synopsis: the summer after graduating highschool was the dream. after years of tedious hours at school and of nonsensical drama, you are finally an adult, but most importantly? free. or so you thought.
after a tragic incident the night of midsummers, the four of you decided to never, ever speak of it again. everything was going to be okay because only those present that night knew the truth, right?
pairing: exbf!jj x exgf!reader (2nd chance?); rafe x reader (friends to lovers??) LOVE TRIANGLE, YEARNING!!!! who cheered? I DID
cw: violence, murder, love triangle, trauma, ANGST, idk what else to put lol but you get the idea
having sex with your ex boyfriend jj maybank isn’t for the weak, not when you make it so difficult for things to be normal.
you’re on your back, in the most intimate of positions, legs over his shoulders, face twisted and glossy walls squeezing him tight. you’re all teary eyed, but you always got that way during sex when you were together. he doesn’t notice anything might be wrong until he hears you sniffle and you run two hands through his hair.
he stops his thrusting, panting above you and holding himself up on strong arms. “you good? what’s up?” he breathes and you bite down on your bottom lip, the way you do when you overthink.
“have you fucked anyone else since we broke up?”
you weren’t unaware of the way jj was before he met you. he got around, and you expected him to go back to the way he was after you broke up. he huffs an awkward laugh through his teeth when you ask the question, dropping his head to avoid your eyes. it wasn’t a no, then.
“why you askin’ that kinda thing, c’mon babe.” his slightly southern drawl is charming enough to almost make you drop the whole thing, especially when he busies himself with repositioning you now he knows it’s nothing serious that’s wrong with you, wide hands scooping beneath your ass to handle you closer to him as he begins to build his pace in thrusts again.
you groan, eyes fluttering when he hits a new spot, briefly blanking out on your conversation. but when he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, you remember, and you’re hit with the emotion all over again.
“did— did you look at her?”
“wh— huh?” he squints, catching his breath as he tunes into your questioning again.
“did you look her in the eyes when you fucked her jayj?” you mewl, clearly deeply upset. he squeezes his eyes shut, straight up ignoring you to speed up his thrusts, working towards the finish line. “jj!” you cry out at the lack of answer.
“no, okay— shit! can you stop bombardin’ me with questions?” he fucks you a little harder now, the bed starting to creak and slam repeatedly into the wall.
“did you tell her to move her hand? did— did she moan when — when you pushed it back in after it slipped… slipped out—” his dick feels good but your emotions get the better of you, staring up at him begging for the eye contact. he licks his lips, adjusting where he rests his weight so he could stuff two fingers into your mouth, palm resting on your chin as his digits lay heavy on your tongue.
“how ‘bout no more questions.” he mutters, sitting up a little so that his one free hand could slither down and abuse your clit until you were creaming around his base, crying and pleading incoherently. he didn’t know where your pleasure ended and where your hurt began, but he couldn’t think straight — continuing to beat your pussy until he was releasing himself.
he makes the skin of your neck all warm and tepid as he pants into it afterwards, recovering.
“haven’t fucked anyone. not since you. that what you want? god damn.” he hisses breathlessly against you and you melt into the bed, tension expelled from your body just like that.
synopsis: the summer after graduating highschool was the dream. after years of tedious hours at school and of nonsensical drama, you are finally an adult, but most importantly? free. or so you thought. after a tragic incident the night of midsummers, the four of you decided to never, ever speak of it again. everything was going to be okay because only those present that night knew the truth, right?
pairing: exbf!jj x kook!reader; rafe x kook!reader
cw: guys, it’s a slasher story so gore comes without saying. if you’re not comfortable with that then don’t read, i totally understand.
a/n: this is shit, i’m sorry. i know it’s a bit long but it’s only because i don’t think i could have made it as clear as possible as to what happened the summer before the story unfolds. i don’t think there will be as much writing as in this one because in a situation like this you wouldn’t use your phone, honestly.
*english isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes. not proofread.
prologue:
midsummers soirée, june 21, 2024.
you saw a flash of car lights coming up to where you and jj were standing hand in hand. the gravel crunched under the tires of topper's porsche, sarah rolling the window down with a smile.
"c'mon! we have to get out before my dad sees me leaving," urgency flooded her tone, her frantic waves adding to her worry.
you rolled your eyes but pulled jj alongside you, quickly climbing into the car and settling in the dark interior that smelled of leather, mint, and expensive cologne.
"about time," topper quickly pressed on the accelerator, causing your boyfriend to crash into you as the car jerked forward.
"hey!" you complained but jj didn't move, intead tugged you to his side in a firm embrace with a chuckle. you sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. he moved his thumb on your arm with a soothing rhythm before pressing his lips against the top of your head. you tilted your head up, meeting his gaze with a small smile.
"hi." he muttered. his eyes glowed under the faint light of the car radio. jj lifted his right hand and traced your cheek with a feather light touch. your heart thumped faster, the butterflies in your stomach colliding against one another.
"hi." your eyes fell to his lips that looked incredibly kissable at the moment but when he leaned in topper turned on the radio, the weeknd blaring through the speakers, causing you to jump and break apart.
"topper!" you chastised, "are you deaf?"
topper met your gaze through the rearview mirror, and put his hand around his ear with a "huh?" you glared and flipped him off causing sarah to chuckle at the interaction. she leaned forward a bit and lowered the volume.
you threw her an appreciative look, "thanks sar." she blew you a kiss before turning off the ac and lowering the windows of the car to lean backwards out the window.
"sarah!" topper yelled. "be careful!" he reached for her but she pushed his hand away and yelled over the music and wind "i'm fine! just keep driving."
sarah called over to you, "can you take a picture of me? i want to post it on instagram."
you nodded, untangling yourself from jj causing him to grunt annoyed. you ignored him and lowered your window to lean out as well.
you quickly took sarah's picture, which turned out like it was pulled straight out of a magazine. but then again she was a model so, no surprise there. you couldn't help but feel a small pang of envy. you knew you were pretty but that didn't stop you from feeling a little insecure around sarah cameron. after all, she was the kook princess, daughter of the kook king, ward cameron.
you quickly pushed the thought away because sarah was your best friend, hell, she was your sister in the ways that mattered. guilt flooded your stomach but the butterflies burned away the feeling as soon as jj pulled you onto his lap and began pressing kisses all over your face, your giggles drowned by the music.
"jj! stop, it tickles," your efforts to push him off were weak, and he knew that.
"omg jj, leave her alone. i can't with her annoying voice," topper stated. jj opened his mouth to tell him off but he didn't need to.
you smacked the back of topper's head, "ow!"
"shut the fuck up, topper." you rolled your eyes with a huff as you accomodated back into your seat. "envy doesn't suit you."
he flipped you off and your voices raised over the music, chaos erupting in the car. all your bitter sentiments towards each other brimming to the surface. the road ahead was dark, the waves crashing down below the cliff at your right blocked looming as a dark omen.
insults started spewing between you and topper, sarah and jj trying to control the situation without success.
topper turned towards you in his seat, taking his eyes off the road.
"my god, you never shut the fuck up. i cannot stand you, all you ever do is complain! you're such a spoiled brat!"
"oh, i complain? last time i heard, you are the one that can't stop whining because your girlfriend won't have sex with you." shit. you realized the mistake you had just made but it was too late. the damage was done.
the boy's face contorted with shame that quickly turned into rage, "listen here you little—"
"WATCH OUT" sarah shrieked causing topper to face the road and swerve to the right before slamming the brakes, causing you to fly across the seat and slam your head against the windshield.
sarah screamed your name and jj quickly grabbed you by the waist, pulling you to the back with him. your vision was blurry with tears from the pain beating your head.
"hey, hey, look at me," jj's voice was shaking with fear and something else you couldn't quite point out. he inspected your forehead, causing you to wince as his fingertips brushed the hair out of your forehead.
you touched your forehead where it hurt most, your fingers meeting a warm, wet substance. your fingers were coated with it. red. blood.
you were dizzy but the pain subsided as the adrenaline pumped through your veins. you turned to your friends, only to be met with two expressions of horror. they weren't looking at you, though. their stares were directed to the body sprawled on the pavement. their legs were contorted in an unnatural position.
"no. no no no no." you shook your head frantically.
this can't be. i'm imagining it.
you reached for the door handle and opened the door, tripping on your dress as you got out, causing you to fall onto the road on your hands and knees.
"y/n!" jj quickly got out after you and helped you up, before turning to the gruesome sight in front of you.
topper was still sitting with a hollow expression, while sarah was crying silently. you stumbled towards the body in fear, because they couldn't possibly be dead. this only happened in movies and horror stories. not in real life. they were just badly injured. yes. exactly. everything was ok.
you heard your name being called behind you but you ignored them as you kneeled beside the body. the man. it was a human being laying on the pavement.
get your shit together.
you saw shoes to your side and you looked up to see jj breathing heavily and topper came up beside him a beat later.
sarah was getting out of the car, her dress tangling with her legs causing her to stumble over to you.
"i-is he?" she didn't finish the sentence but we all understood.
he wasn't breathing, that much you realized. yet you couldn't bring yourself to find a pulse, because as long as you didn't, you could convince yourself he was still alive.
"check for a pulse." topper looked at you with a frown.
"why me? you're the one that hit him." his nostrils flared at your comment and he came up to your side, grabbing your hair to push your face against the corpse man.
"hey!" jj grabbed topper and peeled him off of you, causing him to fall to the ground with a groan. "touch her again and i will kill you."
jj stood above him with a murderous expression before kicking topper on the leg and turning back to you. his expression softened, "i'll check, alright?" you nodded as you stood up and hugged sarah, who had since stopped crying but still looked extremely and utterly terrified.
your boyfriend looked queasy but he pushed through, pressing his fingers to the man's neck. he froze.
he muttered something that you couldn't quite make out but he then repeated it louder.
"he's dead." his gaze turned empty and he quickly got up, stepping as far away from the body as possible.
sarah began crying all over again and you felt yourself begin to hyperventilate at the thought of you being the cause another human being had died.
"we have to call the police, maybe they can still do something."
"are you insane? they'll never believe us!"
you turned to topper with a glare, "believe what? that your ego got so wounded you took your eyes off the road and killed someone?!"
he pointed at you, "shut the fuck up! this is all your fault too. if you hadn't hit me, we wouldn't be here in the first place!"
"if you weren't such an asshole, you wouldn't have said the things you said!"
"ENOUGH!" you all turned to sarah, never having heard her so mad.
"we have to call the police," she said with a surprisingly calm expression. a stark contrast to her state a few moments ago.
"no, we can't." this time it didn't come from your best friend's asshole of a boyfriend. instead, those words came out of yours.
"what?" disbelief colored your tone. "jj. you can't be serious. if we don't call the police we will get in a lot of trouble."
"if we do, we will get in a lot of trouble." jj stepped towards you with his hands up, as if approaching a wild animal.
"you guys could probably make it out fine, but i can't. i'm a pogue. i don't have the money nor the connections you guys have. even if by some miracle we made it out unscathed, everyone on the island would know." your mouth hung open in shock, no words coming out.
"he's right. my dad is gonna be pissed enough as it is. my car is ruined, you know how much a panamera costs? i haven’t even had it for a year!” topper starts pacing and running his hands through his hair, a crazed look taking over. “this is gonna cost me a fortune to fix. and i could get kicked out of duke. i have too much to lose.”
ice ran through your veins, you stared in silence at your friends. you slowly began to step back before you hightailed it towards the car. you only made it a few steps because of your stupid heels, causing topper and jj to reach you in no time. the latter grabbed you from behind and covered your mouth with his hand before carrying you back to where sarah was still standing.
jj put you down but held you firmly as he turned you to face him. you didn’t recognize him, the boy you loved was gone. something else took over his form, something you had seen only once before in another life. maybe you could bring him back.
“jj, please. you weren’t driving, i can get you out. it was an accident!” your words fell on deaf ears, but you still hoped that it was just the initial fear.
“baby, they’ll never believe that. they would pin it on me no matter who takes the fall. i-i can’t have this on my record. you know that. please, baby. i could end up in jail for at least five years. my life would be ruined.” he searched your eyes for signs of you giving up and he found it; you were cracking.
he was right, you could get out fine but not him. if anything it was your fault he was in this situation. this wasn’t his world, it was yours.
you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.
“ok.” his eyes widened in shock, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.
“finally you say something smart.” topper’s obnoxious voice seeped through the night air and into your ears.
you turn your head slowly, “i’m not doing this for you.”
he rolled his eyes, “regardless.” he places his hands on his hips and stares at the body. “we have to leave. now.”
sarah snaps out of her trance, “are you for real? our dna is all over him, plus your car is covered in his blood.”
you can’t believe what you’re about to say, “we have to hide the body.”
jj squeezes his eyes shut, “yeah, we do.”
topper nods to himself before stepping by the head of the corpse. “jj, help me.”
your boyfriend hesitates before nodding as well. he steps towards the feet of the man. they look at each for a moment before crouching down and lifting the body.
“sarah, open the trunk.” you’re still frozen, wondering if this was the right thing to do.
you open your mouth but nothing comes out as sarah hurried to the back of the car.
a large blood stain marked the space where the body had laid. a loud thunder sounded, causing you to jump. rain.
all traces of what happened here would be gone by morning and it will be as if nothing happened.
you heard sarah calling your name and you stared at the crime scene for one last time before running into the car.
as soon as you climbed in you sat as far away from jj as possible. he tried to take your hand but you jerked away, the hurt look on his face almost made you cave.
the car ride was silent but full of tension. sarah was staring straight ahead, jj was looking out the window while topper drove with a clenched jaw a firm grip on the wheel.
suddenly, red and blue lights filled the car your heart beginning to beat frantically.
topper swore and sarah began rambling over how you would get caught. jj and you simply stared at one another in fear but it was all in vain because the lights soon disappeared and only the ghost of your crime loomed over.
after an eternity, you reached the docks. topper gripped the wheel so hard, his knuckles were white. sarah looked ahead before nodding to herself as if trying to convince herself that this was the right thing to do before opening the door and shutting it behind her.
topper made a gesture with his head, “c’mon, j.” he nodded and got out as well leaving you alone in the car.
you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before opening the door to get to the others.
topper and jj had gotten the body out of the car, sarah close behind. you closed the trunk and ran after them. you looked around to make sure nobody was around but because of the hour you doubted anyone was.
topper’s speed boat was a bit far, the boys clearly struggling with the dead weight.
you saw a light flash in the dark out of the corner of your eye. you turned and saw a security guard about fifteen feet away.
“guys!” you hissed. the looked at you and then at where you were pointing.
“oh my god!” sarah exclaimed.
“what do we do?” topper asked in panic. if the situation weren’t so serious you would’ve laughed.
you looked around but there was nowhere to hide. you were screwed.
think think think.
bingo. “ok. sarah and i will distract him and you guys pretend he’s a drunk friend or something.”
“that’s your brilliant plan?” why was he such a pain in the ass?
you narrowed your eyes at topper, “you got anything better, einstein?”
”guys, stop. let’s just do that,” jj sighed, tired of our arguing. topper rolled his eyes but complied.
“c’mon sarah,” you grabbed her hand and began walking towards the guard. he hadn’t seen you yet but once he did he ogled at the two of you. disgust colored your face but you quickly masked it once he was close enough to talk.
sarah put on a bright smile and you thanked your few lucky stars that your best friend was the prettiest girl on the outer banks. and that despite a bit of her makeup being a bit messy from all the crying she still looked good.
“hi, officer! we were wondering if you have seen a short red headed girl around. she’s one of our friends and she asked us to meet her here.”
the security guard scanned her face before responding. “uh no i haven’t seen her but i could help you find her if you want.” you recognized him from the cut, his name was doug or dan or something like that.
you turned to see if the boys had made it to the boat, but they were still a few feet away. thankfully the boat was further away from you than you had anticipated. you could barely make out their figures in the dark.
“really? thank you so much, i’m so sorry to bother with this.” sarah touched his arm and he blushed a little at the gesture. men.
“it’s not a bother really, i’m happy to help.” your phone buzzed with a call. jj. you answered, “yeah?”
“you can come back now,” he said.
“oh great! we’ll see you there then, jess. bye,” you hung up and tried your best to put on a happy smile.
“she said she was on the other side,” you laughed. “but thank you so much for your help!”
you pulled sarah away without waiting for a response from the guard, leaving him with a confused expression. you quickly ran to the boat or much as your heels allowed, before helping sarah in, climbing after her.
jj steadied you when you wobbled under the rumbling boat, before pulling you down to sit with him. you wanted to pull away but didn't because as much as you were angry, you weren’t strong enough to face this on your own.
the night was quiet, the stars lighting a path for topper as he went as deep into the ocean as he could. once he found a spot that he thought was good enough, he turned off the engine. the only sound were the waves lapping against the sides of the boat.
you all looked at each other to confirm that we were really doing this.
“the fish will eat away at his body by the time they find him, if they find him. there won’t be any evidence,” jj’s quiet voice filled the silence.
topper sniffed, “good. ok, let’s do this.” he got up and grabbed the man by the shoulders while jj settled by his feet.
“wait,” your voice shattered the silence. they all looked at you in exasperation.
“shouldn’t we check to see if he has an id? that way we could know who he was.”
topper jerked his head in your direction, “what? are you crazy? no!”
“i agree with topper, it’s better if we don’t.” sarah looked at you apologetically but with no sign of taking her words back.
you looked at your boyfriend but he wasn’t looking at you. that was all the answer you needed.
you sighed and crossed your arms, “fine.”
“ok, on the count of three, top.”
he nodded at jj, before they both lifted him and threw the body overboard. a loud splash sounded in the night, bubbles bursting through the surface as the corpse sank to the bottom of the ocean.
silence came once again, all of you coming to terms with what you had done. topper turned the boat on and sailed back to the docks.
“we will never, under any circumstances speak about this again.” topper looked at the three of you.
“is that clear?” none of you responded.
“we need to swear that we will take it with us to the grave.” he grabbed sarah by her chin, “swear it.”
she nodded, “i swear i’ll take to my grave.” a beat passed before he let her go, turning towards jj.
he took a deep breath, “i swear it.”
topper nodded before turning to you. “do you swear you’ll never speak about this again?”
you nodded, not trusting your words. that clearly displeased him, “don’t nod. say it.”
you sat in silence before speaking, “ok.”
he sighed in frustration before going up to you and wrapping a hand around your throat, “not ‘ok.’ not a yes. i need you to say that you swear that you will take it to your grave.”
his breath smelled a bit like alcohol, realization dawning on you as to why he had such a short fuse tonight. you were fucked.
you looked at him in defiance but complied, “i swear that i will take it with me to the grave.”
his jaw clenched before he nodded, letting you go with a shove which caused you to jerk backwards. jj reached for you but you moved away from his touch.
if there was something that became clear that night, it was that life would never be the same.
what was supposed to be a grand summer became a bleak utter nightmare. one that would only stop once you were dead.
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i feel like this was bad lol but hopefully i make it better 🙂↕️
synopsis: the summer after graduating highschool was the dream. after years of tedious hours at school and of nonsensical drama, you are finally an adult, but most importantly? free. or so you thought. after a tragic incident the night of midsummers, the four of you decided to never, ever speak of it again. everything was going to be okay because only those present that night knew the truth, right?
pairing: exbf!jj x kook!reader; rafe x kook!reader
cw: guys, it’s a slasher story so gore & angst (troubled family relationships, violence, breakups, etc.) comes without saying. if you’re not comfortable with that then don’t read, i totally understand.
a/n: we're just going to pretend i posted this on may 23, ok? ok. because life update that absolutely nobody asked for at the end which is lwk a crash out (you don't have to read it lmao; it's not important lol) psa that english isn't my first language y'all so bear with me and i may or may not have proofread... i also queued this earlier so i am not posting in real time if that makes sense
anywayyyy, that's not important atm so drum rolls please!!!
PART TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO
WHO CHEERED? please bear with me, i was going THROUGH IT YALL BUT IM OK NOW (?)
I REALLY HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I CANNOT BELIEVE that even one person is reading this let alone a HUNDRED OF YOU? AND BEING ASKED TO GET TAGGED???? i feel so cool. alright, i need to calm down, i'm an adult
i'm kinda making it up as i go so i guess incoherences might be here and there lol but...
we're so back
may 23, 2025
“ladies and gentlemen, this is the final boarding call for flight a1 234 with service from charleston to kildare. we are now inviting all remaining passengers to proceed to the gate for immediate boarding. please have your boarding passes and identification ready. once again, this is the final call for flight a1 234 to kildare. thank you for flying with us, and we wish you a pleasant journey.”
you took out your wired earphones with a sigh, before gathering your bags and heading towards the counter.
after waiting in line for 10 minutes and boarding the plane, you took your seat in first class. the flight attendant offered you a drink and a snack and you settled for a coke with pretzels.
the flight was supposed to take off at 9 but, of course, it was delayed, finally leaving at around 9:30. you put your earphones on again before leaning back on your seat and took a nap for the rest of the flight.
turbulence woke you up with a panic. your palms began sweating, before sitting up and glancing around with wide eyes.
an appeasing voice tore through the panicked whispers, “all passengers must remain in their seats as we land. these turbulences are normal, so please remain calm.”
easy for you to say.
cold sweat made your shirt stick to your back while you gripped the seat until you heard the pilot say that you had arrived at kildare safely.
thank god.
after wiping the sweat off your forehead, you took a deep breath before turning off the airplane mode on your phone.
you sighed when you saw your mother’s messages, re-reading yesterday’s conversation with a frown. this summer was going to be unbearable. and you didn’t even want to get started about the whispers and rumors that were bound to seep their way into your life.
but what definitely freaked you out the most was that message you had received from ‘unknown’ because this was not pretty little liars. you didn’t know what to do because for one, what were you supposed to say?
call the police and be like, “hey, me and my friends accidentally killed someone a year ago, and we got rid of the body. now someone is harassing me and sending me news articles that could possibly be linked with what we did. please, i need protection.”
be so fucking for real.
the passengers began to evacuate the plane, so you were at the airport for another tedious 15 minutes until you called your mother.
“hello?” your mother’s stern voice came through the line.
“hey, mom. i’m out front by the taxis.”
“alright, i’ll be right there.”
you hung up and put your phone away, pulling your suitcase along until you reached the curb where people were being dropped off and picked up. you suddenly saw a familiar blonde head, but before you could duck out of sight you made eye-contact with a girl you had once been as close as sisters.
sarah’s face turned shocked to overcome with uncertainty before it turned into something like regret and a bittersweet smile. she rushed over and threw her arms around you before you could process the whole situation. the scent of sunshine and salt air along with tropical fruits enveloped your senses. only sarah cameron could smell like sunshine and beaches, but there truly wasn’t another way to describe her.
you broke the hug first, only for her to set her hands on your arms with a small smile.
“it’s been so long since we last saw each other! i can’t believe it, i didn’t know you were coming back.” her warm brown eyes searched your face for answers, but you had long since learned how to not put your feelings on display. to anybody else you looked bored but inside? your mind was filled with racing thoughts and ways to escape the uncomfortable situation.
“yeah, i just finished my first year at unc.”
she let go of your arms and palmed her forehead, “of course! how was it?”
you grimaced, “not my finest moment but,” you shrugged. “at least that’s over with.”
sarah gave you a sympathetic smile before you heard her name being called out. you saw ward calling for her, the rest of her family probably already inside.
“i’ve gotta go, but it was really nice to see you. don’t be a stranger, ok?” she kissed your cheek goodbye and ran to the car before getting in.
a honk brought you out of your daze and you turned to see your mother’s red mustang making its way around the curb. with a sigh, you dragged your suitcase along and put it into the trunk before getting in the front alongside your mother.
your mother was wearing oversized sunglasses that she didn’t even bother to remove. she only gave you a tight smile and a quiet how are you?
“i’m ok, just tired from getting up early. and you?” your tone wasn’t exactly cold nor warm in an attempt to avoid an outburst from your mother.
once she was on the main road, she revved the engine until she was driving 60 miles per hour. “i am well, just worried about you, but i know that now is not the time to discuss this. which reminds me, we are going to have dinner with your grandparent’s monday night at ocean manor. we could go to pick out some clothes in the morning and grab lunch if you’d like.”
your heart squeezed at her words. you knew it was her way of extending an olive branch and if you fucked this up, this summer would be hell.
you plop down on your bed with a sigh, not even bothering to take off your shoes. instead, you kicked them off before turning to your side and looking out the window. from your room you could see the beach and tiny people riding the waves like dolls with their surfboard toys. as a kid you remembered thinking how bad you wanted to be like the cool kids of figure 8 and when you met sarah, well, your dream life had come true.
you remember your first day at kildare academy and how much of a movie-like scene it had been for you, having moved from your hometown at thirteen and being absolutely wrecked at leaving your friends behind. you’d made sure to enter the classroom just when class was about to begin so you could avoid the awkward gawking of the other students when they see a new, unidentified human. the thing about kildare was this: you were either a kook or a pogue but of course there were rankings among the kooks. kook royalty. which you learned the hard way. to them, by being a newcomer you were slightly above a pogue but not enough to be a full on kook. so, when you were assigned to kiara carrera as your lab partner for the rest of the school year, you hadn't realized that your social death sentence had been signed. everyone around you had snickered (apparently they knew something you didn't), a group of the prettiest girls you’d ever seen staring at you with a mix of curiosity and malice. you could tell the blonde girl with the caramel brown eyes with a fresh manicure, perfect hair and makeup along with an iron pressed uniform was the leader, the other two girls looking very much like karen smith and gretchen wieners.
kiara on the other hand… let’s just say she was, well, different. she had a pair of dirty converses, her uniform looked clean but not like she’d tried to make it presentable, chipped blue nails along with chunky bracelets and beachy jewelry. her hair had the prettiest curls you’d ever seen, two small braids framing her face which was adorned with a smile that made you feel like she knew something you didn’t.
seriously, everyone around here was incredibly good looking. did they put something in the water? it was hardly fair.
she peered over her shoulder your gaze landing on the group of girls that had caught your attention earlier, “i see you’ve met the plastics of figure 8.”
oh so it was obvious.
you let out a snort but caught yourself when the teacher looked at you with raised eyebrows. kiara was chuckling next to you, “seriously, on wednesdays they wear pink.” you giggled and for the first time since you arrived, you felt less lonely.
“so, what’s the deal with regina george?” your voice held a mocking tone, and you saw kiara’s eyes light up at your remark. soon after you became great friends and practically inseparable. you shared a lot with her, particularly feeling out of place when you didn’t belong to either side of the island. you could be considered a kook by wealth but not by their societal standards, which also summed kiara up perfectly. with her pogue father and kook mother she faced discrimination by her peers, but more so because of who she decided to spend her free time with and call her friends.
a certain blond came to mind, your heart sinking to your stomach and you sensed a crash out near the corner. your phone buzzed, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.
your phone fell to the floor with a clatter when you clicked on the cursed link.
body found by local fishermen. you weren't even able to read the rest of the artcile, a cold shiver running down your spine before panic began to set in.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
FUCK
you ran to your bathroom, barely making it to the toilet on time, all the remnants of your previous meal purged out of your body. if only you could expel your sins the same way you wouldn’t be so repulsed every time you looked at yourself in the mirror.
you finally got up when your phone began buzzing frantically from your room. holding yourself up against the wall, the edges of your vision turned a little blurry, shallow breaths ripping through your chest until you fell to your knees near your bed. gripping the edge, you managed to turn and sit with your back against the bed before reaching out for your phone.
great. now i have to see everyone at the goddamn club with their hypocritical questions filled with fake concern and kindness. i’m sure my mother has taken upon herself to uphold the image of her perfect daughter.
and to think that you were once one of them.
exactly. were. because they weren’t murderers like you.
you squeezed your eyes shut, covered your ears, and began rocking back and forth in an attempt to quiet down your racing thoughts, but they only got louder, until it felt like a thousand people were yelling at you, “murderer! murderer! murderer! murderer! murderer! murderer!”
would we like to see rafe in the next one ;lkdsfakjsdflka
he was supposed to kind of pop in, but @inthelibrarybtw told me that it was shit and i was like, just say you hate me. THAT'S NOT TRUE SHE WAS A SWEETHEART ILY BABY IM JOKING <33 THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME
no but i fixed it because what i had written WAS confusing. i forget you all can't read my mind THANK GOD. i don't know why i say that like it's a bad thing LMAOOOO
but idk how i feel about the kook academy part but my mind is so random sometimes that i relive memories in the most incoherent ways so that may show up in the way i write/protray the reader. i need to learn how to be more objective lol but BEAR WITH ME. this may or may not be a self insert 🫦
also THE VOICES LMAOOOOO
i've never heard voices that i know of because if i am crazy then i wouldn't know if everyone around me is a hallucination and this is all made up in my mind and i've concocted every single piece of my life in my head. but then i also remember my life wouldn't be this fucked up if i was making it up and i also am not creative enough to create this world in my brain. jesus fucking christ somebody shut me tf up.
*accepting rafe cameron applications to fuck me stupid.
WHAT? WHO SAID THAT?
anywayyyyy
my beautiful stars: @countryclubwhore (ily <3) @onlyangel-444 (one of the prettiest usernames i've seen) @papercranesandinkstains (my soulmate i fear) @inthelibrarybtw (loml fr) @cokewithcameron (angel) @jaes-last-words (<33) @rafesbabygirlx (in awe with your mind) @ethanthequeefqueen (laughed so hard at your username btw LMAOO) @7-deadly-cats-main (im obsessed with you; am also patiently (key word) awaiting on that rafe dream scene in kms 🫦 NOT ME HARASSING YOU LMAOO IM SORRY ILY) @ewwwitsel (sweet angel) @rockkybbys (i tagged u cuz you asked for another part but lemme know if you prefer not to be <333)
if you wanna be added let me knowww <333
i am also not over the fact that people actually like this, i know i've said this multiple times and i sound incredibly obnoxious but it's still true. i love each and every single one of you and don't be shy to talk to me PLEASEE i promise im a nonchalant, chill, cool girl (...) i might take a bit to respond because i read it and i think i answered in my head or i haven't seen it or genuinely forget or know it's there but because i have no concept of time i realize weeks have passed when i go to answer💀💀 BUT I AM HERE
unsolicited life update: i am ghosting all of my friends (which is really shitty i KNOW) and i'm not proud of it, i just get overwhelmed with so many texts that i procrastinate and then i end up going missing for weeks sometimes even a month soo DO NOT BE LIKE ME!!!! that is one of my biggest flaws and i really really need to do better because they don't deserve that at ALL; if it were the other way around i wouldn't put up with my ass. which i don't cuz like i would leave me if i could because it is EXHAUSTING. like omg, girl it's not that deep but wtv and lwk had a mini meltdown these past couple of days and may or may not have crashed out hehehehe
i will only say that i wish it had been for an interesting reason but no!! my brain just takes these executive decisions on its own because we're a bitch and she's the boss of me unfortunately :)
i also started this internship (?) for school credits at my local public defender's office and let's just say that i am beyond confused 95% of the time and i will complete my 1st week here tmrw. (yes i am supposed to be working as i write this, but shhh) i need to lock the fuck in.
xoxo,
gossip girl
how i felt after saying that (i've never touched a cigar/cigarette in my life) that's also the love of my life because this man awakened something in me at the ripe age of 13. what? who said that?
synopsis: the summer after graduating highschool was the dream. after years of tedious hours at school and of nonsensical drama, you are finally an adult, but most importantly? free. or so you thought. after a tragic incident the night of midsummers, the four of you decided to never, ever speak of it again. everything was going to be okay because only those present that night knew the truth, right?
pairing: exbf!jj x kook!reader; rafe x kook!reader
cw: guys, it’s a slasher story so gore & angst (troubled family relationships, violence, breakups, etc.) comes without saying. if you’re not comfortable with that then don’t read, i totally understand.
a/n: first of all, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE FIRST PART!!! it's not much but it TOOK ME FOREVER HOLY SHIT, @inthelibrarybtw heard me rant for about 5 minutes over the graphics and if it was angsty enough so thank you, angel <3
a week later... june 28, 2024.
a year later... may 21, 2025.
AHHH WHAT DO WE THINK??? THIS TOOK ME FUCKING FOREVER HOLY SHIT BUT I DID IT.
btw i may or may not have used my major for this (guys those classes were hell BUT I MADE IT)
also, can we tell i was listening to loml? no? THANK YOU, IM SO POETIC but like can we tell reader to chill? LMAO WHY IS SHE SO DRAMATIC
anywayyyy for my darling stars: @countryclubwhore @onlyangel-444 @papercranesandinkstains
lemme know if you want to be tagged <333
synopsis: the summer after graduating highschool was the dream. after years of tedious hours at school and of nonsensical drama, you are finally an adult, but most importantly? free. or so you thought. after a tragic incident the night of midsummers, the four of you decided to never, ever speak of it again. everything was going to be okay because only those present that night knew the truth, right?
pairing: exbf!jj x kook!reader; rafe x kook!reader
cw: guys, it’s a slasher story so gore & angst (troubled family relationships, violence, breakups, etc.) comes without saying. if you’re not comfortable with that then don’t read, i totally understand.
a/n: this one is right after the last part and i also need to chill with the panic attacks, i’m gonna kill this poor girl; not proofread because i'm lazy and tired af right now so bear with me. also, have no idea what the wc for this one is but i dont think it goes past 1k. hopefully. i also want to do a time skip next part cuz im bored of may 24 already. need to get the police investigation going and bodies to surface.
additionally, i need to figure out how to make a video (?) like a news channel giving the name of the body. we still don't know the identity BUT i think it is fairly obvious. so stay tuned.
saturday, may 24, 2025
after panicking for about half an hour and pacing around your room like a maniac, anger slowly began to run through your veins.
who the fuck does this guy think he is? some modern version of michael myers or something?
pathetic.
two could play at that game.
if there was something that angered you more than anything, it was fear. and you’d had enough of that for the past year. constantly looking over your shoulder in case the police appeared on campus to arrest you, the nightmares that haunted you at night, the sound of the crash repeating over and over like a broken record. but most of all, it was fear of seeing the person you loved the most end up locked away while the rest of you kept on going with your lives.
and now those fears were coming to life.
with a nod to yourself, you pulled out your phone.
you hear a knock on your front door. you ignore it but before you can continue your conversation with sarah, the knocking turns into banging.
you sigh in frustration, “coming!”
you ran down the stairs while putting your phone in your pocket, quickly looking around to see if your mother was home, but there were no signs of her whereabouts.
grabbing the door handle, you struggle a bit to pull it open as you groan in protest.
but all thoughts of the heavy door vanished as you faced your visitor.
your lips parted with a small gasp, your eyes wide, heavy drumming filling your ears.
fuck.
you were going to kill sarah, because standing in front of you was jj maybank.
he looked just as stunned as you, as if shocked to see you even though this was your house. you quickly schooled your features into one of indifference, but you knew he knew you were anything but.
your eyes scanned him from head to toe, noting how he carried the sun on his skin, darker and glowing, the way valleys formed down his arms as he tightened his fists. a lump rose in your throat when you saw that hanging from his neck was the shark tooth necklace you had given him for his birthday. the artist in you drank in every shadow, every glimmer of gold kissing his locks, how the red from his shirt brought out the sapphire undertones from his eyes.
eyes that were doing the same to you. eyes that were now brimming with sadness and unspoken conversations.
the buzz from your phone saved you from the mental breakdown you were about to have. your hands were shaking as you typed in your response to sarah.
after putting your phone away, you turned to jj once again.
“hey.”
“hey.”
you both chuckled awkwardly when you talked at the same time.
“how are you?” he asked.
“okay, i guess.” you shrugged, “mostly tired from the trip.”
he nodded as if that were the most revealing answer ever, “yeah, understandable.”
you pursed your lips, “yeah.”
you both stood there awkwardly before he lifted his hand to point at the truck behind him.
“your mother ordered some groceries from heyward, so i brought them in.”
you raised your eyebrows in surprise, “oh, i didn’t know you working for him.”
now it was his turn to shrug, “yeah, i mean, it’s a little recent and, um, i need the job so.”
he frowned as he shook his head when he looked down at his shoes.
“well, at least it’s with someone you know.” you put your hands in your back pockets to avoid reaching out for him.
he chuckled with a half-smile, “yeah, although it’s like having a second dad nagging at my ass.”
you scoffed, “pope must be grateful to not be his punching bag for once.”
that made him roll his eyes, “tell me about it.”
jj lifted his gaze back to yours before gesturing to the truck, “i’m gonna go get the bags now.”
you nodded and opened the door wider for him to pass when he came back. you pointed to the kitchen when he asked where he should leave the groceries, “just put them on the counter, i’ll put them away later.”
a few more bags were in the truck, so you made your way to get the rest when you tripped.
pain shot through your ankle, when you tried to get up. “shit.”
“y/n!” jj ran out of the house, his voice filled with panic. flashbacks of midsummers made your heart clench, and suddenly you were brought back to that night. blood, screams, the sound of a motorboat, the vow to keep quiet, flashed through your senses.
someone far away was calling your name, but all you felt was the ocean around you, dark and cold. you felt water filling your lungs, preventing you from crying for help, and suddenly you were so sure you were going to die. that you would end up doing company to the man in the ocean.
warmth enveloped you, rocking you back and forth, soothing circles on your back.
the familiar scent of salt and home brought you slowly back to your senses. the water was dissipating, your skin dry except for your cheeks, and it was no longer dark and cold.
the surface beneath you was soft, a bed. you looked around and realized you were in your room but not alone. hands cupped your face and blue eyes filled with worry met yours.
“it’s okay. you’re okay.” he pulled you against his chest, holding you tightly, months of missing you had nearly become his undoing. the only reason as to why he had survived this long without you was knowing that he lived in a world where you existed. that alone was enough for him; or so he tried to convince himself. loving you from afar was better than not loving you at all.
his heartbeat helped regulate yours, matching his breath with your own until you became one.
for the first time in a year, you felt calm and like you could fall asleep in peace. because even in dreams he still kept you awake.
once your emotions settled you pulled away and jj brushed your tears away before kissing your forehead. he stayed like that for a bit before finally pulling away, which was harder for him than he wanted to admit.
“better?” he asked.
you nod, “better. thanks.”
“anytime.” he let go of you completely and sat far enough to touch. you were keeping count of your breaths when jj stood up with a curious expression towards something behind you.
you looked around in confusion when your eyes settled on an envelope set on your pillow. your eyes widened in fear, all attempts to keep calm thrown out the window.
jj turned to you with a frown, “what is it?”
you didn’t answer and instead reached with a trembling hand to grab the envelope in your hand. you could feel his warm breath over your shoulder as you pulled a note out.
in all caps were the words: i know what you did last summer!
you threw the note on your bed as if it burned to the touch. your breath quickened, tuning out whatever jj was asking. he reached around you and took the note and read it aloud.
“what does this mean? and why are you so scared?” when you didn’t answer, he turned you to face him by the shoulders.
jj lowered himself to your level and locked eyes with you. “well?”
you took in a deep breath, “someone knows.”
he frowned, “what?”
“someone knows what we did last summer.” now that you had said the words aloud it became all more real and, god, did that scare the shit out of you.
“what do you mean someone knows? that’s impossible!” jj stepped away from you as if your skin stung him.
you snort, “clearly not.”
he started gesturing like he always did when he was anxious or angry, and right now it felt like it was both. “there’s no way anyone knows! it doesn’t make any sense. and why not just go to the police? why send you cryptic notes?”
“i don’t know, ok!” you exclaimed in frustration. “if i knew i wouldn’t be this freaked out.”
he started pacing around your room and it felt far too familiar, like the nights he came to try to convince you not to leave him for college and just run away with him.
“wait,” he stopped. “is this an attempt of yours to get us to confess?”
what????
“what?!” disbelief colored your tone. “are you fucking serious right now?! what the fuck is wrong with you?” you couldn’t believe it, the audacity of him to ask you that. after everything you had gone through, especially for him.
“hey, you weren’t particularly excited last summer to keep it quiet.” jj was now standing three feet away from you with his arms crossed, “so forgive me if i think you have something to do with this.”
you let out a scoff, “yeah, cuz it was hardly a fun memory, so forgive me for being freaked out. you’re honestly unbelievable. do you have any idea how hard this past year has been for me? the guilt is eating me away, yes. but i would never confess. if i were the only one involved then i would have, yes. but instead, i kept my fucking mouth shut to keep you,” you walked up to jj until your finger was pressed against his chest, “and sarah out of it. but particularly you. so don’t you dare to ever say shit like that to me again, do you understand?! because so god help me, i will go to the police, and i wouldn’t give two shits if we end up in prison for the rest of our lives.”
his jaw clenched, “is that a threat?”
you almost didn’t recognize your voice, “it’s a promise.”
jj stood there staring and when he saw you didn’t back out, he nodded. “ok, i’m sorry i doubted you.”
you sighed, “fine, but don’t you ever insinuate something like that again.”
“i won’t. i’m sorry. i–i just freaked out.”
you bit your lip, shaking your head. “water under the bridge.”
he pulled you into a hug, “tell me what you meant by someone knowing. have you gotten something like this before?”
you pulled away before taking out your phone, “yes, but i think we should text sarah first.”
“sarah?” he asked with a frown. “why?”
“because she’s also a part of this and she has a right to know.”
“fine, yeah.”
you went towards your bed and picked up the note, “take a picture and send it to her.”
jj walked up to you, “yeah, but unblock me first, don’t you think?”
you turned and looked up at him, “why?”
he laughed and scratched his neck, “because, um, it would be easier for us to talk to sarah, no?”
“like a group chat?” you raised an eyebrow.
he smiled, “exactly.”
you sighed reluctantly, “fine.” you took out your phone and unblocked his contact. “done.”
jj grinned, “cool, um, let me take a picture.”
you angled the note for him to take a picture, your phone vibrating with a notification.
“are you sure about this?” jj broke the silence.
you shook your head, “i don’t know. but it’s our best shot.”
his jaw clenched as he turned away from you, “i guess you’re right.”
you sigh, “ok. now or never. besides, it’s just a text not a physical confrontation.”
jj looked at you with raised eyebrows, “it’s never just a text with topper and you know it.”
you chuckle humorlessly, “he’s gonna crash out but whatever. if we don’t find out who this is we’re fucked.”
for the first time the possibility of being locked away for the rest of your lives settled onto the both of you.
you unlock your phone once again, opening the group chat that was once filled with hangout plans and inside jokes.
it was funny how fucked up things could get in a year.
you typed out your message and pressed send.
WHAT DO WE THINK?
please be honest cuz this one feels like a filler episode. i was gonna keep going with their conversation with topper but OMG i got stumped & i can't seem to figure out how to go about it. also tomorrow is my last day here at the public deffender's office and i haven't finished half of my work to hand in. so here i am, writing what i am not supposed to LMFAO. i'll have to stay working all night because i am a masochist.
so might be MIA for a bit until i get everything done. imma crash out and kms fr.
AND AFTER THAT IT'S VACATION BABY (i will be in my bed for the rest of the summer)
next part will be better, i think (i keep saying that 😭 y'all are gonna get sick of me)
OH AND I BOUGHT AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR ON AMAZON LIKE FIVE MINUTES AGO AND I'M SO EXCITED
i'm spending money i don't have lol but it's also a cheap one ($104 😭😭😭 which is still expensive for me but not by guitar means AT ALL. i learned that after three days of research) i just hope it's good enough to learn in because i don't have any experience playing one. but i used to play violin and piano as a kid so i'm not entirely clueless in regards to music theory (?)
gonna live out my dream of being the shein version of gracie abrams in my room (i could never post myself singing which, tbh, i highly doubt is good but who cares?)
anywayyy, dedicated as always to my sparklemuffins: @countryclubwhore @onlyangel-444 @papercranesandinkstains @inthelibrarybtw @cokewithcameron @jaes-last-words @rafesbabygirlx @ethanthequeefqueen @7-deadly-cats-main @ewwwitsel @rockkybbys @luvvly-lydia @obxobsessedbitch2 @cherrielyme
if i didn't tag you and you asked me IM SORRY and let me know but i feel like i got everyone k bye <333
synopsis: the summer after graduating highschool was the dream. after years of tedious hours at school and of nonsensical drama, you are finally an adult, but most importantly free. or so you thought.
after a tragic incident the night of midsummers, the four of you decided to never, ever speak of it again. everything was going to be okay because only those present that night knew the truth, right?
pairing: exbf!jj x exgf!reader (2nd chance?); rafe x kook!reader (friends to lovers??) LOVE TRIANGLE, YEARNING!!!! who cheered? I DID (it's ok to love them both)
cw: violence, murder, love triangle, trauma, ANGST, idk what else to put lol but you get the idea <3
