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Love to Break You (Rafe Cameron Drabble)
Prompt Credit @mostlyheinous : “I’ll have so much fun breaking you.” “Eyes on me,”
Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, this is not a beta’d read, sexual themes (oral sex, fingering, p in v penetration, mirror sex), MINORS DNI, use of pet names
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“Oh come on, Y/N. It’s the party of the year. What else do you have planned on a Friday night?” Your friend, Sapphire jested. “It’s Rafe’s party. I’m not going.” “That literally doesn’t matter. You probably won’t even see him.” You huffed, handing back her blunt and standing from the sand of the beach. “What’s your problem with him anyway?” She called after you, putting out the blunt in the ashtray and stuffing it into a plastic bag as she scrambled to pack her stuff up.
You were only a few blocks from Pope’s house. You’ll probably spend the rest of the night playing Resident Evil, not going out to some stupid party. You waited until she caught up to answer, “Him and his friends are always dicks to my cousin, Pope. The Kook and Pogue rivalry is so stupid.“So what?” “If you even need to ask that, you’re a lost cause.”
“Okay look, Pope and his friends are Pogues. Rafe and his friends are Kooks. They’re always going to have a rivalry. Don’t let that get in the way of you having fun.”
“If that’s your way of making me feel better, you suck at it.” “I’m just saying, loyalty to your cousin is what’s going to turn you into a Pogue like them. And believe me, that’s the last thing you need.” “I’m already a Pogue, what are you talking about?” “Barely, you have a full time job and save up for things. Which is more than I can say for Pope and his friends.”
“Watch it,” you warn. “You walk around here like you have a stick permanently lodged up your ass. Go to the party. Get laid, smoke some weed, drink some beer. Live a little! Damn.” She lectured. “Or don’t. I’m not your fucking parent.” She bumped your shoulder and she walked passed you to cross the street.
“Bitch,” you heard her say from across the street. “Fuck you,” you shouted and she flipped her middle finger up at you. You sincerely debated chasing after her and drop kicking her but that would probably land you in a jail cell. Someone’s sharp whistle caught your attention. Your head whipped over to see Rafe on his dirt bike. “Isn’t that the fifth friend you told to fuck off? Not the most social person, are ya?”
“How about you do me a favor and do the same, huh?” You continued to walk down the block when you heard an engine rev and a blur of tires made it’s way into your vision. You stumbled into the front of bike and saw a smirk make its way onto his face. “You coming to my party tonight?” “What point of fuck off do you not understand?” “I’ll go once you answer my question,” “I’d rather jump into a pool of shattered glass,”
You pressed the kill switch on his bike and side stepped around him when he let go of his bike fast enough to trip you. You reached out for the fence to stabilize you before sending a glare over your shoulder. “You know, I would leave you alone but you’re so fun to piss off… And it’s kinda hot.”
He picked up his bike and sent you a kiss before switching the bike on and peeling off the curb. You fucking hated that guy.
**
You were zoning out while you waited for the Xbox to sign in when you heard a faint freak of your bedroom door opening. You looked up to see JJ clearing his throat. “Shit, I didn’t know you would be in here.” You waited a moment before saying, “Well it is my room.” “Right, well uh- we’re heard to Rafe’s party later if you want to come.” He offers, adjusting the white cap he was wearing.
“Is everyone going to that stupid party? Why are you guys going?” “To stir up some trouble,” he says with a mischievous smirk. “Just sayin’. I know fighting is kind of your thing. And there’s definitely going to be a fight or two there.” “You don’t say?” He hums in agreement. “Where there’s Pogues and Kooks, there’s always gonna be a fight.” He answers with a shrug.
Pope comes into the doorway and scratches the back of his neck. “Why do I feel like you guys want to ask me something?” You set down the controller and lean back on your hands while you wait for a response. JJ’s gaze fell to your breasts that we’re spilling out of the racer back crop top you were wearing.
Pope noticed his friends gaze and elbowed him in his ribs. “Ow! What the fuck man,” JJ whined. “Stop checking her out,” “What? She’s hot, dude. I’m sorry.” They conversed like you weren’t within earshot of them. “What do you want?” You asked. “We were wondering if you can give us a ride to the party,” Pope suggests.
Sapphire’s words rattled around your head. “Get laid, smoke some weed, drink some beer. “Fine,” you said, clapping your hands on your thighs before standing. “When’s the party?”
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“We leave at midnight and not a minute later,” you tell the group of teens like you weren’t only two years older than them. “Wait you’re coming inside?” JJ asked. “Yeah, why not?” “Sick,” he fist pumps, earning an eye roll from Kiara. You took the keys from the ignition and tucked it into your pocket along with your phone.
You wore a simple black sun dress with roses on it and sandals. Your curly, short hair was still damp from the shower you just took. As soon as you set foot on the gravel driveway, you smell firewood and booze. JJ got you a drink as you sat by the fire pit and John B passed you a J.
You were beginning to enjoy yourself and little did you know Rafe’s eyes were on you the entire time. He was half listening to girl next to him and peered at you over the edge of his solo cup whenever he took a sip. His jaw clenched when you laughed at something JJ said and JJ leaned a little closer to brush shoulders with you.
He let it go on for about thirty minutes before he lost his patience. He waited until you left to go where he assumed was the bathroom. Rafe gave a look to Topper who immediately knew where he was going with this. “Time to take out the trash, boys.” Rafe starts as he stands from his chair and shakes off the girl on his arm, Kelce and Topper followed.
“Hey Sarah, what are you doing these days?” Topper asks, leaning over the chair behind her. “Getting over you, Top.” John B answered for Sarah. “Looks like JJ’s gotta pant busting crush on Y/N, Rafe. Isn’t she your girl?” Kelce jests. “No the fuck she isn’t.” JJ stood from his chair and got in Kelce’s face. “You need to leave her out of this,” Pope suggests.
“Or what, Pogue? You’re gonna hit me? You don’t have to balls.” Rafe smiled when he saw you cross the cobblestone patio to where the confrontation was happening. “He isn’t, but she is.” John B starts, and you decked Kelce in the face from the side. You sent him stumbling backwards where he tripped over a chair.
“Hell yeah!” JJ exclaims and Rafe punched him in the stomach while Topper shoved John B to the ground. “The fuck is going on here?” You start. Rafe wasted no time picking you up while Kelce called other guys to jump into the fight with the Pogues. “Y/N!” Pope yelled after you while you dangled from Rafe’s shoulder.
“Let me go! What the hell is wrong with you!” You shouted to Rafe and he chuckled as he completely ignored you. He tightened his grip on your legs the more you tried to break free. He finally opened a room and set you on the bed gentler than you anticipated.
“Have you lost your mind?” He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m leaving,” you stood from the bed and he pushed you back onto it. “Don’t touch me,” you stood up and stepped up to him, not caring if you needed to look directly upwards to look into his eyes.
“Touch me again and I’ll make an example of you like I did your friend.” He audibly laughs and took a step closer to you. His warm chest pressed against yours but you didn’t dare to step down. “God, you’re fiesty. I love it. I’ll have so much fun breaking you.” “You’re not breaking anything,”
“Tell you what, let’s make a deal. We’ll wrestle for it. I win, you have to stay the night with me. You win-“ “I win, you and your friends leave me and my family the hell alone.” You interrupted, shoving your chest against his. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw his gaze darken and noticed that he didn’t move an inch when you attempted to shove him.
“Deal,” he starts. “Deal,” the next second, you moved to punch him but he grabbed your wrist. You used the other hand and he did the same thing. “Come on, Y/N. I thought it was going to be harder than this.” He taunts. “Fuck you!” You twisted your wrist outward and broke free of his grip. Sending a drop kick to his abdomen, he stumbled a bit and you tried to make a break for the door but he beat you to it.
He wrapped an arm around your waist and sent you clear across the room onto the bed. He was on you in a second and pinned your wrists above you with one hand, placing his free hand on your inner thigh. You cursed yourself at the goosebumps trailing up your body and made it’s way up to your hardened nipples. “You done?”
“I’m not fucking you,” he laughed in your face and pulled away from you. “I didn’t expect you,” “Who are you lying to?” “I’ll end the party and we can watch a movie after. How does that sound?” You eyed him skeptically but he continued to call someone. “Shut the party down,” “What? It’s only ten o’clock?” You heard the voice doubted over the phone. “Does it sound like I give a shit? Get it done.” He hung up.
“How are people even friends with you? You’re a dick.” “You can pick the movie,” he turns on the TV and hands you the remote. He kicks off his shoes and jumps on the bed as a deep sigh leaves his lips. “Is this normal for you? Kidnapping girls that want nothing to do with you?”
“Come on. Who’s the one lying now? I see the way you look at me. I saw the way your body reacted when I touched you. It’s just a matter of time.” “Yeah, well don’t hold your breath.”
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It’s been hours since the party ended. It’s close to 1 a.m. now and you’re not even close to being tired. You had clicked on the Choose For Me feature on Netflix which put on Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Rafe eventually drifted off the sleep after he took off his shirt.
You couldn’t help yourself to looking at the toned muscle from the ripples of his traps all the way down to his back dimples. You made the decision to leave before you ended up making a mistake. Only managing to set one foot on the floor, Rafe grumbled, “Don’t even think about it,”
The grittiness of his voice sent a throb down below. “Jesus,” “Huh? What’s wrong? You okay?” He lifted his head from the pillow and you rocked your leg back and forth as you crossed your arms. “I’m fine,” you dismiss. “Do you need a change of clothes?” “Oh my God, Rafe. Just forget it.” He sits up and his gaze fell exactly where you didn’t want him to see.
“Ah, I see what’s going on here.” “No, you don’t.” Chills rolled down your spine in contrast to the throbbing between your legs. “No?” He brushed a hand over your breast, feeling the hardened nipple. You let out a gasp and crossed your arms over your boobs. “You’re stubborn. I’ll give you that.”
He laid on his back and manspread his legs as he fixed his hair. “So what do you wanna do?” “I wanna go home,” “Fine, your keys are on the counter downstairs.” He tucks his arms behind his arms, flexing his chest muscles and you nearly lost it. “Okay,” you turned to stand from the bed only to be pulled back down.
By the time you processed what was going on, his hand gripped the back of your neck and he slammed his lips on yours. He devours your lips with his, occasionally nipping at your bottom lip as he demanded access. You loosely held his face as he rolled you on your back and slowly settled between your legs.
“I can make you feel so good, baby.” He says once he pulls away from your lips and descended to your neck. He pulls your dress up and cupped your cunt through your lace panties. He rubs circles on your clit, smirking when you arch your back into him. “But.. I need you to say it.” He pulls away from you entirely and hovered over you, occasionally glancing down at your lips.
“Say what?” he brushed his nose against your jawline, his breath fanning into your neck. “You know what I want,” he whispers. “I..” “You?..” you hated that he was getting off on this. “I want you.. to do something before I find someone else to do it for me.” You snapped.
“You just had to ruin it,” he says with a chuckle. “You know what?” He didn’t give you a chance to respond before tearing your panties down the middle and gathering your juices with his fingers.
He sank a finger in, prodding at a sensitive spot on your back wall. Your mouth fell open when your walls expanded around another finger. A gasp left you, your hips rolling to match his quick thrusts. “Yeah you like that?” He spurs on, loving the wet sounds your cunt made as it took his fingers in.
He pushes you further up on the bed before laying down until he was level with your cunt. The mirror set right in front of the bed made it that much messier. He sent an experimental lick to your clit. Your head dropped back to the bed and he shoves his fingers deeper inside of you. “Eyes on me,” he commands and you brought your attention back to him.
Looking at the mirror, you watched as he spread your folds to expose the nerve. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucked harshly until he felt your legs tighten. A lewd moan escaped you as you frantically grab at the sheets. His soft licks compared to his hard thrusts on his fingers sent you over the edge quicker than you anticipated.
Tears built up from the overstimulation, your legs closed around his head and he grumbled in annoyance. Wrapping his arms around your hips, he pressed your legs apart with both hands and pierced your walls with his tongue. A wail left your lips and tears stained your cheeks. “Oh don’t cry now, sweetheart. You wanted this, remember?”
You couldn’t form a coherent thought to make a smart remark. Everything he was doing felt so good. With a few quick, strong licks to your cunt your body started to twitch from another impending orgasm. When it inevitably came, you shouted and begged him to give you a break.
“Please! I can’t take it. It’s too much,” he hovers over you again and took your entire chin into his hand. “Awe, it’s too much? You think that bitch, JJ, can’t make you feel like this. Huh? Use your words, bunny.” He fingers you again with his free hand and rubs hard circles on your clit with his thumb.
He laughs when you tried to push his hand away. “What happened to all that attitude, bunny? Did I suck it out of you?” You screamed when he pinched your sensitive clit. His eyes widened in surprise and clapped a hand over your mouth. “Shhh. Don’t want the neighbors to think I’m killing you in here. I’ll give you a break.”
He slowly removed his fingers from you and licked your puffy folds teasingly, earning a whine from you. “I hate you.” You croak, your entire body felt like jelly and your eyes started to close. “You’re really going to hate me when I fuck you to sleep,” you let out a squeal when he stood from the bed, flipped you on your stomach and dragged you towards the edge of the bed.
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Your lips parted in agony when your sore stomach muscles tighten as you tried to sit from bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror to see your disheveled state. Sun rays beamed through the sheer curtains, alerting you that you’ve overstayed your welcome. Purple and blue bruises littering your chest, neck and stomach. Your torn dress and panties on the floor. Rafe was sound asleep, his face in your direction as he laid on his stomach with one leg hiked up.
The sheets just covered the curve on his ass but not the skin your nails laid claim to. He was peaceful as can be, like he didn’t slut you out for two hours straight. You’ve never cried so much in one night.
You tried your best to slide off the bed with minimal noise, but of course he was a light sleeper. “Where do you think you’re going?” “The deal was stay the night. It’s clearly morning.” “Is that attitude I hear, bunny?” You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and chose to be silent.
“Just so we’re clear, you’re mine. If you try to date anyone else, and I’ll kill ‘em point blank. Each and everyone. I’m all you’re gonna need. I’ll take care of you from here on out, understand?” Your mouth fell open at the hot, psychotic man in front of you.
He put his boxers back on and lifted your mouth closed. Giving you a quick peck, he adds, “Close your mouth, bunny. You’ll let the flies in. Now what do want for breakfast?”
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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 1)
Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, drugs
Series summary: Y/N Whitfield is the Princess of the OBX. Her parents have more money than any other family on the Figure 8. She’s constantly with her best friend Topper who has secretly been in love with her since his break up with Sarah after Midsummers. Little does Y/N know that a certain Pogue has been crushing hard for her since last summer.
A/N: I originally wrote this in 3rd person and changed it so if there are some missed mistakes so sorry! Enjoy :)
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You stand in front of your mirror in the foyer, fidgeting with your white dress. It's not exactly awful, but it's not great either. If your mom didn't make you wear it, you much rather wear something else. Better yet, you rather be on Topper’s boat with him somewhere. You don’t mind parties, but sometimes they can be so tedious.
"Are you sure I look okay?" You ask your older brother, Rhett, as he passes by toward the front door. You fidget with your updo. You hate wearing your hair up like this, all formal. You’re the “windows down, hair down” type.
"Yeah, why wouldn't you?" He shrugs indifferently.
"I don't know. I don't usually wear white," you mumble still caught up on your reflection.
"It's the Labor Day Gala, everyone's wearing white," he reminds you, adjusting his cufflinks. "The last hurrah to summer!"
"Don't remind me," you grumble with a subtle roll of your eyes. "We all look like members of a cult."
Your older brother chuckles as he heads toward the door to their parents in the car. "You're not wrong."
The Labor Day Gala, the last social event of the summer. The Club hosts, obviously, as they do everything else. Labor Day is less bearable than Midsummer because it's the last of many events, one's battery is completely drained. You're known as the Princess of the OBX. Sarah Cameron, one of your best friends, used to be the Princess of the Figure 8. She lost the title when she ditched the Kooks for a group of Pogues.
You’re constantly surrounded by your closest friends, Topper, Rafe, and Kelce. Your best friend is Topper. You’ve been inseparable since you were kids. You’re rarely seen on the mainland or outside Figure 8 for that matter. Your parents have more money than God. Your brother, Rhett is going to Clemson in the fall. You have the entire world at your feet and know it too. You’re what most people would call "untouchable" and that's exactly how you like it.
Your family arrives at the Club just behind the Thortons. Recognizing the car before his mom even stopped for the valet, Topper is chomping at the bit to see you. You all climb out of their Mercedez, no one more eagerly than you once you see Topper standing by the doors. He immediately waits for you while his mother goes ahead, brushing down his white linen suit jacket. When he turns over his shoulder to find his best friend, his lips part in awe. He never fully gets used to how stunning you are. They've known each other their whole lives, but even a lifetime isn't enough to cope with his affection for you.
You’re already irritable and don’t hesitate to express your needs to your closest friend. "I need a drink," you grumble under your breath.
"That makes two of us," Topper chuckles, offering his arm to you.
"Preferably something that even if I spilled it on myself it wouldn't show." You accept the gesture and the two enter the mahogany-covered lobby of the Club. The white attire contrasts the otherwise dark decore and romantic dim lighting.
Topper glances down at you beside him as you two walk, taking notice of the thin fabric hugging your body. "Your dress is pretty sheer, it might become see-through if you do get something on it."
"Oh great," you sigh. "A constant lingering threat of a wet-dress contest. As if wearing wedges on uneven grass wasn't stressful enough."
"You'll be fine," Topper assures you with a soft smile.
"Don't jinx me!" You tug at his sleeve right as they step outside to the patio where most of the party has gathered.
"You look exquisite nonetheless," Topper compliments quietly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.
As a waiter carrying a tray of champagne walks by, Topper grabs two flutes for the pair.
"I hope so," you fuss, taking a glass from Topper. "This strapless bra is close enough to a corset I ever hope to get!"
Topper raises his brows, biting down on his lower lip. "Strapless, huh? Sounds rather appealing."
"Head out of the gutter," you smirks, taking a sip of your drink.
"Apologizes," he not so honestly states.
"Have you spoken to the boys? Are they here yet?" you wonder, glancing around the grassy area around the Club.
"Rafe is on his way and Kelce is out my the course with his parents." He leans in closer to you to whisper in your ear. "Flask of coconut Bacardi in his suit pocket."
"God bless," you mumble, in dire need of a little pick-me-up. It's ten times more difficult to make it through these things without at least a buzz.
Topper downs the majority of his drink with a hiss. He offers his hand to you. "Wanna dance?"
You follow suit and place their flutes on a nearby window sill. "Why not," you shrug.
Topper wants any excuse to touch you or even be close to you. You may be oblivious to it, but Topper would fall to his knees and do anything for your undivided devotion.
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Well into the evening, Topper and you may have danced a hundred times. Once Rafe arrived, the evening became more energetic. As per usual, you are surrounded by your trio of bodyguards.
After you and Rafe finish a dance, you go to fetch another drink from the bar. Rafe, being ever the gentleman, offers to get one for you. Then, Topper offers to accompany you, disliking the idea of you being alone. Yet, you tell them you could use the minute of fresh air, away from the dance floor.
You approach the freestanding bar on the golf course grass, just a few yards from the busy dance floor and banquet tables. Little do you know that a certain Pogue has had his eyes on you all night. JJ Maybank isn't the sort to be at a loss for words, but when it comes to you, he can never form a sentence around you. He's only seen you around a handful of times this past year and is always too afraid to approach you.
He remembers the exact moment he first saw you. He's liked others since then, but his mind consistently wanders back to you. Despite not knowing you, certain things remind him of you. One time, when he saw you laying out at the Cameron's pool while he was out on the HMS Pogue. You wore a navy bikini, now whenever he sees a blue bathing suit he thinks of you, which is at least a million times. You have waved and smiled at him on occasion when he's helped out John B at the Cameron's. Every time, JJ gets too flustered and forgets how to function. He knew you’d more than likely be here tonight which is why when Pope mentioned an opening on the catering staff, JJ jumped at the opportunity. JJ won't let another summer go by without at least talking to you. He'll go mad if he does. You may not know he even exists, but that doesn't matter. He has to know you.
You wait your turn as an older gentleman steps away from the bar with his drink. You step forward, ready to make your request to a stunned JJ. "Hey, could I get something that's clear? Literally, anything that's strong and clear." JJ stares at you with raised brows. Internally his mind is as sorted as vegetable soup. "Are you okay?" You question with a grin.
Upon hearing your voice again, JJ snaps out his daze and stammers. "Uh.... yeah, yeah, sorry. Uh, vodka martini?" He tries to play it off cool.
You giggle, "I'm trying to relax, not end up in the ocean!"
He made you laugh! JJ chuckles amazed that he could make you laugh. He wishes he could hear it again. "Okay, how about a vodka tonic?" He suggests, much more relaxed this time.
"Perfect, thank you," You wink.
'Geez, could she be any more perfect?' JJ thinks to himself.
"One vodka tonic coming right up, Miss," he declares, already reaching for the ingredients.
"Miss?" You raise a brow as you cross your arms on the bar top. "Haha, I understand you're required to use formalities, but it's just us, so feel free to be yourself."
‘Okay, be myself,’ JJ thinks as he makes up your drink. ‘Hi, I’m JJ. You’re Y/N Whitfield, the most popular girl in the OBX. So listen, I’ve been crazy for you for over a year now and I think we should be together. Have we ever talked to each other? No. Do you know who I am? No. Do I have absolutely anything to offer you? A fat nope.’
You feel a hand glide down your back to wrap around your waist. You glance up to find Topper appearing beside you. You lean into his side, welcoming the action. The boy smirks down at you, glad to have you close again. "How are we doing over here?" He questions, placing a quick peck to your temple.
JJ rolls his eyes subtly, despising the sight of Topper all over you. He's seen you together before, which doesn't make the view any less disgusting. He doesn't understand what you could possibly see in the asshole.
"Fine, just ordered another drink," you explain nonchalantly.
"Looks like they scrapped up as many Pogues as possible for this thing." Topper comments, giving JJ a slight glare. One whiskey on the rocks," the Kook Prince adds as a request. JJ swallows his tongue. If you weren't here, he'd make a smart comment back at Kook. Topper changes the subject. "Have you seen your brother anywhere?"
"I think I saw him with our dads on the patio smoking cigars, why?" You inquire with furrowed brows.
"Cool, cool..." The boy nods as scans the surrounding area for eavesdroppers. He brushes your hair over your shoulder and brings his lips against your ear in a whisper. "Rafe just got all of us some good stuff in the locker room. Meet us there in ten?" He plants a kiss to your neck because he can, making you blush.
JJ sees Topper’s action and quietly growls to himself. He wants more than anything to be the one that gets to kiss you. ‘Lord, give me the strength to not toss this lemon juicer at this pin head,’ he internalizes as he rushes to finish Topper’s drink.
Topper’s face lingers close to yours as you hum with a smirk on your lips. "Yeah, sure."
It takes every bit of Topper's will to not kiss you for real. He's constantly restraining himself for the sake of their friendship. He keeps telling himself that he needs to get over you, that you’re just friends. Yet, when he lies awake at night your face is what invades his thoughts.
"One whiskey on the rocks," JJ grumbles, interrupting the pair's moment.
Topper huffs, internally cursing JJ for his untimely announcement. "Thanks," Topper hostility remarks as he picks up his glass. He turns back to you and places a kiss on your cheek. "I better go find Rhett. See you soon, Beautiful."
"Okay, I'll find y'all," you smile as Topper reluctantly leaves you. Once he's gone, you turn back to the bar contently. After a couple of seconds of watching JJ making your drink and him screaming inside, you break the silence. "You're JJ, right? You're friends with the guy who works for the Cameron's, John B?"
'Holy shit! Holy shit, she knows my name!' JJ thinks to himself. Stopping his actions to glance up at you.
You giggle at his bewildered expression which makes him realize he's become a statue. He quickly continues to toss ingredients into the glass. "Uh yeah, yeah I am."
"Is this your first time working a club event?" You ask, making small talk.
"I've worked one or two, but this is my first of the summer. My friend Pope helped me out," JJ explains, slowly starting to feel like a functioning human again.
"Oh yeah, I know Pope!" You nod enthusiastically. "His dad usually the cater for these things."
"Your vodka tonic," JJ slides your drink across the bar to you.
You sigh with relief. "Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver! I'll see you later, JJ," you wave before you step away.
The boy smiles like a lovesick puppy, over the moon that he could please you. He watches as you walk away, despite the line of guests eager for drinks. He takes note of your perfectly tanned skin. He thanks God for backless dresses. What he would give to run his fingers down your spine, to simply touch you. He bets it's as soft as silk. Then again, he also wonders if he would ever be worthy enough to touch an angel.
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You shake your head repeatedly, spinning on your heels to face the boys behind you. "No! No! I vote we take Top's out tomorrow!"
"I vote that we go golfing instead," Topper votes as he takes another hit of his joint before handing it to you. His hand lingers over your’s longer than necessary as he eyes his friend up and down.
"Ew! I hate golfing. It's like watching paint dry," you frown in disgust, not paying attention to Topper's wandering eyes.
"Okay, one more hit," you declare as you widen your eyes for Topper to stare into. "How bad are my eyes?"
"Gorgeous as ever," Topper compliments with a grin.
"You know that's not what I meant," you giggle, shoving Topper on the shoulder playfully.
"I have another idea of what we could do..." Rafe wiggles his eyebrows at you
"In your dreams Cameron," Rhett shoves his buddy in the shoulder with a chuckle.
"You're not wrong," Rafe insinuates with a mischievous smirk.
"Alright!" Rhett laughs, despite hating how Rafe talks about his little sister. "Enough of that!"
"Geez, I'm fried," you announce with a snicker as you nearly stumble toward the exit of the locker room.
Topper rises from the bench to assist his best friend. His hands grip your waist as he walks behind you to the door. He presses his chest to your back as you swing open the door. Topper holds the door for you as you step out without looking. You spin to face him and the boy reaches to catch you with a chuckle.
"Watch out Topper!" You warn as you spot a waiter approaching with a tray full of filled wine glasses.
"Oh shit!" Topper pulls you into his chest right before the waiter bumps into you. You two laugh as you grip the lapels of his suit. He peers down at you admiringly. "Haha, maybe we should go back in for a little longer, Princess?"
"My parents... they'll... they'll probably wonder where I am," you mumble between bits of laughter.
"We'll just say we went for a walk on the beach," Topper shrugs, willing to do anything for a few minutes longer with you.
"Y/N!" Sarah calls as she turns to the corner toward the boisterous pair. "There you are! I was looking-"
"Have you seen my parents?" You question, unable to control your laughter.
As you turn toward Sarah, Topper plays with the ends of your hair that rest against your bareback. After a few seconds, he simply glides his fingertips up and down your spine. He finally rests his hand dangerously close to your butt, squeezing your hip. He would never say it out loud, but he's overly affectionate toward you when Sarah is around. He's loving toward you anyway, but he does it purposefully in front of Sarah to get to her. He's well aware of how much Sarah hates your relationship with him, not because of their past or because you’re her best friend. No, Sarah hates it because she doesn't trust Topper, but you do.
Sarah's eyes land on Topper's hand gripping your waist but quickly snap them back to your face. "Uh, yeah, they're talking to my parents in the Ocean Room. Why? What's up?"
"I was uh..." you struggle to form a proper sentence. you point to the door behind her in a wave. "I was just in the locker with Rhett and the boys."
"Ohh noo," Sarah mumbles, giving Topper a swift glare.
"Calm down, Sarah," Topper mocks her. "We're just having a bit of fun!"
"Yeah, where were you?" You whine, reaching for her friend's hand.
Abruptly, the locker room door swings open behind Topper, nearly bumping into him. Rhett and Rafe stumble out in a fit of laughter. Heads turn in the hallway, but the boys don't care to notice.
"Top! Y/N! You guys need to come see what Kelce just did!" Rhett laughs, grabbing Topper's wrist. The boy is quickly tugged into the locker room, Rhett and Rafe following after him, completely forgetting about you.
You swallow hard, suddenly dying of thirst. "I... um... I could use another drink. Do you think you could come with me to the bar?" you ask Sarah.
Sarah places a hand on your shoulder comfortingly and as a guide. "Yeah! Yeah, of course!"
"I really just need to stay away from my parents until I come down a little," you worry as the two begin to head outside.
"Okay, we'll get you a drink. Then go find a place to sit," Sarah concludes responsibly with a reassuring smile. Inside, she worries for her friend. This is far beyond the first time she's seen you this way, but it never gets less worrying. She trusts you, just not her choice in friends. At the end of the day, you are too trusting and kind in Sarah's mind. You'd never hurt a fly or say no and that doesn't work well around arrogant rich boys.
As you and Sarah approach the bar, JJ notices you two almost immediately. You look different than you did before, still gorgeous but no doubt buzzed off of something. The way you lean into Sarah is an evident sign.
"Hey JJ, could we have a glass of water?" Sarah requests, positioning you to lean against the bar.
“Not water,” you correct and look to JJ. “I want that martini you talked about.”
“Water, please JJ,” Sarah repeats, trying to keep you in order.
"Yeah," he nods frantically, already moving to prep it. "Everything okay?" He questions, already predicting the answer as he glances at you.
"Yeah, she's just had a little too much of something," Sarah answers vaguely.
"Y/N!" Rafe shouts as he strolls over with Topper and Kelce, having lost your brother at some point.
"Not now, Rafe!" Sarah remarks defensively, holding out her arm to block you from him.
"How is the Princess of the OBX?" Topper inquires, purposefully moving to the opposite side of you and slinging an arm over your shoulders to piss off Sarah. "Having fun yet?"
"I'm having a blast!" You giggle and turn to Topper enthusiastically. As you press your back against the bar, Topper grips the bar top on either side of you, enclosing you. JJ subtly observes as Topper towers over you like a dark cloud of bad influence while you peer up at him with innocent eyes. “We should go for a swim tonight!” You declare, placing your hands against Topper’s chest.
“Anything you want, my Princess,” Topper smirks, planting a quick peck to your forehead before announcing to the group. “I agree with Y/N! I think we should go for a swim later! My place!”
Rafe and Kelce cheer in agreement, making Sarah even more pissed off, if possible.
"What did you guys do?" Sarah hisses at her brother and his friends.
"Just smoked a little, no biggy," Rafe shrugs nonchalantly. "Tried to get you to do a line, she refused."
"Duh, coke isn't exactly the best thing in the world," Sarah huffs at her older brother.
"I don't know, I think it is," Rafe laughs mockingly.
Sarah scoffs, pressing her palm to her brother's chest. "Just go away, you reek of weed!"
"You're such a priss, Sarah, you know that?!" Rafe barks, a little too loudly and gathers some attention.
"Geez, I'm getting all spiny all of a sudden," you mutter to yourself.
"Woah!" Topper grips your waist before the girl can slip. "you okay, Princess?"
"I'd take you home, but I rode with my parents, and if I ask for the car they'll ask questions," Sarah rushes out, worriedly.
"My shift is ending soon actually..." JJ announces. Everyone's eyes flicker to him, even Rafe's who just glares at him in confusion. JJ inhales nervously. "John B is coming in the boat to pick Kiara, Pope, and me. We can give you a ride." After no response from anyone, he rocks on his heels and internally kicks himself for speaking up. "Just a thought..."
“As if I would ever let you anywhere near Y/N,” Topper barks.
"Okay," you agree to the idea.
Sarah shakes her head, "I don't think-"
"Y/N, I don't think so," Topper sternly declines. "I'll go get my mom's car and drive you home!" Before you or anyone can object, Topper and the boys head toward the Club to fetch the car.
"Y/N, there's no way I'm letting you get into a car where Topper is driving!" Sarah expresses. "He's completely out of it."
"Just tell my parents that Kiara drove separately and we left together because she wasn't feeling well," you instruct Sarah, out of breath. "I'm going with JJ."
This is a Y/N Sarah can recognize, responsible and put together. You’ve had wild nights but still manage to function through them.
"Are you sure?" Sarah checks worriedly, looking to JJ for reassurance.
JJ nods at Sarah, giving her confidence that he'll take care of her.
"Yeah, I just need to sit for a minute or something and I don't want my parents to see me," you explain, still kind of out-of-mind.
"Okay, but I'm walking you to the boat," Sarah complies.
JJ steps around the bar. "Let me take her," he offers, already slipping an arm around you. Sarah passes you off and begins toward the docks, checking over her shoulder to make sure you and JJ are close behind.
As JJ's fingertips glide across your back and to the thin fabric hanging on your waist, he inhales sharply. It may not be the circumstances he dreamed of, but JJ can't help but be amazed to feel you against him.
The trio arrives at the dark dock a few yards down the beach from the party. John B finishes tying up the boat as he hears them approaching. When he glances up, his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. "Sarah? Y/N?"
"Hey John B!" You greet with a warm smile as though you two have been best friends forever.
Behind the trio, Kiara and Pope approach, eager to get far from the Figure 8.
"Can we go? I'm over these Kooks acting pompous," Pope huffs as he marches down the dock.
"Are we ready to-" Kiara stops herself as she notices you on JJ's arm. "What are you guys doing here?"
"My brother is an asshole and I think he gave her a joint that was laced with something," Sarah explains with a deep exhale. "Usually, she can handle her drinks and stuff better than this."
"We're taking her home," JJ adds, leading you toward the small boat.
As JJ holds onto you by the waist, John B takes your hands. You climb on rather steadily, despite your intoxicated state. He leads you over to the floor in front of the bench to rest upon. Sarah isn't wrong, this is the most out-of-it you have felt in a while and the girl's tolerance has grown significantly the last year since hanging out with Rafe more. JJ jumps effortlessly and sits down against the bench to be near you. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling sleepy. JJ feels his heart climb up to his throat as bites down on his lip to hide his grin. Now is not the time to be gushing.
Kiara climbs onto the boat behind JJ and kneels in front of you. "Y/N, is anyone at your house right now?" She questions as she places a hand on your knee worriedly.
You shake your head, your eyes still shut. "No, everyone is here."
"If she's having a bad trip, it wouldn't be the best idea to leave her alone," Kiara determines, glancing at each individual, including Sarah who remains on the dock.
"Kie is right, let's take her back to the chateau with us," John B declares, starting up the engine.
"I'll be over as soon as I can to check on her," Sarah announces, helping out by untying the boat from the dock.
John B is quick to leave the dock, working quickly to get you safely to his house.
You bring your hand up to your mouth, politely covering a yawn. "Thanks, guys, I know this wasn't exactly on the itinerary for the night."
"You're all good, Y/N. We've all been there," John B assures you.
"Rafe Cameron has slipped you something?" You snicker, lifting your head off of JJ's shoulder, much to his disappointment. He's happy when you remain close to him despite being alert again. Having your side pressed against his eases his nerves more than he can express.
"Ha, not exactly," John B chuckles as he focuses on the water ahead. "But we're all had a bad trip."
"Geez, he's a dick!" JJ loses it for a second, clenching his jaw.
"Yeah," you nod with a slight chuckle at the boy’s sudden burst, not denying it. "Sometimes."
"Why are you friends with him anyway?" Pope frowns.
"I'm not 'friends' with him. I just hate conflict," you describe as everyone has their eyes fixated on you. Even John B glances back at you now and again. "I'm friends with Topper, Sarah, Kelce, and those guys. Rafe is just always there."
"A Kook who hates conflict, sounds contradictory," Kiara comments bitterly across from you.
"Sure I'm a Kook," you shrug with a smile, accepting the stereotype. "But I'm not a Kook in the usual sense. My priorities are completely different than those of my friends and their families. Yeah so, I live on the Figure 8 and like nice things, but none of that matter most to me."
"What does?" JJ breaks his silence with a mutter.
You turn your focus to him, your faces now mere inches apart for the first time. JJ feels his heart skip a beat as soon as your gaze meets his own. You sober up immensely as your pulse begins to race suddenly starring into the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. Your lips part to answer his question, but nothing comes out. The pair don't notice, but the others look at one another with wide eyes as they watch you and JJ stare at each other. The Pogues knew right then and there, things were about to change whether You and JJ knew it or not.
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#topper imagine#topper obx#topper outer banks#topper#jj maybank imagines#jj maybank fic#jj mayback x reader#jj maybank fluff#jj#obx fanfiction#obx jj#obx#outterbanks#outer banks#john b routledge#pope#kiara#sarah cameron#rafe obx
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Not me finally watching Outter Banks and immediately developing a soft spot for JJ and him becoming my favorite
#I also like Pope#like those two are just great and I love them so much#outterbanks#jj maybank#whatoh back at it again
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I'm open to writting any short story's for fun for a little bit :D
What I will wirte:
Smut, angst, Fluff, etc.
LGBTQ+ is welcome
WILL NOT DO!
R@pe
Pedo stuff
Incest , ect.
Just anything creepy like those ones or things closer to those things I will not do.
What I can work with:
Fnaf
Dc
Marvel
Riverdale
Bone
Outer banks
Loki
Shadow hunters
Teen wolf
Harry Potter
Creepy pasta
Gotham
Arcane
Any other ideas are welcome aswell
#fnaf fandom#gotham#teen wolf#fantasy#writting#loki#dc#marvel#outterbanks#arcane#creepypasta#writing community
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“Invisible String” 2/2 (Rafe Cameron x black!reader)
Summary: It’s been three months since you’ve no contact with Rafe. Then one random night he calls you in the middle of the night to tell you that he’s been shot.
Notes: GIF is not mine, this isn’t beta’d, angst, reader is in love with Rafe
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Rafe hasn’t left your mind since you got back from winter break.
The last few days of winter break was a blur. You had cried the entire ride back to your house where Wheezie and Cane were waiting for you.
So you knew you had to pull yourself together so Wheezie wouldn’t worry, but she already knew. She knew how it was going to end the second you left to go looking for her brother.
He’s changed since you left for college and Wheezie definitely noticed. Her and him weren’t close but anyone with eyes could see how you made Rafe better.
“What did he say?” Wheezie had asked you when you walked back through the door. “He uh.. he said he didn’t want to leave. How long has been like this?” You asked. “I think it was sometime after he helped you move to college,”
The conversation echoed through your head. The incessant buzzing from your phone pulled you out of your sleep. You’d hardly call it sleep. All you were doing was closing your eyes while your thoughts went rampid.
Picking up your phone, your eyes widened when Rafe’s picture appeared on your phone. You had immediately answered, not caring if you looked desperate.
You missed him. You missed how things were before you went to Duke. You weren’t sure what you expected when you picked up but anything would have worked for you.
“Rafe?” You whispered, not wanting to wake your roommate. All you heard was Rafe’s heavy breathing. “Hello?”
“Y/N? Y/N, I-“ he choked on a cough, “I need you. I-I’ve been shot,” “Oh my God. Send me your location now, Rafe! I’ll call the police. Just put pressure on the wound.” “Okay, okay,” tears swelled in your eyes when you heard his strained voice. Your phone chimed with his location.
“Is it bad?” You asked, but you were answered with pained groans. “Rafe! Tell me how bad is it?” Your roommate stirred in her bed but you didn’t care at this point.
“I got hit.. in my leg,” Your heart was beating in your ears at this point. You prayed that he wasn’t hit in his femoral artery. He would bleed out in seconds.
“Just apply pressure to the wound okay?” You tell him. Jumping off your bed, you took your roommate’s phone in your hands. Swiping to the emergency screen on her phone, you dialed 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?” “Hello? Um my friend was just shot in the leg,” you gave her the address and she deployed the ambulance. She said it was six minutes out. You just hoped that he has that long.
“Okay, thank you so much.” You said to the operator before hanging up. “Rafe, you still there? The ambulance is six minutes away. You have to be awake when they get there, okay?” “Okay,” he says faintly.
“I mean it, Rafe. Do. Not. Close. Your. Eyes.” “I said okay, Y/N.” You let out a shaky sigh. Putting him on speaker, you rushed to put on the nearest sweatpants and sweater.
Slipping on your favorite pair of fuzzy crocs, you grabbed your purse and ran out of the dorm. “Are you running?” He asks once he heard your uneven breathing. “I’m running to my car. Yeah. I’m coming to Outter Banks,” You unlocked the car and tossed your purse in the passenger seat as you slid in.
“No. I’ll be okay, baby. You don’t have to-“ “I’m going. You’re not going to change my mind. Just focus on staying awake, Rafe.” Starting the car, you reversed out of the spot and made your way to the freeway you know very well.
He hums in response. Wait a second, did he just call you baby?
“Rafe?” You croaked, your chest heaved as you tried to control your sobs when you didn’t hear anything. You couldn’t even hear his breathing.
“Please don’t die,” you begged. Not a few moments later, you heard a door burst open and the sound of a radio getting closer.
“Oh Thank God,” you said, wiping away some of your tears. The commotion from tending to his wounds and putting him on a gurney calmed you. At least he was getting the help that he needed.
You heard small clips of information from the EMT saying that the bullet didn’t nick the femoral artery, which was your main concern.
The last thing you heard was the door slamming shut. The sirens sounded further and further from the phone and you took that as a sign to hang up. Once you clicked the red button, your breath caught in your throat from how frantic you were sobbing.
You pressed a hand on your chest to control yourself but your breathing only came in short gasps. You pulled over to the side of the road, your throat scratched raw from the crying.
“Whoa, what’s happening?” Rafe knelt down next to you. His hands cupped your cheeks and lifted up so you were looking at him.
“What’s going on?” “Can’t-can’t breathe,” you choked out. Tears blurred your vision and you could barely feel your hands at this point.
Rafe looked unsure of what to do. He scanned your body for injuries and didn’t see anything. You weren’t even bleeding. “Should I call an ambulance?”
You shook your head no and pushed his hands away from your face as you tried to take a deep breath. “Panic atta..” you lungs contracted and burned from the lack of oxygen.
“Panic attack? You’re having a panic attack? Oh shit, okay.” He took your hands into his and rubbed the back of your hands with his thumb.
“Okay, I need you to follow what I’m saying. Alright? Take some deep breathes with me,” you tried to say that you couldn’t but the words caught in your throat.
“In,” he inhaled deeply, “Out,” he said on the exhale. Your eyes searched his as you subconsciously followed what he was saying. In. Out.
“How did you do that?” “Wheezie used to have panic attacks whenever we tried to take her to school. There was this kid bullying her,” Rafe explains.
“But what’s going on? Why are you panicking?” He adds, squeezing your hands. “I’m scared of boats,” you hesitate and Rafe was quiet for a moment.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me anything?” He snaps. “I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” you snapped back. “I wouldn’t do that,” “You did before,” you tried to pull away from his hands but he kept his grip.
“I wouldn’t have teased you for that. You need to promise me that next time you’re nervous about something, you tell me.” “Say it,” he adds.
“I promise,” “Good. I’ll tell the boys to turn the boat around,” your eyes widen when he goes to stand up. “No! No, I’ll be okay. I just have to thug it out,”
“You don’t have to thug anything out. You’re uncomfortable. That’s enough reason for me.” “Rafe, please.”
He stares at you and watched as you wiped away the tears before they dried on your cheeks. “Fine, but I’m staying down here with you,”
“Thank you,” you said after a few moments of silence. “Of course,”
The memory relaxed you the point where your breathing was back to normal. Resting your head against the seat, you take a moment to compose yourself before merging back on the highway.
By the time you got to Outter Banks, the sun had risen and your eyes felt heavy. But you had to see him.
“Hi, I’m here for Rafe Cameron,” you told the nurse at the front desk.
“Are you alright, ma’am? You look like you’re about to pass out,” “Oh, no. I’m fine. I’ve just been driving all night to get here.”
“You should sit down,” “I will. Once I see him, please.” “Are you family?” “Practically, yes.” “Well we can’t allow non-family members back in the rooms, miss. It’s policy.”
“Ma’am, has anyone been in to see him since he’s been here?” You asked. She checked the log on the computer.
“No, they haven’t.” “Well I assure you that’s not going to change. He’s.. separated from his family. They practically disowned him. Please ma’am. I’m all he has and I thought he wasn’t going to make it.” Your voice became shaky over the last few words.
She gives you a sympathetic look. “Of course, sweetie. I’m so sorry to hear that. He’s in room 208.” “Thank you,” you said breathlessly.
Moving to walk down the hall, she calls after you. “I’ll have a nurse come in to check your vitals just in case, alright?”
“Okay,” you gave her an appreciative look before going to find Rafe’s room.
Thankfully it was the third room on the left. For the first time in hours, you felt like you could breathe again.
Rafe’s eyes snapped from the TV to you and he let out a breath. “Y/N,” Rafe says, attempting to sit up. “You look.. you don’t look good, Rafe.”
You were hesitant in entering the room.
He was in worse shape than you thought. He had a black eye and a busted lip. He had a few bruises littering his left cheek.
His right leg was wrapped and elevated to prevent swelling. If that’s just what his face looked like, you could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.
“I know you probably hate me right now,” “I don’t hate you, Rafe.” You finally crossed the threshold and approached his bed side.
“Oh God,” you covered your mouth at when you got a closer look at his injuries. “I’m so sorry,” you croaked, tears staining your cheeks. “It’s not your fault,” “Did you need surgery?”
“Yeah, one of my kidneys ruptured so they went in to fix it.” You let out a sob in your hand as the realization came in front of you.
If you hadn’t called the ambulance when you did, Rafe wouldn’t be alive right now.
“I’m surprised you came,” “Of course I came. You’re my best friend. Just because we had a break from things, doesn’t mean you stopped being my best friend.” You reassured, you watched tears run down his cheeks. He groaned as he tried to sit up once again and reached for you.
You wrapped your arms around him, careful not to apply too much pressure. But he didn’t care as he proceeded to crush you with his arms.
“I fucked up, Y/N. I am so sorry.” He says into your neck. You pulled away and held his face, examining his injuries at a closer look when you felt a weird sensation behind your eyes.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Rafe’s voice sounded like it was a mile away.
Your body felt like you were levitating off the ground and black wisps crept into your vision. You must of fell because you felt the cold tile of the hospital floor against your cheek.
You could feel the blood rushing to your face, the left side of your face felt warm. The last thing you heard was Rafe yelling for a nurse.
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Just realized I have worked with Renfield from Outterbanks before. Sent him a txt totally freaking out. Guess you can be a filmmaker and fan girl at the same time. Love you Jesse!
#outterbanks#Jesse Boyd#renfield#dude was a total champ to work with#we ate fake blood together after the shoot#frontman short film
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My family let me take some portraits of them.
#portrait photoshoot#philly#photography#creative#philadelphia#black creativity#photographers on tumblr#beauty#outterbanks#portrait photography
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: New Artisan Turquoise Beaded Beachy Adjustable Sterling Silver Chocker Necklace.
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A little getaway..
After almost 12 hours, a ferry ride and the Chesapeake Bay-Bridge Tunnel we have all arrived to 560 Porpoise Point, Corolla, North Carolina. The house is perfect, it has 6 rooms and maybe even more that were not counted, there’s a pool in the backyard, an outside shower and a Jacuzzi. The ocean is right across the house. The salt water and all of the fresh and local seafood is in the air and the feeling of total relaxation has finally began to sink in.
For the next 6 days, there was no work, no alarms, no routines, nothing but the freedom to wake up whenever and do whatever. A quick lounge in the Jacuzzi and it was time for a shower and a good night sleep after a long half day of driving. The alarms went off but quickly were shut off, we slept in until about 8:30 a.m. and then got up to go find a Dunkin Donuts. I followed him to the car and we were off.
There’s a Dunkin near by I tell him, he replies, “That looks like a Duck Donuts not Dunkin but let’s try it!” So we do and we are pleasantly surprised with our coffee, I get a Pumpkin Harvest hot coffee and he gets some kind of iced coffee, as usual. On the wall I see a picture of the types of donuts they make and quickly spot a bacon maple syrup donut, I know that if not today then it will be another day and I will try it and I did that Friday. We get back in our car and drive back 5 minutes to the house. Get into bed again and watch some television. The day isn’t great for the beach so we relax, shower and get ready for another night out for dinner.
To be honest, yes I was in a beautiful beach house, in a beautiful and peaceful town in The Outer Banks, but the most beautiful thing to me was the time off. The escape of work and stress and worry. Being away with him, having full days and full nights with each other was my vacation. The ability to get up and not shower until noon and get dressed to just hang out around the house, to have some beers and just be together, that was my vacation. We saw IT down there and I prefer the original one by Stephen King all the way.
Every morning consisted of a drive to fetch some coffee, a cruise in the car and then back to laying in bed, watching some TV and some YouTube, for him. Once the nice weather came on Wednesday, the days consisted of waking up and covering ourselves in sunscreen and heading to the beach, a 3 minute walk if you must know how close we were to it. The water was refreshingly cool, not cold, it felt incredible! We had beers on the beach and played some games too like corn-hole. We had 3 mornings straight of beach and sun and a tan that I still have today.
Thursday was date night and it was the perfect little evening. I loved the tan I had already gotten from just one morning on the beach and I knew my outfit was just perfect for that day. I wore a green romper with flora designs all over and brown strappy sandals to go with it. During the day we went to get more carts for the Juul and then we looked for a place to have lunch at. I jokingly said ‘Pizza Hut’ as we passed by it, but before I knew it he did a U-turn and we were in the parking lot. Perhaps because it was date night he said yes to that. After that he reminded me that we still had a dinner to go to at night.
I knew after lunch I would not be able to eat for a while and so did he. But the solution to that was even better than any restaurant. We walked through the shops of TimBuck II and stopped in a shop called The Cotton Gin. We looked around and from behind me, he approached me and asked, “what about a ring babe?” We went over to the Pandora section and picked out a ring, which was returned the next day for a much prettier rose-gold ring. My first Pandora ring happened to be purchased in The Outer Banks.
Now let me tell you about dinner, we went to the OuterBanks Boil Company and got a huge pot filled with lobsters, mussels, shrimp, potato and sausage. All we had to do was add water and beer to it and let it cook for about 45 minutes. After our dinner was ready we took it to the balcony overlooking the ocean and ate it out there while having a beer each of course. It was delicious, I enjoyed that meal so much and perhaps will be forever my favorite, perfect date night/birthday dinner, remember it is the thought that is put into things for the ones you love that count not how much you can or will spend on them.
Once Friday came around, it all sank in again, vacation was about to end. A feeling of depression and blues came over me. I did not want to go back and face reality, I wanted to stay in Corolla, I wanted to live there. But I guess, “everything must come to an end.” The last full day there for me was bittersweet, we went to a delicious restaurant called ‘The Tale of the Whale’, I ordered a seafood pasta dish and I must admit I ate everything but the two huge pieces of salmon. I was full with the salad, hush puppies, calamari and bread we had before the food even came.
That was my perfect little getaway and from time to time I love to go back to it in my mind of course and reminisce on those perfect moments created down there.
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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 2)
Pairing: JJ x Reader / Topper x Reader
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mild fluff
Part Summary: After the Labor Day Gala, the Pogues take Y/N back to the Chateau. There, JJ takes the chance to finally talk to her and Y/N starts to show the group that not all Kooks are the same.
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JJ offers you his hand as you climb off of the HMS Pogue. He takes note of how soft your hands are, silently loving how tightly you're squeezing him. It makes him feel needed, but then he starts to wonder why would a girl who has everything possibly need him? You have the world at your feet and he only has loose change in his pockets.
The ride over to The Cut helped your intoxication ease up. You're still not confident enough to drive a car but capable of staying awake and be witty. You and the gang of Pogues approach the chateau, a place unlike anything you’ve ever been to. It’s colorful lights illuminate the yard and fire pit waiting to be used. JJ presses his palm to your back, worried that you may lose your footing, whether it be because of the uneven ground or your state of mind. Kiara leads the way into the house while John B and Pope linger behind, observing as JJ dotes on you. As he arm wraps around your waist slowly but surely, they exchange knowing looks. What JJ might see as progress, you view as a friend of Sarah’s being helpful. It’s not that you don’t find JJ attractive. You’ve noticed him around over a dozen times. You’ve always been friendly, but JJ has been nothing but reserved around you. You just wish you had spoken before tonight, under these circumstances. You figure he must view you as most Pogues do Kooks, as stuck up and spoiled. The screen door leading to the porch squeaks, breaking the silent stroll.
"OBX Princess has probably never been on this side of the island before," Kiara teases playfully as she enters the house to fetch you something to drink.
"I have actually," you state loud enough for Kiara to hear from the kitchen. "There's a little shop I like over here but even then, I will confess, it’s a rarity that I get to see this side of the island.”
“You talk about The Cut like it’s something worth seeing,” Pope jokes.
“Of course it is,” you reply though knowing he was only messing around. “It’s far more natural looking than what we call “nature” on the Figure 8. John B’s yard is more welcoming than the meticulously gardened one at my house,” you giggle lightly as you look around the porch. 
The three boys all exchange quick glances, surprised by your backhanded comment about your half of the island. They would’ve predicted that you’d have nothing bad to say about your well-do neighborhoods considering you’re supposed to be the ultimate Kook.
"Sorry, it's a little messy in here," John B apologizes as he begins to toss things- from bathing suits to cereal boxes- off the couch.
You still linger by the front door with JJ close beside you, watching his best friend fuss. "It's perfectly fine, John B," you assure the boy with a soft smile. "Thank you."
"You never clean up for us," Pope mocks his friend in passing as John B heads inside with his pile of clothes.
"Oh shut up," John B nudges Pope in the shoulder, making him fall back into the armchair. His action only making Pope chuckle harder.
Shyly, you step over to the old couch, taking a seat at the end closest to Pope. JJ rocks on his heels nervously, unsure where to put himself. He wants to sit next to you and place his hand on your leg but he also doesn’t want seem like a total creep. Awkwardly, he determines to lean against the frame of the screened-in-porch. He's thankful that your attention is focused on Kiara as she returns, handing you a water bottle.
"Thanks," you smile, earning a similar expression from the Pogue. She settles down on a folded chair across the coffee table from you, watching as you crack open the bottle lid.
"How are you feeling?" JJ checks as you swallow.
"My heart feels like it's in my throat," you confess, swallowing hard, wondering if that would help. "But the fresh air from the ride helped immensely."
Pope frowns in the chair just beside you. "How many grams do you think you smoked?"
You shrug, starring off at the coffee table to think. "Couldn't tell you. It felt like I was in that locker room for ages though. I think Rafe buys his joints from a buddy of his from this side of the island," you glance between the three Pogues.
John B pops back out of the house. "Well, I suggest never taking anything from Rafe again," he exhales deeply as he settles down on the spot at the opposite end of the couch from you.
JJ internalizes a scream as he watches his best friend share the couch with you. ‘Look how easy it is you idiot!’ He thinks to himself. ‘All you had to do was sit next to her, it wasn’t like you had to put on a performance or anything!’
"Noted," you nod with a chuckle. Your brows scrunch together as you reach up into your hair. "Geez, this thing hurts," you huff under your breath. You begin to remove all the bobby pins your mom shoved into your hair and place them in your lap. She insisted on you having your hair up to show off the dress she picked out. Your hair begins to fall naturally in strands. Relief already spreads across your head.
JJ's lips part as he watches your perfectly shiny Y/H/C hair fall over your shoulders. If it didn't sound so creepy, he'd ask if you'd need help. He squeezes the wood panel behind him, suppressing his urge to run his fingers through your hair. "If you... uh..." he stammers, capturing your attention.
When your Y/E/C eyes meet his blue ones, it only makes him blush more. His fellow Pogues stare at him with a confused expression. Kiara wonders to herself what he was even trying to say. John B slouches in his seat as he turns his face away from you, begging for his friend to pull himself together.
JJ clears his throat, "if you... uh... want a change of clothes I could grab you something."
You nod, appreciative of his offer. "That would be great, thank you!" You hated this dress and everything required underneath it. You much rather be in shorts and t-shirts all day if you could. There's always been a piece of your that's been envious of the Pogues, it doesn't exactly matter what they wear as long as it's functional. Being a Kook means being done up 24/7.
JJ presses his lips together, giving you a sharp nod before jogging inside to find you something to change into. John B follows behind him, claiming that he's going to grab a case of beer for everyone. He watches as JJ has a quiet but expressive hissy fit all the way down the hall to the guest bedroom.
“Oh my God! Could I be anymore ridiculous!” The boy jumps up and down.
"JJ and Y/N sitting in a tree..." John B sings over his best friend's shoulder.
"Shut up, man," JJ grumbles, shoving his buddy away from him.
John B doesn't leave him alone, following him to his bedroom and standing in the doorway. JJ's room at John B's is utter chaos. He's in and out constantly that it's never been completely put together. All he has is a bed, an old butterfly chair from Kiara, and a chipped dresser. JJ's satisfied with though, as long as he doesn't have to go back to dad's house.
"You haven't stopped starring at her since I picked you guys up," John B snickers, watching his friend dig around his drawer for something clean. "Since when do you let people borrow your stuff?"
JJ stops his actions, pressing his palms down on the dresser. "She's... I don't know..." he struggles to find the right words as he focused down on his ring-covered hands. "I mean, you’re seeing it right? She's not like the other Kooks. I don't why she hangs out with those guys."
"Have you spoken to her before tonight?" John B asks, moving to sit on the end of JJ's bed.
JJ turns, leaning against his dresser with his arms crossed over his chest. "No, but you remember that night at the Boneyard?"
"How could I forget? You wouldn't shut up about her for weeks!" John B teases.
JJ grins, recalling the first time he ever saw you. "I didn't even know her name. Then, I saw her at the Cameron's here and there. I learned her name from Topper of all people. He called for her to join him in the pool. Whenever I was over there, she's smiled and waved at me. Then again, does that with all the workers the Cameron's have over there I guess. She’s just a nice person, treats everyone the same. I kept telling myself that the next time I saw her I'd talk to her... obviously I chickened out each time. Have you talked to her before?"
"Uh yeah, on occasion," John B exhales, trying to recall the times. "The first time I met her after the Boneyard, she and Sarah were tanning on the Cameron's dock while I was cleaning their boat. Topper and Kelce came over and Sarah went to go get them. I accidentally dropped a wet cloth on Y/N while cleaning off the side railings. Any other Kook girl would've had a fit, but Y/N just laughed. I don't know if she would've reacted the same way if Sarah and others were there, but I like to think she would've."
A soft smile appears across JJ's lips, his admiration of you only deepening. He envisions you laying out and the wet rag landing on you. No doubt John B freaked out and rushed out random apologies. You wouldn’t have been pretentious or hostile about the accident, that's not you. A reassuring smile would’ve immediately appeared on your face as you tell him it's alright.
"She tossed me the cloth with the brightest smile," John B continues with a soft snicker, proving JJ’s prediction. "And actually offered to help. Right when she was about to lend me a hand, Rafe and Topper came jogging down the dock. They got all defensive and led Y/N toward the house. It was ridiculous."
"I honestly hate those guys," JJ clenches his jaw.
"Y/N's cool though," John B tells his friend, pushing off his bed to stand up. "One of the most real Kooks I've come across."
"I can't believe I've never talked to her before," JJ huffs, tossing his head back.
"They're untouchable, you know? It's always been us vs. them," his buddy pats him on the shoulder as he heads toward the door.
"Not anymore. I don't care if it's impossible. I have to know her," he states with determination.
"She's here now, use that to your advantage," John B advises.
"Plan on it," JJ mutters to himself as his friend steps out into the hallway.
He had you here, within reach. JJ wasn't going to just let this opportunity pass him by. Topper, Rafe, the guys he hated that constantly have you in their hold aren't anywhere near here. He may never get a chance like this again. JJ's had this overwhelming feeling in his chest since he first saw you last summer. He knows you're meant to be his, not Topper's, not Rafe's, his.
As you and Pope continue your conversation about the history of the island, JJ appears in the doorway. He offers you a neatly folded stack of clothes ranging from an old AC/DC t-shirt that he stole from his dad to some old shorts of his that no longer fit. The Pogues wonder how long it took him to perfectly fold everything together. Your hands glide over his during the exchange and he ponders the sensation of your skin against his.
'You're so warm,' he thinks to himself.
"Thanks again, you have no idea how uncomfortable strapless bras can be!" You giggle as your rise to your feet to go change.
"The actual worst," Kiara agrees dramatically as she stands from her seated position. "Hey, I'm gonna come with you, I left my change of clothes in the bathroom!"
"Awesome!" You grin, following the girl inside.
Once you and Kiara have disappeared JJ plops on the couch next to where you would've been. He rests his elbows on his knees and hides his face in his hands. “Jesus and all that is good!" He yells, muffling the noise into his palms.
"What?" Pope laughs at his friend's expense. "Hoping she'd ask you to help undress her? 'Oh JJ, you're so sweet!' 'JJ, brush my hair!'” Pope mocks in a high-pitched voice.
“‘JJ, I loovvee you'," John B adds to the mix, pretending to pucker his lips at his friend.
"I think I'd actually go for a dive in the swamp if she asked me too," JJ concludes, coming to terms with how bad he has it.
"Just tell her! Put yourself out of this misery," Pope advises, earning a laugh from John B.
"It's not that easy," JJ groans, resting his head on the back of the couch.
"Why not?" John B presses.
"Because I don't wanna scare her off!" JJ snaps.
John B hosts a reality check for his friend. “Dude, you and almost every guy in the OBX are pleading for Y/N’s attention, including Topper and Rafe! You’ve seen how close Topper is to her, that’s what you’re competing with,” he reminds, making JJ’s heart sink. “Pull yourself together and impress her!”
“Be yourself of course,” Pope adds, ever the level headed mind. “But yeah you really need to step up your game. You’re sinking like the Titanic,” Pope mocks.
“It’s painful to watch,” John B adds with a laugh.
JJ exhales deeply, taking in his friends advice. How could he possibly compete with boys from the Figure 8. They’re your closest friends and have so much more to offer you. What you have with Topper is what JJ wants with you. Now he’s stuck wondering how he’s going to get it.
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After you finish changing, you find everyone outside. JJ swings in the hammock while Kiara and Pope sit on a log by the firepit talking. You approach the pair, feeling much better in JJ’s clothes.
"So, what did I miss?" You ask, clasping your hands together.
JJ didn't hear you coming, so when he glances in your direction and sees you in his clothes for the first time, he feels as though his head just exploded. His shorts are nowhere to be seen underneath the t-shirt that lands just above your knees. The collar is so worn that it nearly hangs off your shoulder, completely bare. Your loosely curled hair rests tucked over your one shoulder. He sits up to get a better look at you and nearly loses his balance in the hammock. The object rocks to the side and JJ curses loudly, catching himself from almost falling out. When he looks up, you and his fellow Pogues are staring at him, suppressing your amusement.
"Anyway...." Kiara breaks the silence and answers your question. "We were just about to start a fire. I actually promised Pope I'd help him find sticks-" she explains, rising from her seated position. "-He's afraid of going into the woods by himself," she adds in a whisper as she passes by you.
You giggle. “Anything I can do to help?" You offer.
"Nah, John B is looking for the lighter and more beer, so I think we're all good," Pope sighs and gives your arm a gentle squeeze. "Rest!"
As the pair disappear into the woods, you turn your head in JJ's direction. Right as he sees you turn, he falls back onto the hammock, pretending to have not been paying attention. You approach the blonde boy with a charming smile. JJ feels his heart skip with each shift of gaffle beneath your feet.
You stand over him, hands interlocked in front of you. "Can I join you?"
"What-" JJ's mind goes blank, forgetting how to speak English for a second. "Oh! Yeah! Yeah!" He rushes out, sliding over to the far side of the hammock to make room.
You lay down beside him, your body pressing against his. JJ finds it hard to breathe with you so close. You simply stare up at the stars. They're not as visible on the other side of the island with everyone's mansions blasting out so much light pollution. Your hand brushes against JJ's and he holds a ruthless internal battle. Does he hold your hand? Does he not hold your hand? What if you don't want him to hold your hand? But what if you do want him to?
"So, when you're not making drinks for Kooks, what do you like to do in your free time?" You ask the boy, not realizing that he's losing his mind.
JJ remembers what Pope and John B said, he has to pull himself together. He swallows hard, trying his hard to speak to you without stuttering like before. "Surfing mainly, hanging out with my friends, taking the boat out," he lists fluently, internally patting himself on the back. "What about you?"
"I love to travel, swim and go sailing," you name and there's a pause between you two.
JJ longs to hear more, but your mind begins to wonder as you stare up at the stars. JJ turns his head to the side, admiring how the glow of the Christmas lights in the trees shimmer against your tanned skin.
"Sometimes I'll be on my parent's boat by myself, and it takes every bit of me not to sail away," you mutter quietly, distant-mindedly. "It doesn't matter the destination. I find myself looking out to the horizon and dreaming of sailing out forever. I don't even think I'd look back..." When JJ shifts, you embarrassingly comprehend how much you rambled on. "Sorry, that just got really deep."
On impulse, JJ places his hand over your's giving it a slight squeeze. "No, no, I liked it! Tell me more?"
Your eyes flicker down to his hand resting over yours on your thigh. JJ hadn't even realized what he had done until he followed your gaze. He prepares to move it, but then you begin to flip your hand over, allowing your fingers to interlock. A rush of electricity rushes up JJ's arm from your hand. A wave of peace consumes him, something he hasn't felt in... well... forever. JJ watches as your eyes glide up and meet his own, the ones that made you awestruck on the boat ride here.
"What would you like to know?" You whisper into the small space between you two.
He shrugs, starting to feel relaxed around you and not a total spaz. "What else do you like? What's your favorite song? Movie? Show?" He lists one after the next.
You giggle at his enthusiasm, earning a grin from the boy. "Um okay..." you lick your lips, deep in thought, not noticing how the action made JJ swoon. "Well, that's kinda a hard one because I can't really select just one movie or song or show. What about you?"
He raises his brows, not having expected to answer himself. "I like The Beach Boys, Rusted Root, The Animals, Simon & Garfunkel-"
"Ah, Mrs. Robinson," you name with a smirk.
"You know them?" JJ looks surprised.
You laugh, kind of offended. "Do you think the Figure 8 is under the water like Atlantis or something?" You joke as your eyes fall shut with laughter.
JJ grins, glad to see you coming down from the events of earlier tonight. He was really worried for a while there. "I like your laugh," he mumbles before he has the chance to stop himself.
Taken aback, you turn to attention back to him. His eyes pour into yours with such admiration that it nearly makes you lose your breath. "I like your smile... when you show it," you add at the end with a smirk.
"I smile!" JJ pops himself up on his elbows, smiling with amazement at your remark.
"I think I may have seen it one time ever and that was earlier tonight," you describe with a giggle. "I always smile and wave at you whenever I see you with John B at Sarah's and you just ignore me. If you didn't help me tonight, I would've thought you hated me," you admit shyly.
JJ's face falters. He never realized that his shyness could make you think he ever hated you. If he wasn't kicking himself before, he surely is now. As you avoid his gaze, he lays back down beside you. Your eyes remain up toward the starry sky, too embarrassed to look at him.
Turning onto his side, JJ reaches out and tucks his fingers under your chin to make you meet his gaze. You do so, seeing his blue eyes starring into yours with a glimmer of guilt. "I don't hate you, Y/N... that would be... impossible," he whispers.
His words make your chest sink, but not with dread, with longing. How is it that this is the most you and JJ have ever spoken to each other? When you're with him it feels so normal, natural even. "Well good, I'm glad," you reply, feeling your cheeks warm up.
JJ leans forward, closing the space between you two even more. His brows scrunch together and his hand glides across your cheekbone. "You care about what I think of you?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I?" You wonder. You cared about what everyone thought of you, as every teenage girl does. Yet, for some reason, you care most about what JJ thinks. You suppose because of the circumstances of how you met. You'd hate for him to judge you or make assumptions because of a bad night.
"I'm just some Pogue," he shrugs, dismissing himself as nothing. "And you're..." he swallows hard, his eyes falling from your eyes to your lips.
"I'm what?" You press further, eager to hear what he has to say.
"The Princess of the OBX," he recites your nickname across the island.
You roll your eyes, focusing your eyes back toward the sky. "That name is so superfluous." You hated being called that. It made you feel like you were constantly on display, for everyone to gaw at, or worst, ridicule. Plus, it was Sarah's title first. It feels like you're always being compared to her, especially when you're out in public with Topper.
"I don't know what that means but I bet it is," JJ snickers.
You giggle lightly at his confession. You appreciate his quickness to agree, despite not knowing what he's agreeing with exactly. Growing more confident as he talks with you, JJ gains the courage to reach up and brush strands of your hair away from your face. Subconsciously, you lean into his touch, your lips brushing against his palm.
"I like your hair. It's so shiny and soft," he compliments softly.
Your eyes flicker in his direction as you turn your head into his hand. "I like your eyes. I like how blue they are, they're the bluest eyes I've ever seen. They remind me of soft blue sea glass." They're intoxicating to you. If weren't so shy around JJ, you'd be staring at him every second.
"I like how nice you are, even to those you don't have to be," JJ names next.
"I like how generous you are, even to a Kook like me," you continue the exchange of compliments with a self-deprecated snicker.
"No, don't say that," JJ shakes his head repeatedly, disapproving of your remark against yourself. When you roll your eyes, dismissing his words, he slips his other hand from yours and brings it to your face too. "I like you!" He confesses, much to your surprise and his own. "...Even if you are a Kook," he adds jokingly under his breath.
Your heart races as your chest rise and fall rapidly. JJ's eyes flicker about your face, anticipating some sort of reaction. Even if it's a rejection, he needs to know what you're thinking for his sanity.
"I like you too," you lick your lips nervously. "Even if you are a Pogue," you smirk.
JJ chuckles softly at your play on his words and is in disbelief that this is happening. For a year he's been so obsessed with you and one night has opened you up to him. He's afraid that he'll wake up soon and it was all a dream.
JJ props himself up on his elbow again, bringing his other hand down your cheek to glide around the side of your neck. "I'd like to kiss you," he mutters a matter-of-factly, his eyes locked on your lips.
Gently, you bring your fingertips to his hairline, brushing his disheveled blonde locks away from his face. "I'd like that too."
Goosebumps course over your skin before JJ even brushes his lips against yours. The anticipation is enough to drive you wild. Despite wanting this moment since forever, JJ is hesitant to make a move. Slowly, he brings his face closer to yours, hovering mere centimeters from your lips. With hooded eyes, your focus remains on his lips, eager to feel them against your own. After reminding himself of how much he wants this, JJ swiftly presses his lips against yours. They're as soft as silk and taste of spearmint. Your fingers slip through his hair to the back of his head and your gather the strands into a fist, deepening the kiss. JJ releases a deep moan at the action. Needing more, he moves to hover over you. As his legs become intertwined with yours, he glides his free hand down your side to grip your waist. You bring your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him down closer to you. You feel as though you'll never be fully satisfied. His touch is like a drug to you.
"We got the sticks!" Kiara shouts as she and Pope emerge from the woods, startling you both.
"Got the beer!" John B announces he steps off the porch.
JJ breaks the kiss, flying up from his position too quickly. He loses his balance on the swinging hammock and sways to the side. "Oh fuck, here I go!" He swears, rushing to catch himself on the ground.
You yelp as JJ falls off the hammock onto the dirt beneath you. Followed by a thud, you lift yourself up, peeking over the edge of the swinging object. "JJ! You okay?!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," he groans, his eyes squeezed shut as he catches his breath. "But I think my leg went the wrong way there for a second."
Kiara and Pope are oblivious to what just happened to their friend as they start up the music and fire. You slide off the hammock and land on your feet. "Here, take my hands!" You offer the hurt boy as he continues to exhale shakily.
"I don't think-" Before JJ can finish, he's flying up off the ground with a good yank on the arms from you. "Damn, Kook! You're strong," he compliments, making your heart race. Grinning ear to ear, he presses his palm to your lower back and pulls you into him.
"Are you sure you're okay?" You check again, worry woven in your tone and on your face.
"Absolutely Baby," he nods, leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead.
"Come on guys!" Pope calls over to you, tossing sticks into the pit. He does a double-take, processing that he just saw JJ leaning down and giving you a kiss. "Did you guys see what I just did?"
"Yep," John B rushes out as he clears his throat awkwardly.
"A thousand percent," Kiara confirms, pretending as though she didn't.
"And here it goes!" John B exhales deeply to his fellow Pogues. Despite being happy that his best friend finally has his girl, he and the rest of the Pogues are well aware that a pairing like this comes with severe consequences.
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