Summary: Studying isn’t in JJ’s nature and neither is sitting still, but he’ll do both for (Y/N). 18+ Only.
Warnings: Cockwarming, mentions of failing a class/summer school, description of untreated ADHD, unprotected sex
Author’s Note: I know I usually only write for Topper, but this just popped into my brain and took root. I was thinking of expanding my writing to other characters anyway and figured it was a sign that I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Enjoy!!!
summary: you go camping with the pogues and share a tent with JJ
warnings: language, kinda creepy forest idk, kissing, fluff and bantering
wc: 2.3k (longest fic i've ever written hell ye)
gif is not mine, creds to the owner!!
“Are you sure you’re okay sharing a tent with JJ?” Kie asked as she handed her bags to Pope who placed them neatly in the back of the van.
You all had collectively made plans to go camping for the weekend although you didn’t really enjoy it. But you had decided to cast your dislike for camping aside and at least try to have fun instead. You and JJ were the only people in the group that we're not dating anyone. John B and Sarah were sharing one and so were Kie and Pope. So you were left with the blonde tan surfer who was too cocky for his own good.
“Why wouldn’t she be? I’m amazing. I’ll even sing you a lullaby, Y/N.” JJ shouted from the front seat. He had called shotgun before Sarah could so now the girl couldn’t sit next to her boyfriend and she was definitely pissed.
“On second thought, no. I think I’ll pass. I’m sure I can find a nice tree to sleep under,” you joked as you handed your stuff to Pope as well and then climbed into John B’s van, sitting next to Sarah who was shooting angry glances at JJ.
“No to sharing a tent with me or the lullaby? You gotta choose.”
“Please, for the love of God, shut up.”
“Someone’s mad,” he mumbled but not so quietly.
“Yeah, dipshit, she’s not the only one,” Sarah chimed in.
Soon everything was packed and ready to go. John B turned on the car and drove in the direction of the campsite you had chosen. It was away from the town, quite private and perfect for a few teens to have fun and let loose.
Once you arrived, John B and JJ started gathering wood to make a fire and the rest of you started setting up the tents and everything you needed for sleeping.
“Okay but seriously if JJ starts to get too annoying you can always come and join us in our tent.”
“He’s always too annoying.”
“I heard that!” JJ yelled from somewhere in the woods making you roll your eyes but chuckle.
You actually didn’t mind sharing a tent with him. And the reason was quite simple really. You liked him, had a crush on him or whatever you want to call it.
You finally acknowledged your feelings for him a couple of years ago when he came back from surfing camp and you realised just how much you had missed him. Plus he had gotten a lot taller over the summer which made you swoon even harder.
But you had known him since literally forever. You couldn't remember a time when he wasn’t in your life. He had always been there. Always supporting you, always cheering you on. If you looked up the definition of “Y/N’s best friend” on the internet pictures of JJ would show up. You were thick as thieves. Partners in crime. The bickering and annoying was your love language, your way of telling each other you cared.
“But don’t worry, I’ll manage. I’ll make sure he smokes a lot so he'll fall asleep as soon as he lays down.”
Your friends laughed and continued the task at hand.
“I think a deadly bug just bit me!” JJ yelled as he ran over to you, dropping all of the gathered wood in the process. John B sighed in the distance as he started picking up after him.
“Show me.” You held out your hand and he placed his in yours, vaguely pointing at the bite. He had his head turned away, not looking at the bite himself.
“How bad is it? How long do I have left? I love you guys.”
“JJ, that’s a mosquito bite.”
He whipped his head around, finally looking at the bite and then you. Everyone laughed at him.
“So I’m not gonna die?”
You shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. Only time will tell.”
He gave you a look. “You think you’re so funny, huh?”
You giggled. “I do.”
He rolled his eyes and walked over to where John B had started setting up the fireplace while JJ was being dramatic over a mosquito bite. How had this boy made it so far in life was a thing you wondered a lot about.
Finally the tents were set up and everything was ready for the night. Everyone sat around the cozy fire, drinks in hand.
The sky was getting darker by the minute and due to the sun setting the temperature was dropping as well. You didn’t even notice how cold it had gotten until Sarah offered to bring everyone blankets from the van.
“It’s okay, I think we’re gonna go to sleep anyways,” Kie said, Pope nodding in agreement.
Sarah then looked at her boyfriend, you and JJ, eyebrows raised in question.
“I’m good, I’ve got Y/N keeping me warm.” JJ leaned closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder. You ignored the way your heart jumped and pushed him away gently.
“He’s just too embarrassed to say that he wants a blanket. I’ll take one though.”
“If by embarrassed you mean that I’m so hot I don’t even need a blanket then you’re absolutely right.”
“Bring him one,” you said to Sarah who then went to retrieve the said blankets for the 4 of you.
“I don’t want one though.”
“You need one.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Can you guys stop whatever this is and shut up for just a minute?” John B interrupted. “I’m so tired of you two.”
“He’s cranky,” JJ said under his breath for only the two of you to hear. It made you giggle and due to that John B gave you a warning glare.
“Okay, here are your blankets.” Sarah handed you yours but threw JJ’s into his face.
“Hey! What was that for?”
“For annoying the shit out of us.” She sat next to John be and he helped her wrap a blanket around the both of them.
JJ gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “How dare you!? Y/N tell me she’s lying.”
“I have to agree with her on this one. You are kind of annoying.”
“I can’t believe this. My own friends hurting me like this.”
You shoved a stick and a marshmallow into his hands. “Stop being dramatic and roast this marshmallow for me, please.”
“And now I’m your slave. You’re unbelievable,” he said but still put the marshmallow on the stick and started roasting it for you.
“Your hands are longer than mine. Plus why should I do it when you can do it for me.”
Sarah agreed. “She makes a fair point.”
JJ handed you your marshmallow which was roasted just how you liked it. But before you could take a bite he leaned over and bit half of the marshmallow off the stick.
You looked at him in disbelief. “Hey!”
He smiled at you sheepishly, mouth full of the candy and lips covered with it. “That’s what you get for bullying me.”
“I hate you so much right now.”
He munched on the candy but you could still see the smirk on his face. “You love me.”
“You ate half of my marshmallow, I’ve never hated you more.”
In the corner of your eye you saw Sarah whisper something in John B’s ear and then they stood up, blanket still tightly wrapped around them.
“We’re going to our tent as well. Good night!”
“Good night!”
“I can’t believe these idiots are all going to sleep so early. Relationships turn you into old people, I guess.”
“It’s almost midnight, JJ.”
“So? That should be like 6 pm for us.”
You fell into comfortable silence as you roasted some more marshmallows on the dying fire which would soon turn into a smoking pile of ashes.
Suddenly you heard a noise in the woods. It was like a stick had snapped in half. It startled you to say the least. Your head snapped in the direction of where you thought you heard the sound coming from.
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“That sound.”
“What sound?”
You slapped your hand over his mouth as another snap came from somewhere. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to come in the first place,” you whispered.
He licked the inside of your hand which made you pull it away from his mouth in disgust. “Ew, JJ.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean like spending the night in the woods. It’s scary as hell. Someone’s out there right now, just looking at us, taunting us. It could be a murderer or some creep, you know.”
“Or a squirrel.”
“Or a bear.”
“Or a rat.”
“I don’t honestly know which would be worse right now.”
“Rat, obviously. Those little shits ruin everything. But seriously, it’s probably nothing. Just the forest doing its own thing.” JJ said and placed his warm hand on your blanket-covered thigh. It was supposed to be a comforting gesture but you couldn’t help but wonder if it could mean something more.
“I don’t wanna be out here and find out what that thing is though.”
As hard as it was, you stood up, his hand falling from your thigh back to his own lap, and pulled the blanket around yourself as tight as possible. You got chills from the slight fear you had but also the cold that was crawling under your skin making you shiver.
JJ threw some water into the fire pit to make sure the fire had completely died out. He then stood up too and followed you to your shared tent where you were already waiting for him.
“Hurry up. I don’t wanna be out here any longer.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, trust me. The scariest thing here is that ugly t-shirt you’re wearing.”
He zipped open the tent and let you enter it first but followed you close behind, careful not to let any bugs in.
“What’s wrong with my shirt?” you furrowed your brows in confusion.
“It’s ugly.”
“Fine, if it’s bothering you too much, I’ll take it off.” You grabbed the end of your shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing the bikini top you were wearing underneath.
You couldn’t see much in the dark tent but just enough to see JJ’s eyes linger on your figure a second too long.
He cleared his throat before he asked if you wouldn’t be too cold now.
“I have all these blankets,” you pointed at the pile next to you, “I think I’ll be fine.”
You were in fact not fine as the time passed. It had gotten so cold that you couldn’t feel your fingers or your toes anymore. And you were pretty sure that your lips had turned blue.
“I can hear your teeth clattering all the way to here.”
“Why aren’t you asleep already?”
“How am I supposed to fall asleep in a tent with a fuking woodchuck?”
“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just call me a woodchuck and try to get some sleep.”
You turned your back to him and curled yourself into a little ball to keep warm as much as possible.
A few minutes later you felt the pile of blankets on top of you lift and then JJ joining you under them.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping you warm. I do not want to be taking care of you when you get sick.” You turned around under the blankets to face him. He pulled you closer to him. Your feet automatically intertwining with his.
“Jesus, woman! Your toes are cold as ice.”
You giggled at his reaction. “You should feel my hands.”
And so he did. “How the fuck are you this cold?”
“I don’t know.”
You snuggled closer even closer to him, inhaling his scent. “You smell good.” You didn’t even mean to say it but it just slipped out before you could stop yourself.
“And you were worried about there being creeps in the woods while the biggest creep of them all is right here beside me.”
“It’s not creepy, JJ.”
“Says the creep herself.”
You smacked his bare chest lightly as you chuckled.
“Please, keep those ice cubes away from me, Elsa,” he said, which made you place both of your hands flat onto his chest. He hissed at the contact of your cold hands.
“Why do you enjoy torturing me?”
“It’s fun.”
“I think you just enjoy torturing people in general.”
“Nope, just you.” Your voice got just a tiny bit quieter but he could tell. He could always see the slightest changes in your behaviour and appearance.
And he was slowly piecing everything together.
“Okay then, we’ll see if you enjoy this.” He hoped to God he was right about this.
You were about to ask him what he meant but you were cut off by his lips crashing into yours. You were caught off-guard for a second because, well, he kissed you. JJ Maybank kissed you. You had been waiting for this for so long that your brain just short-circuited. But luckily you composed yourself quickly and kissed him back.
Your hands flew into his hair and you pulled him flush against you, chest to chest. There was no room left between you two.
You had imagined about this many times before but none of the fantasies were as good as the real deal. He was kissing you with so much passion and emotion that there was no way that he thought of you as just his best friend. You were sure of it.
When you finally broke the kiss so you could breathe again, he rested his forehead against yours. A small gesture but it made your heart skip a beat.
Wow I’ve been receiving so much love on my written works ever since the second season came out and I can’t thank you enough!! I know I’ve been MIA and haven’t shared much about OBX 2 BUT I PROMISE IM COMING BACK TO WRITE MORE AND TALK MORE WITH EVERYONE
a/n: part two of Okay !! i just felt this fic needed a happy ending, so i delivered hehe. Here’s my pervious thoughts behind this fic, as well as part one.
In which it’s been two years since your breakup with Rafe Cameron. With everything that happened in the past, memories resurface along with feelings. The power of overcoming the things that seemed impossible, most importantly, doing it together.
flashback is in bold italics
warning: tension, romance, mention of drug abuse
inspired by: easily by bruno major
(recommend listening while reading)
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“Are you saying you want to breakup?”
“Yeah Rafe, it’s over.”
“Okay.”
It’s like a broken record playing over and over in your mind. It’s been a long, and painful two years since you ended things with Rafe. But you’ve healed. You had finally started living a life for yourself, growing and finding self-love. You heard from his little sister, Sarah, that he went to rehab. He’s been sober for over a year. You miss him. Your mind, body and soul longed for him. But for his sake and your own you didn’t dare to search for him while he was in recovery.
The summer was finally ending. The nights have grown colder, and the vibrant parties have died down. You were just waiting to go back to College. Summer breaks just don’t feel as enjoyable anymore. You spent the majority of it with your family and at home. The kooks would invite you to the house parties, but you weren’t interested.
You had a warm and deep feeling at the pit of your stomach. Maybe it’s the thought of him or the nostalgia of being home. It just won’t leave you. For some reason, today is harder to keep him out of your mind. No matter how much you try to forget him, you simply can’t. The warmth that laid comfortably, starts to become uncomfortable as time goes by.
A light knock comes from the other side of your bedroom door. “Come in.” You sit up against your bed frame.
“Hey.” A faint voice appears. Your heart drops at the sight of Rafe standing in the middle of your bedroom.
His presence alone sets you on fire. A rush of emotions overflows your body. You immediately stand up, shocked that he’s standing in front of you.
“Rafe, I-I.” You’re at a loss of words. You imagined this moment millions of times, but you didn’t think it would be so soon.
“y/n, I’m sorry for coming unannounced. Your folks let me in. I just needed to see you before you left for school.” He nervously scratches the back of his neck and awkwardly stands still. His eyes are focused everywhere else, but won’t meet with yours.
“Yeah, it’s no problem.” You can’t help but stare at him. He looks beautiful, almost ethereal. You notice a sense of sadness that shadows his face. It’s the same sadness you see when you look at the mirror.
“So,” you both speak. He lets out a giggle. His lips spread thin and the dimple you missed so much appears. His laughter alone spikes the seratonin you’ve been missing.
“I heard you’re doing well. I know I should’ve called.” You talk first. Your fingers fidget and then they point at him to take a seat on your bed.
He nods and does so, “yeah I got cleaned up. You didn’t have to call. I think it would’ve been harder for me if you did.” He places the palm of his hand on his face, and nervously bites his lip.
“Well you look good.” You respond honestly. The bags he once had underneath his eyes, are gone. He doesn’t look shaken up or disturbed. His embodiment brings a sense of peace and tranquility to the atmosphere.
“You look beautiful,” he faintly says. Your eyes meet with his. The pounding of your heart increases, and have now become audible in your head.
“There hasn’t been a moment where I stopped thinking about you or wondering how you are, and if you’re doing okay. Recovery was hard, but getting you out of my mind was harder.” He confesses. His stare won’t leave from yours.
Tears leave your eyes without permission. You couldn’t believe the words that left his mouth. Memories flood in, along with buried feelings.
“Rafe, when I told you I loved you and that I’ll never stop. I meant it.” Your legs become weak, so you take a seat next to him. You raise your hand to lightly graze his cheek with your fingers. You touch him delicately afraid that any more pressure, he’ll crumble underneath. He grabs your hand and leans into it more. He shuts his eyes in relief, resting in your affection.
“I love you, y/n. I know we had good thing going before I messed it up. Just because it hasn’t come easily, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try this again.” His voice is so soft, like a lullaby.
Your other hand entangles with his hair, “it might not have always been the fairytale I imagined, but Rafe, I-”
“Don’t you tell me it wasn’t meant to be. That you and I are meant to be. I know you called it quits, and you had every right to do so. But I’m not allowing us to fail, not again.” He holds onto your hand and places a kiss on its backside.
Your stomach flips and turns. You never want this feeling to stop. It feels right this time, “call it destiny or whatever you want. But I love you, and I’m sorry for the pain I caused you.” He adds, then continues to kiss your hand again. He starts to trail up your arm, each one bringing a shiver down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. You couldn’t believe that another human being can make you feel such a way.
Rafe pauses when his lips have reached the corner of your mouth. You pull his body closer to you, the one your own desperately craved. He’s hesitant at first, but all at once was hungry for your taste. You kiss him, like never before. You didn’t know you were touch-starved, until you’ve been fed. His hands trailed your back like a map. Each kiss deepening further as time went by.
“I missed you so much.” You breathe out between each kiss. Rafe stands up slowly without letting go of your lips. You follow along with him. His hands fall to your bottom and then picks you up and you quickly wrap your legs around his torso. He lowers you carefully on the bed and quickly breaks away from your embrace.
Your thighs have his lower half trapped between them. You haven’t felt this kind of rush in a long time. He pulls his shirt over his head and then watches you breathe heavily. His eyes have an angelic shine to them. You rest on your elbows while you look at him. Rafe stands still, almost stuck in a trance. You blink slowly trying to absorb all that is happening. It’s as if you are both saturating in each others presence.
He then lowers himself onto you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. You lean your head back, allowing him full access to your neck. His breaths against your skin alone drives you crazy, but then he begins to leave love marks all across and you melt.
“I love you.” You hear him say through his kisses.
You bring your head up to face him, “I love you too.” Those words that were once tainted, now leave your mouth with a taste of sweet candy.
“Yes,” you say abruptly. You probably should’ve provided him further context, but you knew he understood what you meant. You want all of him, you need him. No one can make you feel the way you do when you’re with him.
“Are you saying you want to try this again?” His tone is hopeful, and filled with joy.
The sadness that shadowed the features of both your faces have now washed away.
“Yeah Rafe, let’s do it.”
You can’t help but giggle and blush. He rushes to kiss you again, even hungrier than before.
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