttoning his pants and rolling them down his legs, JJ copies his actions urging you to get on your knees. It’s an intimidating sight, the two standing up with you facing them in their briefs, their bulges prominent.

You pull down each of their boxers, their erections pop out hitting their belly buttons. Grabbing each one in your hands, Rafe’s shaft is a lot thicker, while JJ is winning in length. You pump JJ’s length while wrapping your lips around Rafe’s thick shaft spreading his precum around with your lips. Rolling your tongue around his tip causing him to let out a muffled grunt, he grabs your head having enough with the teasing, “Open wide.” He begins to thrust in your mouth, grabbing your head as leverage letting you adjust to his length before delivering harsher thrusts.

On the other hand, JJ begins to thrust in your hands wanting some pleasure as well. You spread his precum around using it as lubrication before speeding up your movement making him let out tiny grunts. Your movement comes to a halt when Rafe thrusts a little too deep causing you to gag around his length. He gives one more thrust not moving back, causing you to control your breathing around his member. Finally, pulling away and looking at your face with your mascara running, a few tears blotched on your face and your plumped lips.

JJ turns your attention to his length before thrusting a little more in your hands and pulling you up from your knees. He pulls your shorts and panties down tossing them in a random corner of the house, “Come on,” he grunts at the two of you. He tosses you on a random bed before diving in between your legs and smashing his lips against yours.

You reach for his member, but he slaps your hands away. He spreads your legs, eagerly thrusting into you. Both letting out a sigh of relief, lifting your leg he puts it on his shoulder continuing his stirring thrusts. Rafe joins you on the bed, palming your breasts under his large hands. He starts playing with your nipples increasing the pleasure that you’re feeling all over. JJ moves you targeting your g-spot causing your body to rip away from the bed before Rafe grabs a tight grip on your hips pushing you down onto the bed. JJ reaches down rubbing your clit causing your orgasm to build up, “Fuc-k, JJ I’m coming,” you scream out. He places a harsh slap on your clit causing you to jolt and making you feel like you’re floating after calming down from your orgasm.

JJ lays down on the bed pulling you on top of him before Rafe reaches down circling his thumb around your tighter hole, “You’ve ever been touched here,” he whispers in your ear. You shake your head, body trembling from the previous orgasm. JJ pulls his lips against yours giving you an impulsive slap to your ass. Gasping out from the sudden action, JJ swallows your gasps slipping his tongue back in your mouth.

“You got any lube, she’s tight as hell here I got to stretch her out a bit,” Rafe asks JJ. He reaches for a bottle hidden in his dresser tossing it to Rafe who catches it with ease. Pouring some lube over your hole, and his fingers he slowly presses one in your rear. An uncomfortable squeak blurts out from your mouth, which JJ silences with his lips. Rafe continues to stretch you out with his fingers pausing when he feels you stiffen. After managing to get his third finger in, he decides to try it with his cock. He signals JJ to distract you, you feel his member press against your tight hole slightly whimpering, “It’s okay princess, you’re going to beg me to go faster in a minute,” Rafe grunts in your ear. Moving slightly, pushing his length inch by inch, feeling yourself stretch out, you grab JJ to steady yourself. He reaches down rubbing your clit to distract you from the uncomfortable feeling, you feel Rafe’s hips touch your backside when he finally enters you fully, “F-uckk,” he whimpers.

Not moving for a few minutes, he feels you clench on him causing him to give shallow thrusts, “I want you too,” you tell JJ. He grabs his cock watching it disappear between your legs again, Rafe’s thrusts stopping so you can get used to the feeling of the two. You shut your eyes in pleasure and pain, never feeling this full in your life. The two begin thrusting simultaneously, while Rafe would thrust in, JJ would pull out. Feeling yourself already getting close, you move your hands to your clit rubbing it pleasuring yourself further. Rafe pulls you up moving you towards his body, one hand on your chest while the other grabs your neck once again. JJ moves your hand out of the way replacing it with his own rapidly rubbing your clit.

A new feeling begins to build up with your core causing you to scratch at the air trying to grab onto something, the boys quicken their pace gripping every part of your body trying to get closer to their own orgasm. Beginning to see stars, you try to push JJ’s hands away, his strength preventing you. Your vision goes blurry as you let out silent scream falling limp in Rafe’s arms, “Fuck, she just squirted, that’s so fucking hot,” JJ groans. Finishing up their own orgasm the two fill you up with their cum, milking it out until every bit is inside of you.

Pulling out of you and watching their cum leak out of each of your holes onto your thighs mixing together with your own juices. Slowly opening your eyes from your euphoric state, you face JJ’s baby blue eyes, “Welcome back Sunshine,” he grins at you. Rafe begins leaving sloppy kisses all over your body, your body trembling from the new feeling.

He reaches down getting close to your heat before you can stop him, his fingers slip inside you gathering your wetness using it as lubrication. Your body moves off the bed trying to move away from him because of the overstimulation, “Please, Rafe I can’t anymore.” JJ pulls you on his lap whispering sweet things in your ears, “He didn’t see you squirt babe, you going show him how beautiful you look right?” JJ asks you while twisting your nipples between your fingers. Rafe nods his head giving you a pouty look, “You going to do it again right, just for me sweetheart.”

He speeds up his fingers while lowering himself and presses his tongue against your clit at the same time, your body craving him and inviting him further to continue his actions. He finds your g-spot when you let out a yelp, screaming “Right, there.” He claims the same spot over and over again, while JJ continues to whisper in your ear urging you to cum for them. The same feeling comes back building up in your abdomen once again, “I---,” you try to say but it’s too late you squirt all over Rafe’s fingers, tongue and body. Your body trembling and exhausted from the multiple orgasms you had that night. Feeling satisfied with seeing your shaking body because of what he did, he pulls his fingers out of you, slipping them in his mouth, licking your juices clean. You sigh at the sight, feeling turned on but no ounce in your body wanting to continue.

JJ leans in one more time leaving a passionate kiss on your lips before laying down beside you, while Rafe lays on the other side. The room is foggy smelling like pure sex and sweat with the only sound echoing through is your deep breathing.

Breaking the silence, “So who was better?” Rafe asks you. You look at the two boys and realize that they were serious, leaving you a giggling mess you shake your head at them.

“I never said I’ll choose, I just said you guys should do me instead of fighting,” you tell the two before wrapping your arms around Rafe pulling JJ closer to cuddle you from behind. They share a look before leaning in pressing their lips against your body again.

“Maybe, we need to try it again, so that you have an actual answer.”

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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Not Perfect (JJ Maybank x reader) pt. 1

Summary: JJ Maybank is the one who makes sure your kook lawn is immaculate. Your family may look perfect just like the lawn from someone looking from the outside in, but it turns out you and JJ have more in common than you thought.

A/N: Well, here is part 1 of the new JJ Maybank series! I hope you guys like it. I’m not sure how many parts this will have. Probably only 3, but we’ll see how it goes.

!!warning: This story talks about abuse through out, so if that’s triggering please don’t read. This is strictly fiction.

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You step out onto your front porch, a glass of lemonade in your hand. Taking a sip you watched as JJ pushed the mower across the front lawn. He was early this morning. He’d discarded his shirt and you could see the beats of sweat along his back, along with the muscles work. He was handsome, no doubt about that.

Stepping back inside before he saw you, you went and grabbed a cold-water bottle from the fridge and headed back out. “Hey!” You called out as you walked to JJ through the fresh cut grass.

He turned around and then bent down to turn off the mower, “Hey. Everything okay?”

You nod, holding a water bottle to him, “You need to stay hydrated.”

He takes it and generously gulps it down, “Thank you.” He can’t help himself; he lets his eyes wonder down your body. He’d always thought you were beautiful. This was the one house on figure 8 he didn’t mind working out in the heat for. You were always the nicest to him too. He knew you two could never be anything. He was a pogue and you were a kook.

“You’re here early this morning. I almost missed you.” You push your sunglasses over your head.

“Yeah, I got a few more yards to get done today, so I wanted to get an early start.” He wipes the back of his hand over his forehead, leaving a small piece of grass.

“You.. you got a little,” stepping closer your slowly brought your hand to his forehead and grabbed the grass.

He watched as you leaned in, your strawberry shampoo leaving off a fragrance. He could see you had freckles along your cheeks and a small scar over your eyebrow, something he’d never noticed. He’d also never been this close to you. You were close enough he could lean in-

“Y/n!” Your dad yelled.

He’d watched as you jumped at your dad calling your name, your demeanor changing. You jumped back, looking at him and faking a smile, “yes?”

“Your mother needs help on the back porch. Leave the yard boy alone.” He took a sip of whatever was in a glass. JJ wondered if it was alcohol. His dad drank early in the mornings too. Your family was perfect though, nothing like his family.

You turned back around, “Sorry, I gotta go.”

JJ nods, “Yeah, I gotta get back to work.” He stuffs the water bottle in his back pocket, “Thanks for the water.”

You slip your glasses back over your face, nodding, “of course.” You flashed him a smile and headed back to the house. He took a moment to watch you. No one else would have caught it, but he did. He saw it because he does the same thing; the small flinch when your dad put his hand on your shoulder.

JJ took a sip of the red solo cup as he surveyed the beach. It was a Friday night, you were always on the beach for these parties, kook boys following you around like a bunch of lost puppies, but he hadn’t spotted you.

“You looking for someone?” John B asked from next to him.

He takes another sip, “No.”

“He is. He’s looking for y/n.” Kie smirks, sitting on the other side of JJ.

“The girl you cut grass for?” Pope asks.

“She’s just usually here.” JJ shrugs, standing.

“Maybe she has other plans than party on the beach like we all do.” Kie says, “I mean she’s a kook. Her family probably took their private jet to the Bahamas for the weekend or something.”

“Her family is literally the definition of perfect.” Pope adds, “I deliver groceries there every Tuesday and I don’t think I’ve ever seen any dirt in their house. I mean the place is spotless. Same with the yard.”

JJ takes another look around the beach, “I don’t know if they’re perfect. No one’s perfect.” He looks at Pope, “Can I tag along Tuesday to help deliver groceries?”

“So, you can see her?” John B smirks, “Dude, you’re so whipped for her.”

JJ rolls his eyes, “No, because I need the extra cash.”

Kie hums, “Sure, JJ. Okay.” She does the whip motion with her hands.

Okay so he did need the extra cash but also because he needed a reason to see you. He wouldn’t be back at your house until Friday to work on the lawn and he wanted to see you before then. There was something not sitting right with him and he wanted to check on you. Obviously, he can’t just show up to your house, so delivering groceries to your house with Pope? Not suspicious at all.

“I got this, Pope.” JJ says, grabbing the groceries and stepping off the dock.

Pope nods, sitting down, “Good, cause I could use a break.”

JJ heads up the dock to the house, glancing around. The yard was perfect. Nothing was out of place. Maybe he just did a good job? Even after the rainstorm last night, you’d think there would be some debris from the trees, but there was nothing. He steps up on the front porch and knocks.

You slip down the stairs, wrapped in a blanket, but your dad beats you to the door. When he opens it, it’s JJ standing there with groceries. “Delivery.” JJ holds the groceries up.

Your dad nods, opening the door, “Just set it in the kitchen.”

He glances at you as he walks by. He wonders if you’d been crying. He could see your face was splotchy and red.

“I’ll take him to the kitchen.” You say to your dad, who waves you off before stepping back into another room and closing the door. You motion for JJ to follow you, “Pope okay today?”

“Huh?” He asks, following you.

“Pope. He’s usually the one who delivers the groceries. Is he okay?” You motion to the island, “you can just set them there.”

“Oh yeah.” He sets the groceries on the island, “I needed the extra cash is all. So, I tagged along.”

You nod, “Tell him I said hey.” You look through the fridge, grabbing two coconut waters, “And give him one of these. He likes them.”

“Coconut water?” JJ asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You laugh a little nodding, “I keep it around for Pope when he delivers. He likes them.”

JJ shakes his head, “Pope likes coconut water.” He chuckles, “Alright I’ll give him one.” He starts to step away from you but turns back around, “You weren’t at the boneyard Friday night.”

“Keeping tabs on me, Maybank?” You smirk, raising an eyebrow.

JJ blushes, “I just..”

You laugh, putting a hand on his arm, “It’s okay. I um.. I had something come up.” You slip a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Oh. Okay… well I better get going.”

“See you on Friday?” You ask, following him to the door.

He opens it and turns to you, “Bright and early Friday morning.” He smiles and you return the smile, “Bye JJ.” Your voice is soft, almost like it would burst into tears.

He didn’t want to leave but he pushed himself out the door, “Bye y/n.” and stepped off the porch. Pope was right, the house was perfect and clean. Too perfect. I mean there wasn’t anything out of place. As he makes his way back to the dock, he takes one last glance at the house to see your dad standing at the window, watching him.

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rudysrings · 4 years

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Twin Pogues of the OBX - 1

A/N + Summary: SO I’m currently obsessed with the Outer Banks right now, and I had no idea that there was so much hype about it until I hit tumblr after watching the show. It kind of got me back into writing for a bit so I thought I would go ahead and publish something that’s been sitting in my drafts. It’s essentially a fanfic that goes through the entire show from the perspective of the reader, who is John B’s twin sister. Let me know if it piques anyone’s interest, because I don’t want to keep pushing out something that people hate lol.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing, slowburn

Word count: 3056

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You didn’t want to admit it, but you were tired of listening to the waves. It made you sick to your stomach. It didn’t help that the Chateau was so close to the water that it was all you could hear at night. The waves crashing on the shore. The waves colliding with each other. The waves fighting to topple boats that made the mistake of trying to take on a storm too big for them.

You listened for your father in every wave. You hoped you’d at least hear the ghost of your father.

Unlike John B, you had no hope that your father was alive. At first, you didn’t bother voicing that thought, but as time went on, and John B continued to have delusions, you started getting more and more vocal about your opinion. Your dad was dead. Period.

And it was time that John B accepted that, too.

The two of you may have been twins, but you were as different as two people could get. John B was, for the most part, quiet, reserved and mild. You, on the other hand, had a fuse shorter than the short end of the stick you had pulled. You were hot headed and often misjudged situations too quickly. John B was the calm before your storm. You preferred to call yourself passionate. You smoked, John B did not. You slept around with far too many tourons. John B did not. John B was a dense motherfucker. You could read the room the moment you walked in. The only thing that really bonded the two of you was your love for surfing, your love for the pogues and your love for your dad.

Now that one of those things had died, or simply “vanished,” as John B would say, all that was keeping your two member family together were the pogues and surfing.

The last few months had been hell, and all you wanted this summer, was to have a good time, all the time.

Speaking of which, you and the pogues had decided to break in the summer with a little rule-breaking. Kiara wanted to check out one of Gary’s new beach-house developments, which was being built right over a turtle habitat. You all shrugged at the suggestion and agreed.

You threw a can of beer up, JJ catching it instantly, wrinkling his nose when he looked at the label. “This is the shit stuff, Y/N,” he complained.

You rolled your eyes. “Next time I’ll boot-leg champagne for ya, sweetheart,” you drawled.

JJ winked. “That’s more like it.”

Rolling your eyes, you tossed two beers to Pope, which he promptly dropped and bent down to grab, dusting himself off, embarrassed.

You rolled your eyes, watching as he threw one to John B, who was far too drunk to hold onto it, dropping it on the deck of the house, causing it to burst.

Before you could comment on Kie’s overly concerned “Please don’t kill yourself,” to John B, you heard voices yelling “Hey! What are you kids doing up there?!”

“Shit,” You said, looking for your hat.

“I second that shit,” said Pope nervously.

John B swiftly made his way down, grabbing Kie’s hand and leading them out, Pope on their heels.

“Guys, have you seen my-”

Suddenly, you felt something slip over your head, and you smiled up at JJ, who patted the top of your head and pushed you down the stairs and out of the house, all five of you laughing as Gary and his men chased after you.

As John B jumped the fence, he held his hand out to help Kie over, doing the same for you once she made it. You rolled your eyes, slapping his hand away and smoothly making it over yourself.

Pope, as expected, fell over onto the ground as he jumped, JJ shoving him further jokingly. You glared at the boy, and he held his hands up as you helped Pope up, pulling him by the hand into a sprint.

JJ held his hand out of John B’s beat up old van, pulling your laughing body in. Pope closed the door as John B gunned it, but you opened it again, teasing Gary, who was struggling to catch up with you guys.

You tossed him a beer, which he tried to catch, but failed as he stopped running, his hands on his knees.

JJ laughed as he too leaned out of the van, “They don’t pay you enough, bro!” He yelled to Gary.

Your hair blew in the wind, strands of it tickling JJ’s cheeks.

He spat overdramatically, coughing, “Hey, uh, Y/N? You mind not choking me with your hair?”

You simply gave him a playful punch in the gut, taking a seat in between Kie’s knees, who was sitting on the bench behind John B.

Kie took your long, wild hair in her hands, taming it into a french braid. JJ watched with a goofy smile on his face, his conversation with Pope getting too boring.

John B drove down to the docks, where you guys took out the HMS Pogue for the rest of the day. You tried to slap the book out of Kie’s hands, holding a freshly rolled blunt out for her to share with you, but she glared at you, turning back to her reading. You noticed Pope doing the same thing.

JJ grabbed the blunt from your hands, lighting it.

You leaned an elbow on his shoulder, tutting. “Didn’t realize we ran with a bunch of nerds…”

Before Kie and Pope could retort, John B turned around, releasing a pile of freshly caught fish onto the deck of the boat and you cheered. “Nice, John B. We eatin’ good, today.”

“Yeah we are. You’re cooking.”

“I’m what?”

John B smiled smugly, “I did the catching, you do the cooking.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Fine then I’ll also do more of the eating.”

“I never agreed to that,” John B argued.

You turned to him, “And that’s because you’re a greedy, cocksucking parasite and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. We’re here to have fun, you guys,” said Kie, her hands out to the two of you.

“Man, I’d really like to go one day without you guys at each other’s goddamn throats,” Pope groaned.

“Forget the fish, there’s a party tonight. First summer party. We gotta be there,” said JJ.

“Hell yeah, I’ll take a touron dick appointment over fish and chips any day,” you put your hands on your hips, looking at the rest of the pogues.

John B rolled his eyes at your blunt words, while Pope and Kie shrugged, agreeing.

Everyone looked to John B and he sighed before saying, “Yeah, I’m down.”

You all cheered, running over and piling on top of him, laughing.

The party was one of the best you had been to yet. While Kiara got on her soapbox about plastic and the boys were looking for girls to flirt with, you were on the hunt for someone who could make your night count.

As you waited in line at the keg to fill up your cup, the guy behind you spoke up. “You look too good to be hanging around the cut.” He flirted.

Your blood boiled as you turned around to get in this guy’s face. You stopped short once you saw what a nice face it was. You weren’t shallow, just… horny. “Am I now?” You smiled slightly.

He nodded, “Oh yes, too good for North Carolina even. The likes of you belong in Hollywood, babe.”

He had neatly trimmed blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Guess you had a type, after all, you thought fleetingly.

“Wow, can I get a name, kind stranger?” You flashed your teeth.

“It’s Asher ma’am, and you are?”

You shrugged, handing your cup to the guy near the keg, who handed it back within a second, full. You put your hand on Asher’s cheek, tapping it as one would a small child, “Oh, sweetheart, you gotta earn that.”

Asher’s eyebrows rose, walking with you down the beach. “How might I go about that?” He asked, suggestively.

You smirked. “It’s not how, honey, it’s where.”

And that was all you needed to let this guy rock your world that night.

You woke up alone the next morning in the hammock outside the Chateau, having crashed there after the party. Groaning, you rolled over until you fell on the ground, struggling to pick yourself up. John B appeared out of nowhere, helping you up.

He handed you some water, which you downed immediately, his hand on your back.

“You alright, kid?” He asked. You nodded, “Yeah, I just need a shower like yesterday,” You moaned.

John B nodded, slapping your shoulder. “Next time don’t drink so much, eh?”

You rolled your eyes, flipping him off as you walked inside. You were heading to the bathroom when you passed John B’s bedroom. You noticed JJ, half-naked and leaning over some blonde on your brother’s bed, his forehead practically touching hers. He noticed you instantly. Some emotion flashed across his face before he glared. “Dude, come on. Get outta here,” he said and you smirked.

“Get some, JJ,” you encouraged, barely dodging the pillow he hurled at you as you shut the door.

As you walked into the bathroom, you couldn’t understand why your stomach lurched when you thought about what JJ was probably doing with that blonde in John B’s bed. You shrugged, it was probably just the alcohol.

That afternoon, you and John B had an appointment with social services, who basically confirmed that you two would be put in foster care after they confirmed that your uncle wasn’t home to look after you two tomorrow.

As John B expected, you didn’t take it well. To your credit, you kept it together in the social worker’s office, but you practically had a meltdown the moment you stepped foot outside.

“How can they just fucking take us away! What did we even do wrong? It’s not our fucking fault Uncle T decided to split! Can’t they see that we’re better off on our goddamn own, John B?!”

John B shrugged. “Not much we can do, Y/N. It’s the law.”

At that, your breaths came even faster, “But it’s not fair, John B! What if-What if they split us up?” You were almost hyperventilating now, pulling your own hair.

John B furrowed his eyebrows, pulling you into a hug. “They’re not going to do that. I’m not going to let that happen, Y/N, you hear me?”

You pushed him away from you, “We’ll see, John B.”

The two of you caught a break. Hurricane Agatha came in the same day DCS was supposed to do your assessment. Your mind immediately went to the sick waves that would be forming. You tugged on John B’s shirt, pulling him away from the TV, “Call DCS and call them to reschedule. And then grab your surfboard.” Your grin stretched across your whole face, your eyes probably wild.

John B looked confused, then concerned. “You can’t be serious. There’s a hurricane?”

“Dead serious.” You crossed your arms. “Like you can resist these waves.”

John B shrugged. “Yeah, I’m in.”

The two of you ran out to the ocean, the dark clouds and harsh winds not fazing you, Pope having bailed on you guys, claiming that these weren’t surfable waves.

As you surfed the waves, constantly getting wiped out due to their sheer size and speed, you couldn’t help the thought: Did a wave like this kill Dad?

John B tried to surf a few waves, but he lacked not only your skill, but also your tenacity. He gave up and simply watched you from his seat on his board.

When you noticed a clearly fancy boat being tossed around in the waves, you pointed it out to John B, who squinted, trying to make it out. He agreed that it was strange. Who would go out in a storm like this?

The next morning, after surveying the damage that Agatha had caused, John B suggested that you guys go fishing, given the likeliness that there would be a whole lot of fish to catch in the marsh today.

Happy to put off cleaning up for a day and high on the fact that DCS wouldn’t be able to catch a ferry down here for at least a couple of days, you agreed.

After practically kidnapping Pope from his dad and picking up Kiara, the five of you drove down to the marsh, Pope steering.

Giggling, you pulled JJ by the hand up to the bow of the HMS Pogue and handed him one of the beers that Kiara had brought. He smirked and held it up along with you as he shouted for Pope to go faster. Pope groaned. “We’ve tried this like six thousand times.”

You shook your head. “I’ve got this. It’s gonna work.”

And it did. Kind of. You and JJ were downing your beers, Kiara complaining that it was getting in your hair. You looked over at JJ from your peripheral and smiled slightly at his silly face, mouth open like a fish as he attempted to get all of the beer that was being hurled out of the bottle.

Until the boat lurched to a sudden stop, catapulting you and JJ into the air. You felt your entire body flip as you fell into the water with a loud crash, water surrounding your ears. You broke the surface immediately, blinking against the sunlight. “Fuuuck,” you groaned.

You felt JJ reach you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You good?” You nodded at him, resting your hands on his shoulders as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

John B called out, “You good, Y/N? JJ?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,” JJ groaned.

You swam back to the boat, JJ right behind you. “Pope, what did you do?” You asked.

Pope looked as confused as the rest of you guys. “Sandbar. Channel changed.”

As you made it onto the boat, JJ pulled himself up, too, saying, “No shit.”

As your clothes were soaked, you slid your shorts and t-shirt off, leaving you in your teal halter bikini.

You didn’t miss how JJ’s eyes dragged up your figure, his ears turning pink when he reached your eyes and realized you noticed.

Biting your lip to keep from laughing, you turned to Pope, who had his eyes on something in the water.

“Guys...I think there’s a boat down there,” He said.

John B scoffed, “Shut up.”

Kie smiled, “No way.”

But Pope didn’t let up, “No, no, guys. I’m serious. There’s a boat down there.”

You all leaned over the side of the boat and sure enough, there was a large shadow, vague, but obviously in the shape of the hull of a boat.

“Holy shit. He’s right; let’s go!” You said, jumping into the water.

As you swam towards the shadow, you heard Pope muse, “You think there’s a dead body down there?”

You couldn’t stop your subconscious from immediately thinking Dad.

You almost threw up at the thought of stumbling across your own father’s drowned corpse.

But you knew that if that was the case, you would handle it far better than John B. You swam faster, trying to get down there before him.

The five of you made your way to the boat, your eyebrows raising against the water as you saw what kind of boat it was. This was a rich guy’s boat for sure. You recognized it as the boat from yesterday. You all took a peek inside, but couldn’t make out a body. You sighed aloud, bubbles releasing in the water.

As you guys resurfaced, you all laughed.

“That’s a Grady-White,” JJ laughed in shock, “A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy.”

You guys climbed back into the boat. John B gave you a look. “That’s the boat we saw when we surfed the surge. Maybe it hit the jetty or something.”

Kie looked confused. “You surfed the surge.”

You smirked. “Well… I surfed the surge. John B mostly just watched.” Your brother rolled his eyes but he didn’t correct you.

JJ was getting on the boat when he heard you say that and his entire face lit up. “Yeah, that’s my girl, pogue style,” he said, giving you a high-five.

You grinned back, your stomach involuntarily tumbling at the words my girl.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself. Kie noticed, shooting you a look.

You blushed, looking away.

Pope asked, “Wait, wait, do we know who’s boat that is?”

John B opened the hatch on the deck of the boat, looking for the anchor inside. “No. but we’re about to find out.”

JJ shook his head, “Dude, it’s too deep.”

“Only for the weak and feeble, JJ,” John B said.

“Well, I’m not resuscitating you. I’m just making that clear up front.”

You worried that there could still be a body down there. Your father’s body. John B couldn’t see that. Plus, something about the thought of diving felt like a challenge. You took the anchor from John B’s hands. “I’ll go,” You said.

“What the fuck, no Y/N,” said John B.

JJ grabbed your upper arm, “Yeah, not a good idea,” he said.

You shook him off lightly. “I’m doing it,” you insisted.

JJ shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t mind resuscitating you,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes, “You wouldn’t even know how.”

JJ smirked, “Yeah, but I have experience with-”

Pope interjected as you walked to the edge. “Diver down, fool,” he shook his head in slight disappointment. But then again, when was Pope not disappointed in you?”

JJ came over to you. Looking you hard in the eyes, he gave you a questioning look. You steeled your eyes. “I’m ready.”

He smirked, “You better be.” He gave you a shove on your shoulders, pushing you backwards off the bow of the boat and you could hardly hear him say “Diver down,” and John B say, “The fu-” before the water hit you, swallowing you whole as you quickly sunk with the weight of the anchor.

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tsarisfanfiction · 4 years

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End of Blue: Chapter 1

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Gordon Tracy, Scott Tracy, Tracy Brothers

Thunderbird One’s dead in the water. Scott Tracy isn’t responding. Rescues never feel the same when it’s one of their own they have to save.

~~~ Once again, you can all thank, or blame, the wonderful @gumnut-logic for this thing. Two seemingly unrelated vague conversations have ended up culminating in one of my specialties - yup, another Scott!whump, as though I haven’t written enough of these already (no such thing as enough!). Not sure how frequently this is going to be updated - or how long it’ll be. I know what Chapter 2 is going to do and I know there will need to be at least one more chapter after that, but muses do weird things. Title has been snaffled from Beast in Black’s “End of the World”, make of that what you will.

“Gordon!”

John appeared in front of him, looking not quite his usual calm self. For John to be showing that, even to a brother who’d learnt to read his nuances, meant that something was very, very wrong.

Gordon’s hands inadvertently tightened on the controls of Thunderbird Four as he held the sinking ship steady while Alan did the evac in Thunderbird Two. This sounded like terrible timing.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, skipping all the quips he’d make if it was just a regular check-in. The loss of John’s fantastic poker face and resulting prickles down his spine told him it was far from one.

“How long until evac’s done?” his space-residing brother asked. An unusual question from their Eye In The Sky, but with Thunderbird Five under annual maintenance, the ginger didn’t have all his usual data. Not even half of it. Maybe that was causing the panic, but it was just that – annual. Nothing unusual, if universally disliked.

“Alan’s clearing the last of them now,” he said. “But I’ve been asked to hold the ship steady until the GDF get here; they’re suspecting something’s-”

“Screw the GDF,” John interrupted, and woah something was really niggling him if he was getting that obviously frantic. “The first instant you can let go of that ship, get the hell back to Two.”

That was not John-typical at all. Gordon’s squid sense almost exploded.

“What’s happened?” he asked. “John, where do I need to be?” He was running through scenarios but he couldn’t think of a single reason John would be hurrying him like this. Not unless-

“Thunderbird One’s down.”

Shit. “In the ocean?”

“North Pacific.”

That was the other side of the world. Two hours, easy, until they got there, and they didn’t even have Virgil to get all the juice out of his ‘bird, what with the collection of broken bones he’d acquired on the last rescue. Gordon forced his hands to relax before he inadvertently gave Four a command he didn’t mean to.

“Scott?” Thunderbird One was watertight, she should be able to hold out as long as she wasn’t too deep. As long as whatever had taken her down hadn’t compromised that… What the hell even took her down?

“Not answering.” John always looked a shade or two off through the holograms, but Gordon suspected that this time the too-pale skin wasn’t entirely a trick of technology. “Too much of Thunderbird Five is still offline; I don’t have telemetry. Brains and EOS are working as fast as they can, but it’ll still be a few more hours before she’s fully back online.”

Gordon was just grateful enough of her was online to register One’s crash.

“Have you told Alan?” he asked.

“He knows you need to get to the North Pacific yesterday,” John answered. “Not why.”

Alan was going to be furious at being left in the dark, but Gordon understood why. He’d have to fill him in on the flight over.

“We’ll get there,” he promised, because there wasn’t another option. They had to. “Give me updates as you get them.”

“F.A.B.” It was a reluctant acknowledgement, but they both knew John was almost useless until Five was fully online. “I’ll update Tracy Island.”

Gordon did not envy him that task one bit. Virgil was going to freak out. Badly.

“That’s the last of them, Gordon,” Alan broke in. “John says-”

“On my way,” Gordon interrupted – okay, so he was a little frazzled, too. Sue him. It wasn’t every day he had to rescue his eldest brother from an unplanned watery landing. “John told me. I’ll fill you in on the details when we’re on the way.” He released the ship and shot back towards his floating module as fast as Thunderbird Four could handle. “Don’t wait for me to get out of Four. Grab the module as soon as I’m docked and go.”

“What about the crew? We need to drop them off, remember?”

Gordon had forgotten about the crew. “Any of them need the hospital?” A high-speed spin and he was in position for the cable to draw Thunderbird Four up the ramp.

“No, but-”

“Then they get a joyride in Two.” Clunk, and the docking began. Maybe he shouldn’t be authorising a nice round trip for a bunch of sailors, but it was already a two hour journey and they had no idea how badly Scott was hurt, or what sort of damage One had taken. Gordon had salvaged downed planes before.

They weren’t pretty.

“Gordon, what-”

“Module’s ready for retrieval,” he interrupted, mostly because he didn’t want to answer the inevitable question just yet. “Haul me up and punch it.”

“F.A.B.” Alan sounded far from happy, but the familiar noises and rocking sensation of module retrieval began.

Despite his instinct being to run straight to the cockpit and fill Alan in, thereby making sure he was indeed going as fast as Two could go, Gordon took his time with his post-dive checks. Thunderbird Four needed to be in top condition for the next rescue, and he refused to jeopardise Scott’s safety by fluffing the checks on the ‘bird that was going to save him.

She was, thankfully, just fine. No warning lights, no errors, scratches or scrapes. Thunderbird Four was more than ready for the rescue.

Now they just had to wait until they got there.

“Explain,” Alan ordered the moment he entered the cockpit. The rescued crew were also looking at him attentively, although thankfully none of them seemed to mind the detour. Gordon ignored them as he sidled into his seat and began checking their flight data.

Alan was a good kid; he’d heard punch it and taken it for the order it was. Thunderbird Two was travelling at top speed, hurtling through the skies towards her drowning sister with everything she had.

Still, there was always room for a little more, and Gordon flicked a few switches.

“Gordon!”

“Thunderbird One’s down,” he admitted. Behind them, he heard the unified gasps of shock from their passengers. “John can’t raise her, and we have no telemetry.”

“In the ocean?” Alan asked. He didn’t sound like he believed it. Gordon just hoped he wasn’t going to go into shock when it sank in. Hell, he hoped he wasn’t going to go into shock when it sank in.

“Yup. No more data, no idea why, no contact. We just know she’s down.”

Despite already reportedly being maxed out, Thunderbird Two sped up. Gordon knew Virgil hated it when Alan or Scott treated her like their own ‘birds and pushed the limits, but he suspected they might get a pass this time.

Speaking of their grounded older brother…

“Gordon, Alan!”

Virgil looked awful. The pyjamas and general ‘injured person’ vibes – including at least one visible cast and general mummification by bandages – aside, it was entirely too obvious that he’d been filled in on what little they knew.

“Receiving you, Virgil. Any way this girl of yours can go any faster?” he answered. “Alan’s trying, but he’s not you.”

“Hey!”

“Make sure you get there in one piece!” Virgil demanded.

“That’s the plan,” Alan promised. “Anything from Scott?”

Virgil’s face tightened, panic and frustration both clearly etched onto his face. It hurt to look at – Gordon knew he wanted nothing more than to be where Alan was right then, getting every last scrap of speed out of his ‘bird. Gordon wanted him there, too, and not just for piloting. Virgil would have a plan, but most importantly, Virgil had the best medical knowledge. If Scott was hurt – not really an if if they weren’t getting any contact from him – Gordon wanted the best man for the job.

The best man was currently stuck in the infirmary with too many broken bones to be of any practical use even once they got Scott home. Gordon and Alan were just going to have to make do with their lesser qualifications.

“Nothing,” Virgil growled, as though the word physically pained him. It probably did.

“Maybe he’s just out of range while Five’s down?” Alan suggested hopefully. They all knew that wasn’t likely, but Gordon wasn’t going to be the one to shoot it down. Not when he wanted to believe it, too.

“I’ll try pinging him from Two,” he said instead, both for something to do and in the vain hope that Alan might be right – never mind that geographically they were further from Tracy Island than Thunderbird One was and their comms were working fine.

“Is there anything we can do?” the ship’s captain asked from behind them. “I know we’re not you guys, but if there’s anything…”

Gordon was so glad they weren’t kicking up a fuss.

“Accept our apologies for the extended trip,” he shrugged. “Otherwise, there’s not much anyone can do until we know more.” He opened the line to Thunderbird One.

It connected. Normally, he’d call that a good start. Now, it just filled him with dread, because it meant comms weren’t down.

“Thunderbird One from Thunderbird Two,” he called. “Scott, are you receiving?”

Silence.

On the other line, Virgil looked almost as pale as John’s normal holographic visage. Whether that was the pain from his injuries, or something less physical, Gordon didn’t dare guess.

“Scott!” he tried again. “Thunderbird One, do you hear me?”

Nothing. Not even a flicker of visual or a semi-conscious groan of pain. Nothing at all.

The thought crossed his mind that Scott wasn’t even in her.

“John, how soon before you get the cameras back online?” he asked. The ginger head popped up to accompany Virgil’s over the dashboard – Gordon’s earlier observation had been right. Their faces were both the exact same pallor. It wasn’t a good look on either of them. Beside him, Alan wasn’t looking too hot, either. He didn’t dare think about his own appearance. “If we can’t raise him, we can at least try and see what we’re dealing with.”

The line had connected, and he hadn’t heard water. Hopefully that meant she wasn’t leaking and Scott was still comfy and dry, but Gordon wanted to be sure.

Needed to be sure. The rescue would be a lot more complicated without that sort of information.

“Cameras are online, but Thunderbird One’s are turned off right now.” John’s face was the picture of frustration, and he wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding it in his voice, either. “It’ll take a little longer before I can access them to turn them on, but EOS is making it a priority.”

Scott never let any of the rest of them turn their internal cameras off. From now on, Gordon was going to enforce that rule for Thunderbird One, too. If John and Virgil didn’t beat him to it.

Beside him, Alan was sitting in silence, staring ahead as though if he glared at the world hard enough, he could discover the secrets of teleportation. Gordon really wished it worked that way.

Sadly, teleportation didn’t exist, and they were having to do things the slow way. Not that Two was slow, but she certainly wasn’t fast enough. Not today.

The minutes crawled past like hours. With Alan firmly in control and channelling Scott’s inner-speed demon as much as the big green ‘bird would allow, there was little for Gordon to do except periodically try to hail Scott, getting ever more concerned as silence persistently responded. He could understand a black-out for a few minutes, but it was – he checked the time – at least an hour since John had contacted him and there was still nothing on the other end of the line.

Virgil was still there, hovering in his bed-bound state and periodically throwing his own frantic calls Scott’s way. Gordon hadn’t even tried to tell him to leave it to them, reminding him that there was nothing he could do.

No-one knew that better than Virgil, after all, and his frustration at his helplessness was steadily mounting the longer the silence persisted.

With no solid information on what they were going to find – external access cameras, which Scott hadn’t turned off, were merrily showing nothing but water and the occasional sea life investigating the strange intruder – Gordon turned his time towards planning. Plans for an intact Thunderbird One, plans for a leaking Thunderbird One, plans of extraction depending on the severity of Scott’s condition. He might be going in blind, but he wasn’t going to be going in unprepared.

“Coming up on the co-ordinates now.” Alan broke through his planning – this scenario involving Thunderbird One somehow stuck and unable to be airlifted – to give him the heads’ up. His younger brother had been far too subdued the entire flight, and Gordon just hoped he’d be able to keep it together a while longer. Thunderbird Five wasn’t online enough to have remote control access yet.

And she still didn’t have telemetry, which John was panicking over more and more as Scott continued to be non-responsive, or control over Thunderbird One’s internal cameras.

“F.A.B.,” Gordon responded automatically, getting up from his seat and heading straight for the module and his Thunderbird. She was just as he’d left her – fully prepared for the next dive – and he settled into the cockpit with ease of experience.

This was just one more rescue. One with limited information and a brother’s life on the line, but still just one more rescue. He could do this.

He had to do this.

Pre-dive checks were completed, all systems green and raring to go. He wondered if she was as anxious to get to her sister as he was his brother.

“Ready for module deployment,” he reported, and barely a moment later they were falling, crashing into the water and rocking for a moment before they stabilised. “Alan, see if you can get a scan of Thunderbird One’s condition.” It wouldn’t be as good as a Thunderbird Five scan, but immediately overhead, Thunderbird Two should be able to get something.

Thunderbird Four slid out of the module and under the surface to the tune of his brother’s “F.A.B.” Nose pointed down and sonar active, he pushed her as fast as he dared towards the location they had for the downed Thunderbird. It wouldn’t be exact – Thunderbird Five’s maintenance downtime crippling the accuracy – but Gordon had enough faith in it to trust that he was at least in range.

Sonar registered the craft just as Alan called him.

“Scans show one life sign,” he said, and Gordon knew he wasn’t imagining the relief in his younger brother’s voice – mostly because he felt it, too. One life sign meant Scott was alive. Whatever state he was in, he was alive. “But Thunderbird One’s been taking on water. Scans suggest she’s half-flooded.”

That was not such good news. It had to be a small leak, if it was only half after two hours, but with Scott still not responding, he had no idea if his brother was wearing his helmet.

Flooding also meant she was going to be heavier to lift, but the amount of water meant it would be too risky to deploy the tube to link the two craft and attempt to evac Scott into Four. He sent one more ping at the downed Thunderbird, hoping against hope that Scott would answer this time.

He didn’t.

Getting visual on her was a muted sort of relief. On the one hand, Scott was found, but on the other, Thunderbird One was not supposed to be nestled on the seabed. It just wasn’t right.

Her wings were still closed, implying she’d been supersonic, and the nose cone was crumpled from the impact with either the water or the sea floor. Perhaps both. Gordon suspected that was the source of the leak, but he was more interested in the way she wasn’t entirely belly-down. Rolled ever so slightly on her side, he should be able to get some sort of visual through the viewing window.

“I’ve got eyes on her,” he belatedly reported. “Her nose is damaged but otherwise she doesn’t look too bad. She’s not quite belly-down, so I’m going to go EVA and see what I can see through the viewing window.”

He just needed to see Scott. See that he was okay, see if he had his helmet on and if it was intact.

“Be careful,” John warned. “Your suit won’t hold for long at those depths.”

That was normally Virgil’s line, but Virgil had gone silent. Gordon would worry about that later, once Scott was safe.

“I just need to check his condition,” he said, tipping backwards into the airlock. “I won’t be long.”

Compared to Thunderbird Two, Thunderbird One always seemed small. Somehow, in the wide expanse of the ocean, she looked big. Crashed machinery instead of sleek ‘bird. The thought made him shudder as he pushed through the water, heading straight for the panel of window he could see.

Thunderbird One’s emergency lighting was on, dim and shrouding most things in shadow.

It was enough to see that Scott was slumped in the pilot chair. Definitely unconscious, and also not wearing his helmet, because that would have made Gordon’s job too easy.

It wasn’t enough to see why.

He banged on the glass, in case the vibrations could do what persistent comms couldn’t and rouse his brother.

Nothing.

The water was up past Scott’s boots; Gordon couldn’t see how far but his brother was at least partially submerged.

“Alan, we’ll need the lifting bags.” There was no way he could safely get Scott out until they were on the surface.

“Coming down to you now.” It was Virgil who responded, deep voice full of determination. Gordon suspected he’d demanded the remote controls for them. “How is he? Can you see him?”

“I can see he’s still in his seat,” Gordon answered. “Not wearing his helmet, so I can’t evac him until she’s lifted with all that water in her, and still not responding to anything. It’s too dark to see anything else.”

“Any sign of what brought them down?” John asked.

“Nothing,” Gordon admitted, and that concerned him, because what could bring One down – especially with Scott piloting her? “Only damage I’m seeing so far is from the landing.”

“Lift bags incoming,” Virgil warned, and he looked up to see the yellow bags descending.

With one last look at his unmoving brother, eerie with the emergency lighting playing over the water inside, he peeled himself away from the viewing window and swam up to meet them, making sure they were firmly attached to the Thunderbird. No room for error.

“Ready to deploy.”

He swam back to Thunderbird Four, slipping back inside and into the cockpit to watch as the bags inflated and slowly, slowly, peeled the downed ‘bird off of the sea floor.

The ascent seemed to take forever, and Gordon kept pace the entire time, peering through the viewing window as best he could to keep an eye on his brother. There was no movement at all, no reaction to the way his Thunderbird was rising back up to the surface.

If not for Alan’s report of a life sign, he would have been fearing the worst. As it was, he was still terrified that something was badly wrong, although with Thunderbird One mostly intact, he wasn’t sure what. There shouldn’t have been anything to knock him out. Certainly not for this long.

The moment they breached the surface, he latched on to her with Thunderbird Four’s arms and once again left his ‘bird. Gecko gloves gave him the grip he needed to scramble up to Thunderbird One’s dorsal hatch, and with a quick manual override – that thankfully worked – he dropped down into thigh-deep water inside the Thunderbird.

“Scott!” he called, ignoring frantic demands from his brothers that he update them. He’d update them when he knew what was going on himself. Thunderbird One rolled gently with the water she was floating on, somewhat stabilised by Four but not entirely. Not until clanks told him Alan had fired grapples to lock on.

He waded his way towards the pilot chair, eyeing the way Scott was slumped and already mentally running through all the possible reasons for his unresponsiveness. A hand on the shoulder of the seat – not his brother until he knew injuries – and he pulled himself the rest of the way until he was in front of Scott, and-

Oh shit.

He must have said it out loud, because suddenly there were three brothers in his ear – loud and frantic – but he only had eyes for his white, white brother. None of his theories, his suspicions, had been right. Not even close.

Blood-soaked bandages wrapped around Scott’s abdomen, but it wasn’t those that had Gordon’s teeth grinding in a mix of fear and fury. No.

It was the knife buried hilt-deep.

tbc...

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Ocean and Alcohol ✘JJ Maybank✘

(not my Gif. All credit for gif to Maequil!)

masterlist for all completed parts can be found here! Word Count - 5,887 Warnings - There’s a lot of talk about abuse in all forms, but no graphic descriptions. Underage drinking, swearing, and a bit of fighting. Synopsis - You’re a kook, but your life is less than ideal. After a fight with some of the other kooks, you let slip a little about your home life to one JJ Maybank, who is more than intrigued. A/N - Literally no one asked for this, but here it is anyway. This one’s in the second person like most reader inserts, but because I’ve always found Y/N to be incredibly distracting, I gave the “you” a name, but you can always change it as you read. I also might do more with these two. Who am I kidding I probably will. Thank you all so much for your time!

Alcohol thrummed through your system, moving your body to the beat of the music. Sarah Cameron, Queen Kook of the Outer Banks, danced beside you. The two of you weren’t exactly friends, but when the other kooks got too much to handle, you turned to each other. You hadn’t intended to spend the night dancing beside Sarah Cameron, but the pogues threw a kegger and you were the last person to miss a party. Unfortunately, that meant interacting with the three groups of people you hated the most; the kooks, the pogues, and the tourons. So, pretty much, everybody on this island. Still, there was free booze and music, which was all you needed to shut the rest of the world out. Things turned sour when the big three, the trifecta of asshats, stepped in to join the party. Topper, Kelce, and the worst of the bunch, Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s very own brother. He was cruel to everyone, not just you, but you hated him anyway. But he wasn’t going to ruin your night. Your dad had left for the mainland for a few days, which meant you could finally breathe. It didn’t matter if Rafe was staring you down from across the beach, high of his ass, wanting to start a fight with literally anyone. There was no way you were getting in a fight tonight, not when you had the house to yourself. The night was cool, the waves sloshing against the shore, the wind rustling the leaves in the trees. For once in your life, everything felt peaceful.

Peace, however, was against Rafe’s coding. He always had to start something. “Hey, Elma! Did you learn to dance like from your Mommy?” Rafe called across the beach. You dropped your arms, the sway in your hips freezing. Ice ran through your veins. You met Sarah’s eyes. She shook her head slowly, continuing to follow the beat of the music. But Rafe had sufficiently ticked you off, his one and only talent. With a huff, you stepped down from the fallen tree you were dancing on and stormed through the sand, marching past Rafe.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you seethed as you walked past him. You listened to the howling laughter of Rafe and his friends get drowned out by the crashing waves. When you could no longer hear the music or the laughter or the chitter-chatter of the party, you plopped down in the sand.

You called it the goldilocks zone. It was the part of the beach where you could keep your feet in the water without getting your shorts wet by the waves. It was the best place to be when you needed to get your mind off of something. The water was cold enough to chill your senses and clear your mind, the wind blowing the tears off of your face.

You weren’t sure why you always let him get to you. He was just an idiot boy who had too much money and time on his hands with pockets full of insecurities that he projects onto others. It wasn’t your fault his mom left him and his family. It wasn’t your fault his dad expected him to take an inch of responsibility every now and again. Of course, it wasn’t your fault that he was addicted to whatever drugs he had snorted that day. But he somehow managed to make you feel like it.

Every muscle in your body tensed, every nerve on fire. You weren’t sure it was from the alcohol or from your anger, but at the moment, it didn’t matter. With a growl of irritation, you pressed the heels of your palms against your eyes. Your knees bounced up and down from the adrenaline that coursed through you. Tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks, and, frustrated by your tears, you picked up a handful of sand and chucked it into the ocean. You stood with a grumble or two about idiot boys, determined to return to the party. Besides, your shoes and purse were still at the tree that you had been dancing on and you weren’t going to leave without your shoes.

You didn’t get very far before you heard the sound of a fisticuff not too far ahead of her. Sure, you were sick of the fighting, you saw enough of it at home, but when you caught sight of the irritating shade of pink that was Topper’s signature polo shirt, you knew that this was not a fight you were about to miss. Your frustration flooded out of your system as you snuck closer, just to see who the players were. If Topper was there, that meant that Kelce and Rafe were the others on his team. The other team was two boys, but she couldn’t see their faces in the darkness. They were getting beat pretty badly. One was on the ground, Kelce sitting on top of him and shoving his face into the sand. The other was being held by Topper as Rafe beat the shit out of him.

A smile pulled at your lips. Payback was in your sight and it was going to be very sweet.

You leaped over the trunk you were using as a hide-away and ran toward Rafe at full speed. The sheer weight of your momentum threw him off his feet. As soon as he hit the sand, you had him by his shirt and started to pound the shit out of his face.

“I...learned...this...from...my...Daddy!” With every word, you smashed your fist into his face again. It really didn’t take long for your fist to feel sore, but the adrenaline kept you going.

“Look out!” one of the boys said, too little too late. The next second, someone had you by the shoulders and threw you to the ground. You were met with a mouth full of sand. Coughing and spluttering, you tried to stand up, but not before Topper, who was now standing above you, started to kick you in the stomach.

“Lay off her man!” The blows to your stomach subsided. When you looked up to see who had pulled Topper off of you, you wish you hadn’t jumped into the fight. It was none other than JJ Fucking Maybank. If JJ was here, then the other boy must have been John B. A pair of arms was pulling on her, attempting to help her sit up. “Get off me,” you snapped, pulling your shoulder away. “I was just trying to help,” the boy by your side said. It was definitely John B. You narrowed your eyes at him and stood. Rafe was still on the ground, groaning and moaning over his face while Kelce tried to get him to stand up. Topper was getting his shit rocked by JJ.

“JJ, that’s enough,” John B said. The blond-haired pogue looked up from Topper toward John B. There was a look in his eyes that was all too familiar to you. “Let him go, man,” you said finally. JJ scoffed and uncurled his fist from around Topper’s shirt. Topper slid away and helped Rafe all the way to his feet. “This isn’t over,” Rafe said, pointing a finger at you. You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Go cry to your Mommy, Rafe,” you spat, before mock pouting. “Oh, wait….” Rafe lunged at you, but Topper and Kelce held him back. Both JJ and John B took a step forward to face him head-on if he charged, but you didn’t flinch. There was no way he was coming back for a round two.

“She’s not worth it man,” Kelce said. You gave the three of them a smile and a petty wave as they stumbled away. Without another word, you started back toward the party. “Hey, wait!” JJ yelled from behind, but you kept walking forward. “Elma, wait.” He jogged over to you and you spun around before he reached you, a finger ready to shove in his face. “Don’t call me that, Maybank.” “Fine, whatever. I have your shoes and your bag,” he said, pointing back. Through the darkness, you could see that your shoes were sitting just under a trunk, your bag hanging from a branch. “Why do you have my stuff?” You asked as you walked over to snatch your things off the ground. “Well, I saw you storm off and I didn’t know if you were coming back so I thought-” “Bringing me my shoes won’t get you in my pants, Maybank,” you said as you slipped your sandals onto your feet. “That’s not why-” You rolled your eyes, cutting off his sentence. JJ cleared his throat. “Thank you for helping us,” John B said, walking up beside JJ. You scoffed, still trying to get your shoes on your feet. “I wasn’t helping you. You just gave me an excuse to hit Rafe.” “Those two things aren’t mutually exclusive,” JJ said. He crossed his arms, his signature smirk hung on his lips. You wanted to roll your eyes again. “You going to rejoin the party?” He asked. “Not with you.” “Why do you hate me?” “Because you’re a prick, Maybank.” “C’mon,” John B said, putting out a mediatory hand between the two of you. “There’s no need for hostility.” “Hostility?” You asked, standing and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Last time I spoke to either of you, you were stealing my little brother’s bike.” “We were going to give it back,” JJ said. You glared at him. “You pogues are all alike,” you said with a bitter laugh, anger bubbling up in your belly. “You think that, because you were born with nothing, you can take whatever you want from us.” “You act like your daddy didn’t by Kid a new bike the next day,” JJ sneered. You let out a steadying breath, resisting every urge to break your hand against his face. “I spent months saving up for that bike for my brother,” you said. “My dad blamed me when it went missing.” John B blanched and began to inch away, but JJ was stuck where he was, trapped in your deadly gaze. “You ‘worked’?” JJ laughed. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Shoving your bag back against the trunk, taking a step forward to stand only inches away from JJ. You heard him catch his breath. “My dad doesn’t give me or my brother anything. I have to work to buy my brother school supplies. I worked overtime for weeks for that bike.” For once in his godforsaken life, JJ was speechless. “Have you ever thought for just one second, that you’re not the only person in the world who has a shitty life? Hmm?” Again, he was quiet. John B was quietly kicking a stick in the sand a few yards away, hands shoved into his pockets. You scoffed again. “Of course you haven’t because the world revolves around you, doesn’t it? Newsflash, bucko, you’re not the only person on the planet who is hurting. So, I apologize if I’m hostile, but I have every reason to be.” You had nothing else to say. You probably said too much already. Neither JJ nor John B had anything else to say either. You nodded slowly, pulling the strap of your bag over your shoulder again. You stepped away from them, wandering into the trees past the beach on your way toward your home. ***

You shifted the bag on your shoulder with a sigh, slamming the door of your truck shut. The sun was slowly going down over the trees as you walked up to your house. It was never a place you felt like you could call ‘home’, but it was where you lived for the last 17 years of your life. “Hey, Elma!” You froze for a moment and let out a deep sigh, hanging your head. You knew that voice. “I told you not to call me that, Maybank,” you said, continuing to walk toward your porch. “Well, I don’t know your last name so I don’t know what else to call you,” he said. “I’ll just call you Ellie, or something.” “Whatever.” “Wait, wait!” You kept walking. That’s when you heard the ringing of a quiet bike bell. You stopped again and turned around slowly. JJ was standing near your car, a stupid grin on his face, and his hands on a red bike. Your brother’s bike. You fought the urge to smile. You crossed your arms, leaning your weight on one of your hips. “Did you feel guilty for stealing my innocent brother’s bike?” you asked. JJ shrugged. “You’re right about what you said. Kid didn’t deserve to get his bike taken.” “What was that?” You put a hand behind your ear. “What did you just say?” JJ sighed, but his smile didn’t fall. “You were right, Ellie,” he said. “Thank you for bringing the bike back, JJ. I’ll see you around.” You turned back around toward your house. “Wait, Ellie.” You heard the bike creak as it fell and JJ mutter a quiet ‘ow’. You wanted to turn around and see what happened, but that would lose the dramatic flare. “I wanted to ask you something.” “Shoot.” You didn’t stop, but neither did JJ. “You said something when you were beating the absolute shit out of Rafe the other day, which was totally sick, by the way.” You automatically knew what he was talking about and your stomach dropped. “You said something about your dad and I wanted to know what you meant by it.” “Are you high right now?” “No, I’m-” You could hear the frustration in his voice. The poor boy. “I just want to know what you meant.” In the next few moments, you hadn’t meant to get angry, but whenever someone brought up her dad it was like vomiting. It was a visceral reaction that you couldn’t control. “You’re not the only one who gets knocked around by your old man, Maybank,” you snapped and turned around. You hated seeing the hurt on his face, but you pushed past the shame that ate away at you. “How did you-” “Oh, please, I could smell it off of you from the day I met you.” You paused for a quick breath and your voice quieted, but the taste of your next words was bitter. “Takes one to know one.” Your anger cooled when JJ glanced down at the ground, fiddling with his fingers. You rolled the inside of your lip between your teeth for a moment before turning around and walking up the stairs to your home. Once on the patio, you stopped again and turned to face him one more time. “Do you want to have a beer?” You asked, pinching your eyebrows together, eyes closed. JJ looked up at you, his eyes full of confusion. You were clearly giving him very mixed vibes and he wasn’t one hundred percent sure if you were offering an olive branch or welcoming him inside to chew his head off. Eventually, he nodded. “Maybe we can swap sob stories,” you offered as he walked up your front stairs. You tried to smile at him. “Then you might not hate me so much,” he said, his usual joking demeanor returning. “I don’t hate you,” you told him as you unlocked your door. “You sure your dad won’t mind us taking a few beers?” JJ asked, jumping over what you said entirely. It gave you time to collect yourself, shoving down the anger and the fear and the anxiety talking about your dad built up in you. For once in your life, you were in the presence of someone you thought might actually understand how you felt on a daily basis. “Nah,” you said. “The beer’s mine. I keep it stored somewhere that he won’t find.”

You led JJ through your enormous, empty house toward the dining room and kitchen area. “Your house is so-” “Cold? Empty? An abyss of darkness waiting to swallow you whole?” “Clean.” “Oh, well, that’s way less dramatic.” To your surprise, JJ laughed. “You know, you’re way funnier than everyone gives you credit for,” he said as you turned into the dining room, where a long, unset table stretched from end to end. He plopped down in one of the chairs as you headed for the kitchen. “Thank you,” you said, eyebrows pinched together. “I think.” “Sure, no problem.” JJ kicked his feet up onto the table, leaning the chair back. You tried not to cringe as pieces of mud and grass dropped onto the table. There was no point in fussing over it now. You would just clean it up later. You returned a few seconds later with a pack of beer, handing one to JJ. You popped yours open with a bottle opener and offered it to JJ, but he declined. Instead, he popped his can on the wooden table. You flinched as the bottle cap flew across the room. Making a mental note of where it landed, you took a long swig of beer. “What is your worst memory of your dad?” JJ asked, after taking an even longer gulp of beer. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand. You watched in dismay as a few droplets fell to the floor. “So you’re going straight in for the kill,” you said with a strained laugh. JJ shrugged, taking another drink. You swallowed. The memory came to the front of your mind as soon as he mentioned it. It was what kept you up at night, what you thought of every time your dad raised his voice. With a heavy sigh and a partial smile, you began to talk. “Kid was washing the dishes after dinner. He dropped a dish and I knew it was going to set my dad off. Everything makes him angry, but he gets especially mad when things weren’t clean. He is the definition of a neat freak. I tried to clean up the glass before he got there, but I got cut by one of the pieces.” You said and let out another shaky breath, running your fingers across the base of your palm. “Dad came careening around the corner at full speed, saw me on the floor and assumed I had done it. Beat the shit out of me. He probably wouldn’t have stopped if my mom hadn’t stepped in. When my mom got his attention off me, I took Kid and I ran upstairs, locked us in the closet. We listened to them scream at each other for hours, throwing everything they could get their hands on at each other. That whole time, I still had that piece of glass in my hand. I didn’t realize I was pushing it deeper and deeper into my skin until everything had settled.”

You took your hand off of the beer bottle and showed JJ the thick scar running underneath your thumb. He reached out and ran his thumb over the length of the scar, sending shivers up your spine. You snatched your hand back and shook away the aftershock. “It’s a reminder now,” you said. “Of what?” He asked. “That no matter what my dad says, no matter how much he tells me he loves me, there is not a single bone in his body that really cares about me.” You finished with a smile, hoping to convince JJ that it didn’t really matter, that it didn’t bother you. You weren’t sure if he believed you. “What happened to your mom?” “Oh no, bucko. It’s my turn to ask the question.” “That’s the second time you’ve called me bucko.” “It’s fitting.”

You took a shallow drink, forcing the queasy feeling in your stomach aside. His smile was sickening in all the right ways, which made you want to hurl your guts out.

“What’s your question?” JJ leaned back again, putting one hand behind his head. “God, do you ever shower?” You asked with an added cough. “You smell like fish.” “That’s just the pheromones.” “Do you even know what that means?” “It’s the sexy smell that animals use to get their game on,” he said and you resisted the urge to facepalm. “You really are the dumbest person I’ve ever met,” you said, trying to cover your laughter with a drink. “Alright, I’m taking that as your question, my turn again.” “No, wait-” “You want to have sex?” You choked on the beer you just chugging, spluttering as you tried to swallow again. “I’m sorry, what?” You managed between coughs. You looked at him with raised eyebrows as he leaned forward. “Wanna have sex?” He leaned even closer, setting his beer on the table. You couldn’t help the small laugh that broke through your mouth as you shook your head. “No,” you said, a smile spreading across your lips. “No, I don’t.” JJ leaned back and shrugged, obviously trying not to look hurt. In a hurried attempt to try and cover for yourself, you put a hand on his elbow.

“It’s got nothing to do with you, Maybank. I mean, you’re hot as hell.” You let out a quick breath and watched the corner of his mouth twinge upward. “I just don’t do sex.” “You a celibate?” He asked, taking a drink. You rolled your eyes. “If I was, it wouldn’t be any of your business.” He raised an eyebrow, as if asking the question again. “No, I’m not celibate.” “Does it involve any more traumatic events in your life, because I thought we were sharing sob stories,” he said, resting his elbows on his knees again. You narrowed your eyes playfully. “From where I’m sitting, it looks like I’m the only one sharing the sob stories.” “Then move closer.” “You want to unlock the tragic backstory as to why I won’t have sex?” You asked, lifting your chin. JJ nodded with that sickening smile. God, this boy was something else. “Then you have to tell me something first.” “Alright.” JJ sat up straight and crossed his arms. “Alright?” “Mmm-hmm. Let’s see.” He tapped his chin as if thinking, but you knew he had already decided what he was going to say. “My dad used to be my hero until my mom left. I wanted to be like him. And now I’m afraid that my fate-” he spat the word out like poison, “-is to be exactly like him; drunk, addicted to drugs, unable to love or be loved. It’s why I push people away, so I don’t inevitably hurt them.” Your throat tightened as he spoke. You knew the feeling all too well. “Wow,” you said, voice thick. You clear your throat with a cough and took a swig from your near-empty bottle. “Was that good enough?” JJ asked. | “Yeah, no, that was pretty good.” You forced a smile onto your face. “I didn’t know you knew big words like ‘inevitably’.” You were glad to see him smile back. “I’m smarter than I look.” He waited for you to start your story, but when it was clear you weren’t going to without incentive, he spoke again. “I think we had a deal, Ellie.”

“Fine.” Before speaking, you chugged the rest of the beer in your bottle and opened another one. You took a long drink of that one as well and sucked in a deep breath. “Promise you won’t tell anyone.” “I promise,” JJ said with a laugh. “Cause my dad will kill me, and I mean actually kill me and throw my body into the ocean if he finds out I told anyone.” “I promise,” he said again, this time far more sincere. “Okay.” You nodded, hyping yourself up. You had never uttered these words before in your life. Not even Kid knew. And the last thing you wanted to do was talk about it and cry in front of JJ. “I was pregnant.” JJ sat up, his eyes wide. It seemed like the last thing he was expecting. A sudden flurry of tears gathered in your eyes. Shame ate at your guts once again. Embarrassment gnawed at the edges of your cheeks, making them red. He was now officially the only person on the planet who knew your darkest secrets outside of your parents. You forced yourself to keep talking before you broke down completely. “I was fourteen and I was pregnant. I wanted to keep the baby because I didn’t think there was any point in killing it because what had it done wrong?” You took another sip to hide a tear that fell from your eye. “But my parents wouldn’t have it. They made me...it doesn’t matter now. I couldn’t ruin their reputation, could I? But when we were at the clinic my mom got them to do a DNA test without me or my dad knowing and when she found out who the dad was...well, she left the next day without a word. Left the results on the table as some kind of note.” You finished, your hands shaking slightly. You took a few more deep drinks of the beer in your hand. “Damn,” JJ said. You scoffed. “Yeah, right?” “The father of your baby.” He choked over the word. “It was your dad, wasn’t it?” You set your jaw, not wanting to look at him. It was like his eyes could see right through you. You couldn’t imagine what kind of horrible things he was thinking about you. You didn’t want to think about it. How horrible you must look in his eyes. You took in a few deep breaths and nodded your head slowly. “Hey,” he said. “I don’t usually do the emotional shit, but that wasn’t your fault, Ellie.” “I know,” you said. That was the last thing your mom had said to you before she vanished. You told yourself that every night. “No, I don’t think you understand,” JJ said, hooking his finger under your chin and turning your face to look at him. “It wasn’t your fault.” You flicked a stray tear away with the back of your hand. You nodded your head a few times. “Ask me another question,” you said, breathing a deep breath through your nose and pulling your chin from his hand. He noticed your need to shift and leaned back in his chair while you downed the rest of the beer in your bottle. “What do you like to do when you’re not beating Rafe’s ass?” He asked. You somehow managed to smile and it wasn’t one of the fake ones from before. Somehow, this boy in front of you made you smile a real smile.

“I like to cook,” you said.

“Cook?” “Yeah. What about you?” “Surfing is my go to thing.” “Yeah, you and every other soul on this island. What’s something you like to do that no one else knows?” You asked, feeling a buzz on your fingertips. You welcomed the familiar feeling. It eased the ache in your chest, relieving the heavyweight on your shoulders. “Let’s see.” JJ breathed a sigh through his nose. “I like to climb trees. It makes me feel tall.” You lifted your head and smiled again. “There’s this tree outside that I used to climb all the time when I was a kid.” “Really?” “Maybe if you’re nice to me, I’ll let you climb my tree,” you said and JJ cocked an eyebrow. “For a girl who doesn’t like sex, that sounded an awful lot like an innuendo to me.” “Whatever.” The two of you paused to let the laughter die down. “You want some food? I can whip up some grilled cheese.” “Sure thing.” 15 minutes later, you were coughing smoke out of your lungs and JJ was laughing his ass off on the floor by his chair. “I thought you said you were good at cooking?” He laughed as you tossed a very, very crispy grilled cheese into the trash can, waving smoke out of the now open window. “I said I liked cooking,” you said, fanning the air with your hands. “I never said anything about being good at it.” When you came back to sit in front of him, you were still coughing. “I have a question to ask,” he said. “Uh, oh.” “It’s about the sex thing.” “Are you going to make me cry again?” “I hope not.” He paused. “You’re an ugly crier.” “Jee, thanks. I bare my soul to you and you insult me. What a gentleman.” You shook your head in mock disappointment. “Says the one who’s called me bucko twice since we first met.” “Fair point.” “Can I ask my question now?” “Go for it, but if you make me cry again I’m telling your friends.” “You’re going to tattle on me?” You shrugged. “Maybe.” “Shut up and let me ask my question.” You waved your hand, giving him the floor to speak. “You don’t like sex, but I’ve seen you at those parties mackin’ hard with a ton of different people.” You sighed and rolled your eyes. “That wasn’t a question.”

“I just want to know what my limits are.” “Are you asking to mack me here at my dad’s dining table?” “I don’t think that’s exactly what I was referring to.” “Then enlighten me.”

JJ held your gaze and brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. Static exploded in your stomach and your breath hitched in your throat, but you tried not to let it show. He let his hand fall to your knee, inching forward, the distance between the two of you closing slowly.

“What’s your question, Maybank?” You asked. “If I kissed you right now, would you stop me?” His voice was low, as if he was whispering a secret to her that he didn’t want anyone else to hear. “Why don’t you try it and find you?” When he closed the distance by pressing his lips against yours, you didn’t stop him. Every nerve was on fire, a ball in your stomach pulling you forward. Your hands seemed to move on their own as you reached up and tangled your fingers in his hair. He tasted like beer mostly, but underneath that, you could taste the sea. Salty waves pounded against your senses. His hand snaking around your waist was like being held by the warm sand on a sunny day. Kissing him was like the peace that you had always searched for. Your heart pounded in the same way as when you danced, your nerves stood on end like when you were buzzed, your breath hitched like when you stepped into the ocean on a cold day. At that moment, nothing else mattered. Even when JJ’s lips strayed from yours, the peace you felt didn’t fade. He left a trail of kisses across your jaw, down your neck. It felt like drowning. You couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t want to. If JJ meant throwing yourself into the deepest part of the ocean, God you were going in headfirst. “JJ-” you breathed. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway startled you out of whatever trance JJ put you under. “Shit,” you hissed, standing up suddenly. Pulling away from JJ was like detaching yourself from your lifeline. “What is it?” JJ asked, standing after out, his arm still around your waist. “My dad is back early,” you said. “You need to leave.” “Ellie-” “JJ, you need to leave.” You shoved the beer bottles back into the pack. “Take these. The back door’s this way.”

“Elma!” You heard your dad call from outside. “Shit, shit, shit,” you hissed, dragging JJ by his hand to the back door. You threw it open and shoved him outside. “Wait, will you be alright?” He asked you. You nodded hurriedly. “Of course, just get out of here.” JJ grabbed your wrist and moved forward to kiss you one last time, but you knew better. You would get caught in the riptide and there would be no escaping it. A storm was coming if you didn’t get ass out of the water, you were going to drown. You pulled your arm away from him and slammed the door shut before running back to the dining room. The front door opened You quickly swiped the dirt on the table into your palm and ran to pick the bottle cap off the floor. You had just enough time to throw them away before your dad walked into the dining room. “Elma!” He grinned at you and you tried to smile back, jabbing your pointer finger into the scar on your palm on instinct. “Bradford, go put your things upstairs.”

“Hey, Kid,” you called out to your brother with a real smile. The 11-year-old smiled at you, shifting his bag on his shoulder before taking the stairs two at a time. “How have you been, Elma?” Your dad asked, coming over to hug you. “Good,” you said before he got near enough to smell the alcohol on your breath. “What are you doing up so late?” He asked. “I got home from work only an hour or so ago, but I wanted to make some food.” “You burned it, didn’t you?” Your dad laughed, a grin hanging from his lips. “Oh, you know me,” you said with an attempt at a laugh. “Your lips look a little swollen.” Your heart stopped in your chest. “Did you put honey in your tea again?” With another forced laugh, you rolled your eyes as playfully as you can manage.

“I thought this time I wouldn’t be so allergic.” “That’s my silly girl.” As he pulled you into a hug, you dug your finger even deeper into your scar tissue, your smile falling. You forced another smile onto your face when he stepped away. “I’m tired,” he said. “As you must be, too. Shall we go to bed?”

You nodded, unsure if you could handle saying anything else. As you passed your father, you felt his hand ghost over the small of your back, making your body tremble. You walked up the stairs as fast as you could without arousing suspicion, making a sharp turn for Kid’s room. “Don’t keep that boy up too late,” your dad called. “Won’t!”

Once safe in Kid’s room, you felt like you could finally breathe. “I saw that boy sneak out through the yard,” Kid said as soon as the door was closed. You widened your eyes and hurried over to the bed. “Don’t tell dad,” you said, cringing. Kid looked at you like you were stupid. “You know I won’t.” You curled your arms around your brother, pulling him into your chest. You let out a deep breath. “That was JJ Maybank, wasn’t it? He brought my bike back. I saw it out front.”

“I don’t want to talk about him.” “Did he hurt you?” It always amused you when Kid tried to act tough. You knew he wanted you to see him as your protector, since it was usually you protecting him, but you and everyone else on the island called him Kid for a reason.

“No, Kid, he didn’t.” Worse, you thought to yourself. “But I don’t want to talk about him. How was your trip?”

#jj maybank #jj obx #obx #outer banks #jj x reader #jj x oc #tw: abuse #reader insert #possible part one #john b #john b obx #rafe cameron #sarah cameron #topper obx #kelce obx

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What about the RDR2 boys on a road trip?

Thank you so much for this fun request! As you can see.... I went a little crazy❤️✨😩

General

They fight about what snacks they should bring and end up forgetting them all

They all fart in the car and blame each other for it.

Literally ends up being the stinkiest ride ever and everyone wants to Die

The fighting about what’s played on the stereo is endless and someone is always unhappy about it

If they have to take two separate cars, Hosea switches up the groups so that no one is stuck with the same people for too long

If one car seats seven, Hosea and Dutch will take the other for themselves (smh)

I’m not gonna lie… literally all of them would pee in a bottle… how they feel about it is pretty different, though

Arthur

Can drive one-handed

Drives in silence, not because he likes silence but because everyone else is Too Loud and he needs a break

Tries to talk about the scenery but that’s boring and he gets ignored

Also gets ignored when he points out cool cars.. and cows… and license plates…

Even Charles can’t be bothered to respond

Backseat driver

Gets yelled at constantly for this but doesn’t stop

John gets it the worst

He doesn’t have road rage, just thinks that everyone is a bad driver

His favorite thing is to roll down all of the windows in the car

Rarely gets to do this because of how many complaint’s he’d get

Stops at every farm stand on the side of the road that he sees

After a while he doesn’t even need anything and just does it because he feels bad if he drives past them

The only thing he’ll eat while driving is chips

His clothes and seat get covered in crumbs

Wears his hat, jacket and boots in the car even though it’s hot and doesn’t make sense

Also probably buys one of those dangly pine trees to hang on his rearview mirror

Can’t read in the car because he gets carsick :(

Would he pee in a bottle? - Yes, but he doesn’t want to talk about it

John

If he’s not driving, he’s probably asleep

And if he’s not asleep, he’s “resting”

Honestly, he just doesn’t want to talk to anyone in that environment

The grumpiest one of them

He’s just mad (sad) because Abigail wouldn’t let him go with Ms. Grimshaw and the girls

Probably ends up spilling something and tries to blame it on whoever is sitting next to him

Spends most of his radio time just browsing through stations

When he finds anything he likes, it immediately goes to ads and the process starts all over again

Takes all his rest stops at 7/11 just so he can get a slushee and a hotdog

He’s okay with stopping at gas stations too but they’re just not the same

Takes off his shoes in the car and just wears his socks the whole ride

He probably drives like that, too

This is why Abigail didn’t let him go with them

Would he pee in a bottle? - Yes, but he’d be mad about it and would try to bring it up a lot

Charles

Plans out where and when he’s going to make stops

Probably does a few stretches and some jumping jacks when he gets out of the car

He will let the gang stop at McDonalds but only if he thinks they deserve it

The only thing he orders for himself is an ice cream cone

The safest driver out of everyone

So safe, in fact, that he’s always made to drive at night

He doesn’t mind much because everyone is pretty quiet when it’s late and that means less complaining

Makes a long playlist full of music like Sufjan Stevens and Mumford & Sons (and The Black Eyed Peas)

Everyone tries to clown him for it but he’s the King of brushing it off

“When it’s your turn, you can play what you want” or “I didn’t complain when you were playing 100gecs”

First of all: drag them…

Second of all: okay, Dad.

Talented because he can read in the car without getting carsick

Apologizes for everyone’s behavior when they go anywhere

Makes everyone use hand sanitizer after doing literally anything

They have to pass it around the car like little kids

It’s probably Bath and Body Works

Would he pee in a bottle? - Yes, but pretends that he wouldn’t

Micah

If he’s driving, he gets control of the radio. Doesn’t matter if it’s his turn or not, he gets Full Control.

If anyone even suggests changing what he’s playing, he snaps at them

Dummy probably smokes in the car

Dummy also probably eats while he drives

Holds his food while steering

Everything gets greasy

His rest stops are incredibly short

So short that they practically don’t exist

Threatens to drive off without people

The only time Dutch intervenes with his behavior is when he tries to pick up a hitchhiker

He’s like, “Look Arthur, it’s your long lost brother!”

He also probably tries to stop at a gentlemen’s club in the middle of nowhere at some point, too

“I could crash this car right now if I wanted to”

He only says this once though because it causes a riot

Backseat driver but only to Arthur

Sean swerving and Hosea speeding: I sleep

Arthur accidentally cutting someone off: REAL SHIT?

The only other one who gets to use the charging cord (because he’s mean and demands to)

Would he pee in a bottle? - He’s almost happy to

Hosea

Is never allowed to drive because he doesn’t like to make stops. He 100% will drive past every single rest stop and every single McDonalds they see

Everyone could be screaming at him to pull over and he’d just ignore them

Drives way too fast. Catch him going 90 MPH saying “I’m just going with the traffic!”

Everyone else: terrified

When it’s his turn for the radio, he chooses to play an audiobook

If you complain about being bored to him, he’ll try to get everyone to sing campfire songs

Everyone gets to about ninety-five bottles of beer on the wall before giving up and start fighting

He’s also the one to suggest playing “I Spy”

The gang will play but it’s all like

“I Spy something gross”

“Is it Micah’s butt crack?”

“Yes”

Has one of those mini electric fans that sprays water at you when you press a button

Doesn’t share it

Always has his phone plugged into the charger to the point where no one else can use it

Keeps a box of bubbly water under his seat

It’s lukewarm

He’s the only one who drinks it but he offers it to everyone 24/7

Would he pee in a bottle? - Yes, but only because he makes the other boys do it and he feels guilty

Dutch

Acts like everyone should be grateful he’s driving even though they’re all taking turns

Pulls the “You’re lucky I drove, I’m not a chauffeur!” card when someone is mean to him about anything

Music of choice is just Elvis Presley with a few random smooth jazz songs mixed in

“What do you boys know about this?”

Everyone: …

Complains about everything

If he’s not complaining about someone being irritating, he’s complaining about how hot it is, and if not that, there’s something else

Always thirsty and needs to have a drink with him at all time

Will only share it with Hosea or Arthur and lowkey neither of them want what he’s drinking

When he’s driving, makes everyone stop at a drive-through cafe where he orders the most expensive iced drink on the menu

Like Arthur, gets mad at people for “not enjoying the view”

“You boys are so lucky you get to experience the…” Blah, blah, blah

Ends up falling asleep but only because he wears a sleep mask and ear plugs

Probably listens to music on a walkman lmao

*Dutch in sunglasses and headphones* “Sorry I didn’t see you right there, I was too busy, mmm, blocking out the haters”

Would he pee in a bottle? - Yes, because he thinks it’s efficient

Kieran

Slowest driver of the bunch

And out of all of them, takes the most stops

Probably packs his own bag of snacks and it’s all fucking jellybeans and gummy bears

Says that they’re the easiest to eat while driving

Technically, that isn’t even a lie (Micah, please take notes)

He will stop anywhere anyone asks… Why is he so nice?

His favorite stop is Dunkin’ Donuts, though

The music he plays is either great or awful and no one can agree on which is which

Every other song is 2000s dance techno

That or Taylor Swift (and that’s when people start yelling at him to change it)

Spends the whole trip in slides and no one wants to sit next to him because of his exposed feet

He can (and will) drive in them, though

When he’s not driving, he’s probably watching a movie or playing games on a big ass tablet

Gets made fun of for using huge headphones

People are just jealous he’s able to find a wifi signal

Would he pee in a bottle? - He’s done grosser things for less, so yes

Javier

Brings himself a sandwich to eat and ends up sitting on it

Backseat driver energy but he’s better at restraining his comments than Arthur

That being said, if your driving is shitty, he will send you Vibes

Doesn’t bother much with searching for music and just ends up playing a few hour long YouTube mixes when it’s his turn for the radio

It’s either that, or Mexican radio for 2 hours (and he will sing along)

The only people who don’t complain about this are Charles and Arthur

Probably the only one out of all of them to make the gang go to an actual restaurant during his rest stop

It’s the first real meal any of them have had in like, three days, and suddenly they all feel better

They refuse to admit it, though

Clips his nails out the window at some point

Ties a bandana around his eyes and uses it as a sleep mask

*insert that picture of the guy with his face mask over his eyes on an airplane*

Also probably uses the bandana to block out the smell of farts when it gets especially stinky

Would he pee in a bottle? - He doesn’t want to, but his logic is that if everyone is doing it, why shouldn’t he?

Sean

His driving speed is normal but his driving skills are… Bad

He just isn’t paying attention honestly

Too busy talking

Probably tries to text and drive

Arthur takes away his phone after that

Also, did someone say road rage?

When it’s his turn for music, only plays nasty pop and rap

It’s fine at first, but the fourth time he plays “I Cry” by Flo Rida or “New Body” by Kanye and Nicki Minaj, everyone gets mad

Only takes rest stops at gas stations

And takes literally the longest stops out of all them

Probably spends the whole time telling the gas station cashier about how annoying everyone is

Everyone is like “kasjdfkhd” because they think he’s the annoying one and they’ve been waiting to leave for like ten minutes

Don’t sit next to him because he will sweat on you

If you share your drink with him, 50% chance he’ll backwash in it

When he’s not driving, he’s watching Tik Toks without headphones (if Arthur has given his phone back, that is)

Would he pee in a bottle? - Without hesitation

Bonus:

While the boys are all off fighting, Ms. Grimshaw packed the girls a picnic that they get to enjoy at a nice, camping rest stop

Molly speeds like the devil

She’s like Hosea, if not worse

Tilly made everyone a different playlist and they all take turns listening to them

Karen isn’t allowed to drive because she spiked her water bottle before leaving

Also isn’t allowed the aux cord because she will play inappropriate music or meme songs

Sadie pumps the gas and chooses all of the snacks for everyone

It’s a mixture of healthy treats and candy

Jack is the Squidward wearing sunglasses while sunbathing meme when John asks if he wants to ride “with the boys”

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 headcanons #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 #arthur morgan #bruh i went off #i had to go on a roadtrip a couple years ago and it was HELL so this was easy tho #im working late tomorrow but feel free to send me some ideas yall! i might not do them all but i love thinking about them❤️#also the format got fucked up so if its a lil messy i sowwy #shyhidingshadowgirl

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The Beach Day - ep. 02 - JJ Maybank

Summary: It’s the second day of s’week and your group decides to hit up the beach. Issues before and after put a damper on the vacation but the events of the day might just bring you and JJ closer together.

The S’week Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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“Beach day bitches!” JJ shouted, footsteps thudding down the steps as he entered the kitchen. Sarah was slumped over the island, scrolling mindlessly through her instagram feed while you sat across from her on your computer. 

“How’re you not hung over?” Sarah asked, turning just enough to glare at her boyfriend’s best friend. 

“Cause I didn’t drink my body weight in four locos?” JJ shrugged.

“You say as you down a natty for breakfast,” you mentioned, watching him stand in the doorway of the refrigerator as he drank. 

Sarah and John B had joined you on the beach the night before where Sarah had gotten absolutely cooked because she ‘couldn’t deal with JJ’ while she was sober. While the three of you split a case of Pabst, Sarah had accumulated as many blue four locos as she could find and proceeded to drink until John B had to carry her back to your house. 

“I need a shower and like three more hours of sleep before I even think about the beach.” Sarah mentioned, coming back around to JJ’s original idea. 

“Is the point of s’week not to go to the beach?” 

“And I will JJ, when I’m not practically dead. I came down here for some ginger ale, sorry I’m not standing at the door ready to go.” Sarah snapped, sitting up enough to glare at JJ. 

“You guys are super fun to vacation with clearly,” you cut in, closing your laptop, “I have to go to the market before we hit the beach so...do you wanna come JJ?” 

You figured the best plan of action you could possibly have for this vacation, especially after yesterday, was to keep JJ and Sarah away from each other. If they could survive five days without murdering each other in the house it would only be because they didn’t spend any time together sober. Which seemed fine with both of them. 

Sarah got off the island stool, taking her phone and leaving the half empty can of ginger ale as she went back upstairs to find her boyfriend. Possibly to take the shower she claimed she needed but probably just to wake up John B and complain about JJ’s attitude all over again. 

“Morning,” Pope passed Sarah on the stairs, coming into the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle, “what’s with her?”

“Hang over,” you replied, “If you and Kie want to wait to go to the beach, I’m just running to the market with JJ and then we can all go?” 

“Yeah sure,” Pope nodded in agreement as you excused yourself to get changed. When you were out of the kitchen Pope turned his attention to JJ, who was rummaging through cabinets for something to eat. “I thought you ‘didn’t want to spend senior week with a bunch of fucking kooks’?” 

JJ paused in his search, looking back over his shoulder at Pope, schooling his expression into one of indifference. “Keep your enemies close Pope.” He replied, “and if they wanna buy you some free food then fucking let ‘em.” 

“You know, she does seem nice.” Pope reasoned. He knew his friend well enough to pick up on tells. JJ could pretend like he wasn’t as easily swayed by a cute girl but truth of the matter was that he was looking for the same thing John B and Pope had seemed to obtain. Someone in their lives a little closer than a friend. 

“Don’t try to make it something it’s not.” JJ replied, grabbing a bag of Frozen themed graham crackers and shutting the cabinet. 

You came down the stairs at the same moment, changed into different clothes to go out. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

JJ sat with his feet up on the dash, black scuffed boots leaving dirty prints on the glove compartment of your ‘88 land cruiser. He fiddled with his phone the whole time, switching between playlists as you drove. You’d given him the aux cord willingly, knowing that Kiara has good taste in music from the years at the academy with her and assuming her friends were the same way. 

“This car isn’t very kook of you,” JJ mentioned as he plugged his phone in, noting the old tape deck adapter that the cord plugged into. 

“I think you’re obsessed with that word.” You replied. 

“What? Kook?” 

“Yeah...is it possible for you to not say it for the next four and a half days?” You asked, looking over at him briefly as you stopped at a red light. 

“Of course it is.” 

“Okay, it’s a bet then.” 

“What do I get if I win?” He asked switching to another song when one he didn’t care for came on. 

“You can decide when you win.” You replied, “also, to ease your concern for my car, my dad’s not really into all that ‘kook’ shit. My grandparents are, hence the keys house but my dad tries not to flash his money.” 

“I’ve never met a k-never met anybody on the Eight that doesn’t.” JJ replied. 

“Well I think it was established yesterday that we should get to know each other more.” 

The Winn-Dixie you took him to was a little further away than necessary but it was your favorite, a little less updated, it reminded you of coming down in the summers as a kid. 

JJ was out of the car the second you pulled into a spot, grinning as he looked toward the entrance. There in the front of the store, between the set of sliding glass doors, was a mechanical horse that looked straight out of the 80’s. “I’m getting on that before we leave.” 

“I think you’ll break it.”

“I think you’ll break it.” He snarked back and you couldn’t help but laugh as you followed him inside. 

“Hey!” 

You turned in the frozen food aisle when you heard someone call your name. Kelce waved as he walked over, pushing a half-cart of food. 

“Hey, Kelce.” You greeted, shouldering the door to the Ben and Jerry’s display. “How’s the rental?”

“Pretty sweet. Heard you got Sarah and her friends at your place?” He replied, gaze shifting passed you as he spotted JJ at the top of the aisle. “Scarlett saw you two at the party last night. She told Rafe.”

You looked back as the blond approached, smiling at him before turning back to Kelce, “Scarlett can tell Rafe whatever the fuck she wants. I don’t really care. My life is none of his business.”

JJ came up beside you, missing the entirety of the conversation, putting an arm over your shoulder for the sake of Kelce, while he dropped some orange juice in the cart. Kelce looked both of you over, an expression of annoyance and contempt marring his features. He wasn’t a big fan of Rafe but he would defend a fellow kook, especially a friend of Topper’s, over you any day. You flew under the radar when you hung out with them, and they tolerated you because your family had more money than most, but you were far from the typical kook.

“I better get going.” Kelce finally said, shifting his cart to walk passed you, “make sure you check all your silverware before they leave.”

Before he could pass you completely JJ’s hand grabbed the end of his cart and he stepped in front of Kelce. “What’d you say?”

“I swear to god, if you two make a scene right now-” You groaned, annoyed as it was that Kelce had brought up your ex-boyfriend or the fact that they were in creeping distance of your house. And now he was being an asshole to JJ.

“Hey, I’m just stating a fact.” Kelce said, grinning, “you got sticky fingers just like your old man-”

JJ shoved Kelce’s cart back, pushing it into him stepping closer. You grabbed JJ’s arm to stop him from doing any more damage. You didn’t honestly know anything about his family life or him other than what you were learning as you went along but what Kelce said had clearly struck a cord. JJ looked back at you, jaw tense but eyes softer than they had been when he was looking at Kelce.

“It isn’t worth it, don’t let Kelce being a douche ruin the day.” You said, glancing over at the kook in the aisle. “Let’s just go.”

“Fine. Lets go.” JJ grabbed the handles of your cart and twisted it around, heading back the way he had first come down.

“Hey, in the future try to keep your dog leashed.” Kelce commented.

“What the fuck did you just say?” JJ shouted, leaving the cart and coming back down the aisle. You darted in front of him, putting your hands on his chest to stop him from completely plowing passed you and pounding on Kelce in the middle of the Winn Dixie.

“You heard me, fucking pogue.”

“I swear to god, say one more thing and I’ll fucking rip your throat out!” JJ threatened though he kept his anger in check enough that he didn’t push you.

“Hey, no!” You snapped before turning back to where Kelce was still standing, looking smug, “Kelce, fucking leave.”

“See you guys around.”

“Like hell!” JJ shouted after him. Once Kelce was far enough away JJ backed away from you and ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down. “I fucking hate those guys, I swear to god, they’re all fucking douches!”

“I’m not arguing with you JJ, I’m just saying it’s not worth it to push them, especially not in the middle of a fucking grocery store.” You sighed. “Lets just go okay...we can head back and go to the beach.”

“I gotta cool down...” JJ said, trailing off. He still felt like he wanted to punch something and Kelce was well gone by now.

You stepped over to the refrigerator door closest to him and opened it, jokingly swishing it back and forth like you were fanning him. “Does this help?”

“I hate you.”

The rest of the grocery trip went without a hitch, JJ falling back into a more easy-going persona as he walked the length of the Winn-Dixie with you. Without quarters neither of you got the opportunity to ride the mechanical horse though you promised to come back later in the week with him. When you got back from the store Sarah was already on the back patio, beach bag ready to go.

“They almost left without us.” Kiara mentioned as she helped you unload the car.

“Why am I not surprised?” You loved Sarah but she was single minded and currently, for the last few years, the object of her attention had been John B. It was fine when he wasn’t around but now her main focus was him and spending senior week with him and sunbathing.

Able to wait long enough for you to come home from the grocery store but not long enough for you to actually unload the groceries, Sarah and John B headed down to the beach while you were still getting changed into your bathing suit. With them gone it just left you, JJ, Kiara, and Pope to head down the beach together though you didn’t mind.

Even though it was senior week the beach wasn’t too crowded, the four of you setting up a little closer to the water. Pope helped Kiara with the umbrella while you set up the blankets, watching JJ pull his shirt off and kick off his sandals.

“Do you have sunscreen on?”

“JJ never wears sunscreen.” Pope said, looking over at his best friend.

“You should be down here. The sun is more intense down here.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I've ever heard.” JJ replied, putting his sunglasses back on.

“Are you kidding me?” You asked, looking up at him like he was crazy. You knew from passed experience that the sun in Florida was a nightmare and could only imagine his pale skin burning in the summer sun.

“You should put sunscreen on Jay, seriously.” Kiara said, offering him hers.

“Nope.” He shook his head and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t come crying to me when you burn.”

You and Kiara headed down to the water almost as soon as everything was set up. As you neared the edge of the water JJ ran up behind you, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you into the air. You screamed in surprise, Kiara and Pope laughing as JJ carried you into the ocean and threw you into the water. When you surfaced, you jumped him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist and sending him falling back into the current.

“Guys!” Kiara shouted when JJ accidentally backed into her trying to grab you again when you ran away from him.

“Sorry!” You laughed, running behind Pope and holding him in front of you.

“No! I’m not getting in this!” Pope said though he was laughing as he tried to move away from you.

“Get over here!” JJ reached for you, just missing and falling into the water. While he was under, he grabbed your ankle, dragging you under as he surfaced. You screamed again as you fell into the water, coming up and sputtering saltwater as you tried to catch your breath.

“JJ!” Kiara smacked his arm as she swam over to you, rubbing your back as you shook your head.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” You swore, voice hoarse. When you looked up from the water your eyes met JJ’s and you smiled, splashing water toward him.

You stayed close to JJ throughout the afternoon, offering him sunscreen a few more times though he continued to claim that he ‘didn’t burn’ and that he was perfectly fine in the sun. When he and Pope went further out to jump waves you headed back up the beach with Kiara to sunbathe.

“I don’t think you should go,” you said, standing in the door of the bathroom as JJ stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the harsh red burn that covered the entirety of his back and shoulders and part of his arms. You had been right about the sun in Florida and he had learned that the hard way.

“I’ll be fine.” JJ replied though he sounded a little apprehensive. “All I need is some aloe and I’m good as new.”

“Okay,” you bit your lip, knowing that it was a bad idea to let him go to the party but also knowing that there was no way he was going to listen to you. He hadn’t listened to you in the market and he definitely hadn’t listened to you about putting on sunscreen so there was no reason for him to listen now.

The party was down the street from your grandparents' house and you cut through the beach to get there, carrying your shoes as you walked beside JJ. You knew his back was bothering him by the way he kept twitching but you said nothing. The party the night before had been nothing compared to this one which was clear as you walked into the house.

“Finally, a good fucking party.” JJ announced, scoping out the place.

“He says on the second night of the entire week.” Pope commented, rolling his eyes.

Kiara pulled him off to dance while John B and JJ went to find refreshments. Sarah stayed by you, hovering a little too close, and you frowned as you began to catch on to her motive. “I don’t even know if they’re here.”

“If my brother and Topper heard that there was a party anywhere near their place and didn’t decide that they definitely had to come? Yeah, I’m sure they’re having a quiet night in playing scrabble.”

“I didn’t mean they wouldn’t be here I just meant I’m perfectly capable of dealing with your brother Sarah.”

“Except every time you see him you’re so cringe it’s unbearable.”

“I am not!”

“How many times have you gotten back together with him? Because the second he even looks your way you totally turn to jello and do whatever he wants.” Sarah pointed out.

You crossed your arms over your chest, looking around the party and suddenly feeling like you wanted nothing more than to leave. “Look, it’s over. For real this time. I don’t want anything to do with him and I’m not just saying that.”

“Good, I hope not. JJ and I don’t always get along but he’s John B’s best friend and I don’t wanna see him get hurt or anything.” Sarah commented.

“What are you even talking about Sarah? JJ and I are barely friends. Just because we hung out today doesn’t mean we won’t go back to our usual kook v pogue shit when we get back to North Carolina.” You replied, “I’m getting a drink.”

You pushed through the crowd to the kitchen, grabbing a seltzer and heading down the hall for somewhere quiet. Sarah had sucked the party right out of you and honestly all you wanted to do was walk home and forget the whole night had even begun. You knew she was right, you had fallen back into Rafe’s charm more times than you could count but this time you swore things were going to be different. They had to be. You couldn’t keep putting yourself in that situation. And speak of the devil, you had just grabbed the doorknob on the bathroom when you heard the familiar voice call your name.

You turned around to see Rafe standing there in the hallway, beer in hand and grin on his face. “Topper and Kelce said you were down here...I was starting to think they were seeing things.”

“Did it occur to you that I didn’t want to see you?” You asked, turning your face away from him and looking back down the hall.

“Oh come on, you’re not still mad about your grad party are you?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

“Am I still mad that you showed up to my graduation party high off your ass and embarrassed me in front of my entire family. And then on top of that I had to catch you with my cousin?” You said, holding your ground. You hadn’t been lying to Sarah when you said that the last time was the last time you were doing this.

“Babe-”

“Don’t babe me Rafe, I made it perfectly clear I wanted nothing to do with any of you. Why are you even here? Aren’t you a little old to be hanging out on senior week.”

You watched the tic of his jaw as it tensed, “I came to see you and convince you to give me another shot babe. What happened was a mistake.”

“You sound like Topper, desperate and pathetic.”

Before you could get away Rafe grabbed your wrist pulling you closer to him. “I won’t give up.” He said, leaning forward and kissing you while you were trapped between him and the wall. He reeked of alcohol and you pushed at him, trying to shove him away from you. He wouldn’t let up, hands holding your wrists and pushing you harder against the wall.

“Rafe!” Someone shouted and his concentration broke long enough for you to push him away and duck into the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and locked it, leaning your head against the wood and taking a deep breath. Trying to steady your heart beat as the sound of the bass from the music thumped gently in rhythm with the pounding.

You heard the familiar gag of someone about to throw up and turned just in time to see JJ throw his head almost into the toilet bowl as he vomited. His whole body seemed to convulse and as he fell back against the tub you realized he was sweating.

“JJ!”

He groaned but said nothing to you, leaning forward into his lap. You came over, kneeling onto the ground beside him and carefully reaching for the hem of his shirt. “Can I take this off?” You asked, “I want to get some aloe on your back to cool you down.”

“I’m not even drunk, what the fuck.” He groaned, letting you take the cut-off shirt off of him. You got up and grabbed some aloe from the cabinet before coming back and sitting between him and the bathtub. He leaned closer to the toilet, waiting to throw up again.

“I think you have sun poisoning Jay,” you said, watching him shiver as the first of the aloe hit his shoulders and neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Tally this as another fucking terrible part of the trip.”

“When you’re feeling up to it, can we try walking back to mine? You might be more comfortable there, where there isn’t a massive party happening.” You reasoned.

He nodded. There was a long pause as you worked aloe into his back, cooling him down significantly, before he finally spoke up again, “are you okay? Why’d you come in the bathroom?”

“Saw someone I didn’t wanna see.”

“Kelce?” He joked. A second later he was kneeling up on his knees so that he could throw up into the toilet and you were holding his hips to steady him as he leaned over the toilet.

“It’s okay.” You comforted when you realized the quiet noises, he was making were whimpers from the feeling the vomiting was causing. “You’re gonna be okay.” When he fell back onto his butt again you rubbed his back carefully, adding a little more aloe. “We need to get you some water too, sun poisoning can dehydrate you.”

As you took care of JJ any thoughts of Rafe where pushed to the back of your mind. You knew it was only the second night and you had the rest of the week to survive, and he was was nothing if not persistent, but you couldn’t worry about what he wanted or what he would do when JJ was taking up all your attention. Not for the same reason he had on the beach today but still, you didn’t mind focusing on him for a while.

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