#fun fact we actually have a friend named cameron who is nothing like cameron in the book

[came-like-a-postcard]

which direction...

Warnings: description of a panic attack, language, slight mention of blood, alcohol *if I missed anything, I'm so sorry!! I will be sure to add it*

Author's Note: Hello! So this is a collab between a friend (A) and I (C) that we decided to just randomly start. We're both 18, we both love to write, and we're always coming up with silly storylines and plots, so we decided to take the next step and type them out! Unfortunately, this is supposed to be really *really* cheesy so I apologize if that makes you uncomfortable. Future chapters will contain some more mature content (cough cough smut cough)! I hope it's stupidly silly enough :) This first chapter was written by A, so enjoy!!

🫶, C

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5 things you can see

The nearly fallen sink of this gas station bathroom

A positive test

A stain of grease on the ground

A pile of discarded cigarettes, only an inch from the trashcan

Fuck Off scratched into the side of the wall

4 things you can touch

The soft toilet paper beside me

The bracelet dangling from my wrist

The test

A soft dent in the toilets lid

3 things you can hear

The ringing of silence

A drip of leftover fluid finding its place off the test and onto my thigh

A soft buzz from the lights

2 things you can smell

The waft of ocean sented soap

The smell of the test

1 thing you can taste

Blood rushing over my tongue as I release the soft skin of my cheeks from inbetween clenched teeth

I grabbed my phone from the baby changing station it rested on, hovering over my contact list, urging myself to call someone. Anyone.

My mom?

No she’ll judge me

My friend?

What good will that do

My Ex?

It can’t be his… we broke up a month ago.

My thumb stopped patiently over 4 contacts, names I didn’t recognize, added last week.

I mumbled their names quietly, trying to jog a memory of anything that could have happened a week ago significant enough to render new contacts.

Drinking, A broken heel, definite unpaid bar tabs, hickeys from the next morning, that apartment…

Wait. What?

Hickeys, an Apartment, a Hookup.

Fuck.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, i’m not the type to get blackout drunk, to not remember. There had to be something in that stupid brain.

【1 week earlier】

Soft red lipstick was spread over my lips as I blinked, trying to get used to the feeling of the heavy fake lashes that were forcefully placed there. My soft dark hair fell into place almost perfectly for once, curled for a night of fun. Framing my face in a way I had been told was “astonishing.”

“Y/N!”

I blinked quickly, falling out of the trance I had left myself in and stared at the source of the noise: My friend, Cameron. I smiled softly, pressing my lips together to feel the new texture that they had, to feel the makeup.

“Thanks.” I whispered, standing up to look in the mirror at this new person I had made up for tonight. Someone in heels and a silver two piece. Someone hot. “It’s not too much. Right?”

I glanced over my shoulder, eyes searching for an answer from the pale reflection of me.

“You look perfect.” She said, grabbing my sides as she planted a soft kiss to the side of my cheek. “Now you wanna get hammered, or stay wallowing in the fact you're single?”

“Get hammered” I said, giggling at the pure excitement that splashed across her face as she pulled me out the door.

***

I was a lightweight. That was no secret, three drinks in and my face burned, everything was funny. Everything.

The dance floor was crowded, as was the entire club but it felt good. I was stared at by men, men that I hadn’t been engaged to for 3 months before they cut it off. I was hot, and I knew it.

All reasoning had gone out the window at this point, my focus simply on dancing, letting my body move, letting my hips sway. I twirled around Cameron, stomping hard on the floor to make my presence known. To dig my feet in as if I wanted to leave a mark.

SNAP

Then suddenly I wasn’t up straight anymore, I wasn’t dancing circles around Cameron. My heel didn’t feel like it was carrying my weight anymore. But I didn’t feel the ground beneath me either. What I did feel however was the feeling of hands embracing my waist, holding me up. I looked up, to see soft brown locs and beautiful eyes holding me up.

“Are you okay, love?”

Pretty. That was my only thought as my cheeks flushed at the realization of the interaction, a pretty boy saved me.

“I’m Y/N” I muttered out, biting my lip as our eyes stared daggers at one another.

His lips curled at the sides into a smile as he looked down at me. “I’m Harry.”

#harry styles smut #harry styles #one direction #this was not meant to be taken seriously #liam payne #louis tomlinson #niall horan #zayn malik #japan business trip #fun fact we actually have a friend named cameron who is nothing like cameron in the book #after movie #harden scott #team peeta #gale needs to exit the love triangle #cliffhanger #whaaaaaaaaaaat

[winchester-books]

The Other Side: Part Five

Based On: Outer Banks

Warnings: Language, Unhealthy relationships

Word Count: 1.8K

PAST CHAPTERS

Summary: JJ and Y/N clearly have a connection, but Pogues and Kooks are never meant to be together- especially if Rafe Cameron has anything to say about it.

A/N: so the last time i wrote a part for this series was almost two years ago, so i am so sorry... hoping to get back into it again, hope you enjoy this part!

reader’s midsummer’s dress

You sighed, running a hand down your face as you stared at your phone. 6 missed calls from Rafe and over a dozen text messages begging you to pick up the phone. You had been dealing with this for nearly a week now, ever since the morning after you ended things with him. 

A small piece of you wanted to call him back- just to hear him out. You hated to admit it, but a tiny part of you still missed him. But the lingering bruise on your wrist was a sharp reminder of why you had ended things with him. 

You shut off your phone and climbed out of bed, glancing at the olive green dress hanging in your closet. Midsummers. You had always looked forward to it. 

Even though the kook crowd wasn't a group you particularly enjoyed, it was still fun to get dressed up for a night. However, you weren't too keen on the idea now, your mind still buzzing with thoughts of Rafe and dreading the fact that he would undoubtedly be forced to make an appearance at the party. 

Maybe he would give you space, you thought hopefully. But you weren't naive. Everyone on the island knew that Rafe managed to always get what he wanted- regardless of who, or what, he damaged in the process. 

Kie came over a few hours later to get ready with you. To be honest, before you had begun hanging out with the pogues, you had nearly forgotten Kiara was a kook. You were more than grateful to have gotten close to her now, especially since it gave you someone you actually liked to talk with when you had to attend events on the island. 

"Almost ready?" She asked, walking out of the bathroom and into your room, her gorgeous purple dress shimmering in the sunlight streaming through your window. 

"Yep," you hummed, fastening the gold necklace around your neck as a final touch. You stood up from your desk and looked back at your friend, "Wow... We look amazing,"

Kiara laughed and nodded in agreement, "Obviously,"

- 

Kie had noticed you had been off since she had come to your house to get ready, but she hadn't said much. She figured you would talk about whatever was bothering you when you were ready and brushed it off. However, when the party was well past starting, and you were still sulking off in the corner alone, she realized something really must be going on. 

She navigated through the crowd of kooks to your spot against the wall, "Y/N." 

You glanced up, pulled from your racing thoughts at the sound of your name.

"All right, I've tried giving you space… but you've gotta talk to me," Kie pleaded, leaning against the wall next to you.

You brushed your hair from your face, shaking your head slightly, "It's nothing, really, I just-" you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence as the reason for your distress walked through the doors.

Rose and Ward were the first of the Camerons to walk inside, parading their way as they smiled and held their heads high. Sarah and Weezie followed, and Rafe trailed behind. 

"Oh," Kie uttered, realizing what had been troubling you so much. 

As angry as you were at him, your heart broke a little when you took in his appearance. He was not the typical Rafe Cameron. His baby blue suit looked like it had been shoved on in a rush, his dark circles were prominent, and his normally perfectly in-place hair was far from its usual state. Honestly, he looked like shit. 

Your stomach dropped, doubts creeping into your thoughts. Maybe he truly was sorry- maybe he didn't mean what he had done to you. 

"Hey, Y/N," Kie's words again jolted you from your thoughts once again as she gently grabbed your wrist, "Let's get out of here," 

But it was too late. Rafe had seen you and was stumbling his way toward you and Kiara. As he got closer, the two of you could see the glazed look in his eyes and the smell of booze coming off of him- he was obviously far from sober. 

"Y/N," His eyes were glazed with tears as he fumbled slightly over his words, "Y/N, baby- please… just let me talk. Hear me out,"

You hesitated, heart breaking. You had known Rafe was having a hard time, but had no idea it was this bad. 

His nostrils flared as he tried to steady his shaky breaths, and you made up your mind. Maybe things had ended poorly, but you still cared for him and couldn't bear to watch him suffer like this. 

Kie opened her mouth, but you spoke first, "Okay. But five minutes. That's all, then I am gone,"

"Y/N, I don't know if this is a good idea," Kie warned.

"It's fine, Kie," you said simply, brushing her off, "I can handle myself, thanks. I'll come find you in a few minutes," you squeezed her hand reassuringly and gave her a small smile. 

The nervous look on her face never disappeared, but she reluctantly nodded and headed back to the dance floor. 

You and Rafe stood in silence for a few moments. You wrestled with the conflicting urges to scream at him in anger or leap into his arms and tell him you missed him. Your mixed feelings for him had your head spinning, and he hadn't even said a word yet. 

"I-" he cleared his throat, blinking away the tears that were pooling in his eyes, "Y/N, I am so, so, sorry. I never should have put my hands on you." he ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, "I-I was just so angry and upset. I lost my temper,"

You turned your head away, tears pricking at your eyes as he spoke of the memory you had been trying to forget. 

"Hey," he said gently. He reached out, his fingers softly resting on your jaw and turning your head back in his direction. 

You shuttered slightly as his fingers brushed against your chin. Your blood felt like ice at his touch, the fear from that night returning as the fingers that had not so long ago dug bruises into your arm now rested on your face. 

However, you couldn't ignore how a small fire re-ignited within you. Your body unintentionally recalling all the good times you had spent with Rafe. Remembering all the times his hands had roamed your body and made you feel safe and loved. 

"Please, Y/N/N. Believe me, I never wanted to hurt you- I didn't mean to," he pleaded, his face merely inches from yours, "It never should have happened... I will never touch you like that again."

His eyes searched yours, frantically searching for any sign of forgiveness, "I love you, Y/N, I love you so much. Please, baby- please, just forgive me,"

You honestly didn't know what to say. 

Part of you was eating up every word that came out of his mouth- just look at him. How could anyone believe he wasn't sorry for what he had done? Yet, the bruises on your wrist were not so easily forgotten. Still, something about his presence was intoxicating and managed to suck you in. It was taking everything in you to not lean in a little closer and put your lips on his. You took a deep breath, thinking of the hell Kie would raise if she knew that you were even contemplating forgiving him. 

"I don't know," You finally managed to say, shaking your head slightly, "I don't know, Rafe. I can't do this right now… I just don't know,"

Rafe dropped his hand from your face and tensed up slightly, trying to hide the anger coursing through his veins at your reply. He nodded curtly, "Okay… Okay, you need more time- I get that. But I'll be here Y/N, waiting for you to forgive me- because you will."

You took a shaky breath at his words, not liking the certainty flashing in his eyes as he said them. 

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. I just-" he looked away, cutting himself off, "I'm sorry, okay? You understand that, right? You have to understand that,"

You nodded quickly before slipping away into the crowd to find Kie before you did anything that you would later regret. You jumped at the feeling of hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, relax! It's just me," JJ said, giving your shoulders a soft squeeze as he grinned. 

You eased up when you realized it was the blonde, watching as he shamelessly ran his gaze down your figure.

"Hey," you snapped playfully, "My eyes are up here."

He smirked, locking his eyes with yours, suddenly remembering why he was here. "We're all leaving… like now," He glanced behind him, catching a glimpse of a security guard who did not look too pleased with him, "Dammit, I gotta get out of here- meet us at Rixon's Cove!" He took off sprinting through the crowd, the man not too far behind him. 

You sighed, running a hand down your face as you watched him run toward the beach. "What the hell did you get us into now, JJ?" 

- 

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" You asked as you and Kie approached the three boys seated around the bonfire. 

"I didn't know Y/N was coming," John B announced, shooting a glance at JJ. 

You frowned at the bitterness in his tone. 

JJ shot him a glare, "Of course, she's basically one of us," he defended.

 "Plus, you told Sarah," Kie added harshly, "What, are you the only one who gets to share our secrets now?

John B raised his hands in surrender, "I'm not trying to start anything, Kie, I just-"

"Okay, sorry to interrupt, but can someone please fill me in on what's happening right now," Clearly, you were the only one in the group who was unaware of what this "emergency meeting" was about. 

Kie and John B held their glares for a moment longer, but they stopped arguing long enough for JJ to speak up, "Have you ever heard of the Royal Merchant?"

"Yeah," you nodded, "Well, the stupid kids' story, yeah- where the ship filled with gold sunk and no one could ever find it,"

"Right, except it's real. It's real, and we know where the gold is," John B interjected. 

The group sat silently and stared at you, waiting for a response. A few seconds passed by, and you didn't make a sound. Finally, you burst out laughing, "Okay, that's funny, guys. Now, why the hell are we really here?"

"Honest to God, Y/N. We aren't lying,"

You looked over to Pope, who nodded to confirm this was the truth, "Seriously? The REAL Royal Merchant?"

"Yes. The REAL Royal Merchant." JJ repeated, a grin plastered across his face, "Wanna help us find the gold?"

#jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank #rafe cameron #outerbanks #outerbanks x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks

[hmspogue]

Outer Banks season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer frame by frame for clues, theories, and plot. Just my own opinions and general tin foil-hatting

These are screenshots from Netflix’s trailer for Outer Banks season 2. I do not claim or own any of these.

note: this post is tagged as a long post if you wish to avoid having to scroll until your thumbs break.

“My old man used to tell me, ‘it’s best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom’.”

(Putting all of these shots together since they’re scenes we already know but-) Holy shit, okay let’s just....start off like this I guess, damn.

“'Trust me’, he said...”

Kiara looking back and forth between the boys like this really just feeds the headcanon I have that her form of grief this season is going to be her trying to hold it together for their sakes (and eventually just snapping).

JJ just looks fucking furious someone give these kids a hug? I already know this scene is going to ruin me.

“You can always go...”

JJ back working at the hotel. He looks literally so angry again in this scene I could see him self destructing at work and losing his job? (Please do not be isolating yourself you beautiful son of a bitch even though I know you’re going to).

Pope in the Twinkie (costuming wise they all are in warmer looking clothes for some of the shots, so just confirming it’s a little bit into the school year when this all takes place).

“Lower”

Big John was real big into pep talks, I see. (seriously can you imagine Big John having this conversation with like 8 year old John B after he fucking dropped his ice cream cone or some shit I shouldn’t be laughing).

I’m just-

These poor kids, I wanna know how the police all the way down in the Bahama’s knew about them?

Their calves....

“RUN!”

Are going to be so fucking jacked by the end of this season I stg.

Fuck you.

“The gold from the Royal Merchant....it’s here.”

For a while, I had thought that maybe they didn’t even make it to the Bahama’s at the front of the season and ended there (because everyone had been filming in there). But I guess they’re going to be making two trips.

If I were a bird from this POV I’d shit right on that house no questions asked.

oooooh ho hokay. Just so we’re clear. Ward Cameron not only get away with murder and about two dozen other felonies, but-

“Half a billion.”

HE STILL FINDS THE GOLD IN THE CRAIN HOUSE AND GETS TO KEEP IT?

Not the polo with the snap back, I just know this man has a playlist called Sad Boi Hours that is just Juice WRLD’s top 5 songs on Spotify and he tells his friends they wouldn’t know the underground artists he listens to.

Sh, you have lost screaming privileges. Go inside and take a nap maybe.

“John B, we are fugitives in a foreign country.”

So, previously, I was talking about how I was confused how they would still be trying to find him is everyone thought he was dead, but here the wanted poster clearly says “presumed lost at sea”. I think that will be interesting to see how the Pogues all interpret that. 

Especially because they already had a memorial for John B and everything, I wonder if there will be any part of the Pogues holding out hope that they both could still be out there OUCH.

I’m going to circle back to this, but it looks like John B and Sarah are going to get separated for a little while in this man hunt, I could see my idiot himbo son trying to sacrifice himself so Sarah can get away but in reality just....stranding her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid?”

Oh, sweetie....

“Well, Sarah Cameron, I do stupid things all the time without realizing it.”

The volume of his self awareness is astronomical. sir, that is your whole character summed up in your own words.

GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN. PLEASE LET THEM LEAN INTO COMPLETE HIMBO JOHN B THIS SEASON I’LL DO ANYTHING-

nyyooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

“Hold on!”

The complete abject terror I would feel having John Booker Routledge driving get-away and then saying the words “Hold on” while reaching fro the gear shift? The english language fails me. 

Sarah, bestie, I’m so sorry.

I just wanna know-

what the plan or objective was in this situation. What was the reason for being this dramatic.

Rest in piss, bozo <3

“Ward’s still out there...”

Okay, same conversation they were having as before. I wonder what makes them decide they need to get back to the OBX for this tho.

“I can clear my name. This can all be over in one shot.”

It looks like Topper watching this but way more concerningly, correct me if I’m wrong but this 100% looks like....John B gets caught. And the DEATH PENALTY?! He did have a mug shot for the fliers in s1 and the one above but he was never brought in? Plus he just looks super dirty and dishevled in this one so I-

Jail break anyone?

I also still want to know if they’re going to go with a Topper redemption arc this season. like, does he know more than he should just from being around Rafe and his big fat mouth? Is he going to help out the Pogues even if it’s just for Sarah?

This shot just suddenly made me really sad. The thought of this all started because Big John left one last thing for his son to find, his literal life’s work. And when it all started, it was just a fun adventure John B and his best friends were going on together and having fun with. Then it all got dragged to absolute shit and turned into what it did, including the remaining 3 Pogues thinking that this treasure hunt took their two best friends away from them. And it’s nothing like Big John intended it to be.

Why my eyes wet?

Now we’re edging into what I was talking about earlier with John B and Sarah getting separated.

“If you think there is anything I wouldn’t do...”

Once again, John B is no where to be found. Also, just in case y’all didn’t already know or forgot Ward is an actual psychopath.

I believe this one of the new character, played by Jontavious Johnson (Stubbs). Based on the voice over it lowkey sounds like they’re implying Ward maybe hired Stubbs and Cleo to find and bring Sarah back. My theory would be I bet they do go to retrieve her, but she somehow convinces them that it would be more beneficial for them in the end to be on the Pogue’s side instead.

Miss Girl you gotta be keeping your head on a SWIVEL. Especially when you’re a FUGITIVE of the LAW-

“...you haven’t been paying attention.”

My guy, who are you clarifying this for?

It’s what you deserve for monologuing.

in all seriousness, the idea of them coming to face to face with Ward in Nassau after thinking they finally escaped him is genuinely terrifying.

“SARAH!”

It kind of looks like they’re either hiding their faces or covering their noses? I don’t know maybe it was from some tactic to get away from Ward.

What did I literally jsut say about yelling privileges, you unhinged mother fucker?

“I’m calling the shots now. I’m driving.”

The following progression of scenes made me actually snort-

“I can’t drive stick.”

PLEASE THE FINGER GUNS LAUNCHED ME INTO ORBIT I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR.

Alright, so now it looks like we’re in Charleston. This is the same scene with Heyward’s truck that got leaked from BTS (read: JJ and Kie shoulder touch).

One of the main things that stuck out to me in the following scenes which, you will see, is it lowkey looks like Pope is kind of heading up this part of the operation, or even going in alone? The following clips are just very Pope focused. 

I don’t know what it means, it’s just an observation.

“John B was not the only one that Ward double-crossed.”

LIMBRY-

Bro, we have been hearing about this woman for literal months and I just have....so many questions? 

Who the hell is she? How is she connected to Ward? Why is she in South Carolina instead of the OBX? How do the Pogues even learn about her and how to track her down? How is she meant to “help” them? GAH I JUST WANNA KNOOOW. I already know I don’t trust her though and no I will not be offering up supporting evidence.

Sir, that is my son please unhand him.

“I think you know what I want.”

.......no? But feel....free to explain yourself?

The print on the paper is the same one that’s on the ceiling tiles in the following scene. Obviously, with a key on it that most likely goes to the place a few shots from now.

Hell yeah, son, let’s get SLEUTHING.

“The treasure belongs to the Pogues.”

DAMN STRAIGHT.

Bestie’s I’m not going to lie, I stared at this frame for a solid 10 minuets and I have no idea what it says on there I’m sorry. Someone in the comments is welcome to enlighten us.

“We gotta find it first.”

I can’t tell if that’s just dirt or if he hurt his head? But he look GOOD right now for one thing. For another, same outfit as the one in the Twinkie from the beginning of the trailer.

Look at her. LooK AT HER! LOOK! AT! HER! I MISSED HER SO MUCH even in that damn smiley face top that continues to haunt my waking hours she is in it so much and it stresses me out for literally no good reason I’m sorry-

I could literally cry right now and I think that speaks volumes to how little we actually see him genuinely happy. Have I mentioned how much I love that red hat?

Also, probably not that important, but this is not from the same scene as the shots of Pope and Kiara were. This is from the next one-

“Woogity-woogity?”

“Give me some woogity, baby!”

Yeah, this pushed me over the fucking edge, the way that they’re actually happy and laughing? The fact that they kept woogity-woogity and made it A Thing? Yes.

I am, however, going to be intentionally ignoring what appears to be the very intentional stagingof having such an obvious space between where Kiara and Pope are sitting adn where JJ sits, even including the level they’re sitting on because I don’t have the emotional capacity to face those implications right now. Thank you for your time.

Yes yeeeeEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIVE ME ALL OF THE SCENES OF THEM ACTUALLY GETTING TO BE TEENAGERS AND JUST BREATHE AND LAUGH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME AND NOT BE RUNNING FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

before Rafe comes in and literally starts shooting because they can’t breathe for more than 7 seconds but we’ll....get to that.

They refer to Sarah as a Pogue this season or I burn Netflix to the ground. Your move, Jonas.

50 bucks says John B is driving the Twinkie again for the first time since being back.

I deadass think the Pogues JUST got Sarah and John B back and they’re just having the time of their life. Kie was in her smiley face outfit when Pope was in this one a few clips ago, and I still hold to the belief that that one still they released of JJ and Kie hopping over a fence is the Pogue reunion so-

Ward? I have no idea what he’s looking at behind the wall paper and I’ll be so honest I don’t care my eyes are only seeing Pogue content right now.

“This is a map of the whole island.”

This fit, when will John B learn how to operate buttons, stay tuned for season 5. Also my previous theory of this being their reunion outfits and stuff because Pope is in the back in the same jacket as before.

The plot thickens and so has JJ’s hair, Rudy drop the shampoo brand.

Please, dear God, tell me they’re back in the sex church. For @jiaaraa sake.

Kiara, your Madison is showing.

Okay, I really did try but all I can make out is Something to the tomb begin something something.

You’re welcome.

I am no expert but I do not believe boats operate on land.

John B looks like he is in the same outfit here that is in his mug shot we saw on the TV screen so I have a sneaking suspicion this is where he gets caught. 

“John B is back-”

Once again with the damn sexual tension that’s always between Barry and Rafe in every scene they do are we about to kiss right now?

“-it’s him or me.”

First of all, no.

Second of all, I’m just....so very confused about this time line this season. It kind of looks like Ward and Rafe follow and find Sarah and John B in Nassau (unless those scenes by the truck were actually back in the OBX). So did they....go to Nassau, then just come right back when they did? I’m just confused.

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

Literally when will you stop at this point I am begging you. 

This looks like the same scene the Pogues were, ya know, literally just having a good time at so fuck me, I guess.

Yeah, no, it’s going to be a no from me, I’m just going to pretend like I’m not seeing this and moving on.

I have simply no idea what is going on here or who that is on the bike but maybe JJ? Maybe Luke even? I think that’s JJ’s bike. 

The sewer scene. The SEWER SCENE-

For months sicne that tiktok leaked this damn scene has been genuinely all I could think about. So (obviously) it seems like they’re sending Kie down into the sewer to go do seomthing and things go horribly, horribly wrong. 

If you haven’t seen the tiktok, essentially all it was was JJ and Pope screaming and trying to lift up the man hole cover while Kie is begging for them to hurry from inside. I’m cheating a little bit as this isn’t a shot from the trailer but this picture was posted and it’s from the same scene.

I’ll just....leave this here. Back to the trailer shots.

Nice. Also, same shirt as mugshot.

Hey, um, what? 

Kiara’s car, she’s driving, I can’t tell who’s in the back seat or the front.

Holy God what is going on and how can I as an audience member put a stop to it?

So, same scene as we will see and was in the teaser but, for some reason, they’re all jumping off of a giant ass boat into the little life raft where it looks like JJ gets hurt later but don’t you worry we’re getting to that.

JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE THEY BOTH LOOK SO DAMN GOOD AND THEIR LITTLE SMILES SPARE ME-

Cleo 🥵

I’m so excited to see her arc and what it brings this season you guys have no idea.

Please for the love of God be about to get Ward Cameron’s ass like he deserves literally punt him into jail right from Tanny Hill.

Sarah at My Druther’s with what looks like a bloody bandage on her side? Same outfit she’s wearing when they’re running from the police on the beach and she has the bandage there too so. Interesting. 

Topper hugging who I’m pretty sure is Sarah, being a general douche because he’s clearly looking at John B like 😏 

Clips like these serve to remind me just how many of my worldly posessions I would gladly give up to be able to punch Topper Thorton in the throat one time. 

I think this is Cleo jumping off the boat with Pope after John B and Sarah. 

Absolutely busting a lung at Pope’s form in this one.

John B and Sarah waiting in the life raft, still Cleo and Pope coming after them. The obvious next question is where are JJ and Kiara. The scene I’m sure you all have been waiting for is coming up and clearly takes place in the life raft as well.

So, I really think JJ and Kie get left for last, something horrible happens as they’re trying to jump (my head instantly goes to JJ maybe like pushing Kie out of the way and getting hit on the head instead or even just some accident). 

And, oh my GOD a scene of him falling off the boat after it happens and Kiara diving in after him immediately, having to desperatly try to stop him from sinkingand get to the life raft holy shit-

Girl CATCH HIM?????

Because why wouldn’t this be Rafe’s fault. Part of me wonders if this isn’t related to JJ being hurt.

I am going to try and unpack this as calmly as possible because behind my computer screen I am vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass but respectfully.

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS TIAUEWFHLAILA

Okay, so scene wise, JJ’s hit his head somehow (probably while he was jumping with Kiara) it looks like and now they’re back on the raft. 

In my opinion, this is either:

A) JJ is in really, really bad condition after getting hurt in the jump and they’re not sure he’s going to make it. So this is a “Please stay with me, stay awake, please don’t die” hug OR

B) They very narrowly just avoided a deadly situation (my first thought is JJ hits his head while jumping, passes out in the water, maybe almost drowns but Kie and the others get him onto the life raft in time) and this is more of a “Oh my God, you’re okay, you’re safe now, we’re okay” hug. 

I honestly lean more to the second one based on the little bit of Sarah’s face we saw in the background. To me, it almost looked like she was smiling thru tears, which, fits way more with the second option than the first. 

Anyways. Moving on before I burst a lung again.

(also, before anyone comes at me, no, I’m not happy JJ is hurt, obviously.  

(Once again, arrest outfits). You can still see the bandage but it looks like Sarah’s limping now too so...good Lord give the girl a break maybe?

Everything in this trailer just went to shit so fast I think I have whip lash, can we go back to the Pogues hanging out and being happy now pkease I liked those scenes.

“I get it. You guys are scared.”

“No.”

She’s cute but, uh, hello sewer scene outfits. Seems like them planning to do whatever the hell they were going to do in the sewers but the boys are starting to get cold feet as maybe they should but hind sight is 20/20 I suppose.

“It’s kind of cute.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should’ve just led with that.”

I will never be able to express how much I adore Pogue banter and general dumbassery and I have a feeling this season will not be lacking in either department

I high key don’t think these two are actually going to be there for this scene to go down but I’ll let it slide this time because-

They do be kinda cute.

It both feels like I’ve been waiting for this damn show for 3 years and also like I just watched season 1 last month explain that to me. 

Either way holy shit. I missed this dumb show and these dumb kids so much it physcially hurts and WE GET THEM BACK IN T-MINUS 16 DAYS.

Also. Where The Hell Is Wheezie Cameron And When Will She Have The Rights She Deserves.

#THIS LEGIT TOOK ME ALL DAY #AND I HAD A BLAST #im simply not ready #jiara nation how we feeling #UGH i missed them so much dude #outer banks season 2 #obx #long post #shot by shot rundown #jiara #the pogues #obx2 #john b routledge #pope heyward #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #jj maybank #jarah b #john b x sarah #jj maybank x kiara carrera #cleo #rafe cameron #topper thornton

[doomed-syko]

Number 19 | College Hockey!Bondy x Fem!reader AU

summary: You know little about hockey, still you enjoy getting the chance to cheer on your friends playing on the ice, nothing out of the ordinary besides the new mysterious player who has captured your attention

word count: 3.2k

warnings: swearing, drinking, kinda jock!bondy but he’s dead sweet, fluff, the usual really… as always my writing and that’s probably it

request: no, i simply needed to write this after bondys latest instagram post

author’s note: two things before we get started: 1. i started writing this before the live streams last week and 2. i know next to nothing about ice hockey, so wikipedia and watching the olympics are my only sources for this lmaoo…. anyway here’s some young bondy fluff for yous xx

You knew very little about hockey. Of course, you knew that you play it on ice and wear skates, oh and that the funny little black disc thingy was called a puck, but compared to the rest of your friends you knew next to nothing. It wasn’t like you found the game boring or terrible, you just didn’t care that much about it and had never actively tried to understand it. Besides, you had your hands full with your own sport, so there wasn’t a lot of room left in your brain to remember hockey facts and common game strategies.

But today you were here, for the first game of the season. Even if you didn’t know much about the sport you loved to cheer for your friends on the ice, so you did try to go to a few games each season, and even though this semester was already kicking your ass, with a lot of convincing and begging from your friends you had decided to have a bit of fun and forget your coursework for a day.

“Y/N!” You heard Riley – your best friend – call out. “Over here.” She was waving from where she was sitting, pulling you into a hug when you reached her and your other friends.

“Sorry for being late,” you huffed after greeting the rest of your friends and sitting down beside Riley. “Coach Johnson insisted on keeping us on the water for another thirty minutes and then gave us this big speech about how we should always be on time blah blah blah… god I hope he chokes on his sandwich tomorrow!”

“You're not late don’t worry!” She reassured you grinning at the hatred for your Rowing coach. “You're right on time actually,” she smiled her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Look!”

Riley was right, you had made it just in time to watch both teams step onto the rink. Your team – the Nothern Huskies – were clad in their primarily white and black home uniform while the Maine Black Bears were wearing their navy away kits.

You knew a few of the Huskies’ players, one better than the others; Julian Huges. Julian — or Jules as he preferred to be called — was in his last year of attending Northeastern University in Boston and he was Riley’s older brother which kinda also made him your older brother. A very outgoing guy with a big personality and a weakness for adventure, you wouldn’t guess that the brunette was just a few months away from graduating with a degree in Sports Journalism. Because of course, he would.

Besides Jules, you knew the names and numbers of most of the guys on the team, they were all part of your friend circle and you all hung out regularly outside of the ice rink. The only ones you couldn’t quite place a name to were the younger guys that weren’t part of your little crew as Riley loved to put it.

The teams got into position, the rest of the players and coaches, huddled together on their respective sides, waiting for the referee to start the game. The shrill scream of a whistle carried through the Arena and the game was underway.

You had a perfect view from your seats and took the chance to see who was playing for the Huskies today; you knew all of them. Jules with the number 25 proudly displayed on his back was sending a quick wave your wave before he put his full attention to the game, passing him the puck was number 41 also known as Cameron Williams, Julians best friend and Rileys boyfriend… it was a long story.

You hadn’t really paid attention when the teams stepped onto the ice so maybe that’s why you only now registered the player with the number 19 who passed the puck to Julian who promptly scored a goal.

You all erupted into cheers, jumping up from your seats, a few of your friends starting to chant Jules name. You had to admit that you had kinda missed the atmosphere surrounding these games, and even though you were a bit drained from your day, you were glad you were here.

“Hey Riley,” you turned to the brunette girl beside you. “Whose number 19?” You pointed towards the guy who had assisted in the goal. “I don’t think I've seen him before.”

“Oh yeah, he joined the team this year!” She beamed, still on a high from the goal her brother had just scored. “His name is Johnny Bond but the guys just call him Bondy. I think he's a junior but that’s about all I know about him.”

“Hmm,” your eyes were following number 19 as he passed the puck again, this time to Cameron. “Have you met him yet?”

“Not really, just in passing a few times.” You didn’t see that her eyes were now on you. “Why, do you have a crush?”

“What no, of course not,” you rolled your eyes. “I don’t even know the guy!”

“Ehhhh,” Riley was grinning. “Didn’t stop you before now did it?”

“Shut up.” You were laughing. “I just wanted to ask no need to accuse me of anything here!” You felt your cheek heating up; if your best friend saw she decided not to comment on it. “He's pretty good.”

You were sitting in silence for a moment, following the game eagerly and exhaling in relief when one of the players from Maine didn’t score a goal.

“Oh one more thing,” Riley grinned. “He's from England.”

The game was phenomenal. In the end, the Huskies won 4–3 which of course meant only one thing, a big get together to celebrate their win. So with Julians and Cam's permission, Riley and you went ahead and got everything ready for the party at the off-campus apartment Jules and Cam shared. Luckily for you, the two seniors were rather organized so besides locking some valuables away and moving some of their living room furniture around, you didn’t have to do much.

“Do you think we have enough beer?” Riley called from her spot on the couch. “Because I don’t feel like getting up and buying some right now.”

“Let me check real quick,” you called back opening the fridge. “Looks like it'd be enough,” you walked back into the living room. “There are a few six-packs in the fridge, we also have at least three bottles of red and a lot of tequila, but I can send Cam a message anyway so they can pick up some more on their way here.”

“Please do,” the brunette yawned. “I don’t think it's gonna be super crazy tonight but I'd rather be prepared.”

You quickly shot Cameron a message, getting a ‘will do ma’am’ back which was followed by a ‘be there in 10’ so you closed your phone and put it in the back pocket of your jeans.

Twenty five minutes later the party was in full swing. Riley’s words from earlier were ringing in your ears, not super crazy my ass. If you didn’t know any better you would think that the Huskies had won the league and not just a game. The relatively small apartment was cramped, there were people everywhere, some you recognised others you were sure you had never seen before. Hockey parties were notorious so you shouldn’t expect anything else, why both Riley and you thought this time would be different was the big question.

Shaking your head and with a couple of beers in your hands, you squeezed past some couple making out in the kitchen, searching for your friends in the crowd. You found them rather quickly, Cams buzzed blonde hair making him visible from about a mile away, so you pushed through the crowd to get to them.

“I’m back everyone,” you exclaimed, noticing the lanky guy standing next to Jules. “And I've brought beer… I know I know save your applause.”

“Anyone have a bottle opener?” Cam asked, taking the bottles from your hand. “Or a lighter or something?

“Yeah wait a sec,” you said, fishing a lighter from the back pocket of your jeans. “Here ya go.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” He took the lighter from your hands. “Hey B, you want one?” He turned to the guy you had yet to officially meet. “Wait you haven't met each other yet have you?”

Cam's eyes were darting between you and the stranger, waiting for an answer to his question. You shook your head, missing the grin forming on your best friends face.

“Right,” Jules smiled passing you one of the beers. “Y/N that's Johnny or Bondy aka our new super talented centre, probably the best centre we had in a while!” Jules grinned the excitement taking over. “This is Y/N aka Riley's best friends and my bonus sister, she's on the women's rowing team and she knows jack shit about Hockey.”

You would have protested at the last part but your whole attention was on Johnny Bond. God, he was gorgeous.

He was rather lanky for a hockey player but you knew that looks could be deceiving and you had seen the way he played today, he was a natural on the ice. His brown hair was long and messy, curling at the end and hanging in his face. He was wearing a plain black shirt and blue denim jeans with holes at the knees and a pair of black converse.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled at you. Which was followed by a thank you directed at Julian who had passed him a beer.

Ohhhh fuck.

If his hockey abilities and his good looks hadn’t sealed the deal before, hearing his voice definitely did. It was quite deep and sounded slightly slurred but there was no way he was drunk so you just assumed it was like that normally.

But fuck, did it send shivers down your spine… oooh yeah it was definitely a voice you could get used to.

“Hey,” you smiled back at him, praying to God that you weren’t blushing right now. “Nice to meet you, Johnny!”

“Just call me Bondy, love,” He smiled. “Everyone does.”

Jesus Maria and Joesph, that was fucking hot.

“Sure,” you rasped. “Hi, Bondy, nice to meet you!”

But before you could say anything else, Johnny, Cam and Jules were swept away by a guy you recognized to be on the Basketball team, so now it was only you and Riley.

“Oh my god,” She almost screeched. “You are totally crushing on him!”

“Why didn’t you tell me that he's that attractive?” You turned to your best friend, ignoring the large grin on her face. “And his voice, fuck me it's sexy!”

“In my defence, I only met him like twice in passing so it's not like I got a good look at his face.” She protested. “And he was already wearing his helmet both times so im really not to blame here!”

“Still, a warning would’ve been nice,” you argued. “Because now I have a crush on a hockey player from England who I just met!”

“Could be worse,” She smiled, putting her arm around your shoulder. “Common the boys are about to play a round of beer pong,” She pointed towards the group of people that had just formed around Cameron and Julian. “And I cant wait to see whoever is playing against our boys lose!”

They did lose. Every single one of the guys playing against Cam and Jules lost.

It was nothing new to you. Julian and Cameron weren’t just a team on the ice, they were a team off the ice as well. They were so in sync with each other it even scared you sometimes.

You were so focused on the game that you didn’t notice the person standing next to you until they started speaking.

“Are they always this good?” Bondy.

“Oh yeah always,” you answered after a few seconds. “I've actually never seen them lose a game of beer pong ever.”

“So it’s a best friend thing then huh?” His voice was close to your ear.

“Yup,” you replied, hoping he couldn't see the goosebumps on your neck. “Best friend off and on the ice, that’s Julian Huges and Cameron Williams for you!”

You heard him chuckle, no actually you felt him chuckle. He was standing close to you, very close. There were loads of people standing around the table watching the guys play beer pong, so many people that the space was cramped; so now your back was all but pressed to his chest and you hoped and prayed that he couldn’t feel the way your heartbeat was picking up.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” you said turning to look into his face. “You need one?”

“I’m gonna accompany you,” he hummed, his eyes trained on yours. “If that’s okay for you.”

“Of course.” You rasped, turning around again and making your way through the crowd. If you had waited another second you would’ve seen the grin taking over Bondy's face, before he followed you.

There was no one in the kitchen when you two reached it. Everyone was either watching Jules and Cam defeat everyone in beer pong or they were outside, cramped together on the tiny balcony.

“You want another beer or…” your voice trailed off. You turned to see the brunette man leaning against the kitchen counter opposite from you.

“A beer would be nice,” he watched you take two out of the fridge and open them. “Thanks love.”

You both stood in silence for a moment, nursing your beers.

“Soo, Y/N,” he was looking at you. “Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?” You shot back, a grin on your face. “My life is not that interesting, to be honest.”

“Well let's start with what your major is.” He smiled. “I like to know more about people I find interesting!”

He found you interesting? Fuckkkk

“I’m in my third year for a Journalism and English BA.” You were more than proud of that. “And you? What’s mister hotshot hockey player majoring in hmm?”

“Mister hotshot hockey player?” He laughed, one eyebrow raised. “Right, Music and Psychology, third-year right now.”

“And you only started playing for the team now?” You asked, genuinely interested why he didn’t start playing sooner. “Oh, and second question, wherein the Uk are you from?”

“Yeah, only got on the team this year, wasn’t really interested before but Julian convinced me so… here I am.” He grinned, taking a drink from his beer. “And to answer your second question, I’m from Newcastle, that’s in the north of England like two hours from the Scottish border.”

“And now you're halfway across the world playing hockey and going to Uni, that’s super cool!” You exclaimed.

“Hmmm,” He hummed and you were sure that there were butterflies tap dancing in your stomach. “Okay now it’s my time to ask you something,” he licked his lips and you thanked God that the dim lights in the kitchen didn’t expose your blushing cheeks. “Favourite band and why?”

“Ooh, good question… probably The Strokes or the Arctic Monkeys?” You said, mentally going through your Spotify playlists. “Honestly just indie bands I guess? Don’t know why just makes me feel alive.”

“Good choice, good choice!” He smiled taking another sip from his beer. “I saw the Arctic Monkeys a few times live, they're class live!”

“Oh my god, really?” You asked. “Riley and I got tickets to see them in a few months, I can't wait!”

“Youre gonna have a great time, I promise!” Bondy winked. “So journalism? What's that like?”

So you began telling him all about your courses and proffesors and when you were done he told you about his. You talked a lot about hobbies; he asked you about rowing and you asked him how he got into hockey and before you knew an hour was gone.

Crazy how time flies when you spend it talking to an attractive hockey player from England who likes to hold eye contact and talk in that slow and deep voice… Ugh, Riley was right, you were totally crushing on him.

Apropos Riley, your best friend was now stumbling towards the two of you, walking into your opened arms and hugging herself close to your body.

“You're drunk already?” You asked the brunette clinging to your torso.

“Yupp!” Her voice was muffled. “Some blonde girl asked me to take shots, who am I to say no to that?”

You heard Bondy laugh. “Why doesn’t that surprise me in the slightest?” You rolled your eyes. “Common sweetheart, you think you can walk home with me or do you need to crash here?”

“Oh, I can make it home.” Riley finally raised her head from your boobs. “Home sounds good…”

“I know it does, baby,” you smiled down at her, before turning your attention to Bondy whispering a quick sorry to him. This wasn’t how you expected this night to end. “Okay, do you have everything? Phone, keys, wallet?”

“Hmmm,” Riley sighed. “My keys and wallet are in my jacket!”

“Okay let me get your jacket and my stuff real quick,” you started loosening her arms from around your waist. “Can you keep an eye on her?” You turned to Bondy. “It'll be quick, I promise!”

“Aye, of course, don’t worry!” He assured you taking over your place, Riley wrapping her arms around him immediately. “Go get your stuff it's okay.”

You quickly weaved through the crowd of people, grabbing your stuff out of Jules bedroom, checking that everything was still there before rushing back to the kitchen.

“Okay let's get you home!” You huffed, letting Riley wrap her arm around your shoulders this time.

“How are yous getting home?” Bondy asked, his voice still playful but there was a serious edge to it. “You want me to call a cab or something?”

“Nah we're taking the subway for one station and then we have to walk for five minutes, well be fine.” You smiled up at the brown-haired man. “Thank you, anyway.”

“Got it,” he grinned down at you. “Text me when you're home safe okay?”

“But I don’t have your number?” You raised one eyebrow at his request.

“Yeah right,” he laughed, holding out a piece of paper to you. “Now you do.”

“Right,” you smiled. “I'll text you when we're home, okay?”

“Great,” his smile got bigger. “You’ve got time tomorrow?”

“Yeah, why?” You asked. The butterflies in your stomach doing somersaults. If he's gonna ask your out on a date you would scream into your pillow later.

“I would like to see you again,” are you seeing things that aren't there or did his cheeks turn pink. “So how does 3 pm tomorrow sound?”

“Sounds great,” you were grinning. “I'll text you later okay?”

“Great,” he was grinning back at you. “Get home safe you two okay?”

You did get home safe and after you made sure Riley was fast asleep you sent Bondy a quick message and to your content, you didn’t have to wait long for an answer. You send a few messages back and forth before you told him you needed to go to sleep now, closing your phone but not before you saw his last message.

‘Good night love, can’t wait to see you again tomorrow x’

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Taron Egerton: Deal.

Note: Hello all my beautiful friends. I want to wish you all a very happy Valentine’s day. I know that it may be a little late but in my eyes, love is something to be celebrated all day every day. With that said, I wrote this imagine for you all at the request of a wonderful person who wishes to remain anonymous.

I did have a lot of fun with this despite the fact that this turned into something on the angsty side due to ‘that time of the month’ and raging hormones. Anyway, my point is that you may need to prepare yourself for a soft and vulnerable Taron.

I also want to add that I wrote this imagine as though scenes for a movie were being filmed. I decided that I was going to have the movie in this imagine directed by Gary Marshall’s (God rest his soul) daughter, Kathleen Marshall. So if you see the name Kathleen throughout this, that’s who I’m referring to. I also want to mention that because there are movie scenes in this, I will let you know when the movie comes into play so that you aren’t confused.

Keep that in mind as you read because Taron will be the character Caleb Harrison whilst Y/n Y/l/n will be the character of Jennifer or Jen.

With all of that being said, I hope that you enjoy this imagine and to my anon requester, I wish you all the best for today and want to say a huge thank you to you for all of your patience with me.

Enjoy!

P.S: Here is a mock movie poster I made for the imagine that will be below the image❤

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(Filming)

“Yeah, if I actually believed that, we would be together right now but evidently, we’re not and let me just say it; thank fuck for that.” Jen said as she shouted at her friend on the other end. 

“There is nothing wrong with him, Jen.” Marni replied. Jennifer scoffed and rolled her eyes. If she had to hear one more person stand up for the man in question, she was going to scream. He was arrogant, rude and so egotistical it made her sick.

“Are you hearing yourself right now? Why are you standing up for him?” Jennifer asked incredulously. Marni sighed.

“Look, it’s up to you but it’s only one date and it’s not like you’ll be alone, I’ll be there too with Cameron.” Marni tried.

“Girl, you fucking owe me.” Jen said, giving into her friend's desire to go on a double date with them and Cameron’s work colleague, Caleb Harrison.

“Thank you Jen.” Marni said with a smarmy tone.

“Don’t make me puke please.” Jen replied before hanging up her phone.

(Not filming)

“CUT!” The director called as she stood up from her chair.

“Y/n, that was brilliant but for the next few scenes, we need even more emotion from you. You have to really amp up the anger.” Kathleen said, really emphasizing her words with expressive hand gestures. Y/n had to giggle.

“I actually had some questions in regards to the double date scene and I was wondering if we could talk about them?” Y/n asked Kathleen. Kathleen nodded and gave the other woman a warm smile, leading her to the coffee & snacks table so they could talk more privately.

=

“So, are you going to finally grow a pair and tell her how you feel?” Karlie asked Taron as she sat next to him. Taron looked up from his script and raised a brow at her in question.

“Oh come on you tit, it’s obvious you have feelings for her. You tease her all the fucking time and it’s actually quite nauseating to watch.” Karlie continued. Taron chuckled but shook his head in complete denial.

“I do not like her at all.” He scoffed, making Karlie roll her eyes.

“Well, you better tell her how you feel soon because I hear that she’s ready to quit the movie.” Karlie said slyly, watching for Taron’s reaction in the corner of her eye.

Taron had to at least admit to himself that he was absolutely head over heels, sick to his stomach, heart racingly, mind blowingly in love with the American beauty. Everything about her made his world turn on its axis and knock the breath from his lungs.

Her long y/h/c locks delicately cascaded down her back and framed her face beautifully. Her y/e/c eyes shone so magnificently against the lights of the studio. They reminded him of the rarest and most precious gemstones in the world. Her entire being made his belly flip and his heart flutter against his rib cage. Her laugh was music to his ears and her smile was enough to melt even the coldest of hearts. She was the very definition of an angel.

There had been many times throughout the duration of this project where he hadn’t thought of how her legs would feel around his waist, how her lips would feel against his, how her perfectly sensuous body would fit in his sinewy arms. He wanted to be with her in every shape and every form. He was so in love with her.

“Earth to lover boy. Stop staring at her. Just go talk to her, why don't you?” Karlie said as she rolled her eyes once more.

“Can you just stop? I'll talk to her in my own time, thanks.” Taron snapped as he closed his script, got up and stormed off.

“Right then, I guess he doesn't want to talk about it.” Karlie  said as she got up and left to the coffee and snacks table.

The rest of the day went ok but of course Taron kept to his old tricks and continued teasing y/n. Karlie kept giving Taron encouraging looks which he frowned at. What neither of them noticed was that y/n saw it and kept wondering if there was something going on that she had no idea about.

Y/n shook it off and tried her best to focus on her scenes whilst her head spun with everything Kathleen had given her the green light on doing when it came to filming the double date scene the next day.

=

“Good morning sunshine. How are we today?” Karlie sing-songed as she practically skipped cheerily toward Taron.

“Bad hangover?” She asked through a snort. Taron ignored her and took a long drink of his coffee. It wasn’t that he was hungover, no. He simply tossed and turned all night trying to get y/n out of his head but with his ever so kind hotel neighbors going at it like rabbits, it was so difficult for him so he decided to take a walk around the city, drinking coffee and wondering what it would be like if y/n was out with him, walking, talking and laughing with him whilst holding his hand. He longed to be near her.

When he got back to the hotel though, he saw y/n standing outside the hotel building with her back to him. He smiled to himself and decided to take that moment as his chance to tell her how he felt. He reached out his arm to tap her shoulder but when he heard that she was on the phone, his heart dropped. He heard what she had said.

“He’s the scum of the earth and he’s the last person I’d ever be with. He makes me sick to my stomach.” She said and then went silent as she listened to the person on the other end. 

Taron’s stomach twisted into knots but he couldn’t move. He wanted to hear that it wasn’t him she was talking about but when his name fell from her lips, he had to swallow the lump in his throat. He was beyond gutted and he stormed off in a hurry to get to the safety of his room.

“Are you ready for your closeup today Mr. Deville?” Karlie teased. 

“Karlie, I’m really not in the mood.” He said, adjusting his sunglasses on his nose. He walked to the makeup trailer.

Karlie watched in confusion. Normally Taron was so cheery in the morning and was happy to see his colleagues but with his solemn mood, she knew that something had to have happened between now and yesterday after work.

The woman took a deep breath and slowly walked to set as she had already been done up for all her scenes.

=

(filming)

“Stop fidgeting.” Cameron said as he removed the fork from Caleb’s hand. Caleb looked at his friend with a nervous glint in his eye. 

“I can’t help it.” He replied. A little bit of Taron showing through. 

“Why are you so nervous? It’s not like you’ve never been around her before.” Cameron said. Caleb huffed out a breath and sat back but not before beginning to bounce his leg.

“I could use a drink. How about you Caleb?” Marni asked. Caleb nodded and gave the woman a tight lipped smile in thanks.

Marni got up and made her way to the bar to order some strong drinks. She knew things were going to become even more awkward once Jen arrived.

“I hope to fuck those drinks are strong.” Jen said as she laid her hand on her friend’s back. Marni smiled and threw her arms around Jen in a warm and friendly embrace.

“The strongest.” Marni replied as she broke the hug and handed Jen’s drink to her. Both of them making their way toward the men.

“We were beginning to wonder if you’d even show up.” Cameron said as he stood up to let his girlfriend back into her spot as well as to greet Jennifer. Jen looked at Caleb and then back at her friends.

Jen wanted to reply but she knew that her expression was enough to tell them all how she really felt about this entire situation. She was not happy to be there and she really wanted to turn and run.

“Shall we sit down then and order food?” Marni asked, breaking the awkward silence. Caleb was the first one to nod and the last one to sit down after letting Jen into the booth so she could sit next to Marni.

“So Jen, how’s work treating you?” Cameron asked. Jen shrugged.

“Same as always I guess.” She replied simply. 

“Interesting.” Cameron said. Caleb tried to stop himself but his words slipped out before he could stop them.

“What do you do for work?” He asked, inwardly face palming himself. Jennifer looked at him with a slight frown on her features. Caleb felt his body shrink back. He averted his gaze to look at the cutlery on the table. Jen cleared her throat.

“I own a dog grooming center.” She answered. Caleb didn’t look at her and instead motioned for the waiter. He needed to eat so that his mouth would be busy and he couldn’t speak anymore.

(Not filming)

‘CUT!” Kathleen called before smiling widely. She was so happy with how the chemistry was between the four people in this current scene but she was a little concerned when Taron broke character to look at the table. She shrugged it off as something he thought Caleb would do but deep down, she knew something was going on.

During the lunch break, Karlie, y/n and Sam talked amongst themselves while Taron took off to his trailer. He was still feeling the effects of the glare that y/n gave him, even if it was scripted. He couldn’t shake the feeling that her glare was something she truly felt the need to do and if her words from the previous night were anything to go by, she really loathed him and detested the fact they had to film this scene.

“Hey Taron, come join us.” Sam as he called. Taron started walking toward them but then he stopped. Did he really want to be around y/n right now? Of course he did, who was he kidding? He was a month unto her salacious flame.

“Everything ok?” Sam asked as he handed a coffee to Taron. Taron nodded and sat down.

“Anyone want to get drunk tonight? We have the weekend off.” Karlie asked the small group.

“Yeah, why not.” Sam and Taron replied in unison. Y/n had yet to reply because she was fixated on Taron’s eyes. They held a deep sadness to them. A sadness she had never seen on anyone before. 

Taron started feeling uncomfortable so once again, his teasing words slipped from his lips.

“What about you short stuff?” He asked with a slight chuckle. Y/n grew angry. She had had enough of his constant teasing her. At first she didn’t mind it because it wasn’t incessant but as the days grew into weeks and so on, she became the butt of his jokes. He made fun of her hair and how wavy it got in the southern heat, he made fun of how close together her eyes were, how small her ears were, her accent, how she walked. Everything about her, he’d find some way to tear her down and make her feel worse about herself.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” She shouted at him. Taron sat there stunned. As did Sam and Karlie. 

“Why do you make it your mission to make me feel so insecure about myself. Why do you think it’s funny to make me feel as small as humanly possible?” She started. It felt so good to yell at him and unleash all her feelings on him. She wanted him to know what a scumbag he was being.

“How the fuck would you like it if I made fun of how small your hands are or make fun of the gap in your teeth, or the mark on your neck. To make fun of your accent, how your ears are shaped, how short you are for a man or how your hair resembles that of someone that stuck a fork in a toaster. You’re a dick and I really wish you’d go to hell!” Y/n screamed at him before storming off, letting her tears fall.

Taron sat there and felt his heart break at her words. He never thought his teasing would cause her so much pain but then to have her point out all the things he felt insecure about really made him feel sick. He felt the bile rise in his throat. With Karlie and Sam still looking at him, he got up and left for his trailer. If he didn’t hurry, he’d embarrass himself even further by vomiting in front of everyone.

=

Later that night, y/n opted to sit in the silent corner of the rooftop bar and look out over the city and admire all the twinkling lights below. She was so in her own world that she didn’t hear Taron walk toward her.

He stood there not saying anything and admired how peaceful she looked despite the sad vibes  that vibrated from her.

“If you’ve come to make fun of me some more, I’ll push you off the fucking roof.” She said, not taking her eyes off the lights for fear of crying again.

“Karlie and Sam refuse to talk to me until we work things out.” He admitted. Y/n shook her head in disbelief.

“What is there to work out Taron. You hate me. You made that very clear.” She replied. Taron’s shoulders fell. He felt beyond guilty for making her feel as low as she told him. He honestly never meant to hurt her the way he did.

“Y/n I-” He started before she stood up and stared angrily at him again. Once again, Taron swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I don’t even want to hear your excuses. You’ve been a miserable twat all day.”  She said, walking past him.

“I heard you on the phone.” He blurted out, making y/n stop in her tracks. She turned to look at him.

“What are you talking about?” She asked with confusion. Taron looked at her with the same sadness she had seen earlier in the day.

“I heard you say that I was the scum of the earth and that I make you sick to your stomach. That you’d never be with someone like me.” He told her. Y/n felt her heart sink but that didn’t stop her from being mad at him still.

“And you thought that made it ok to pick on me today or the whole time we’ve been working together?” She said, a little softer. Taron couldn’t find the words to say so he stayed silent.

“Well?” She said. Taron looked up at her and bit his lower lip.

“I saw you standing outside last night and I was going to tell you that I-” He said but stopped himself.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” She stated. 

“I was going to tell you that I like you but then I heard what you said. Seeing you today just reminded me of how you really feel about me and then you had to go and say those things to me this afternoon.” Taron said, trying not to let his tears slip. Y/n saw his chin wobble as he tried to breathe calmly.

“Words are such damaging things, Taron.” She said. He nodded and looked away from her. Y/n sighed and walked closer to him. 

“I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking to my sister about her boyfriend.” She admitted. Taron still didn’t look at her. “I only said your name because she asked me what it was.” She continued.

“You know that if you had actually used your words properly, you would have found that I liked you too.” She told him as she took hold of his hand, making him face her. She could see the impact of her words in the form of tear streaks on his cheeks.

Y/n pulled him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to make you feel insecure. I didn’t realize how much my words affected you until you pointed out my insecurities.” He apologized through his slight sobs. Y/n rubbed his back before looking up at him.

“I’ll make you a deal. If we both promise never to tease each other this way again, I’ll let you kiss me.” Y/n smiled. Taron sniffed and gave it some thought. Y/n watched the cogs in his head turn and smiled to herself. She wiped away his tears and gently pulled him down so that she could kiss his lips. The kiss was tender yet forceful enough for the both of them to feel their admiration and attraction for one another.

They pulled apart and Taron shyly smiled at y/n.

“Deal.” He replied as he leaned in to capture her lips once more.

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#taron egerton imagine #taron egerton #taron egerton fanfic #taronegertonfanfiction

[moldisgoodforyou]

break up songs

a fun lil story in which sophie and the gang drive to michigan for a basketball game. no one asked for this lmao oops to the requests i have in my inbox

wordcount: 2k

“Why do you always sing the breakup songs so loud in the car?”

Sophie paused her Spotify, midway through the chorus of All Too Well (and honestly, how dare he), and raised her eyebrows. “Huh?”

The group was on a three-hour road trip to Ann Arbor for the Ohio State vs. Michigan rivalry basketball game. Rafe insisted on driving (though not before unscrewing the Ohio State license frame from the car), so Sophie naturally got the passenger seat. James and Colin had been asleep in the backseat for the last hour, Colin slumped adorably onto James’ shoulder, despite both of them insisting on not taking the middle seat, but they slowly woke at the jarring silence in the car.

“You have that playlist, that one with the little broken heart emoji, and that’s your go-to every single time we go on a longer drive. Why?”

When Sophie glanced over at Rafe, she noticed a small pout on his lips and he tapped his fingers on the wheel, impatiently waiting for her response. A small smile curved up on her own lips and she held back a giggle. “They’re just songs, Rafe.”

“Well, it’s kind of a shitty reminder.” He paused, really trying to drive his point home. “Of when you broke up with me.”

“Oh my god.” She rolled her eyes and James and Colin perked up in the backseat, interested to hear the transpiring argument.

“C’mon, Sophie -”

“I did not break up with you -”

“Did so!” Rafe insisted, reaching over to poke at her side.

She grabbed at his hand, pushing it back to his side of the car. “I did not! You offered a break, and I took it, but we never actually broke up.”

“Ooh, Mom and Dad are fighting.” James stage-whispered to Colin, but still loud enough so everyone in the car could hear.

“Eyes on the road, Cameron.” Colin piped up and Rafe simply flipped him off from the front seat, then poked her side again, grinning when she yelped. “Exactly my point, Soph, you broke up with me for two whole weeks. It sucked.”

“It’s true, I’ve never seen him in worse shape.” James interjected helpfully, laughing when Rafe shot him a pointed glare in the rearview mirror. “That’s not true.”

“Is so. Sophie, friend, have you ever seen the Da Vinci Code?” James grinned.

She turned in the front seat, ignoring Rafe’s annoying wandering hands trying to distract her. “No, this fucker won’t let me watch with him.” Once she noticed a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips she quickly pointed a warning finger at him. “Don’t say it.”

“Wasn’t gonna say a thing, darling.” He raised his eyebrows at her in a challenge.

“I hate when you call me that.” She grumbled, turning her attention back to James. “What were you saying?”

Rafe caught his eye in the rearview mirror again, expression impassive. “Don’t tell her or I’m telling standards you broke the mirror in the front hall.”

James dropped his grin, sinking back into his seat with a sullen frown. “That’s low, Cameron.”

“That’s fine. Colin?”

Colin laughed, knowing Rafe had nothing on him - at least, nothing that would incriminate him against their fraternity’s standards council. “The female lead’s name is Sophie and he watched it four times. James had to take the DVD and break it so he wouldn’t watch it anymore.”

Rafe scowled. “Four times is an exaggeration. I watched it twice. Maybe.”

“He’s lying.” Colin told her, matter-of-fact.

“I’m not. Anyway, my point is, I don’t want to hear that damn song about the driving girl and the blonde girl anymore. Put on a happy song.”

“Driver’s License is a fucking masterpiece and I’m sorry you can’t recognize that.” She shot back.

“Sophie.” He warned, swatting her hand away as she went to turn up the radio.

“Fine.” Sophie scrolled through her playlist, eyes narrowing, then beamed as she settled on a song.

Rafe groaned as the opening guitar riff of Go Your Own Way sounded through the speakers.

_____

The rest of the drive consisted of the four arguing over what actually consisted of a breakup song, James insisting Rafe pull over the second they crossed the Michigan border just so he could pee in ‘enemy territory,’ and Rafe paying way too much for parking at the Kappa Alpha Theta house at Michigan. (It was closest to the arena so they could walk, and fine, Sophie allowed a little bit of flirting on his end just so he could convince the girl to let her rivals park in the lot.)

Despite Rafe’s protests, Sophie wore her jersey proudly as they walked to the arena, leaving her jacket in the car while the three boys kept theirs dutifully zipped. She ignored every little glance she got, while Rafe noticed every single one, holding her hand a little tighter each time. They made it into the arena without incident and found company with a small group of Ohio State fans also donning jerseys or other spiritwear. 

As the lights dimmed slightly for the intro video on the jumbotron, Sophie dug into her sports bra and surreptitiously pulled out four small shooters - of tequila, no less. Rafe couldn’t help but beam proudly. “Atta girl.” She laughed and handed them out, then ducked down to take hers quickly. “You’re welcome, boys.” 

The four cheered loudly - Sophie, a little too loudly - as the Ohio State players were announced. Soon after, the Michigan players were announced to the tune of their fight song, and Sophie perked up a little at the mention of Brandon Johns. “Oh, hey, I know him.” 

“You do? I thought you hated everyone that went here.” James asked, cocking his head. 

“Oh, I do.” She nodded in agreement. 

“So how do you know him?” Colin questioned. 

Sophie waited until the ball was tipped to answer the question, a few beats too long of a pause. “...We almost hooked up.” She dropped nonchalantly, with a casual shrug. 

“Sorry, you what?” Rafe demanded, his surprise making him too loud for the surrounding crowd, some of who shot him dirty looks. She laughed and nudged his shoulder. “C’mon, pay attention.” 

“Wait, huh? Did I hear you right?” Colin asked, wearing a matching confused expression with the rest of the boys. 

“Yes, you heard me - pay attention, support the team!” She teased, letting out a whoop when Ohio State scored. They went back to paying attention, although a little barb of jealousy poked Rafe every time Brandon Johns got the ball, and he whistled especially loud every time he was up for a free throw. At halftime, they weren’t doing too hot, and James sighed. “Do you have any more alc in that magic bra of yours?” 

“Sadly, no.” She shook her head and Rafe slung his arm around her shoulders, kissing the crown of her head. “Maybe we should have saved ‘em to drown our sorrows.” 

“It’s only halftime, we’re fine.” Colin reassured them. “Besides, I want to hear your story.” 

“My story?” Sophie quirked her brow and James nodded. “Oh yeah, I forgot, I want to hear about Brandon.”  

“Do we really need the story?” Rafe grumbled, getting all protective. 

She laughed and ignored him, clearly loving the opportunity for attention. “There’s not much of a story. He was in town for the rivalry game last year, the night before the game. I was a little drunk -” 

“A little?” James smirked. 

“Well, okay, maybe more than a little. I didn’t recognize him in the bar when he was flirting, I just noticed he was fucking giant, but didn’t really put two and two together.” She paused, sparing a glance at Rafe as her cheeks turned a little red. “I was about to, um, take him home, but he mentioned he wouldn’t be able to stay that long while we were waiting for the Uber.” 

“Because of the game.” Colin deduced. 

“Yeah, exactly. Then some kid came up to him, asking for a picture, and I realized who he was. So I took the Uber home alone and left him on the sidewalk.” 

“Cold, Soph.” Rafe grinned, pleased the story ended there. He wrapped both arms around her from behind, pulling her to lean against his chest.

“Well I wasn’t going to be a traitor. Also, he’s not the best kisser. The height was kind of awkward, you know?” She shrugged and Colin and James cackled while Rafe put his hand over her mouth. “Okay, stop, I don’t want to hear about you with other guys.”

“Nothing happened, and I’ve sure you have your fair share of stories too.” She pointed out. 

“Not quite.” James mumbled, turning away with a small smirk as Rafe shot him a warning glare. Sophie was about to question it until she felt his arms tighten around her a little more, and decided not to push it. 

“You think he remembers you?” Colin asked, laughing as Rafe yelled even louder as Brandon went up for another free throw, his nose wrinkling when he made the shot anyways. 

“Probably not, he probably hooks up with some girl at every away game.” She shrugged.

“You’re pretty memorable.” Rafe argued, pressing a kiss to her temple, arms still around her waist as she leaned against him. 

“You two are different, Cameron, you pined after her for years.” James pointed out and Rafe rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, well, can you blame me?” 

“Sap.” She accused, elbowing him gently in the stomach. He grinned and ghosted his fingers along her side, making her shiver. “Just for you.” 

“Okay, lovebirds, tone it down until we’re home. Rafe, you’re fucking whipped.” Colin teased. When Sophie laughed, he raised his eyebrows. “You're bad too, the two of you flirt daily like you’re trying to get in each other’s bed for the first time.” 

“Lighten up, Colin, it’s young love. Go get laid and you’ll understand.” James chirped good-naturedly. By the end of the game, they were all hoarse and worn out, disappointed by the close loss. Rafe insisted upon Sophie wearing his jacket on the way out and walk back to cover her jersey, just so she didn’t get any unnecessary comments yelled at her (though he was more worried about her trying to snap back at them than whatever they might say).

“I call shotgun!” James yelled once they got close enough to the car, racing Sophie to the door and elbowing her out of the way. Colin laughed and held out his hand. “Want me to drive?” 

“What, Colin, you don’t want to nap with me in the back?” Sophie teased, sliding into the backseat. Rafe handed over the keys and pulled her into the middle seat so she could lean on him on the way home. “Not on my watch.” It only took twenty minutes and a few chill songs from James’ playlist before she was nodding off, curling into his side. 

Rafe eventually contributed less and less to the conversation up front, trying not to wake Sophie, until he caved and fell asleep with his head resting on hers. Naturally, the boys took several live photos of them for blackmail, especially when Rafe grumbled in his sleep and pulled her closer to him. 

Sophie reluctantly kissed him goodbye and waved to the boys once they dropped her off at home, still half asleep. In the short time it took her to get ready for bed and crawl under the covers, she had received a couple texts from Rafe. 

Rafe: Today was fun 

Rafe: I’m glad you’re friends with my friends 

Rafe: *link to Spotify* 

She had to laugh when she clicked on the link to a custom playlist by him, aptly titled ‘songs you’re allowed to sing in the car with me.’ Only one song from her breakup playlist slipped through, because it was one of Rafe’s favorites - Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. 

#if you know brandon johns personally no you don't #i just picked a random man off the roster ok #trying to stay accurate but not relevant so #ignore that fun fact if you happen to be a umich fan lmao #rafe x sophie #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fanfic #college rafe #frat rafe #mine #obx fanfic #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #was this a bad ending? yes! do i not know how to end fics properly? yes! #also i didn't edit this at allllll #so #oh well

[rafeswife]

CHAPTER ONE

Don’t forget to call me when you make it there safe!”

My mom yelled out at me as I scrambled to the door in a rush. A bag was on my shoulder full of hidden alcohol I had wrapped inside of towels, along with some snacks. I was currently on the way to see the pogues, unknowing to my mother who thought I was visiting the Cameron’s with baked goods.

I had lived in the Outerbanks for only a few weeks and the slang I had accumulated from hanging around the island still felt alien to me. My mother was a Interior Designer for one of the biggest home renovating shows in America, so moving around was nothing out of the ordinary for me. We had traveled from California to Ohio and my mothers next big project was none other then the North Carolina coast.

I had only met few people in my time on the island. On the second night of my stay I was greeted by a blonde girl who I soon placed as Sarah Cameron. The resident princess of the island; at least thats what I picked up on from listening to the Pogues. She was kind to me, it was a short exchange at the market. She recognized me as someone who wasn’t local and told me to text her if I ever needed help finding my way around the Outerbanks. We exchanged numbers and she left in a car of others in a rush.

Bringing me to my very first group of people I met on the island. My new house was in a place called Figure 8 and my next door neighbor was Kiera Carrera. One day while I was moving boxes into my house, I looked back and saw a Kiera on her porch she was in some sort of argument with her parents. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but their voices were anything but quiet. She was in a fight with her parents as she made her way down the steps. They shouted words that I didn’t understand at the time like “pogues” and “kooks” and “midsummars”.

All I knew was that I had been through what she had and I wanted to tell her it was going to be okay. Although it was none of my business, I waited for her parents to go inside as I placed the box of antiques down and made my way to the curb she sat on. I spoke to her about my parents divorce and I told her that it was okay to feel the way she was feeling. Our exchange led to her inviting me to her friend John Bs house. I don’t know why they added the B in John but I didn’t bother to ask. I met John B, and two other guys at his house. It gave me a close feel to a cabin with a tropic twist if that makes sense. John B was genuine, he told me stories of his father and welcomed me into his home with his arms open. On the other hand JJ was skeptical at first taking a minute to warm up to me because of the place where my home resided. He explained to me how the Kooks were selfish, rich people and the Pogues were the ones always ready for a good time on the island. He was fairly good looking but I shook away that thought because I could feel tension between him and Kiera. He then offered me a drink and told a few jokes that made me ugly laugh. Pope was the last boy I was acquainted with, he struck me as intelligent and determined. He seemed more worried of what I thought of them, telling JJ to calm down at times and asking Kiera questions about me. Overall the group and I had a good time and I left a good enough impression to be invited back.

Which leads me back to where I was headed. Kie invited me to a giant get together, they called it a Kegger which was just a party in Pogue language. I hopped inside my car and made my way to the beach, looking for a spot that others hadn’t found out about yet and parking. Shutting my car door and hitting the locks, I slung my backpack around me and followed the crowd. Which would’ve been the only way I knew where I was going if it wasn’t for the massive bonfire that was radiating smoke. I walked down to the secluded area and around the corner of a building saw hundreds and hundreds of people.

this has to be half of the town.

Quickly my anxiety began to creep up inside of me. As strange as it sounded because I moved all the time, I was very nervous around new people. Taking my shoes off of my newly tanned feet I stepped into the sand. I searched the beach squinting looking for the familiar faces of John B or Kiera but I was out of luck. I excused my way through strangers hoping I would run into one of the four Pogues. Digging my fingers into my hands and tugging at my backpack, I began to grow impatient.

Suddenly interrupting me from my intruding thoughts was a warm substance seeping down my white top. My eyes were met with a tall boy, who’s shoulders were broad and hair was slicked back. He held a bottle of beer in his hand as his blue eyes were set on my top.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!”

I blurted out, it was my fault he had spilt his drink after all. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going causing me to ram into the guy.

“I should be the one apologizing, here come with me my sister probably has a extra shirt.”

He then proceeded to grabbing my hand and pulling me through the crowd of guests.

This guy was really hot if I had to admit, his collared polo complimented his body and his hands were filled with veins. Not to mention he had on a ring, A RING! I normally didn’t try to involve myself with boys because of how much I moved around. Having to leave the last boyfriend I had behind was gut wrenching, but… I could make an exception. It had been forever since I had been with any guy and I was craving something a little more than holding hands.

As we pushed past the final few people we stopped around and empty area. The boy looked off into the distance at a girl on top of some sort of wooden post and a blonde guy struggling to get her to come down. In fact, I knew that girl. It was-

“Sarah! Come here!”

I was startled by the loud outburst beside me. Sarah was his sister… That must’ve meant he was Rafe. Dammit.

flashback

“Every Kook is BAD, now repeat after me”

JJ had a very strong opinion about the richer class, I wonder what the reason was. What about Sarah Cameron, she seemed sweet.

“I met this girl named Sarah the other day, she was actually really welcoming.”

“Sarah CAMERON?”

Kiera blurted in sort of a grimace. She didn’t seem to be too fond of her.

“Sarah Cameron is the epitome of a snobby, entitled little brat. She always gets whatever she wants and doesn’t care about anyone other then herself.”

Kiera seemed to share a popular opinion amongst the Pogues based on their reaction to her outburst. They all nodded their heads in unison.

“Don’t even get me started on her brother Rafe! He is even worse, he treats the Pogues like shit and gets away with it every single time because he goes crying to his daddy.”

Her opinions on the two struck me as cruel. I didn’t know the two so clearly I couldn’t just defend them but, I didn’t like the way the Pogues spoke so poorly of the Kooks. It seemed wrong. Especially because when I met Sarah she was anything but a “brat”.

“Just don’t get involved with them. For your own good.”

JJ said, I could tell he was amused with making fun of the Cameron siblings. John B looked at my face and could tell something was off.

“Alright, Alright, I think you guys are started to scare the girl. Let’s go check out the waves.”

end of flashback

Sarah jumped off the pole without any regrets swinging around in what I assumed to be her boyfriends arms and making her way over to the two of us.

“Yes Rafe. What is so important that-“

Her gaze met mine.

“Alexis!”

She pulled me in for a hug quickly, my nose whiffing the smell of alcohol on her. Or on me.

“Hey Sarah”

“What happened!”

She exclaimed looking down at my shirt that was stuck to my skin.

“It was an accident,”

Rafe butted in.

“Rafe.”

She drug out in anger.

“We haven’t even met the girl for more than a second and you already have spilt your drink on her. Typical.”

I looked over at Rafe in pity for a split second but then I remembered this was a sibling thing to do. It was normal for brothers and sisters to argue, I didn’t know much about it because I was an only child.

“Shut up Sarah”

“It was my fault honestly, I wasn’t watching where I was walking.”

I nervously broke the tension. They both looked at me for a split second and then the silence was stopped by Sarah taking her shirt off. I was surprised by the Cameron girls boldness.

“Chill out girl, I’ve got a swimsuit and from the looks of it you don’t plus since Rafe did this too you he can kindly take you to his car so you can change.”

Sarah tossed me the top and ran for the water waving a goodbye with a warm smile. She was gorgeous, and she made me feel good. The Pogues seemed closed minded, and my views on things were beginning to shift since they were no where in sight, even though they said they were going to meet me here. Adding onto my perspective was the fact that Sarah and Rafe were there.

“She’s a handful. I’m Rafe by the way, which you probably gathered.”

His eyes were a little red, he must have been smoking. His voice seemed a little droopy but it was still sexy. My feet followed the direction of his as I held the shirt in my hand.

“Nice to meet you, Rafe. I’m Alexis.”

My voice was a bit shaky but confident. I liked to sound confident when I met others even though I wasn’t. We shortly arrived at his jeep, and he unlocked the doors.

“Can I put this bag down somewhere?”

I said picking the heavy weight off of my shoulder.

“Yeah, here let me see it.”

I rubbed my sore skin as he grabbed the bag and sat it in the trunk.

“Beer in the towels, huh?”

I looked back at him.

“Hey, who said you could be nosy?”

I playfully smiled at him.

“No one, but I was just curious what you were carrying around, I mean for all I know it could’ve been drugs.”

“You probably would’ve been happier with that outcome, huh?”

He laughed. His laugh. Holy shit his laugh. It was so hot.

“Can you grab me a drink?, I need one”

I asked desperately.

“If I can snatch one too then deal”

I nodded at his remark and hopped inside of his car grabbing the drink from his hand. I sat the drink in a cup holder as I took my soaked shirt off. I sat it to the side and then looked at my bra.

“Shit”

It was soaked too, I took it off as well praying it wasn’t getting any colder tonight as I slipped on the yellow tank top Sarah gave me.

I grabbed my drink, took a swig and opened the car door. I looked out and Rafe was already crushing his can sitting on the hood of the car.

“Want another?”

I offered reaching in my bag and extending my hand. He turned his head and looked at me for a few seconds. My hand waiting for release from the beverage but it never came. Then I realized why as I looked down at my shirt. You could see through. Before I looked back up he grabbed the drink clearly as embarrassed as I was.

“Yeah uh sorry”

His hand scratching the back of his neck as he opened the can. I brushed off the exchange and got up on the hood of his car with him looking at the party from afar taking another sip.

“So, you’re new ay?”

Rafe said.

“Yeah, I just moved here a couple of weeks ago.”

He wasn’t making eye contact with me and neither was I. It wasn’t uncomfortable though. The scenery was calm. The stars looked perfect and the sound of the faded party and waves were in perfect harmony.

“Who invited you here?”

“Just some people I met, they told me they would meet me but didn’t follow through.”

“Screw them. You should come hang out with us.”

His invite made me feel warm. I looked over at him taking a sip of the drink, I watched as it gilded down his throat. His adam’s apple bobbing. He was a masterpiece. I must’ve been looking a little too long because he whipped his head around at me. I quickly averted my gaze away embarrassed.

“Yeah I will definitely take you up on that offer, I can’t stand unreliable people.”

We were close. His hand smoothed it way to my knee. Yes please.

“Neither can I, good thing we are reliable. Even got you a new shirt.”

He stared back down as he made this statement clearly looking at my boobs. Quite frankly I was flattered.

“Eyes are up here buddy boy”

I cringed at my own words but being a couple of drinks in at this point I didn’t care.

“I know”

He said. His hand slid a little further up my leg placing on my thigh. Higher. and higher.

“You have a boyfriend?”

He asked, I laughed at this. Hard. My laugh was one of those laughs that sounded so stupid other people would laugh at it. So as I kept laughing he began to laugh as well.

“w-what”

His high was probably making my laugh sound even more strange then it already was.

“Nothing just that question is funny.”

BOOM

Both of us flinched as we looked away from eachother. That was a gun shot. I frantically got up.

“What the fuck, we need to get out of here”

Rafe yelled. I looked at him in a panic.

“What about Sarah!”

I shouted back.

“We will grab her in the car, now get in.”

The Pogues were still down there. I looked at Rafe as he sat in the car and looked down at all the people running away from the scene. I had to make a decision quickly.

The Kooks or The Pogues



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[lunarliza]

Dirty Little Secret | Chapter 3: Bandanas

fuckbuddy!JJ x Kook!Reader

series masterlist | prev. chapter | chapter one

You and JJ are fuck buddies- strictly physical. But what happens when you find yourself falling more and more for everyone’s favorite golden boy even though all he can see you as is a spoiled rich girl?

Your eyes peeled open. You groaned at the lack of sleep as you shifted to your bedside table to check your phone. Almost immediately after your rendezvous the night before, JJ dashed out the window, leaving you to drift to sleep. 

Sometimes, you’d get this weird feeling after he would leave so quickly- like you were being used. Well, you were, but you hated feeling like it. It was like a comedown after the euphoria of sex and it didn’t always feel the best, but you dealt with it. It had be going on for almost three months; you were way too in over your head at this point. 

You sighed, staring at the wall across your bed, thinking back to the remnants of that first night. How nasty and humid the air felt as you both rejoined the party after like nothing happened: 

“You can’t tell anyone about what just happened,” JJ stated as he fixed his shorts. 

His words did pierce you slightly, but you put on a front nevertheless. “Please, I’d rather be caught dead than with you.” 

He chuckled to himself as you both trudged down the beach. “That’s not what I heard back there princess.” 

It didn’t take long for your parents to blow up your phone that night, seeing it was 3 a.m. and their daughter was nowhere to be found. You came home with the smell of alcohol emitting through your clothes.You only hoped you had wiped off enough smeared mascara on the car ride home to deter them. Your mother read you the riot act as Ted stood in the corner of the kitchen. She screamed and hollered before her palm finally came in contact with your cheek. 

The following Monday, you ditched last period and drove over to The Cut, hoping to come across JJ. Driving along a narrow street, you see the shirtless golden boy mowing the lawn in a small yard. Pulling up, you rolled the windows down while a devilish grin snaked its way to his lips once he caught sight of you.

“Couldn’t stay away from me huh?”

You glared at him. “Just shut up and get in.” 

Shutting off the lawn mower, he hopped in your car, smelling of sweat and freshly cut grass . 

“Look,” you began, fiddling with the ends of your blouse, “I’m not looking for anything serious.” 

JJ’s finger tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. It was different seeing them in broad daylight. He didn’t seem like some sleazy Pogue you met at a party. He actually reminded you of a puppy... an annoying one with anger issues. 

“I understand if-” 

“No, I get you,” he answered, biting his lower lip. “After the way we fucked that night, I’m down to... go at it again.” 

“Okay but we need rules,” you insisted to which he rolled his eyes. “What’s with chicks and rules?” 

“This island is small and talk gets around. No one can know about us.” 

“Well duh.” He gave you an annoyed look. “You may think you’re all that and a bag of chips but my friends would totally clown me if they found out I was with a Kook, much less you.” 

“Oh please! What do you even know about me?” you retorted, not having his attitude outburst. 

“Y/n, you’re like bitchiest of them all,” he replied snarkily and your eyes met the ceiling of your car. “Not even the Kooks like you.” 

“Shut up, asshole.” You tried to hide the hurt from the fact that even he knew about your reputation. “Anyways, rule number two: we have to meet on Figure Eight.” 

“Hell no, why do I have to haul my ass to you?” 

You sighed heavily, gripping the bottom of the steering wheel. “My stepdad will literally kill me if he finds me here. Look, I know all the hiding places there and I’ll even get you a keycard to get in through the gate.” 

JJ smiled to himself. “Kill you huh? And yet, here you are, coming here, practically begging for me to fuck you. What will daddy think about that?” 

You contemplated punching him in that moment. “Don’t flatter yourself. You followed me that night remember?” 

JJ shrugged, leaning back in the seat. “I thought you were a touron. It was dark- sue me. Anyways, fine! We meet at the Eight. Anything else?” 

“This goes without saying, but absolutely no feelings,” you stated sternly as JJ snorted. 

“Oh princess, you do not have to worry about that whatsoever.” 

“Fine then, it’s a deal.” 

You both shook on it. JJ held onto your hand a moment longer to tug you onto the passenger seat, colliding his lips with yours. It didn’t take you both very long to undress and climb into the back seat afterwards.

A loud knock on your bedroom door startled you. “Y/n! Breakfast in ten minutes!” 

Peeling off your duvet, you leaped out of bed and started doing some small stretches until you noticed a jumbled up grey bandana on your window seat. 

“Fucking kid,” you muttered to yourself before reaching for it and throwing it in a bin on your shelf. 

JJ was klepto alright. He also had a terrible habit of leaving shit everywhere he went. If he tried to rob a bank, he’d be caught in seconds because he’d leave some trace of him. Over the course of your agreement you unintentionally started making a collection of the things he left. What started out as a bracelet on your nightstand grew to socks, lighters, hats, sunglasses, tank tops, and the occasional perfectly rolled joint (that he’d never see again). You always meant to give back all the shit he left, but he’d always leave so hurriedly that you’d forget and the collection would just grow. 

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“Jade!” you blurted unexpectedly as you strolled into the kitchen. “What are you doing here?” 

The small brunette sat next to your mother at the table, halfway done with her breakfast plate. She flashed you her killer sunny smile as your mom chimed in from her seat. “Jade here was in the neighborhood and wanted to take you on a boat ride this morning with the Cameron family.” 

“It’ll be fun y/n!” she insisted, kicking her tiny legs that didn’t reach the floor.

You were a little confused as to why you were invited to hang out with the Cameron kids seeing as they have always ignored you at school and every event. Jade caught on and threw you a look that said ‘just go with it’. 

“Um, yeah. I’m really excited to hang out with uh- Sierra and Ra- her brother,” you babbled, earning yourself an ‘Are you fucking kidding me’ look. You shrugged your shoulders, helping yourself to some eggs and pancakes. 

“Well sweetie, I think it’s great that you’re getting to know more people around here! Don’t forget you do need an escort for the Debutante Ball in a few weeks so maybe you can ask the Cameron boy to take you,” your mother suggested and Jade nearly spit out her fruit at the mention of it.  

You closed your eyes, sighing. “Yes, of course mother.” 

“So when were you going to tell me you’re a debutante!” Jade cackled as you both made way to the Camerons’ boat along the dock.  

“If you ever mention it again, I will personally slit your throat.” 

“You! You y/n of all people!” She had to suppress her laughter to a fit of giggles. “So wait, you’ve been going to Chapel Hill all this time to learn how to ballroom dance and do all that?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yes! I told you my mother is actually insane. Anyways, what are we doing hanging out with the Camerons anyways? I thought you hated their sister.” 

“I do,” Jade responded as-a-matter-of-factly, “It’s the brother that’s delicious. Oh- and Sarah won’t be there and neither will their dad or any of their family really. It’s just going to be Rafe and a couple of his friends. He told me to bring some friends too so it won’t be awkward.” 

“And you chose me of all people? Jade, you have plenty of other very sociable friends you could have brought.” 

“Shut up y/n! You’re hot as shit okay! You just need to get out there more and meet people. Maybe then you won’t hate it here so much. Trust me, once you experience the OBX the right way, you’ll absolutely love it.” 

You crinkled your nose at her. “You’re just as insane as my mother.”  

“Come on! There are hot guys wanting to take us on their very nice boats. It’s free drinks and maybe some food,” she promised. 

You groaned. “Fine, but if any of them make an unsolicited move on me, I’m jumping overboard and swimming home. Also, now that I think about it, isn’t Rafe like way too old to be hanging around us?” 

Jade shrugged. “A little age never hurt nobody.” The boys whooped as Jade made her grand entrance onto their very large white boat as you trailed behind. Another thing you weren’t well versed in since moving here- boats. To you it was just big and small, windows and no windows, motor and no motor, but it was like a language here. When everyone would start rambling off about engines and fishing and whatnot you would just kindly smile and nod until they got the hint and walked away. 

“Who’s your friend McCoy?” a tall boy with slicked back hair asked Jade as he enclosed an arm around her waist. 

“Rafe, this is y/n! She moved here in October and lives on the east end of the Eight.” 

So this was the famous Rafe Cameron. You’d seen him a couple times golfing with Ted when you would hide away in the golf cart on your phone. Ted would mention a few times about how he was trouble and, telling by the way he still hung out with high schoolers at almost 20 years old, you believed it. 

You smiled uneasily and gave him a tiny wave as two other guys emerged from the front with a cooler. They both coordinated with the colorful short-shorts and printed button ups. They also wore those God-awful tinted sunglasses with the band connecting the backs. You recognized them from school- Topper and Kelce.

“Oh hey y/n,” they greeted tensely, each giving you an awkward smile and one-armed hug. You were in shock they knew your name even.

“McCoy, did you bring anyone else?” Kelce asked, totally not making it obvious of your unwanted presence. 

Not even the Kooks like you. 

You knew you’d have a hard time the moment you stepped foot onto Figure Eight. You had a very humble upbringing, which was unfathomable to the kids at school, so it was hard for you to make any real friends besides Jade. During the school year, you ate lunch by yourself and sprinted home as soon as the final bell rang. It got to a point where, when anyone would try to talk to you, you’d either roll your eyes or just simply ignore them. 

“Nope! Just me and my girl.” Jade flung an arm around your shoulder and handed you a beer. She raised her eyebrows at you to check if you were okay, and you smiled reassuringly, taking the bottle. 

“Let’s hope she knows how to hang,” Topper added as he started the engine on the boat. 

You sipped on your beer as you rode down the marsh. Kelce tried to make small talk with you as Topper drove and Jade macked on Rafe. It actually wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, Kelce did have the occasional funny story or witty thing to say even if it was about swinging a golf club or purchasing some extravagant item no one ever needed. 

“Woah Pogue alert,” you heard Topper warn as he steered next to a smaller boat hanging on the side

You glanced over and immediately met eyes with JJ who was casually laying back with his friends- two dudes and a girl. When he wasn’t acting like a complete jerk, he actually looked down to earth and kind of innocent. Cans of cheap beer littered their deck and a cute little ‘HMS Pogue’ lettering hung from the back. 

You turned back to Kelce, thinking it was just a quick pass by until you heard something thump on the side of the boat from their side. 

“Fucking rats!” Rafe barked at the group and hurled an open can of beer over towards them. 

“That’s for the van you sons of bitches!” you heard JJ holler as Topper slowed down the boat so they were eye-to-eye. 

“Hey that’s payback! I know it was you that fucked up my bike, filthy Pogue!” Topper snarled, pointing at JJ, tumbling more shit in their direction. 

The throwing escalated into an all-out war. You screamed and joined Jade who was clearly outraged as she ducked under the cooler for cover. 

“Rafe, just fucking drop it and let’s go! You’re wasting shit at this point,” she urged also throwing Topper a stern look to get moving.  

“This isn’t over!” Rafe roared at the group as Topper sped up the engine again. 

“That’s right, just ride along you fucking Kooks! And take your hoes with you!” JJ shouted. 

You threw a glare his way at the vulgar name he called you and stuck up middle fingers his way, sailing off. 

Fucking tool. 

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chapter four

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Family Meeting - jj maybank × reader {one shot}

Summary: for the first time you decide to take your pogue boyfriend at your family's annual meeting, and let's say that your relatives didn't have the best reactions in the world.

Pairing: jj maybank × kook!reader

Warnings: language, underage drinking, mentions of hook ups?, "drunk" driving [IF YOU DRINK DON'T DRIVE]

Word count: 3.3K (is this big? idk)

A/N: hell yeah, i'm a shitty writer. Y/f/n means "your full name" btw

not my gif, credits to the owner ;)

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Your surname is pretty infamous at the Outer Banks, your dad owns one of the biggest parts of Tannyhill, what makes you full kook. That's why you always lived in that shitty bubble wrap, you understand that living in the Figure 8 gave you privileges that you wouldn't have if you lived on the south side, and you hate the fact that everyone around you always pretend that everything is perfect when there are people to miles from there surviving from water and bread. But, as a blessing, a while ago your friend Sarah Cameron started dating John B, a Pogue guy who worked for the Cameron's, and you also started to hang out with them, and that's where your life started. At first your parents didn't liked your "new life", but they also did nothing to stop you (probably because they knew you would find a way to sneak out). You found your real crew with the Pogues, they were very receptive with you, John B is really kind and fun (way better than Topper, Sarah's ex boyfriend); Kie became your third musketeer, she's smart and is always there for you; Pope is your favorite nerd eveeer, y'all would be screwed without him. And last but not least, JJ Maybank, at first you thought he was cute, at second that he was a stubborn dumbass, and third? Oh, third you've fallen in love with him.

That's what brings you here, getting dressed for the Y/l/n's annual meeting at the Country Club, while JJ, your actual boyfriend is sitting on your bed with a messy hair and a clumsy suit. This meeting is nothing but a bullshit that your parents "require" you to go every year, you actually don't like it a lot, but today you are especially excited, you can't wait to see all your old aunts and envious cousins staring at you, when you arrive holding hands with your Pogue boyfriend. The most handsome Pogue of this island.

"Hey, J, which one is better, this one or this one?" you asked showing him your hands, each one holding a different pair of earrings.

"Hmm, this one." he pointed to your left hand with a smirk after carefully observed both the jewels.

You whispered a "thanks" and turned back to the mirror, putting the bright jewels on your ears. You were giving a last check on your marine blue dress, when you heard a knock at your half opened door.

"We're waiting for you kids." your dad tried to disguise the complain with a smirk.

"Sorry for the delay, dad, you know how long it takes for me to get ready." you pouted leaning on the door "But you and mom can go ahead, JJ and I will go with my car in a little while." you looked at your boyfriend and smiled when he waved to your father.

"You sure?" you quickly nodded "Okay then, see you there." the gray haired man sighed and went down the stairs.

"Thank you, daddy." you murmured but he definitely didn't listened.

"Can you just don't call him daddy when I'm around? It's kinda awkward." he slyly said when stood up from your bed.

You giggled rolling your eyes and walked towards him, looking up to stare his blue eyes "I never thought I would live to see JJ Maybank wearing a suit." you joked.

He just looked away and gave a shy laugh, while you delicately straightened his tie and collar. As much as you are excited, you don't see the same in JJ's expression, let's say he is not extremely comfortable in the middle of the Lion's den, as the Pogues call places with many Kooks.

"Come on babe, spit it out, what's wrong?" you ask kindly wrapping arms around his neck.

He shook his head hesitating to speak, but only with your gaze he eventually convinced himself that you wouldn't let it go unnoticed.

"Are you sure you want me to go? I mean, it's a family thing and-" he was about to vent put you stopped him.

"You are part of my family, JJ." you smiled placing a small kiss on his lips.

"Say it to your father, at this time he must be bad-mouthing me for the rest of your family." he complained snorting.

"So what?" you intertwined each other's fingers on both hands "Look, JJ, I don't care about what my father thinks and says about you, I just want to show up there holding your hand and telling everyone that you are the guy by whom I fell in love, and fuck what those idiots will think! It'll always be you." you sighed relieved after you vent all that was in your throat.

"Wow, unexpected PDA from my little girl uh?" you felt the heat blushing your cheeks, but he immediately filled your face with plenty kisses.

"I meant it, J, I meant it!" you both laughed when you tried to escape from his lips "Let's just go there and enjoy us, eat those weird foods, drink expensive drinks and if it gets too boring we can leave, okay?"

"Fine, fine, I'll go." he rolled his eyes pretending to be angry with you.

You held the boy's cheeks joining his lips lovingly and jumped up to the chair where your purse was hanging.

"I can't wait to see the faces of my envious cousins when they see me coming with the hottest guy on the Outer Banks." you sent a wink and asked him to follow you downstairs.

You drove all the way to the Country Club and when you got there you already saw all the chic decor and the other cars that were in the parking lot. JJ seemed to be nervous again, dangling his legs and biting his nails, but holding your hand before entering the party was what helped him to be calm. As soon as you took the first step, you were surrounded by the looks of everyone, some from close relatives who looked disappointed, and others from people you didn't even know were family members. Soon in the entrance hall you met your parents, talking to one of your aunts, when you were a child you gave her a loving nickname, auntie witchie.

"Hi dad, hi mom! I didn't know that half of Outer Banks was now our family." you teased kissing your parents cheeks.

"Less, Y/n." your father whispered discretely.

"Oh, Auntie Mary! How long I haven't seen you!" you greeted your aunt with an exaggerated (and false) smile.

The lady returned the smile but soon frowned as she spotted the messy blonde hair right behind you, even in a suit JJ was still clearly a Pogue.

"Let me introduce you, this is JJ, my boyfriend!" the boy politely kissed the top of your aunt's hand "I don't think you will need to worry about my relationships anymore."

You smiled confidently exchanging looks at the boy as your aunt seemed to analyze and judge every inch of him with a disgust feature. She looked at your parents and they just sighed and shrug.

"Y/n, darling, can I talk to you for a second?" you nodded in response and your aunt pulled you 2 steps to the side, which did not help from anything if she wanted a conversation reserved.

"What happened?" you asked as if you didn't knew what was coming.

"Is this boy really your boyfriend?" you nodded again, always smiling "And is he a-"

"A Pogue? Yes, he is a Pogue." you cut her even before she could finish the question "Any problem?"

"No, dear, but I mean, don't you think you should look some more? I don't know, someone here in Figure 8, with a good surname, I always thought that you would make a beautiful couple with the Cameron's prodigal son." you sighed thinking about a polite answer for the lady.

"I'm sorry, auntie, but you are completely wrong. I don't need to look anymore, JJ is definitely my lobster." you smiled leaving her confused with your words.

You turned your back politely and pulled JJ by the hand, with the intention of literally walking with him around the room and telling as many people as possible that this handsome blonde, mop headed Pogue is your boyfriend. While walking around the space you drank a few drinks, teased some people and received many, many looks of judgment. In addition to some cousins of yours commenting things like "I heard he was that crazy guy who shouted a gun at the Boneyard". But you couldn't care less, even more after some doses of alcohol.

"I need to go to the bathroom, stay here, it'll only take a sec." you gave a kiss on JJ's cheek before leaving him near the bar counter.

You were on your way back from the bathrooms when bumped into someone. It was Amber, she is your cousin, but you two didn't always get along. One time when you were 7, she threw your plush turtle in the pool and as revenge you stuck chewing gum in her hair. There was also the time when you were in 8th grade and she told your mom that you and Sarah went to Topper's house at night to drink vodka with powdered juice. Well, after that you have distanced and now when you meet by chance you pretend to like each other.

"I'm sorry!" she said with that annoying voice "Oh my God, Y/n, is that you?"

"Yes, cousin, it's me!" you smiled pretending to be excited.

"Look at you! You mean you have boobs now?" yeah, and my boyfriend loves them! okay, that's what you thought, in fact you just smirked raising eyebrows.

"Yeah, I think so. But you remain the same! Just with a little more chemical in the hair." you teased in the same mocking tone of her.

"Y/n/n, always so funny." she let a fake laugh and looked away "Damn, since when did the waiters from the Cut get so hot?"

You turned around and soon realized that she was talking about JJ, who was still leaning against the counter. As much as you were a little jealous for hearing her call your boyfriend hot right in your face, you were also proud to be able to tell her that he is already yours.

"Oh, actually he's not a waiter, he's my boyfriend." you smiled confident biting your own lip.

"Shit, don't mock me Y/n, you and that guy?" she laughed trying to disguise the wide eyes, Amber always made a point of telling that you were too ugly to get a boyfriend.

"Yep, me and that guy." from a distance JJ realized you were staring and then waved at you, who responded with your most proud smile.

"Ugh, I can't really understand what you and Sarah see in those Pogues, they're disgusting." funny to see how she changed her mind just in a few seconds.

"Let's say they're like that song."

"Song? What song?" she asked confused moving her gaze to you.

"You know, harder, better, faster, stronger, oh and add 'bigger'." you slowly said containing your laughter by biting the inside of your cheek.

She stared at you with a shooked look, and speechless. You must admit that the situation was quite satisfactory, seeing your dear cousin unresponsive on learning that you are not the ugly duckling as she always liked to say. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh, and then you excused yourself to return to your boy's arms.

"Who was that?" he asked when you leaned beside him on the counter.

"It's my cousin Amber, I hate her." he giggled and you fake smiled looking over your shoulder to see the fake blonde girl staring at you two.

"So what were you talking about?" he fixed your hair behind your ear gazing you.

"Nothing much, I was just telling her how is to be dating a 'dirty Pogue'..." you teased bending to whisper on his ear.

"Dirty Pogue, huh? And how is it like?" he frowned with a mischievous smirk.

"Well, it can be so many things, and I would risk to say that "dirty" is one of them." you smiled biting you lower lip with your eyes fixated on his blue ones.

JJ smiled back and moved his gaze to your lips, quickly kissing them and moving his wet lips to your cheeks, until reach the sweet spot behind your ear. Fuck, this is pretty good but let's say that the middle of your family meeting isn't the right place for you guys do it.

"J, stop, not right now." you giggled raising your eyebrows and softly pushing him away.

"Why not?" he pouted with puppy eyes.

"Because all my family is seeing us?" you used an obvious tone, 'cause it was obvious.

"Maybe we could sneak out?" you narrowed your eyes thinking about his proposal.

"Soon, first we'll show that people how we move on the Cut." you answered when heard one of your favorite songs playing outside.

You dragged your boyfriend by the hand until you reach the middle of the dance floor, at first he was kinda shy, but being with you makes him feel more comfortable, and as soon you both were already moving your bodies like no one was around. Laughing, drinking and kissing, you were stealing the show, this until you feel someone tap your shoulder and when you turned, you faced a man who was probably the photographer, since he held a professional camera in his hands.

"Excuse me, are you Y/n Y/l/n?" he asked politely.

"Yes, why?" you frowned holding JJ behind you.

"Oh, they're looking for you to take the annual family picture, can you follow me, please?" he pointed to the entrance hall.

"Ah sure, come on baby." you nodded bringing JJ with you.

When you reached the hall everyone of your family was there posing and waiting for you, soon you found your parents on the left side and before joining them, you stopped to straight your hair and JJ's bow tie. When you had just finished fixing his suit, your dad stopped you by your shoulders.

"Y/n, sweetie, I know JJ is important to you, but I think it's best that he doesn't appear with you in the official photos." you frowned when your dad moved his gaze to the blonde right behind you.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" you snapped with a bit angry tone.

"It's nothing personal, honey, it's just 'cause you know, you’re still young and he’s just your boyfriend, we don’t know if it will last long." your father said making you chuckle shooking your head, that's unbelievable.

"Nothing personal, right? So why can Andrew's girlfriend appear in this stupid picture and JJ cannot?" you stormed pointing to your cousin and his girlfriend already posing to the camera.

"Y/n please, don't make a scene." you dad sighed when noticed that everyone looked at you.

"Is because he's a Pogue, isn't it?" you asked with anger burning your face.

"Y/n it's okay, it's just a photo." JJ tried to calm you down and leave it, but you didn't listen.

"You see, sweetie, it's not a big deal." and you're also sick of your dad pretending that everything is perfect.

"You know what? You guys can keep with this Kook bullshit and take this fucking picture, but I will not be part of it." you said confidently causing JJ to giggle behind you and your father give you a pissed gaze.

"What the hell you think you're doing, young lady?" your dad murmured holding your arm carefully.

"I'm throwing off my chains." you stepped back confronting him.

"Y/n, darling, stop it! You're embarrassing me and your father!" your mom shout out when she noticed that you were about to leave.

"Whatever! I'm already the family’s shame!" you shouted taking a few steps back until reaching JJ, who have a proud look in his face.

"Y/f/n! Come back here! You can't do it!" Y/m/n shouted one more time.

"Yeah, but I'm already doing." with a twist on your own feet you answered back while stealing a drink from the waiter's tray that passed by.

At this time everyone is looking at you with wide eyes, your parents flushing in anger and JJ, oh JJ is paralyzed with a huge smile on his face, he's so proud of seeing his badass girlfriend facing everyone to defend him. This was something you wanted to do a long time ago, and a family meeting seemed like the perfect time for you to throw everything up in the air. And that is what you did.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" you stopped making exaggerated expressions "Auntie Mary! You should find your own husband before give hunches on my boyfriends!" you said with a soft tone pointing to your old single aunt standing a few meters from you.

"Y/d/n, you should fix your daughter!" she yelled angry.

"And Amber!" the fake blonde jumped when she heard her name "Cousin, you should try to hook up with a Pogue anytime, they're so fucking hot!" you smiled biting your tongue and looked to JJ, who let out a big laugh and soon disguised because of your father's gaze to him.

Everyone was staring at you and your parents with jaw dropping, you always showed some personality differences compared to the rest of the family, but no one ever imagined you were that bold. Okay, the drinks helped you do that, but they say that when a person gets drunk is when she shows who she really is. And this is you for real. While hearing comments like "How absurd" or "This is a shame", you poured your entire drink in a single sip and dropped the glass on the floor, hurrying to leave that shit party.

"Come on, blondie, are you with me or what?" you raised your eyebrows calling JJ to follow you. He looked at your parents and they gave a serious look to him. But he didn't care right now.

"Sorry, Mr and Mrs Y/l/n," he laughed stepping backwards "your daughter is crazy!"

He shouted shooking his head and turning around to run towards you. You both laughed and you waited for him to embrace you at the big front door, you explicit kissed and left everyone behind, running hand in hand until you reached the parking lot. Inside of your car you two waited for the laughter to lose their strength to catch your breath.

"Oh my God this was insane!" you smiled heavy breathing and looking at the blonde on your passenger seat.

"My girl is a huge badass!" he pulled you for another kiss, this time it was longer and full of proud and desire.

"Okay, your place or the Chateau?" he said breathlessly, pulling away and looking at you.

"Definitely the Chateau. And hope John B isn't home." you gave a nasty smile and started your car.

You're gonna be dead when you see your parents again, but it's fine, still worth it.

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[heyhey-heyward]

NO I DON’T | part five

series masterlist

summary: In which Rafe ruins a perfectly good night.

word count: 2.4k

let me know what you think! this is the final part, but I could be persuaded to do like an epilogue type continuation 

It was decided that everyone would get ready and meet at your house, with the exception of Pope, who had to go earlier and help his dad set up. Kiara was grinning from ear to ear as she watched you put the final touches one your look for the evening. A knock on your bedroom door startled both you and Kiara, and she rushed to answer it.

“Hey, is JJ with you?” You heard Kiara asked, poking her head out the door. You shook your head at her, still not understanding just why she was insistent on keeping your dress a secret for some big reveal.

“No, he’s on his way, though.” The familiar voice of John B filtered into your room. His answer must have been good enough for Kiara, because she stepped aside to let him in. “Wow, you guys look amazing. JJ is going to lose his mind when he sees you.”

“Shut up, JB.” You groaned, dropping to sit on the edge of your bed. Things had been awkward with JJ since your conversation at the ice cream shop, and you were doing your best to try and not think about it. Though, the confused look on John B’s face told you that you weren’t getting away with it so easily.

“Did something happen? Because he’s been really pouty since you took him shopping.” The brunette boy asked, and your gaze dropped to the ground in embarrassament.

“I may have… kissed him. On accident.” You hurried to clarify as you watched both John B’s and Kiara’s faces light up. John B was the first to react, a loud laugh that covered up the sound of your groan as you buried your face in your hands.

“What do you mean, by accident?” Kiara asked after swatting John B’s shoulder to get him to quiet down.

“I don’t know! He was sneaking out of my room the other night and when I was saying bye I just… kissed him!” You explained, throwing your arms up in despair. John B was still laughing, and you could tell Kiara was trying to hide her smile, but you weren’t amused. “And then after we went shopping he asked me about it and I told him it meant nothing and that we’re just friends.”

“Are you kidding me?” John B exclaimed at your confession. He was still smiling, but most of his joy had melted away into an almost exhausted look, as if he was tired of dealing with you and JJ. “ You guys are both, like, in love with each other and neither of you can actually tell each other that. JJ probably died the moment you kissed him.”

“That’s not true—” You started to deny, but were cut off when your dad called out that JJ had arrived.

“Wait here, I’m going to make sure he did his tie the right way.” Kiara jumped up from her spot and raced out the door before you could even stand. You could feel John B’s gaze on you, and the bed dip as he sat beside you.

“What if I don’t know how to act around him now and ruin our friendship?” You mumbled, finally letting the fears you had about JJ out. John B huffed, and though you were studying your hands intently, you could feel him press a kiss to the side of your head.

“You’ll be fine. You always are.” He assured you. The soft side of your best friend was showing, and you were grateful that you had him in your life. You didn’t get the chance to respond, because you could hear Kiara calling your name. John B stood, offering his hand to you and helped pull you to your feet. “C’mon, let’s go to this stupid party.”

“Such a way with words.” You rolled your eyes, smiling nonetheless as you let him lead you to the top of the stairs. You linked your arm through his, and when you finally saw everyone that was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, it felt as if you were in a movie.

Your parents were there, your dad taking photos as your mom watched on with pride. Kiara was grinning, caught up in the excitement of everything. But your focus wasn’t on them. You were too busy admiring JJ, who was smiling widely at you. You had already seen him in the suit, but coupled with the fact that he had styled his hair, he looked twice as good. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized he had a bouquet of flowers for you, and as soon as you reached the bottom steps you headed straight towards JJ.

“Hi.” You breathed, too caught up in how good he looked and the way he was smiling at you to realize John B had moved away from your side. Your mind was racing but all you could think about was the blonde before you.

“Hey. These are for you.” JJ thrusted the flowers towards you, and you laughed lightly as you took them. You barely had the chance to thank him before he continued talking. “You look really, really good.”

“You clean up nice yourself.” He was flustered, but so were you, and you weren’t sure what else to say. Luckily you were spared having to come up with small talk in your frazzled state as your mom started ushering everyone to set up for photos.

“Oh, you guys all look so nice.” Your mom cooed, and you groaned, embarrassed by her antics. Still, you smiled and posed for however many photos she wanted. Eventually you were freed, and the four of you couldn’t get into John B’s van fast enough.

No matter how much you didn’t want to go to Midsummers, you had to admit that you were having fun. You had found Pope pretty quickly after arriving, and for a while you were distracted from not knowing where you stood with JJ. Kiara grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the dancefloor, where you spent what felt like forever simply having a good time.

“JJ’s been practically drooling over you all night. Did you see his face when he finally saw your dress? I’m glad I made him wait to see it.” Kiara teased, earning an eye roll. You couldn’t argue, you had felt JJ’s eyes on you practically the whole night, but you were too stubborn to tell that to Kiara. Instead of responding, the upbeat song you had been dancing to changed to one that was much slower and you let out a sigh. Just as you and Kiara turned to leave the dance floor, JJ and John B appeared.

“M’ladies.” JJ pretended to tip an imaginary hat and you curtsied in response. He grinned at you, offering you his hand. “May I have this dance?”

“Only if you stop talking like that.” You giggled, not even noticing your other two friends slip into the crowd as your hands locked around the back of JJ’s neck and his landed on your waist. You started swaying to the music, quickly finding yourself lost in his baby blue eyes. You caught yourself staring and cleared your throat, looking away to try and save yourself some embarrassment. “So, how are you liking being a Kook for the night?”

“I’ve only gotten four dirty looks and been mistaken for a waiter twice, so that’s good.” He joked and you shook your head at him with a grin. It was obvious this wasn’t his scene, considering that this was probably the first time you had seen him so dressed up, but he clearly wasn’t hating it.

“I’m really glad you’re here, even though we were supposed to watch C.H.U.D. tonight.” You teased, watching as his smile widened.

“It’s a good movie!” He argued and you laughed loudly, drawing a few stares from the older couples around you. JJ’s hands squeezed your sides and he pulled you closer to him, the look in his eyes softening to a more sincere one. “But seriously, I’m glad I came too. Anything to spend time with you.”

Your heart soared at his words and you had to remind yourself not to completely melt under his touch and gaze. You shared a smile with him, and suddenly your eyes were fluttering shut as you both leaned towards each other slowly. You could feel his breath fanning across your face and his nose brush against your cheek, and then—

“Why are there so many Pogues on our side of the island?”

Rafe. The sound of his voice caused you and JJ to jump apart. The Cameron boy was smiling smugly at you and JJ, with his typical goons Topper and Kelce flanking him. JJ stepped in front of you, as if to be a shield from whatever Rafe was going to do.

“Just leave, Rafe. Don’t cause a scene.” You tried to reason, but the older boy just turned his maniacal grin on you. The crowd around you kept dancing, but John B and Kiara had returned and were watching the interaction from a few feet away.

“Why are you even hanging around these guys? You could do so much better. You’re a Kook now. You have a future, he doesn’t.” Rafe’s voice was sickly sweet, not bothering to look to JJ as he gestured towards him at the end of his tirade. The insulted blonde took a step forward as if he was going to fight Rafe, but your hand shot out to catch his arm. He stopped, but you could feel how tense he was under your touch.

“Come on, let’s just go.” John B cut in, sliding between JJ and Rafe to diffuse the situation. JJ’s jaw was set tight, but after a gentle nudge from his brunette best friend they headed towards the exit. You started to follow them, but your mom caught you on your way out, telling you that you had to stay.

While the first half of the party was fun, the second half seemed to drag on forever. Rafe kept sending you smug looks, clearly happy that he managed to ruin your night. As soon as you got home, you changed out of your dress and barely had time to bid your parents goodnight before you were hopping into your car and pulling out of the driveway.

Everyone was already at The Chateau when you parked your car. JJ and Pope took up residence in the two hammocks, and John B and Kiara sat in chairs nearby. When they saw you approaching, everyone but the blonde got up to give you a minute alone with JJ.

“Good luck.” John B muttered as he pressed a kiss to the side of your when passing you. You smiled at him, and once the three of them were all the way inside you finally approached the brooding boy.

“I was wrong, JJ.” You sighed, climbing into the hammock with him. He didn’t say anything, though he opened his arms for you to lay on side with your head on his chest. “The kiss was an accident, but it wasn’t nothing. Not to me, at least. I panicked, and told myself that you didn’t feel the same so when you confronted me about it, I lied.”

“You were wrong, then.” JJ mumbled. One of his hands moved up to brush up and down your back soothingly. You let out a sigh of content under his touch and waited for him to find the words you knew he was searching for. “I just… do you like me? More than friends?”

“Yeah, I do.”

You didn’t hesitate to tell him so. It felt good to finally tell him, and after everything that had happened tonight, you were hopeful that there was a chance he felt the same. You gathered all your courage and tilted your head up to look up at him, only to find him already watching you.

“Why?” The question was simple and innocent, but you knew he was still thinking about what Rafe had said. No matter how wrong the older boy was, JJ had been hearing things like that his whole life. It got to him from time to time, and it broke your heart to see the vulnerable look in his eyes.

“Because you’re the funniest guy I know. You’re so easy to be around, and I feel like I can do anything when I’m with you.” You confessed, pouring your heart out to him. It was all true, you meant every word and you wondered why it had taken you so long to realize how you felt. “You’re my person, J.”

Before you really knew it, his hand was cupping your jaw and he had leaned forward enough to press his lips against yours. It was soft and slow as a result of the awkward position you were in. When you shifted up towards him, the kiss deepened and his hand fell to your waist.

You pulled apart to breathe, though you didn’t get far. Your face hovered over his as you searched his eyes for answers to questions you hadn’t asked. He smiled, and you couldn’t help but notice that he looked much more relaxed than he had moments earlier.

“For the record, I like you too.” He joked, and you laughed quietly before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Why else do you think I would put up with going to Midsummers?” You shook your head with a smile, brushing your fingers across his cheekbone.

“Well, I’m glad you did, even if Rafe is a massive jerk.” You hummed, leaning back in to press your lip against JJ’s again. This kiss was sweet and slow, neither of you in a hurry and just drinking each other in. Your whole body felt on fire and you distantly wondered why you had taken so long to tell him how you felt—or why it had taken you so long to realize you even had feelings for him.

“JJ, can you not do that in my hammock?” John B called from the porch, and you heard Pope and Kiara snickering beside him as you and JJ broke apart from each other. You didn’t bother looking at them, too entranced by the blonde that was looking at you as if you put the stars in the sky. You smiled at him, brushing a strand of his hair off of his forehead. JJ copied your smile, though he quickly glanced at the spectators on the porch.

“I’m just appreciating her.”

fin.

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[topsytervy]

Book Lovers ~ Pope Heyward

Blurb: You have a crush on Pope and Pope has a crush on you. Your love for books brings you together.

Word Count: 3,376

Warnings: swearing, poorly written towards the end cause I'm bad at ending writings, probably spelling/grammar errors, I think thats it.

I started writing this as a whole bond over books thing and then it kind of got away from that a bit but not really I don't think.

Also, the way i was going back and forth between writing this and something Calum Hood related cause its his birthday and I love him was insane.

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You sat on the beach on a towel, a book in hand as the sounds of screams and waves filled the air.

Not too far away sat Pope, staring at you as JJ, John B and Kie surfed. He watched as you brushed some hair behind your ear before turning the page, completely engrossed by whatever it was you were reading. 

"Are you serious?" Pope jumped as his head swiveled to look at the voice that spoke.

Kie stood there, surfboard under her arm with an eyebrow raised, the two other boys behind her.

"What?" Pope shrugged, acting as casual as he could.

"Really? Playing dumb Pope? Thats JJ's job." She answered, setting down her board and sitting next to him.

"I take some offense to that, Kie." JJ told her which only caused the curly-haired girl to roll her eyes.

"Just go talk to her, Pope."

Pope widened his eyes. "Are you crazy, Kie?"

"If talking to someone you like is crazy then have me committed but last time I checked it was normal." 

"What would I even talk to her about?" 

"Oh, I don't know. She's only reading a book. Gosh if only you read." Kie told him, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Pope sighed before getting up. 

"Go get 'em, tiger." John B grinned as him and JJ took a seat next to Kie, watching as Pope made his way over.

He was about halfway to you before he turned around and walked back, shaking his head. "I can't do it. It's rude to interrupt someone's reading ya know. That and Toppers walking towards her." 

JJ scoffed. "Really, man. Toppers got nothing on you. Besides, I'm pretty sure they're just friends."

"Oh quite the opposite, JJ. He's got money and a way nicer boat." 

John B shot Pope a look. "How dare you insult the HMS Pogue like that."

"You know what I mean. He can buy her literally anything she asks for." 

"Okay. So he's got money and a nice boat. That means he's trying to compensate for something. Any guesses as to what that is?" Kie stared at Pope.

JJ grinned, deciding to answer for his best friend. "His di-"

"Personality, JJ" Kie cut off the blonde. "What he lacks in personality, he makes up for with money. Topper is boring as hell. He doesn't know the meaning of excitement and adventure. You do. I'm sure you have way more in common with her than Topper does." 

Pope took one last look at you, book open but ignored as Topper chatted with you. You just smiled and nodded before standing up and gathering your things, waving a small goodbye to Topper as you did. 

You glanced over and saw the Pogues watching you so you brought up your hand and sent them a small wave, blushing when Pope smiled and waved back at you.

The next time Pope saw you was at the library. He was getting a couple of books for a paper he had to write and you were there, scanning the shelves, trying to figure out what book you wanted to read next.

Pope had looked over and froze when he saw you just a few feet away from him, fingers ghosting over the spines of books as you read the titles. 

You had agreed to ride with Kelce to the library considering he needed a specific book to read and you needed a new book to read. You chewed on your lip, focusing on each one before pulling one out that caught your eye, reading the blurb before ultimately deciding that you didn’t want to read that one now. 

Pope took a deep breath before scanning the titles himself, attempting to find one that he had already read that he thought you would enjoy. He finally found one and grabbed it, walking over to you.

"Having troubles?" He asked.

You jumped slightly before looking at him. "Little bit. It's hard to find which one to read next, ya know."

Pope nodded before handing you the book. "You might like this one. I read it and could hardly put it down. It's definitely on my list of books to own." 

You took it with a smile. "Thanks."

 "It's no biggie." Pope shrugged. 

You smiled again before walking backwards towards the checkout counter. "I'll see you around, Pope." 

Pope grinned at the fact that you knew his name. "I hope so, Y/N."

You blushed slightly before turning around, meeting up with Kelce who immediately noticed your reddened cheeks.

"What's going on over here, Y/N/N?" He asked, pointing to his own cheeks.

"Nothing." You mumbled, placing your book and library card on the counter. 

Kelce looked around, trying to spot who was making his best friend blush before shrugging.

Later that night, you and Kelce were sitting on his living room floor with Rafe and Topper, a board game set out in front of the boys as you read your book and listened to their conversation. 

"Topper, St.Louis is not the capital of Illinois." Rafe said for what felt like the hundredth time. 

"What are you talking about? Yes it is!" 

Kelce took a deep breath before looking at Topper. "Top, sweetie, if you think St.Louis is the capital of Illinois, then what's the capital of Missouri?"

"Boise?"

You peered over your book with a blank look on your face, Kelce and Rafe having the same look on theirs.

"Come on guys, you know I'm bad at geography." Topper whined.

"I think," Rafe started, looking at Kelce, "We need to bust out that Sequence state capital game from second grade."

"I think I lost a brain cell during this conversation," Kelce rubbed his temples.

"Good thing you're not playing fucking jeopardy or you'd really be screwed, Top." You said.

Topper turned his attention to you. "Not all of us are book smart, Y/L/N." Topper leaned over to look at the page before squinting. "Whatcha reading that's better than playing a game with us, anyway?" 

You held up the book enough so they could read the title and Rafe raised an eyebrow. "Where'd ya find that one?"

"Someone recommended it to me." You blushed a little at the interaction with Pope earlier that day.

"Oh ho ho. That is the same blush you had at the library. You like this person." Kelce pointed.

"Shut up, Kelc."

"Wait. She was blushing? Oh snap."

"Spill the name, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes at your friends before replying. "I don't have to tell you three anything."

"Come on. If you're not gonna tell us then how will we tease you?" Rafe whined.

"That's exactly why I'm not gonna tell you. You'll just tease me and then whenever he's around, you'll act all juvenile."

Topper looked at the two boys before turning towards you. "If we promise that we will keep the teasing to a minimum when he's not around and that we act mature about this, will you tell us?"

You bit your lip before hesitantly nodding. Rafe, Topper and Kelce's eyes widened, eager to hear the name about to come out of your mouth.

You sighed, bookmarking your page. "His name is Marcel. He wears glasses and wears a sweater vest. A bit on the awkward side but very sweet."

Kelce and Topper shot each other confused glances, never having heard that name before. Rafe, on the other hand, cocked his head to the side with an unamused look and a 'really'.

"You know this Marcel, Cameron?" Topper asked.

"Yeah. If you watch the Best Song Ever music video, you'll meet him. I do have two sisters, remember." He answered.

You shrugged. "Worth a shot."

"Come on, Y/L/N. Just give us the name." 

You held up your hands in surrender. "Okay, okay." Your three friends leaned forward, staying quiet with raised eyebrows. "Pope Heyward." 

"Oh my God," Topper breathed.

"Can we not do the usual 'traitor' bullshit please? I feel like my mom is already going to have a fit."

"What makes you think we'd do that?" 

You shot each of them a look before standing up. "I gotta get going. You guys have fun and Topper," you looked at the blonde, "learn your damn capitals."

And then you were out the door.

****

Pope walked into The Wreck a few days later and spotted you in the corner, book in hand while you ate your food. Pope was so focused on you that he didn't even notice Kie appear next to him with a water pitcher in her hand.

"You gonna stand there all day or you gonna sit down with her and start up a conversation."

Pope whipped his head to look at his friend before shrugging. "I guess I could but sh-"

"She's reading and its rude to interrupt someone whos reading. I know." Kie rolled her eyes before walking over to your table.

He saw you smile at Kie and greet her before nodding. You looked past Kie and saw Pope. You grinned and waved him over which Pope happily did, taking a seat across from you.

"Want anything Pope?" Kie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just get me the usual." 

Kie smiled before walking away towards the back.

"I finished that book you recommended to me last night and I was speechless. The ending was...wow." You leaned back in your chair, taking a drink of water. 

"I know right. That book made me want to read all his other works and they're all just so amazing." Pope grinned.

"His writing is so poetic that I was surprised I wasn't reading an actual poem."

"Exactly. He's such a good writer."

You two talked for hours about different authors and books you guys liked, eventually both of you started writing down names of books and authors for the other to check out.

"How long have they been like that?" John B asked, JJ sitting beside him along with the kook boys who joined them unexpectedly with no hassle whatsoever. 

"Lets see. You five have been here for 45 minutes to an hour, Pope showed up a couple of hours before you. So...almost four." Kie smiled before scurrying off to wait on another table.

"Four what? Hours?" JJ asked. 

"Yes, dumbass." Rafe rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to the table where you sat with Pope.

"They both look so happy." Topper commented.

"Because they are. They're in love." Kelce sighed with a dopey smile on his face, resting his head against his hand.

"Aren't they a little young for love?" John B raised an eyebrow.

Kelce shot him a look which caused John B to raise his hand in surrender. 

"What do you think they're talking about?"

"They're both nerds. Take a guess."

JJ opened his mouth to object, offended on behalf of his best friend but John B stopped him. "No, no. He has a point."

You glanced at your watch before standing up, saying something to Pope who nodded, handing each other your phones. 

JJ smirked. "My boy is getting some." Rafe, Kelce, and Topper all turned to look at JJ, unamused with his words. "Or not."

*****

Pope shook his head. "No way. That is one of the dumbest and most cliche tropes ever." 

It was a week later and you and Pope sat at The Wreck again, having a conversation about whatever you recently read and now, apparently, your favorite and least favorite tropes.

"I have to disagree. Enemies to lovers has my heart." You responded, taking a bite out of your burger after you spoke.

"One bed and they have to share reigns supreme." Pope popped a fry into his mouth like that was the end of discussion. 

You held up your finger as you finished chewing before swallowing. "You have to have some love for the enemies to lovers trope then because a lot of enemies to lovers involve sharing a bed." You pointed out.

"What about friends to lovers? Hmm? Hmmm? That right there is practically gold and bed sharing comes into play." 

You rolled your eyes. "At some point, a friend likes another. I can tell you in confidence that I had a crush on Topper, Kelce, and Rafe at some point in our friendship. It was bound to happen because we hang out so much. Enemies to lovers though? Who willingly hangs out with their enemy? No one." 

Pope laughed. "Alright. Sure. Whatever." 

"Don't whatever me Pope. I'm right and you know I am." You laughed. 

Pope held his hands up in surrender.  "Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Kiara walked over to your table and you smiled. "Lets ask Kie."

"Ask me what?" Her eyes darted between you and Pope.

Pope turned to Kie. "I want you to be honest with me, Kie. Which trope is better? Best friends to lovers or enemies to lovers."

Kie blinked slowly as she spoke. "I was just coming here to ask if you need refills or anything else."

"This is more important. Best friends to lovers or enemies to lovers?" 

You both looked at the girl expectedly and she shrugged. "I'm more of a fake dating girl myself so neither."

"Or both." You raised your eyebrows.

"True. Enemies could fake date or friends could. Sounds like a both thing for me."

Kie just turned and walked away, shaking her head with a small smile. 

Your phone dinged and you looked down, seeing a text from your mom. "Thats my mother paging me." You sighed as you stood up. "This has been a fun date, Pope." 

"Date?" 

You felt your face heat up from embarrassment."Oh, was this...not- I shouldn't have assumed. I'm sorry."  

"No, it was. I just didn't think you'd think of it as one." Pope quickly said.

You smiled before kissing his cheek. "I'll talk to you later then.'

Pope blushed as he watched you walk away, paying for your half of the meal before exiting the building.

****

It's been a month since you and Pope became official. A lot of your dates were either study dates, beach dates, or dates that consisted of you two eating at The Wreck while discussing anything under the sun.

Pope was kind of scared when you asked him what he wanted to do for a living, considering everyone else thought it was weird but you were supportive.

"That's cool." 

Popes eyes widened in shock at your words. "Really? No 'why would you choose a coroner' or 'why the hell would you wanna work with dead bodies'?"

You shrugged as you stole one of the fries from his plate. "I think it's cool. It's a job not many people want but it's an important one." 

That was probably when Pope knew that he was in deep with you. The fact that you didn't judge the things he was passionate about and what he wanted to do. That just made him fall for you more and let him know that you were the perfect girl for him.

Now here you were, spending the weekend together in the best way.

You sat in Pope's living room, okay laid in Pope's living room, watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Pope had the house all to himself for the weekend and invited you over for a Harry Potter movie marathon since you two just finished rereading the entire series. 

So here you were, curled into your boyfriend's side with his arm draped over your shoulders, holding you closer if that was even possible. 

You sighed as Alan Rickman appeared on the screen. "I miss him."

Pope kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your arm. "I know, sweetheart. You say that everytime he pops up on screen."

"I can't help it. He was just such a good soul." 

Pope smiled, twirling some of your hair around his finger. He loved listening to you talk about things and people you were passionate about. The smile on your face whenever someone, usually him, brought up one of those topics was worth it and he could listen to your voice for hours on end, which usually happened when a topic of interest was brought up. 

"Are you even listening to me?" You'd ask, tapping his wrist.

"Every word."

You'd lean back and cross your arms, a smirk on your face as you raised one of your eyebrows. "Oh really?"

He'd nod before speaking. "You were saying how you think iced coffee is better than regular hot coffee."

You'd make an impressed face. "Are you going to say anything at any point in this conversation."

He'd pretend to think about it before shaking his head. "I'm good." 

You'd roll your eyes before purposely bringing up a topic that would cause him to talk some because just like him, you were obsessed with seeing his smile when he was interested in a topic and hearing his voice.

"Pope, did you hear me?" 

Pope blinked before shaking his head. "No. Sorry. I was spacing this time."

"I asked if you wanted to make stir fry tonight?" You laughed lightly at the space cadet you called a boyfriend.

Pope smiled and nodded. "Sounds great. I'll ask dad if we can raid the store for whatever we don't have." 

You both pulled out your phones, you to get the recipe and Pope to ask his dad if it was okay to take whatever was needed for dinner. 

You walked into the kitchen and started pulling out whatever you could find that was needed for the stir fry before writing down on a notepad what was left.

"We got the go ahead." Pope told you and you held up the notepad.

"Then let's go on an adventure." 

You two paused the movie and made your way down the street towards Heywards hand in hand.

"Have you ever seen the Percy Jackson movies?" You asked, genuinely curious if Pope had or not. Pope shook his head and you let out a laugh. "Oh boy. We might have to take a break from good ol' HP so you can watch them." 

"Why?" Pope swung your arms as looked at you.

"You might find them...interesting. That's all." You shrugged.

"Are they good?" 

You smiled up at him as you leaned your head on his arm. "You'll have to see."

Normally, you wouldn't recommend watching the movies to anyone but when it came to Pope, you wanted him to see it. You wanted to see him rant about all the differences and how bad this adaptation was. You wanted to see him get all flustered at the smallest details that the movies got wrong and complain about how this doesn't do the books any justice. 

"Are you setting me up?" A small smile sat on Pope's lips.

You placed a hand to your heart.  "Ouch Pope. That stings."

He just laughed before kissing your temple as you approached Heywards. Pope unlocked the door and you followed him inside, picking up the rest of your ingredients before walking over to the counter and pulling a 20 out of your pocket, sliding it under one of the boxes for Mr.Heyward to find.

"Really? You know my dad loves you right? Like you don't have to pay him for this stuff. He gave us the okay." Pope said.

You shrugged. "It's fine and it's only right. I mean, I'm taking things from his store. The least I can do is pay him." You turned to the security camera and waved before pointing to the box the cash was under and doing the hand signal for money.

"You do know he cant check the system from his phone right?" 

"Yeah but if he plays it back, he'll know and no one else will see the footage." You smiled before turning back to your boyfriend. "Ready?" You asked as you placed your things in a bag. 

Pope grabbed your hand and the bag as he nodded. "Lets get cooking." 

You laughed as you followed him back outside, waiting for him to lock the door before beginning the short journey back to his, the pair of you thinking about how lucky you were to have someone like the other.

~~~~~~

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[angellissy]

Chapter one:  Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

A/N: Hi guys, I am so happy that so many are excited for this series. Burning Desires sparked my creativity again and I am so happy for it. Just a side note, I just started working again so my updates might be slow but I promise I will continue this series. i love you all. thanks to all my supportive friends you all know who you are and i adore you guys. but if you don’t know who you are here is a quick shoutout, you all have helped me so much @pogue-writings​ @downbytheouterbanks​ @drewstarkey​ @outrbanks​ @myjjbaby​ @adoreyoudrews​ and so so so many more thank you

Her mother’s smile was big, teeth and all. Her crimson red lipstick made her skin look even paler, there was not a hint of color to be seen on her cheeks. Her mother had spent minutes in front of the mirror, pressing white powder on her cheeks. She believed a fairer look would make her appear younger, in her daughter’s eyes it just made her look terrifying. But that was also the reason behind her smile, it had to be big in order to cover all the lies that lied beneath the facade.

“Don’t feel pressured to start crying too, I doubt anyone is looking.” With her black hair, rosy cheeks, and bright green eyes, Ophelia Lancaster was nothing like her mother. Except for the fact that they both shared the same cold and icy tone while talking to each other. Her mother scoffed at Ophelia, but still, let her eyes flicker between the masses of people crowding the platform. Mrs. Seraphine Lancaster thrived of attention, therefore it suited her that the Lancaster family was one of the most well known in the wizarding world. 

“Come on now girls, no fighting.” Like every other time, her father tried to calm them, his soothing voice, and the way he placed one of his hands on either of their shoulders, was his way of creating peace. Though it only worked sometimes, and that was usually in situations like this, when there were people everywhere. 

“Is that the Cameron’s I see?” Her mother asked, slightly squinting her dark eyes. Her father followed her lead and adjusted his glasses to try and get a better look. “My dear, I believe it is.” Her mother clasped her hands together in delight, her heels made the most awful sound against the hard concrete as she started walking towards them. Her husband soon followed her lead, but stopped and turned around when he noticed that his daughter was not going with them.

“Uh yeah, I think I am gonna skip saying hi to them this time, I have to get a good seat.” Ophelia gave him the sweetest smile she could muster, her father looked between her and his wife. It was obvious that he was debating what he should say, he would either get the wrath from his wife or the disappointed looks from his only child. 

“Oh okay then, have fun darling. Do not forget to write to us!” Ophelia rolled her eyes at that, during her five years at Hogwarts she had not forgotten to write even once. Every Sunday she would sit down in her bed, feather quill in one hand and a paper in the other. She would retell her whole week, leaving out minor details of course. She was not about to tell her parents about the parties she had been too or the dates she had gone on, some things could be left out with a guilt-free consciousness. 

“I won’t, tell mom I said goodbye.” Her father opened his mouth to say something but when he did Ophelia was already gone, trudging through the masses of wizards and witches to try and finally get on the train. She passed countless students, some she recognized more than others.

“John B I don’t want to carry your-” The boy in front of her paused, looked at the owl in the cage he was holding with two fingers. And Ophelia could not really see, but from the way his body shivered, she assumed he was making a disgusted face. 

“It’s a bird JJ, thank you very much.” The other boy snatched the cage from the boy standing in Ophelia’s way, muttering something about how this JJ always had to be so dramatic. 

Ophelia pushed past them too, she just wanted to get on the train and find a good seat before all of them were taken by some snotty first years. But unfortunately for her, most of the good compartments were already filled by something worse, third-year students. They had gone past the phase of being terrified by the elder students, and they had also started to get to know how things worked at Hogwarts. So naturally, they had decided that they were superior. This was not true, they were just cocky because they were gonna start reading Defence Against the Dark Arts. As she watched them chatter and whisper through the glass, a small sigh escaped her lips. The third-year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry had been Ophelia’s best, she had aced all her classes and done that with friends by her side. But they had soon wandered a path she did not want to be a part of, therefore she now found herself sitting alone in an empty compartment that smelt like old feet. She did not necessarily miss her old friends, especially not when she saw what they were up to in the common room or how they jinxed people in the halls. No, Ophelia simply missed the laughs they had shared, the ones that make you clutch your stomach and gasp for air. She missed how they used to sneak out after curfew to discover more of Hogwarts, she sometimes found herself missing how Rafe Cameron had grasped her hand when they had been walking through a really badly lit corridor. But whenever those thoughts and memories resurfaced, she quickly did everything in her power to push them away. 

With delicate fingers, she opened the leather bag that had been gifted to her from her late grandmother. It was one of her most prized possessions, her grandmother had been the only person in the Lancaster family that ever seemed to actually see Ophelia. And with her gone, Ophelia could only trace the embroidery on the bag and long for the day someone would once again, see her. She pulled out Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart from the bag, the man himself might have been a bit of a fool but his books were still entertaining. Therefore a content sigh left her lips as she turned over the first page, but before she could even read the first sentence, loud voices interrupted her. 

“There is not one seat left, that’s what we get for JJ trying to flirt with some girl.” You recognized the voice, but without a face, it was difficult to figure out who it belonged too. But you had heard that name before, on the platform, and said boy also received complaints at that time. 

“So what? I am just trying to have some fun.” This sentence resulted in a bunch of protests from whoever was standing outside the door, saying that girls were not just there for some “fun” as he had put it. Ophelia continued to watch the door, curious to see what faces would appear in the glass window. She was a bit taken aback when she locked eye contact with Sarah Cameron, not expecting her to be among those loud voices. Sarah quickly lit up, and a bright smile spread on her lips as she slid the door open.

“Ophelia, would you mind if we all sat here?” The blonde girl that Ophelia used to share all her secrets with when she was younger, gestured to the abundance of new yet familiar faces that stood behind her. She recognized the girl with curly brown hair, she was the Hufflepuff girl that put up posters and loudly argued for house-elves freedom. Next to her stood her trusty companion, the dark-skinned Ravenclaw whose hand was always reaching towards the ceiling when questions were asked during class. 

Sarah grabbed one of the two lighter haired boys by the hand and dragged him towards a seat. “This is John B, you know the guy I always used to have a crush on in the first year?” Ophelia did know, Sarah used to gush about the boy with the long hair and freckled skin every time they saw each other. A lot had happened since, but apparently they had managed to find their way to each other. 

“Yeah, I remember.” She answered, a little unsure of what to say, because what do you say to someone that you have not spoken to in ages? The sofa she was sitting on rocked a tiny bit when the other blonde-haired boy threw himself down next to her. His red-tinted robes were a bit messy like he had just thrown them on in a hurry, not at all caring that his tie was all crooked.

“Sarah, you gonna introduce me to this beautiful girl or what?” He flashed Ophelia a cheeky grin while she just rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be a Gryffindor?” She asked while tilting her head to look at him.

“Yeah, why?” A small smile spread on her lips as she watched him furrow his brows in confusion. “Well, I thought they were supposed to be brave, and you are asking your friend to introduce us.” His friends snickered at that, watching and waiting for what he would answer. But he just looked at her, and then he leaned closer to her ear and whispered his name, JJ of course, he was the only one left. His voice was warm and it made her skin tingle, so naturally, she placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back.

“Was that brave enough for you, Ophelia Lancaster?” He made sure to emphasize every syllable in her name, proving that he had not needed an introduction after all. Once again she rolled her eyes at him and leaned back into the seat, this was definitely going to be a long ride. 

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[queenk00k]

but what if we were pure gold all along? jj maybank (chapter 2)

Summary: After the assumed death of their best friend, the Pogues are falling apart at the seams. With Pope and Kiara getting closer and JJ left with nowhere to go, he finds himself left to his own devices. Feeling lost and rejected, his luck seems to turn when he meets Scarlett - a Kook who doesn’t treat him like shit and has an affinity for partying. JJ gets sucked into her world as she promises to help him forget.

How much longer can he keep running from his demons? And what happens when he starts sharing a bed with one?

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, child abuse, angst, sexual content, drug use, underage drinking.

Author’s note: Hi all, this is my multi-chapter fic I’ve been working on. My oneshots & Rafe series have taken off so I thought it was time to share this one too. Let me know what you think!

Word count: 1.9K

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

the one where those damn kooks are charming when they want to be

JJ had never really gotten used to a beating. He knew when to expect one, based off Luke’s mood when he got home, the glint in his eye, the way his tone changed when he spoke to him. Thanks to being scared shitless of his dad for the majority of his childhood, JJ was well attuned to the subtleties of other people’s emotions. Silver lining, he figured. Means he always knew when the other Pogues were pissed at him without them saying anything, always knew when Rafe was looking for a fight.

Didn’t make having the crap kicked out of him any more enjoyable.

“You think I wasn’t going to find out you stole from me, you stupid boy?” Luke spits his words as if they were venom, standing over JJ who’s clutching his stomach in pain on the floor.

JJ looks up at his father, jaw clenched. “I was helping John B, Dad! I thought you’d be happy I was screwing over the cops! We didn’t know about the storm!”

JJ quickly comes to realise that was the wrong thing to say.

Luke’s eyes are aflame with rage, his stare boring holes into JJ as his dad hoists him up by the front of his shirt and slams him into the wall, fists clenched around the cheap cotton.

“Happy?! Boy, nothing about you makes me happy.”

A punch to JJ’s gut.

“You cost me thousands –“

Another blow, this time to his jaw.

“- spend your life doing fuck all except smoking weed-“

JJ attempts to throw Luke off him but the older man is stronger, despite clearly being drunk out of his mind, and he slams JJ back against the wall, knocking a picture onto the hardwood floor in the process.

“And now you’ve stolen from me, you ungrateful, worthless piece of shit!”

Luke slams his fist into the side of JJ’s head and his father’s red face, contorted with rage, is the last thing JJ sees before he falls, unconscious, onto the floorboards.

When JJ comes to, head pounding, he blinks his eyes open slowly and raises his hand to the side of his face. He brings his fingers away from his cheek shakily, notices they’re sticky with blood, touches his lip gingerly and realises that’s split and swollen too.

JJ grunts and moves to roll onto his back before attempting to get up.

Attempting the operative word, as a searing pain in his side forces him to lay back down briefly, hissing at the pain.

Great, he thinks. He’s really done a number on me this time.

JJ lays there for a few moments, staring up at the slightly dilapidated ceiling of the Chateau, listening for any telltale signs Luke was still in the vicinity. He wouldn’t be surprised if Luke stuck around to lay down another beating but he’s grateful for the silence that confirms he’s been left alone once again.

After a few shaky breaths, JJ finally finds the courage to stand to his feet, wincing at the soreness in his body and making a mental note to find an icepack somewhere in the kitchen. Kiara used to be the one to look after him when he showed up at the Chateau after disappearing for days, her gentle touch calming him more than he liked to admit, soothing his bruises and making him feel like someone gave a shit about him.

JJ swallows thickly. He wishes Kiara was here now.

JJ scoffs at the thought and the feeling of tenderness dissipates as quickly as it appears, replaced by the more familiar feeling of bitterness that rises up like bile.

Resigning to the fact that he won’t see Kiara for a very long time because she doesn’t want to see him (conveniently forgetting that it’s not like she has that much choice in the matter), JJ sighs heavily and makes his way down the hall.

JJ ignores the feeling of complete desperation and confusion as he enters his old, dead friend’s kitchen and opens the fridge, silently praying the cops at least had the decency to leave their beer alone.

For the first time in a few weeks, something’s gone his way and JJ cracks open a Budweiser, letting himself smile ever so slightly.

He’s surprised he remembers how.

--

Drinking alone is never as fun as you think it is.

JJ’s sprawled out on the steps of the porch at 1am, beer bottles surrounding him like a shrine, his Zippo the only form of light in an otherwise unusually dark night.

Suddenly, JJ gets the overwhelming urge to take his bike and ride it across the island to Figure 8.

Never mind that he’s drunk, never mind that he knows he’ll find his way back to places that painfully remind him of his friends, and never mind that by taking the risk of going to the other side of the island he could run into a Kook.

Maybe JJ was looking for a fight tonight.

Before he’s had a chance to think rationally (but when does he ever?), JJ is speeding through the streets of Figure 8, past big Kook houses and Kook golf courses, struggling to keep his bike straight as his vision blurs.

He’s doing reasonably well at staying on the road for someone of his inebriated state, and he’s honestly pretty impressed with himself, enjoying the feeling of the warm wind whipping through his hair.

That is, until he realises he’s going past the Crain house and he sees Rose Cameron’s face on a placard and he’s filled with overwhelming rage and he’s distracted and all of a sudden the bike swerves off the road.

JJ panics and makes a futile attempt to straighten up again, but its too late and he skids off the road and is catapulted into a thicket of trees.

JJ groans and pats himself down, checking that he still has all of his necessary limbs. He breathes deeply and squeezes his eyes shut.

Typical, he thinks.

JJ plans to stay lying on the side of the road for the rest of the night, if he’s honest with himself, before a girl’s voice snaps him out of his reverie.

“You know you’re supposed to keep the bike upright, don’t you?”

JJ opens one eye to see someone, a Kook, standing over him. She’s slender and dressed in a white sundress, the contrast stark against her tanned skin, her dark hair tied back in a braid.

JJ huffs. “What do you care, Kook?”

The girl crouches down and looks at his battered face, wincing. It’s not the usual disdain JJ is used to – he thinks he can actually see some pity reflected in her features.

“You look like shit, what happened?”

“Leave me – wait, do I know you from somewhere?”

--

JJ knows he’s a good friend, but sometimes it feels like he’s loyal to a fault.

That’s how he finds himself in the middle of a Kook nightmare, pressed against rich assholes dressed in designer clothes, all for the annual Midsummers party.

JJ’s walking around the perimeter of the country club, looking over his shoulder for Rafe and his henchmen and cursing John B under his breath for putting himself in this situation in the first place.

He’s needing to pretend to be a waiter, so JJ is absentmindedly picking up empty glasses as he goes, feeling grateful he hasn’t had to speak to someone yet.

That is, of course, until he almost trips over a figure crouched down on the patio.

“Woah, you trying to kill me?”

JJ looks down and sees a girl in a black dress, bending down, her fingers wrapped around the neck of a vodka bottle.

“Can I point out that you’re the one in my way? This is a tripping hazard.”

The brunette girl rolls her eyes and gives JJ the finger, but he can tell its not malicious.

“I’ll make you a deal, Pogue.”

JJ widens his eyes in panic. Cover blown.

The girl chuckles. “I know you’re a Pogue. I’m drunk, not stupid. Plus, don’t think I haven’t seen you around at the boneyard.”

JJ hates that he wants to flirt with her, and he clears his throat. “What’s your deal?”

“I won’t tell the Camerons you’re here, practically committing fraud, and you won’t snitch to the country club that I stole their top shelf vodka to spice up my evening.”

JJ’s mildly impressed. “I guess we’re both criminals,” he replies and moves to walk away, before turning back briefly. “I didn’t catch your name.”

The girl smiled mysteriously. “Unimportant.”

--

“Yeah. You nearly tripped over me at Midsummers,” the girl replies, holding her hand out for JJ to take, which he does, and helps him onto his feet.

JJ attempts to dust himself off. “Do I get to know your name now?”

She smiles. “I’m Scarlett. You’re JJ, right?”

JJ nods. “How’d you know?”

“I know some people that know you, but it’s unimportant. I’m sorry about your friend.”

JJ doesn’t want to talk about John B, least of all with a Kook. “Right, well, I best get going,” he says as he turns towards his bike, dreading the ride back to the Chateau.

Scarlett looks at him incredulously. “You look nasty as fuck.”

“Thanks,” JJ responds bitterly.

Scarlett rolls her eyes. “You didn’t let me finish. Let me take you back to mine, help you clean up a bit.”

Then, sensing the hesitation in JJ, she adds “At least let me give you bandaid or something, and you can do it yourself if you’re so tough.”

JJ figures there’s no harm in using someone’s supplies, especially a Kook’s, and it’s not like he can go home to anyone else.

He shrugs. “Sure, whatever, thanks.”

--

After Scarlett convinces JJ his bike will be just fine hidden at the Crain property (the Camerons have more pressing issues at the moment, Scarlett tells him, her voice catching), they make their way to Scarlett’s house.

It’s the biggest and most impressive house he’s ever been in, and JJ can’t help but feel extremely uncomfortable at the thought of stepping into a Kook’s home.

“Where are your parents?” He asks, as Scarlett rummages around in her drawers for first aid supplies, his arms folded over his chest.

“They’re out,” she replies simply, and brandishes cream and bandaids at him. “Are you going to let me do this for you?”

JJ furrows his brow and snatches the supplies from her outstretched hand.

“I’m good, thanks. I can do it myself.”

Scarlett nods and sits down at the edge of her bed in silence, as JJ clumsily cleans his cuts, face scrunched in pain as it stings. He successfully places the last bandaid and looks at Scarlett, who hasn’t said another word.

“I, uh – thanks, I guess,” JJ says awkwardly, placing his hands in his pockets. “I should go.”

Scarlett looks at her phone at the time, 3:30am, and shakes her head.

“You can stay here, it’s late and I have a feeling you’re not quite up to the ride home.”

JJ panics, eyes wide, and resorts back to guarded defensiveness. “I’m not sleeping here. I don’t even know you.”

Scarlett sighs. “You didn’t seem to have an issue with that when you came home with me. Look, you can sleep on my couch,” she says as she gestures towards the plush couch in the corner of her large bedroom.

JJ huffs. Kooks, he thinks, but he nods reluctantly.

It’s the feeling of overwhelming loneliness, coupled with the fact that someone actually cared about him, that leads JJ to spend the night sleeping on a Kook’s couch.

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[socialwriter]

Ch.1- Welcome to the Moulin Rouge

Listen alongside: This and this

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

1.5 K words

TW: Prostitution, cursing, insinuations of criminal activity

A/n: This is chapter one of my Moulin Rouge series, I hope you enjoy! This is mainly to set up the coming chapters, so it will get better!

Our story begins in Paris, at the turn of the 20th century…

 It's a crisp night, and all the patrons rush into the Moulin Rouge to escape the weather, the anticipation of what the night may hold causing a jump in their step. They would get a show complete with singing, dancing, and the fulfillment of their wildest, lust-filled fantasies. Liquor flows freely from bottle to cup, the intoxication of the guests no doubt a ploy so that all frugality may be forgotten while in the establishment. They were destined to see the performances of many, but it was unspoken common knowledge that they all came for one person. Her…

 As the lights dimmed and latecomers scrambled to their seats, Topper Thorton, the owner and MC of the establishment, made his way onstage. He had built the business from the ground up, a way to provide housing and an income for many girls with no other option, living on the streets. He had begged, borrowed, and stolen, and was willing to do anything to keep the establishment open. It may not seem like it on a surface level, but Topper deeply cared for the girls, and in fact, what he did to keep the business running, he was really doing for them. Without the Moulin Rouge, most of his performers would be left homeless and hungry, a fate that Thorton would not accept, no matter what it cost him. He was hopeful that with the plan he had enacted involving his right-hand woman and best performer, he might save the place from going under. 

 "Hello, chickens!Yes! It's me your own beloved Topper Thornton in the flesh! Welcome...To the Moulin Rouge!" He exclaimed, earning polite applause from the night's audience. 

 "Now, are you ready for our dazzling opening duo… Sarah and Kiara!"

  The curtains were pulled back, revealing the two girls clad in red corsets and black fishnets. Thornton had learned his tricks throughout the years. Put your top performers first to initially  pull the audience in, and leave the best for last so that the audience stays engaged throughout the show. Sarah and Kiara were some of his best, ruthless in their pursuit of position as the best performer of all the girls of the Moulin Rouge. They used all the tricks in the book. Their voices. Their dance moves. Their bodies. Never had they had a dissatisfied customer. They made Topper proud, never doing any wrong. Yet they could never be at the top of the pecking order. That spot was reserved for one person and one person only. 

 The Moulin Rouge was a prime example of the economic divide, with both the rich and the poor flocking there to spend whatever money they could on a fun night. The rich aristocrats with their pristine suits and crisp white shirts sat in booths, sheltered off from who they deemed the lowlife Bohemians. These lowlife Bohemians, while clad in their best attire, looked unkempt compared to the rich. Their pants donned holes and stains, while their jackets frayed at the edges. And as Topper's top priority for his business was money, he made sure that the aristocrats received the best services, copious drinks, and the best seats for entertainment, while the Bohemians were left with the scraps.

 The wealthiest and most pompous of all the aristocrats had to be Rafe Cameron, the Duke of Monroth, sat in the centermost booth. All the performers were instructed to visit him and his posse most often, as he always paid with the biggest bills. Rafe Cameron was to be used as a cash cow, milked for every penny he would give, all in an effort to save the Moulin Rouge. He was, at best, an asshole to those he disliked and at worst..well at worst, he wasn't able to be called a name at all. 

 The two Bohemians that had been a thorn in Thornton's side the entirety of his time at the Moulin Rouge were no doubt John B Routledge and Pope Heyward. The two of them always snuck in, never paying, distracting from the performances, and mooching off the wealthy for free booze. They were bad for business, but like cockroaches, they never could be exterminated, and they now had added a third member to their band of misfits: JJ Maybank.

----

 JJ ventured through the streets of Paris that afternoon, absorbing all the new city's sights. The blond was fresh off a boat from America, and he had moved to France, hoping to share his music with the world. However, his quiet walk around the city was interrupted by the bickering of two men a little ways away. They were loudly arguing and flailing their arms, but the second JJ heard them aggressively singing tunes at each other, his interest was piqued, and he approached the two men. "I'm sorry, but what exactly is going on?"

 The dark-skinned man stood up, placing his hand on JJ's shoulder, much to JJ's surprise. He had just met the men, but he had been told that the people in France were often more affectionate than those in America. "We can't decide what sounds better for our show. I think that the line should go 'the hills are alive, with the sound of clanging.'" The man with his hand on JJ's shoulder explained, to which the brown-haired man stood up, shaking his head.

 "No, it should go 'the hills are alive, with the bells and chimes."

 "See, that just sounds wrong."

 "If I'm wrong, then you're really wrong."

 JJ furrowed his brow, glancing between the two bickering men. He didn't need his musical abilities to tell you that neither option sounded good. "Um, actually, what if you went with 'the hills are alive, with the sound of music'?" He sang out, looking at the two men who both had a look of shock on their faces, mouths slightly ajar.

 "That's...genius!" The brown-haired man exclaimed, looking at his friend, both grinning. "You must work with us on our show, it's going to be the big-ticket item that gets us out of this hell hole. So, what's your name, friend?"

 He hadn't really noticed it before, but it appeared that JJ had stepped into the poorer part of the city, which was presumably where the two men lived. The paint on the walls was chipped and faded and the only bench on the entire street were the two crates that the men were sitting on earlier. It seemed like these two men just wanted to make it big and create a better life for themselves, something JJ had always hoped for. And if he got to share his music with the world while he did it..well he was sold. "JJ. My name's JJ Maybank." He said, shaking the hands of both men.

 The more affectionate man grinned, patting JJ on the back. "Well I'm Pope Heyward, and he's John B. And Mr.Maybank, we may need to use you for more than your musical talents." Pope uttered seriously, looking JJ directly in the eye. "I,um-what?"

 "You see, the Moulin Rouge is the most well known theatre in all of Paris. You get your show in there, and you're guaranteed success." John B explained to the blue eyed boy. "The problem is, our reputation," he gestured to himself and Pope, "precedes us at that place. We need a new face like yours to get our show even considered by the big dogs. We're gonna need you to talk to the it girl of the club. Thornton will do anything she wants, so you convince her, we're in. Can you do that for us JJ?" 

 Both Pope and John B looked at JJ hopefully, and JJ didn't have the heart to tell them no. Despite only knowing them for a short time, JJ had the feeling that he would grow very close to them, forging a bond of brothers. "Okay, I'll do it."

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 The trio of Bohemians had snuck into the Moulin Rouge after the show had begun, the dark lights making it difficult to see exactly who was sneaking into the building. "All right, one of the middle booths is open." Pope whispered to the other two boys, to which John B excitedly quickened his pace to snag the seats. JJ didn't see the big deal, it was just a set for crying out loud. 

 When the three were situated, John B leaned over to JJ, filling him in on the ways of the Moulin Rouge. "You don't know it, but we just snagged the best seats in the house. This is where all the girls give their attention to, making your 'mission' that much easier." John B clarified, causing JJ to form an 'o' with his mouth. 

 "She'll be on any minute, JJ, get ready," Pope murmured, the energy at the booth going from joking and fun to serious. These boys had a mission, and JJ didn't want to let his new friends down. But nothing could have prepared him for what he was in store for.

 "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you our "Sparkling Diamond" The unique, the indomitable, the one and only! Y/n." 

 The curtain rose, and JJ's mouth instantly went dry when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked onstage. Immediately, butterflies erupted in his chest. He realized that this mission of his was going to be much harder than he had initially anticipated. 

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[pixelated-pogues]

All in My Head (j.b)

Inspired by: All in My Head by Tori Kelly Requested: No, but it’s the first time in two weeks that I’ve been inspired to write a fic, so I thought I’d go for it. Summary: You’ve been crushing on your best friend John B for ages, and thought that his feelings were reciprocated, only to be blindsided when another girl comes into the mix. Warnings: Swearing, stray’s from what happened in the show, angst --------------------------------------- I see you with her and it crushes me inside guess I should stop thinkin’ about you all the time

I walk into the Wreck, Kie’s arm slung carelessly over my shoulder as we laugh about JJ and Pope’s childish bickering over who would could sweet talk their way out of getting in trouble with cops. 

“Pope, you’re so by the book that you’d end up confessing everything to them before they could question anyone else. You can’t convince me otherwise,” JJ argues, a sassy look on his face. I shake my head at their pointless banter, tuning out Pope’s rebuttal as my eyes scan the room to search for John B. My heart rate spikes at the thought of him, eyes trailing over everyone in the restaurant before landing on him. Confusion floods my system, my heart dropping at the sight of him seated at a table with Sarah Cameron, his arm lazily draped over the back of her chair while she giggles at something he said. 

I want to tear my eyes away from them, pushing down the hurt in my chest, but I can’t. All I can think about is the way John B is looking at her, touching her, in the same way he has been with me. 

“Y/n, are you alright? You look like you saw a ghost,” Pope asks, keeping me from completely sinking into myself. Kie nudges me slightly, a concerned look on her face as the three of them stare at me.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” I stutter, forcing a convincing smile. “I was just zoning out.” 

“You’re always zoning out,” JJ jokes, Pope joining in on his laughter before they rowdily move through the crowd to get to the table with John B. I move to follow after them, but Kie’s hand meets my wrist, stopping me from moving any further.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I wasn’t exactly expecting to see John B ogling over Sarah either, but I also don’t have the same feelings for him that you do,” she questions, hinting to the nights we’ve stayed up talking about him.

“I’m fine, Kie,” I state with a small shrug, straightening up at the sight of her unconvinced expression. “I promise.” I rest my hand on her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze before taking a breath and stalking toward the table.

“Took you guys long enough, I’m starving,” JJ groans upon our arrival at the table. I fake a laugh, moving to take a seat next to him, ignoring the fact that it’s seated across from Sarah. 

“You’re so dramatic,” Kie tells him, finding the empty seat next to me. “You guys just sat down.” I muster a laugh with the rest of the group, fiddling with my silverware as I stare at the menu in front of me in an attempt to keep my focus on anything other than the couple sitting in front of me. Everyone falls into typical conversation in front of me, Sarah easily fitting in with the group dynamic, while I remain quiet, adding small comments whenever my name is brought up.

“Okay so, you made it sound like there was an urgent reason for meeting you here,” Pope begins, after the waiter took our order. 

“Yeah,” JJ agrees, leaning closer to the center of the table and lowering his voice. “Is it about the 4 mill?”

“No,” John B responds, a light laugh falling from his lips. “It’s 400 mill, by the way, and it has nothing to do with that.” 

“Then why was it so urgent?” Pope pipes back in, leaning back in his seat.

“I guess it wasn’t,” John B replies, shooting Sarah a soft smile. My heart lurches at the endearing look in his eyes, before he turns to meet my gaze briefly. “I was just tired of hiding it.”

“Hiding what,” I question, dread filling my system. I mentally prepare for his answer, knowing full well that he’s talking about Sarah. Why else would she be here? 

“I know it’s weird timing, but,” he pauses, smiling as Sarah sends him a reassuring look. “we’re together.” Sarah smiles brightly at his statement, slightly leaning closer to him. I stare at the two of them in shock, trying to mask the hurt radiating from my chest. I take notice of the way John B refuses to meet my gaze, taking time to soak in everyone else’s reaction. 

“No shit,” JJ laughs, taking a sip of his drink. “Welcome to the dark side, Cameron.”

“I’m not sure what you see in him, but welcome to the group,” Pope adds, leaning forward so that he could make eye contact with Sarah.

Kie mumbles her own congratulations before her hand moves to rest on my thigh, squeezing it reassuringly. I shoot her a quick nod, my lips curving into a lighthearted smile.

“That’s really great guys,” I tell them, smiling at the happy look on Sarah’s face. The conversation shifts to everyone asking them questions about their relationship while I silently contemplate how I can casually leave without raising any suspicions. The sight of Sarah and John B curled into each other across the table from me putting a bitter taste in my mouth. 

Maybe this is what I needed Maybe this is a sign Maybe I’ve been blind to reality

“I think we need to have a celebratory night on the HMS Pogue. Give Sarah a sneak peak of what it’s like being a pogue,” JJ announces, turning to face the group as we walk out of the Wreck. 

“I’d love that,” Sarah agrees, John B’s hand slipping into hers after he let go of the door. I inwardly cringe at the affection, remaining silent as everyone else agrees.

“Y/n, you down,” John B asks, addressing me for the first time since we’ve been together. He holds a light expression, his eyes hopeful as they bore into mine. 

“Oh, um,” I pause for a minute, silently weighing my options. “I can’t tonight. My mom needs help doing inventory at the shop.” It isn’t a lie. Friday nights are inventory days, but that’s never been a responsibility that she’s given me. She knows that my Friday nights are spent with my friends, and she likes to respect that rather than making me work. 

“Really? I’m sure you can get out of that, your mom never asks you to work on Friday’s,” I inwardly roll my eyes at Pope’s statement, silently cursing him for bringing it up.

“Really,” I lie, checking my watch. “Amanda and Avery called in so I’ve got to be there. I should probably get going.”

“We’ll see you later then,” John B hums, his shoulders dropping in defeat. “We can come pick you up when you’re done if you want. Maybe have a bonfire on the beach?”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll be there pretty late. You guys have fun tonight,” I dismiss his offer quickly, simply wanting to go home and wallow by myself for awhile. Everyone drops the subject, Kie giving me a tight hug before we all bid our goodbyes. I watch as they all pile into the van, waving one last time before spinning on my heels to start the trek back to my house. 

My shoulders slump as soon as the van is out of my line of sight. Images of John B’s arm casually draped over Sarah’s shoulder’s replaying in my head. 

I feel so stupid. Of course he didn’t like me back. We’ve been best friends for years, nothing more. Obviously I thought too deeply of the soft moments we’ve shared the past few months.

Every little glance my way Every time you wanted to hang You seemed so interested Could you tell me, was it real or was it all in my head? 

I mentally scold myself, feeling so stupid at the thought that John B actually felt the same way about me. He made me feel so sure of it. The way that his eyes always lingered on me longer than anyone else, his hands always dancing across my skin delicately whenever they could, our late night conversations under the stars tucked into each others arms as the hammock swayed with every gentle movement, how time always seemed to escape us when we were together, and so many other aspects of our friendship had me completely convinced that he liked me too. 

It always felt so real with him. Somehow he always made having a safe place seem easy. The quiet moments we shared with or without the other pogues around always had my mind reeling at the unspoken agreement that I felt we had when it came to our feelings for each other. 

Now I’m sitting here, sulking in my bedroom alone while he’s with someone else, feeling completely embarrassed and stupid for thinking that we were anything more than friends. 

I fall asleep, caught in a mental battle of trying to decipher whether the way his feelings always seemed to match my own was real or simply a concept that I made up in my head. 

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She’s so pretty, you two look so great Time for me to move on now It was probably just a silly crush anyway

Kie’s knee knocks against mine as she sits down in the empty spot next to me, the fire in front of us casting shadows against her soft skin. I shake out of my daze, pulling my eyes away from the flames to focus on her. A tipsy smile etches on my face at the sight of her gentle expression. 

“You okay?” My smile falters at her question, eyes falling on the couple cuddled against each other on the other side of the fire. “You’ve been quiet all night.” 

“I’m fine,” I nod, taking a sip of the beer in my hands. I bump my shoulder with hers softly. Trying to lighten my own mood. “I’m just trying to get used to seeing them together is all.” 

“Me too,” she responds, toying with the bottle in her own hands. “How are you doing with all of this?”

“Not great,” I admit, averting my eyes to the sand beneath our feet. I push my hair away from my face, gathering my thoughts for a minute. “I mean, she’s gorgeous and clearly makes him so happy but seeing them together makes me feel sick to my stomach.”

“Y/n,” she pouts, a sympathetic look crossing her features.

“It’s okay,” I assure her, waving it off. “It was probably just a silly crush, but it’s going to take time to move on.” 

“I’ll be here through it all,” she promises jokingly, but I can hear the seriousness in her tone. “I like Sarah, but John B is an idiot for not seeing what he’s missing with you.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle, my eyes hesitantly moving to look at him again. “He is.” I’m surprised to catch his eye when I look across the fire. Sarah was engrossed in a conversation with Pope whle John B’s focus steadied on me. He shoots me a soft smile, his eyes twinkling when I return it. My heart rate speeds up momentarily, a sense of longing settling in my chest before his attention goes back to the girl enveloped in his arms. 

But I just can’t help but think That we, we could have had something Have I really been blind to reality? Baby tell me

I blink allowing my thoughts to wander as Kie stands to grab another drink. The small interaction with John B causing my mind to reel with endless scenarios and memories of what we used to be. 

“We’re always going to be close, right?” I murmured into the silence of the room, my voice carrying for a moment. 

John B shifted me so that I was facing him, his arms never leaving their position curled around my waist. 

“Of course we will,” he promised, his breath fanning over my face. “You’ll always be my girl.” My heart hammered in my chest at the way the phrase rolled off of his tongue so easily. Him vocalizing that he sees me as “his girl” enough to make me putty in his arms.

That was the turning point in our friendship for me. The moment that the soft glances and one on one’s were more than just two friends hanging out. It seemed that he had that understanding too, he always wore a content smile when I was around, humming whenever my skin so much as brushed his. 

All things considered, feeling as though my feelings were reciprocated didn’t feel so silly. It seemed like we had something going on after that moment, and I can’t help but get lost in the thought of what we could have been. 

I shake myself out of the rabbit hole of thoughts threatening to pull me under, not wanting to get caught in the mind games. Maybe we were something, or maybe we could have been, but his choice is apparent. 

Rather than focusing on what we could have been I begin focusing on who I want to be without him.

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A/n: Hello! This is the first fic that I’ve written and posted in a HOT minute. It’s kind of short, and definitely isn’t my best work, but I was inspired by the song so I thought I’d give it a try. 

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panicked - kiaraxreader

summary: y/n and kie hash out feelings that they should’ve years ago.

pairing: kiaraxreader

warnings: underage drinking, smoking, cussing, some angst and fluff sorta, mentions of sex

a/n: hello. this is the first time i’ve ever written anything on here so please go easy on me. also it’s 4am so if there’s mistakes i apologize. i’ll probably rewrite this at some point but anyways enjoy!! 

give kie a girlfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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You weren’t sure how you spotted her through the crowded area of Kooks, Pogues and tourists that littered the beach, but you did. And you wanted to fucking cry. You haven’t seen her since she ran out of your life almost two years ago. 

She looked good, hell she always looked good. She was always effortlessly beautiful and you still weren’t sure how she even gave you the time of day. The orange hues from the fire she was sitting at was making her face glow, just like it used to when the morning sun cast over her when she was sleeping in your bed. And her untamed, curly, dark hair was softly blowing from the wind that the waves caused. 

She was sitting with a group of five, two of them being the infamous Sarah Cameron and John Booker Routledge. The two lovers went missing at sea a year ago and just recently returned to The Outer Banks. To say the whole island was in shock would be an understatement. No one had heard a word from them the entire time they were gone and they just showed up like nothing had happened, like everyone didn’t think they were dead.

“Y/N! Are you ok?” Your best friend asked.

“Hmm? Yeah. Sorry just lost in my own thoughts.” You responded peeling your eyes away from the girl you once used to love. 

She studied you for a moment not really believing you. She had been watching you stare at the girl for a while but decided it was best not to bring it up. “Come on, let’s go dance.” she said grabbing your hand that wasn’t holding the plastic red cup full of cheap beer. 

Letting her pull you away from your spot near the keg you stole one more longing glance.

You weren’t sure how long you two had been dancing but you knew you needed another beer seeing as how your cup was now empty. 

“I’ll be back, need a refill.” You said holding up the cup shaking it slightly. 

The girl just waved you off since she had now gained the attention of a random tourist. 

Laughing you turned and started to tread back to the keg. The table now occupied by John B, Sarah, Kie and a blonde and dark skinned boy you didn’t know the names of. You were hoping not to have to run into her the rest of the night but God seemed to hate you.

Sighing you walked up and had put on your best smile, praying no one noticed how uncomfortable you were. 

“Hi Y/N! Need a refill?” John B. asked.

“Yes please.” You smiled at him sending a small wave to Sarah who gladly returned it. 

“So the Bahamas huh?” You joked, trying to start up a conversation with the modern day Romeo and Juliet. Minus the dying part obviously. 

Unknowing to you Kiara had tensed as soon as she heard your name. The girl had noticed you earlier when the group had arrived. You were smiling and laughing with a girl she didn’t know and her heart ached. She wanted to go over and talk to you but she knew you didn’t want to see her. Not that she blamed you, she had left without any explanation and refused to answer your many texts and calls.

Pope and JJ had noticed the girls mood change. JJ had put a hand on her arm gaining her attention. “Yo Kie you okay?” He asked. 

“Mhmm.” The girl hummed trying to hide her face in her beer bottle. JJ and Pope though didn’t believe that. “You sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” JJ joked trying to ease her now weird mood.

“Yep.” Kie replied, trying to listen in on the conversation happening right behind her in hopes of hearing your laugh.

“Whatever you say.” JJ said turning to the other three that were deep in conversation. 

Kie took another huge gulp from her beer, trying to gain the confidence to turn around and actually face you.

When her beer was gone she had finally turned around to see you and JJ introducing yourselves. JJ not so discreetly hitting on you, instantly putting her in a sour mood. Rolling her eyes with a huff Kiara walked over and threw her arm around the blonde boys shoulders.

“JJ, stop hitting on every girl you see. The girl clearly ins’t interested.” She said finally looking at you in the eyes for the first times in years.

Raising your brows with an amused look on your face. “Who said that?” You questioned turning from the blondes face to hers.

You were pissed, but you were trying not to show it. How dare she walk over here and act like nothing happened between you two, like she didn’t even know your name. 

Fine, she wanted to play that game then you could too. 

Rolling her eyes again she threw her arm off JJ and crossed them over her chest. “I did.” 

Keeping eye contact with her you raised the cup to your mouth to mask the slight smirk on your face. 

“Still got that dolphin tattoo?” You asked innocently. The group of friends all raised their eyebrows, confused on how you knew about her secret tattoo.

“Oh, fuck you.” She spat, bawling her hands into fists letting them fall to her sides.

“Hmm, I’ll take that as a yes.” You hummed. “Anyways nice talking to you guys but I gotta go save my friend from getting an STD from some frat boy.” You said turning away from them and treading down the beach with a smile on your face, happy at the fact that you had gotten her as angry as you were.

Once you were out of their sight, the four turned to Kiara. 

“Ok what the fuck was that?” JJ asked.

They had never seen their friend that upset and angry. 

“Nothing, I was trying to help her out by saving her from you but she clearly wasn’t grateful.” She said trying to calm herself down.

“Nope not buying it. Tell us what happened.” Sarah said. If there was one thing Kie knew about Sarah it was that she was never going to stop bugging her until she finally snapped.

“Fine. Fine.” She said running her hands through her curls in frustration. “You guys remember when I had my kook year?” 

The group nodded. 

“Well when Sarah had that party and didn’t invite me I took a walk on the beach trying to distract myself. I met Y/N on the beach, she was smoking and asked if I wanted to hit it so I did, obviously. Next thing I know, I’d smoked two joints with her and ended up telling her all about my problems. She listened and just let me vent to her. By the end of my story she pulled out her phone and called the police telling them about the party.” Kiara explained looking at Sarah with an apologetic look. 

“From then on we hung out everyday. We went surfing, shopping, went to the movies. I practically lived with her for months. Hell she even gave me my tattoo.” Kiara said throwing her arms up.

“One night we were watching a movie and next thing I know she kissed me.” She smiled at the memory. “It was new and exciting.” She trailed off sadly looking down at her feet.

“But I got scared. I just remember waking up and looking at her sleeping, she just looked so beautiful and.. and I knew she deserved better than me. Someone who wasn’t scared of loving her and could do so without disappointing their parents. So I left, I snuck out of her bed and never went back.” She said. “That was almost two years ago.” She finished. 

Sarah walked around the table and hugged her. Kie hadn’t realized she had tears threatening to spill from her eyes. 

“I think you should go talk to her.” She said rubbing her hands up and down her back to comfort her. 

“Yeah I should.” She agreed, pulling out of the hug to wipe her face.

“Wait, you got it on with a hot girl and didn’t even tell us? Selfish.” JJ said with a look of hurt.

Kiara laughed, happy that JJ’s dumbass comment easily lifted the mood without even trying.

“Go talk to her.” Pope said with a small push in the direction the other girl went.

“Seriously? Are we not gonna talk about this? I want details!” JJ yelled after the girl, throwing his hands up in dismay.

He was quickly shut up by John B smacking the back of his head.

“Hey you wanna leave? It’s almost 1am and I’m honestly not in the mood to party anymore.” You said pulling your friend from the conversation she was having with the dark haired male she was dancing with earlier.

“I think I’m gonna stay for a bit.” She smiled while looking at the boy she was definitely going to be sneaking through her window later. 

“Are you okay?” She asked once she noticed your sad expression and your arms wrapped around you trying to make yourself smaller. 

“Yeah I’m good. Just tired.” You reassured. “I’ll let you get back to it.” You said with a smile pointing at the boy.

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, have fun. Wear protection!” You shouted with a playful smile making your way up the beach to head home. 

Making your way past the crowd you were stopped by a hand on your arm. 

“Y/N! Wait!”

Closing your eyes you let out a huff of annoyance.

“What?” You asked turning around to face the person stopping you from crashing in your bed.

“Can we talk please?” Kiara asked slowly moving her hand off your arm.

“Sure!” You said with fake enthusiasm. “You wanna start with you leaving me naked in bed after I finally had the courage to make a move? Or do you wanna talk about you being jealous and rude when I was simply talking to your friends? What about you pretending like you didn’t know who I was or what you did to me?” You shouted. 

No one seemed to notice though as the music around the beach was loud, drowning you out.

Kie winced looking down at her feet. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“Sorry? You’re sorry?” You asked in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you laughed bitterly.

“Look, can you just let me explain.”

“No! I don’t want to hear it anymore. I wanted a reason years ago not now!”

Kiara still wouldn’t look you in the eyes. Finding her pale yellow vans more interesting at the moment. Huffing you turned on your heels determined to leave before you got even more pissed.

“I was scared because I was falling in love with you.” Kiara spoke softly. 

You froze.

“Everything with you felt so good and I panicked. I panicked because I’ve never felt like that about someone. I panicked because I was scared of what my parents would think once they found out. They already hated me for going back to the pogues and I didn’t want to be anymore of a disappointment to them” She was now in front of you, looking between your eyes for any sort of emotion. Tears were starting to cloud both of your eyes. “Which is stupid because when I told them I liked girls too they didn’t even bat an eye. They just said they would always love me and it didn’t matter who I wanted to be with.” she trailed off.

“Leaving you that day was the worst decision I’ve ever made. I thought I didn’t deserve you, I still don’t. You’re this perfect person, inside and out and I didn’t want to ruin you.” She smiled sadly. “And I just wish you didn’t hate me anymore.” 

You laughed grabbing her face with both hands and wiping her tears away. “No matter what you do, I could never hate you.” You smiled. “Even if I wanted to.” 

“Really?” she looked at you and your bright smile. 

“Really. Wanna know why?” 

Before she could answer you crashed your lips together. She didn’t even hesitate to kiss back, grabbing your neck with one hand and snaking her other one around your waist to keep you close. Everything around you faded away. You couldn’t hear the loud music playing, the waves, not even her friends cheering you two on in the distance. Nothing in that moment mattered, except her. 

Sighing you pulled away with a smile on your face.

Kiara slowly opened her eyes, dazed from feeling your lips on hers again. 

“Wanna stay the night?” You asked, biting your lip to try and contain the huge smile that was trying to escape.

“Do you even need to ask?”

Giving her one more quick kiss, you intertwined your hands and pulled her in the direction of your house. 

“Hope you know you aren’t getting any sleep tonight. We’ve got a lot of making up to do.” 

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