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I Want You To Like Me - Rafe Cameron x reader (Part Three)

Summary: You're a pogue by choice, kook from birth. The friendship that you have with the other pogues is undeniable, no one questions their loyalty for you or your loyalty to them. So when a certain King of the Kooks takes interest in you, it's only right to turn him down. Right?

Apologies for the long wait! Had a lot of ways this chapter could’ve gone…but hopefully you guys like what I ended up on…I also ended with a little less Rafe than I had intended but that equals more parts for later on

Also do you guys want me to share my outer banks playlist I listen to while writing these fics? I also have one specifically for this series! Lemme know

p.s. I had Paramore’s “All I Wanted” on repeat while writing this particular part so do with that what you will

Word Count: 7k

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, John B x Sarah Cameron, platonic!Pogues x reader

The phone call aftermath moved very quickly. You had taken a couple minutes too long, soaking up the air that had reached you in the wind from the ocean in a sore attempt to calm your flushed cheeks, and when you returned to the Chateau Pope was awake and Kie and John B had fallen into an argument that left your stomach heavy with added dread. At least, you thought to yourself, that this dread was familiar. Talking on the phone with Rafe Cameron while he was oh so casually “hitting balls” with Topper and Kelce at the country club most definitely did not fall into that category. Pope, who was using the same cereal bowl as you had been and had hopefully cleaned it before his own use, was sitting in the kitchen in a hungover daze looking like he wanted to step into the fight and use a few calming words but couldn’t quite make the leap there. The Chateau’s exterior door to the screened-in porch creaked on its hinges but the indoor entryway opened without noise when you walked in. This calmed your heart rate after hearing the voices inside get louder when you approached the house, not wanting to involve yourself too much in a fight when you had JJ’s hat to be dealt with. Neither of those things mattered though, because when you stood in the doorway debating how to get to your room without getting in the sight of either of the two bickering pogues, Kie spotted you, just as you deciphered what they were arguing about. Sarah.

In these types of fights between the pogues, there were always sides, but there was also the essential knowledge that the fighting would eventually be resolved. In being the two girls in the group, you ended up sticking by Kie in a lot of times of need whether you agreed with her or not. JJ tended to pick John B. Pope was always the mediator. It was how things worked. And they worked well. This instance, however, was odd. 1) because JJ was out surfing, 2) You owed John B, and 3) because you needed John B’s help with Rafe that day too…which meant Kie was right AND was going to be left in the dust. Plus, a little bit of you also hated that Kie happened to be right that particular day about that particular (*cough* the Cameron’s) topic. Mostly because that very day you were going to go against almost every word she was saying.

Kie reached a hand out to you, urging you to show your alliance by standing physically next to her. If you went, you would be parallel to John B and crossing a line across the threshold. Her eyes poked holes in your heart, as if her gaze caused the blood to fall slowly out of it and pool around your feet in a painting of guilt. It was one argument. She would forgive you. Except that this small, meaningless fight meant more and you knew it. It meant sides. Sides that weren’t in this room. Sides that you and John B were taking. Were you willing to risk fighting for one kiss? That one kiss swam in your bones and it felt so warm, so similar to the sun hitting your skin. But this was wrong. “Y/N, you know I’m right, right?” Your hesitation caused Kie to falter. Normally, she would be full of confidence and show no mercy to her opponents, but as a friend you held her heart in your hands. Unfortunately, you were about to squeeze a little.

You eyed John B carefully but even he looked a little lost and frustrated as you met his gaze. His eyes wavered a bit just as you stepped a foot closer to his side of the room-

“Y/N kissed Rafe.” The room suddenly felt stiff with hot Outer Banks air as the words fell from John B’s mouth.

“WHAT?” Your head snapped immediately back to John B, while at the same time Kiara echoed your shock and your word and looked towards you. Pope munched on his cereal, still a little sleepy and a little bit scared to intervene until he has his wits about him. Luckily he had already gulped down Kiara’s concoction, as it was sitting empty next to his bowl, so he was sure to sober up faster than usual.

“And he has JJ’s hat.” John B helpfully added to his last statement.

This time only Kiara spoke, “What the fuck, Y/N.” She placed a hand on her forehead and looked down at her feet which you noticed were a pair of vans that had originally belonged to you.

Heartbeat slowing a bit, you paused, looking between John B and Kiara. When your eyes glanced over John B his own eyes urged you to talk. To say something. You didn’t know what his game was. John B obviously had kept his relationship secret for some time now, only making a slip up the night before. Why couldn’t you? Why couldn’t you figure this out without judgment you knew was going to come from your friends? You thought John B understood this. He had forgiven you easily, but only because of his own indiscretions with the middle Cameron sibling. You knew how much this feud hurt Kie, you had been there when it happened. You couldn’t hurt her like this.

But you already had.

Kie stood still for a minute, staring at your silence, and finally after playing with the multiple friendship bracelets on her wrist she spoke again with an exasperated sigh, “Let’s go get the hat, Y/N.”

Then she walked out of the Chateau.

“You should probably follow her.” Pope said between munches, he had already poured himself another bowl. The solo cup that had been taped to his hand from the night before had been attacked and was hanging limply but was still unfortunately attached.

When you started towards the door, Pope added with a heavy amount of side eye towards the leader of the pogues, “Both of you.” John B, not wanting to cross Pope when he was probably right, pushed past you and followed Kie out towards the Twinkie.

“You’ll talk to-” You said, stopping at the door.

“JJ. Yup.” Pope responded. You gave your friend a smile and he gave you one back, laughing a little cautiously as he added, “You know Rafe’s a dick, right?”

You shook your head, a little happy Pope didn’t seem as mad and a little disappointed in yourself that you were here in this situation at all. “Yeah. Just-”

“Talk to JJ. I know. I’ll distract him until you guys get back.”

When you went to leave you again stopped and turned back to Pope, “You don’t hate me, do you?”

Pope turned towards you with a light and soft smile on his face, “No, I don’t, Y/N. Now let me eat my third bowl of cereal. It’s brain-”

“-food. Blah blah. I’m leaving.”

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When you reached the cars (there were usually only two there, yours and the Twinkie, as well as JJ’s dirt bike) your car was missing and you assumed JJ had taken it down to his favorite surf spot, so Kie had already made herself comfortable in the front seat of the VW van. When you were close enough to see your friends through the windows, you could tell there had been a little spat before you got there because John B was sulking in the back.

There were always signs that John B was actually upset, only this time you couldn’t even decipher his side profile. He looked more on edge than anything. You wished you could lend him JJ’s hat, as if transferring the magic again…but you’d have to get the hat first and that seemed like it would happen after Kie killed you both. If Kie was really about to blow up she might think to do it in the Twinkie driving 80 down the highway so no one could hear the lecture she was about to induce upon the two of you. The hat magic might cheer up you and John B after being totally eviscerated though.

You knocked on the driver’s side window, and Kiara, looking a little pissed but not fuming, rolled it down. “Yes?”

The thing was it was weird you could never view Kiara as angry. Yes, she had a lot of anger towards kooks and the environmental damages people and corporations were doing to the planet, but to you she was easy going and carefree and liked to have fun. Her eyebrows being furrowed always submitted confusion first in your mind, not anger. Especially when it was targeted at you.

“I assume I am also in a backseat timeout?”

“Get in the passenger seat, Y/N/N.”

Nicknames were a good sign, so you followed suit and climbed into the passenger side of the Twinkie and hoped Kiara wasn’t planning on crashing the van in a crime of passion and narrowly escaping as the sole survivor.

At first the drive was very quiet. Neither you or John B spoke, but you did send back and forth worrying glances. It was easy to read John B when you knew him like you did, easier now that he was letting you in on his feelings. His eyes gave everything away, and once you got used to looking in them, more often or not it was hardly a feat to discover what his true purposes were. However, you also wanted to send daggers through John B. But as much as you were angry with him you trusted him. He rarely saved his own ass instead of his friends. If this was an attempt to leech all the anger Kiara had about kooks away from him and onto you, you would’ve been able to tell. And so far, there was no sign of that in his deep brown irises.

Then finally, halfway across the Cut, Kiara started talking. Well, she was more likely demanding answers than plainly having a chat. It started with a question, “Is what John B said true?”

Both you and John B started speaking at the same time but John B was louder and cut you off, “I wouldn’t lie about-”

Kie snapped back quickly, still keeping her eyes on the road, “I was asking Y/N. So shut up.” John B opened his mouth once more to protest, but no words came out and he closed it just as fast.

You sighed as the Twinkie came to a red light, “Yes. I kissed Rafe last night. To be fair, I think I was drunk. But either way, I’m sorry.”

Kie let out a breath, “Is this an ongoing thing?”

You tried to hide the fact that it might be becoming one, but your hesitation with your answer cued Kie off. “...No.”

“But you like him.”

“Jury’s out on that one.”

John B piped up, “I have a feeling the Jury has its verdict.”

At the same time you reached back to hit him, Kiara again told John B to be quiet. Then she continued and peeked a soft glance at you while she was driving while occasionally looking back to the idle road, “You weren’t going to tell me?”

“Maybe not yet? I was very worried I was making the wrong move.”

She sighed and then pulled over onto the side of the street. “Y/N, yeah, I’m mad at you.” Then she took a deep breath in, and with a little more tension in her shoulders she continued, “But you deserve to figure things out. I’ve mostly figured my side of things out…but you came from that side of the island too. However, you are also a pogue, and you are also my best friend. I don’t want you to get hurt. And Rafe well…” Kiara’s voice was full of hard edges and warnings of being careful (and mostly not to cross her again) but you knew she was trying to be understanding. It wasn’t a full switch from how she had been fighting with John B at the Chateau but it was a kinder (in retrospect) approach.

“He’s quite an interesting choice.” John B piped up.

“Shut up John B.” You and Kie said at the same time, and you turned back to each other a smile tainting both of your lips. Connection. You felt this overwhelming urge to hug your friend. Like it was new and fresh, seeing her with clean eyes. It was refreshing to see that your assumptions about Kiara’s reaction had been wrong. That you were worried about this big explosion and the volcano had passed by nonthreateningly. She was still very much her assertive self, but it was recognizable and not seized with so much anger that you couldn’t move past it. That you had been right to trust your gut that Kie was not harboring anger for you, and she never had been. It would just take her time to understand if this was something you really wanted. It would take time for you to understand.

Although there was still anger there that you could clearly see underneath her civility and in her tone that you would be able to work through it at a later date. Maybe when this whole Rafe thing turned out to be a flitting desire and not something that would cause a bigger debacle. You were sure though, that if Kie had suspected it was just hooking up, she would’ve been less angry. It was one thing to have sex with a Kook and it was another to be thinking about having real feelings for one. Especially Rafe.

“It’s not like I couldn’t see this coming, you have been in love with him since we were friends with Sarah.” Kie added, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes as she showed off some of the facial expressions she had been holding back.

“I have not been in love with him-” You protested, pouting a little that you had seemed that transparent.

Kie laughed a little and interrupted you, “Okay sure, recently you’ve said you hated him. Which was apparently a lie.”

“Lie my ass!” You protested again, pushing your friend playfully as she sat still at the wheel of the unmoving Twinkie.

“Well either you’re lying to us or yourself.” John B chided annoyingly as he purposefully messed up your hair and leaned up to where you and Kie were sitting. “I think it’s better I said something, look at you two as close as ever.”

Which was exactly why John B spilled your stupid dirty laundry, you saw it plain and clear in his eyes and a little bit in that stupid smirk. You had figured it shortly into the drive, but John B didn’t want you to be in his position. Kiara was smart and fierce, but she was also stubborn. If you had wandered over to John B’s side and held your secret close to your chest, your friendship with your best friend might have never been the same. He was saving you from later fights. Because he was right, Rafe could end badly. You might need your best friend for that. Big John never said honesty was the best policy, but you liked to think that he would be proud of the pogues sticking together.

You stole a look at Kie and she nodded in confirmation, then you both used your hands to push John B back into the back of the Twinkie with force. He landed on the floor of the vehicle with a soft thud and a playful chuckle. “John B, you are a quarter forgiven. Don’t push your luck. You’re still dating my mortal enemy.” Kie said with a sharp tongue, throwing a dagger of a look towards your mutual friend. Somehow the incident with you had lightened her mood about Sarah, and you hoped she could also learn to forgive John B for keeping that a secret. You were ready just that morning to lay your life down for the same if not worse conditions.

“Does this mean I’m fully forgiven?” You asked, looking at Kiara and your similar chokers and shared shoes. There was a kinship there, in the things you shared as pogues. As if you were all connected. It showed in JJ’s shirts you found and ended up sleeping in. Or one of Pope’s button downs. But you and Kie shared the most, your styles intermingled and showed the bond. Kook turned pogue, mirror images.

Kiara sighed and rolled her eyes, “I’m still deliberating. We still have to get the hat back.”

You checked your phone, it was eleven twenty a.m. you still had time to make it to Tannyhill. “Rafe said to meet him at Tannyhill at noon.”

In an attempt to not make things worse, you assumed Kiara elected to ignore that you had made plans to meet up with Rafe, whether it be for JJ’s hat or not. And you were glad she did. You needed your best friend.

“Gun it.” John B said with a smirk, still on the floor of the Twinkie.

“This thing only goes so fast, Routledge.” Kiara retorted, but pulled back onto the road and hit the gas hard.

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You got to Tannyhill with ten minutes to spare, which was exceedingly lucky with how fast the Twinkie goes. When you arrived, you noticed that there were a few straggling cars from the night before that were still parked around the house and on the street. This time, rather than what you had thought the night before, you knew Ward would not approve this. He’s more of the kind of man that pretends to be friendly with neighbors and isn’t actually forgiving. But now with less people at the property, it was open enough to pull into the house’s driveway. You really hoped that Rafe was right and Sarah would not be home since everything was still fairly fresh with Kie. Seeing the two girls go head to head would be too much for one morning.

When finally you made it close enough to the front door, Kiara put the Twinkie into park and looked around, as if a group of Kooks was about to ambush us. When she seemed to think it was all clear, she got out of the car. It was your turn to ask a question, “Where are you going?” you asked, a little afraid of what her answer would be because as soon as you asked it John B was already out of the car too (although a bit more comfortable with the house than Kie seemed to be).

Kie shrugged and motioned for you to come out, “We’re getting the hat, you coming Y/N/N?”

See, to you this could mean many things, and several of them went through your mind. The most common instance is that Kie would pummel Rafe. It was safer than sorry to follow your friends so you didn’t end up locked up after assaulting someone and Rafe claiming a B&E case.

You caught up quickly with your fellow pogues but started to protest that you should go in alone. That it was fine. You could get it and everything would be great. Both of your friends swatted your protests away as soon as you reached the front door. “You need backup,” Kie would say. “We get the hat, get out, it’ll be an adventure,” John B added, though you weren’t quite sure what adventure he was referring to that would land you at Tannyhill. Then Rafe opened the door, with you tugging on John B’s arm to turn back to the Twinkie, John B pulling you towards the door and Kiara’s arms crossed in a defensive pose. You froze with your hands locked around John B’s arm.

“Sarah’s not here.” Rafe said in a bored voice to John B, the door only open enough for his silhouette as if he were afraid all three of you would barge in if he opened it wider. His eyes subtly passed over you in a quick motion as he scanned the three of you and immediately you dropped John B’s arm. A sizable bit of embarrassment washed over you, but you let it go easily as you looked at Rafe in the doorway. Mostly because if anyone at all knew that you weren’t with John B, it would be the Cameron boy.

Kiara spoke up in a stern voice, “We’re here for the hat, actually.”

Rafe’s eyebrows twitched, as if remembering Kie’s brashness for the first time, “Well, actually, I’m curious why you think I have a hat you would want.”

Kiara pointed towards you without breaking eye contact with Rafe, “This one,” she paused and smiled smugly. “Seems to think you do.”

Rafe looked back to you swiftly but his expression stayed bored and made of stone, and his eyes went quickly back to Kiara, “Then only they can come in.”

Kie crossed her arms and looked at John B as if asking him a question but he shrugged subtly and she went to look at you, “Okay. We’ll be waiting.”

You stepped forward and Rafe opened the door to just fit you through, although you had to duck underneath his arm to get through the threshold. He smelled nice, you’re sure like some expensive cologne he owned, and it wafted close to you as you passed him almost enveloping your senses.

When he shut the door you heard John B yell something through the door that sounded a lot like, “No funny business you two!” And then something like Kie smacking him on his head.

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Rafe led you to the living room, to the same couch on which you had talked to him the night before. But he stayed standing, leaning himself against the wall watching you. You couldn’t tell if he wanted you to sit down so you stayed standing opposite him and crossed your arms in an act to do something with your limbs. It seemed like he was telling the truth about not drinking much, he had been up early to golf and seeing him now he had the same glow around him that came with Cameron sobriety.

“So…” You started, looking at him expectantly.

“Why are your friends here?” He asked, looking stern and unmoving. The house was more quiet than you remembered in your past kook years and it unnerved you a bit. When you had been friends with Sarah there was always laughing, always the three of you, and the house didn’t seem so big. But occupying the new space there again was the feeling you had, pulling you towards Rafe Cameron, as if it filled the emptiness. It buzzed inside your bones and all of a sudden all you could think about was kissing him again as if this feeling was controlling your every thought. Because you wanted to. You wanted to forget about your friends outside and “kooks vs pogues” and just kiss Rafe Cameron because you could. Because you had, and you weren’t ready to give that up.

You were staring at his lips when Rafe spoke again, causing you to jolt back up to his blue eyes. “I didn’t think one kiss would have you running off to your friends so fast, Y/N.”

There was a hint of familiarity in his words that awakened your senses back to normal, something that reminded you of the old Rafe when he would tease you and Sarah. You shrugged, “They just want the hat and then they’ll leave.”

“Will you leave?” Rafe prompted harshly, stepping a foot closer to you and away from the wall. His eyes were cloudy and you couldn’t see beyond his intentions. You wanted to believe that he wanted you there. That you could stay. Spend a real day with Rafe away from everyone.

It took a second for you to decide on your words, but when you did they came out easily, “You invited me, I planned to stick around.” You crossed your arms again after you spoke, a little uneasy in standing your ground. “Now where’s JJ’s hat?”

“Always sticking up for Maybank, Y/N. It’s really hard for me to believe you don’t have a thing for him.” As he spoke he walked towards one of the linen closets and waved you towards it. His words, you knew, were an insult coming from his mouth, but it barely bothered you. JJ and you were very close, as you were with all the pogues. Even John B had once mentioned the two of you becoming a couple. But it was odd it was something Rafe noticed. Then he spoke again, nodding you towards the closet, “Kept it nice and pretty for you.” His tone was a little condescending, but otherwise not laced with malice like you had expected.

You made a face at Rafe and walked over to the closet and when you opened the door there it was. You didn’t want to admit that his comment of ‘Kept it nice and pretty’ was actually accurate as it rested nicely on some fresh white towels. No gasoline stains or smells and no tears in it (as your imagination had led you to believe). It was sitting plainly in the closet. “Why is it-” You started.

Rafe was by your side the minute you spoke, sparing little distance between the two of you. “Didn’t want anyone to see it.” There were doubts to this comment, but you didn’t poke at them. His friends were casually showing up at Tannyhill most days, and even Sarah would’ve asked questions about Rafe having JJ’s hat in his possession.

“And I assume you didn’t want JJ’s hat ‘tainting’ your perfect room. Pogue paraphernalia would never dare to disrupt the King of the Kook’s room.” These words dripped with sarcasm, a usual tone in the Chateau, and it alarmed you that you were making playful remarks at the kook in front of you instead of plainly insulting him.

Rafe ignored your joke, and slight jeer at him, and glanced at your lips a little too quickly. “Is this a confession that you’ve been thinking of my room, Y/N?”

You stepped back, trying to keep your composure, “No,” You grabbed the hat and pushed through Rafe to make your way back to the front door. You spoke this time now facing away from the kook, and slightly waving him off with the hat in your hand, “According to you, I should be fantasizing about JJ’s room.” Then you added quickly, “If anything.”

Before Rafe could catch up with you, you had already opened the door. Kie and John B fell hard onto the entryway’s hardwood floors as you swung the door open. It was obvious they had been leaning against the door when it had been closed. Either listening or resting against the doorway. Probably listening. You let it go, since you figured they had a right to be a little nosey. When you had opened the door quickly, the two pogues had fallen with a thud and now opened their eyes to you looming over them. “Got the hat.” You said cheerfully to your friends laying on the floor, waving the hat from your fingertips into their view.

It seemed too easy. Too nice of Rafe to not burn up JJ’s hat in anger at the pogues. They’ve had enough squabbles for that to be possible. But there it was in your hands, and here you were ready to get it back to its owner as if nothing had ever happened.

A part of you hoped that maybe that hat hinted at something softer in Rafe. The Rafe who might have liked you. Seen you care, and then cared in tandem. It didn’t seem like something he would do, and yet you wanted to hope.

Kiara grabbed it from your hands and sat up, leaving John B to nurse his head while still laying pathetically on the floor. “Mission accomplished,” Kiara praised, a little in spite of herself and then looked annoyingly down at John B. “Get up, JJ’s probably already at the Chateau.”

At first John B didn’t move but only offered up both of his hands, and after a round of Kiara calling him pathetic you both helped him up. He was a lot heavier than he looked and Kiara kept calling him names but eventually you both got the boy standing upright. Rafe stood watch as you and Kiara struggled, not offering any help because either he knew it wouldn’t be received or he didn’t want to. Both you and Kiara made sure to send an unpleasant face his way but he just shrugged and looked smug. It was quick going after that as you all knew JJ could stay out on the ocean all day, but he wouldn’t as he had a shift at the country club. So there was a small window of him noticing it was gone and your friends being able to retrieve it back to him.

As John B and Kiara were making their exit they turned back to you, as you had stayed in the entrance to Tannyhill. Kiara called back encouragingly and a bit hopefully, “You coming, Y/N/N?” John B looked more like he knew your answer already and gave you a little nod back towards yourself, and additionally towards Rafe who he could see standing beyond you. You could feel it again, that buzzing, that pull…whatever it was. It was here. And you wanted it. You wanted to feel it. You wanted to fall into it. And as always, it was radiating off of Rafe who was standing a few feet behind you. And now that you were here you were more than aware of his presence.

“No I’m okay, tell JJ I had to go home for the day.” You looked back behind you, catching a glimpse of Rafe again leaning up against the wall and watching you. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.” You waved to your friends, although Kiara looked a little unconvinced of your safety at the Kook residence, but she got into the Twinkie all the same and drove away (mostly after John B gave her a little nudge and not after she gave Rafe the finger).

You turned around and closed the door.

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The minute you closed the door, no longer supervised, you felt the pull become stronger. It felt odd to be alone with him. You hadn’t spent this much time with the Kook since your days of being friends with his sister. Him just standing a few feet from you felt intimidating. A beat of silence passed between the two of you as Rafe took you in.

You prayed he couldn’t hear your quickened heart beat.

“About last night-” You started, playing with the choker Kie had let you borrow.

Rafe was suddenly moving towards you until he was a couple inches away. Subconsciously he took a small step back, but not quite big enough to give you any actual space to have your own thoughts. His eyes were suddenly harsh but when he spoke it was rushed and quiet, “If you’re going to say it was a mistake-”

You opened up your mouth to speak but he interrupted you before you could. “I don’t think it’s a mistake.”

Part of you wanted to be truthful, that you agreed. That you wanted more of him. But when you opened your mouth again, something else came out. “What?” Nerves got the better of you. This Rafe wasn’t one you were familiar with yet. The one clear with his feelings. Clear with feelings towards you.

That step that he took to separate the two of you was a distance you wanted to sever. And now, subconsciously hating that distance, you took a step forward towards the boy so close to you, and yet it still felt too far. You could practically feel the heat from his body and the breath coming evenly from his mouth and nose on your cheeks. Rafe’s eyes didn’t leave yours. Didn’t even look down to check you out, though he easily could. “Do you want me to say it?” Rafe questioned, leaning towards you a little more, wanting clear in his eyes so locked with your own.

Heat flooded into your cheeks, and you knew he was pretending not to be pleased at the sight. You wanted desperately to kiss him. To stop this pathetic excuse of talking. But you also did want him to say it. To soothe your mind about his intentions. “A little,” you said, trying to keep your voice as even as his.

“You don’t think I want you?” Rafe chided, turning his head slightly to the side with a smirk.

“No,” you shook your head. “I think you do and you don’t want to admit it.”

And then, with Rafe’s face twisted slightly in confusion, you closed the gap between the two of your bodies and pulled him close to you. You didn’t want to hesitate anymore, you wanted to dive in. His body reacted, even in his small state of shock at your words, and he melted slightly into you as you kissed, his arms immediately wrapping around you and pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. It was wanting. Wanting each other. Wanting more. Wanting this. His body was warm, so much warmer than you were, and he felt sturdy. Safe somehow. More stern than other people you’d kissed. Your hands found their way up to his hair and it was unsurprisingly soft, you used it to pull him closer to you. He happily obliged to your touch.

You could tell he urged to touch you anywhere he could, but his hands stayed protectively on your back and waist as if holding you was enough for now. They felt nice there, as if you belonged in his embrace. There was something in him holding back and you wanted to let it loose. To scream that he could do what he wanted. You tried to urge that in the kiss, but you let it stay safe.

And then a breath of air, the two of you wanting to breathe but not wanting it to end. When you both detached your hands were on either of his face, cupping him there in a soft touch. And then there were his words, so easily misinterpreted, “Do you want to go up to my room?”

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You had passed Rafe Cameron’s room many times. Laughing with Sarah as you gossiped in the hallway on your way to her room. Knocking on it to remind him to come down for dinner with his family when you were invited over. You remember exactly where it was, but you let Rafe guide you up the stairs with his hand in yours which felt so warm you wished you could bottle his warmth to keep with you when you were cold. His palm burned in your hand as it pulled you along.

The door was closed, just as you remembered, but he opened it easily as he pulled you back onto him and into the unfamiliar space. There was no time to observe what he put on his bedside table or what books he liked to read because Rafe was on you, springing you onto the bed and met you with another kiss there. This time, however, his hands moved along your body and slid along your curves. You were there with him, matching his energy as you urged to tug off the t-shirt he was wearing.

Kie had been right. You had wanted this. For longer than you even let yourself believe.

And suddenly you felt a little guilty that you hadn’t seen it before. That you doubted Kiara would support you. That you had waited this long. Because for a second, this felt overwhelmingly right. Right enough that all that time that had passed where this had not happened felt like a waste.

A short breath of air as Rafe pulled off his shirt and leaned down to kiss you again. The quick second he was away from you, the pull you had begun feeling reappeared but this time it was intoxicating and welcoming and pleasurable all at once, and it begged you to bring him back down for another long kiss.

“Wait-” You said, short of breath and flushed in your cheeks.

Rafe stopped, even though you hadn’t expected him too, and loomed over you expectantly as his body heat encapsulated you in warmth, “What?” He replied, sounding a little annoyed.

“I just-” You paused, pushing a small lock of hair from his face and brushing your hand against his face. He seemed to suddenly freeze at your touch, as if it was too intimate for him. The world honestly could’ve stopped right there for you, just looking up at him. But then another thought came into your mind. “Is this what you had in mind for a date?” You questioned, confusion and annoyance mixing into one now that you remembered what he had said on your short phone call earlier in the day.

Rafe rolled off of you and onto the bed that was unoccupied on your right and let out a small huff, “No.” Was all he said. He didn’t move to fetch his shirt that was now discarded on the floor.

All you had to do was turn your head to look at him, so you did, and he was staring at his ceiling fan with his eyebrows knit together. His own face was also a little flushed and you wanted to touch his cheek again to see if his own warmth was magnified there. “I don’t want to be a hookup Rafe.” Was what you replied.

Rafe turned his head, his face still stern and unreadable, while little strands of his hair falling into his eyes as he did so, and calmed a single piece inside of you that thought you were being played by the eldest Cameron, “We have a reservation at the Island Club this evening.”

“What?” A little shock went through you as you sat up at his confession. You were going to be seen in public while having dinner with Rafe Cameron. As your first date. An actual date. Did he bring every girl to the Island Club on their first date? You didn’t think he did, you’d never heard that before anyways. He was casual, you’d seen him date girls his dad wanted him to. But even when you were at the Island Club with your family, you’d never seen a girl on Rafe’s arm or at the Cameron’s table other than his sisters. This was something bigger, and here he was saying it.

“Do you not want to go?” Rafe asked, rubbing his eyes, still laying on his back.

You looked down at the boy, “I’m just surprised. I was about to have sex with you.”

“You were surprised you were going to have sex with me?”

“No. Rafe. It’s just- This is all very confusing.”

That made Rafe sit up to meet your eyes at a clear level. “Y/N.”

“I was just about to go against everything and become a hookup and here you are saying we have this reservation-” You ached to touch him again, but the inches between the two of you on the bed felt like it was growing with each second.

Rafe interrupted you, “Do you think it was Sarah’s idea to invite John B to the party last night?”

This threw you off for a second.

“Yes?” You phrased this as a question, but it seemed obvious to you that it was Sarah’s decision.

“When she asked, I told her she could invite him hoping his friends would come. Hoping you would come.” Rafe’s face stayed stoic and his chest moved evenly, but what he said didn’t sound confident like he usually did. It sounded like it was the truth, behind a wall he didn’t want to let down.

“But you hate pogues.” Rafe looked at you like you were stupid until you realized what he was saying, “You sat next to me on purpose.”

This time Rafe raised his eyebrows in annoyance, “It took awhile for Maybank to leave you the fuck alone, that’s for sure.”

A beat of silence as you went through the night before.

“What if I didn’t come? What if I didn’t like you?” You wanted reassurance because you did like him. More than you wanted to admit. You wanted to ignore your differences and all of Rafe’s past shit and just be. You wanted him to say it.

Rafe dodged your questions with a response of his own, holding eye contact with you. “You aren’t a hookup, Y/N. Okay? Does that answer your question?”

For a split second you had to process. As if this was information you hadn’t quite gotten a hold of just yet. But there it was. Rafe Cameron actually liked you. He was closed off, sure, but this was his way of saying it. Of saying he would’ve tried harder. How many times had you seen him pick up food at The Wreck when you were there? Especially when you know he knows that it’s part pogue institution. Or out of the corner of your eye when you visited JJ at the Island Club? Or trying to talk to you at last year’s Midsummer's but Kiara kept butting in and pulling you away?

“Yes,” You said, moving a little closer to the boy. “It does.” Your heart was pounding. You did want to have sex with Rafe. Maybe not now. Maybe not even on your third date. But you wanted to. You wanted there to be a third date. You wanted to like him.

You touched his face and moved on top of his lap, “Kiss me again.” You whispered close enough so only he could hear.

And he did.

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Blue Lagoon - ep. 01 - Rafe Cameron

Summary: Ward announces a family vacation while being the absolute worst and you meet Rafe for the first time.

A/N: Can’t believe I’m making a Rafe series...super nervous about this one. If you like the first chapter and wanna be tagged let me know! (Also, all the chapters are named after beach cocktails). This is a re-write of Chapter 1!

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Thirteen had been a tragic year. The year of braces and that terrible hair cut that could only be described as the love child of a bowl cut and a mullet. Your best friend had taken scissors to your hair and you had regretted it ever since. It was the year of hoodies and basketball shorts and more layers than Billie Eilish. The year you fell and busted up your face so bad that you suffered through vacation with a bruise the size of Texas on your jaw. The year all your friends caught up to you but you were still taller and your boobs were still bigger and you still felt more awkward. 

The worst thing about thirteen though, had been the vacation. It was the first time your mom had decided to do a joint vacation to the Bahamas over break. You were thirteen and an absolute tragic mess and already so embarrassed just by your existence and then she flew you to the Bahamas to spend Christmas with the Camerons. 

And if Rafe wasn’t already so attractive and beautifully self-assured; fifteen and already tall and funny and you felt arguably worse about yourself in comparison to him and his sister. But especially him. And part of that was entirely because he’d been so nice. You were fully prepared for him to treat you like every other kid at your school treated you but he didn’t. He was so nice to you and you’d spent a vacation that you thought was going to be horrible having an incredible time. 

But that was the last of the joint family vacations, your mom focusing her time on her new job once you’d gotten home, so you were surprised when she proposed the idea again your junior year of high school. 

“The Bahamas?” 

“Over Christmas...with the Cameron’s.” Your mom replied, barely looking up from her notepad. 

“Oh uh, okay,” there wasn’t much else you could say. She wasn’t about it accept a no from you and yeah, the last trip had been fun, but that nervous insecurity ate away at you from the moment she mentioned it. 

You certainly weren’t the tragic thirteen-year-old mess that you had been back then, and maybe that should have inspired some confidence but instead you were just nervous. If you had gotten arguably better than what did Rafe look like? Probably even more gorgeous than he’d been before. One of your friends suggested trying to find him on instagram but you didn’t need any more anxiety pre-vacation so you avoided the possibility of seeing him before you really saw him at all.

It was Rose who first suggested the little change of scenery for the New Year. Winter break was fast approaching and Ward was at the end of his rope with his oldest and Rose, in an ill-fated attempt to make his exhaustion work for her, mentioned the house in Nassau. Late at night, while Ward sat in his office trying to calm his nerves with a bottle of scotch. He’d been woken by a call from Peterkin that Rafe had been arrested, the third time in two months, for driving under the influence. He didn’t ask what his son was under the influence of and he almost left him in lockup for the night but he got dressed, picked him up, and drove him home in silence. Something had to change and then Rose broached the topic of a vacation. Of course it came with a catch, as everything with Rose seemed to do.

“Dad,” Sarah groaned, looking up from her homework when he announced the trip over breakfast the next morning. “you can’t be serious?”

Ward had come down to breakfast, calling Rafe into the kitchen where Sarah and Wheezie were already eating. He didn’t hate Rose’s idea, even the part of it that benefitted her need to show off, and he decided not to waste time telling his kids the news.

“As a heart attack Sarah.” He replied. “It’s been a busy year and I think this is exactly the kind of family trip we all need right now. Take some time away from the island and our,” he looked across the room at Rafe disdainfully, “more objectionable pastimes.”

“It was one DUI.” Rafe said, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He was still a little hungover from the night before and the weed he’d just been smoking had his eyes bloodshot. He would’ve really loved to get some sleep but just as he was starting to doze off Ward was banging on his bedroom door.

“And it would’ve been your third if Peterkin didn’t owe me a favor. I’ve only got so much clout Rafe, I can’t keep bailing you out every time you decide to do something reckless. Your choices-”

“Reflect the family.” Rafe replied, “I know.”

“Then you’ll know this isn’t up for discussion. We’re going to Nassau in a week.”

All of them missed Wheezie’s groan as she laid her head in her hands. The silent onlooker to her family’s revolving door of drama, Wheezie’s role was that of mediator, instigator, and observer, but she wasn’t granted the privilege of an opinion.

“I’m supposed to go to the Keys with Scarlett!” Sarah mentioned, as if it mattered, “why do we all have to be punished just because Rafe screwed up?”

“I didn’t screw up Sarah, I was barely drunk. Shoupe was just trying to give me a hard time.”

“Oh, of course, our mistake.” Ward replied, “the world is out to get you. Do you know where your classmates are right now? In college. Yale, Harvard, Duke, even NCS...and where are you? That’s right, sitting at home every day, smoking weed, wasting my money.”

“I said I’d do some work for you.”

“Because this is what I want representing my company? You can’t even get out of bed before three in the afternoon most days.” Ward snapped, “take this vacation as an olive branch. And when we get back start thinking about what you want your life to look like because any more ‘wrong turns’ and you can forget the nice stuff and the free room and the bailouts.”

“Dad!”

“That’s not fair to me and Wheezie!” Sarah piped up, repeating her earlier argument, “why are we being punished?”

“Don’t rope me into this.” Wheezie commented. She wasn’t going down with this ship. At least not yet.

“I hardly think a week in the Bahamas is a punishment Sarah.” Ward replied, “now, is it possible to get through this without any other objections?”

“Can I invite Topper?” Sarah asked, “you said Rose’s friend is coming with her daughhter so I don’t see why I can’t invited someone.”

“Rose’s friend?” Rafe asked, looking up from his phone.

“Yes. We’ve been on vacation with them before. You remember? He daughter is a year older than Sarah I think.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, the slightest smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Can I invite a friend?” Wheezie asked.

“No.” Ward said.

“If Sarah gets to bring someone why can’t I? That’s not fair!”

“I’m done with the arguments and backtalk. We’re leaving in a week. If Dr. Thornton says Topper can come, he can come. But I’m not a babysitting service for you and your friends Wheezie.”

“Sarah always gets to-”

“Louisa!” Ward snapped, hand hitting the marble countertop. Sarah’s eyes went wide and Rafe looked up from his phone, standing up a little straighter at the notable anger in his father’s voice.

“Sorry.” Wheezie shrunk down in her seat, looking away from her dad.

“Now, do you think it’s possible that we can all get through this without any more arguments? We leave on Sunday. Since I have actual work to do, unlike any of children,” Ward said, looking over at Rafe, “I’ll be in my office.”

All three of them stayed put as they listened to their dad’s footsteps as he headed upstairs to his office. Sarah got up from the table, grabbing her phone and heading outside to call Topper while Wheezie still sat there looking close to tears for being yelled at.

Rafe put his phone down on the counter and crossed the kitchen, putting his hand on his sister’s back and rubbing small circles. “Hey, no worries, okay? I’ll hang out with you on the trip.”

“You’ll just off with Topper and Sarah and I’ll be stuck with Rose while she day drinks.” Wheezie muttered, rubbing at her eyes.

“I promise Wheez, I won’t ditch you.”

“Okay,” she looked up at him, holding her hand out, pinky extended, “pinky promise?”

“Yeah, pinky promise.”

The week went by faster than any of them wanted it to, Sunday creeping up too soon. Trips to Nassau were usually staggered. Ward might go with Rose, or Rafe and Sarah went with friends or Ward took Wheezie, but they never went altogether. A family vacation hadn’t happened in almost four years.

Rafe could remember the last trip. Sarah had brought Scarlett because, once again, she was their father’s favorite child. Ward told Wheezie she couldn’t bring someone, pretending that she was too young but Sarah had been twelve and she’d been allowed to bring someone. Scarlett was a nightmare on vacation and an absolute bitch to you, Rose’s best friend’s daughter. Rafe had spent most of his time with you just to avoid his sister and Scarlett but he’d actually had a great time. Probably the last great time he had sober.

On Sunday morning he stood at the back of the SUV, helping his dad load it up for the drive to airstrip.

“Alright, do we have everything we need to go?” Ward asked, looking toward the house as Rose came out with her biggest suitcase rolling alongside her. “Rose, it’s a week for godsake.”

Sarah leaned out the window at her stepmom before sharing a look with Rafe, rolling her eyes. Rose caught the look and frowned. “Sorry all my clothes aren’t the size of Malibu Barbie and require a little extra space.” She said, glaring at Sarah.

“Here we go!” Sarah swore.

Ward took a deep breath, “just get in the car. Please.” He passed the suitcase to Rafe before following his wife around the side of the car, “and Sarah, behave.”

“Are you kidding me? She literally started it. I said nothing.”

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

Sarah groaned, sitting back in her seat, “this is the stupidest vacation, why do we all have to go?”

“Sarah!” Ward shouted, “not another word! Some of you are lucky that we’re all going since you certainly don’t deserve a nice vacation.”

Rafe shut the door as he climbed in the backseat beside Wheezie, “am I supposed to say thank you?” It didn’t surprise him that somehow his dad yelling at Sarah had turned into his dad taking a dig at him.

“It’s beyond my comprehension how I managed to raise such incredibly spoiled, ungrateful children.”

“Sorry dad,” Sarah muttered.

“Well I won’t wait for the other two apologies.” He said, looking in the rearview mirror at them. Wheezie had her airpods in, staring down at her phone, “this one probably can’t even hear me.”

Rafe nudged his youngest sister and she looked up, “huh, what?” She took one headphone out and looked around the car but Ward had already changed the subject.

“Is Topper meeting us at the airstrip or am I supposed to be picking him up?”

“He said he would meet us.” Sarah replied, slumping in her seat as they backed out of the driveway and headed to the airstrip.

“You know Sarah,” Ward mentioned, always happy for an opportunity to dig for a dig at Rafe’s expense where he could find one, “I really do like this young man. He’s very responsible. It’s a shame my own son couldn’t be so disciplined and mature.”

“This is gonna be a great vacation dad, you were right.” Rafe piped up.

“You can save the snark Rafe.”

The only thing quieter than the rest of the drive to the airstrip was the flight to Nassau. Quiet and awkward, so much so that Topper spent the entire trip too tensed to even move, aside from his knee bobbing uncontrollably. None of the Cameron kids seemed to notice the unease or they were all so adapted to it that it didn’t seem to affect them.

Ward had eased up on the commentary and Rafe was silent, hoping he wouldn’t have to listen to anymore of his father’s opinions if he just stayed quiet. He knew that wasn’t the case but it was working so far. Rose was too engrossed in her phone to bothered with any of them, Sarah and Wheezie taking up similar approaches to the flight.

“You know we could be taking a private plane to like, Paris or something right now? Wouldn’t that be kind of incredible?” You asked, reaching for one of the bagels that your stepdad had laid out on the table.

“The Bahamas are equally incredible,” Your mom piped up, smacking your hand and making you drop the bagel, “eat some fruit, you look bloated.”

“I’m not bloated mom.”

“Well, you're either bloated or pregnant and let’s not hope it’s the latter.” She snarked, pushing the bowl of fruit closer.

“Thanks mom.” You rolled your eyes, “and thanks so much for this vacation when I was supposed to be in Ptown with Ben.”

“Ptown’s not going anywhere.” She replied. “Try to be positive, remember what Dr. Nygaard said, try not to decide the outcome of an event before it happens.”

“Thanks for that inspirational advice,” you said, “you should get it printed on a t-shirt.”

Your mom had announced the trip not three days after you had committed to going to Provincetown with friends for Christmas. You’d paid for a fifth of the house that your friend group was renting for the week only for your mom to announce that you had to cancel. Rose had invited her (and you and your stepdad) to the Cameron’s Nassau house and she had accepted, effectively canceling any plans that you had. There was no chance of arguing the point with her, if she said you were going then you were going. And to be fair, part of you kind of wanted to go, just for the opportunity to see Rafe. Though it was for that same reason that you were really dreading the chance to go to.

The Cameron’s landed at the airstrip in Nassau an hour after your family had already arrived and your mom had taken the liberty of renting two SUVs for the week. When Ward did land, Wheezie pressed her face to the window, looking out at the private port. “Who is that?” She asked, not recognizing Rose’s friend or her family.

“My friend LeAnn, you remember we went to Nassau with them last time.” Rose replied.

Your mom nudged you, a silent jab meant to tell you to turn your phone off. You were only making yourself more depressed anyway, seeing that your friends were having a great time while you were stuck on a family vacation.

Rose waved as she exited the plane and your mom waved back enthusiastically. “LeAnn, I’m so happy you could make it!”

“Thank you for inviting us,” your mom said, hugging Rose before looking to Ward, “we always talked about vacationing together again, I’m so glad it finally worked out.”

“Oh me too,” He replied though it sounded half-hearted.

“It’s so beautiful here.” LeAnn said, looking around as if she hadn’t had the opportunity to before, “didn’t I tell you how nice it would be?” She asked you.

“Yeah, it’s super warm here.” You made a point of moving your hand up to block the sun, squinting behind your sunglasses and scrunching your nose.

“Don’t mind her, she was going to spend her vacation in with friends but she’ll get over it.” LeAnn said, excusing your behavior.

The rest of the family, Rafe, Sarah, Topper, and Wheezie, caught up with Ward and Rose, bags in hand and ready to get to the house. Wheezie avoided introductions, a quick wave before she headed straight to the second car, putting her airpods back in as she did. Rose ignored her daughter, going through a round of introductions anyway, as if you had all completely forgotten each other. As she pointed to Rafe you looked up from your phone, your eyes meeting his. Four years since your seen him and that same familiar pull in your stomach was still there when he smiled, like butterflies erupting. It lasted only a second as your mom spoke up and you turned to look at her.

“I can’t believe how old you both are now! And Wheezie, the last time I saw you all you were just kids.”

“Well it’s been four years mom.” You pointed out.

“I know how long it’s been.” She said, glaring at you. “I guess we’ll see you all back at the house right?”

As everyone piled into their respective cars, your stepdad offered up the backseat if anyone wanted, noting that they had four people to get in the back of their car and your family only had you. Rafe looked at the back seat as Sarah climbed in, bag still in his hand as he slowly stepped away from the car.

“If you don’t mind?” He said, catching your attention.

You stopped what you were doing, hand hovering over your bag as you stood there at the open trunk, your stepdad answering Rafe, “not at all, hop in.”

He nodded, coming around the back of the SUV and putting his bag in the back. You were still standing there, practically frozen as you followed the motion of his bag getting tossed in the trunk as he turned to you, “need help?”

“I can lift a bag, promise.”

“I mean, last time-”

“The latch wasn’t on my suitcase last time!” You laughed, “I can’t believe you remember that, that was so embarrassing.” You had been lifting your suitcase onto the cart at the hotel last time you were here and dropped it on the ground, the latch popping and spilling your clothes and belongings everywhere. The worst of it being Rafe picking up the stuffed dog that you had brought with you. “I did bring Wilbur though,” you said, just to get a laugh.

It worked, Rafe shaking his head at you as he put your bag in and shut the trunk door. You followed him around to the backseat and he let you get in first, sitting so close to you that his thigh touched yours. It was unnecessary, since there was plenty of room with just the two of you, but he acted like he didn’t even realize it.

“Sorry you had to give up vacation just to come here.” He whispered, turning to look at you.

“And miss the opportunity to hang out with you for a week?” You asked, grinning.

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Goodnight, Pogues ∞ JJ x Reader

Summary: The carefree, confident and kind kook turned Pogue has an encounter with Rafe on the beach, leading to a few shots being fired.

Warnings: Blood, death, swearing, guns, sexual assault, sexual references ( if there is more let me know! )

Word Count: 2k!

This was not requested but I had the idea of a series where the seemingly perfect girl gets in an accident and it changes how she sees the whole world. Loosely based on On My Block, at the end of Season 1.

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The day had been amazing. Full of blue sky, puffy white clouds, and salty spray. The ocean felt amazing underneath your board. The sun shifting through the water and rippling the sand below.

“Surfs up bitches!” You yell jokingly as JJ hits a huge wave, riding it perfectly before falling off at the end. You and Pope, who stands in the shallows next to you, leaning on his surfboard, laugh.

“You never swear.” Pope says and you nod at him. He was right, you never did. You were the perfect daughter to the kooks, smart, independent, kind, confident, carefree but because you hung out with the Pogues, basically lived at John B’s, and were dating JJ, the high strung people from Figure 8 never called you their own.

“I was joking mother fucker.” You answer Pope, as he smiles, bursting into laughter.

“I guess you’re changing then y/n.” Pope says and you shake you’re head.

Little did you know you would have no choice over the change coming.

A few minutes later JJ and John B paddle towards you all and you fall into you’re boyfriends arms. John B splashes you as a joke and you sink under the water, swimming under your surf board to grab his leg.

Popping up a few seconds later, Pope and JJ are doubled over in laughter, leaning against their boards for support.

“You screamed like a little baby, man!” JJ moves your board to hug you and you flip off John B, who’s face is almost too red.

“Good one y/n. You and JJ are the funniest people in all of Kildare County.” Pope said and John B shook his head.

“Sorry Johnny, its true.” You joke and flash another smile. By the time you hit more waves and walk back to shore, JJ and John B are drinking beers and the sun says its almost four.

“Chief. Nice waves you caught, baby.” JJ gives you and smile and pats next to him on a towel. A group of tourons next to you give you a look and JJ flips them off as you sit next to him.

“Sorry about that.” You say to the tourons. Its not like they know that you and JJ are together. Maybe they want to get in his pants, which you can understand. If you were them you’d want to steal JJ for yourself.

“So whats for the eating boys?” You ask and Pope walks up, shrugging. He sits down to your left.

“You.” JJ says and you playfully slap his arm.

“Sarah Cameron.” John B says and you roll your eyes at both of them.

“Not girls, dingus one and dingus two. Thank you for the compliment babe, but I mean like actual food.” You say back and they look unfazed. When John B started dating Sarah it was like a blow to the heart for you. John B and JJ had been there for you when you’re father left and your mother married a rich kook on the other side of the island. You’d basically fallen apart then. You felt like he’d been replacing you. But Sarah and him were made for each other, and you couldn’t break them apart if you tried, and you never would.

“We could throw a kegger after begging Ki for free food?” Pope suggests and you shrug.

“I’ll pay for you guys. Ki told me once that they give the leftovers to the homeless.” You say and JJ squeezes your arm.

“Your too amazing y/n.” He was right, you were the calmest, neatest, therapist like person the Pogues ever met. You’d never be seen getting angry, or not seeing the other side of things. If you friends got into an argument, you were always the mediator and tried to help them see the other side of the misunderstanding.

Loading up your gear, as well as helping Pope out, you pile into John B’s van and head over to The Wreck, and you see Ki outside, taking someones order.

You let JJ and Pope get out first and then shut the door behind you to grab your boyfriends hand and rub the back of his hand comfortingly. Sitting down at one of the tables near the back of The Wreck, Ki comes over, wearing a light pink ruffle crop top and jean shorts. Her curly hair is pulled up into a half bun, the ends frizzing. Her eyes sparkle as she eyes you all down.

“I got your orders already in boys and girl.” She says and sits down, signaling to her father at the bar that she is now on break. “I get off work in 30, what are we doing?” She asks, leaning against Pope as his face turns red. You’ve known forever that he is head over heals in love with Kiara, and you can’t really blame him. She’s gorgeous, smart, cares about the environment. You’ve tried to get the answer out of her if she likes him, but she never says anything, so you stopped pressing. You didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.

“Kegger,” John B says and you see him typing something on his phone.

“Inviting Sarah Mr Kook?” JJ asks and you try to read John B’s face. He smirks and then looks up.

“What? Uh, yes. I think.” You nod your head. Sarah is a good person, perfect for John B. She, too, was entirely beautiful, kind and the best girlfriend for John B. They fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Have you given her some of that John D already, mate?” JJ asks and you groan, fixing your posture after you leaned over in fake anger.

“You don’t have the answer that John B, but we all want to know.” You say. He’d told you that he nailed a few girls, which you were okay with. John B had nailed you and been your first kiss, which was hard to explain to JJ. You’d been so into him freshmen year, and then, it happened. But now, John B was entirely Sarah’s and JJ was yours.

“I mean, yeah.” John B blushed and JJ’s hand and his met in a high five, just before he setting a hand on your thigh. The warmth spread through your body and you grinned at your boyfriend, leaning in for a kiss.

“Thats my boy, Pogue style.” JJ says and you cringe.

“Okay ya’ll, this is getting weird. I’ll be back with your food soon.” You watch as Ki walks away, and then turn to JJ to see his gaze following her, landing on her ass.

“Well since the food isn’t here yet, JJ, do you want to go and get the stuff for the par-tay?” John B says, scooting his chair loudly to get up. JJ shrugs and you give him one more kiss as he walks away towards the door. Its just you and Pope now.

“Did you see him watch Ki?” Your best friend says and you nod.

“Don’t you feel jealous? Like I mean, if I were dating someone and the person looked at another girls butt, I would be pissed.” Pope says and you make eye contact with him, shifting your weight on the table.

“I don’t blame him. I know I’m beautiful, but he spent a lot of his life looking for a girl to have sex with. He told me sometimes it slips his mind. Then he feels bad about it. I love him, I know I’m enough for him. We are a good couple. I feel safe, you know.” Talking through it made your emotions feel better. Even though you didn’t get mad, the feeling of saying things out loud always helped.

A few minutes later, JJ and John B come back, and Ki brings the food. Once everyones eaten, you all pile into the car, and John B hands you the keys to his van. You smile at him.

You normally drove John B’s car, mostly because you were the most confident and had the longest attention span. You sat in the front seat and look back.

“Everyone buckled up?” You ask and Pope groans.

“Yes, Mrs bus driver.” JJ says in a high pitched voice, you break out a laugh, just like you have hundreds of times today. Sometimes your friends don’t understand that even though you feel great about your driving skills, and fairly sure you won’t crash the van, you just want them to be safe.

When you arrive at the boneyard, some kooks are already there, and you see Rafe Cameron with his stupid buddies Kelce and Topper doing a line of coke. Your face crinkles up with anger. Drugs are not a way to lessen the pain. Nor is drinking or smoking, for that matter, but especially not things like coke or dope. You shrug them off as people start arriving for the kegger, mostly just tourons looking for a good ol’ hookup on their week or two of vacation.

The sun starts to set as your boyfriend and John B set up the fire. You’re sitting next to Pope, who’s explaining something about dead bodies farting to a tourist that keeps checking her phone. You would normally listen to him, but you zone out.

Rafe, Topper, and Kelce are still doing lines of coke, even though they must be soaring high right now, and some blondie delivers a few cases of beer to them, adding to the pile of disguared bottles littering the sand.

After looking back at Pope and the girl, who walked away, you touch your best friends arm and pull him gently up.

“Want to go and look for sand dollars and watch the sunset?” You ask, and he nods his head. When you and Pope both met, you found matching sandollars, small and perfect, and got them made into bracelets. You’d been on the beach after a fight with John B, and Pope came up to you, wondering what a kook was doing on the cut. You didn’t explain the circumstance, and you don’t exactly remember how you both found the sand dollars, but now they were tied around your necks as perfect pendents, keeping you guys together.

You grab JJ’s arm and whisper what you and Pope are doing before he tells you to be safe. You lean in for a kiss and you can feel his smiling, tasting beer and mint on his lips.

“I love you, and I will.” You say, and he turns back to John B, who is talking to Sarah about something.

You and Pope walk past the other groups of people, getting wasted, as usual, and then find your way to the ocean. For a few minutes its quiet, just you and Pope shifting through the sand to look for anything beautiful, until you both sit down on the edge of the foam to watch the sunset. Its red tonight, a deep and startling color. Full of hints of gold, and sandy colors, and then some darker ones mixed in.

“You always try and watch the sunset.” Pope says as you pull out a small notebook from your shorts pocket. Inside, you describe the sunset tonight. Its colors, how it made you feel. Try and compliment it.

“I try to. Somedays I miss it, but its nice to see something beautiful every day.” You say, and then stand up suddenly. You see something in the sand in front of you. Bending over, you find its a broken sand dollar, one side torn to a sharp, serrated edge that would cut your skin.

“Ugh.” You say, kissing it before someone whiles behind you.

“Nice ass, y/n.” Rafe says, and you turn around to see him stumbling towards you, empty beer bottle in his hand.

“Thanks Rafe, but stop looking at it.” You say and he grins, tossing the bottle on the ground. Pope’s up in seconds, glancing back at the firelight where the kegger is still happening. Its the only thing, other then the moon, lighting the scene about to take place.

“I don’t want to. You know, maybe I could have some of it.” He says and you shake your head. He’s coming closer to you and Pope steps beside you, fear, and anger, in his eyes. Your scared to, but don’t let it on. No one can know your emotions, especially not this high, and drunk kook.

“I don’t think so. In fact, maybe go back to your friends.” You say as he comes into three feet of you. His hands reach out to grab you and Pope pushes them away, just as Rafe shoves him to the ground, kicking his side. You push the sandy haired boy and his knuckles dig into your skin. Pope is trying to get up, but Rafe must have broken a rib because his breathing is hard and flushed.

“You must have known you’d get fucked tonight, with that outfit you’re wearing.” Rafe says, and you kick him at his groin. You were wearing a pair of Levi jean shorts, a lacy white bra, and one of JJ’s button shirts to cover up your breasts, leaving the rest unbuttoned.

“What I wear has no affect on if I want to have sex with you Rafe,” you say, calmly, though fear is coursing through your bones. Rafe, struggles to get up, and almost falls over again, and your backing towards the waterline.

“Whatever you want to believe y/n, but you’ve made me very angry.” Rafe says, a little to loudly, and you cringe. Any chance at this not getting physical was out of the picture now. “And you know what happens to people that make me angry.” You stop moving backwards as your heals touch the water, and glance back at JJ, who, once he heard Rafe’s voice, came turning and walking quickly towards the scene unfolding.

While you were looking at your boyfriend, and now John B, who are both making their way towards you, Rafe, puts his hands on your waist and shoves you down. You try and punch him in the face, and grab his ankles and you kicks you in the side. Crawling away and standing up again, five feet away, he comes running at you.

Cold fingers slide around your neck, and you can’t breath. Rafe must be choking you out. With a last grain of effort, you spit in his face and try to back away, and then he pulls something out, and two shots are fired.

For a second, you didn’t know it was you that got shot. People were screaming and running away from the boneyard, and something wet was seeping into your shirt.

Then, the pain hit, and a scream came erupting from your mouth. Thousands of knives stabbed you right below your ribcage, in two different spots, and you fell to the sand, shaking.

This was like the movies. It was the movies. How could you be feeling so much pain? You must be dead already. It only made sense. This was to much. But you couldn’t leave JJ or Pope or John B or Sarah or Ki without saying goodbye.

Someone was right next to you, looking into your eyes. The pain was getting worse, and making your vision white. All at once, your hearing came back, and Pope was next to your left side, with JJ on the other. Both were holding your hands, which were laying in red sand.

You look down, but the pain stops you from seeing the bullet holes in your chest.

“Call 911!” Ki shouts and Sarah picks up the phone, dialing the number.

Your breaths come out in shocked waves, pulling and turning. Its getting harder to get oxygen as well. Somethings clogging up your throat.

As you wheeze for air, and try to stay afloat, you desperately want to watch whats happening, but your so tired. What time is it? It must be past your bed time by now. You have to tell JJ and Pope goodnight, just like you always do.

“I-I lo-love you gu-guys.” You muster out quietly, and JJ shakes his head. With each word and breath your getting more ready to fall asleep. “Goodnight, Pogues.” You say, and JJ clutches your face. You’ve never seen him cry like this before. Big tears sliding down his face.

“Don’t fall asleep. Please don’t fucking fall asleep!” He screams and you hear something wailing in the distance.

“But I-its getting hard-harder to breath JJ. I don-don’t want to fight any lo-longer. Please let m-me sleep.” Your voice is horse and choked. Your breathing is the same, only coming in short bursts.

“Don’t give up, please.” Pope says and you shake your head.

“Listen to Pope, don’t fall asleep. We love you. Keep fighting!” JJ orders, but you zone out. Is that blood in your mouth? Something tastes metallically.

“Don’t let her fall asleep JJ. She might not wake up.” John B says, and you watch as he stares at you, Sarah hugging him tight. She must have already called the ambulance.

“Look at me, okay,” JJ says. You try to, but yours eyes are closing. Pain stiffles a cry as Pope is leaning over your midsection, pressing something to seep up the blood pooling from out of you. “Your going to be okay,” JJ says.

“Goodnight John B, goodnight Sarah and Ki, goo-goodnight Pope. Goodnigh-good-goodnight JJ. I love you guys.” You speak slowly, and JJ shakes his head.

“Don’t fall asleep, please.”

“We love you Y/N. Please don’t leave us.” Ki sobs and Pope looks into your eyes.

The wailing is getting louder. Closer. And then the long awaited sleep breaks through.

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largedenominationsplease · 4 years

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73!

“I like proving you wrong.”

JJ storms into the Chateau, the screen door slamming behind him, pulling a laughing Kiara behind him. John B barely glances up from the half-made sandwich in front of him, being so used to his best friends’ shenanigans.

“JB,” JJ calls out. He steers Kiara toward their friend and positions her in front of him. Jerking his thumb between the two of them, he says, “Who would win in a fight? Me or Kie?”

“What?” John B continues focusing on his sandwich. He has other things on his mind. Like the upcoming meeting with DCS and earning enough for bills,and other shit that a normal seventeen-year-old shouldn’t have to worry about.

“Who would win a fight?” Kie chimes in. She seems just as invested in the conversation as JJ, so John B resigns himself to mediating their ridiculousness.

“What kind of fight? Like a battle of wits? A fist fight? Wrestling?”

“Any kind of fight.”

“Kie. Hands down.”

“Hey, what?” JJ practically squeaks in indignation. “I mean, we all know she’s smarter, but brutal hand-to-hand combat? I got her beat, easy!”

Kie turns to him, sass emanating off of her, along with a little mischief. “Oh, really? You think so? You heard John B, I would win every time.”

“Yeah, well prove it!” JJ takes a step toward Kie, a confident smirk on his lips.

“Children, children, no wrestling in the house,” John B interrupts with a laugh.

“Yeah, well, my dad needs me back at the restaurant, anyway,” Kie says dismissively. “I’ll just have to prove you wrong later.”

The time for Kiara to prove herself doesn’t come until a few days later. “Let go of him, Topper!” She yells, rushing to Pope’s defense, swinging JJ’s backpack at the Kook boy. “Fascist asshole!” She might not know exactly what JJ and Pope did to piss off Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest: Kook trio, but she knows they don’t deserve to have their asses beat for it. When Topper snatches JJ’s bag out of her hands, she jumps on his back. Anything to keep him from beating Pope. Next thing she knows, Rafe is slamming her to the ground, hard.

Topper has Pope in a chokehold, while Kelce holds JJ down for Rafe to throw punch after punch after punch. She has to do something. Digging through JJ’s backpack she finds the gun. Can’t use that, it would be too obvious. They’d land in prison, or worse. The next thing she pulls out is JJ’s zippo. Fire. Fire. Perfect. In minutes, the movie screen in front of them is up in flames, and the three Kook boys are scrambling to get out of sight of the panicking crowd on the other side of it.

“You’re a freaking idiot!” Pope coughs, leaning on Kiara for support.

“I saved your ass.” She motions for JJ to come along with them and throws an arm around Pope. “Come on!”

That ends up being only the first of many times Kiara saves her boys during a fight. JJ doesn’t want to admit it, but if it wasn’t for her quick thinking, he’s pretty sure he would be dead a few times over. Even in the midst of all the chaos of finding the gold, running from the cops, running from Ward, JJ remembers and is thankful to have Kie in his corner.

Now, he sits next to her on the sand at Rixon’s Cove. John B has been gone a month, and neither of them want to talk about it. “Hey,” JJ says. “I never thanked you.”

“For what?”

“For saving our asses. More than once. J-John B was right.” He shakes his head. It’s still hard to say his best friend’s name. “You can win in a fight.”

She laughs dryly. “Guess I like proving you wrong.”

“Wanna prove me wrong one more time?” She looks at him in confusion and he continues, “Prove to me they’re not dead.”

Kie wraps an arm around him, lacing her fingers through his hair, holding him close. She takes a shaky breath. “Trust me, I want to be proved wrong about that, too.”

#so sorry I didn’t mean for this to get that sad #liv writes #drabble challenge #jiara #jiara blurb #thanks Ana!

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behappyitsemmalie · 4 years

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Loyalty - The Pogues Found Family

Kie making her way back to the pogues after her kook year. Mostly pogue core4 family love, but there is some jj x kie if you squint.

This turned out way different than I meant for it to😅 but i still like it. Let me know what you think!

JJ didn’t have friends, he had family. He had the pogues. John B, his best friend since third grade. He crashed at his place most nights, spent most of his days with him too, surfing and drinking. Pope, his brother. He had been weary of Pope when John B first brought him around but then JJ started helping out Heyward with deliveries a lot, spending time with Pope in the process. They became close, closer than he thought they would ever be, being such different people.

And then there’s Kie.

Kie was loyal. To a fault sometimes. It was one of JJ’s favorite things about her. She stuck by her friends no matter what. He knew her parents didn't like him and the rest of the Pogues, but Kie didn’t care. She hung out with them anyway, even if her stuck up neighbors looked at them with judging eyes when they picked her up in their slightly run down boat at the end of the dock behind her house. Kie just really didn't care what other people thought, especially when it came to her friends.

So it came as more than a little shock to the boys when Kie suddenly stopped coming around so much. It was freshman year of high school. There was only one junior high on the island, mixing the kook kids with the much poorer pogue kids. But once it came to high school, things were separated. No big surprise, Kie was to attend the ‘prestigious’ Kook Academy. She spent days begging her parents not to make her go there. She wanted to go to the regular high school with the boys. But they weren't listening, claimed this was better for her future.

The first few months or so, she still came around a lot. After school, she would meet the boys at the beach to surf or John B’s house to smoke. Weekends were spent exclusively on the cut. The only time the boys could really miss her was during school. For them it wasn't much different than it was before. JJ could tell Kie didn't feel that way. The two were sitting on John B’s front porch, a beer bottle in JJ’s hand and a ukulele in Kie’s as she absent-mindedly strummed a tune. Soft rain was falling outside and both were bundled in warm sweatshirts. JJ looked over to see her face blank, like she was in a different plane of existence entirely.

“You gonna tell me what’s up?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“What?” Kie asked.

“Whatever it is that's got you so bummed out lately. You gonna tell me about it?” he asked again.

It wasn't really like JJ to pry. Not that he didn't care. Of course he cared, but he had things he didn't like talking about. So he just felt like he should give people privacy. But it didn't seem like anyone else was going to ask Kie what was going on and he hated just sitting there, watching her stew in whatever was bugging her.

“School sucks,” was Kie’s short and quick answer as she put the ukulele down beside her.

“School always sucks.”

“Yeah but Kook Academy really... sucks, JJ,” she sighed.

JJ looked over to her. “What’s going on?”

For the first time in this conversation, Kie looked over to JJ. Her eyes were sad, with a expression that looked like she would break out in tears at any minute. JJ didn't see this look on her face that much.

“Everybody hates me. And it’s not like I particularly like any of them, but it just sucks,” she explained, pushing her hair back over her head.

“They’re just asshole kooks Kie.”

“Yeah I know that but,” Kie paused. She didn't quite know how to describe it. JJ sat through the few seconds of silence as he watched Kie seemingly put her feelings into words. “I’m so tired of not having one friend in the entire place. And if I have to go through 4 more years of walking down the halls knowing everyone around me can just tell I don't belong there... I don't think I can do it JJ.”

JJ reached over and wrapped his arm around Kie's shoulders. He didn't know what to say. It never really occurred to him how lonely Kie probably felt not having anyone at school. She had plenty of friends on the pogue side of town, more than just the boys. But the kooks didn't understand her. Not that she ever cared, but it just never crossed his mind that she really didn't have anyone.

“You know you have us. I know Kook Academy sucks. Kooks suck. But pogues for life includes you, too. It’s always going to include you,” he promised.

Kie just nodded as her head laid in the crook of JJ’s neck. “Pogues for life,” she whispered, barely loud enough for JJ to hear.

And barely 2 months later, she was gone.

It was innocent at first, Kie excitedly telling JJ that she couldn't hang out at John B’s house one afternoon because she had plans with someone from school. This was the first time the boys heard her talking about having a friend at the academy, so they smiled and told her it wasn't a big deal and they would see her tomorrow. Little did they know that friend was Sarah Cameron.

Kie started cancelling plans more and more, not answering when they would call. Soon she started just not showing up at all.

JJ saw her around town sometimes. She was nearly always with Sarah and her group of friends. He won't lie and say it didn't hurt being thrown to the side. Kie was his best friend and she found a better group of people. It was like their friendship had never existed. The fact that Kie looked happy should've been enough for him, or at least he thought it should have. But the group felt different. Pogue life had nearly always included Kie. Since they were 11, pogue life included Kie. And she was gone, busy being apart of Sarah’s life instead.

A part of JJ wasn't surprised. Everyone left eventually. He figured that out young. His mom left right before he started third grade. His dad, although still here, definitely didn't care about JJ. He might as well have left and probably would've by now if he had anywhere to go. So it was probably only a matter of time before Kie left too. She was a kook after all. He never really understood why she hung around with them. Though he did wish he had better prepared himself for not having her constantly around.

John B and Pope could both tell JJ was taking Kie’s absence harder than any of them. They didn't say anything about it. And as much as it hurt, they didn't say anything about Kie in general. They just kept living their lives. This was probably the natural order of things anyway. Everybody with their own kind. Their first summer without Kie was weird. JJ heard from someone that Kie had gone with the Cameron family up to the Hamptons for vacation for a couple weeks. He saw her when they got back to Outer Banks. She was walking out of a store with Sarah, Topper, and Rafe, Rafe’s arm around Kie’s shoulders like JJ used to do.

It made his blood boil to see that. But she was laughing and, despite having that asshole dangling his arm around her, she looked happy.

Pope saw her while he worked at the annual Midsummer party with his dad. She looked like she was having fun, dancing with Sarah and sneaking drinks so their parents didn't see. She looked happy.

John B saw her while he was working on Ward’s boat. His dad had just officially gone missing and Ward had given him this job as a way to make extra money while it was ‘just him and his uncle.’ And maybe as a way to keep his mind off of his dad. He was finishing up when he saw Sarah climb out of her bedroom window and take a careful seat on her roof, looking out at the water. John B was about to turn away when he saw Kie climb out the window and take a seat next to Sarah. They were just talking, laughing every so often. The same thing Kie used to do with the pogues. Kie laid her head on Sarah’s shoulder, a smile growing on her face. She looked happy.

Kie always looked happy. That gave the boys some slight relief. They had been abandoned but at least Kie was happy, right? One night, less than a month after John B’s dad went missing, John B, JJ, and Pope were sitting in the sand on the beach, a fire glowing in front of them. The sound of a twig cracking under someone’s feet sent all of their heads turning around to see who was intruding on their space. There she was. Kie stood there, a case of beer in her hands. And she didn't look so happy anymore.

“Hey guys,” she said quietly as they all turned to her. “I brought a peace offering.” She held up the case of beer in her hand, knowing that probably wasn't going to be enough.

In the faint light of the fire, JJ could tell Kie’s eyes were puffy and pink. She had been crying. A year ago, that would have been enough to make JJ wrap Kie in his arms and threaten to kill anyone who made her cry. But he couldn't escape the constant reminder in his head that she had left. She had left all of them. She left him. No one said anything. None of the boys knew what to say and Kie was much too nervous to speak. John B was the first one to get up from his spot in the sand and walk over to the brown haired girl. After a beat, he took the beer case from her hands.

“We’ll take the beer,” he said with a grimace. He made his back over to his spot and sat down, effectively ignoring Kie.

“So you can go back to your part of the island now, kook,” JJ spat.

“JJ-” Pope tried to mediate.

“No let him say it, Pope. It’s the truth. She’s not from here,” John B growled, not letting his eyes drift up to Kie. He was understandably hurt. Kie knew she wasn't there for him like she should have been when his dad went missing. She thought about calling when she found out, but she didn't think he would want to talk to her. Turns out she was right.

Kie threw her hands up in the air. “Look I didn't come here and expect to be welcomed back with open arms! I'm not stupid.”

“Then why are you here?” Pope asked, his voice holding much less venom than the other two boys.

“Isn’t it obvious?” JJ scoffed. “Her new little rich friends got tired of her. So she ran back over here with her tail between her legs. You know, Kie, we aren't the backup friends you get to have for when the kooks toss you out!”

“Sarah Cameron? Of all people? Sarah Cameron is who you become friends with? For someone who claims to hate kooks, you were quick to become best friends with their most popular one,” John B pestered on.

“And don't forget Rafe,” JJ added, saying the one name other than Sarah that Kie didn't want to hear ever again. Everyone in the circle was quick to ignore the fact that his words were dripping with jealousy.

Kie expected push back when she was making her way to this side of the island but they were really pulling her through the mud. It just made her feel worse knowing how much she let them down by leaving. It was never her intention to make the pogues feel like she abandoned them, or worse, traded them in for ‘better’ friends. Suddenly, she felt her eyes well up with tears again.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, sniffling back any bigger sobs that threatened to come out. “I didn't have anyone that stupid school. There was no one in my corner-”

“We were in you corner, Kie,” Pope piped up.

“It’s not the same! It’s not the same as going to school every single day and not having anyone talk to you! Everyday. I would walk down the hall and everyone would look at me like I was intruding on their space. They didn't want me there and they were not trying to hide it. And then all of a sudden Sarah fucking Cameron comes up to me and asks me to hang out. No one looked at me like I didn't belong anymore. Sarah Cameron makes you feel important and other people treat you like you’re important when you're with her. I just didn't want to be alone anymore.” Kie’s face was streaming with tears.

JJ had careful eyes on her. He could understand not wanting to be alone. Truth be told, he was terrified of being alone. It’s why he clung to the pogues so much and it was why it hit him so hard when Kie was no longer around. He was one more person closer to being completely alone. But she was back. Kie was in front of him, being honest about why she left and as much as he hated it, he wanted to forgive her.

“But I don't care about being important or feeling important or any of that bullshit. I’m so exhausted of trying to please everybody and I just don't care anymore,” Kie continued. She barely noticed JJ get up from his spot and slowly walk over to her. “I just want to be somewhere with people who know me and love me. I just want to be with you guys.”

JJ cut off her words, wrapping his arms around her. She quickly silenced except for a few rogue sniffles racking through her. Soon Kie’s arms, before crossed over her chest, uncrossed and coiled around the blonde boy in front of her. “It’s ok,” he finally whispered when he felt her crying settle.

“No it’s not! I completely ditched you guys!” she countered, pulling away from his embrace.

“You made a mistake. Family makes mistakes,” JJ smirked back.

A smile finally grew on Kie’s face and she launched herself forward, throwing her arms around JJ’s neck. It felt so good hugging him again. No one hugged like JJ. She missed it. She missed a lot about hanging out with the pogues.

“Kie,” John B’s voice rang out.

Pulling away from their hug, JJ and Kie found John B in front of them. Kie was nervous. Considering what was going on with him, she wasn't sure if he would be as forgiving as JJ was. The much taller boy reached out his hand and Kie looked down to see him holding a beer can from the case she had brought. Looking up, he smiled at her, waiting for her to take the can from his hand. Kie ignored the beer. Just like she had done with JJ, she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him. John B was quick to return the hug, smiling. He had lost too many people already. He wasn't losing Kie too, not again.

“Told you Kie, pogues for life is always going include you,” JJ smiled. Kie wiped the remaining tears from her face and moved one of her arms to pull JJ into the hug.

“Make room for me!” Pope yelled, jumping into the group hug that now engulfed tiny Kie in the middle of the three boys.

She was right back where she belonged. Maybe she didn't feel like the most important person in the world, like she felt when she was friends with Sarah. But this was better. Here she felt loved and she felt safe and cared about. These were people who knew her, really knew her and loved her for it. She would much rather be here with her boys.

#outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks #obx #outer banks netflix #jj x kie #kiara carrera #jj maybank #john b routledge #pope heyward #jiara #the pogues

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undertheinfluencerd · 3 years

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Outer Banks: 10 Best JJ Quotes | ScreenRant

All of the characters in Netflix’s Outer Banks are fun to watch. They get into some of the most unbelievable situations – and find even more unbelievable ways out of them. With all the treasure hunting and running for their lives, however, come some great lines.

RELATED: 5 Reasons Each Season Of Outer Banks Is The Best

Amongst the Pogues, a lot of the great lines are courtesy of JJ Maybank. Whether he’s dropping a funny one-liner, giving an emotional speech, or simply throwing his friends for a loop, JJ certainly has the kind of lines that stick with the audience.

10 “He’s Straight Up Like The Spanish. Just, Bon Voyage.”

JJ doesn’t always make the most sense when trying to make a point to his friends, as is evident in this Outer Banks Season 2 quote from him. It’s said while he’s trying to explain to Kiara, John B, Pope, and Sarah that the Pogues are his family. While it’s clear that they all appreciate what he’s saying, none of them can resist teasing him about not knowing the difference between Spanish and French.

The entire exchange is a great snapshot of the group in the show. They can tease each other for their mistakes, even be genuinely angry with one another, but they’d do anything for each other.

9 “The Pentagon… We Have Security Clearance. I Have A Card.”

After Hurricane Agatha lands in the early episodes of the first season of Outer Banks, JJ and John B stop by Pope’s family’s business to take him out on the water. Unlike the other two boys, Pope’s parents actively engage with him and are trying to get him to help with the damages to the property.

JJ tries to tell Pope’s father that the day after a hurricane is a free day… according to the government, i.e. the Pentagon. Pope’s father, of course, isn’t amused by JJ’s antics, though he fully commits to the bit. It’s the first of many times that it’s clear the Pogues aren’t really great with one another’s parents.

8 “I Love Third-Wheeling. It’s My Favorite Thing.”

While some will argue that a relationship between Pope and Kiara makes no sense, JJ is the one with a front row seat to most of their struggles during the second season. JJ appears supportive of Pope and Kiara, much as he appeared supportive of the potential of Kiara and John B ending up together in the first season. It’s clear, however, that always being the third-wheel to his friends is getting to him a little bit.

John B and Sarah fall for one another very quickly. Pope is pretty well gone on Kiara for most of the episodes. JJ is left to watch the couples around them – for better or worse. He often finds himself on the outside of their discussions looking in, as is the case with this quote when Kiara, Pope, and JJ are trying to get evidence against Ward Cameron.

7 “If I’m The One Mediating, We’ve Hit Rock Bottom.”

JJ might make some incredibly reckless decisions, but he knows that about himself. No one can deny that JJ doesn’t understand exactly who he is. He knows that he’s argumentative and that he often can’t stop himself once he starts down that road.

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So, when Kiara and Pope argue about John B’s safety in the first season of the series, JJ acting as mediator between them is a little surprising. He always takes a side amongst his friends. JJ, however, also understands that both of his friends aren’t truly angry at one another, but the situation they find themselves in, and his crack about mediating is enough to diffuse the situation.

6 “I Can’t Let You Take The Blame For Something I Did. You Have Too Much To Lose.”

If there’s one thing that’s reiterated in the first season of the series, it’s that JJ is the best liar. He knows exactly how to get himself out of trouble – or in the case of this particular line, into it.

One of the best things JJ does in the entire show, and one of the most selfless, is to take the fall for Pope after Pope sinks Topper’s boat. JJ has no illusions about his place in OBX, but he’s well aware that Pope is on track for a prestigious scholarship – and getting out. When Pope is going to be arrested for doing something JJ encouraged him to do to get back at Topper and Rafe, JJ doesn’t let that happen, giving this line to Pope to encourage Pope to say that JJ committed the crime instead. It’s a huge thing for a friend to do, but JJ is one of the most loyal friends there is.

5 “Ain’t All That Bad… That’s Just One Man’s Opinion Though.”

Out of context, this particular line doesn’t exactly have the same punch of some of JJ’s other quotes. It does comment on the central conflict of the Pogues versus the Kooks, though, as well as his never-ending support of the people he cares about.

Kiara is, technically, a Kook. She’s adopted the Pogue lifestyle, and in the second season, it starts to catch up with her as she’s constantly at odds with her parents. Her mother threatens to send her to boarding school because of who she’s becoming. JJ comforts Kiara with this line, that Kiara being a Pogue isn’t the worst thing in the world, and while he says it as though he’s speaking for Pope, he’s clearly voicing his own opinion about her.

4 “I Know For A Fact That All I Got Is Your Guys, Okay? You’re It.”

The family a character is born into compared to the family they’ve made in the Pogues is a running theme in both seasons. In the second season, JJ is finally able to cut ties with his abusive father because he helps his father run from the police on a boat, not unlike what he did for John B in the first season.

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As JJ watches his friends squabble in the marsh right after Kiara helps him see his dad off for good, JJ makes it clear that this group of people is the only family he really has. Sure, JJ has cousins he can ask for a hand once in a while, but the people he loves and trusts are the Pogues. That’s true for all five of the characters as they make their way through Outer Banks.

3 “Oh, Now She Wants The Gun.”

In the second season, JJ and Kiara end up paired up for a lot of the adrenaline-fueled sequences. Part of that is a result of John B and Sarah being separated from the rest of the Pogues quite a bit. Part of that is also the result of Kiara’s strained relationship with Pope. As much as JJ and Kiara are on the same side, however, they also bicker quite a bit.

One of the chief arguments they have is over JJ’s possession of a stolen gun. While JJ is not as quick to jump to violence as Rafe Cameron, that doesn’t mean he won’t use the gun, something Kiara doesn’t approve of until the second season when the group is targeted yet again. As Kiara asks JJ where the gun is, he’s both annoyed and surprised that she’s willing to use it as soon as he’s had to hide it to protect the group.

2 “So, I Busted The Wrong Guy Out Of Jail, Sue Me.”

When it comes to making plans, JJ isn’t exactly the smartest of the Pogues. His plans aren’t always the most thought out, and that’s never more clear than his convoluted idea that involves using an ambulance to break John B out of jail in Season 2.

When it doesn’t work, and a different inmate is released into the care of the paramedic JJ is pretending to be, he has to text Kiara for help. She and Pope save him just in time. Despite the desperate nature of the situation, he still has time for this quip.

1 “Stupid Things Have Good Outcomes All The Time.”

This is one of JJ’s only lines that makes an appearance in both seasons of the show. It’s an acknowledgment that he and his friends make, in their own words, incredibly stupid decisions. It’s also an acknowledgment that the choice to do that isn’t always bad.

After all, their bad decisions lead them on two different treasure hunts and allow Sarah and Kiara to become friends again. They also save one another’s lives multiple times.

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Two Burning Hearts Are Dared to Break (JJ x Original Character) Ch. 2

After a night of comforting JJ, Elle wakes to him gone with no explanation. The Pogues meetup to discuss what they’re going to say in their police interrogations. Elle hatches a plan to get them out of trouble.

Picks up after 1x10.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of child abuse/bruises from child abuse, grief, death of a loved one, talk of juvie/police interrogation

A/N: The Pogues don’t know that Rafe killed the Sheriff in this fic. Also does anyone know if the Pogues actually found out about Rafe killing her?? I don't remember seeing John B or Sarah tell them - only Topper. Anywhoo, this picks up directly after Chapter 1.

A fight/angst scene between JJ and Elle coming in the next few chapters.

Word count: 1,979

feedback/comments/likes/reblogs really appreciated

---- A dull, insistent buzzing woke Elle, rolling onto her side to grab her phone from her bedside table. Incoming call: Kie kie.

Still half asleep, Elle answered groggily, her head still resting on her pillow “Hello?”.

“Hey babe...uh.. how are you?”, Kie asked cautiously.

Elle sighed, the reality of their situation slapping in her in the face. The storm. John B. Sarah. JJ. Looking to her left, her bed was empty, the blonde haired boy missing.

“Alright as I can be I guess. How are you, did you manage to get any sleep?” Elle questioned, knowing that Kiara’s brain constantly working in overdrive wouldn’t have allowed her the rest she needed. The rest they all needed.

“Uhm, I got a few hours in. Oh, do you know where JJ is? Pope messaged me saying we should meet at the chateau before the questioning to sort out our stories, but he couldn’t grab a hold of JJ”. Elle sat up her, her head feeling as though it was throbbing. She looked around her room, searching for any sign that JJ was still around. Whether it was from the two hours sleep she’d gotten after she’d spent the night holding JJ, whispering words of affirmation whilst he attempted to calm down, or from the idea of having to face the police after the major shit show that had occurred over the past few days.

“Yeah J spent the night with me, but”, moving from her bed and down the stairs, she checked each room she passed to see whether he had snuck off during the night or had woken up and left her so not to disturb her, “It looks like he’s gone”. Now in the kitchen there was no sign of JJ. No plates or pans left over from a possible breakfast, no sound coming from the TV, Elle thinks if he was still here the TV would definitely be on. JJ had always preferred some kind of sound on to distract him when he’d been feeling any other than his usual self.

“Oh ok.” Kie paused, racking her brain to come up with their next steps. “I’ll check by all our usual places and meet at the Chateau in 20?”.

“Yeah, sounds good. See you then”, Elle didn’t waste any time, heading back to her room to get ready for the, probably disastrous, day ahead of her.

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The drive to the Chateau felt excruciatingly long. Jumbled thoughts ran round and round in Elle’s head, trying to conjure up a plan that would decriminalise John B and get Ward the retribution he needed.

Pulling in, a wave of emotion rushed over her. Her heart sinking into her stomach, their place of sanctuary, that held every memory that the Pogues had together, was now empty of life and cold.

Pope enveloped Elle in a tight hug as soon as he saw her in the doorway. Placing his face in her shoulder and squeezing slightly before letting go.

Wordlessly, they moved over to the couch on the porch, taking a seat. Elle broke the silence first “Is Kie here yet?”.

A flicker of pain crossed Pope’s features, looking towards the water, “Nah, she’s still looking for JJ”. Silence followed, guilt crawling its way into Elle’s thoughts. She had one job. To make sure JJ was okay. And she couldn’t even do that. “Right...” she answered, looking out to the water, bringing her bottom lip into her mouth out of habit.

“Where would he even take off too? I thought he stayed with you last night?” he questioned. Elle studied his face, trying to decipher if he was mad. But there was no accusation or underlying frustration in his tone.

Elle nodded, “He came back to mine after the, uh.. the storm. Woke up to Kie’s phone call and he was gone”. Pope picked up on the sadness that was laced in her answer, wondering if there was more to the story than she led on.

As if on cue, Kie’s four wheel drive turned into the driveway. Elle’s eyes not leaving the car, waiting to see if she had found him.

Begrudgingly, JJ exited the passenger side. Wearing a clean white t-shirt that clung to his toned body, his usual style of shorts and boots adorning the lower half of his body, his trusty red hat pulling his hair out of his face. He must’ve gone home and changed. Elle felt herself release a breath of relief at the sight of him, simultaneously cringing at the thought of him leaving her this morning to return to that house, instinctively searching his body for any visible signs of new marks or bruises.

Stepping up onto the porch, Kie and Elle embraced in a hug, a rare moment of affection between the girls. Usually they showed their love for eachother through words and actions, but at this moment Elle didn’t know if there were any words left.

JJ walked straight past the pair, nodding at Pope in acknowledgement and plopping himself down in the chair to the left of the couch. Taking a puff from his jule and blowing out while keeping his eyes on the backyard.

Kie took Elle’s seat next to Pope, Elle choosing to stand against the railing of the fence. Glancing at JJ, she studied him, waiting for him to turn and acknowledge her. She felt a strong pang of hurt when he made an obvious effort to keep his eyes on anything but her, his jaw clenching and releasing a breath of smoke.

The tension went unnoticed by the others as Pope spoke up “We need to get our story straight before we get dragged into questioning. They’re gonna want to know everything, and I don’t know about you guys, but I really don’t want to go to jail for being an accessory to crimes, for stealing, for trespassing or for any other illegal shit we did. I can’t.”

“Why can’t you, it’s not like you’re getting that stupid scholarship anyway”, JJ responded. An air of arrogance and disregard around him.

Pope scoffed in disbelief, “Yo that scholarship was the only thing that was going to get me out of this fucking place! And I lost it, for the gold that we didn’t even get. I didn’t lose that scholarship for me, I lost that scholarship for us!”

“Pope” Kie tried to mediate.

“No, Kie. Just because I lost the scholarship doesn’t mean I’m happy to spend the rest of my life rotting away in a cell.” Pope responded, looking between his friends.

Silence filled the group.

“You’re right Pope.” Elle interjected.

Pope abruptly turned his head to her. “What?”

“You’re right. You have so much potential. You actually can get out of this place. You’ve got too much to lose. You shouldn’t have to take the blame for this.”

Pope and Kie shared a look of confusion, JJ still maintaining his avoidance of his friends looks.

Kie, tied her hair up, the North Carolina heat getting to her “What do you propose then E?”

Elle looked at each of her friends, organising her thoughts. Did she want to go through with this? Was this going to come back to bite her in the ass? Definitely. Was she willing to go through with this to save the only friends she had left? Of course. “I’ll take the blame”.

“What, are you serious?”

“No, you’re not doing that!”

JJ was the only one not to speak out. His gaze finally shifting from the horizon to look at her. She searched his face. For anything. Any kind of emotion, but found nothing.

“I’ll take all the blame. Look, if we admitted that we all had a part in this, then we’ll get in the shit. It’ll be put on record, and even though we’re minors, this county isn’t going to just forget it. We’ll probably get tried as adults, where they can really charge us for the things we’ve done”.

“E, stop.”

“No Kie, listen”

“If Pope admits to it, his future is gone. It’s hard enough to get into a college when you’re from the Cut, not to mention a criminal from the Cut.” Pope nodded, agreeing with her points, but his face held a look of slight concern.

“Same with JJ. And after already being arrested so recently, he’s sure to get thrown straight into juvie. And if not, he has to return home.” Elle’s tone showed that returning home might be just as bad as juvie, if not worse.

JJ rose from his seat, pointing a finger at her, “Don’t Elle. Don’t bring my Dad into this” maintaining eye contact. “We got ourselves into this shit, for someone who’s dead, why should we pay for it at all? They killed him and Sarah. Not us. I say we don’t speak at all. Pull that ‘5th amendment or I’m waiting for my lawyer shit’ that they do in movies”.

Everyone felt the blow of him speaking about John B and Sarah like that. But Elle considered his idea. It wasn’t horrible. If none of them spoke, what would they do? What could they do? But surely, knowing Shoupe and the way they relentlessly chased John B down, there was no way they were gonna let Peterkin’s murder fly under the radar.

“That’s not going to work JJ. They’re going to keep pressing and pressing until one of us cracks. Why not beat them to it?” Elle responded.

“Wait, why can’t we just blame John B and Sarah?” JJ asked, oblivious to how inconsiderate a question like that was right now.

Kie shot back immediately, “For killing the Sheriff? Because they didn’t do it you asshole!”.

JJ rolled his eyes, his ignorance clear in his words, “No not for that, just for everything else, they’re already dead, what’s the har-” he asked with a shrug. It wasn’t what he was suggesting, it was how he was talking about them.

Kie cut him off “Stop saying that they’re dead, you don’t know that JJ!”

JJ shook his head in disbelief, “I do know it. And so do all of you. You’re kidding yourselves if you think they could’ve survived that fucking storm. Don’t be so gullible, they’re never coming back!”.

Raising his voice, Pope shouted, “Enough!” cutting off the conversation.

A deeper sombre mood fell over the group. No one knowing what to say or what to address. The conversation had led to the truth that none of them wanted to acknowledge.

Ignoring the outburst, Elle continued, “Kie, if you admit it, you’re going to be in deep shit too. Except you have Kook privilege and will still probably be able to get into college, or go overseas to build homes and schools in third world countries. And that’s the same for me. My Dad’s probably already hired some fancy hot-shot lawyer and hopefully we’ll get off with a slap on the wrist. As long as they know we had nothing to do with Peterkin, and we tell the truth about Ward, we’ll be fine”.

“Yeah, sure, we’ll be fine” JJ sarcastically laughed, sitting back down on the chair. But instead he kept his eyes on Elle, making her shift with nerves.

Focusing on Pope and Kie, Elle quirked an eyebrow, silently questioning if they agreed with her idea. Looking at each other, a silent conversation was had.

“Ok, I’m in. But my parents are going to ground me for life when they have to pick me up from juvie”, Kie stood, walking up to the railing beside her and taking a deep breath.

Elle turned to the boys, waiting for their disapproval. JJ took another puff of his jule, blowing the smoke out and avoiding the group. Pope sighed, knowing that this was the best option they had right now. “Alright, talk us through the plan then, Mrs 007”.

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you-can-call-me-wanda · 4 years

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Can’t Keep My Eyes Off Of You

Pairing: Joe Strummer x Reader (Requested)

Author’s Note: This one gets a bit heated?? Not really, just some heavy kissing. I was imaging the reader as male (as requested) as I wrote this but as were usual with me no pronouns came up. I guess I just have gotten into the habit of not needing to use them.

“Alright, let’s run that again.”

Everyone in the room collectively sighed at Mick’s words.

“Mick, can’t we take a break man? We’ve been at it for hours,” Paul complained.

“Well, maybe if you figure out what you were supposed to be playing, we could be done right now,” Mick spat back sassily.

You internally groaned, knowing an argument was about to start between the two. An argument that was sure to lead to nowhere.

Before, anyone could get more heated, you interjected. “Hey,” you said. “You guys have been working really hard today. Maybe, you should take ten minutes and try again when you guys are less, um, agitated.”

Mediating band arguments wasn’t necessarily your strong suit, but you figured it was worth a shot. Thankfully, all the members of the Clash seemed to agree with your suggestion and they quickly set down their instruments and stood up to stretch.

Your boyfriend, Joe, made his way over to you. Reaching out a hand, he helped you up off the couch you were seated on. You had joined him in the studio while he and his band mates tried to record the next song for the album. It was unfortunately taking a bit longer than they had wanted it too. Topper and Joe seemed to have their parts down, but Mick and Paul still needed some time to figure out who was playing what notes and when.

“Sorry this is taking so long,” Joe said as you got to your feet.

“It’s fine,” you said. “I like getting to see you play.” It was true, you loved being able to just relax on the sofa and watch Joe do his thing, singing and playing guitar. Joe seemed to like the attention you were giving him too. He was constantly looking back at you, either sending you smiles or looking away bashfully when you caught him staring at you.

“Let’s get out of here,” Joe said, beginning to lead you out the door of the small studio.

“Okay,” you said, assuming that Joe just wanted to have a smoke break outside, maybe get some fresh air.

But as the two of you left the building, Joe kept walking down the sidewalk for a bit before turning into the alley nearby.

“Joe, where are we going?” you asked, following him down the alley right next to the studio. “Why are we going down here?”

“(Y/N), just trust me,” he responded, guiding you farther back and further away from the view of the street.

He stopped so suddenly that you almost ran into him. You looked around. There was nothing down the alley except for some concrete steps, a couple of garbage cans, and some discarded cardboard boxes.

“Joe, what the hell did we have to come down here for?

Joe didn’t answer your question though. Instead he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you up against the wall. His mouth was on yours in a matter of milliseconds and kissing you with fervor. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you as you felt Joe’s tongue slide across your bottom lip. The kiss was dizzying, and your heart felt on the verge of beating out of your chest.

“Not that I’m complaining,” you said, breaking away from the kiss, “but where is this all coming from?” You smiled at the sight of Joe standing so close to you, face only inches from yours and with pink, kiss-swollen lips.

Joe leaned forward to be impossibly closer and held your face gently in his hands, his thumbs slowly caressing your cheeks. “God, you don’t even know,” he whispered, breath ghosting over your skin and sending a shiver down your spine.

“Know what?” you murmured, eyes gazing down his face and back to his lips.

“How fucking gorgeous you are. I can’t keep my eyes off of you whenever you’re around,” he practically growled before surging forward again and smashing his lips onto yours.

You once again melted into the kiss. Joe’s hands left your face and travelled down your body, tickling against your sides, before resting firmly at your hips. You gasped as he pulled your hips into his and Joe took the opportunity to unceremoniously shove his tongue into your open mouth. Joe’s mouth tasted like stale cigarettes and you simply couldn’t get enough. Your hands found their way to his hair, where they tangled into and pulled at Joe’s brown locks, eliciting all sorts of lovely noises from him. Despite the cold and damp cement wall you were pressed against, you felt like you were burning up. Everything inside of you felt like it was on fire and your mind was only capable of thinking ‘Joe, Joe, Joe’.

“Fuck,” you gasped out, pulling away from Joe for a breath of air. “Jesus, Joe.” You couldn’t really phrase all that you were feeling more eloquently than that.

Joe chuckled and pressed a quick peck to your forehead. “I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he admitted with a grin.

You opened your mouth to respond but never got the chance because, at that moment, the two of you were interrupted by a voice calling out to you from the opening of the alleyway.

“Oi, lovebirds!”

Mick stood there, tapping his foot impatiently and glaring at you and Joe. “I’m sorry to interrupt but we have a bloody album to record in case you’ve forgotten.”

Joe ducked his head and sighed whilst you just giggled at being caught making out with Joe.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Joe grumbled, sending a threatening look Mick’s way.

Mick continued to stand there with his arms crossed in front of him for another moment before finally turning on his heel and marching back into the studio.

You turned back to Joe after watching Mick disappear around the corner. Your boyfriend was now pouting and looking like a dejected puppy.

“Aw, baby,” you cooed, ruffling his already mussed-up hair. “It’ll be alright. You’re almost done for the days anyways.”

Joe continued to frown. “But it’s still gonna be an hour or so at least,” he whined, “and I want to stay here with you and snog some more.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling at your boyfriend’s complaining. “How about,” you said, dropping your voice an octave and trailing a finger down Joe’s chest softly and slowly, “we make a deal.”

Joe gulped and nodded his head. “Okay,” he breathed out, watching intensely as you suddenly took the lead.

You smirked and ran your finger even further down Joe’s torso, stopping when it hit the waistline of his trousers. “If you can finish recording this song,” you whispered, slowly bringing your fingers up under the bottom of his shirt, “then we can finish this later at my place, okay?” Both of your hands were now exploring the soft skin of his stomach with gentle touches and you could feel goosebumps forming on Joe’s skin.

Joe’s breath hitched as one of your hands traced along his navel. “You’re killing me (Y/N),” he groaned.

You laughed and pulled your hands away. “Do we have a deal?”

Joe’s pout deepened at the complete loss of contact. “Fine.”

“Then let’s go,” you said, grabbing his hand and beginning to lead him down the alley and back to the studio. “I wanna get home as soon as possible.”

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thatsystemerror · 4 years

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the best quotes from Outer Banks (pt.2)

*spoilers ahead, i guess?*

pt.1 - The Best Things About OUTER BANKS

Author’s Note: I usually do “the best things about...” posts with quotes included, but there was so much to this show, I had to make two seperate ones. Pretty sure these are funny in and out of context, although if you do know who said what and when, you get a cookie at the end!

“you don’t see rich kids going to foster care, do you?”

“virgos are like super organized”

“not much of a hugger man”

“2 minutes and 43 seconds ago”

“you’re gonna hold it for each other?”

“you’re officially her bitch”

“you have a death compass”

“seen it in a movie a couple of times”

“nevermind, just forget about 3″

“kids are getting weirder every year”

“mold is good for you” (spoiler: no, it’s not)

“it’s a tape recorder, dumbass”

“what does a socialist do when she’s rich?”

“you screw with me, it’s not just me that you’re screwing” (I mean, I know what he meant, kinda, but wtf is that sentence?!)

“rich folks don’t wanna wait for you -aw JJ, thank you- sons of a bitch”

“goodnight, bird” “goodnight, bird shit”

“hey, look man a snow leopard”

“stay in school” *runs from police*

“did you just yeet over that chain” (the writers really did a deep dive into teen slang during their research, didn’t they?)

“suck it up, buttercup”

“so don’t bleed”

“excuse you” (correct answer to anyone calling you a slut)

“I got this, these are my people” (spoiler: no, he doesn’t)

“what is the hottest you’ve ever been?” “right now”

“wanna play truth?”

“I’ll sugar mommy you”

“lavender or plum?”

*nods approvingly* “no”

“you have a way with words, Vlad”

“this feels better than what I imagine a blowjob would feel like”

“I’m on a treasure hunt” *giggling*

“get a room” *middle finger*

“you’re like a little rock in my shoe”

“I look like a bourgeois pig”

“ever seen this many Kooks in one place?” “yeah, last year”

“she’s definitely gonna poke somebody’s eye out with that”

“no, you can’t read it” “who’s Vlad?” “don’t you ever listen?”

“thanks for being a teamplayer, bro”

“unexpected PDA there, Dr. Spock” (it’s mister, as any fan would know, but I’ll let it slide cuz that scene was cute)

“wow, cute outfit”

“you Powerpuff Girls have fun”

“I’d like to voice my scepticism”

“fire, fire! you’re near the fire!”

“do you want us to answer that or...”

“who is this mystery history buff?”

“don’t call your sister a bitch, man”

“you’re gonna take care of that buisness sooo well”

“does the room come with a sweater vest or do you have to buy one of those on your own?”

“shittiest secret message ever”

“skeeter”

“you’re the worst liar I’ve ever met”

“when are you not uncomfortable?” “idk, I got here on the back of JJ’s motorcycle pretty comfortably” “it’s true, most relaxed I’ve ever seen him”

“that’s cute, guys”

“you handled that beautifully”

“you two shitheads are gonna help me out”

“you know what that means, you have to pee on me”

“also, I’m sorry I called the cops”

“let’s throw a rock at it”

“literally anything but that”

“I’ll be so safe” *bromance intensifies*

“why are we always getting shot at?!”

“I think I’d know if I was shot, right?”

“you’re not the one who has to pawn this piece of shit off”

“I took a welding class”

“I ain’t got much mind left to blow, son, have at it”

“see you later, sweetheart”

“lastet a total of 25 seconds”

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now”

“is she alive?” “no” “okay” (somebody get this family a therapist ASAP!!)

“nothing’s gonna happen to Rafe” “eXcUSe mE?!”

“if I’m the one mediating, we’ve hit rock bottom”

“mama’s mad”

“you’re waisted” (that should be the new “I know” to answer when somebody says “I love you”)

*looks at rubber duck* “same”

“it’s Topper” “oh boy”

“maybe don’t use the F-word”

“I got your guy trapped in my laundry room”

“sorry sir, she kneed me” (still fucking hilarious)

“what you do, Country Club, been late for tea time?”

*defeated sigh* “...in the county sheriff’s vehicle”

“you were just gonna leave without saying goodbye?”

“Squeeze it!” “I’m squeezing it!”

“alright, we done with the circle jerk?”

check out pt.1 - The Best Things About OUTER BANKS

As promised, for all the OBX quote masters: 🍪

and anyone who isn’t... *slaps hand*

@thatsystemerror

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archieism · 4 years

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I fully agree with you, I think he is prone to violence because that’s what he’s always known when it is him that will take the blows. Like, he is so quick to get into fights because I figure he thinks that what really is one more fight (that’s why when Pope asks him at midsummers he’s all “nothing that hasn’t happened before”). However he’s quick to mediate between Pope and Kie and when she and John B hit each other at Mrs. Crain’s basement he’s all like “guys let’s not hit each other” (+)

(+) I think he has no problem resulting to violence himself because that’s probably all he’s ever learnt being around his father and because that’s probably the only response mechanism he has. Also I think the hot tub scene kinda reflects that fear he has of inevitably mirroring his father because he tried to do the right thing but as soon as things didn’t go his way he ended it himself buying the hot tub. What I get from that scene is that he’s ashamed/scare of not having control of his actions

oh damn yeah, i hadn’t thought about it like that before. i kinda just saw it as his more general breaking point, but i love that take and it’s kind of obvious in hindsight. like he tries to scrabble and make it about getting his friends (family 🥺) nice things, which i mean, yeah, he’d 100% do that, but he also knows he wasted an opportunity to get rid of a debt and basically pissed off a drug dealer for no reason since his motivation for stealing from him wasn’t even fulfilled.

i mean, i’m sure it is a general breaking point as well (they all need to have a mental breakdown; we got jb, jj, & pope; it’s kiara’s turn let her break shit and yell a little and then get a hug), but it probably felt pretty fucking scary to be sitting by himself in a hot tub he bought with money that could’ve gotten him out of hot water (that pun was entirely unintentional lmao) with his dad and topper’s family while his friends stare at him with both pity and disapproval until they see his bruises, and then that reveal probably feels just as scary too, because his life is kinda just spiraling with his dad as the focal point, whether it be what he does to jj, or fucking things up in a way that reminds jj of the worst person in his life.

#anonymous #answered #damn it's sad hours again #fuck #i'm so sad about all these kids and their shitty families #like some of them are WAY less shitty than others #like kiara & pope's don't seem horrible but i think it's telling that they feel more of a familial connection with their group of friends #than at home #like none of them feel connected or supported either emotionally or physically by their families and they turn to each other for it #:(#i live for found family stuff but it also kills me #i am sad #outer banks #jj maybank

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can i get the ‘who r u in obx’ please? im 5’4, and im definitely the mom friend but im down for whatever. im super loyal and a lil overprotective of my loved ones. im not afraid to stand up for myself and i tell it like it is. i like to think im pretty funny😌 im v competitive and i love sports, i play softball and volleyball. i love making playlists and finding new music. i listen to anything :) some of my favs are: cooking, the beach, and the fall season! thanks and congrats bb🥳✨

send in your names + physical description, hobbies, interests, and characters traits, sexuality, and i’ll send you where you belong on the OBX:

Kook or Pogue: Pogue

who you’d be best friends with: Kie! you guys would bond over music and also being the overprotective mom friends of the boys

who you’d be dating: JJ. People could often find you guys playing volleyball on the beach or hiking together in the fall!

who you wouldn’t get along with: Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. must i say more?

your unlikely friend: sarah! when john b brought her around, your overprotective side had kicked in for a second, but while kie dropped her mom act because of her dislike of sarah, you tried to mediate the situation yourself.

if you go to Kook Academy or Kildare County High: kildare!

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DBH - The 12 Pains of Christmas

Summary: The typical seasonal hassles cause a few issues for Leo and Co. as he helps the four leaders of Jericho prepare for a Christmas party Carl is hosting. Somehow it all works out in the end.

[The 12 Pains of Christmas will forever be my favourite parody song, and it perfectly describes the nuances of the jolliest holiday. What better way to have some fun but to torment a few of my favorite characters,plus a few OCs? Merry Christmas everyone]

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[[MORE]]

It was supposed to be everyone's first proper Christmas together, after androids had finally acquired their freedom and rights as an intelligent and civilized species.

By all means it should be the highlight of their arduous year that had been full of tormenting perils and hours upon hours of slaving away behind a desk, agoning over paperwork and conferences. The key words here being 'It Should Be'.

Carl had good intentions inviting all of them to spend the holidays together to celebrate, and Leo knew his father had everyone's good interests in mind with all the hassle he went through to reach out and extend his gracious hospitality (with some mixed results due to a few political disagreements he had with his family)… The problem wasn't even the idea of a party. It was the goddamn holiday season itself…

Christmas, as it turned out, had a way of getting people to act up in the worst way possible. It was just one of those holidays that really made it easier to be a dick to people, which was a little ironic considering it was supposed to be the holly jolly, merry little season of gift giving and family bonding times.

Which was why he currently found himself trying to mediate an argument between two frustrated androids, over the best option of Christmas tree available. How freaking 'joyous', ending up as Markus's and Simon's seasonal middleman...

"Think of all the harm that plastic tree will cause once we have to get rid of it!" Markus crossed his arms and glared daggers at the offending faux pine Simon was currently hugging closely to himself. The blond looked positively ridiculous holding on to the largest plastic tree he could find, while also looking incredibly offended at the RK200's opinion on his choice.

"I'm not just going to toss it after the holidays! We can reuse it next year, and the year after that!" Simon cried out, indignated with such an idea as throwing out a perfectly good hunk of plastic bristles. "Besides, I'd rather decorate a physical tree instead of a holographic display!"

"There's no space in the attic for that tissled abomination, and a holo tree would be more efficient and easier to put away afterwards!" Markus defended, holding the compact machine as if it were the most precious thing on this side of Earth. "And we can customize the ornaments to our own taste!"

"I'd rather die than give up tradition! We're not leaving Carl's ornaments to rot in a box!" The PL600 was furious at such blasphemous insinuations.

Leo merely rolled his eyes and sighed. This had been going on for a while now and he doubted it'd be over anytime soon. The two were too stubborn to give up.

The brunet turned his back to them before taking his phone out of his pocket when he felt it vibrate.

Looking at the screen, he saw that it was Josh who was calling, likely to see what was taking so long. Hopefully things were less stressful on his end.

"Ok, you two assholes fight some more about the tree while I go get this and end up being more productive..." He moved towards the store door, nodding politely at the poor android watching helplessly from the counter.

Neither Markus nor Simon seemed to have noticed his departure. Not that he cared much. They shouldn't be his problem in the first place.

Once outside (and blissfully alone), Leo picked up the call.

"Hey Josh. You done with the lights?" The human greeted as he leaned against the closest street lamp. The bitter cold was biting at his fingers uncomfortably so he put his free hand in his pocket and hoped the wind wouldn't pick up too much. Winter in Detroit was not very pleasant at times, and downright sucky if you forgot your damn gloves like he had.

"Not yet. Miles and Matthew just helped me pick up the last box from the attic. We're trying to decide how we're going to decorate outside." Leo could hear humming from Josh's end, likely Miles as he looked through the boxes at all the soon to be shiny lights. "You guys picked a tree yet?"

"Markus and Simon are arguing over what type to get, so nope." Leo glanced back at the shop window. Yep still going at it. The shop android looked miserable as they watched the spectacle.

"Really? It's been an hour…"

"Well, this is just one of the mystical twelve pains of Christmas." Leo shrugged dismissively. "The first one is always finding a tree..."

"Twelve pains of Christmas?" Josh sounded a little confused, before Miles cheerfully told him it was a song.

"Yep, parody song. Ancient but pretty good." Leo smiled, glancing back at the store occasionally to make sure everything was still under control. "Dad has it, on like, a playlist. That and a few others, but that's definitely my favourite one."

"Well, if finding the tree is the first pain, what's the second one then?" Josh asked out of curiosity. Leo could hear boxes being shuffled about. Josh was likely opening them up as well.

"Rigging up the lights, of course!" Leo smirked, being able to almost see the realization on the lecturer's face when he was met with brief silence.

"Is that why you asked to go with Simon and Markus when Carl asked you to help out with the Christmas lights?" Yep, he definitely had that pouty expression he bore whenever Josh felt like he'd been tricked.

"Look dude, I haven't had to deal with tangled headphones since I was a kid. There's no way in hell I'm dealing with tangled lights."

"Yet you're willing to deal with being the middleman in an argument over which decorative tree is the best?" Josh sounded pretty incredulous at Leo's choice for avoiding the task. Honestly it was a sacrifice he was willing to make if it meant escaping knotted cable hell.

"Yes when both parties involved don't ask for an opinion. They're both so stubborn even the cashier looks like they wished they had the Hanukkah shift instead." Leo's gaze returned to the store where Simon and Markus had now acquired a bit of an audience.

It was probably about time he broke them up properly and bought a tree himself. "God, wherever Markus goes he just has to stick out like a sore thumb…"

There was a startled shriek on the other side of the line, which startled Leo enough to lose focus on the storefront and the growing crowd.

"Oh damn...Hold that thought Leo, Miles got his arm tangled up in some of the lights. I need to go help him out." Josh changed the topic, clearly distracted with whatever shenanigans the prototype android had gotten to in the background "Just, try to get them to compromise and get all of you and the tree back before 18:00 pm."

"Aye-aye captain. You go rescue Miles from the decorations."

The call came to an end with a monotone click and Leo crept back inside, skirting around the argument and heading for the isles.

If Markus wanted something more environment friendly, and Simon wanted tradition, he was going to give them both plus a good hearty laught out of it…

He was good at compromising and being petty while doing it.

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The car ride to Val's and Artyum's apartment was spent in silent fury, annoyed bafflement, and a great big grin upon Leo's face.

From the back seat Markus sighed. The look of defeat partly the reason behind Leo's contented shit-eating grin. He loved winning against his younger brother even if just in the littlest things. It felt more rewarding to be occasionally right.

"I'm all for biodegradable options Leo...And really I should have gone for that instead of the holotree if we wanted everyone to be happy but…" Markus peered out the window at the "leaves" that were hitting the window, annoyance that was steadily growing into irritation. "...Why the hell did you buy a palm tree?!"

"Because you're both assholes for taking up so much time arguing over a stupid tree, and because dad's probably gonna piss himself laughing when he sees it." Leo leaned back in the driver's seat, letting the autonomous car crawl at a snail's pace in the crowded snowy road. The rearview mirror showed the expressions of the people in other cars. All looking more shocked and amused at the fake palm tree carefully pinned to the roof of the car for easy and safe transport.

They seemed somewhat appreciative of Leo's sense of humor, so the brunet didn't feel particularly inclined to yell at them to mind their own business in a few more colorful words.

Probably for the best as they all waited in traffic, since the snow sweepers clearing out the piled up snow in front of them was likely to take a while...

"Couldn't you have at least picked a less stupid looking tree?" Simon bitterly glanced at the back windows. The pout on his face made it look like the faux greenery alone was an offense to him and all that he stood for. "We can't exactly decorate a palm tree like we would a pine tree…"

"Why the hell not? It's big enough to fit all the crud my dad saved over the years." Leo asked as he glanced over at his right to look at the blond. "The top is nice and smooth so the tree topper won't just fall off, and we could even wrap a ton of the lights around the trunk since it's nice and long. We'd still have enough to light up the fence walls."

"So basically you want to string up a palm tree in festive ornaments and bright lights, like a sideroad bar you see in concert festivals…?" Simon didn't seem all too pleased with this idea. The way he made it sound was definitely less cool than a festival sideroad bar.

"Would you rather I hadn't bothered picking a tree at all? Next year we'll just decorate the fucking giraffe then…" Leo decided that on Christmas everyone was a damn critic.

No matter, as soon as the road cleared out the three didn't take long to reach the apartment complex where both of the brunet's friends lived.

They were already outside waiting, with Artyum carrying a large bag and a ton of wrapped presents that the two had likely spent the day making nice and pretty. The group quickly noticed that Val looked to be slughtly under the weather (if the look of pure hatred on her face was anything to go by).

"What's up Sourface?" Leo grinned as he rolled down the window.

"Fuck off Manfred, my head's killing me and I fucking hate how bright it is out here." The younger Latina growled irritably as she hurriedly climbed into the back seat next to Markus with Artyum following close behind after putting the gifts in the trunk, the bag remaining in his possession.

"Do not bother with her today. She has massive hangover from "sampling" some of drinks I bought yesterday." The Russian informed the trio while putting on his seatbelt. "None which survived for party."

"Getting shit-faced alone on Christmas Eve? That's a new low for you, Val." Leo snorted. "What's with the bag?"

"Postcards. For family." Artyum shrugged "That is something I forgot to ask. Can we stop quickly by mail place so I can send them?"

"You send your family postcards? Really?" Leo raised an eyebrow. "We're in the 2030s Art. You could just...I donno… call them?"

"Or send an email." Markus added.

"It is family tradition!" Artyum sounded genuinely appalled.

"Finally someone who understands!" Simon smiled at the larger man, appreciative of his devotion to some of the older ways. Christmas just wasn't Christmas without a physical tree, caroling, cards and eggnog. Why couldn't more people get that?

"Artyum has a massive family tho, those are going to be some expensive post office bills…"

"I'll manage. Worst was writing damn things in first place. I find that English has been coming to mind more often...Puns are hard to resist but also hard for non-english speakers to appreciate…" the Russian sighed sadly at the loss of opportunity to employ his acquired skills at weaving words into funny sentences.

"Oh my god can we just go? I need a fucking aspirin!" Val whined, pulling her scarf over her face to escape the assault on her sensitive senses. Snow blindness was not something she wanted to be submitted to.

"Fuck, this really is like the damn song… can't wait for number five on the list of how crap this holiday is." Leo groaned.

"You're looking forward to five months of consecutive bills?" Markus snorted "You're unemployed."

"You know what I meant… Dad fucking loves that song and I know you played it every year for him since Kamski sent you to care for him." The human shot Markus a dirty look.

"I personally prefer 'Wreck the Halls'. It's got more of a beat." The RK200 grinned.

"Fuck off."

Once everyone settled, off they drove to the post office. Now that there weren't any snow sweepers slowing down traffic the ride went more smoothly. Until a massive line ruined the mood considerably.

"Ok yeah I can see the parallels of our current situation with the song..." Markus gave them all a long-suffering groan as the group ended up in said massive line at the post office, behind a couple who was currently arguing over their impending meet up with their in-laws for dinner.

"Told you. That song speaks of the essence of this shitshow of a holiday. It's just a hassle all around if you take off the pink-tinted shades."

"That's not how that saying goes, but yes." Simon checked his internal clock. Josh was going to be upset if they came in too late. "Christmas is a very hectic time of year, and a little overrated. I rarely got to celebrate it, and most of what I know are pleasant stories of functional families actually sharing the good little moments…"

"Is that why you're so enamored with the traditional aspect?" Markus questioned, which the blond merely nodded along to.

Enough said of that then. The story behind Simon's escapism tactics was never a good one. That they knew by now.

"Artie why couldn't you send these off earlier? This place is crowded!" Val grimaced as the crowd seemed to get just as agitated over the argument going on in the background.

"Was also crowded earlier..." Artyum sighed.

The couple in front of them got louder.

"Oh god could this get any worse?" Leo put his face in his hands.

"Excuse me sir do you have time to donate a dollar to the cause?"

"Oh my fucking god it can." Val punched the brunet on the arm. "The fucking Salvation Army is here."

"Fucking shit!"

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After forty minutes of pure hell at the post office, the group finally got to the counter and thanked the gods that it didn't take long to sort the paperwork involved with sending off an entire bag of postcards.

They practically ran back to their car, avoiding the various parents dragging screaming children that were demanding this or that as the perfect gifts.

Next destination: Manfred household.

A drive that took less than an hour.

Except…

"OH MY GOD THERE IS NOWHERE TO PARK THE FUCKING CAR, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

It was well past 18:00 pm when they finally found an available parking space, and the effort of hawling the tree along was less of a minor inconvenience and more of an annoyance to add to the list since they had to climb uphill rather than simply take it from one end of the road to the next.

"I have never seen so many cars on this street." Leo remarked as he steadied the base of the tree as they walked along.

"That's because you've never actually spent the holidays over." Markus replied nonchalantly. "It was always a pain in the neck if shopping required an autonomous cab… There just wasn't ever a place to stop close enough that I didn't need about five trips to and fro just to get the all of the bags."

The gate opened up for them without much fuss and the group noticed North retreating out of the house looking absolutely pissed.

"Where the hell have you been?!" She met with them, eyeing the odd choice of a tree briefly before staring accusingly at Leo. "We called! Repeatedly!"

"Battery died."

"And we also called you both." She pointed at both androids.

"We were a little distracted." Simon admitted.

"With what?!" North glared.

"Marital problems at the post office, and an army of kids screaming because they wanted whatever is hot with the kids these days." Simon sighed "It's a long story…"

The redhead groaned before holding up the TV remote, much to the confusion of everyone else.

"Well then, you're on remote duty. The batteries died and Matthew forgot to buy more... And if I browse through any more of those shitty stale tv specials I swear to God I'll blow up Stratford tower."

"Please do." Leo grimaced. "Everyone else arrived yet?"

"Yeah, but they're kind of busy right now…"

"With what?" Markus asked.

Ten seconds later they all stood baffled, staring up at the chandelier.

Well at the entire living room, the stairs, hallways and even the kitchen actually…

"How the hell did you manage this?!" Leo gawked as he watched Josh struggling to get free from the Christmas lights he'd gotten horrendously tangled in.

"Miles got stuck and panicked...The rest kind of happened before we could control the situation…" the lecturer looked absolutely embarrassed as he hung in the hair just a little bellow said prototype.

"To make matters worse, Miles can run like no other android in this freaking house…" Benji retorted as he tried to free his constricted arm, which was pinned by the chords that had wrapped around the giraffe's legs when the RK-series prototype had gone berserk.

"That's Miles for ya. Problem solving is an experimental process." Tristan was stuck to a wall. He didn't seem too fussed over this. "If hitting it and running doesn't work, he'll stop to contemplate it for a bit. Not that it'd help now of course."

"Sorry…" In the RK300's defense, he did look a little guilty over causing so much trouble. "I ruined Christmas..."

"I'll just...Go get a ladder." Markus walked off while Simon gave Miles a sympathetic look.

"You didn't ruin Christmas buddy." The blond caretaker reassured. "You got a little stuck, is all, and the house will probably look good once we actually turn on the lights."

"You really mean it?" The RK300 blinked in confusion, looking around before humming and then nodding "They'll blink unsynchronized... Might make more colors..."

"Yep. We might get orange lights this year. Pretty cool Miles!" Tristan smiled appreciatively at Simon, mouthing a silent 'Thanks' while Markus returned with the ladder.

"While Markus deals with that, I should get started on the baking. Then Leo can help rig the rest of the lights." Simon stated, ignoring the look of horror on the brunet's face.

"Baking equals good smells and pretty shapes. You can go bake Simon!" Miles smiled more genuinely as he kicked his legs about, narrowly avoiding hitting Josh on the head. "Sorry."

"I'm good."

"Not until I get you down you're not." Markus quickly got to work freeing the two of them, while Artyum helped Tristan and Benji down from their own prisons.

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By 20:00 pm, all of the decorations were set up, lights properly rigged, food and sweets cooked and baked, and guests arrived. Despite the hectic confusing day, the party turned out alright.

All around friends and extended family talked, laughed, enjoy Simon's splendid cooking and Carl's family eggnog recipe, and gifts were exchanged without incident.

Leo looked all around and sighed contentedly as he rested on the couch, enjoying the buzz of conversations going on in the background.

His eyelids drooped as he watched humans and androids alike relishing in the enjoyments that followed the usual inconveniences of Christmas.

There was no good without a bit of bad. If anything, all the stuff they'd gone through just to get everything nice and ready made it more rewarding.

The brunet nodded off peacefully... Only to wake up when the caroling began.

"Oh my god..." Leo put his pillow over his head and mentally screamed.

Fine. Almost worth it. Fucking Christmas carolers ruining everything. They were almost as bad as the Salvation Army!

#Eps Writes:#detroit: become human #detroit become human #fanfic #leo manfred #dbh markus #dbh simon #dbh josh #dbh north #there are ocs #merry christmas

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