request: hello there! hope you’re doing well! may i request for jj maybank imagine? reader being Sarah’s sister and have a crush on him? and he feel the same way but she thought that he likes kiara and therefore got insecure 😅 happy ending please! hope it makes sense
summary: y/n cameron is head over heels for jj, and has been for years. clouded by insecurities, she hides those feelings away in fear of rejection. all it takes is some liquid luck to get the boy to talk, and suddenly she’s unsure of what to believe in.
warnings: some mild cursing (totally depends as to what one describes as mild). mentions of abuse, reader has insecurities.
pairing: jj maybank x cameron!reader
a/n: this is the first fic i’ve written on this blog im so nervous. to the person who requested this, i hope it’s what you wanted :) - quick personal apology for the wait, online school is exhausting and i kept making changes to this.
Being a Cameron and calling yourself a pogue was tough work. Half of Y/N’s life was dedicated to looking after the family image and pretending that being rich was her only personality trait, and the other half to wrecking havoc along the Cut with her friends.
Her dad, having a very influential status on Figure Eight, disapproved of her associating with the poorer side of the island. However, with Y/N being such a headstrong person, he had little to say in what she did and where she went. Especially after her sister, Sarah, took a liking in the infamous John B. There was little to no point in stopping the pair in meeting with the pogues, though this did not stop the condescending looks that they both received from the people of Figure Eight.
Today was the day of Midsummers, the biggest event of the summer. Y/N had chosen to stay at home most of the day in preparation for this, though she planned on meeting Kie later so that they could arrive together. She had no doubt that her friends would show up, with the most recent rendezvous that Sarah and John B had to the mainland. Yes, Sarah desperately told Y/N everything when she returned, not being able to keep anything to herself - with the promise that Y/N wouldn’t tell any of the others until the right time came. After all, Kiara would flip if she found out that John B was involved with the older Cameron girl. She spent hours telling her every detail of their trip and showing every photo the pair took on Sarah’s phone. The genuine smile that Sarah sported in these photos told Y/N all that she needed to know.
She desperately wanted to see all her friends and see how they were doing after Kie had text her that JJ took the fall for Pope when Shoupe came to arrest him for the sinking of Topper’s boat.
JJ Maybank. The boy Y/N helplessly fell for years ago, when the girl watched the little blonde boy surf the waves, taking an interest in surfing herself. It was mesmerising, watching the boy weave in and out of the water effortlessly. Y/N took it upon herself to go down to the beach and talk to the boy, after watching him surf everyday for months on end. The young boy taught her everything he knew, and even let her surf on his board. Now, years later, the pair rivalled in who was the better surfer.
That’s how we came to meet, actually.
After their initial meeting, at school JJ would invite Y/N to come sit with him and his bestfriend, John B. The bond that the three formed was undeniably strong, although her little crush on the blonde never faded through the years. Eventually, Pope joined the trio, and then Kiara. Kie and Y/N probably would have developed a stronger friendship than the rest of the group, due to the fact that they were both born into kook families and had a passion for surfing and the world around them. But the bond that JJ and Y/N had undoubtedly overtook the rest. JJ confided everything in the girl, and she was the reason he still smiled everyday and knew how to cope with the troubles in his life. She knew everything there was to know about him, all the highs and lows. If JJ knew what love was, then he knew he loved her. The one thing that he didn’t know, was how to deal with feelings and emotions, so he buried whatever feeling it was that bubbled in his stomach whenever he saw the girl deep down and never to be dug up again.
From Y/N’s point of view, all she witnessed was the Maybank boy flirting with Kiara whenever he got the chance. She didn’t blame him, to be completely honest, because the girl was perfect. She was everything Y/N could ever aspire to be. For some reason though, it still pained her. She knew she couldn’t say or do anything to change it however, so instead decided to focus on whatever made the boy happy. If Kie made him happy, then she would bury her own feelings for him. There was no harm in keeping quiet to protect her own heart.
Obviously, there was the ‘no pogue on pogue macking’ rule (that Kie actually made to avoid as much drama as possible within the five) but as JJ once said, rules were meant to be broken right?
She couldn’t stand getting in the way of the two, and would never put her needs and wants over somebody else’s, despite what her reputation for being a Cameron said. What would her confession do anyway? It’s not like he reciprocated the feelings. So after weighing out the pros and cons in her head, she though that it would be best to just shut up and not say a word.
Currently at the Carrera household, Kie was complaining about what she was wearing to her mom. Along with other things.
Kie stared at her reflection in the overly large mirror, whilst Y/N occupied herself at the makeup covered vanity.
“This is disgusting,” the brunette girl frowns at herself.
“You look beautiful, Kie,” Y/N assured in the effort of convincing her friend. She did look good, almost too good. No wonder JJ is head over heels for this girl.
“I know. It’s just horrible,” Kiara’s mom announced as she waltzed into her bedroom. “I’m asking you to relax and go to a fun party.”
“I look like a bourgeoisie pig.”
“Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?”
“Mom, people not three miles from here have no power, no running water, and we’re going to Midsummers,” the girl rolled her eyes. “That’s so tone deaf.”
Y/N knew that Kiara had a point - her closest friends were living in horrible conditions right at that very moment. But she couldn’t agree with her right now, she really wasn’t looking for an argument with Mrs Carrera.
“Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island Club?” her mom asks. Clearly this isn’t the first time her mom had used this argument.
“Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for like, ten years-”
“Twelve. And we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough, and do you know why we did that?” her mom says accusingly.
“To keep up with the Joneses?” Kie responds. A snort managed to escape Y/N’s mouth, but she rapidly covered it up by clearing her throat.
“No! So you could have the same experiences that I had as a child,” the mom approached her daughter. “Honey, do you know what the Island Club is?”
“A factory farm for debutantes.”
The Carrera woman ignored that comment, and placed both of her hands upon the younger girl’s face. “It is a nice place, full of nice people, where you can do fun stuff. I’m sure your friend Y/N agrees.”
Y/N sat there with a dumbfounded expression at being involved in the debate between Kiara and her mom. She didn’t say anything, just offered the woman a small, knowing smile. She hoped that that was enough of a response.
“With out of touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean.” Kie says, slowly turning around.
“Okay,” the older woman sighs, clearly fed up with Kie’s constant attitude. “I want you to put your party face on, Kie, if you want to live.”
As soon as her mom left, Kie crossed the room to shut her door, and faced Y/N. Y/N stood up, walked over to Kie, and mimicked her mom’s prior actions in a mocking manner.
“Party face it is, Kie girl. We’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
Kiara chuckled in response to her actions, before shoving her bestfriend’s hands off her face. Instead, she linked arms with the girl and they both began to make their way downstairs.
Here we come, Midsummers.
Midsummers was definitely the largest event of the summer, especially for the rich side of the island. A perfect place to jostle about and make small talk about the latest speedboat model, or to get a fantastic job opportunity. This was no place for the people of the Cut. This was also no place for two girls who cared more about surfing and if people put their candy wrappers in the trashcan than what pair of shoes they would wear for the upcoming party next weekend.
Although she had to admit: the kooks outdid themselves once again. The place looked beautiful, with lights surrounding them, and the floral theme - it was perfect. Vines meandering around the balustrade, fairy lights plaited in between them. Even the wine glasses looked fancy, as well as the small snacks carried on silver platters. The sun’s light orange rays illuminated the place perfectly, creating a majestic aura. Still, as Kiara pointed out far too many times, it was unfair to be hosting said party when the other half of the island was unrecognisable from the damage of the hurricane.
Y/n spotted her sister Sarah on the front porch of the property with Topper’s arm slung over her shoulders. Even from where she was stood, the clear look of discomfort was visible on the blonde’s features. Catching her eye, Y/N sent her a smirk. Sarah rolled her eyes at her sister with a grin, and discretely stuck up her middle finger. On that note, Y/N and Kie carried on making their way through the crowd.
On the other end of the patio, Y/N noticed a familiar head of dark, kinky curls working the grill. She nudged Kie’s shoulder and and her finger signalled in his direction. Next destination, Pope.
“Excuse me, sir,” A light giggle fell from Y/N’s lips at Kie’s poor attempt at a British accent. “Do we have to shuck these ourselves? Cause it might mess up my costume.”
Y/N’s eyes followed Pope as he turned around with a sour face, but when he noticed that it was Kie speaking, a genuine smile made it’s way to replace his expression.
“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Pope goes along, before hugging both the girls and doing their signature handshakes.
“Yeah it was. I was gonna let it go. You ever see this many kooks in one place?”
“Kie, don’t we count in on the kook numbers?”
“Nah. We’re in the lion’s den.”
“Exactly,” Pope shuts the grill. “Hey, have you heard from JJ?”
Upon hearing JJ’s name, her ears perked up and her full attention was now on the conversation taking place between them, listening intently.
Kie pauses for a painfully long moment. “No,” she pauses once again. “He’ll be alright. He’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach.”
Y/N knew that they were referring to his arrest and that he probably had to face his dad again in one way or another. Y/N was the only one out of the pogues to know the full extent of his dad’s abuse, as frequently he’d turn up in the middle of the night at her window after a particularly rough run in with his father. She hated yet cherished the memories of cleaning him up and letting him stay in her bed because he was too afraid to sleep alone, not because she liked his vulnerability, but because in those moments she felt as if he needed her. Not Kie, her. It was selfish of her to think in that way, and she knew she’d do anything to make sure JJ never had to endure any pain from Luke’s hands again. Sometimes it was just nice to think, even for a second, that he saw her the way she saw him.
JJ, on the other hand, was walking across the sandy beach with John B, needing to get ready quickly before entering Midsummers. They would never be able to blend in with the crowd in their daily attire.
“So, like, what’s the plan exactly?”
“Okay, look, I need you to give this to Sarah,” John B handed JJ a small folded up piece of card, which JJ deduced is a note.
“Can I read it?” JJ grabbed the note, already unfolding it.
“No, you can’t read it.” The tall brunette eyed the blonde walking next to him, who had clearly began to read the piece of paper in his hand after being told not to do so.
“God, do you ever listen?”
JJ stopped in his tracks, and turns to John B. “Hold up. Are you macking Sarah Cameron?” His eyes widened in realisation.
“Would you shut up?” The bags that John B had been holding crashed to the floor with a slight thud.
“You’re macking Sarah Cameron!” he shouted, catching his friend red-handed. Yet another Cameron had managed to snake their way into their lives.
“Alright man!” John B felt defeated, knowing that there was no way out of this one. No excuse would be enough for JJ. “I was doing it for everyone, alright?”
JJ threw him a dirty look, and shook his head, not believing the words coming out of John B’s mouth. Sarah Cameron was a kook, and not just any kook.
“What?” John B asked, seeing the disappointment on JJ’s face.
“Nothing. Thanks for being a team player, bro.” JJ threw his bag onto the floor, following John B’s actions from before. Without even taking a second to think, he continued. “But that’s just fucked up, dude. That’s Y/N’s sister. Our bestfriend’s sister, and you’ve just admitted to using her? You’re in deep shit, man.” JJ grabbed a white shirt out of his bag, and tossed it on, quickly doing up the buttons. He didn’t need any unnecessary sympathy or pity from John B right now.
“Yeah, well,” The brunette stumbled off, not knowing how to excuse what he said. He did have feelings for the Cameron girl, but he couldn’t say that right now. “You know, could you just hold still?”
John B proceeded to place a floral print tie around JJ’s neck, and not trusting JJ’s capability of fancy dress, he did it up for him and made sure he looked less scruffy than before. He didn’t question his split lip or the bruises forming on the side of his face, knowing it would cause more harm than good.
JJ hated wearing anything but his classic wardrobe that consisted of a few worn out t-shirts, a few tanks, and like three pairs of shorts. In the winter, his wardrobe was exactly that, with the addition of a couple of hoodies that he was sure Y/N had currently. He thought she looked cute sporting his clothes, so he had no objections in letting her keep them.
“So I just give that to Sarah?” He asked again, breaking the silence that had fallen onto them.
“Yes, just give it to Sarah,” A loud huff escaped the brown eyed boys lips. “Hold still, JJ.”
John B ignored the statement his friend just made, searching for a comb in JJ’s bag. He couldn’t pretend he wasn’t slightly shocked when instead of a comb, he pulled out the gun the boy had previously stole from the motel.
“Are you kidding me?” Disappointment was laced into his voice.
“No, I’m not kidding you,” no emotion managed to escape JJ’s stale face.
“If you get caught with this, you’re going to jail!” JJ didn’t miss the seriousness flash through his eyes. He knew he had no choice but to leave the gun here. Not that he ever seriously thought about bringing it into the kook empire, anyway.
“Fine. But if I get ambushed, it’s on you,” JJ took off the red cap that was still sat on the top of his head, and tossed it onto the sand next to his bag.
Y/N danced with the crowd, drifting from one mutual to the next. She knew the names of all these people, and they knew hers. That wasn’t enough for her to trust them, though. She indulged in small talk with at least a dozen people, before seeing Topper standing alone at the side of the large crowd. In her half tipsy state from all of the cocktails she had drank, her feet carried her over to him, swaying to the music.
She crept up behind the boy and shook his shoulder slightly. Taking him by surprise, he jumped slightly and looked back, only to be met with a toothy grin.
“Hey Topper. Where’s Sarah?” she asked. She already knew Sarah was blowing him off, but she wanted to toy with the boy.
“I could ask you the same question. She doesn’t seem herself tonight,” he awkwardly looked at the ground. Y/N almost felt bad for the boy, but she also knew that deep down, he didn’t care. It was all a show for the kook reputation. Typical.
“She seemed fine earlier, maybe it’s you” she joked, eyes searching the crowd in front of her. Where the fuck did she actually go?
Over the population of heads wearing ridiculous hats and flower crowns, she could make out the top of Sarah’s head with the gentle daisy chain cascading down her hair, speaking to a messy-haired blonde boy. Upon closer inspection, Y/N’s heart dropped. The mop of blonde hair was JJ. Her JJ.
“Sorry, Top, but I have to go.”
With no other hesitations, she stepped away from the confused boy and flew down the stairs, and onto the main dance floor.
“Just read the note,” Y/N’s ears pick up she nears the pair. JJ winked and turned away from Sarah before she had time to reach out for him and coincidentally, her sister’s hand collided with her arm and twirled her around to face her.
“Where do you think you’re going, leaving your favourite sibling on their own?” she smirked, dragging Y/N towards the centre of commotion.
“I think Topper knows you’ve gone off him,” they both sway in each other’s hold to the gentle music, talking quietly as to not attract unwanted attention.
“He’s not wrong. Let him think what he wants, I didn’t want to come here with him. I was forced to by our loving father,” she took another cocktail from the nearest waiter, with a small mumble of thanks.
“Speaking of the devil, I’m going to see if dad’s happy with today. He always has something to complain about, so I’m very interested in what he has to say.”
Sarah spun Y/N around to the music, let go of her hand, and swerved in between the numerous guests, in search of her father. Seconds later, she saw her dancing with him. God, they looked happy.
A loud crash behind her brought her out of the serene moment, quickly turning around to see the cause of the noise. A group of people whizzed past her, running as if they were chasing someone. Recognising her brother amongst the group, she inferred that they probably were running after someone. That someone can’t have been a kook, they weren’t that dumb.
Fuck you, Maybank. I’m about to get your ass out of shit, again.
“Very Rafe of you, five on one?” Y/N turned the corner to the bathrooms to see her brother and his personal assistants holding the poor, tousled-haired blonde in a headlock, threatening to hit any second. The blonde boy, ultimately helpless at this point in time, resorted to snarky comments which didn’t help his situation.
“If you could please stop talking? It’s very disrespectful, I’m trying to hit a ball.” Rafe returned. He was about to throw a punch square at his jaw, but stopped when seeing JJ’s eyes widen in worry, glaring at the entrance to the bathroom. Rafe spun around, meeting face to face with his younger sister.
“Maybe don’t practice your awfully impressive punching skills on my friends, Rafe. Do you think Daddy will be happy to see that you’re causing a fight at Midsummers? In an empty restroom? Honestly, grow up.” Sarcasm dripped from her words, which her brother clearly didn’t approve of. Rage took over his face, his eyes practically growling at her tone.
“Shut up!” Y/N cracked a smile, proud that she managed to hit a nerve. “Father doesn’t care about what you tell him, it’s all about Princess Sarah-”
“Oh please, and you think he’ll listen to you? Listen to yourself. Dad doesn’t trust a word that comes out of your dirty mouth.”
“Fuck off Y/N. Why do you care about a dirty pogue anyway?” Rafe’s words were laced with hate. “He’s a worthless piece of shit, born on the Cut and a life destined for begging and dru-”
“You’re not one to talk,” She was very much aware of Rafe’s debt to the biggest dealer on the Cut, accidentally overhearing an argument between her and her dad the other day. “Do you always go for the defenceless ones Rafe? Or are you just too ashamed to say that you know you’re weak?”
“Y/N/N, I suggest you shut the fuck up!” he spat.
Not having the energy to argue with him, she pushed past his towering figure and stood in between him and JJ, acting as a barrier. If her words weren’t enough to anger him and make him leave, she’d do her best to stop any further physical action. She had faith in the fact that her brother wouldn’t hurt her.
Seeing nothing but red, Rafe put all his force into one singular push, that sent Y/N hurling into the wall at the side of them. Losing all of her balance, she fell to the floor, her hands clamouring for any sort of support. The force of his push winded her badly, and she suddenly found it harder to breathe. Actually, maybe the difficulty she was experiencing was caused by the intense shock she was feeling. Maybe she had spoken too soon, and he was capable of hurting his own sibling. Seeing stars, her hands reached for support from the sink to her left, and she hastily pushed herself up. Leaning back against the wall that just watched her demise, she tried to regain conscious thought.
“Your face looks really bad. You’re starting to look like your dad a lot more,” Rafe smirked, knowing about the rocky relationship JJ shared with his dad.
Spit flew at his face, leaving the Cameron boy as shocked as he just left his sister. Before he could get a throw at JJ’s struggling face, the door opened, alerting the four. Rafe quickly collected himself, dusting himself off. Whilst Kelce had let go of JJ, the boy took the opportunity to take a deep breath and turn to Y/N, a worried expression coating his face.
“Gentlemen,” The burly-looking older man shouted in. “Is there a problem here guys?”
No one spoke up, awkward glances at the floor and ceiling the only method of communication present in the room. That was, until JJ mustered up a few words.
“Pardon me officer. No there’s not an issue, I just-”
His peripheral vision spotted you in the corner of his eye, betrayal painting your face, still catching your breath steadily from the situation that took places not even twenty seconds ago.
“Actually, yes. No, there is an issue.” He quickly changed his mind, thinking of a plan to get her and himself out of here.
JJ, what the fuck are you doing?
“Uh, we got a criminal trespass in progress here. Beep, call it in right?” JJ’s hand gestured to the sounds spilling out of his mouth, signalling to the obviously confused security guy.
“JJ, shut the fuck up,” you begged behind him, gathering your strengths to push off the wall.
“Blatant disrespect for private property, yeah, I’m in violation of all kinds of shit sir. But these young gentlemen-” he grabbed the collar of Kelce’s shirt, and if Y/N didn’t know him better, she’d think that he was asking for another fight.
“Don’t touch my shit,” he threatened, the look in his eyes giving the impression that he was about to bite.
“JJ, please stop,” she pleaded. She no longer underestimated the intentions of the older boys, and wanted out as quick as possible. A dull, aching pain echoed through her ribcage, the impact of the push taking a toll on her. She knew this was nowhere as near as to what JJ had to endure most days, but she already felt dreadful, both physically and mentally.
“They caught me sir, and they were about to take me away. And that’s what you should do, escort me out of here sir, you got me,” he eyed Y/N, hoping she’d finally follow him through with his poorly thought out plan. He held his wrists out for the man, proving to him that he was serious.
With a loud huff, the man yanked JJ’s wrists and started to drag him out of the room. “Come on.”
Hesitating, Y/N began to follow her friend out of the restroom, being careful to avoid any more contact with her brother and his cronies. JJ, of course, had other plans.
“All right, fix that tie, son,” he teased the group, clearly not knowing when to stop.
“You’re lookin’ spiffy too. You powerpuff girls have fun,” he yelped, further aggravating them.
“Tell Kiara she looks pretty hot for a pogue,” Rafe had the audacity to smirk, knowing this would not only trigger JJ but Y/N more so.
She had no time to think before she turned on her heel, and the palm of her hand met the side of his face, wiping the smirk off. The sound of skin on skin ricocheted off the walls. If these walls could talk, they’d retell the sheer pride radiating off of Y/N body. Sure, the slap stung, but knowing she just took him by surprise and left him completely astounded, left her more pleased than ever. She was also happy that she stood up for her friend, because no girl should ever be spoken about in that way. He’ll get what he deserves, one day.
She whizzed back around, and ran down the hall to catch up with the security guard and JJ. Adrenaline rushed through her body and veins, not believing she had just done that. Did it always feel this good? She was in no way a violent person, but that slap made her feel the proudest she had ever felt.
“Look man, I can walk myself. I got legs, you see that brother?”
“Come on,” the man grumbled, tired of putting up with stubborn teenagers for one night.
“I really appreciate what you did back there, let me just walk out by myself,” he desperately tried to tug himself out of the man’s grip, but his hold was strong.
Catching up to the man and his prisoner, she put a careful hand on JJ’s arm. “Shut up, I beg you. You’re attracting unwanted attention,” she glanced around, many faces already glaring back at her.
“Mr Dunleavy, I see you got your drink. Good, that’s really nice of you.” he ignored the girl, and freed one of his hands to take a hold of the glass full of an unknown alcoholic beverage. “I’m actually gonna down that.”
He lifted the glass to his lips, and let the burning liquid flow down his throat. JJ placed the glass back down, now attempting to free his other hand.
“What the hell is the matter with him?” Mr Dunleavy, she assumed, had said. If she had just gotten her drink stolen by a young boy that she had thought was the bartender, she wouldn’t have been happy either. Suddenly very aware of all the eyes on her and the boy next to her, Y/N decided it was best to take matters into her own hands. The looks of judgement were making her very uncomfortable.
“Sir? Sir? I got him, but thanks,” she said to security, trying to grasp JJ’s wrists into her own much smaller hands.
“Are you sure miss Cameron?” He questioned, not yet letting go of the boy.
“He’s my friend, sir, I’m sure I can handle him,” she assured him, offering a wide grin.
“Miss Cameron, I really don’t think-”
“I’m a member of this club, am I not? Let me take him,” he finally let go of JJ, which let Y/N grab him by the arm and very reluctantly drag him over to the side of the patio, where less people could nosily listen in to the scolding he was about to receive from her.
Once she was sure that they were in a secluded place, free from spying ears, she spoke up. “JJ, what the fuck?” Her hands tugged his shoulders to make him face her. He didn’t want to meet her eye, scared to see shame in her eyes. Although he was intoxicated, he wasn’t ready to see the look of pity, embarrassment, shame or whatever other looks he usually received when fucking up.
Knowing he had no other choice, he rotated himself to be level with her. Immediately seeing her eyes widen with shock, he twisted back around. She didn’t get a chance to get a good look at his face previously, but now she could see all the bruises decorating his face, the grotesque blues and purples contrasting with his tanned skin tone.
“Did my brother do that?” She mumbled, reaching a hand up to place on his cheek. He hesitantly leaned into her gentle touch, shaking his head slightly, almost unnoticeably.
“Was it your dad?” she whispered, anticipating his answer. She already suspected the truth, she just needed to hear it from him.
“Nothing new, Y/N/N. Just a few jabs really, I’m okay.” he tried to reassure her, but his glistening eyes gave him away. He hated that he couldn’t hide his feelings from her, and that she always knew when there was more to what he was letting on.
“JJ, please. Let me help you,” she placed her free hand on his other cheek, bringing his gaze to her eyes rather than the floor. He adores how loving her touches felt on his skin, something he craved at all given times. Ironic that his love language was touch, when the only kind of touch he received throughout most of his life was with violent intentions, never caring. He refused to believe that she would ever feel for him the way her actions seemed to show, but how he wished she would.
“Nothing to see here, angel. Come on, let’s leave kook central and get absolutely hammered,” he urged, tugging her smooth hands off of his face.
“You can’t always drink or smoke away your feelings, J.” It hurt her that he wouldn’t accept her help, but this was JJ. He’d only accept help as a last resort.
“Lighten up Y/N! If I kiss you, will you shut up and let us go?”
His expression told her that even he was shocked at the words that had just left his mouth, but quickly replaced the look of surprise with a cocky smirk.
Now Y/N on the other hand, had started to panic. She opened her mouth to talk, but no words were forming on her tongue, not trusting her voice. He had to be joking, right? He looked pretty composed at what he had just said, yet she looked like a mess. Her hands felt clammy, her heartbeat picked up a rate of a thousand miles a minute, and her mind was struggling to make a coherent thought.
Noticing the change in atmosphere, JJ’s smirk disappeared as he picked up on your uncomfortableness. He took a step backwards, almost tripping over in his intoxicated state, and thought of what to say to excuse his prior words.
“Or we can just go and find the others. I’m sure they’ll be delighted to-”
“You’re so drunk, god,” she said in slight annoyance. She didn’t take what he said lightly, and he thinks they can just move on from it suddenly?
“So what?” he retaliates.
“It makes you say stupid shit, Maybank. Your statement is a prime example,” she mentally face palms. She was still slightly shaken from the tornado of emotions surrounding her, but she could finally speak.
“Can’t deny the truth when it’s right in front of you,” he mumbled, his voice not much louder than a whisper. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and she wasn’t even sure if he knew who he was speaking to.
“Shut up J. Let’s get you some water, you need to sober up. Seriously,” Y/N spun around, attempting to flee the awkwardness before it got any worse. JJ’s mind was clouded with all the emotions he had kept buried for years, that were now conveniently coming to the surface due to the amount of liquid luck in his system. In his new found confidence, he rushed to step in front of the girl who was already leaving him behind.
They both halted in their tracks and her eyes met his, the shadow casted by the trees in front of them covering most of her flushed skin. They did not however, hide the deep adoration in her eyes when looking directly at him. He put one rough yet gentle finger under her chin, to lift her head level with his. He slowly neared his face to hers and she was enveloped by his sweet, homely scent, slightly dimmed by the smell of expensive liquor. He knew that if this was to happen, it could potentially ruin the entire friendship in one go. He didn’t care, he needed to feel her lips on his; a distraction, if you will, from the shit reality they were living in. He’d wondered what her kisses felt like for years now, and in this moment all he wanted to do was find the answer to the burning question.
Her eyes fluttered shut when his nose brushed her cheek, and his lips teasingly swept past hers for mere seconds. Before he could take it any further, Y/N pulled herself away from him, alarm written across her structures. She gathered the hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, the reality of the predicament they found themselves in dawning in on her.
“You’re still drunk, JJ. Whatever that was, it can’t happen.” She swiped any evidence of any emotion off of her face with the back of her hand, focusing on not letting anything escalate more than it already had done.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t want it to happen, Y/N/N.”
“JJ, you’re not thinking straight! You won’t even remember this tomorrow! I’m not being one of your mistakes,” she finishes, exhausted. She looks down at her hands, fiddling with the rings on her fingers. She ran her hands through her hair in frustration.
“I’m sober enough to know that the way I feel for you isn’t the way a friend feels for a friend.”
“Listen to your self!” Y/N whisper-shouts, using the same line she used to shut Rafe up earlier that night. “You’re confessing to the wrong girl. I’m not Kie, she’s still at Midsummers.”
“K-Kie-what?” the blonde states, confusion etched into his features. “I don’t like Kie like that! I don’t want to mack on Kie, where has that even come from? Are you listening to yourself?”
The girl stays silent, feeling stupid for assuming something when she didn’t know the truth. But all the flirting? The comments? The way he looked at her? She couldn’t compare.
“The way you make me feel couldn’t compare to anyone,” he says, and for a moment Y/N thought he could read minds. “You make me feel safe. You make me feel as if I have a purpose on this god forsaken island. You’ve seen the worst of me and didn’t leave like everyone else did in my life. I don’t want to do this shit without you, Y/N. If you don’t feel the same way, that’s completely fine, just ignore everything I just said. I don’t know why you haven’t left yet after everything you’ve seen, but I can’t afford to lose you over my own stupid feelings.”
He was met with a pleading silence, and the look of regret that overtook his frowning face made Y/N’s heart shatter. His head nodded in acceptance, his lips reduced to a thin line, and his eyes held back tears that threatened to spill. He swallowed them back.
“I guess I have my answer.”
She seized his face in her trembling hands and brought her lips to his in a hasty kiss. He didn’t respond straight away, but when he did he poured all of the emotion and love he had been holding back for quite some time, as she did the same. No boy had ever kissed her like he did, like the only thing that mattered was her. Heat rose to both of their cheeks as one tongue swept past the other in perfect motion.
The kiss was everything they needed: it consisted of their words, passion and determination. Even after pulling apart to take a look at each others’ faces, her lip balm lingered on his lips, a constant reminder of her. His eyes bore into hers, searching for acceptance, anything to indicate that she did not feel any regret towards what had just happened. The sheepish smile she sported gave her away. He held her gaze, as he tenderly brushed a few stray hairs away from her face.
He wanted to stay in this moment forever, as did she. Just him and her, no worries, insecurities or problems to chase them away from each other.
Y/N was content with how the night had turned out. Maybe Midsummers itself was a disaster, but this made up for it in every possible way. Breaking the news to her dad and the rest of the pogues about her and JJ was an issue that could be dealt with another day. Not tonight. Tonight was about her & JJ.
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