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Good fucking lord I love a good story that stamps out any happy ending i eat that shit up 😭🫶🫶

in London: but in my mind I play it back

Rafe x Reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Note: Another random drabble idea that popped into my head. This can be read as a stand-alone but it is the same Rafe and Reader as in London: I break done cause you're not around I might continue doing angst drabbles for this and by that I mean I have one other idea rattling inside my brain for this universe.

Not KS related.

Word Count: 914

Summary: Rafe sees her for the first time in years. He learns something that shows him he needs to let go.

He didn’t want to wake up today. Something was telling him to stay in bed a little longer and take his time.

He’s older now, more disciplined. Even on his day off he has to be out of bed and doing something. Today it was going to the grocery store. 

He freezes when he sees her in the parking lot as he’s grabbing his reusable bags from the backseat of his truck. Her hair looks freshly cut and styled. The breeze makes her look like she’s just stepped out of a magazine shoot. 

She looks older,  grown up and just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. His breath is shallow as she turns around with the empty shopping cart ready to put it away. 

Their eyes meet for the first time in years. Hers go wide when she notices him. 

He didn’t want to wake up today. 

“Hey.” He says awkwardly. He’s fidgeting with the straps of the bags in his hand and bouncing from one foot to the other. 

“Hi.” She gives him a small wave, her body turned, slightly as she pushes the shopping cart into another one. 

“How are you? Been a long time.” He walks closer to her but keeps a good distance between them.

She bods agreeing with his statement, “I’m well! How have you been?” 

“Good, yeah, no I’ve been good.” Her body is still halfway turned to him. Showing him that she can’t stay for long. 

“You look good.” He has no filter when it comes to her. Wants to be polite and not tell her that he’s still in love with her. That he’ll probably never not be. 

“Thank you. You too.” She motions in the direction of her car, opening her mouth to say something but he cuts her off.

“Are you here to see family?” She doesn’t come to the outer banks anymore. No one ever sees her around. She lives in London. That’s all he knows. He thinks back to the days when he knew every little thing about her. The smell of her perfume, how many sugars she took in her coffee, the looks she gave him and the meanings behind every little micro expression. When she loved him.

“Uh-“ she swallows and smiles, “I’m here for my wedding.”

His mouth goes dry. His hands start to shake so he puts them in fists and digs his nails into his palm to stop the pain from spreading into his heart. She stares at him, a soft smile still on her lips. She’s so beautiful he could die right now and be content with it. Seeing her happy would be enough for him even if it’s not directed at him like it used to be. 

She’s getting married. The girl he gave a promise ring to in their last year of high school is getting married and it’s not to him. Because he fucked up. Because she stopped looking at him like that the minute he betrayed her. His heart aches. It tells him to do something. To tell her that he loves her, get on his knees, and beg her to run away with him. It screams at him to stop the wedding. To fight one more time and leave a fire in his wake so she has no choice but to follow. 

He can’t do that to her. He ruined her one too many times, he’s hurt her enough. She deserves better than him. She deserves to be happy. Deserves someone who didn’t sleep with her best friend. It hurts. It kills him to think this way. He wishes he could be the guy waiting on the other end of the aisle. He isn’t. Not in this life at least. He only has himself to blame. 

“Congratulations.” He tells her. His hands still in fists at his side. 

“Thank you!” She smiles wider, “It was nice to see you, I should get going.” She goes to turn around again but he can’t let her leave. Not yet. 

“Are you happy?” He swallows.

She nods at him, “so happy.” His heart leaps for her once more. 

“Good. Yeah, you deserve that.” 

“Thank you, Rafe.” He hasn’t heard her say his name without hostility in such a long time. He melts at the sound of it leaving her lips. 

He loves her. God does he love her. 

And he lost her. 

“Bye, Rafe.” She waves.

“Bye.” He whispers to himself, watching her walk away and get into her car. 

The next time he sees her, if he sees her, she’ll be married. The woman he loves will be gone. 

Anyone who knows him will know that after all these years he was still holding out hope. He thought that one day he would gather enough courage to go find her in London and make her believe him when he told her he had changed. He would fight for her and their love and he would be the one to get down on one knee and ask her for forever. 

He dreamed that they would bump into each other at the beach by Tannyhill because she would be drawn there by their memories and he would ask her to come inside and they would start their journey back to each other. 

She’s getting married. This weekend she’s getting married. 

That alone leaves him empty of all the hopes and dreams.

He lets go. 

He didn’t want to wake up today.

Someone had to speak the truth. loveharlow for president 🗣🗣🗣

my unpopular obx opinions that no one asked for (unfiltered and in detail)...

Sarah cheating on John B was not unexpected. She ran into the arms of Topper Thornton whenever the opportunity presented itself which bring me to my next point...

Sarah does not like being a pogue. I believed she liked the initial freedom and adventure but when shit gets tough, she runs back to what reminds her of her old life (*cough cough* Topper). She has the luxury of being on the fence of Kook and Pogue sometimes.

Pope is technically the real main character of the show. On paper, yes, the show is about John B finishing the treasure hunt that his father started. BUT, after season 2, it was clear that the entire treasure itself revolved around Pope, a direct descendant of the man the treasure belonged to and I don't think we got enough of that.

Pope is a stronger character than he is presented to be. I think the show highlighted his self-defense capability in seasons 2 and 3 but it's widely ignored that this man has gone up against Rafe on multiple occassions and lowkey beat his ass. (Rafe beat his ass too but still).

Kiara will forever be wrong for how she did Pope. She treated him like SHIT. Like, if I was Pope, I genuinely could not be friends with her after like. P4L my ass. And then there are people who call him butthurt but if the roles were reversed...Hardcore Kie fans can defend her all they'd like but after a certain point, there was no excuse for her to be leading him on the way she did. She knew she didn't like him in that way and that's very clear from the start of season 2, but she proceeds to sleep with him and then tell him off.

Ward is a better father than Big John. Y'know, I pondered on this for a bit. And I am standing by it. Big John would break both of John B's legs and throw him onto a set of train tracks if it got him closer to finding the gold and excuse it by saying some shit like "But you didn't die, did ya, Bird?". Like that man was ALIVE for almost an entire year and made no attempt to contact his son. Ward is a criminal by all means but most of the time, at least what we saw as viewers, he was doing it for Rafe.

Cleo deserves more screen time and a better backstory. I know she's a new character and all but like WHAT'S HER LAST NAME?? Like does she not have one? Is she not real??

(edit) Kiara is very insensitive to the feelings of her friends and overall generally self-centered. She literally acts like her parents are the worst in the world. I get it, they don't like her friends and they are indeed hypocritical towards the pogues considering her father was one. But in season 2, she gets in the car and says "this shit would be so much easier without parents" next to JJ, aka the one with an abusive father. Not to mention, she's seen how John B fell apart after his father disappeared and how hard it's been for Sarah to go against her father.

CLEOPOPE BEST SHIP.

Anyway, I did this out of boredom. I had to take a break from actual writing for a moment.

𐙚 magestic ahh lighting 𐙚

he so smexy tho🤭

slag for the dad and son ngl

Ward with trophy wife reader and an age gap, like she is Rafe age

18+, MDNI !!

—oooo, she’s young but she’s his baby 100%. Hanging off his arm like a pretty piece of eye candy, pressing kisses to his neck and leaving lipstick prints for everyone to gawk over. She gets her nails done every week ‘n goes to her hair appointments by herself, but when it’s clothes… ohhh boy, Ward is jumping to drive her wherever she wants. Especially when it’s Victoria’s Secret ‘n he gets to pick out a sweet little babydoll slip for her to wear for him— probably smth pink ‘n frilly cs he knows that’s how she likes it. Ooo and he’s on his phone because of business ‘n it frustrates her sm while they’re shopping :( so she lets him watch as she changes into it, posing in front of the mirror the instant he looks up from his phone, pushing up the hem of the slip so she can show him her pretty little panties.

“You’re always at work,” she says, whining, but he’s already up from his seat and trailing his hands in between her thighs. “Never pay attention t’me anymore, daddy.”

“No attention, hm?” And he’s mean with it as he grabs the lace hem of her panties up, yanking the fabric in between her cheeks. She lets out a tiny mewl, her forehead hitting the cold mirror in front of her. “Givin’ you attention right now, honey, am I not?”

“Daddy, not here.”

“Do you want this set?” At her silence, a small pout on her face even though her hips are moving right up against his crotch, he growls. “Then yes, baby, right here. Take it off. Now.”

…….🍽

TO be a star, you must burn | r.c.

Pairing: pornproducer!rafecameron x starlet!reader

Summary: For the price of fame, you give your body to porn producer, Rafe Cameron.

Warnings: 18+ smut ( p in v ), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, Reader gets her body examined, fingering, cursing, Naive reader(?), filming sex, Rafe takes advantage of reader for the sake of "fame", Rafe's kinda a sleazeball/manipulative in this, hinted reader is a stripper

Word count: 2.2k

You feel a twinge of embarrassment as you make eye contact with the woman standing in the corner of the room. You recognize her as the one who spotted you at ValleyDolls Lounge, the woman who told you, "Rafe Cameron can make you a star," while handing you a business card with just a telephone number on it. 

You notice the woman's lack of interest as Rafe's muscular hand gropes your plump left breast, and with his slender fingers, he pinches your nipple. 

Your nipple pebbles at the exposure of his pinch, and you feel your body hairs prickle up at the exposure of the ceiling fan that spins over your head. 

"You uh, you aren't a mother are you?" He asks, his hands now roaming down to your nether lips. You suck your teeth at the feeling of the cool breeze prickle your pussy as Rafe uses his thump to pull your left fold back.

"No, sir." You try to say with confidence, but ultimately, your voice comes out coaxed in a shaky fear. 

"I can tell." Rafe mutters, face inching closer and closer to your cunt. 

You resist the urge to close your legs consciously, but the option to do so has been prohibited, as Rafe's hand, the one not examining your pussy, holds a tight grip on your hitched knee. 

For a second, you look up at the spiraling ceiling and let out a long sigh to calm your bustling nerves. Looking away from the ceiling fan, cerulean eyes beam at you in interest. 

"You have a pretty pussy." Rafe boyishly smiles at you, now keeping his hands to himself.

You blush at his words as getting told you have a "Pretty Pussy" isn't something you're complimented on a daily, so naturally, you hide your blush behind the palm of your hand. 

"Would you agree?" Rafe asks, now going into the black duffle bag beside his desk. 

"Huh?" 

"Do you think you have a pretty cunt." This time, Rafe restated with a tantalizing tone, telling you you had no choice but to agree, so you nodded. 

"Good." Rafe smiles. "Not a lot of girls can say that, you're one of the lucky ones." 

From the duffle bag, Rafe pulls out a chunky camera--the kind they shoot movies with. Hence, a smile began to form on your lips. From the sight of the camera and from Rafe calling you "Lucky." 

The butterflies in your stomach went up the octave at the sight of the camera; this was going to be your big break.

Rafe calls to the woman in the corner: "Hey, Sarah, do me a favor and tell all the other girls waiting in the hall to come back tomorrow. I want to focus on Y/N today." He smirks. 

And just as the woman--Sarah--goes to do so, while turning the doorknob of Rafe's office, Rafe tells her: "Oh, and don't bother me for the next hour or so, and let everyone else know that as well." 

Though he'd been talking to Sarah, Rafe's eyes stayed on you the entire time, causing the butterflies to multiply. 

When Sarah's gone, silence takes its course as Rafe sets up his camera, facing the lens to the plush white couch on the side of Rafe's office.

The silence makes you remember that you were wholly bare and how odd it had been, so you ask Rafe if you could put your clothes back on.

"Y'know, it's not normal for pretty women like you to be ashamed of her body." 

As your eyebrows begin to curve in an upward pout, and you start to protest, Rafe tells you: 

"It's really off-putting for a guy like me." 

"W-what is that supposed to mean?" You question. 

Rafe motions his head for you to take a seat on the couch, and you do so, hopping off the edge of his desk (where you were once getting examined on), bare feet plopping on the cold tiled ground of Rafe's office. 

As you sit on the couch, Rafe stands behind the camera lens, half of his face covered by the camera.

"What I mean is: You being ashamed of being naked in front of me means you're not ready to be a star." Rafe says in a condescending tone.

"I'm am ready to be a star!" you protest. "I swear!"

You didn't tell Rafe that you could recite any type of monologue-- a soliloquy, dramatic, or operatic--but something told you this isn't what Rafe wanted to hear.

"Really?" He smirks. You nod your head as if you were a bobble head. "Prove it to me." Rafe says.

Right then, you notice the camera's red light blinks on and off, meaning he is now recording. 

"You ever fucked on camera before?" Rafe asks you.

You hadn't before, so you shake your head 'no'.

"Have you ever fucked ever, before?" He then goes to asks.

You had yet to have a long list of guys like the girls you worked with at ValleyDolls lounge, something you always felt slightly embarrassed about. 

You tell Rafe your body count: a whopping number of two.

And behind the camera, you can see Rafe beginning to smile.

"So you're not ran through." He mutters to himself, which you don't think was meant for your ears.

"I could tell your pussy was tight." He says snobbishly.

"Really? How so?" you naively ask Rafe, intrigued by his all-knowing of this without ever being inside you. 

Rafe takes this opportunity to step from behind the camera and sit beside you on the couch. 

"Open your legs for me," he tells you, and as you do so, Rafe praises you with a "Good Girl." 

Without warning, Rafe takes his pointer and middle finger, lightly tracing it down the flesh of your stomach and to your core, where he goes to plunge them inside of your cunt, but as foreseen, you're too tight, and Rafe can only get one finger in. 

"See, told you, you're too tight. I don't know how you're going to be able to take a dick inside of you." 

Your cunt burns at Rafe's impeccable intrusion, and you feel yourself let out a little mewl as Rafe teases your core by curling his finger deep inside of you. 

"Doesn't this feel good, Y/N?" 

You shyly nod, something in your mind telling you that this isn't right, but fuck, why did Rafe's one finger have to feel so good? And why did knowing you were being filmed on camera turn you on so much? 

Besides, this was for your dream of becoming a star, anyway. 

"There you go, sweetheart. Now you're starting to relax." Rafe coos as the sound of your gushy cunt accompanies the noises of your little pants and moans. 

"I'm going to add another finger." Rafe warns you. 

And as said, Rafe plunges another finger in, simultaneously stretching you out for his dick and making you feel oh, so good. 

Your gummy walls take on the shape of Rafe's thick, slender fingers as they pump in and out of you relentlessly—your muscles contract around him.

Unconsciously, you squirm and wiggle out of his grip, opening and closing your legs at Rafe's never-ending pleasurable assault. 

He gets stern with you and pry your legs open, telling you to be a "good girl." and "let the camera see your pussy." 

You open your legs a little wider, leaving more room for Rafe's fingers to sink deeper inside your cunt. 

"m'feels so good, Rafe " You whine out.

"Really, sweetheart? It feels good?" Rafe says condescendingly, and you nod pathetically.

Gathering slick from your weeping pussy, Rafe uses your juices to circle your clit with his thump. The pad of his calloused thump brings a burning sensation widespread across your entire body. 

"Y'know, Y/N." Rafe slowly says, fingers still pumping inside of you. "I'm still finding it hard to believe that you really want to be a star." 

"I do--" you wince as Rafe pushes down on your pulsating little bundle of nerves. 

"I don't know," he contemplates. I'm just still not sold." He fake thinks, "unless you can prove me otherwise..." 

As if on cue, he slowly pulls his fingers out of you. Rafe manages to peek at his fingers, covered in your arousal, before looking down into your wide, doll-like eyes.

And if it weren't for the gritty smirk on his face or the way Rafe had slightly man spread his legs a little wider and placed his hand over his clothed, hardening cock, you wouldn't have understood what he was suggesting. 

And as Rafe slowly leans you back onto the couch, he is still clothed, but his pants are pulled down just enough to release his pulsing dick; Rafe tells you as if it were scripted: "Don't be ashamed, sweetheart. How else do you think all the other women in Hollywood got their start?"

He's right, you tell yourself. 

So you slowly nodded as Rafe placed a warm kiss on your dome. Right after, you feel him grab his length and align his reddening tip towards your sobbing, wet entrance. 

It isn't long until you feel the slow-burning--the feeling of Rafe's fat cock penetrating inside of you deep; it prompted you to let out the prettiest moan Rafe had ever heard in his years as a pornographer.

You didn't know what to do with your arms, so you wrapped them around Rafe's body, bringing him closer to you, while Rafe's muscular hands placed themselves on your hips to hold you in place. 

"Fu-ck.." Rafe drags, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"Best fucking pussy ever." 

God, it was like you were a fucking virgin again with how big Rafe's cock felt inside of you and the way your pussy tightly squeezed it as if your life depended on it. 

A wave of pleasure washed over you as his thick shaft stretched and filled every inch of you. Your body tingled with excitement and anticipation, your senses heightened by the overwhelming sensation—a rush of desire coursing through your veins, leaving you breathless and craving more.

"More." You managed to choke out as Rafe's cock penetrated your core. Stomach fluttering at each intrusion.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment as pleasure radiated through every inch of your body. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you, pushing you closer to the edge of blissful release.

Dark eyes stared at your twitching face. Rafe chuckles at you because "God, who knew you were such a cock slut, taking me so well in this little tight cunt of yours." 

The lewd sounds of your passionate encounter heightened the intensity of the moment, fueling your desire and deepening your and Rafe's connection. Each moan, grunt, and slap of skin served as a powerful affirmation of your mutual pleasure, enveloping you both in a world of eroticism and ecstasy.

As your bodies moved in sync, your whispers of desire mingled with the intoxicating aroma of passion. "I've never felt anything like this before," you confessed, your voice filled with awe and longing, causing Rafe to let out a loud groan. 

"Fuck, they're going to love you." Rafe grunts, making a smile grow on your lips. "Or maybe I'll keep you for myself." He says lowly. "Use you as my personal little fuck toy, wouldn't you like that sweetheart?" 

Caught off guard, you blurted out, "I'm gonna cum," before Rafe drew closer. His face hovered just above yours, his hands moving to the back of your neck. Hot, eager breaths mingled as your lips nearly met.

At that moment, waves of pleasure surged through your body, overpowering your senses and causing your muscles to tremble uncontrollably. 

The intensity of the experience left you in a state of euphoria. Still, the awareness of your surroundings brought a mix of embarrassment and excitement, forcing you to stifle your moans and contain the raw energy that had consumed you.

And like a domino effect, after you came, shortly after Rafe came, his muscles tightened, his back arching like a drawn bow, before he suddenly released, his head falling forward as he climaxed--his milky spunk painting your walls white. 

He stayed inside you for a moment, breathless and dizzy; your eyelids fluttered as both of your minds went blank.

And after catching his breath, Rafe springs off of you. 

"Put your clothes back on." he says sternly, demeanor seeming to change from when he was just praising you about how good your pussy is. 

Suddenly, your demeanor shifted as you became overwhelmed by feelings of illness and self-disgust. 

You slowly walk to your pile of clothes at the foot of Rafe's desk. 

"Hurry up." Rafe rushes. "I don't have all day." 

As you quickly put your clothes back on, from the side of your eye, you notice Rafe take a sticky note from his desk and scribble a few words with a black pen. 

"Here," he tells you, just as you put on your clothes. "Be at this address by 7 a.m. sharp, no later. We can start your filming and make you a star." He winks.

And as you hesitantly take the sticky note, you think this isn't the type of star you want to be. 

But, on the contrary... 

As you exit Rafe's office, your mind drifts to the countless times you've fantasized about being in the spotlight and achieving fame. With this opportunity, your dream finally seems within reach - all thanks to Rafe Cameron.

Drewsephs trims because he’s pretty like that?

Imagine we had a Drew Starkey event for all us stans and we all put our money together and get him to go 💞💞

ANOTHER NEW PICTURE OF DREW AT ODESSAS BIRTHDAY BASH YESTERDAY HELP HES SO SLUTTY AND CUTE

Gang don’t tell your boyfriend that you would save Drew Starkey over him if a building was on fire, he will not take it well 🗣✋

GANG GANG GANG🚨🚨🚨

I HAVE SEEN MULTIPLE THINGS SAYING RUDY AND ELAINE HAVE BROKE UP BITCH WHAT THIS SHIT CANT BE REAL AND IF THEY HAVE WHEN???? WHAT IN GODS FUCK HAS HAPPENED THIS WEEK???

And tonight’s prayers, for Drew Starkey to go bleach blonde again.

refrences in order:

See if this whole information stuff is actually a set member for obx and isn’t lying that rudy has asked for JJ to be killed off…I’m done with the show. I’m not even a JJ fan girl, but everything’s gunna feel so weird gang.

I know it’s none of our business, but grown ass adults can’t get a fkn grip man. Like come on to fuck if it is actually true. And see if it’s true that Elaine has also argued with lilah pate, I mean she’s unfollowed Elaine so I assume so, but just what the fuck man. High school shit.

Fair enough with Rudy hating the show and fans, I mean imagine your partner was literally receiving death threats and getting accused of serious things when you’ve asked ppl to stop. I mean I’ve heard the stuff she’s done but I’ve not seen any proof at all even went on a rabbit hole for it. I mean I get the vibe she seems a bit problematic but come on man.

At the end of the day obx is probably gunna be like all these trilogy’s and go to shit. Especially now that there’s gunna be time skips. It’s just gunna end up like Lost. Seasons will get shitter and shitter.

Drew Starkey biked up 🏍ྀི

SEASON 4 DREW FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY WE GOT A TRAILER AND PHOTOS OH MY GOD

Um why did he delete the Disney photos?

Some years of Drew 🫶

Who is he ?

Pairing- JJ maybank x fem! Reader

Synopsis - Kiara sets her up on a date but JJ just so happens to be working the night of..

Warnings - idk like kissing ? Well A kiss

The moonlight shone down on her, as she stood outside the country club waiting for the date Kiara set her up with, to get over the maybank boy she was lucky to call her best friend. She was hopelessly devoted obviously.

She repeatedly kept checking her phone as time went on she gave in and texted Kiara. *are you sure he’s coming? You said eight right? Am I here to early?* a moment later a ding ! Came from her phone *yes, y/n. I promise, you do realise it’s 7:50 right ?* the girl sighed *all right let you know how it goes?* she replied *yes of course now go enjoy yourself and DON’T think about JJ* she chuckled to herself before another message came through *love you !!!*

8:00 is what her phone read she was getting worried, but a car pulled into one of the many car spaces that were empty. The engine was turned off and the nerves were making her feel like she was about to Puke. A figure was walking up to her, oh god.

“Hey y/n right? I’m Liam. Sorry I’m late” he said pulling her in for a hug, “yeah nice to meet you” her voice came out stuttered, but she flashed him a smile “Kiaras friend ? She’s told me a lot about you” he put a hand on her lower back she winced at the action, that’s what JJ does. as he guided her into the restaurant.

“I have to say y/n your even more prettier in person, than what Kiara showed me” the small tint on her cheeks was noticeable now since the bright light that came from the celling was now shining down on her

Her lips were pulled into a smile, until a tall figure appeared at the table for two, she looked up a small frown appearing on her face as she saw the one person she didn’t want to see…at all.

“Hi I’m JJ..” he trailed as he made eye contact with her smirking down “and I’ll be your server tonight..can I get you any drinks?” He asked pulling out the note book “I’ll have a water” she smiled up at the boy acting as if she never blinked an eye his way

“I’ll take a-.” JJ cut Liam off “woah, Woah, Woah, y/n” She glanced at Liam who pulled a confused face “you know this guy?” Liam asked her “yes she does” JJ said “who’s he ?” JJ looked at you “my date” she looked forward playing with her fingers.

“Your on a date?” The sound of JJs voice dropping was obvious but she kept her composure “yeah” she nodded.

“Dude, this is confusing. You guys seem as if yous have some unspoken love story, I’m going to leave” Liam stood up she sent him a sympathetic face as he left “you know what I’m going to leave aswell, thanks for ruining my date, maybank” tears were threatening to spill as she stormed out of the country club.

But she knew JJ was right behind her. as she was texting Kiara to come pick her up JJ placed a hand on her “look y/n, I’m sorry” he said “JJ that’s not the point i kinda liked him. Seriously kie set me up with him so I’d get over you, now I’m starting to think why I ever liked you” she rambled not even realising what she confessed out loud with JJ “I’m texting kie to come pick me up”

“Y/n, what?” His shocked face was confusing as she looked up at the boy “what?” She furrowed her brows “what did you just say?” He said “I’m texting kie to come pick me up?” She raised one brow

“No before that” he raised a Brow, oh shit what has she done. “I that I can’t believe I ever liked you?” Her lip quivered “you liked me?..” he asked, she slowly nodded.

Before she had time to react JJ’s lips were smashed onto hers.

Mary’s song ( oh my my my )

Pairing - JJ Maybank x fem! Reader

Summary; JJ and the reader’s relationship based on the song “Mary’s song (oh my my my)”

Warnings - smoking, kissing.

She said, I was seven and you were nine. I looked at you like the stars that shine in the sky, the pretty lights.

The sun had set, and the two kids sat side by side staring into the water as it glimmered against the moonlight, her head turned looking at the blonde-headed boy she called her best friend.

He shined, like the stars. She thought as she admired how pretty he was, although the two had no clue what the hell love was or hormones yet. She felt funny.

She wondered if he saw her like that, and if he felt funny whenever he looked at her. All she saw was stars when she looked into the blue eyed boy.

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

Although her family were kooks they were the most loving people ever. Excepting her and her little friend JJ Maybank she had met at the park, and she beg beg and beg her parents to let her go to the same school as him.

One Friday evening after pre-school, the four sets of parents had invited the Maybanks round for a dinner, obviously Before everything had happened with JJ’s mom passing away and his father becoming an asshole.

The two of the kids had ran off somewhere, carrying on just like kids do, when the two dads had spoke up. “They’re gonna realise their love for each other I bet you!” Y/n’s father said “he’s the only one I’d accept and trust with my daughter” he smiled at the Maybank family. 

“Very funny” her mother laughed making the mom’s roll their eyes at the two dads “it’s true! The two of them will, I bet” Luke spoke agreeing with her dad making the women roll their eyes again laughing at the men.

“Not gonna lie, I kinda see it happening aswell” JJ’s mom turned to look at y/n’s mom as the dads were off in a separate conversation “don’t tell them, but same” the women laughed watching the kids from a distance.

Take me back to the house in the back yard tree. Said you beat me up you were bigger than me, you never did, take me back to when our world was one block wide. I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried. Just two kids you and I, oh my my my.

The house up in the tree that her dad had build, not too long ago for her 11th birthday was also a gift for JJ, since the two would spend most time up there, playing video games or just chilling whatever kids do.

The two were currently playing a video games nudging each other as they were completing with each other “I’ll beat you up!” He yelled a laugh coming along with the comment, “you wouldn’t dare!” She yelled back nudging him again. She was right he would never dare to touch his precious y/n y/l/n.

Now the two currently sat playing truth or dare after she bet him in the video game the two were playing “truth or dare, Jay” she said leaning on the bean bag “dare” he said copying her actions.

She sat in thought for a couple seconds as an idea had popped into her head “I dare you to kiss me!” She said before bolting out of the tree house, Him hot on her tail as he chased her around the yard laughing out loud when she almost tripped over her bike that way laying next to his.

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see. But your eyes still shined like pretty lights

No longer the little kids the two of them intended to be, at her sweet sixteenth birthday party, y/n and JJ had snuck away down to the beach to relive some old memories, it was dark as the two snuck down “crazy how we’re not kids anymore” she sadly smiled and sat down after placing a towel down to not ruin her dress.

“I know, least I got to spend the years with you huh” he said. Now, the two teenagers had turned into hormonal snot nosed teenagers, that smoked and drank against her parents wishes.

JJ had turned into, the islands heart throb, with girls. Y/n hated it, she hated all the attention he got, she missed when she was just hers and no one else’s.

As for y/n she had turned into a respectful young woman, but her and JJ were at different ends of the social spectrum but the still hung out when the could, obviously they had made more friends like now the two of them were Pogues, hung out with John B, pope, and kiara, ( who was another kook, like her ). Pope and kiara were the only ones who hung with her at school, but John B and JJ had their own friends.

But it was fine, she still loved JJ the same and maybe even more, and maybe just maybe he felt the same way about her.

“Remember that time you dared me to kiss you? And then you ran when I tried?” He said lighting the blunt that was already in his mouth “huh?” She raised her brows, of course she remembered, how could she forget? “We were playing truth or dare and you dared me to kiss you and then you like bolted away from me when I tried” he said handing her the blunt.

“Oh shit” she laughed “i do” she chuckled again leaning down on the towel “y’know” he paused taking the joint back “I would’ve done it if you would of let me” he copied her action leaning on of his side facing her “dude, we were what? Nine?” She shook her head “I’m surprised you even came tonight” she sighed

“What’d you mean” he said as the girl turned around on her side facing the boy “wouldn’t miss my favourite girls birthday over anything” he said reaching out and brushing a strand of hair that had fell out of place, behind her ear.

“Wanna play truth or dare?” He asked sitting up in a upright position “sure” she copied him “okay you go” she said “truth or dare birthday girl” the girl thought for a second before answering

“Dare” she sat back the boy copied her actions from when she was nine before he repeated her answer from that exact day.

“I dare you to… kiss Me” he trailed making the girls eyes go wild “what?” She chuckled awkwardly “I dare you to kiss me” he shrugged a smirk appearing on his face “if you insist” he smiled at her as he leaned forward puckering his lips up for her.

She took a breathy laughed before pressing her lips against his.

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us, they’d never believed we’d really fall in love, and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

And yet they did bet on it, but they didn’t think it would become reality, as y/n told her father about her and JJ becoming a thing. Her dad had grinned high-fiving her mother with a grin making the woman roll her eyes.

JJ’s mother had passed, making it extra tough on JJ, but her family still accepted the boy, even though JJ’s father was now an asshole and bet the boy up repeatedly.

But y/n would welcome him with open arms and patch up back into one piece, and she was lucky enough to have parents that let boys sleep in her bedroom.

Take me back to the time, we had our very first fight slamming doors instead of kissing goodnight you stayed outside till the morning light.. oh my my my

No one ever expects it but it happens, some girl was flirting with JJ at a party while he was getting himself and y/n another drink, and yet he didn’t do anything it look like he was and y/n was mad.

“Why did you not just tell her to fuck off JJ!” She yelled as John B, Sarah, Kie and pope sat on the couch awkwardly glancing between the couple and themselves

“I don’t flirt with every girl I talk to y/n!” He yelled back “and she didn’t know I have a girlfriend!” He spat “you could’ve of told her, it’s so simple “oh by the way I have a girlfriend that I love so much and care deeply about” see that easy” she yelled

“She just wanted a drink y/n!” He explained angrily “yeah! Sure! That was totally the only thing on her mind when she was touching up all over you!” She yelled before slamming the door behind her after leaving the chateau.

It was around 4am when she heard light taps on her windows as she rolled her eyes knowing it was JJ, she turned her TV’s volume up ignoring the boy who just wanted her attention.

A few years had gone and come around we were sitting at our favourite spot in town, and you looked at me got down on one knee.

The beach was always pretty during sunset, the couple were now both 23 and had moved out of outer banks, only back to visit her parents for a couple days during the summer.

The girl had been caught up in the pretty sunset as they were sitting on one of the fold up chairs her parents had in the garage, she hadn’t noticed JJ looking at her with such love and affection in his eyes, but she had noticed the strange feeling that someone was stairing at her burning holes into the side of her face.

“What..?” She said a smile appearing on her face as she turned around to look at her boyfriend “nothing” he said getting up from the seat and bending down on one knee “y/l/n” he paused “I’ have loved you ever since I met you. And I’m extremely lucky to have such an amazing, gorgeous and incredible girl in my life.. so will you marry me?” He said tears prickling in her eyes as he spoke.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She smiled as she stood up as he copied her actions engulfing her in a hug and placing a light kiss on her lips.

Take me back to the time, when I walked down the aisle, the whole time came and my mama cried you said I do and I did too

The time had come for the couple to get married, the long white dress trailed behind her as she slowly walked down the aisle after Kiara and Sarah. Everyone’s eyes on her as she made her way towards JJ, his eyes glassy as she stood across from the boy.

The vows, came and this was it “do you.. JJ Maybank take thee y/n y/l/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He said as JJ nodded “I do” he said wiping a quick tear away “and do you y/n y/l/n take thee JJ Maybank to be your lawfully wedded husband?” a smile appeared on her face “I do” she smiled as the family and friends cheered a smile appearing on her face as JJ left the room with her bridal style.

I’ll be eighty seven; you’ll be eighty nine I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky.. oh my my my