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[winchester-books]

Adrenaline Rush

BASED ON - obx

CHARACTERS - jj x reader

WARNINGS - lang, cannon lvl violence

SUMMARY - a fight breaks out on the beach and y/n accidentally winds up in the middle and comes out with a dislocated shoulder. jj (reluctantly) is the one who has to help.

“John B- please,” you hurried after your brother as he stormed across the beach, indifferent to the groups of people he was breaking up in the process, “It’s not that big of a deal, alright? I’m fine-”

His face was scarlet as he turned on his heel to face you, “Not that big of a deal?” He scoffed, running a hand down his face, “You’re funny if you think I’m gonna let Kelce say that shit about you and not go kick his ass,”

“It’s not worth it-” You groaned as he turned, ignoring you as he resumed his trek towards unsuspecting Kook who was deep in conversation with some girl. “Dammit John B, please!” But your words were useless and your brother was furious.

“Kelce!” John B snapped, tugging him by the shoulder so the boy would face him, “So you've been spreading rumors about my sister, huh?” He barely finished his sentence before laying one into Kelce’s cheek and sending him stumbling back.

You winced, just waiting for shit to hit the fan as the rest of the beach registered the fight that was about to start.

John B was reeling back, aiming another punch toward Kelce, but before he could, Topper was in front of him, yelling in his face and shoving him back. Rafe quickly appeared- never one to miss out on a fight. And JJ and Pope were not far behind.

Rafe swung first- and hard. John B hit the sand and JJ lunged at his best friend's attacker, slamming Rafe into the ground. Pope went after Topper as John B struggled to pick himself up before going for Kelce once again.

You watched in horror, the forming crowd goading the boys on as the fight got bloodier by the minute.

“Alright, that's enough, stop it!” Kie screamed, but unsurprisingly her demands meant nothing.

“John B, that’s enough!” you joined in, wanting to end this before someone really got hurt or the cops got called, “JJ!” You stepped closer, trying to grab JJ by the arm and pull him away from Rafe.

Big mistake.

Rafe had managed to gain the upper hand, shouldering JJ and sending him flying backward into the sand, taking you down with him in the process.

You groaned as JJ landed directly on top of you, crushing your shoulder.

“Y/N!” John B and Pope stopped fighting at the sound of Kie screaming your name.

Even Rafe and Topper paused as the crowd gasped and JJ rolled off of you, "Shit... " JJ breathed, hair falling in his face as he looked down at you, "Y/N, I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

Kie and Sarah managed to disperse most of the crowd- even her kook brother and his best friends. You were positive Sarah threatened something along the lines of telling Ward about Rafe's behavior.

You winced, inhaling sharply when you sat up at the throbbing pain in your shoulder. One glance at it had your stomach rolling when you realized it was most definitely not okay.

"It looks like its dislocated-"

"Yeah, no shit, Pope," you grimaced the intense pain making your temper short, "Someone's gotta pop it back in place,"

"Y/N" Kie shook her head, brows furrowing, "I don't think that's a good idea, we should take you to a hospital. Have a professional do it,"

"John B and I have had enough run-ins with DCF for a lifetime since Big John disappeared. I don't exactly think a hospital trip is gonna go well for me," you deadpanned.

"Oh God, I can't watch this," Sarah looked pale, "John B, come on. Let's go get you some ice for your face," Sarah grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

"You gonna be okay?" John B winced slightly as he spoke, head clearly pounding just from the looks of it.

You nodded.

"Yeah, I'm out," Pope agreed, following close behind. Kie nodded, also looking a little ghastly at the sight of your shoulder.

"JJ," you groaned, "Grab my elbow please,"

"Woah- woah," JJ's eyes widened and he shook his head, "No way- I don't know how to do that-"

"You're the reason it's popped out, so grab my freaking shoulder and help me fix it," you snapped.

"Y/N, seriously, I can't-"

"JJ, don't be a bitch, just shut up and help,"

You yelped when one of his hands grabbed your elbow and the other was placed on your back.

"Ah, sorry, sorry!" JJ grimaced at your sound of pain but you only shook your head.

"It's fine," you breathed, "Let's just get this over with, please. Alright, on the count of three,"

He cut you off before you could even start counting, "Y/N I really don't think I can do this... I mean there has got to be someone who is more qualified-,"

"JJ! PLEASE," you seethed, "I get you don't want to, but I'm kind of in excruciating pain right now,"

He swallowed, "Okay, okay. I can do this," he spoke under his breath, talking himself up as you started counting.

"One..." You closed your eyes, taking a shaky breath and closing your eyes as you braced yourself, "Two... Thr-"

"No-no, no, no... I'm sorry I can't-"

"JJ!"

"It's just your arm is like hanging all weird right now, and it's just psyching me out- like really I'm kinda freaking out over here," he babbled, clearly panicking, "And I'm trying I really am but I just can't even look at it right now- sorry I'm sure it's hurting and I'm trying but like, god I'm scared. I don't know I need like some kind of adrenaline rush or something,"

Suddenly he slapped himself across the face, "Shit, that didn't work,"

"My God, Maybank, your a wreck," you rolled your eyes, grabbing his shirt collar with you good hand and pulling his lips into yours.

His eyes widened in shock, seemingly forgetting he was still holding your bad arm because he shifted, setting it back into place with a loud pop that had you pulling away with a pained groan.

You let yourself fall back into the sand, breathing heavily as the pain slowly subsided.

"Oh god," JJ finally found his words again, "I'm so sorry- are you okay??"

"Never better," you heaved, "Thank you,"

He helped you sit up slowly, careful not to get anywhere near your shoulder, "You sure you're alright?"

You nodded, "Yeah, it feels a lot better now,"

He grinned, "You know, that adrenaline really did the trick... I think I could use some more-"

You smacked his shoulder, "Yeah, nice try Maybank."

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[winchester-books]

More Than That

BASED ON- outer banks

CHARACTERS- jj maybank x reader

WARNINGS- none pure fluff (NO S3 SPOILERS)

W.C- 400

SUMMARY- y/n and jj have been hooking up for a while, but y/n can tell she’s starting to develop real feelings and confronts him.

You knocked on the front door of the chateau, immediately cursing yourself the second you did- when had you ever knocked? You hadn’t even seen him yet and you had managed to make things weird, you were turning on your heel, ready to pretend you’d never even come by when he opened the door.

“Y/N?”

You froze, slowly turning to face JJ who was half smiling at you from his spot in the doorway. “I think you might be the first person ever to knock on the front door…” his smile faltered when he saw how how pale your face was, “Y/N? What’s up-”

“I- uh,” you couldn’t even look at him, sliding past himself as you walked inside, “Um, is John B here?”

“No, it’s just me,” he frowned, shutting the door as he trailed in behind you.

“Good… good,”

“Y/N what’s going on with you?”

“We need to talk,” you finally said, heart racing as you did so. He opened his mouth to speak, but you were staring at the ground as your hands fidgeted, unable to look him in the eye, “We gotta talk, about us-”

His eyes softened slightly as he watched you take a deep breath to try and compose yourself, “Y/N-”

“No- no, I have to say this, just let me say this please,” you took another breath, trying to gather the confidence to say what you’d already practiced saying to Kiara hours before.

“JJ, what we’ve been, uh, doing, has been great. And being around you has made me the happiest I’ve been in a long time, but I just have to be honest.”

You were so nervous and avoidant about looking him in the face you didn’t see the way your words made his face fall in fear of what was coming next.

“I’m not just a hookup- I wish I could be, and I tried, like really tried,” your words fumbled over each other as you tried to spit out what you really meant.

“I mean of course- the hooking up has been so, so great. But, ah,” you buried your head in your hands, “I’m sorry I’m all over the place I’m just freaking out a little. Look, I just want to be honest. I- I think I like you JJ… like, really like you.”

You winced as you looked up at him, feeling your face turning red at your admission. He tried to speak, but you cut him off again, fearing what was coming next.

“And if you don’t feel like that, it’s not a big deal,” you sputtered, “I mean I would totally get it, you know? I’m sure you have tons of girls all over the island you could have- I just really don’t want things to be weird. I just needed to be honest- oh God, I’m so sorry if I’ve made things weird,” you pressed a hand to your forehead, feeling how hot you were from embarrassment.

“Y/N-”

“Look, we can just pretend like this never happened,” you nodded to yourself, already walking toward the door, “We’re fine- I swear. Just pretend like you never even saw me-”

“Y/N.”

JJ’s grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks, ”Y/N, just look at me for a sec,”

You obliged, cheeks only deepening in color as you faced him.

“It’s you Y/N- there is no other girl. Y/N/N, girls like you don’t come around very often. You’re crazy if you think I would let you go,”

“JJ.”

His hands cupped your face and he looked at you, more sincere and serious than you’d ever seen him before. “I’m serious, Y/N. You’re all I want,”

“JJ,” you pulled his hand from your cheek, “You don’t have to say that… if you don’t feel the same way, I-”

“No,” he didn’t let you finish, shaking his head, “Y/N.” He said your name firmly, “Y/N, I mean this okay? I really, really, mean it. I never saw this as just a hook up- you’re not just any girl.” He pulled you close, placing a his to the top of your head, “You’re Y/N, my Y/N,”

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[winchester-books]

This Isn’t What it Looks Like

Based on- OBX

characters- jj x reader (john b’s sister)

warnings- language, suggestive themes

w/c- 500

summary- john b accidentally traumatizes himself when he walks in on jj and his sister doing what he thinks is the “deed” but is really nothing of the sorts.

You opened your eyes once again, glaring at the ceiling as JJ’s alarm rang in your ears from the room next door. You grabbed your phone to check the time, anger only growing when it read 6:00am.

Never in your life had you seen JJ Maybank up and moving before 9.

You ripped the covers off, goosebumps rising on your legs from the cool air. “JJ, Maybank I am going to kill you,” you grumbled, storming into the chateau’s guest room which your brother’s best friend had claimed as his own.

“JJ!” You reached forward and shook him when you got no reply. Immediately, you were met with him swatting your hand away with a groan. You repeated yourself, only for him to yank the covers over his head and roll over.

You snatched his phone, silencing the alarm that was still ringing. No way in hell you were gonna let him sleep through the morning after his alarm had ripped you from yours.

JJ let out a yelp as you seized the pillow out from under his head and smacked it down onto his head. He jolted up, eyes narrowing as he realized you were the culprit, “Y/N! What the hell?!”

Before you could reply he was taking hold of the pillow and hitting you back.

“You’re the one who set an alarm for the ass crack of dawn!” You shot back, dodging his blows as best you could. You stepped towards the door to make your escape, but not fast enough. JJ grabbed your arm, pulling you into his bed with him.

After taking a few more hits, you managed to get on top of him, grabbing the pillow back and laughing as you smacked it down onto his face. Your success was short lived though, he quickly got ahold of your shoulders and rolled you beneath him, grinning as he did so.

“Not so funny now, huh?” He mocked, regaining control of the pillow and landing it to your face. You tried to shove him off, but had no luck as he kept you pinned to the mattress.

“God, it’s literally six in the morning could you guys please keep it down-” John B cut himself off, no longer half asleep as he stood in the doorway and caught a glimpse of what didn’t look so innocent, “Shit- gross, ugh!” He stumbled over his words almost as much as his feet as he backed out, dragging the door closed as he did so, “At least close the door- JESUS!”

JJ dropped his head down in silent laughter as your eyes grew wide at your brother’s insinuation, “John B, hold on! It’s not like that- this isn’t what it looks like!”

He didn’t seem to be listening, you could here bits and pieces of him rambling to Sarah who was probably just trying to sleep in his room.

JJ finally rolled off of you, plopping down next to you in bed.

“There’s no way that just happened,” you groaned, covering your reddened face with your hand.

JJ chuckled again, “And to think of all the times he hasn’t caught us…” he smirked. “Of course he thinks something’s up the one time we aren’t doing anything,”

You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking him. “This is mortifying. We weren’t even-” you sighed as you trailed off, beyond embarrassed.

You turned to look at JJ as you felt him reposition himself in the bed, now on his side with his hand on his chin as he looked at you. He rose his eyebrows, shrugging slightly, “I mean, if the cats out of the bag… might as well take advantage of it,”

You rolled your eyes, but found yourself smiling as you looked at the blonde boy. He leaned over, lips pressing to yours as he pulled your body closer to his by your hips.

“If he thought we were loud before, he’s about to be pissed,” JJ joked, rolling himself back on top of you.

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[winchester-books]

Self Care

Based on- obx

Warnings- none

Characters- jj x reader

W.C- 500ish

Summary-JJ interrupts your little self care night, but is more than happy when you ask if he’d like to join.

You leaned back from the mirror, looking at your face which was now covered in green face mask. After a long and stressful week, a night in full of self care was exactly what you needed. You opened your desk drawer, searching for the light blue color you had envisioned for your nails.

The sound of your door opening and closing made you jump slightly, whipping your head toward none other than JJ.

He jumped too, letting out a small yelp when he saw your green skin, “Jeez!”

You grinned, letting out a laugh as he composed himself and sat himself down on your bed, “Want some?” You offered, half joking.

He rose his brows, interest clearly peaked, “What’s it for?”

You shrugged, eyes finally landing on your polish of choice and pulling it out. “Supposed to be good for your skin,” you explained, “I think it’s relaxing,”

“Sure…” he decided. You smiled, grabbing a headband from your desk and plopping yourself on your bed next to him. You reached forward pushing his blonde hair back and securing it with the band.

“Okay, okay, just hang on a sec…” JJ sounded genuinely concerned as he skeptically watched you grab the container with the face mask. “Is this gonna hurt me?”

You let out another laugh, “No, no J it won’t hurt- promise.” You dipped your fingers into the green mixture and swiped it across his face, chuckling when he winced at how cold it was.

“I always wondered what you did during a girl’s night…” he muttered, “this is kinda nice,”

You smiled, pulling back and admiring your handiwork, “Done! Now we just wait like 20 minutes,”

JJ nodded, watching intently as you unscrewed the top of your nail polish and started on your right fingers.

You groaned softly when your unsteady left hand moved a little more than you planned and painted more of your thumb than your actual nail, “the right hand’s always the worst part,” you mumbled mostly to yourself.

“Here,” JJ reached forward and took the polish from you, his other hand grabbing your right hand. His tongue poked out the side of his mouth as he focused, painting meticulously. You watched as he made quick work of your hand, looking at you every so often to make sure he was doing it right.

He didn’t even ask before taking your left hand and doing a layer of paint as well, “Is that good?”

You smiled, always happily surprised by the things JJ was willing to do for you no matter how small. “Perfect,” you leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Ah! Careful! Our face masks will be messed up!”

You playfully rolled your eyes at his dramatics, letting him pull you to his side, “okay, okay…” you surrendered, “But in twenty minutes, you’re all mine,”

He saluted you with a grin, “yes ma’am,”

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[winchester-books]

My Girl

Based on - OBX

Characters - JJ x reader, Pope, Rafe

Warnings - Language, violence

W.C - 1.5k

Summary - Y/N gets caught in the crossfire between Rafe's rivalry with Pope and the pogues. Needless to say JJ is furious.

“Good God, this is a lot of shit,” you groaned as you handed Pope the last of the bags, climbing out of the boat as you did so.

He shrugged, “I guess that’s what you do when you’re rich,” he sighed, picking up a bag of groceries and a 6-pack of beers, “Order groceries and random crap while on a golf course… that’s the most ridiculous, privileged shit I’ve ever heard,”

You agreed, grabbing the remaining bags of groceries and following Pope. Knowing that tensions between Rafe and his Kook friends had been high with the pogues recently, you figured that him going alone to Figure 8 alone wasn’t the smartest decision, so you’d promised Pope you’d help him with his dad’s deliveries.

Speak of the Devil. 

You slowed your pace, noticing none other than Rafe and Topper with their golf clubs in hand, “Pope!” You hissed his name through your teeth, hoping to catch his attention before the two blondes noticed you. But Pope was a few steps too far ahead of you to hear, and that’s when Rafe caught sight of him. 

You watched as Rafe’s face lit up and Topper muttered something to him, shaking his head. Whatever Topper had said, Rafe had no interest and was now quickly making his way over to you and Pope.

“Well,” Rafe grinned, twirling his golf club as he spoke, “What do we have here? You two get lost or something? ‘Cause this sure as hell isn’t your side of the island,”

“Screw off, Rafe,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

Rafe bit his lip, angling his head to the side as his eyes roamed up and down your body, “No can do, sweetheart,” The nickname was sickening coming from his mouth, “You see, you’re on my side of the island- it’s my business to start asking questions,” Rafe stalked forward, eyes scanning over the the things Pope was carrying. He lifted his club, tapping on the rack of beer, “How much for a cold one, Heyward?”

“Come on Rafe, just back off,” Pope kept his eyes down, trying not to start anything with the volatile boy in front of him.

“Pope,” Rafe dragged out his name as he shook his head, a frightening smile still on his face, “Just one beer? Can’t you make an exception for a friend?”

Pope shook his head, rolling his eyes and over Rafe’s games, “They’re not for sale- they’re already paid for,”

But Rafe didn’t care. He stuck his club into the plastic bag in Pope’s other hand, yanking down and ripping it to shreds. He stood there, laughing as the groceries spilled out onto the sand.

“Dude! What the hell, man?” Pope exasperated, anger rising in his voice, “You owe me for that!”

Rafe glared at him, “I don’t owe you shit,” Rafe stepped forward, shoving his finger in Pope’s chest.

“Rafe don’t-” you flinched when Pope shoved Rafe backwards, catching the blonde boy off balance for a moment.

Rafe was grinning now, amused at the prospect of a fight. Topper lunged forward and ripped the beer from Pope’s hands, sending him sprawling to the floor in the process. 

“Topper, cut it out! Someone paid for that-”

“Really, Y/N?” Rafe gave you a pointed look, his tongue swiping across his teeth, “What are you gonna do about it?” He took a few steps toward you, lifting his club until it was resting right under your chin, “Huh?”

Out of nowhere Pope was standing and flinging himself at Rafe, sending a solid punch into his jaw. Topper was quick to shove Pope in retaliation, making him stumble forward. Rafe was panting, anger coursing through him as he shook off Pope’s blow. You watched in horror as he lifted his golf club and struck it down onto Pope’s back, driving him into the sand. 

“Rafe!” you screamed, but the boys were too caught up in their fight to hear your words, “Topper! Make him stop- please!”

You could see it in Topper’s eyes, he knew Rafe was taking this too far. Messing with some pogues for fun was justifiable to him, but this level of violence? The look on Rafe’s face, like he was enjoying this? He was going too far. 

“Alright Rafe,” Topper tried to calm the boy who was seething above Pope, sending another hit to him with his club, “Rafe!” his tone was more serious now, “Too far! You’re taking it too far-”

Before you knew it, you were running toward Rafe, trying to do something- anything, to get Rafe to stop. Rafe brought his fist back, reeling to give Pope a blow to the face, instead his elbow nailing you in the cheek. 

“Shit!” Topper ran his hands through his hair as you dropped to the sand, clutching your face, “Rafe… dude!”

You tried to sit up, still in shock from the blow. Rafe rolled his eyes, pushing you back down into the sand next to Pope with the end of his golf club, “Stupid pogues,” he muttered, leaning down close to Pope who was still gasping in pain, “Hey,” he tapped Pope on the face repeatedly until he was looking up at Rafe, “Stay the hell of Figure 8.”

“Fuck you Rafe,” you spat out, glaring at him as you cradled your already-bruising cheek.

Rafe smirked, hovering above you now, chest heaving as his raked you up and down, “That’s bold, Y/N,” he rose a brow as he nodded toward Pope’s bloody and bruised face, “You’re lucky I don’t wanna mess up that pretty little face of yours…” His smirk widened into a grin and his tongue darted past his lips. He gave you one last look, before standing up straight and picking up the discarded beers. 

Topper gave you and Pope looks of pity, his mind racing at what the right thing to do was. 

“Thanks for the drinks, Pope!” Rafe said sarcastically, “Topper, let’s go!” he demanded, leading the way back up the beach.

Topper frowned slightly, but turned, jogging to catch up with his friend and leaving you and Pope painting on the beach. 

You turned on your side, getting a better view of Pope, “You okay?” whispered with a shaky breath. 

“No.” He sighed, “You?”

You tossed your head back into the sand, exhausted and face throbbing, “No.”

-

“Y/N! Wanna smoke?” JJ asked, not even turning his head as he heard you and Pope walk through the chateau’s front door.

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped when you made direct eye contact with Kie, her eyes immediately noticing the purple bruise spread across the left side of your face. 

“Y/N? What the hell happened?” Pope trailed behind you and she caught a glimpse of him, who was in much worse shape, “Holy shit! Who did this?” 

JJ practically flew off the couch with the speed he stood up at Kie’s worried cries, “Y/N?”

Pope’s eyes fell to the floor and he shook his head at Kiara’s question, “Don’t wanna talk about it,” he mumbled, walking himself over to the fridge and grabbing a cold beer which he used as an ice pack for his busted face.

“You need bandages,” Kie was mostly talking to herself, trying to find something useful to do to keep herself from burning down the entire island to find out who did this to you and Pope. She hurried off to the bathroom, rummaging through cabinets for some form of first aid kid. 

You blinked and JJ was in front of you, worry etched all over his face as he looked at your bruise, “What… Who…” his mind was racing with questions, but he finally landed on a simple, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you winced as JJ brought his hand to your jaw, his thumb gently running over your cheek which was already turning a light purple color., “It’s just a bruise,” you assured weakly.

“Just a bruise?! The whole side of your face is black and blue!” JJ ran his hand down his jaw, getting worked up as he thought about who would do this kind of thing to you, “Who… Who did this?” he demanded.

“JJ,” you sighed, “It’s fine- we’re fine. Just leave it, you don’t need to start anything else-”

“It’s fine?” Pope perked up, repeating your words and shaking his head, “It is not fine,Y/N!” He slammed his beer onto the counter, finally reaching his breaking point, “Those selfish assholes have everything they could ever want! Yet they go out of their way to take anything we have and make our lives hell in the process!”

“Slow down!” JJ was raising his voice now too, Pope’s anger only fueling his own, “Who the hell did this?” he repeated.

“Who do you fucking think?” Pope snapped, “Rafe. Rafe, fucking, Cameron.”

“Rafe did what?” Sarah asked curiously, her and John B walking through the front door, completely oblivious to the disaster they were walking into. 

“This,” Pope turned toward her, pointing at his still bloodied face, “And that too,” his finger was trained at you now, “Not to mention the hundred dollar grocery order that he destroyed and stole when I was supposed to deliver it!” He was nearly shaking with anger, trying to catch his breath. 

“Shit,” John B breathed out as he looked between you and Pope, shocked to see you both so beat up.

“Get your brother under control!” Pope glared at Sarah before storming off to the bathroom where Kie was and slamming the door behind him.

Sarah opened her mouth, hurt flashing across her face at Pope’s harsh words, “I can’t- ugh, he’s not my fucking dog! What am I supposed to do about it,”

“He didn’t mean it,” John B assured her, “He’s just pissed,” 

“Rightfully so,” JJ snapped up, “Rafe is a psychopath,”

Sarah didn’t argue with that. 

“I’m gonna kill him- he can screw with me all he wants but you?” His eyes landed on your bruise again, “I draw the fucking line at my girl,”

John B reached out, catching JJ’s wrist before he could storm outside the door, “JJ just hold on okay-”

JJ was glaring daggers at his best friend, chest heaving with anger, “He put his hands on her,” his voice was dangerously low as he spoke.

“JJ, please,” you spoke up, managing to catch his attention, “He didn’t do it on purpose- Just drop it okay?”

“Y/N-”

“I know you’re pissed… hell, I’m pissed, but this isn’t gonna solve anything,” you grabbed his hand, “I don’t want you to get hurt too,” 

JJ chewed the inside of his cheek, squeezing your hand a little tighter. If it had been anyone else telling him not to go he would’ve already been on his dirt bike by now. “Y/N,” he cupped your face with his other hand, “He hurt you… I- I should’ve been there. I could’ve stopped him, I-”

“J, this isn’t your fault okay? It’s Rafe. He’s the asshole,” You gave him a small smile, “Just drop it okay?”

JJ didn’t seem pleased, but he nodded anyway, “Fine. But I swear, if he ever even looks at you wrong again…” 

You laughed him off, but you knew he wasn’t kidding, “So… you mentioned something about a joint? Because, I could really use some weed,”

He cracked a small smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “Me too,”

“Pope’s gonna need a hit too,” Kie announced, walking out of the bathroom with Pope following close behind, looking much better than he had before after she had cleaned up most of his superficial cuts.

“Yeah.. more like a few,” he groaned, plopping himself onto the couch next to Kie.

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[winchester-books]

Four Months

Based On: obx

Characters: jj x reader

Warnings: mild lang / sexual references

W/C: 600

Summary: you accidentally let it slip that you and jj are dating- but by “accidentally” you mean you thought the rest of the pogues knew the whole time

You smile down at the “im here” text you’d just gotten from JJ, standing up from your place on the couch, “I gotta get going,”

“Where to?” Kie perks up, her eyes not leaving the TV screen.

“Date,” you reply, smiling as you walk to the door.

“Date?!?” John B blurts out, making Kie and Pope look up from their movie, “With who?”

“Ha ha,” you roll your eyes, grabbing your backpack, “Very funny,”

“No, seriously, with who?” Pope pipes up, Kie looking expectantly over his shoulder at you waiting for your answer.

You frown, looking between the three, “Your joking…right?”

They merely stare back at you, clearly not knowing who you were talking about.

“Uhhh… my date, with JJ,” you furrow your brows as Pope’s mouth drops open, “Obviously…”

“I’m sorry- WHAT?” Kie stares at you, gaping and hardly able to say anything else.

“You and JJ?” John B looks as confused as ever, trying to put together the pieces, “JJ as in my best friend?? Like 6ft blonde surfer guy… Like, JJ Maybank?

“Our JJ?” Pope adds, eyes wide.

You don’t get the chance to respond when the door to the chateau swings open, “Ready?” JJ flashes you a grin as he locks eyes with you.

“You two are together?!” Kie nearly yells the words as she jolts up from the couch, clearly in shock and disbelief.

“Yes?” JJ answers with somewhat of a question, unsure why the three are looking at him like he was crazy. He shifts his gaze back to you, raising his eyebrows and silently asking what the hell was going on.

“What the hell?” Pope is standing up next to Kie now as he crosses his arms, “Since when?” He demands.

“You guys are dating???” John B sounds exasperated, trying to keep up with the shocking news.

You share another confused look with JJ.

“Is this some kind of joke?” You deadpan, searching their eyes for any sign of humor and finding nothing.

“Guys,” JJ cocks his head to the side, “We’ve been together… we’ve been together for like 4 months now,”

“WHAT?”

“What do you mean, “what?”” You can barley contain your laughter as they nearly lose their minds, “You guys can’t be serious- it’s not like we kept it a secret! Where do you think we run off to all the time?”

“Four months?” Pope is speaking to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You guys are shitting me, right?” JJ stares at John B who is shaking his head no.

“I guess we never flat out said we were dating, but we just kinda assumed you guys knew,” you shrugged, truly amazed that none of your friends had picked up on it.

“I mean come on guys, you’re telling me you’ve never heard us?” JJ’s eyes drift to the spare bedroom of the chateau that he’d basically claimed his own since he came over so often. “Not to pat myself of the back, but she gets really loud-”

“JJ!“ Kie cuts him off abruptly and you bury your burning face in your hands in embarrassment.

John B looks in horror at the door and makes a face like he’s going to throw up.

“Real classy,” Pope frowns at JJ’s crudeness.

“What?!” He puts his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry, but I’m not wrong-”

“JJ!” You smack him on the arm, mortified. “Nobody wants to hear about that- let’s just go,” you drag him out the door and he sends the room a sheepish smile and a wave.

“We’ll be back later tonight!” You promise, trying to pull the door shut before JJ can say anything else.

“I’ll try and make sure Y/N is quiet-” The sound of you screaming at him to stop fills the air before the door finally slams shut, leaving John B, Kie, and Pope dazed and confused.

“What the hell just happened?” Kie ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to fully process what she’d just witnessed.

“I couldn’t even tell you if I tried,” Pope said, shaking his head in shock.

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[winchester-books]

Under My Skin

based on- obx

warnings- language

characters- rafe x reader

w/c- 1k

summary- no one on the island manages to get under y/n’s skin like rafe can. when he comes to her work causing trouble, tension rises between the two that makes her question her feelings for the entitled kook.

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“Pope don’t even bother, I’ll handle it-”

“No, no it’s fine,” he waved you off, “It’s my table, I can handle them,”

“Really Pope, I can take them,” you tried, “Rafe’s just going to start something,”

Pope offered you a small smile, but shook his head, “Thanks Y/N, but if I’m working here I’m gonna have to deal with them eventually. Might as well start now,”

You nodded, but kept a careful eye as Pope approached the already obnoxiously loud table Rafe was seated at with his friends. Your blood boiled as you watched a smirk spread across Rafe’s face when he noticed Pope was going to be their server.

It was only Pope’s second week working at the Country Club. Sure, he’d had plenty of run-ins with Rafe before, but he didn’t know what it was like to wait on his table.

As a waitress for the past year and a half, you had encountered it first hand. And your experience could be considered one of the more favorable ones since you were a kook and close with his sister Sarah. Pope, unfortunately, didn’t have that much going for him.

You tried to forget about Rafe and his friends, focusing on your tables. But every few minutes, you found yourself glaring at the blonde Kook, jaw clenched and arms folded.

You'd brushed off the offhanded comments you heard them make and the amount of times they had sent Pope to get more refills only to chug it and hold back laughter as they asked him to get another. Pope had assured you multiple times that it was nothing he hadn't dealt with before and that he was fine, but you couldn't help yourself from watching and waiting for Rafe to take it a step too far so you could intervene.

Rafe knew you were staring, in fact it only egged him on more. The first time he'd caught you, he'd grinned mischievously and sent you a wink.

Though they were nothing close to polite to Pope, the table had been manageable so far. Pope was coming out with their food and you were caught up helping clean a table you’d just finished serving.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, could I get another water please?"

Pope nodded.

You glanced up at Rafe's table, noticing that Kelce was making a face at his plate. "This isn't what I ordered,"

"I'm so sorry- I thought you said you wanted the caesar salad,"

You frowned, able to hear the full conversation from your table a few feet away. He had in fact ordered the caesar salad, you specifically remembered him telling Pope that.

"Um, let me take that back and I can get you what you wanted," Pope grabbed the plate, ignoring the way Kelce scoffed and rolled his eyes, "What would you like instead?"

"The hamburger- obviously, that's what I ordered the first time," he snapped.

"Alright," Pope kept his cool as he did his best to solve the issue, "I'll go to the kitchen and I'll bring it out ASAP-"

"You better," Rafe spat as Pope stepped away. "And pogue?"

Pope's teeth clenched at the way Rafe labled him, looking over his shoulder with a forced smile, "Anything else-"

"Don't screw it up again,"

Pope opened his mouth but Rafe raised his brows in somewhat of a silent threat. Pope's nostrils flared as he closed his mouth and stormed toward the kitchen.

Your eyes narrowed at Rafe, who was already looking your direction with a smirk. He was enjoying himself.

As often as Rafe came in and caused problems, nothing was done about it. He was untouchable. Rafe had power because of his father. He knew it, Pope knew it, the whole island knew it. One word from Rafe could get just about anyone fired just because of the sheer amount Ward and Rose donated to the Country Club. It was infuriating.

"Alright, here's that burger for you," Pope sat the plate down on the table, followed by the extra water he'd been asked to bring, "I think that's everything-"

Rafe not-so subtly pushed the water Pope had just delivered off the side of the table, the glass shattering and water splashing all over Pope, "Oh shit!" Rafe looked down a the mess, the table of his friends snickering, "Better clean up your mess, pogue,"

"Are you for real, Rafe?" you snapped, storming over to the table and giant mess across the floor.

Rafe looked up at you, shrugging as if he didn't know what you were talking about.

"You're such an asshole," you breathed, crouching down next to Pope and helping him pick up the larger chunks of glass.

"Whose in charge of hiring new waiters?" Rafe spoke up, looking down his nose at you, "He clearly slipped through the cracks,"

You stood up, narrowing your eyes at Rafe, "I'm sorry?" you scoffed, "You're the one who came in here causing problems! We aren't fucking blind, everyone watched you purposefully push that glass off the table-"

"Y/N!"

You bit your tongue at the sound of your manager, Alyssa's, voice, slowly turning around to face her.

"Y/N how about you take your break," she said sternly, trying to diffuse the situation.

"But Alyssa!" you gestured toward Rafe in disbelief, "Come on, you have to do something about him-"

"Y/N! Enough," she repeated, "Take your break. Now."

Rafe smiled confidently at you, giving you a wave. Your jaw clenched as you turned on your heel and stomped outside.

You leaned up against the wall, trying to take a few breaths to compose yourself. No one could manage to get under your skin like Rafe. He was so entitled, so arrogant, so cruel. He perfectly encompassed the Kook stereotype. If you had your way, he wouldn’t be allowed within a 200ft radius of the Country Club.

Your head turned at the sound of the back door opening, expecting to see Alyssa coming to chew you out for making a scene. Instead, you were met with the last person you expected.

"What the hell are you doing out here- it's employees only,"

Rafe ignored you. He leaned his back against the wall next to you, smirking, "So, you've got the hots for a pogue now, Y/L/N?"

You huffed, glaring at him, "No, but I'm not going to stand by and watch you and your friends terrorize him for your own amusement,"

Rafe rolled his eyes, "Jesus, Y/N... always so dramatic,"

"You're a dick," you moved to walk back inside, but Rafe was quick to grab your wrist, stepping in front of you and caging you between himself and the wall.

"You really shouldn't talk to your customers like that, Y/N," Rafe breathed, his hot breath fanning across your face.

Your breath hitched for a moment, suddenly realizing how close his face was to yours. You couldn't help but take in his features. You weren't oblivious to his looks, but something about the way he was so close to was making your heart race.

Finally, you composed yourself, "Why do you enjoy being such an asshole?"

Rafe didn’t acknowledge your question, “Why weren’t you serving our table today?” He leaned forward slightly, his right hand placed on the wall next to your head, “I like when it’s you…”

It took everything in you not to swat his hand away as he grabbed a strand of your hair and lazily twirled it around his finger, “you would never get Kelce’s order wrong-”

“Pope didn’t get it wrong-” you snapped.

“Or spill our drinks,” he added with a smirk, enjoying getting under your skin.

“You’re a dick,” you folded your arms, narrowing your eyes, “You just want me to be your waitress so you can stare at my ass every time I walk away,”

Rafe raised his brows.

“Yeah, I noticed- you’re not very subtle,”

He shrugged, smirk turning into a grin, “Hey, I’m not denying it,”

You should slap him for that, but you find yourself staring. You mentally scolded yourself for the way he was able to easily grab your attention. Snap out of it. He was an awful person, how could you still be so attracted to him?

“Screw you, Rafe,” you scoffed, “I have to go back to work,” The words left your lips, but you didn’t move from your spot.

“Work?” Rafe tilted his head slightly, “Hmm, is that why you’re staring at my lips?”

You ignored the blush forming on your cheeks, “I’m not-ugh,” you groaned, flustered and annoyed at the way he managed to affect you, “I can’t stand you-”

“Yeah?”

Your heart skipped and blush deepened as he cocked a brow at you.

Rafe’s hand dropped from the wall and you were no longer cornered. He swiped his bottom lip, annoying smirk still splayed on his face. “I’ll see you around Y/L/N,” he nodded slightly, “Next time you take my table, yeah?”

He didn’t wait for your reply before he walked around the building, leaving you flustered and with a mouth drier than the Sahara Desert. What the hell was that?

“Y/N!“

You jumped slightly as the back door whipped open and Alyssa shouted your name, “Break’s over- you’ve got tables to serve. Let’s go!”

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[winchester-books]

Smoke Sesh

based on: obx

characters: jj x reader

warnings: mild lang

w/c: 700

summary: y/n and jj take an unplanned smoke break in the twinkie.

You sat shoulder to shoulder against JJ in the Twinkie. John B, Pope, and Kie were still out surfing. You'd decided to take a break and grab some food from the Twinkie and enjoy it on the beach while watching your friends surf, but JJ had decided to join you on your walk. Then, JJ being JJ, had decided a smoke break was necessary once he got a whiff of weed from the van parked a few spots down.

After some complaining about wanting to go back to the beach that JJ ignored, you found yourself tossing him the lighter and sitting in the back of the van with him.

"This was exactly what I needed," he sighed, making himself more comfortable as he leaned back against the seat.

You made yourself busy mindlessly scrolling through instagram as you waited for JJ to satisfy his cravings.

He took another long inhale, smirking to himself as he tapped your shoulder to get your attention. The second you turned your head, you were met with a faceful of smoke as he blew it out into your face.

"Ugh, JJ," you groaned, waving your hand in front of your nose and trying to disperse the smoke, "Dude, I already told you I have to go to my Dad's tonight- he's gonna flip when I show up smelling like weed,"

Your stern look was only met from a shrug from the blonde boy, "Well, you already smell like it, so now you can smoke,"

"You suck," rolling your eyes, you grabbed the blunt from his already outreached hand. You didn't miss the way he intently watched as you brought it up to your mouth and inhaled slowly. You could barely hold it in before you started coughing it up, "Shit- ugh, strong," you choked out, still trying to get your bearings.

"Like it?" JJ grinned, taking it back and taking another drag as he tossed you a water bottle that you gratefully accepted. "It's my new creation," he said proudly, "I'm still working on a name though,"

You took another deep breath, already feeling it, “Well... It definitely gets the job done,”

He lifted the blunt to your lips again but you shook your head, rolling your eyes when he persisted, “JJ, my dad’s gonna be so mad,” you grabbed his wrist and he leaned closer, his gaze catching the way your fingers were gripping his arm.

“Come onnnn Y/N,” JJ whined, “who cares what your dad thinks,”

“You will when he grounds me for a month again,” you laughed, l up at him. You locked eyes with him, feeling your cheeks heat up and suddenly realizing just how close he was to you.

“Didn’t stop me from seeing you last time,” you could feel him smiling as he leaned forward, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and neck.

“J, everyone’s gonna wonder where we are- I was supposed to be back with food forever ago- agh!” You let out a small cry as JJ suddenly grabbed you by your shoulders and gently rolled over top of you, pinning you on the van floor and grinning down at you.

“Y/N, stop worrying so much,” he deadpanned, ignoring the way you rolled your eyes, “they’re surfing, okay? They probably don’t even realize we’re gone. And for your dad, just go swimming after this- it’ll get rid of most of the smell… you gotta stop stressing and live a little,”

You sighed, knowing he was right. It was so easy for you to get in your head, you were greatful for JJ’s carefree outlook on life that helped you find a balance.

“You gonna get off of me now so I can take another hit?”

JJ smirked, inhaling deeply from the joint and leaning down and putting his lips to yours. You instinctively sucked in as he exhaled the smoke from his mouth, immediately feeling the small rush.

JJ watched in awe as you exhaled the rest of the smoke, closing your eyes in bliss, “Shit, that was so hot,” he mumbled, leaning back down and pressing his mouth to yours for a kiss. Your hand made its way to the back of his hair and you pulled him in deeper.

He pulled away from you for a moment, looking down at you with a cocky grin, "What about the others?" he joked, mocking your concern from earlier, "We're supposed to get back-"

"Oh, just shut up and just kiss me,"

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[winchester-books]

Good Surf

based on: obx

characters: jj x reader

warnings: kind of suggestive, nothing big

w/c: 300ish

summary: you and jj need to study for your upcoming test, but he has things he’d rather be doing than schoolwork.

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“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N,” You clenched your jaw as JJ repeated your name over and over.

“Y/N, stop ignoring me,”

You rolled your eyes at his words, glancing up at him from your textbook, “my answer’s still no,”

“Y/NNNN,” JJ furrowed his brows, his blonde hair flopping to the side as he tilted his head, “Y/N, pleaseeee,”

“No.” you sighed as you shook your head and looked back down at your notes.

“Y/N…” JJ sang your name this time, trying just about anything to get your attention again, “Y/N…” he scooted forward in his chair, gently kicking you on the shin.

“JJ!” You scowled, glaring at him for not letting up, “How do you ever get anything done? We haven’t even been here for 20 minutes, we have to study for this test-”

“No, actually, we don’t,” JJ flashed you a grin, “Come on Y/N! The waves are huge today, it’s the best surf there’s been in months,”

“JJ,” you deadpanned, placing your hands on the table, “The surf has been good for weeks, what the hell are you talking about?”

His foot made its way around your ankle and you felt yourself heat up under his stare.

“Okay, well there’s more than just surfing to do,” he paused, his gaze flicking down to your lips before locking with your gaze again, “It’s Wednesday so there probably won’t be that many people out…” his foot trailed up your leg a little further and he didn’t break eye contact, “and you could wear that purple bikini that I really like…”

“JJ Maybank!” You scolded, reaching across the table and smacking him on the arm. You did your best to disregard the heat rising in your cheeks, “we have to study!”

You ignored the way he puffed out his lower lip, “JJ, you can’t fail another test for this class.”

He tossed his head back and groaned, “I’m not gonna fail- I’ve actually been doing the homework this time,”

“No,” you narrowed your eyes, “You’ve been copying my homework,”

“Same thing.”

You weren’t amused.

“Y/N, the test isn’t til Friday- we can study tomorrow, I swear,” he held out his pinky to you with a serious look.

You couldn’t lie, the offer was tempting, but you really needed to pass this test. “J-”

“The beach is gonna be busier tomorrow,” he looked at you pleadingly, knowing you were at least contemplating his offer by the look on your face, “And today’s just such a perfect day… and that bikini…”

You slammed your book shut. “Fine,” you finally caved, “But tomorrow we’re studying, okay? No excuses,”

But JJ wasn’t listening, he was already ten steps ahead of you, holding open the door with a massive grin on his face as he waited for you, “So, you’re gonna wear the purple bikini, right?”

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[winchester-books]

That’s My Shirt

based on: obx

characters: jj maybank x reader

warnings: some lang, nothing really

w/c: 300ish

summary: the plan is to have a fun day out on the boat as a group, but jj has other ideas when he sees what you’re wearing...

“What the hell is taking her so long?” John B groaned from the captain’s seat of the boat. He and the rest of the pogues had been waiting for you to get in the boat for what felt like hours (but was really only like five minutes) and John B was not having it. He groaned, tossing his head back and calling your name for the fourth time, “Y/NNNNNN!”

You rolled your eyes at John B’s impatience and slammed the chateau door behind you as you walked toward the dock.

That’s when JJ saw you. Hair pulled back and the strings of your favorite bikini sticking out of the top of your shirt- no, his shirt. He swallowed hard, feeling his pants tighten at the sight. He involuntarily gnawed at his lower lip as you made your way closer. This boat trip was not happening anymore- at least not with you and him on board.

“Usually when someone says they’re almost ready, it doesn’t take 30 minutes to leave the house,” John B snapped, glaring at you as you tossed your bag into the boat.

“So sorry,” you said sarcastically, flipping him the bird with a tight lipped smile.

“Is that my shirt?”

You looked up at JJ, too focused on John B’s childishness to have heard him the first time, “Hm?”

“That’s my shirt.” He stared at you, a fire clearly lit up behind his eyes. You felt yourself grinning at his reaction, silently thanking yourself for choosing to wear it as your swimsuit cover-up.

JJ quickly stood up, dipping down and easily tossing you over his shoulder, “JJ!” you gasped, swatting him and trying to get him to put you down, but he was clearly a man on a mission.

“Sorry guys,” JJ announced, stepping back onto the dock, “Y/N and I gotta go, I forgot we had... uhh, plans,”

“You guys are so gross,” Pope groaned.

Kie made a face and you shrugged, mouthing a “sorry” and clearly having no say as JJ carried you towards the house.

“Are you kidding me?” John B yelled from the boat, “We waited for Y/N that whole time and now you’re both going to leave?”

“Sorry dude- priorities!”

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[winchester-books]

What Did You Call Her?

based on: obx

characters: rafe x reader

warnings: language, objectification of women, violence

w/c: 600

summary: Rafe overhears some boys talking about Y/N and doesn’t hesitate to intervene. 

“Y/N? Rafe’s girl? Hell yeah I’d go for it,” the brunette spoke loudly as he drunkenly waved his drink in the air, “Come on, have you guys looked at her? She’s perfect,”

“Yeah, you’re right dude. Too bad she’s with Cameron,”

The boy scoffed, swaying slightly as he spoke, “Please, that country club douchebag? He wouldn’t do shit. Plus, look how his girl is dressed- she’s a slut. She’s practically begging me to come over and-”

“What did you call her?” Rafe’s tone was unnervingly calm as he spoke up.

The boy tensed, slowly turning around to see Rafe towering over him, “I, uh…”

“Sorry, you’re gonna have to speak up,” Rafe gave him a tight-lipped smile as he narrowed his eyes and repeated his question, “What did you call her?”

The kid instinctively took a few steps back, his eyes widening as his back pressed up against a wall. Rafe took a step forward, effectively blocking him in, not-so patiently waiting for the brunette to speak up.

“A slut.”

The quiet words had barely left his mouth when Rafe sent a fist right into the kid’s nose with a sickening crack. Rafe lunged forward, chest heaving slightly as he grabbed his collar and pulled him close, “What’s your name?”

“J-Jake,” The boy stumbled over his words, blood dripping down his face and fear filling his eyes.

“Well, Jake,” Rafe spoke his name like it left a bad taste on his tongue, “I think you owe my girl an apology,” Rafe was walking now, dragging Jake along with him as other party-goers watched.

He spotted you, your back turned toward him as you spoke to some of your friends. He yanked Jake a little harder, nearly sending him to the floor as he stumbled slightly. Rafe’s grip on his collar tighter, steadying him as be stopped a few feet behind you, “Y/N.”

“Hm?” You turned at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. Your blinked slowly, as you took in the view of Rafe and the bloody-faced boy he held in his grasp.

“Oh my God,” your voice finally came out in a whisper.

“This is Jake,” He nearly tripped over his own two feet as Rafe roughly shoved him forward. “He’s got something he needs to say to you,”

You looked between Jake and Rafe, lips parted and not sure what to say, unsure what to make of the situation.

Jake was wiping the blood from his nose, grimacing as he did so, “I’m sorry,” he finally managed to say, not even looking up at you.

“For…” Rafe dragged out the word, glaring daggers into the kid’s back.

“I… I-I’m sorry for calling you a slut,” he muttered, jumping slightly when Rafe smacked him on the back, fingers gripping his shoulder and shaking him slightly like they were close friends.

“See!” Rafe grinned, squeezing Jake’s shoulder a little harder as he spoke, “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it? Well, Jake, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it looks like your nose is broken…” Rafe frowned, but clearly felt not sympathy, “You should probably go get that checked out, buddy,” Rafe smirked, giving Jake one final pat on the back before finally letting him run off.

“Rafe,” you shook your head, still shocked at what had just happened, “What the hell was that?”

He shrugged like he hadn’t just literally given a stranger a broken nose, “He was talking bad about you,”

You weren't sure if you should be pissed at him for getting violent, or proud that he was so quick to defend you. You opened your mouth to speak, but Rafe cut you off before you could, pulling you to his side.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Nobody talks about my girl like that,”

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[winchester-books]

The Other Side: Part Six

Based On: Outer Banks

Warnings: Language, Violence (canon to show)

Word Count: 2.8K

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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: sorry this one’s so long, i decided to combine two chapters!

"I cannot believe we are here right now," you groaned, jumping out of the car behind Pope. 

"Y/N's right," Pope agreed, "This is stupid-"

"Do you guys want the gold or not?" John B snapped, leading the way to the infamous Crain house, "Come on, you guys don't actually believe all the stories about this place, do you?"

"You don't?" JJ piped up, "I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis,"

"Wait, you knew Hollis Crain?" Pope turned to look at JJ, eyeing him skeptically.

"Yeah dude,"

Pope stopped walking, grabbing JJ by the shoulder and still not believing his story, "Dude, how do you know Hollis Crain?"

"She was my babysitter," he shrugged, "She told me all about it. She told me the truth... about her mom and what happened in this house. Hollis told me that as a kid, she heard all the stories that her mother killed her father, but she didn't believe it. Until that night…."

"What night?" John B asked, interest peaked by his story.

"It all came back to her..." JJ said dramatically, "When she was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So, she goes downstairs to see her mom washing her hands in a sink- a sink full of blood," he nodded to himself, continuing his story. "Her mother said she cut her finger. But, the next morning, Hollis' dad was just gone- poof. Vanished."

"Oh come on, JJ," you rolled your eyes at his attempt to scare the group, "We all know this is just BS,"

He shook his head with conviction, "I swear- Hollis said her mom told her that her dad left them in the middle of the night. But the next few days, Hollis saw her mother going in and out of the Parlor all the time, carrying plastic bags," JJ looked at Pope with wide eyes, "A few days later, Hollis went out to the outhouse and guess what she found… Her father's head staring right back at her,"

"Alright enough, JJ," Kie groaned, over the boy's antics, "You're gonna scare Pope," she added with a grin.

"Wha- I am not scared, okay?" Pope defended, but he did look a little pale.

"Come on, let's just get this over with," John B pushed past JJ and Pope and started walking toward the house again. 

"Bro," JJ grabbed his shoulder, "Are you sure you wanna do this? She's an axe murderer, and you've got a broken hand-"

"Yes, I want to do this JJ!" John B groaned, "It's the Royal Merchant treasure, we have to do this,"

You and Pope exchanged looks. You weren't really buying the whole axe murderer story, but you also weren't too gung-ho on the idea of breaking into an old lady's home. 

"Let's just go already," Kie snapped, annoyed by the back-and-forth arguing.

"Alright, here's the plan. Denmark's letter said we need to look for some kind of water," John B said.

"Umm, okay, what kind of water? Pond water? A lake?"

"I don't know! All the letter said was water-"

"That's one hell of a plan John B," you said, rolling your eyes. 

He rolled his eyes back in response, "Let's split up," 

John B went forward as Kie and Pope peeled off to the left. 

You shook your head slightly, "I'm pretty sure that's exactly what people say in horror movies before they all go off to die horrific deaths," 

"We'll be fine," JJ wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you off toward the right, "Don't worry, my darling," he said, making his voice a few octaves lower as a joke, "I shall protect you!" 

You laughed and rolled your eyes at his stupid sense of humor, walking with him in comfortable silence as you both looked around for any form of water that the letter could be referring to.

"Hey, are you okay?" 

You raised your eyebrows, looking up at the blonde boy who caught you slightly off guard with the question. 

"You're quieter than normal, plus Kie mentioned that Rafe came up to you at the party," he said with a shrug.

"Oh, yeah, he did," you replied, not really ready to have a conversation with anyone about your interaction with Rafe- especially not with JJ. 

You and JJ were… well, you weren't exactly sure what the two of you were, but there was definitely something there. 

That said, discussing your feelings about Rafe with JJ didn't seem like the best idea. Plus, JJ had no idea about your encounter with Rafe the night you broke up. In fact, none of the pogues had known that Rafe had gotten physical with you. The only people there had been Topper and Rafe, and you were sure they weren't eager to tell anyone else on the island. 

"It was nothing really. He's just not over our breakup, and he wanted to talk," you brushed JJ off, trying to move away from the subject as quickly as possible. 

"Hey! There's one place we haven't looked yet!" A wave of relief washed over you as John B whisper-yelled. As you, JJ, Pope, and Kie made your way over to him, he pointed toward a small door that appeared to lead to the lower level of the house. 

The five of you headed forward, John B forced open the door, and the rest of you followed him inside into the dark and dusty room. 

"Gross," Kie remarked, swatting away a few spiderwebs that were dangerously close to her face. 

JJ began humming softly, moments later starting into a full-blown song, "Down came Mrs. Crain And cut off all our heads-"

"Seriously J?" You slapped him on the arm, his creepy song freaking you out a little too much for your liking. 

"Anyone see any water?" John B asked, ignoring JJ and scanning the room for anything that could be taken as a clue.

Everyone shook their heads in defeat. 

"Ugh, here we go," Kie groaned, "We had a good thing going- now you try and get Sarah involved, and our leads all go bad,"

"Really Kie? You're blaming Sarah for this? How the hell is this her fault? She's not even here!" John B snapped, "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you about Sarah! You're making it weird! What the hell is your deal with her anyway-"

"Nothing!"

"Nothing?" John B repeated, shaking his head as he narrowed his eyes at her, "Is this because I kissed you? Is that the problem?"

He was quickly met with a sharp slap to the face, and it took everything in you to stifle your laughter. 

"Stop treating me like I'm some girl obsessed with you! I am your best friend, I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I just don't get it!" John B exclaimed, "You like Y/N, and she's a kook! Can't you at least try to get along with Sarah-"

"Alright, that's enough," JJ interrupted, "There's no water here. Let's just go,"

"Hang on a sec," Pope looked deep in thought, staring intently at the wooden floorboards beneath him. He reached down, grabbing a tiny rock from the ground and dropping it between the cracks of the floor. The sound of the rock hitting water echoed through the room. 

"No way-"

"Help me move this!" Pope said excitedly, pointing to the wooden planks beneath him.

The five of you quickly began picking up the wood and moving it to the side, revealing a massive well in the ground. 

"Oh my God, we actually found it," Kie whispered. 

"This must be where she hid the bodies,"

JJ earned a punch in the arm from Kie this time, "Seriously, JJ stop," 

"Well, we're gonna need a really big rope," you sighed, looking down into the darkness of the well beneath you.

-

JJ sat in the back of the van, his arm wrapped around you as the two of you swayed with the movement of the road. 

"Are you guys ready for this?" Sarah asked, pulling the hood of her sweatshirt over her head.

You scoffed slightly, "Not even a little bit,"

The car rolled to a stop, and John B put it in park. Everyone was quiet for a moment, thinking about the insane thing you were all about to do. Sure, you never really knew what to expect when hanging with the pogues, but breaking into a potential axe murderer's house (for a second time) at 2 in the morning was not something you would have been able to picture on the agenda.

"Hey," John B turned to the rest of the group, a serious look crossing his face, "Before we do this... Thank you- seriously, thank you guys. This really means a lot to me. I appreciate you guys."

"Of course, JB," Pope said, all of you nodding along in agreement. 

"No problem John B,"

"Okay, are we doing this or not?" JJ hopped out of the van, reaching his hand back to you to help you out of the car. 

The six of you approached the house, whispering quietly with flashlights in hand.

"Oh shit!"

A blinding light turned on, and you dove behind the nearest bush in fear.

Pope managed to catch his breath, "Uh- Okay, so she's got motion sensor lights,"

"We could throw a rock at it," John B suggested.

"Wow, that is a really good idea, JB," Kie said sarcastically, "Let's throw a rock at it and let the axe murderer know were here,"

"Well," John B scoffed, "Anyone else have a better idea?"

"Yeah," you piped up, "Literally anything else besides that,"

"How about the breaker? The circuit box is on the porch. Maybe we could get the power to turn off," Sarah suggested.

"No way- you're not going into that house," John B said protectively.

"Watch me."

"Dude, have you ever heard the stories? She's an axe murderer," JJ deadpanned, "She literally chops people up into pieces."

Sarah only rolled her eyes, "That's not true. Plus, she's like 85 now. I bet she's barely even kicking,"

"I'll go with you," Kie spoke up.

"Yeah, me too," you said with a shrug, "I mean, she can't get all three of us at once," you joked.

"Okay," Pope agreed, "We'll wait for your signal,"

You nodded, following the two girls up the house. You crept up the stairs to the porch, careful not to make any noise. 

You and Kie held up flashlights as Sarah worked to pry open the box, "No, no, no, no," 

"What is it?" You shared a worried look with Sarah, "Where are the breakers? How are we gonna turn it off?"

Kie trailed her light upwards, following the wire, "Dammit, it goes inside,"

You took a shaky breath, pulling open the porch door, wincing at the screeching noise it made. Sarah and Kie followed close behind you, the three of you huddled together.

"I think I see it," Kie whispered, reaching out to a small box on the wall. She gasped, "Yes, I got it!" She flicked the switch in the middle, and you watched the light that was on outside go black.

The three of you beamed in excitement, "We did it!"

Suddenly Kie's face dropped, "Did you hear that?" She asked quietly. Both you and Sarah froze in fear at her words, straining to listen for anything. 

This time you heard it. It sounded like ragged breathing, accompanied by the thud of someone walking down the stairs.

"Leon!" A raspy voice screamed out, "Leon! I can hear you!"

"Oh my God, it's really her- it's Old Lady Crain," Kie whisper-yelled, eyes wide. You, Kie, and Sarah pressed yourselves against the wall, practically holding your breaths to not make a noise. 

Ms. Crain rounded the corner, only inches from you. Yet somehow, she didn't see you. You were shaking with fear, and almost certain she could hear the sound of your heartbeat from how fast it was beating. You locked eyes with Kie, who looked just as terrified as you felt.

"Run," Kie mouthed, and the three of you took off sprinting. You and Sarah made it to the door leading to the basement, gasping for air. 

"Dammit, where'd Kie go?" You frantically looked around, seeing no sign of Ms. Crain or Kiara, "Come on, she can't be far,"

You and Sarah retraced your steps, finding Kie cornered in a room and Ms. Crain coming after her with a fire poker, "Oh my God!" Sarah watched in terror as Ms. Crain threw herself toward Kie.

Without really thinking, you launched forward as Ms. Crain swung the fire poker, catching it midair as she did so. Sarah leapt forward, grabbing Kie's hand and pulling her out of the room. You dropped the fire poker, still shocked at what was happening as Kie grabbed your wrist, pulling you out as well. You all ran toward the door leading to the basement, going through and slamming it behind you.

"GO!" Sarah nearly screamed at the boys with no explanation. 

"Hey, hey," Pope tried to calm the three of you down so he could fully grasp what had happened, "Take a breath. What's wrong?"

"It's Ms. Crain! She knows where here-"

"She just tried to take my head off with a fire poker!" Kie yelled, "We need to get the hell out of here!"

"John B! John B!" JJ yelled down the well, still holding onto the rope that was securing his friend tightly, "Get back on! We've gotta go, NOW!"

"Hold on! Just give me a second," John B's voice was muffled from how deep down he was in the well, "Okay, pull me up!"

Everyone grabbed onto the rope and pulled with everything they had, "Keep pulling!" JJ grunted.

BANG! A gunshot rang throughout the room, and you and Sarah dropped the rope with a yelp. 

"John B, climb up!" Pope screamed, "Come on, quickly!"

John B pulled himself out of the well just as another shot was fired.

"Oh my God!" "Come on, let's get out of here!" "Run! Run! Let's go!"

You all sprinted, literally, for your lives back to the van. JJ leapt into the driver's seat and started the engine. Everyone piled into the back, gasping for air and coursing with adrenaline. 

"Holy shit," Kie breathed out, "Did that... Did that really just happen?"

No one spoke for a second, frozen over the fact that that had really just happened. 

JJ broke the silence first, laughing in pure shock. The rest of the van erupted into laughter, still trying to process. 

"How did we survive that?" You asked between laughs, "I feel like we were just in a movie." 

"How the hell did that old lady move so quickly?" Pope wondered aloud. 

"God- you smell like ass John B," Kie joked, looking at the mud-covered boy. 

John B went quiet for a moment, fiddling with something in his hand. 

"What's wrong?" you asked, leaning forward to see what he was holding.

He wiped away the thick layer of mud, smile widening as he revealed a golden bar underneath, "We did it… We actually did it,"

"Oh my…" Sarah whispered. 

"WE FOUND THE GOLD!" Kie screamed with excitement, the car following her lead as you all screamed and cheered in surprise and excitement. 

"We're going to be rich- like RICH rich!" JJ screamed, pulling you into a hug as everyone in the car continued to cheer.

"FULL KOOK!" JJ chanted, and soon everyone in the van joined in, "FULL KOOK! FULL KOOK! FULL KOOK!" 

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

[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

[winchester-books]

The Other Side [ masterlist ]

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.

PAIRINGS- JJ x Reader, Rafe x Reader 

WARNINGS- language, violence, physical / verbal abuse, toxic relationships (each chapter will have its own individual warnings)

a/n: hey everyone! i started this series in may of 2020 and literally forgot about it (i am so sorry lol) anyways, i’ve been working on it and am finally ready to start posting again, so i figured i would start by making a master list for the series ! stay tuned for the next part <3

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN 

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

[winchester-books]

Midsummers

based on- obx

characters- jj x reader

warnings- lang

w/c- 600

summary- jj would never be invited to midsummers and your parents would lose their minds if they knew you were dating a pogue, but he he’s never really cared much about what other people think

“We’ll, Y/N is quite the scholar, She’s top of her class at Kildare County High! She’s also on the varsity volleyball team and her brother is…”

You tuned your father out, smiling and nodding politely as he boasted about you and your younger brother.

You hated the kook lifestyle. Sure, you were grateful for what you had in life, but the attitudes of rich people made you sick.

Everything was a joke to them- even Midsummers. It was quite ironic that Midsummer’s was an event to raise money for charity; but between the outfits attendees put together, and the money it cost to actually put on the event, it had to be at least triple what they were raising for charity.

These gatherings where just an excuse for kooks to get drunk and gloat about their wealth.

Your eyes scanned the crowds of people, wishing nothing more to be spending time with JJ and the other pogues than this bullshit party. You gave your father and the people he was speaking to a small smile, taking your chance to slip away before they started asking you questions.

You winced, tugging at your dress that was becoming more and more uncomfortable. God I hate this.

You nearly let out a yelp when your body collided with someone else, “Oh my- I’m so sor-” you stopped mid sentence looking up to see none other than JJ with a shit eating grin plastered across his face.

“JJ what the hell are you doing here?” You whispered through your teeth, glancing around in fear of your parents seeing.

He nodded in the direction of Sarah Cameron who was walking out of the party, clearly on some form of mission. “Had to deliver a message to John B’s new lover,” he joked with a shrug. He placed his hands on your shoulders, his smile getting impossibly bigger as he admired you, “Plus… I had to come see my Kook Princess on the big night-”

You frowned at the nickname, “Don’t call me that.”

JJ smirked, reaching forward and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “You’re not like the rest of these assholes, i just like messing with you,” he assured, “You look gorgeous,” his eyes trailed down your dress as he spoke.

Your face heated up with his words and you looked away for a second. You and JJ had been together for almost a year, but his words always made you blush.

“Let’s dance,” his hand slid down your arm and he laced his fingered in yours. He tilted his head, confused when you pulled him back and didn’t let him drag you onto the dance floor.

“We can’t,” you sighed, “My parents- hell, everyone here would lose it if they knew we were together-”

“I don’t care,” JJ squeezed your hand softly, “I only care about you, Y/N. Screw all these rich pricks, let’s piss them off,”

“J, my parents. I don’t want them to treat you badly.”

“Who cares? I don’t care what they think of me. We’ve been together for 6 months- 6 months and 16 days to be exact. They’re bound to find out about us eventually… I mean it’s Midsummers- this is where kook couples do that freaking weird “coming out” as a couple thing, right?” he flashed you a smile that you really couldn’t argue with.

You stiffled a laugh, shaking your head at JJ’s ridiculousness and letting him pull you out onto the dance floor. You could feel the eyes of everyone around you and could hear the whispers as people watched. But you didn’t care, you had JJ, and you didn’t like any of these people anyways.

JJ spun you around, dipping you and making you laugh, “You can dance?”

JJ shrugged, effortlessly keeping up with your waltz, “What can I say, I’m a Jack of All Trades,” he grinned, spinning you around one more time and placing a kiss to your cheek.

“Maybank?”

Rafe was far away, but his voice rang out clearly across the party.

“Shit,” you and JJ said at the same time.

You could see JJ contemplating whether a fight was worth it or not, then your eyes flicked over to Rafe pushing his was through people towards JJ.

“You better go,” you whispered, squeezing his hand, “I think we gave them enough to talk about tonight- save the fight for another night,” you joked, smiling up at him.

JJ hummed in agreement, looking down at you with his fat grin still splayed across his face, “It was a pleasure,” he dramatically bowed in front of you, placing a kiss on the top of your hand before hurrying out of the party, Rafe still yelling after him.

#outer banks #outer banks imagine #obx #jj maybank x reader #outer banks x reader #jj maybank #jj imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank imagine #jj x reader

[winchester-books]

Eye for an Eye

based on: outer banks

characters: jj x reader, past john b x reader, kie

warnings: messy breakup, language

w/c: 1.7k

summary: When things between you and John B end bitterly, you’re surprised to find JJ of all people taking your side... and suggesting revenge. 

To say you were pissed would be an understatement. Your relationship with John B had ended in nothing short of disaster. You’d caught him gawking at Sarah Cameron one too many times and had finally lost it when you saw him scrolling through her instagram profile while he had his arm wrapped around you on the couch. 

“Are you kidding me right now?” 

He quickly swiped out of the app, rolling his eyes like you were the one being ridiculous for calling him out, “What now Y/N?” he huffed, letting his arm fall off your shoulder, “Am I not allowed to see what other people are posting?”

“Sarah Cameron… really?” you gave him an incredulous look, “I’m literally sitting right here,”

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/N, it’s just instagram,” he brushed you off.

You scoffed at him, “You’re an asshole-”

“You’re gonna sit there and tell me you don’t look at other dudes?” He snapped, raising his eyebrows.

“You’re seriously going to flip this on me right now?” you shook your head, “You’ve been staring at Sarah for weeks, I’ve bit my tongue and not said a word… I convinced myself it didn’t mean anything- but that’s such bullshit,”

John B stood up from the couch, running his hands through his hair, “You’re being ridiculous, I-”

“It’s like I don’t even exist to you anymore,” you stood up and faced him, glaring at him as you spoke, “How about you grow up and break up with me so you can be with her since she’s all you can think about,”

“Y/N, cut it out okay?” He exhaled sharply out of his nose, rolling his eyes, “You’re overreacting-”

“You can’t even spend time with me! You’re staring at her pictures with your arm around me- your girlfriend!” You dropped your arms in exasperation, searching his eyes for any sign of remorse and coming up empty. 

“What do you want me to say?” he snapped, looking down at you, “Yeah she’s hot- it’s not a fucking crime for me to think that! I didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just a stupid picture- get over it,”

“Get over it?” you blinked at him, your feelings of hurt and anger apparent on your face. “Screw you,” you finally managed, blinking away the tears that were beginning to form. 

“You think I don’t see you entertaining all the tourons who eye you? You’ve done the same thing, if not worse.”

Your hands clenched into fists as he twisted the situation so you were in the wrong. The John B you fell in love with and dated for nearly a year was not the manipulative asshole standing in front of you right now. 

“I think you should go,” you said lowly,walking over and opening the door.

“Oh, so now you’re done talking, huh?” He rolled his eyes, “You’re gonna sit there and blame me, but the second I mention that you're in the wrong you’re done?”

You bit your tongue, refusing to engage with him anymore and let him paint you as the villain. “Leave, John B,” you repeated, ignoring the tears welling in your eyes as he walked toward the door.

He brushed past you, mumbling something about you calling him when you were done being a bitch.

“You know what?” you narrowed your eyes as he glanced back at you from the porch, “ I’ll save you the trouble of breaking up with me since you’re too much of an asshole to do it yourself- we’re done.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you were already slamming the door in his face. 

-

Now, you found yourself tossing back shots of Vodka, indifferent to the burn each one sent down your throat. Kie had practically dragged you out of the house, going on and on about how going out would make you feel better and pick up your spirits.

 It had been one week of you shut up in your house, at first you had been wallowing in self pity and regrets. Then, you received a text from Kie that caught your eye, and you simply couldn’t ignore like the dozens of others she had sent. 

“y/n. i’m sorry but i have to ask. is it true? did you actually cheat on him??”

You had stared at the text for a while, your sadness and self-pity quickly shifting to anger. He had been obsessed with Sarah for weeks and now he had the audacity to go around saying that you had cheated on him? You were fuming. Fortunately, Kie had taken your side right away. 

Going out might have actually been good for you- if you hadn’t walked into the party to see John B twirling Sarah in the sand as they danced together. 

It had barely been a week. 

You were hurt. Heartbroken and embarrassed that you’d loved him as much as you did. Angry that a piece of you still managed to want him back even as you watched him move on so quickly. 

Alcohol was an easy answer to your problems, even if it was only temporary. 

“Easy there, Y/N,” You turned to see JJ eyeing you as you set down your shot glass. “Trying to finish the whole handle alone?”

“Maybe,” you brushed him off, pouring yourself another, only stopping when you felt JJ nearly pressed up against your back from behind you.

“Mind sharing?”

“So, you don’t hate me?”  You asked, pouring him one as well and handing it to him.

“Hate you?” he shook his head, his brows creasing, “Why would I hate you?”

“Well, John B’s managed to tell the whole fucking island that I cheated on him. You’re his best friend- I kinda assumed you’d be jumping on the ‘screw Y/N’ bandwagon,”

“Ouch,” he joked, “I thought you knew me better than that- since when have I been one to just follow everyone else?” he held out his blunt to you, silently asking if you wanted a hit. You happily obliged. “I didn’t believe him,” he said with a shrug. 

“Really?” You widened your eyes, feeling a wave of relief that not everyone fell for John B’s lies, “Good… because it's complete bullshit,” Your gaze shifted toward John B and Sarah who were still dancing together.

JJ noticed you were staring. “I told him he’s a dick for that,” he piped up, nodding toward the two. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but he’s been a total asshole to you. I’m sorry,” he offered you a small smile, grabbing the joint back and inhaling, “Sarah’s just gonna break his heart like she does to every other guy she dates,”

“Good.”

“Yeah, he deserves it,”

You frowed, surprised that he was agreeing with you, “So much for being his best friend,” you joked. 

He only shrugged, “We aren’t talking right now,” he said simply, “I told him he needs to get his shit together- usually I’m the one that makes bad decisions, but letting things end with you? That’s a mistake I’d never make,”

You weren’t sure what to make of that. You wouldn’t lie, thoughts of JJ had always crossed your mind- but he was supposed to be John B’s best friend, didn’t that make you off limits?

“Shot?” JJ spoke up before you had the chance to say anything back, and you were grateful. Nodding, you grabbed your glass and tapped it to his, “Fuck Sarah Cameron,”

You grinned at his words, “Fuck Sarah Cameron,” you repeated, downing the liquid. 

-

God knows how much you had to drink. 

You and JJ had really taken on the challenge of finishing the entire handle of Vodka. Deep down you knew you’d be feeling it tomorrow, but you couldn’t care less. For the first time in days John B was the furthest thing from your mind. 

You and JJ had always gotten along well, he was funny and charming- and attractive. What was there not to like? But things were different between you now. He was touchier, and this time, his flirty comments felt like they carried more weight than normal… Not that you were complaining. 

JJ’s hand was laced in yours, the two of you laughing about something as he practically dragged you down the beach towards the water. The two of you plopped down into the sand, his hand landing on your thigh as he pulled you closer to him. 

JJ took a hit, blowing smoke into your face and flashing you a smile. He lifted the blunt to your lips and you inhaled, letting your fingers rest on his for a moment as you took the joint from him. 

He flopped backward into the sand, staring up at the stars and drowning out the blaring music coming from behind you as he listened to the waves crash, “This is amazing,” he breathed out, “Why the hell haven’t we done this before,”

You laid down beside him, “Because… my boyfriend was an insecure little bitch,” you laughed, your words flying freely in your intoxicated state, “God- if we’d ever done this before he’d probably be telling everyone I cheated on him with you,”

JJ sat up suddenly, a grin plastered across his face, “Oh my God, Y/N you’re a genius!” You eyed him from your spot in the sand. “John B is an asshole,” 

You nodded, “Tell me something I don’t know,”

“He treated you like shit. And now he’s lying to everyone and saying you’re the bad guy, when it was literally just him being a dick-”

“Okay, what are you getting at here?” You sat up, not really enjoying listening to him recount the hell that you had been living. 

He shrugged, “Let’s return the favor,”

You tilted your head, silently questioning what he meant.

“Well…” he glanced back to the beach, “He’s already hooking up with Sarah, right? I say an “eye for an eye,” You gotta hook up with someone to get back at him,”

“You volunteering?”

Your words were merely a joke, but JJ was quickly nodding, “Who better to hook up with than his best friend?”

“I...” you closed your mouth, blinking at him. You couldn’t lie, it wasn’t a bad idea. It got you the justified revenge on John B, and it’s not like you weren’t excited at the thought of hooking up with the blonde sitting next to you. 

“I’m definitely not opposed…” JJ added, cocky smile on his lips when he saw you contemplating it. 

You bit your lip, undecided. This could get messy- really messy. Thinking about Kie alone finding out made you question if this would be worth it. But he was hot… so hot. And clearly into you. And hell, John B had been awful to you, who could blame you for wanting to get some revenge?

“You better be a good kisser…”

JJ’s smik grew, “Oh, sweetheart, I’m the best,”

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[winchester-books]

Off Limits

based on: obx

characters: rafe x reader, topper, kelce

warnings: language, threats, violence

w/c: 1k

summary: Cornered by Kelce and Topper while making deliveries on the Figure 8, an unlikely hero comes in to save the day. 

idk what this is really, i inspired by tame impala’s song: one more hour

“The hell are you doing on our side of the island, Pogue?” Kelce sneered, his head cocked to the side slightly as he glared at you. 

You ignored him, keeping your head down and trying to focus on finishing your job. You’d offered to help Pope’s dad with a few deliveries and, of course, that meant dropping some orders off at the Figure 8. Just your luck that you’d run into your least favorite Kooks in the process. 

“Hey!” Topper raised his voice, narrowing his eyes at you, “My friend here asked you a question, how about you show him some respect?”

You rolled your eyes, looking up from the bags you had just placed outside the door of whoever had ordered them, “It’s kind of my job to be here,” you walked toward your car that was parked along the curb, grimacing when they followed close behind.

“Where’s Rafe? I’m sure you’re both feeling a lack of purpose without him,” you spat, almost immediately regretting your decision to engage with them as Topper’s eyes lit up. 

“Where’s your piece of shit boyfriend?” He fired back, “You still with JJ? Or did you finally realize he’s been fucking Kiara behind your back?”

You bit your tongue, glare hardening as you resisted the urge to lunge at him, “Do you two really not have anything better to do than give me a hard time?” 

“Woah, woah!” Topper mockingly put his hands in the air in defense, “We’re just two concerned members of our community,”

“We can’t turn a blind eye to low-lifes showing up in our neighborhood…” Kelce added, “Even if they happen to be hot…”

You scowled at him, folding your arms across your chest, “Oh, screw off Kelce-”

“Or what?” Topper cut you off, raising a brow as he spoke. He took a few steps toward you, Kelce doing the same. You instinctively stepped back, heart sinking when your back pressed up against your car, leaving you with nowhere to go. 

“I won’t lie,” Kelece admitted, looking at Topper as he spoke, “I’ve thought about what it would be like to get with a pogue,”

Topper smirked, the two towering over you, “Y/N’s not too bad of an option… ” He leaned forward, putting his hand against the car and caging you in with his arm, “What do you think, Y/N? Wanna get with a Kook?”

You’re glare harderend, “You’re fucking disgusting,” you turned, yanking on the handle of your car door, but Topper easily pushed it closed the moment you got it open. 

“Come on, Y/N,” Topper dragged out your name as he spoke, “You’re really gonna tell me you’ve never thought about it?”

“No. I’ve never thought about getting with assholes like you,” you said firmly, your annoyance clear in your voice, “Now get the hell away from my car,”

They ignored your demand and Topper kept his hand on your door, clearly enjoying watching you try, and fail, to pull it open. 

“You guys are assholes,” you hissed, shoving Topper’s arm and storming past him, attempting to make it to the passenger door. 

Topper grabbed your wrist before you made it two steps and you were stopped in your tracks by his harsh grip, “Y/N, don’t be ridiculous. We’re just having a friendly conversation,”

The way he was looking at you made your skin crawl, “Let go.”

Topper raised a brow, “You know, for being a visitor on our side of the island, you sure are being a bitch,” he looked over at Kelce who was nodding in agreement, “You should lighten up,” he said nonchalantly, his smile growing because he could tell he was getting under your skin. 

“Topper, seriously, this isn’t funny,” you writhed against his grip, trying to pry him off, “Let go-”

Suddenly Topper was practically thrown off of you, falling to the ground as someone hit him from behind. He was quick to get up, his look of anger shifting to surprise when he was faced with Rafe standing above him. 

Your chest tightened, not sure where this situation was going to go. Rafe was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he glared down at Topper. His voice was low as he spoke, “She told you to let go. Twice.”

What the hell? Was Rafe Cameron defending you?

“Christ, Rafe,” Topper stood up, brushing himself off, “The hell’s your problem- we’re just having a little fun,”

“Well, go do that shit somewhere else,” 

Topper and Kelce gave him confused looks, “Come on, man. She’s just a pogue,” Topper scoffed, gesturing your way, “What’s your deal? Kelce and I were just having a little fun. I mean, she’s hot and-”

That was the wrong thing to say. 

Topper was met with a solid blow to his nose, staggering back in shock and pain.

“Dude!” Kelce steeped back, staring at Rafe with wide eyes.

“What the fuck?” Topper wiped the blood from his nose, glaring at Topper as anger coursed through him. Topper stepped toward his so-called friend… mistake number two.

Whatever rage Rafe was holding inside of him came pouring out all at once as he lunged at Topper again, the two dropping to the ground in their fight. Rafe managed to get the upper hand and position himself above Topper, sending blow after blow. 

“Rafe! Rafe, stop! He’s had enough!” Kelce yelled at his friend to stop, but didn’t intervene. Rafe was pissed and the last thing he wanted was to be on the ground next to Topper. 

Rafe was panting, sending one final punch to Topper’s jaw before standing up, “I said, do that shit somewhere else,” he snapped, repeating his previous words. 

Rafe glanced over at your shocked frame, “Are you okay?” His voice was even when he spoke to you, a stark difference compared to his anger toward his friends. You couldn’t quite place the way he was looking at you… It almost looked like he was genuinely concerned about you. 

His words left you nearly speechless. Rafe had never been nice to you- hell, you were a pogue, he wanted nothing to do with you. 

He raised his brows when you didn’t answer him. You found yourself nodding quickly. 

Rafe seemed content enough with your reply and stalked off to wherever he had come from. 

Still dumbfounded and with more questions than you possibly could have answers for, you climbed into your car and locked the door. Not taking any chances with Kelce and Topper right outside, even though Topper definitely wouldn’t be getting up any time soon… Your mind was racing. Had that really just happened? Had Rafe really defended you? What the hell did any of this mean? You drove off with no answers and the burning desire to know why Rafe had stood up against his own best friends for you. Maybe Rafe Cameron wasn’t as bad of a guy as you had thought…

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