blurb request here!! something where reader is napping somewhere in the chateau while the rest of the pogues are just in the main area talking and whatnot. reader wakes up kind of grumpy and grouchy, bc she was woken up, and just goes to jj and just hugs him just because, and everyone's just gushing ab how cute they are, etc? i love ur writing <33
when I was editing my blog and I decided to put requests in my ask box, I literally thought no one would ever request. So I really appreciate you. It means the world to me that you think of me.
Goodmorning Sunshine
sleepy!reader x jj name a better duo<33
pouges x platonic reader :)
word count: 1,935
a/n: I haven’t posted any of my writings in months, I had every intention of fulfilling requests in a timely matter. I started them as soon as I got them. Lots of things did come up in my personal life where I just couldn’t write. I have a ton of WIPS. I hope to get back to them soon. Thanks for being patient, and I’m sorry this took so long.
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Your cheek was pressed against the back of your hand as you slept. The afternoon air surrounding the château was warm as you napped. You were peacefully sleeping as the rest of the pogues talked quietly on the porch.
JJ stood leaning against the wall talking. When a particularly loud laugh or shout would occur JJ would shoot his friends a glare. Because obviously his girl was just inside, and she needed her beauty sleep.
Your glasses were still on during your slumber. They were disheveled and pressed on the bridge of your nose and near your eyebrows.
Sarah came in through the screen door to use the bathroom when it slammed shut. She cringed with her eyes crinkled shut. She carefully opened one eye and glanced at you as you whined and started mumbling.
"shit shit shit." Sarah muttered.
"I'm sorry y/n." she whispered and speeded down the hall.
You took all the sleepy strength you had in you to sit up. You palmed over your face causing your glasses to fall off over your head and land somewhere on the mattress. You frowned staring off into space when John B came in looking for another pack of beers.
"Oh no! who woke the princess?" John B smiled.
"Shut shut UP!" you grunted as you threw your pillow at him.
"Where's-" you began. To no surprise, as your first thought after your slumber tends to only be of him.
"Don't worry your boy is right outside, ok?"
You only nodded slowly in reply and squinted around the dimly lit room in search of your person.
When Sarah and John B returned to the porch they all start giving JJ worried looks and shifty eyes.
"What?" he asks.
"What did you do?" Kie asks frowning at Sarah.
JJ's body tenses and whips his head around at your entrance. His body came off from against the brick wall to face your direction.
You struggle at first with the screen door, then with a grunt, it swings open. And there you are making your way towards him and mumbling how your gonna take care of Sarah later.
It was almost zombie-like, the efforts you made to get to him. You hung your head low, pushing past the rest of the pogues and sauntering over, arms swinging at the ready.
JJ watched with adoration at your sleepy figure. It was an almost dive into his chest. You came stumbling over to him. Your face found home on his shoulder as you smoothed your arms around him.
Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you. Like he always does. He watched as you sank into him and found shelter in his embrace.
"You gonna say hello, or just make a pit stop here?" JJ asked as he ran a few fingers over your head of hair.
In response, you simply pushed your face into his collarbone and mumbled something along the lines of, "I found you."
"Always been just right here." JJ comforted.
You gave a weak hum in response, signaling you heard him. You started swaying a little in your hug. And he hugged you back a little tighter, holding you to him.
Kiara commented to the other pogues, "I thought she was going to be grumpy."
"I don't know, she looks pretty content in JJ's arms," Pope said making note of your peaceful demeanor.
Sarah who was expecting revenge smiled, "I mean look at them, It's like they're made for each other."
You felt your body relax, and your breathing started to get slower. The sun was shining on you and you felt safe. Safe leaning against him.
JJ felt your change in movement. The way you melted into him.
"Are you sleeping on me?" he asked.
You lifted your face away from his neck, "I don't know, I just-" you let out a sigh then continued, "need you. Needed to be close to you."
He took your face from resting against him and gently held it in his hands. He looked into your eyes, gazing at them like you were his only priority.
You felt the measure of his stare, and squinted right back at him.
"Or your just really comfortable and I haven't fully woken up from my nap." you poked fun.
He stroked both your cheeks delicately with his thumbs. Then with one hand holding your cheek, he carefully moved his thumb up under your eye and up against your nose. The pad of his thumb brushed the bridge of your nose.
He put his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated.
He than took his other hand and using his index and middle finger smoothed over the red patch over your eyebrow.
It was JJs turn to bust out a laugh, "These from your glasses?" He questioned smoothing over the red indents on your skin.
You whined and pushed your forehead into his shoulder, "Stop it, I was sleeping" you grumbled.
He bent down and placed a kiss to your nose, causing you to scrunch your face.
You stood up straight in his hold, moving your arms to be tossed around his neck. You bumped your nose with his. You rubbed them together and whispered over his lips, "how about another?"
JJ lips turned upwards in a ghost of a smirk, before he slowly placed them on yours. You both smiled into the kiss. It was slow and sleepy and you felt sparks.
One of JJs hands moved up and slid into your hair, cradling your head. As yours stayed loosely around his neck. JJs other hand gripped your waist.
Before the kiss could go any deeper, John B threw a empty beer can that nearly hit the two of you. It hit the wall you and your boyfriend were nearly making out on with a loud smack. It then spun around and landed by your feet.
"Hey lovebirds! Quit it will you, we don't wanna watch you suck your faces off!" John B shouted.
You turned around and shot daggers at John B. You were about to respond when JJ beat you to it.
"Oh John B your one to talk, don't act like you don't mack on Sarah any chance you get. We always have to watch." JJ then proceeded to raise his middle finger at John B.
John B was about to resort when Kiara stepped in, "It's true, you and Sarah do it more than them."
Sarah gasped while you smirked at her, "ha."
"I'd like to remind you that you and y/n just committed the crime of public displays of affection." Pope voiced and directed the attention back to JJ.
JJ put his hands up in defense, "Alright my bad, I admit it. The PDA police got me, take me away officer." He then put his wrist together and held them out towards Pope.
You laughed at JJ and his antics. Truth be told he'd do anything to make you laugh and to see your pretty smile. He was in heaven with you grinning at him like that.
"You'd go to jail for me?" you questioned softly.
He turned to you and nodded his head before he turned back to Pope and called out, "Pope! Am I under arrest?"
Pope looked around, "Yes you are, and I have three witnesses to prove it."
Sarah leaned her head on John Bs shoulder as she laughed and Kiara smiled at Pope.
"And my girl? She ain't going to jail. She didn't do anything. She's innocent, innocent I say!" JJ continued spewing testaments. That he would go to jail for you, even if a kiss was a two-person crime.
Pope got up from his seat to go mimic taking away JJ.
"Alright, If I'm going to jail anyway gotta make it worthwhile," JJ spoke in a much more calm matter.
He went to where you stood watching him with hearts in your eyes and planted a kiss on your lips. He then trailed up to your cheeks. He kissed your nose twice and peppered more kisses on your forehead and chin.
He held your face as you giggled and gasped out of breath "JJ! Stop please. JJ! I mean it."
JJ did let up on peppering your face with kisses when he kissed your lips one last time, and went down to your neck and left one single kiss there.
"JJ" you warned as his breath fanned over your neck where he just kissed.
"Don't" you pleaded, "Later."
He reclined and became face to face with you, and he whispered so only you could hear, "You'd let me go to jail for a kiss on your lips, but you won't let me give you a hickey in front of our best pals."
You looked at his twinkling eyes, and reciprocated the same tension he was giving you. You bit your lip still staring at him and nodded.
"Later." You whispered.
JJ cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips, "right" he answered.
Meanwhile, The others sipped their drinks and averted their eyes. They gave one another an eyebrow raise and a double glance from you and JJ and than back to each other.
Kiara jokingly rolled her eyes at the pair of you and went back to her conversation.
Sarah decided to get back to talking about your relationship, "I love them honestly."
"Even when they get a lovey dovey?" Kiara questioned.
"Yeah, I thought she was going to come out here and tell me off for waking her up." Sarah took a swig of her drink as she kept talking.
John B laughed.
"But she just made a beeline to him, and look at her. She so calm and relaxed." Sarah finished declaring happiness for her besties.
"Although I am a little grossed out by their lovey dovey stuff as Kie calls it, I've never seen them so happy except when their together." Pope said providing his input.
"Couple of fools in love, if i ever saw it." John B commented.
"A pogue in love with a kook, If i ever saw you and Sarah," Kie spoke directed at John B.
"Ouch. I guess I deserve that." John B got knocked down a peg.
"Excuse me," Sarah exclaimed. She started throwing her chips at Kiara.
Kie just laughed. "I'm only joking. Cut it out." throwing her hands and legs up to dodge the attack.
John B stood up for her, "She can be a pogue at heart."
Sarah gave him a tight-lipped smile and showed him, love, through her eyes.
"It's really hard to hate them when I hear the way y/n talks about him," Kie mentioned
"What really what does she say?" Pope questioned.
"Yeah, sometimes I forget she's talking about JJ when she opens up to us" Sarah added.
You had confided in your best girlfriends Kie and Sarah as they usually want the juicy details.
Kie nonchalantly replied to Pope, "Just that she's in love with him, and she's never met someone that loves her like he does."
Pope glanced at you and JJ standing up and having your own conversation. Your arms were tangled around his torso and you gazed up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.
JJ was smiling as he talked to you. He knew his friends were having their own conversation, probably about him. However, he didn't think to join in, maybe later. Right now he was with you. The only person he could ever need, ever love. His person. You.
Pope looked back towards the group, "I believe it."
TW: implied sex, swearing, fluff, mentions of underage drinking/smoking and domestic violence
You grew up living next door to the maybanks, mostly alone, you’re parents worked and weren’t the most reliable.
You first met Jj when you were 10 years old, you heard banging and yelling from next door, so you ran onto the porch to see Mr Maybank beating the shit out of jj.
You were ashamed of yourself but you froze, not knowing what to do. Until you saw Mr Maybank drive away, leaving jj at home.
You walked across the connected yard and up onto their porch.
You knocked on the door, hearing crying from inside. “Go away!” He yelled.
You knocked again.
“What?” He almost screamed as he opened the door, taken aback when he saw you. He always watched you when you stood on your porch painting for hours on end, but he never had the courage to talk to you.
You stared at each other for a moment.
“Do you wanna come over?” You blurted out, unaware of what else to say.
He just nodded and followed you back to your house, less than 30 steps away.
You lead him to your extremely neat bedroom full of beautiful paintings and books, white and green were the most prominent colors as he looked around.
“You painted these?” He asked, although he knew the answer.
“Yeah, it’s my favorite thing to do….other than read.”
He nodded. There was a silence, neither of you knew what to say.
“I heard what happened.” You spoke.
He just looked down.
“My dad does it too you know?”
“What?” He was shocked that someone could bring themselves to hurt such a sweet individual. He has seen you reading in the garden, or sitting by the water on the pier or helping injured animals.
You simply hugged him. He stood for a moment, before tears fell from his eyes and he hugged back.
After that day, you’d occasionally listen to him talk about John B, another pouge or a fish he caught that day. But you were never really that close, but he always remembered the day you hugged him, the day you made him feel like he deserved more than what he was given.
As Jj grew older you admired him a little more, tall, handsome, muscles.
And as you grew jj admired you, he never seemed to commit to a girl but hell- if he had the chance you’d be his forever.
Your long hair, sweet smile, pretty little eyes and the perfect body. You seemed like an Angel where as he seemed to carry trouble around with him.
It was one year at the bonfire, both of you were now 17 when jj saw you through the flames, beer in hand. Everyone was either drinking or smoking, dancing or talking, you sat alone, reading your book, in your own little world.
“Jj!” Pope yelled.
“Yeah.” He snapped back into reality.
“Dude!Are you staring at y/n l/n?” John B scoffed.
Jj was quiet.
“Oh my god dude, there’s no way!” Pope smiled.
“What what?”
“She’s just-“ John B shrugged.
“She’s gorgeous dude, but she’s so…I don’t know nice, you can’t have like a one night stand with her, it’s like throwing away a puppy.” Pope explained
“Imma do it”
Jj thought for a moment before walking over to you, ignoring his friends. He sat down next to you, and your head didn’t move from the pages.
“Hey.” He spoke.
“Oh.” You smiled. “Hi.”
He looked at you for a second before speaking. “Do you maybe wanna hang out with me and my friends for a while?” He asked.
It took you a second to realize he wanted to spend time with you.
You nodded and he helped you up, leading you to John B, pope and Kiara and Sarah who had now joined them.
“This is y/n everybody, and that’s John B, Sarah, pope and kie.” Jj introduced as you waved innocently.
“Hey, hi.” Everyone waved.
“You guys wanna hit the water?” Jj asked and soon enough everyone was on John Bs boat, just riding slowly along the water.
“I really like your top.” You told Sarah and her smile grew wide, immediately telling you about this store she loved.
You smiled and nodded.
“Y/n you want a beer?” Jj asked.
“I’m okay thanks…I don’t drink.” You spoke softly.
They all frowned.
“Just makes me anxious, besides when all of you are falling overboard I’ll be the designated captain.” You smiled and they all chuckled.
The night went on, smiling and talking, enjoying the air. You and jj were lying at the back of the boat playing 20 questions which ended up just being questions.
“Favorite musician ?” Jj asked staring at the sky.
“Mmm, Taylor swift.” You answered and he pushed himself up onto his elbow to look at you.
“Dude!” He exclaimed.
“What!?”
“Really? She’s so- I don’t know.” He sighs.
“Amazing, talented, gorgeous, phenomenal?” You asked. “Come on who’s yours?”
“Metallica.” He lay back down.
“Dude !” You copied.
“What?” He laughed and you just shook your head.
“Nothing they’re a great band.” You laughed again. He smiled at the sound, it gave him butterflies.
The game went on for ages until John B dropped you both off at the pier by your houses.
“Okay okay, but seriously what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” Jj asked.
“Ummm, I haven’t really-“
“Oh come on! Everyone says your so reserved and quiet I think there’s a catch.” Jj added as you both sat on the pier looking at the water.
“You know the cliff, above the water near the center of obx?” I asked and he nodded, “I once did a backflip off of there.”
“Bullshit!” He smiled.
“It is not!” You pushed his shoulder playfully.
“I bet you can’t even do a backflip.”
“Can too!”
“Prove it.” He smirked, cocking his head at the water.
“Fine….on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I get to paint you….while we listen to Taylor swift.” You smiled.
“Deal.”
You stood up and removed your baggy t-shirt to reveal your stripy bikini top, slipping off your white jean shorts, leaving them on the pier.
You caught jj’s eyes lingering a little too long and prayed he couldn’t see you blush.
“You ready?” You asked him.
“Yeah.” He smiled at you.
You stood at the edge of the pier and pushed off, doing a backflip into the water.
“Shit that’s cold!” You yelled as you surfaced.
“You alright?” Jj asked with genuine concern.
You nodded as he helped you back onto the pier.
“That was great!” He smirked.
“Okay wait here!” You yelled, quickly sprinting to your house to get your speaker and paint.
Pretty soon you were sitting on your porch in your shorts and bikini top, painting jj onto a small canvas.
“You paint people often?” He asked as Taylor swift blared into the night, she wasn’t that bad he thought.
“No! Ive got no one to paint, I mostly paint landscapes, the beach, the outer banks.” You explained.
He watched the way you focused. And smiled to himself.
“What?” You asked.
“Nothing.” He shook his head still smiling.
“What?”
“It’s just- you’re really pretty.” He spoke softer then before.
You blushed like crazy as a feeling you’d never experienced flew around inside. A buzz of bliss and admiration.
“Almost done?” Jj asked, clearing his throat.
“No, but I’ve got the basics down, just need to shade and stuff-“ you paused when you head all too well start to play.
You smiled.
“What?” He asked.
“I love this song.”
He almost laughed at your excitement.
You stood up and helped him off the floor as well.
“Dance with me?” You smiled all giddy like a child playing with their favorite toy.
“I don’t dance.” He shook his head.
“Please!” You started swinging his hands.
He sighed heavily as he spun you around, and you giggled happily.
The hold you had over him was unreal, especially considering you barely knew each other.
You mouthed the lyrics dramatically as he laughed. His smile made you happy.
He grabbed your hips and you swayed as the song slowed, and jumped around when it picked up, spinning and singing for 10 whole minutes. Jj hadn’t had this much fun in years.
He saw the sky start to turn orange, signaling the sunrise. “Come on.” He pulled you by the hand towards his house.
“Where are we going?” You asked grabbing your shirt and your book.
“You’ll see!” See smiled and dragged you towards his bike.
He climbed on but you stopped.
“You scared?” He asked.
“A little.”
“Don’t be. I’ve got you.” He spoke in such an assuring manner that you climbed on to the back of the bike, arms loosely around his waist.
As the bike moved forwards your grip tightened dramatically. He smiled, the feeling of you so close made him weak.
Your eyes were shut tightly as you felt the bike climb up hill until the road felt flat again.
“You seeing this?” He shouted over the wind.
You shook your head against his back.
“Oh come on n/n!” He smiled.
The nickname made you flustered as you opened your eyes and saw the sun peaking over the ocean, the sky red and orange.
“It beautiful.” You whispered.
“Perfect for you then.” Jj spoke.
There was that feeling again, and it only heightened as he sped up, climbing higher and higher, up on the island.
You giggled. “WHOOOOHOOOOO.” You screamed and laughed again. Jj laughed too and copied you.
When you reached the highest point in the outer backs jj pulled you to the edge of the cliff where you both sat. Just in time to watch the sunrise.
“This is amazing.” You smiled.
“Isn’t it?”
You both watched the sun on the water for a while in a comfortable silence, legs swinging off the ledge. Feeling more alive than ever.
You turned to jj at the same time he turned to you, realizing how close you were.
He examined your face and you examined his.
He glanced at your lips. “Jj.” You whispered.
“Mm.” He hummed still staring at your lips.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You spoke so softly, almost embarrassed you looked down.
“Then you’re all mine.” He lifted your chin and your lips collided.
Passion exploding inside of you.
His lips were softer than you expected and he pulled you closer as your hands played with his hair.
you pulled away smiling shyly at him. “You’re beautiful n/n.”
Normally he would be taking you back to his place by now, but you were different than the other girls he’d gone out with. You were sweet, and smart, kind and worth spending time with.
“Thank you…for everything.” You smiled. He frowned. “This is the most fun I’ve had in…forever.”
“Me too.”
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It only took 2 weeks for you to officially start dating.
Jj quickly became your best friend and you became his.
You would lie under the willow tree behind your houses, his head on your stomach as you read to him. He didn’t admit it but that was his favorite thing to do, hearing you read.
He taught you how to surf, he was cocky at first until you got the hang of it and we’re almost as good as him…almost.
One day you got knocked of your board and something stung you, Jj quickly stopped cheering you on along with pope and Sarah when he noticed your face.
He helped you onto the beach most of your leg was red and purple, and some blood poured from it.
“Shit baby are you okay?” Jj asked, looking more scared than you.
“Yeah just hit some coral or something when I fell.” You spoke, face twisted in pain.
“C-can you walk?” He asked and you simply shook your head.
“Pope call the ambulance.” He spoke firmly.
“Pope!” Jj yelled so frantically both Sarah and pope sprinted to go find help.
Jj was so protective over you it was a little concerning at times.
“Jayj- I’m okay.” You half smiled at him and he shook his head frantically, picking you up bridal style to take you closer to the road where the ambulance would be.
You were fine a week later, and it was no big deal but Sarah swears she’s never seen anyone look as terrified as Jj was that day.
But you had seen him more scared, more protective…only once.
When he saw you sitting by the pier and he walked over to surprise you, only to realise that you were crying as he got closer.
“Hey it’s okay! What’s wrong baby!” He sat down and tried to hug you when he realised your lip was bleeding and you’d eye was black.
He pulled you into him as you sobbed. “Who did this to you?” He asked. Angrier than ever. Who the fuck would lay a finger on his girl. His sweet y/n.
“Was it your dad!?” He asked.
You just nodded. You had held him as he cried many times after an encounter with his father, cleaned him up and told him you loved him many times. But he had never seen you like this.
“I’ll kill him.” He stood up.
“Jayj- he left, gone to Vegas or some shit!” You called.
All these bad experiences only made you love him more.
But so did the good times. Like when he took you dancing by the beach. Or when you’d paint and he’d just talk to you like nothing else mattered, or when you’d get a new outfit or a bikini and he’d tell you that you were gorgeous and kiss you like it was the first time.
Or when he took you fishing, he would fish and you would read.
Or when he finally admitted that he’d become a swiftie and that it was strictly between the two of you.
Jj swore you were an Angel that was sent to even out his evil. When he got angry you’d calm him down, you’d make sure he never smoke or drink too much, you kept him healthy.
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About 6 months into your relationship jj decided to tease you a little. While you were cooking he hugged you from behind and you smiled.
“I love you.” He whispered. “I love you too.” You answered.
“Stand over there.” He pointed to a spot in the lounge.” Before you could ask why he gave you a look that said trust me.
So you did.
“What now?” You asked as he stood in front of you.
“This.” He whispered as he smiled, slamming you into the wall, pinning you there while his other hand grabbed your thigh and wrapped it around his hip. He smiled into the kiss and you smiled wider and slid out from his grasp giggling like a little kid.
He remembered that from one of your books.
“You like that?” He asked as you were still flustered.
You nodded excitedly.
“Let’s do that again.” You pointed to your bedroom. “In there.” You smirked.
His eyes widened. “You sure you’re ready n/n?” He asked, you’d been putting it off for months, scared because it was new.
But you knew jj was who you wanted to be with forever. “Because you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He spoke.
It only made you more sure you were ready.
“I’m sure let’s goooo.” You smiled walking towards your room.
“Not gonna say no to that.”
You were safe with him and he was safe with you.
Sure he was loud and you were quiet, he was messy and you were neat. And sure you seemed like polar opposites but he was yours.
It was the silly things he did that allowed you to loosen up a little, be more like yourself and be less reserved. The way you joked with each other or the way you jumped up and down when you were excited, the way he licked your cheek and you lick him back with a frown. The way he’d grab your ass in public just to make you jump. Or how you’d drag him around the bookstore for hours.
Why do you love me? - "The Scare" - Rafe Cameron Series
Chapter two is here! Enjoy. Please understand that I am a college student and the chapters are short!
btw, this series is a slowish burn between the reader and Rafe
warnings?: A tiny TINY bit of angst, swearing!!
Anyways, happy reading and comment on your ideas for this series:)
my love,
skarsgardwise
"Stop it, dude. You're destroying my puzzle!" You squeak out, swatting at JJ's grasping hands for the puzzle pieces. "It doesn't seem right!" "It appears to have been hit by a car," JJ responds. You froze at his remark and slowly turned to face him. JJ's eyes squint at you, unsure of what you're going to do next.
"You're the one who appears to have been hit by a car!" You stand up and bite back, getting close to JJ's face. Your remark causes his eyes to widen and his mouth to gape open. "Did you-" he tries to respond, but you quickly respond.
"I did say it! You, pufferfish!"
JJ was at a loss for words. Your remark completely stunned him. Does he really resemble a pufferfish? His mouth was still agape. "JJ, you might want to close your mouth before the flies start coming in," another deep voice says, slapping JJ on the back. "By the way, nice comeback y/n," he continues.
"Thank you very much, John B!" You bow down and salute him, smirking at him. "The show is over, people! Come back the next time!" You added to it.
JJ slowly turns around and walks toward the mirror in the corner of John B's room. He examines his face and hair. The realization dawns on him quickly. "Oh my god," he exhales. He quickly spins around to face you and John B. "I do look like a pufferfish!" he exclaims as he falls to his knees.
You and John B both roll your eyes at each other. "How come we're best friends with him?" you wonder. "Do not ask me; ask yourself. "You first became friends with him," he responds to your question. You scoff at his response and hit on JB's shins. He collapses to the ground, groaning in agony. Trying to rub the pain away to make it go away. "What the fuck!" he exclaims.
That is correct. You did first become best friends with JJ. Yall practically grew up and lived together. You both had bad parents and relied on each other. Then JB entered the picture, and you've been the trio ever since.
“Y/n! You need to start treating my knees with respect; they don't deserve this." JB squeaks out, groaning in agony. You sighed and rolled your eyes. Men are always dramatic, regardless of the situation... "Look at me, JB," you demanded, your face solemn. He looks up, perplexed by what you're doing.
"Do you see my face? "Do I look like I'm giving a fuck?" you ask calmly. He sighs and lowers his gaze to the ground. "No..." he says.
“Exactly. Get up, pussies. We've got work to do!" You clap your hands, grab your belongings, and leave the house. JJ and JB exchange a look, their lips pursed. "Is it possible that she is using drugs?" JB inquires JJ, who looks at him as if he is stupid.
You arrived at the beach to spend time with Kie and Pope. You got out of twinkie, shut the doors, and went to the back of the car to get some stuff for later. JB swings open the back door, almost hitting you in the face.
“Aye! "Watch out, bastard!" you yell at JB. "It's okay princess," JJ says as he stifles a laugh. His hand rubbing your back. "Oh, quiet down, you little bitch!" You snap back, your gaze fixed on him. He laughs at your retort.
"You're really feisty today!"
You sigh, ignoring his remark. JJ smirked to himself when he saw you upset. He grabs both of your hips and lifts you off the ground, slinging you over his shoulder as he sprints to the water. You squeak in response to the sudden movement.
“JJ! I swear to fucking God, don't throw me in the water!" You threaten him by slamming your fists into his back. He laughs at your comment. He was getting closer to the water. He threw you into the water as soon as he arrived.
You were quickly submerged when you felt the cold water touch you. You could feel your anxiety rising quickly, and you felt like you couldn't swim back up. It was awful; you couldn't feel anything. Then you noticed your eyes closing.
You were suddenly pulled up by frantic hands gripping your waist. You gasp for air because there is no water around you. You blinked quickly as you opened your eyes. Your gaze met JJ's, who was holding your cheeks and looking around to make sure you weren't hurt. You could see the panic in his eyes as he looked for any indication that you were okay.
"JJ," you said quietly. He didn't hear you because he was too focused on his thoughts. He felt like a jerk after what he did to you. You have a firm grip on his wrist. "JJ!" you yell at him. He finally fixes his gaze on you.
"I'm fine," you say quietly, afraid that saying anything louder will scare him away. You gradually relax your grip on his wrist. He exhales loudly, relieved that you were not hurt. "I can't lose you now," he said, bringing his forehead to yours. "Never, ever."
Summary: You're tired of Rafe constantly being aggressive and violent, but Rafe can’t stand to lose you.
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: fighting, talk of drugs, angst(lots of it), blood, hints of self harm, fluff(if you squint), possibly some un edited work
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A knock came to your white trimmed window, at 2:30 am. It had to be Rafe, he’d been doing this a lot recently.
He kept getting in trouble, with the law, with his dad, with anyone at all at this point. He wanted a reason to fight, any reason would do. He always ran to you, of course, you didn’t mind, but it was getting too much.
He had started to lash out at you, never physical. That boy could never hurt you. Ever. Not a single finger would ever hurt you.
You got up from your bed to open the window, his back facing you.
“You can’t keep coming this late love,” you pushed it open and he turned around. His face covered in his own blood, his shirt stained from his and probably another’s.
He grips the window seal to hoist himself over and into your room. His ring-clad fingers cut up, his knuckles raw and bloody.
You frowned, why did he have to keep being so violent? Why couldn’t he just be normal Rafe anymore?
He was standing staring at you, his eyes dark, his hair frazzled.
You placed a hand to his chin, rubbing your thumb along the jawline, where a large bruise was. He flinched slightly, your frown growing bigger as you drop your hand to take his. You bring him to your bathroom.
“I wish you wouldn’t keep doing this,” Sitting him on the closed toilet.
“What else was I supposed to do?” He said, a harshness in his words. You grabbed the hydrogen peroxide out of the cabinet.
He was picking at his scabbed knuckles frantically, not looking you in the eye.
“Rafe,” you said, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands from him.
You took a hydrogen peroxide-soaked cotton ball and dabbed the wounds. He tensed at the feeling but still never looking up.
“Rafe?” you say this time with more annoyance in your voice.
Finally, his head slowly moves up, his eyes meeting yours. There’s a sadness in them now.
“Tell me what happened please?” You asked, your hand moving to his neck, rubbing your thumb to comfort him.
“I-I don’t even know,” he said, his eyes filling with sadness and the slightest bit of rage.
You took another cotton ball, dabbing the cut where his cheek had split between the puncher's hand and cheekbone. He winced before continuing.
“Some guy told me that- well that-“ he paused and tensed his jaw while you kept dabbing the wound, “well he said that you were well I don’t want to repeat the things he said about you,”
“And so you got into a fight?” You asked, now applying a topical cream to the wounds.
“I couldn’t just let-“ you cut him off.
“Stop getting into useless fights, I don’t care what someone says about me. You’re just hurting yourself,” your frown grows, and you can feel the corners of your mouth dropping more.
“But,” he said standing up.
“No, no but Rafe. Now sit back down and let me put a Band-Aid on it,” Your temper grew shorter and shorter the more you think about the past week. He was here every single night after a physical fight.
The first night, his calf burnt after riding his dirt bike on the gold course, purposely causing chaos.
The second, his elbows were badly cut and his eye bruised after a scuffle with Barry about money.
The third, he ran into JJ and just had to make a remake to get himself choked, visible fingertip marks on his throat.
And tonight, with his cheek busted open and bloody knuckles from reopens wounds, all because someone made crude remarks about me.
You placed the bandage on his cheek and held his head in your hands, you wanted to slap some sense into him but that would be the opposite of your point.
You pulled him into a hug, his head against your chest, “No more fights this week, I’m not kidding,” you pulled his head up to look at you, “now go to bed.”
He said nothing as he got up and stripped to his boxers. You placed a towel on the pillow, in case any excess bleeding occurred. He climbed under your covers. You climbed in shortly after, he lay flat on his back as you placed your head on his chest and arms around his torso.
You woke to steady breathing, it was Friday. You planned to keep Rafe with you all day so there was no chance for him to get into a fight.
You yawned, stretched, and stood. Not long after Rafe stretched with soreness in his movements.
“Let’s go to the beach today?” You asked, pulling a tank top over your bikini.
“Is that a question or a statement?” He asked through a yawn, referring to how you already had your swimsuit on.
“Get up and hurry,” you said with a smile, leaving the room to get breakfast.
You hurried to Rafe’s truck and he sped to his house. After that you finally reached the beach, just the two of you sitting on a large towel soaking up the sun.
After that the day seemed to move slowly, it dragged on through lunch, and shopping, and then dinner.
A party had been talked of and that made your stomach churn, parties were prime real estate for a fight. Especially if pogues would be attending. Rafe never turned down an opportunity to punch a Pogue.
You arrived at the party pretty late, drinks were handed to you instantly. Rafe disappeared, showing back up with pupils huge and black. His hands shook intensely. You linked arms and started to walk outside.
“Let me know when sloppy seconds are available,” some said for Rafe, it was some random pogue.
“Say that again,” Rafe gestured by cupping his ear to hear better.
“Rafe don’t,” you tried to pull him away but he shook you off.
“You wanna fucking say that again buddy,” his voice raising it made you shudder. You knew what was coming.
“I want your sloppy seconds,” the pogue said, closing the gap between him and Rafe.
Rafe threw the first punch, hitting him right in the nose, blood began gushing instantly.
“Rafe,” you screamed as they began throwing fast punches.
You tried to grab at his arms, he swung his arm back, his fist still clenched, it hit you in the nose. You stumbled back in Topper, he pushed Kelce towards Rafe. Topper held your nose and tilted your head back.
Finally, it became quiet, Kelce had pulled Rafe off. Rafe was huffing his chest, oblivious to his surroundings.
“Don’t ever talk about her again,” he said, finally turning around to see you, blood down your chin and chest, head tilted back in Topper's hands.
“I-I’m sorry,” he said, his act softening instantly. He came to walk over, you put out your hand to stop him.
“No,” you said, you pulled your head forward keeping your hand on your nose.
You walked farther from the crowd, Rafe following.
“I’m done Rafe,” you said, he looked defeated with his other eye being punched and the other severely bruised, “I can’t handle this anymore, I can’t handle all the violence,” he looked even more defeated. His knuckles were bloody and re-opened yet again, his cheek bleeding again, his shirt bloody and his mouth blood soaked as well.
“Y/n just-“ you cut him off, “No Rafe it’s over,” you turned walking towards the house. Topper had begun to walk towards you with an ice pack.
“Y/n!” yelled, Kelce walking to hold him back so you could leave.
“Can you take me home,” you asked, grabbing the ice pack, he nodded, grabbing his keys.
The car ride back was silent, not a word spoken. The only noise being your phone ringing over and over, text messages spamming.
I’m so sorry
I really didn’t mean to
Please talk to me
Please answer
Y/n I’m sorry please
Y/n
There was no excuse, if he wasn’t so blinded by rage then maybe he would’ve been aware of his surroundings and actions. You were livid but you wouldn’t sink to his level and act out the same.
Topper pulled into your driveway unlocking the doors.
“He didn’t mean it (ur nickname),” his face was sympathetic. “I’m sure he didn’t, but I can’t handle his violent actions anymore,”
You got out of the car, grabbed your bag, and went inside your house, and to your room. You decided a shower was needed, the hot water running over your face and coloring the water a dirty brown.
Rafe had become so unfamiliar. The boy that once showered you in gifts and kisses, turned into the boy that was short-tempered and aggressive. And now into the boy who was so blinded by his anger, he could hurt the so-called love of his life. It pained you to watch, but there was only so much you could do.
You hopped out of the shower, the things he’s bought you surrounding you. Memories flooding into your head, all the times he’s slept over, so much of your teenage years spent with him. Most being the most loving and magical of your life, and now…well he wasn’t Rafe, he wasn’t anyone you ever remember meeting.
You mindlessly grabbed Rafe’s shirt, lifting it over your head and pulling it down. The smell of Rafe’s cologne filled your nose, the sweet woodsy smell reminding you even more of how much you loved him. Tears brimmed your eyes and you collapsed on your bed.
You held a handful of the shirt to your nose as you curled into a small ball on your bed. You wiggled under the covers, hiding your body and head underneath. You let out shaky breaths as tears streamed down your face. Wailing out occasionally, no one was home. No parents to comfort you. Your only friends at the party.
You cried, soaking your pillow, your wet hair soaking your blanket. You slowly and eventually dozed off, calming yourself in the process.
You blinked yourself awake, realizing the noises coming from your window yet again. There was a loud banging on the window, a lot harsher than usual.
You rolled your eyes and lifted yourself out of bed. You combed your fingers through your hair and then turned the unlock to the window.
Of course, it was Rafe, he was disheveled. Hair messy, nose bleeding. Not this again.
“Look I’m really sorry and I’m-“ he was beginning to climb through the window, talking fastly while doing so.
“Rafe I don’t want to hear it anymore,” you stared at him, you felt yourself sinking.
“Y/n,” his eyes look sunken, no doubt from getting punched but also darkened and intensely sad.
“Let’s get you cleaned up so you can go,” you pulled him to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. Wasting no time to dab a wet washcloth to the dried blood.
“Y/n I- I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking with sadness. His eyes began to brim with tears.
“Rafe I really don’t wanna do this right now, it’s 4 am and I’m sick of this shit, I don’t wanna do it anymore,” you snapped, still keeping your voice level. His eyes became sadder if that was even possible.
“Y/n just listen please,” he grabbed your hand away from his face, which had begun to rub the washcloth too harshly against his sensitive skin.
“I really- I-I’m really sorry, I’ll stop, I promise I’ll stop all the fighting and the violence and I’ll stop everything,” he was stuttering more than ever, words spilling out of his mouth without reason. His eyes looked up to you, his hand still gripping your wrist.
Tears brimmed at his eyes once again, you didn’t know what to do.
“R-Rafe you’re just so unfamiliar now, I feel like I don’t know you,” you paused, Rafe, letting go of your wrist and dropping but hands to the side of your body. “You’re so- so violent,”
“I promise I’ll stop,” tears began to stream out of his eyes.
You said nothing while reapplying a Band-Aid to his cheek.
“I promise,” he moved his hand to grab your hand again, “I can’t lose you,” He whispered under his breath.
“Three strikes Rafe, and I’m not kidding,” You held his hand back. He embraced your torso, still keeping his seat on the toilet. His head was in your chest, you hugged his head. You stayed in that embrace, taking in the smell of his cologne. You felt wetness soaking onto your chest and heard him sniffle. Maybe he was actually going to change this time.
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This went through like 3 different stages and this is the final result lol, lmk what you think <3
