Y/n sat on the leathered couch as she gripped her boyfriend's arm yet again, "it wasn't even that scary." Rafe sneered, laughing at his trembling girlfriend, "Yes it was!" she shouted, punching Rafe's arm harshly, "Can you change it now?" Y/n questions, but he refused, "I did not pay 30 dollars to watch Nun 2 just for you to tell me to change it." he argued, Y/n pouted, trying to find his lack of sympathy, "Are you trying to kill me?" Rafe frowns, "I would never." he responds, relaxing his body.
Rafe pushed a piece of hair out of Y/n's face as he gracefully rubbed the index of her warm cheek, "you'll be the death of me Y/n L/n." he stated, watching as her face turned a bright shade of red. His eyes softened as she gripped his arm, pushing his arm down so she could get a better chance at connecting their lips.
"Mmm." he hummed through the kiss, although when she pulled back, all she could find was a blushed-out Rafe Cameron. "How about, we don't watch the movie and.." she started, trailing her finger down his stomach, "Maybe go upstairs to your room?" Rafe sneered, rolling his eyes vastly "Nice try Y/n, were not missing the movie." Rafe motioned himself to kiss her again but she turned her head away.
He chuckled it off, but it kinda hurt inside. Rafe placed his hand on her back, pulling her big shirt all the way up to her shoulders just so he could cress her skin with his fingernails softly. Y/n stuck her head inside Rafe's chest, unable to watch the next jump scare that would happen.
Rafe trailed his hand all the way up her spine, then back down and onto her curves, "Ow!" Y/n shouted, pushing her face out of Rafe's chest in a swift move. "What?" he asked, unsure whether he did something wrong or not. "Watch the hands, Mister, you hurt me," she told, showing Rafe a huge scar that was on her side.
He gave her a confused stare, "Where did you get this from?" he questioned, touching it so gently, trying hard not to harm her. "Remember when I was at the haunted house? well, I kind of ran into..." That's when it hit him. Rafe knew exactly what she was talking about.
Ghostface crept out the corner, grabbing his next victim, the room was dark, and he knew that Y/n was safe at home, or at least that's what he thought. He gripped Y/n so tightly that she could barely breathe. She tried to scream, be he had already shoved the tip of the knife so far up her hip.
Rafe knew that he'd regretted that decision for the rest of his life. Not long after He got a call from the hospital, saying that his girlfriend got into an 'accident' he told her not to go, knowing this would have happened. If only she had listened.
"I'm so sorry Y/n," Rafe spoke, apologizing. "why? you didn't do this to me," Y/n declared, kissing his cheek, then pushing herself off of him and walking her way to the kitchen. "Yeah... I know, but I'm your boyfriend, I should've been there to protect you ya know?"
"You did protect me, you told me not to go, and you made It very stated as if you knew that psycho killer would've been there." Y/n giggled, pouring herself some glass of water that came from the fridge. "You my own little psychic," Rafe scrunched his face, "Yeah, and from now on, you gonna listen to me when I tell you not to go anywhere, like Toppers party, for example,"
Y/n vastly lifted her head, her eyes wide open, "But it's a Halloween party, Rafe, I bought a costume just for it." She groaned, irritated and upset, "Y/n, you not going," Rafe's voice engaged, turning loud, "You're not my dad Rafe Cameron, and plus, Ghostface hasn't been seen since last year," Rafe rolled his eyes, he already knew that trust me, however, its more of the guys, he doesn't want anybody looking at Y/n especially Kelce, he had a thing for Y/n before Rafe and she even started going out.
"No means no."
"This is such Bullshit."
Rafe made his way to his girlfriend, kissing her forehead, "Wouldn't you rather spend your night soaking in a bubble bath?" He questioned, holding his girlfriend's cheek with the index of his palm. "No," Y/n stated, pushing his hand off her cheek, and making her way to the couch, "Cmmon babe, you know I hate when you're mad at me." she only rolled her eyes in response.
"Please, I promise I'll make it up to you." Rafe gripped her shoulders, rubbing them as he leaned in to kiss her soft neck, Y/n let out a soft whimper, biting her lip as she leaned her head back, creating more room for his lips. "Please?" he asked again, finding her soft spot, Y/n could feel her legs going numb, and her heart racing out of her chest.
"Pretty please." Rafe then made his way to the front kissing her chest lightly, "fine," Y/n said, smiling at him as their eyes met, Rafe smirked evilly, grabbing her from the bottom of her thighs and picking her up from the floor. Y/n made a little squalling sound as he pushed her up against the cold wall.
Y/n pulled Rafe by the neck into a kiss, as their lips collided they moved in sync, he kissed her so roughly it was as if she was the last thing he'd ever eat, Y/n started tugging at his greasy curtain bang hair as she moaned into his mouth.
Rafe pressed up Y/n rinding on her as she was helpless against the wall, her legs still in the air, Y/n gasped at the feeling, Rafe's boner was pushing against her core harshly.
"Room." Y/n managed to get out, the overstimulation was bearable but still harsh, Rafe nodded, taking her back off the wall and walking up the stairs, slamming the door behind him.
Y/n was obviously not gonna listen to Rafe, especially after they had sex, I mean common now, does he think she's naive, or easily tricked. Y/n stood in the mirror, looking at herself.
She had a stupid sexy prison guard costume, Rafe was supposed to be her prisoner, but I guess he didn't care to show up with her, he still didn't know that she was even there in the first place.
"Hey!" Sarah Hollard from the other side of the room, making her way toward y/n, "Hey," she replied, "Where's Rafe?" Sarah then asked, confused, "he... couldn't make it," Sarah could taste the tension, she saw that Y/n wasn't happy, and normally she would just leave it because she knew her brother would be there to save the day, but it felt different, it wasn't the same.
Y/n carried her red cup in her hand, Sarah's face lightened, and the song Gasolina started playing on the speakers, basically blasting through the whole house, a grin came upon the two girls' faces, considering the fact that the song was there.
"Common, let's get you out of this corner and have some fun." Sarah tugged on the girl's costume, pulling her to the dance floor, Y/n gave Sarah a waring look, putting her cup on the table as the Cameron girl basically dragged her to the middle of the room.
As they reached the middle, Y/n was surrounded by unknown people, somewhere making out on the couch others were just taking shots from clear glass cups. Bottles of fireball and vodka filled the kitchen tables while beer cans filled the floor.
Y/n danced with Sarah to the music, swaying her hips back and forth in a swift motion as she ran her fingers through her hair, "I missed you." Sarah said yelled over the music, trying to make sure her voice was loud enough for her to hear.
"I miss you too," Y/n shouted back, giggling. The blue and purple light flickered veraciously as the two danced with one another, everything felt in slow motion, she healed onto Sarah, laughing historically.
"What happened with you and Rafe?"
"He couldn't make it," Y/n answered.
Sarah stopped her moving, completely going still, "that's weird." Sarah started, biting the bottom of her lip as she made her way to her red cup, chugging it down in one sip.
"What?" Y/n questioned, raising an eyebrow, Sarah looked hesitant, she looked at Y/n and just shook her head, "Sarah what is it." Y/n asked again, this time her voice was louder, she knew something was up, and it wasn't good news, "I'm probably seeing shit but, I swear I saw Rafe hanging out with Topper by the pool." Y/n shook her head, laughing at the fact.
Rafe couldn't be here, he told Y/n he was gonna stop by her house after the gym. Except, Rafe doesn't work out at the gym, he works out at Topper's house. Rafe wouldn't lie to Y/n, would he?
Y/n shrugged it off, remembering that she had already checked her GPS, he was at home, "Rafe's at your guy's house, I already checked." Sarah raised an eyebrow, confused as always, Sarah decided to try and change the subject, just in case she was wrong.
"uh fuck him, he couldn't even show up for his girlfriend, then he's a piece of shit," Y/n cringed, that stung a little because she knew that Rafe changed his frat boy ways just to be with her and he barely parties, plus Y/n hadn't seen him drink since that incident when he got into a fight with some guy and ended up getting jumped.
"Its alright," Y/n said, trying to set some ease to the conversation, "Who needs boys," Sarah yelled, chugging down the rest of her cup of beer and grabbing the nearest girl she saw, and kissing the living shit out of her, Y/n stood there, in shock.
Sooner or later Y/n couldn't stand the sight of her friend making out with a random person, she thought they would've stopped already, I guess not. "Sarah I'm just...gonna go," Obviously Sarah was too drunk to comprehend that she wasn't making out with her boyfriend John B.
As Y/n walked away she felt eyes on her, and it wasn't the type that was checking her out, it felt like their eyes were staring into her soul, pricing it roughly, that's when she got that feeling, that unsure feeling in the pit of her stomach. She tried to walk away, but it was almost like it was following her every move.
Y/n rolled her eyes as she pushed through the crowd, shoving everybody, she was about to get sick, and Y/n rushed, the light glowing blurry, as everybody's voice was screaming it echoed through her head, giving her a massive migraine.
"Fuck," Y/n swore, pushing her hair that was sticking up down with her hand. A scream. Somebody screamed. And now, Everybody screamed. As y/n pushed her head up to see what was causing the commotion she met Kelece, except, his throat was slit, and he was stabbed at least 5 times in the stomach. Y/n threw up everywhere.
She looked back up, watching as his blood started spilling everywhere, and standing above the body was.... Ghostface, Y/n was so close, it was almost an inch away from the crime scene. Y/n screamed, Loudly, Ghostface looked up vastly to meet eyes with the girl.
"Y/n?" the unknown voice said, however, it wasn't so unknown anymore, Y/n knew that voice from anywhere, she knew exactly who that sounded like, however, as she looked up she didn't want to believe it, how can her sweet loving boyfriend, be a killer, especially murdering one of his closes friends.
Y/n's eyes widen, she was in shock, and not the good kind, was Rafe Cameron, the boy that she had known since she was three secretly the masked killer, the boy who made her flowers from paper because he spent all his money on designer bags that Y/n doesn't even use.
The boy who calls her mommy to try and get her turned on because he wants her so bad, the boy who basically craves her taste on his lips early in the morning.
Rafe Cameron, Y/n's Rafe Cameron.
As she looked up she found herself wishing to god that if she looked at her GPS he was still at home and she was just overthinking, as Y/n rushed out the door she found herself cramming through her phone, she went on Life360, pressing on Rafe's location.
Rafe Camerons current location
453 Brooklyn Street. Aka, Toppers address.
Y/n dropped her phone, so when Sarah said that she saw him, she actually meant it, all the goodness and the things that Y/n thought about him went out the door, that day, at the haunted house, Rafe told her not to go, the room was dark, and he grabbed ahold of Y/n stabbing her, however when the light finally turned back on, Ghostface saw Y/n's face and Ran.
Everything was starting to make sense, it wasn't so messy anymore, it was all Rafe Cameron, her boyfriend, she's dating a fucking serial killer.
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ACT III
Y/n walked through the doors of her house, still traumatized as tears streamed down her face, Kelce was a dick, but he was also a good person, most of the time, actually, nevermind, he was a person, and that was all that matters.
She threw her keys on the island, making her way to the kitchen to grab herself a cup of water, that headache still acing his skull. "Y/n thank god you're safe," Rafe Cameron said, grabbing her by the waist. Y/n quickly threw him off, "Rafe, don't fucking touch me, I know." Y/n told, pointing her finger in front of his face.
Rafes worried look quickly vanished, "Are you scared?" He questioned, his tone growing dark and mysterious. "n..No," Y/n says, her voice trembling in fear.
" Good, because I love you Y/n, and I would never hurt you."
"your not even gonna deny it?"
"Why would I ever lie to you?"
Y/n rolled her eyes, "Why?" she asked, her voice cracking, everything Rafe was to her, all the goodness was gone, and all that was left was the darkness. "I'm doing it for you," Rafe answered, Y/n didn't say anything, her face downgraded as she backed up the closer her boyfriend got.
"Bullshit, how could killing people help me?" Rafe made a noise, it sounded like a laugh, however, it wasn't, "That night, at the haunted house, I heard those girls, the girls you thought were your friends, they were talking about you, saying that you're a slut, and a whore." Y/n shook her head, in disbelief.
"I couldn't let them get away with that."
Y/n's back hits the wall, giving her no room to move back from him, "And Kelce, I heard what he did, he was groping you, why didn't you tell me?" He questioned, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear as his tone got softer, and he noticed that she was trembling.
"Because I knew you would overreact, and I was so right, he was drunk Rafe, and he apologized saying that he didn't mean to...touch me without consent." Tears streamed through her eyes, remembering the eye-flashing sight of his blood spilling out of her throat.
"See what's where you're wrong, he was planning on doing stuff to you, I saw his text message on his phone, he was gonna rig your drink."
He said, kissing her forehead lightly, "So you kill him?!" Y/n asks, shouting at him, "Yes! you make me so crazy Y/n L/n that I would literally kill for you."
Rafe backs up, watching his now crying girlfriend as tears stain her rushed cheeks, her massacre ruined, Rafe then bends down, his knees touching the floor, "But, that night at the haunted house, you...you stabbed me, Rafe,"
"I told you not to go, Im so sorry Y/n, Im so, so so sorry." Rafe grabbed her hands, kissing her fingers one by one, praising her, not wanting to let her go, "There isn't a line, in this world, that I wouldn't cross for you," he cried, Rafe Cameron cried.
"I want to spend every minute with you Y/n L/n, I want you, all the time, every day, every hour, every minute, every second." Rafe then began kissing her arm, all the way up to her shoulder then back down.
“Hold You Like This”
—JJ Maybank x Reader
—Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Fluff
📌 This is a work of fiction written by me. Reposts, copying or translations without credit is not allowed. Please be kind — creators deserve respect. 💌
— Warnings: Mentions of parental abuse, visible bruises, emotional vulnerability, gentle physical care, soft language
The steam rose from the hot tub, curling through the cool night air like a whispered secret. Around us, the backyard was dark and quiet except for the soft hum of the jets. JJ sat there, water just below his shoulders, muscles tense beneath the surface, face shadowed in the dim glow of the patio lights.
I slipped in beside him without a word, letting the warmth wash over me. The silence between us wasn’t awkward; it was the kind that filled with everything unspoken but deeply understood.
JJ’s eyes were fixed somewhere beyond the edge of the tub, distant like he was looking for something he could barely name. After a long moment, his voice came out, low and rough.
“I bought this for them.” His hand traced the rim of the tub slowly, deliberately. “For my family. So they’d have something good. Something to come home to.”
I turned toward him, catching the way his jaw clenched tight, like he was holding back a storm. The bruises on his ribs peeked from beneath the water—deep purples and yellows, angry marks left by a fight that didn’t just hurt his body but seemed to weigh on his soul.
“You don’t have to do everything alone, JJ,” I said gently. “You’ve done so much already.”
He finally met my eyes, dark and stormy. “I’m tough,” he whispered. “I’ve gotta be.”
“I know you are,” I said softly, the words like a balm. “You don’t have to prove it to me.”
He shifted, the water rippling as he moved. “I can take care of myself.”
“You have,” I said. “But that’s not all. You don’t have to. Not with me here.”
JJ’s shoulders dropped just a little, like he was easing down after carrying a weight he didn’t realize he’d been holding. His voice cracked just slightly when he said, “I’m used to doing it alone.”
“And now you’re not,” I told him, reaching out to let my hand hover just above his bruised ribs, careful not to touch too hard, but close enough for him to feel the promise in the space between us. “We take care of each other now. You don’t have to carry it by yourself anymore.”
For a long moment, JJ said nothing. Then he finally let out a breath that sounded like surrender, or relief, or maybe just the exhaustion of fighting so hard all the time.
“I want to be better,” he admitted, voice low, “not just for them, but for me too. But some days, it feels like I’m drowning in all the shit I’ve been through.”
I leaned closer, meeting him fully. “You’re not drowning. Not when I’m here.”
JJ’s eyes flickered, vulnerability breaking through the tough exterior for just a heartbeat. “Why would you stay? Why would you care?”
“Because I see you,” I said simply. “Not just the tough, angry side you show the world. But the part you try to hide. The part that’s scared and tired and still wants to believe in something better.”
He looked at me then, really looked, like he was trying to memorize the shape of my face. “I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You’re not a burden,” I said firmly. “You’re someone I want to be with. Someone I want to stand beside, no matter what.”
JJ swallowed hard, the muscles in his jaw working. Then slowly, he reached out and took my hand, his fingers warm and steady in mine.
“I’ve always tried to protect the people I care about,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “Sometimes I’m scared I’m not strong enough.”
“You’re stronger than you think,” I assured him. “And you don’t have to do it alone anymore.”
The water rippled as JJ shifted closer, not with words but with a small, unspoken gesture. His hand found mine again, fingers tightening just enough to remind me he was still there—still holding on.
I reached out, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a quiet hug. His body was rigid at first, every muscle tense like he was waiting for the moment to break. But slowly, he leaned into me, resting his head lightly against mine.
“I don’t always know how to let people in,” he murmured, voice barely audible over the jets. “But... I’m trying.”
I pressed a soft kiss to the side of his head. “You don’t have to be perfect at it. Just let me be here.”
Gently, I ran my fingers over the bruises along his ribs—careful, tender. The marks were raw reminders of his father’s fists, but tonight, my touch was a small rebellion against the pain they represented.
“Let me help,” I whispered. “You don’t have to carry all this alone.”
JJ stayed still under my hands, breathing slowing as the warmth of the water and my touch started to ease the tightness in his body. For a moment, the weight he’d been holding so fiercely lifted—not vanished, but shared.
The night wrapped us both in its quiet hush. No promises were made, no grand declarations. Just two people, holding onto each other in the stillness, proving that sometimes strength comes from letting someone else carry part of the load.
And in that steaming glow, JJ didn’t have to be the only one holding up the weight anymore.
My hand lightly rested on JJ’s shoulder, steadying him in the warm water. After a moment, I slid my fingers beneath his arm and squeezed gently. “Let me help.”
He didn’t protest, but the way his muscles tensed told me he was already bracing himself for the pain.
I stood slowly, careful not to pull him too fast. “Ready?” I asked softly.
JJ nodded, but as he lifted himself out of the water, a sharp groan escaped him, low and guttural. His face twisted for just a second—the kind of pain that demands you pause and breathe.
I wrapped my arm around his waist, supporting his weight. “Take it slow. You don’t have to rush.”
He took a shaky breath, pressing his palm against his ribs as if trying to hold the bruises in place. I felt the heat from his skin, uneven and tender under my fingertips.
Together, we moved inch by inch, my hand sliding from his back to his side, careful not to touch the bruises until he was steady on his feet.
When he finally settled on the bench beside the tub, I reached for the healing balm. I warmed it between my palms, then pressed my fingers gently against his ribs where the bruises were darkest.
JJ flinched sharply, a small grunt breaking past his lips, and I stopped immediately, waiting for him to catch his breath.
“Sorry,” I whispered, but he shook his head, eyes clenched shut.
“No—keep going,” he said quietly. “Just… slow.”
I adjusted, pressing lighter, rubbing in slow, circular motions. The skin was tender, swollen beneath my touch, but the balm’s coolness seemed to soothe some of the heat beneath the surface.
JJ exhaled slowly, the tension in his body loosening just a fraction.
I stayed close, my hands gentle but steady. No need for words right then—just the quiet between us.
After a moment, JJ’s eyes found mine, tired but real.
He didn’t say much, just a quiet shake of his head, like he was trying to push something back down.
I gave his shoulder a squeeze. “You don’t have to keep it all inside.”
He swallowed hard but didn’t look away.
He gave a small, tired smile—the kind that’s both grateful and weary all at once. I kept my hands moving, slow and deliberate, tracing over every bruise and scratch, willing to take on some of his pain if only through touch.
When I finished, JJ shifted, his breath hitching as the soreness settled in again. I helped him lie back against the bench, wrapping a towel gently around his shoulders.
“Better?” I asked.
He nodded, though the ache hadn’t vanished. “Yeah. Thanks.”
For a moment, we just sat there—quiet, close, sharing something without words.
And in that stillness, I knew we’d both been holding up more than we thought. But right now, neither of us had to do it alone.
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summary: rafe’s tries his hardest to stop thinking about you in may different but nothing seems to work. after showing up at your place drunk it seems like someone else may have beat him over...
warnings: swearning, mentions of alcohol and drugs, mentions of sex.
words: 1.1k
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rafe hated the effect you had on him. you were all he could think about no matter how hard to tried to forget. no amount of alcohol or lines of coke could drown you out.
his attempts in forgetting were far stretched - from partying all night, to sleeping around and even trying to find girls who looked just like you.
that was a big mistake, however, as it only made him think how much better you would look doing the things they did. how much he wanted it to be you and not some blonde tramp who threw herself at him.
one particular girl whom rafe settled for was slightly better than the rest. she wasn't you by any means but she looked close enough. she also wasn't a whore - which definitely helped with rafe's reputation.
this lasted for only a short period of time however as she saw the glances rafe passed to you, how his eyes lingered on you longer than they should have - how he never looked at her that way.
it was done before it even started.
the next option was to go in the opposite direction - a girl completely different. he figured this would help forget you since she had nothing in common with you and he found just the girl - well until he fucked up, yet again.
she was tall, almost the same height as him whereas you were short, only coming up to his chest. your hair was long and shiny with a slightly red tint to it while hers was brown and short, cutting off at her shoulders.
she put out more than rafe expected and was more confident than him in many ways. she wasn't shy, unlike you and always made the first move.
but once again, rafe found his mind falling back to old habits and thinking of you.
he was dammed no matter what he did - get with a girl just like you, yet she wasn't good enough, get with a girl nothing like you and he just compares the two.
Rafe never looked at any of the girls he fucked. he didn't need to - he had enough to imagine, with his eyes closed all he saw was you and the thought alone got him off fast than any girl could ever. besides you of course.
it was one of those nights again, the ones where he really couldn't stop thinking about you. he had seen you out and you looked too damn good for his liking.
he left asap not wanting to see the lustful gazes he was sure you'd get from other boys.
as rafe made his way over to the short-haired girls home, he was growing harder the more he thought about you. the anger in his veins pumping and only making him drive faster.
the next few minutes are all a blur to the boy but he knows he made a big mistake from what comes out of her mouth.
“what did you just say?” she puffs, half out of breath from their current activity and half out of shock from what rafe just said to her.
he watches as she pulls his member out of her and turns to face him
“huh?” he grumbles reaching out for her waist to turn her back around and continue fucking her from behind
“who’s name did you just fucking call me?” she angry questions obviously not in the mood to fuck anymore
“i didn't say shit, you must be hearing thi-”
she cut him off knowing exactly whose name he had just called her during sex
“cherry?” she shouts, her brows frowning as she puts the pieces together
his nickname for you is almost enough to make him hard again
“that's a fucken fruit” he attempts to brush her off but his heart is racing knowing he's just been caught out
“no no no, I mean cherry as in the redhead bitch you're always looking at”
“don't,” he says a little too aggressively before calming down “don't call her a bitch”
“oh my god, you gotta be fucking joking” she mumbles under her breath
shit rafe, how are you going to talk your way out of this one?
“get out” she speaks before he even has the chance to open his mouth
without thinking twice, Rafe gets dressed and storms out the door “bitch”.
once again, rafe turned to the only thing he knows - drugs and alcohol. he spent the rest of his night snorting 3 lines of coke before drinking almost half a bottle of whiskey.
he felt like shit but it helped drown you out, even if it was only for a minute.
in his drunken state rafe didn't know what to do. he wanted to see you, hear your voice, touch your skin. he craved you as he did with no one else.
driving was not the best idea considering the fact he was intoxicated and high but that didn't stop the brunette boy from finding himself at your place in the middle of the night.
he knew you were probably asleep. he knew he shouldn't have come over. what was he expected? you to run into his arms? shame - that would never happen.
“fuck it” he thought, he's already here now. what's the harm in trying?
so he knocked on your door, who knows how many times. 5? 10? 20? he lost count as he called out your name drunkenly slurring his words and barely recognising the sound of his voice.
the lights went on in your room and he could tell he’d woken you up but he keep calling out for you, now singing your name as if that would make you come down any faster.
when the door flew open and his eyes met yours, rafe was lost on what to say.
“rafe? what are you doing here?” you yawned, slightly worried as you took in his appearance.
he was clearly drunk, arm resting above your head against the door frame as he looked down at you, his eyes barely open.
after he didn't answer for a few seconds you repeated yourself again, a little louder this time
“rafe”
rafe couldn't take his eyes off you and your voice was like music to his ears. he drank in the sight of you, standing before him, tried but gorgeous as ever in tiny black shorts that probably barely covered your ass and a loose purple top - surprisingly his favourite colour - that showed your hard nipples through the thin fabric.
“are you ok” he felt your hand on his bicep, squeezing slight as he flexed his muscles to try and get your attention.
but then he heard a noise from upstairs. his head moved straight in the direction of your bedroom, eyes now fully open almost as if he sobered up at the sound.
he knew your parents were still on the mainland and wouldn't be back for another week, so who the fuck was up there?
surely it wasn't...a guy?
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Where you and JJ are best friends but you can’t fall asleep because you’re frustrated. So he helps you relax before confesssing your feelings to each other.
Warnings: smut, cursing, fluff at the end.
A/N: first imagine, hope you enjoy <3
you couldn’t sleep. you were restless. everyone else was asleep on the other side of the boat, even jj was fast asleep next to you, but you were wide awake. no amount of shuffling or tossing and turning helped you get just a single minute of shut-eye. why? you were horny. you needed to release any of the tension that was built up in your lower region and you needed to release it fast before you lost your mind. why couldn’t you? because of your broken fucking wrist. and not just any wrist, your right hand. so you couldn’t help yourself even if you wanted to, which you really did.
you groan loudly, forgetting about the blonde boy next to you and sit up. “what? what’s wrong? is everyone okay? are you- you okay?” jj jumps up awake in his usual protective demeanor. the boy was sound asleep just seconds ago but wakes up at the sound of anything unusual or worrisome, wide awake and ready for anything. your eyes shoot towards him immediately, startled, and pout. you felt bad for waking him up because of your annoyance. “i’m sorry j, didn’t mean to wake you, ‘just couldn’t get any sleep” you apologized; leaning your head on his shoulder and you feel him lose the tension in his body, sighing. “it’s okay y/n, why can’t you sleep?”
why did he have to ask?
all you wanted to do was scream out that you were horny, that you needed any sort of relief, but you couldn’t. so instead you just said “not tired”.
“i call bullshit, you were falling asleep when we were swimming, what’s really going on?” he cocks an eyebrow up, making you huff at how attentive this boy is. “just something personal, j”. but of course he wouldn’t leave it at that, that hard headed boy is the most curious person you’ve ever met, there was no chance he would let this go. “c’mon what is it? really wanna know now.” jj whined which annoyed you to tell him.
“don’t laugh” you said while looking at him, dead serious. “i won’t! now tell me!” “i’m horny” you huff and cross your arms. there are a few seconds of silence before jj bursts out with laughter, not being able to keep it in and keep his promise to not laugh at you. “jj!” you gasp, hitting him on the shoulder. “sorry! ‘m sorry! i just-“ he wheezes while trying to stifle his laughter making you turn a deep red with embarrassment. “sorry i promise-“ he clears his throat. “why don’t you get yourself off then? i could use such a nice view” he winks which makes you mentally shake your head at yourself. “i can’t” you mumble. “why not?”. “because my wrist is fucking broken, j! are you stupid!” you spit and he laughs, resulting in you rolling your eyes.
“i can help you, ‘f you want” he suggests and for a second there you think he’s joking but you turn around to face him and see no hint of laughter or amusement. is he serious right now? god, why am i even considering this? that’s so dumb. “jj-“ you start but he cuts you off. “i’m serious! what’s wrong with a friend helping a friend out? what pogues are for right?” he desperately adds and sees you considering it which excites him being the horn dog he is. “c’mon, s’not like it’s just gonna go away without you getting off. don’t worry y/n.” “fine.”
jj’s eyes meet yours as if he were doing a double take, giving you an area you sure’ look before you nod; he sits up against the boat and pats his lap. “sit on my lap, need to have good access don’t i?” jj sarcastically asks, turning you red again as you moved over to sit on him like he asked, legs on either side of his built body. his hands grip your hips lightly before toying with the knot of your shorts, “can i take them off?”. you look up at him with surprise. you never thought jj would be one to ask if a girl were comfortable or for her consent more than once. you nod shyly, lifting your hips and legs up so he could discard your shorts away next to you, leaving you in your bikini bottoms. they didn’t leave much to the imagination, jj’s imagination.
jj trails his fingers to your clothed core, fingers lightly tracing your clit and tight hole making you let out a breath. there was a wet spot on your bottoms from your arousal which jj felt, “so wet, huh? already?” he mumbled to you, eyes looking up at you. you were shocked, you didn’t expect him to dirty talk or didn’t expect to like it so much, that you whimpered. “yeah?” jj asked, beginning to lightly rub your clothed clit, already releasing some of your sexual frustration. “yeah” you breathe out, looking down at his hands.
“jj-” you whimpered when he began to rub you a bit harder. “tell me what you want” jj almost whispers to you creating goosebumps on your body, “please, j” you whine, bucking your hips against his hands but he stops and grips your thighs to stop you from shifting. “please what?” he teases you, letting you know that unless you told him what you wanted he wasn’t going to give it to you. “want you to touch me please, really need you to touch me jj” you surprised yourself by letting out breathily. jj immediately rid you of your bikini bottoms before cupping your pussy with his warm hands.
you let out a gasp once he does that, but he quickly shoves his thumb in your mouth before using the wetness to rub your clit slowly to torture you. “more please” you whimper, trying not to buck your hips as his other hand still gripped you. “well, since you asked so nicely.” jj mumbles to you, spreading your arousal before taking his fingers into his mouth to suck on them. his fingers leave his mouth with a pop and he groans at the taste of you on his tongue, “taste so good.” taking you by surprise, jj rubs your hole before sliding two of his long digits inside to drag out a loud moan from you. “shh baby, don’t wanna wake up the others do we?” he whispers in your ear with a rough and low voice, adding another digit before pumping them in and out of you at a medium pace.
“fuck! you’re so good at this j.” you moan pleadingly hands going to his chest, shirt almost fully unbuttoned so you rest your hands on his bare skin. your eyes meet his. his eyes were no longer crystal blue, they were much darker. you didn’t know if it’s just extreme lack of light in this boat or lust, that changed the color of his eyes. but it was safe to say they captivated you. jj moves his fingers faster, adding a fourth digit before pounding them in and out of you rapidly. “j! fuck! yes, ohh” you whine loudly, resting your head on his shoulder. wet noises and your heavy moans and breaths were the only thing to be heard. “d’you like that, pretty girl? like my fingers deep in your pretty little cunt?” jj grunts in your ears, the words making you clench around him before whimpering. “yes! yes love them j, so good”
jj’s lips attack to the skin behind your ear, leaving wet open mouthed kisses before his free thumb began to rub your clit rapidly. “ohh fuck, oh-“ you close your eyes and grip his shoulders, letting out heavy breaths in his ear. you begin to tighten more around him and clench, but that doesn’t stop jj from fingering you at an ungodly speed, the wet sounds becoming louder as your arousal dripping down your legs. “that’s it, yeah. gonna cum on my fingers? gonna make a mess on me?” jj taunts you, your moans like music in his ear only making his ego so big because he was the one making you feel this way.
“jj, ‘m so close, please wanna cum.” you ask him, making the bulge he was sporting even harder now. his fingers brush against your spot, unintentionally making you whine so loudly, jj shushed you. but you couldn’t control your moans, you were on the verge of cumming. your moans only increased until jj had no other option but to shut you up by kissing you so you wouldn’t wake the rest up, muting your moans against his lips. neither of you thought you were going to kiss, you’ve never kissed before. what you were doing wasn’t a typical best friends thursday but kissing made it more intimate.
“c’mon pretty girl, show me how good i make you feel. cum on my fingers, wanna see you cum” jj encourages you between your kiss making you moan against his lips. “jj, i’m gonna- mm!” you cry out into the kiss before cumming all over jj’s hand. “yeah that’s it, cum. good girl, such a good girl.” jj smirks, looking at you as you come down from your high. but he doesn’t give you the chance to rest once he takes his fingers out and vigorously rubs your clit with three fingers making you buck your hips to try and get away. “j! can’t take more- ah, please!” you plead, already feeling overstimulated and on the edge. “gonna cum, jj” you warm him before kissing him again, his tongue dominating yours.
your body goes numb as you rest your forehead against jj’s forehead, shaking as your squirt all over the blonde boy. “oh fuck!” you cry, while jj keeps rubbing you, milking more out of you. “that’s it, yeah” he praises you once more, helping you ride out your second orgasm in less than 30 seconds. your body gives out and you lean against jj, coming down from your high with deep breaths.
“fuck.” you pant, looking up at the grinning boy already looking at you. you both laugh, “thank you jj, that was-“ you struggle to find words. “-wow” he continues for you, hands resting on your waist. he realizes what he’s doing and thinks he should probably remove them but once he does, you hands place them back making him look at you with some determination in his eyes. you begin to gather the words to form a sentence when jj smashes his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, not because he was caught up in the moment but because he wanted to, and so did you.
your hands move up to the back of his neck, playing with his soft curls while his hands rests on your jaw. your lips move in sync and it felt so right to be kissing him, your bestfriend. his hands go down to grab your ass, squeezing it possessively earning a moan from you. he groans into your mouth before pulling away to catch his breath. jj helps your put on your bikini bottoms and shorts again, but you stay on his lap, resting your body on his while one arm wraps around you and the other rests on your ass. “jj?” you call, your voice muffled against his chest. “yeah?” “think i really like you” you mumble and he laughs, kissing your forehead “really like you too, y/n”.
summary: an alternate universe where rafe and jj used to be friends before ward cameron finds out and ends their friendship for good.
warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, angst, ward cameron and luke maybank :(
pairings: jj!maybank x kook!rafe (not a ship, just friends!)
word count: 2.1k
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rafe always got what he wanted, whether it is money, drugs, alcohol or sex.
there was only one thing in this world which he couldn't seem to grasp on to no matter how hard he tried - his fathers love, and he would do anything to gain it.
ward, being the influential and powerful man that he is, was the driving force behind the whole kooks vs pogues dilemma.
nobody could recall a time when the drama between figure 8 and the cut did not exist. only two boys on the entire island were aware of the origins of the feud - rafe cameron and jj maybank.
the kook king and the southside pogue.
it might come as a shock to many but they used to be friends, good ones at that. the boys bonded over their similarities - their terrible fathers, absent mothers and addictive tendencies.
their time spent together was kept a secret as a condition agreed upon by both of them. rafe was seen as a brother figure by the younger blonde, who grew up without much guidance from his own father.
many would argue that jj was far more mature than rafe but somehow jj failed to recognise this while they were “friends”.
rafe wasn't so much of an asshole when the boys were friends. jj was laid back and this rubbed off on the older boy. he grew relaxed and did not thrive on constantly grabbing someone's attention at all times.
this did not make his father, ward happy at all.
ward was unaware of the relationship the boys had formed over the summer but he grew suspicious when rafe left every single day with a slight skip in his step.
who is he so excited to see? ward had to find out.
rafe who was only 17, had just gotten his driver’s license and surprisingly, his father let him drive one of their many cars. it was black with heavily tinted windows - everyone knew this was one of the cameron’s but the tinted windows helped hide rafe’s newfound friend from the public.
as ward followed behind rafe in his car, his face pulled into a frown when he recognised the familiar route his son was taking - the cut?
he felt the urge to pull his son over then and there but stopped himself as he wanted to see who or what he was coming to see all the way on this side of the island.
disgust filled ward’s mind as he looked around the streets he grew up on. he prided himself on making it out of here and living on figure 8.
rafe had heard the words many times from his father.
“you’re lucky to be born rich, rafe”
“if you die poor, well that's on you son”
ward only wanted rafe to be as strong as he was, if not more. his intentions may have seemed good in his own mind but his action were far from good.
as rafe pulled over in front of the broken-down house, ward paused and parked his car too. he kept his distance not wanting his son to be known of his presence just yet.
eventually, he thought, as he gripped the steering wheel.
the older man’s vision went red when he saw jj step out of the chateau, pulling rafe in for a hug by his shoulder. as the younger boy did so, he was blocked from ward's line of sight due to his son's broad shoulders and height.
he would deal with rafe once he was home.
jj and rafe hung out at the chateau for a few hours, smoking a bong before rafe decided he should head home. it was only 5 pm but ward had set some sort of curfew which for some reason, only applied to rafe and not sarah, who was younger than him.
never the less, the cameron boy listened to his father's orders not wanting to cause any more disappointment than he already had.
as rafe walked into the large mansion he called home, he passed by his father's office before looking inside and seeing his father sitting in the dark like a mad man.
“dad?” he called out, why is he sitting in the dark?
rafe flicked on the light to be met with his father's dark eyes, anger seeping out of him. rafe’s eyes travelled down to his fathers bruised and red knuckles and watched as his father gripped his hands into fists before motioning for his son to take a seat.
reluctantly, rafe walked over and sat next to his father.
“what happ-”
“shut up, rafe” his father's voice was strong and intimidating, booming through the small office.
“what were you doing on the cut” by his father's tone, it sounded like he already knew the answer.
“i wasn't on the cut, dad” his voice came out barely above a whisper.
“don't you lie to me rafe, i swear” ward cut himself off, standing up and facing away from the boy who was looking at him with widened eyes, fearful of what would happen if he told his father the truth.
although there was no feud yet surrounding pogues and kooks, ward made it clear he was not fond of the “lower life scum” as he called them.
to him, they were only good at doing jobs for him which was why he hired them to work on his boats. no pogues ever acted up in front of ward as he called the shots on the island. he could make or break you - literally.
“do you want to be a pogue?” his father was now one again facing rafe as he started him down, towering above him with eyebrows frowned as he shouted as his son.
rafe simply shook his head and fixed his eyes on his shoes not trusting his voice and knowing he was bound to cry once he looked at his angry father.
“you look at me when I'm talking to you” ward roughly grabbed his son’s jaw with his thumb and pointer finger bringing rafe’s teary eyes in line with his.
“you want to be friends with that boy? huh?” ward practically spat the words out of his mouth not even bothering to use his name knowing it would only make him madder.
“no one knows, he's not a bad person, dad” rafe surprised himself with the words coming out his mouth. he was quick to defend the pogue and this infuriated ward.
rafe would never defend his family this way.
the anger coursing through him was enough for ward to justify his next actions.
he let the words sink in for a few seconds before turning around to walk away. rafe assumed he had convinced his dad enough and got up to leave.
suddenly rafe felt himself fall back against the soft couch and a harsh burning sensation on his right cheek.
“don't ever talk to a pogue again”
rafe’s eyes didn't move from the floor as he tried to come to terms with what was happening. it was all going too fast for the boy.
“do i make myself clear, rafe?” his father asked, pressing for an answer
“yes, sir” voice timid and breathy as he tried to hold back tears as a result of his father's actions.
“good, now get out, I'm tired of looking at you”
after rafe had left, jj went back home only to be met with a strange car outside his place. it was a clean car that screamed figure 8.
before jj had the chance to turn around and leave, he was met with ward and his father calling out to him.
“get in here, boy” jj wasn't scared of his father, nor of ward cameron but just like rafe he tried to receive some validation from his father and so he followed his orders.
the thought as to why ward cameron was in his house didn't even cross the boys mind until it was too late.
luke was a bad father, if not an awful one. ward had shown up and said he needed more kids working on his boats. before ward even mentioned the pay or conditions luke was already agreeing his son would do it.
he thought he could steal some of his money for drugs.
“you're going to be working for him” lukes tone was blunt, smirking slightly as he informed his son of the job description.
“what do you say?” ward finally interjected, eager to get jj away from his father, alone where he would be weak.
luke didn't leave his son much of a chance but jj was excited to have his first job regardless of what or where it was.
“well let me show you around today, you can start tomorrow” ward said as he ushered jj towards his car.
jj looked back at his father for confirmation. luke simply raises his hand, which was occupied with a beer bottle and motioned to get in the car.
the drive was silent, no words exchanged by the two. ward didn't crack up or even offer a smile when jj made a joke, which raised suspicions in the young boy's mind.
he watched as ward keep his eyes trained on the road, fingers tightly gripping the steering while making his knuckles turn white.
jj reached for the handle of the door, only for it to be locked. shit.
the car suddenly jerked forward as it came to a harsh stop.
before he could do anything to defend himself, jj felt ward's fist meet his body and face in an endless amount of punches. blood scattered over the window as the blonde boy was punched right in the cheek.
it was no use how hard he tried to fight back, the older man being too strong to overcome. he could only take the punches being thrown at him until ward finally stopped, out of breath.
“stay away from my son” he spat, before opening jj’s side of the car and watching as his body dropped to the ground without remorse.
that night, jj didn't return home. he spent a few days at the chateau instead. when he did come home, his father was quick to question why he wasn't at work, as if he was supposed to be there 24/7.
luke beat his son worse than ward had when jj uttered out that he “got fired”.
years went by, approximately 2 and the cameron boy was now 19 years old. he had changed in many ways and so had jj. rafe trusted his father with his whole life, even though he shouldn't whereas jj has never let his guard down since.
both boys went their separate ways after each incident and never spoke again unless it was to poke jabs at each other.
jj learned to bite back when rafe beat him down with his words despite not wanting to engage in rafe’s childish behaviour. rafe used personal things against his former friend which only drove jj into a fit of hatred and detest.
rafe channelled all the frustration and anger he felt towards his father's actions into fights and abusing drugs and alcohol. he already had addictive tendencies but they only grew stronger once jj was declared an enemy of his.
just as jj suspected, rafe got new friends, who were all kooks - bet his father loved them.
jj always had the other pogues but his friendship with rafe was different, they could relate to each other in ways he couldn't without the others.
the old rafe cameron was long gone and he targeted the pogues at any chance he got nowadays. jj being one of his main targets.
if it were up to rafe, they'd still be friends, but now with the rivalry in place, there's no way. topper and kelce already had a skewed view of the pogues, which aided rafe in pretending to despise the lower class, particularly jj.
jj often recognised that look in rafe eyes when he would be excessively violent. he knew that look from his own eyes - the one he got when his father hit him.
jj let rafe take his anger out on him but always ended up fighting back, not because he wanted to but because whenever he saw rafe, he saw ward and that was enough to drive the blonde pogue to a fit of rage.
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haven’t seen anyone write anything like this i so thought id do it.
rafe and jj would be such a powerful duo ugh. maybe in another life.
taglist!: thank u so much for joining ♡ u all mwah x
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