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im so excited for this new series EEEKKK

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Songs For JJ

𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓳𝓳𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼𝓶𝓮

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: a series of songs that remind you of instances you’ve had with your favorite boy, JJ.

episode 1, “Blue Hair”; in which there was nothing he could do to stop her from cutting her beautiful blue hair off. (COMING SOON)

episode 2, “Bye Bye Baby”; in which she’s trying her hardest, he just doesn’t seem to notice. (COMING SOON)

episode 3, “You’re here that’s the thing”; she knows he said that they’re not a thing..but he’s here, that’s the thing. (COMING SOON)

episode 4, “All That’s Left Behind”; in which he’s trying to hold on, but that ship has sank. (COMING SOON)

episode 5, “ONE IN A MILLION”; in which his heart keeps driving him crazy. (COMING SOON)

episode 6, “Paper Rings”; she likes shiny things, but she’d marry him with paper rings. (COMING SOON)

episode 7, “How To Disappear”; in which she loves that man, like nobody can. (COMING SOON)

episode 6, “Cinderella”; in which her parents just don’t understand. (COMING SOON)

episode 7, “Every Summertime”; in which she falls in love again come every summertime. (COMING SOON)

[jjwantsme]

Can I request a nsfw smut if ur comfortable?

sorry for late response but its posted <33

[jjwantsme]

oh i am livid. you have to ruin your best dynamic on the show just to force a boring ass out of character relationship - when even the actors don’t want it to happen.

[jjwantsme]

I’m a Jiara hater first and foremost

😤

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34+35

j.m

pairing: jj maybank x kook!reader

summary: four times they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, and the one time they were caught.

warnings: nsfw, piv, praise kink, oral (f receiving),boob sucking, public sex, spit, a little of sub!jj, degradation kink, cussing, let me know it i missed anything :)

authors note: this is my first actual smut on tumblr so PLEASE have some mercy on me 🥲

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y/n and JJ were truly obsessed with each other. not in a lovey-dovey cute way- i mean, that too- but in a lustful perverted way.

ever since the week they got together, the pogues couldn’t recall one day where the boy’s neck wasn’t covered in love bites, or where his cheeks didn’t have lipstick stains on them.

they thought- or should i say, hoped- that it was a honeymoon phase type of thing, that their sex life would calm down after the first few weeks of being together.

oh, how they were utterly wrong.

it’d now been a year and a half, and if anything, it’s gotten worse. much, much worse.

i know what you’re thinking. ‘it can’t be that bad!’

so, here i am, providing you five instances to prove just how bad it is.

the first time

“J, we don’t have time!” y/n squealed when her boyfriend had pinned her against the door.

“no worries,” JJ mumbled as he kissed down her neck, “i’ll be quick.”

y/n had missed her alarm, after a moan-filled night, making her late for work. and JJ wanted to let her get ready, he really did, but how can he resist her when she’s in those pajamas?

it wasn’t long before JJ had his hand wrapped around his long cock as he pulled her lace panties to the side, “jus’ woke up so needy for you, babe. need to feel you.”

y/n couldn’t do anything but whine and gasp in pleasure when she recognized the feeling of his length destroying the walls of her pussy, her nails immediately going to his tan back.

“fuck, JJ!”

“i know, i know,” JJ cooed as he slid all the way into her, “jus’ let me destroy this pussy real quick, yeah? you gonna let me do that?”

the girl choked out a moan as she nodded.

he kept a tight hold on her, her back still against the door, as he began bouncing her on his cock, a groan escaping his swollen pink lips.

“y’gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that, princess,” he groaned, before letting out a much louder moan, letting a hand go down to grip her ass.

moans filled up the entire house, echoing throughout the walls as y/n made it known just how good she felt.

“please, please cum, please, i wanna feel it inside me so bad, please, J” she started begging, making his eyes rolls to the back of his head.

“wanna be your cockslut every morning, J, oh fuck- i’m gonna cum!-“ she chanted over and over.

“that’s it, cum on my cock, baby, make me happy,”

she granted his wish as she felt her orgasm wash over her, his following close behind as his cock twitched before releasing.

one last moan fell from y/n’s lips as the bouncing slowly came to a stop, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to catch their breath.

“damn,” JJ breathed out. “you gotta start waking up late more often.”

the second time

“what about this one? is this dress okay?” y/n asked as she stepped out of the dressing room in yet another dress, JJ looking up from his phone and smiling at her.

“baby, you look like a goddess in everything you wear. how am i supposed to help you choose?”

y/n rolled her eyes but chuckled. “JJ, midsummer is in two days. two! i have to get a dress or my parents will be pissed; so you’re gonna have to start being more detailed with your reviews.”

she did a little twirl, “so, thoughts?”

JJ bit his lip, his thoughts becoming less and less pure the longer he stared at her. “definitely compliments the…chest area.”

“J, be serious!”

“oh, trust me, I’m being serious.”

he felt a smirk crawl onto his face, “how about i help you take this one off?”

“mm…” she couldn’t deny the fact that it was a nice idea. her fingers were tired from zipping up so many dresses, anyway. “fine. no funny business, though!”

JJ giggled like a little boy and quickly got up, leaving his phone behind as he followed her into the dressing room.

it wasn’t long before he had the door locked with y/n in his lap.

“babe, i said no funny business,” y/n whined as he began unzipping the dress off of her.

“mm, sshh, jus’ helping you get undressed.”

y/n rolled her eyes and began pulling the dress down, causing her plump breasts to bounce as she moved her body.

“goddamn, baby,” JJ whistled quietly as he moved a hand to grip her left boob, squeezing it lightly with his hand.

y/n couldn’t help but bite her lip, “J…” she warned.

“can i suck them, please, baby? please, just let me put that little nipple in my mouth,” he tweaked her right nipple with his index finger, making her groan.

“J, we’re in public…”

he smirked, taking her reply as a yes to his question.

“that just means we gotta be quiet.”

JJ dipped his head down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth as she immediately arched her back, making access even easier for him.

y/n ran her fingers through his hair, making him groan around her nipple before releasing it to bite hickeys all around her boob. he licked the mark he left and went to her other breast, nibbling gently on the nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

“mmh, so good, J. Such a good boy for me.”

JJ moaned at the praise, lightly bucking his hips as his boner became painfully hard.

he licked all around her nipple while continuing to buck his hips into her ass, trying to relieve his clothed bulge with any kind of pleasure.

“love being your good boy, love sucking on these pretty titties,” he fit as much of her boob into his mouth as he could, squeezing the other one in his hand.

y/n tugged on his hair in pleasure, grinding down to meet his thrusts.

JJ released her from his mouth and hummed slightly, licking her nipple one last time before moving up to kiss her red lips.

so much for finding the right dress, y/n thought.

the third time

JJ pulled y/n into a closet at the midsummer party, locking it behind him.

“J, my parents will kill me.” she warned him, wrapping her arms around his neck out of instinct when he gripped her waist.

“not if they don’t find out.”

he connected their lips, a messy makeout being the turn out as their tongues mixed together.

JJ pulled away from the kiss, a wild look in his eyes. “you just look so gorgeous tonight,”

he began kissing down her neck, “wanna taste you.”

in no time, JJ had her thighs over his shoulders as he pressed a kiss on her clothed clit.

y/n jolted with a moan at the action.

he slid her panties down, revealing her puffy wet pussy as heat radiated from between her legs.

“such a pretty pussy, princess.”

he licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, making her cover her mouth to quiet her moans.

she knew she had to be quiet. their friends and family were just outside, after all.

he licked all over, connecting with her folds and sucking on her swollen clit.

JJ starts eating her pussy like a mad man, the obnoxious sound of him licking her weeping cunt filling the dark closet.

his warm muscle laps at her hole with a sense of greed as he whimpered into it, the taste of her pussy giving him just as much pleasure.

he made sure not to let her clit go untouched, though. spitting on it before reattaching his mouth to it, sucking on it as if it was his favorite lollipop. which, between you and me, it was his favorite lollipop.

it soon became too much for y/n, the sight of his head between her thighs mixed with the feeling of his tongue abusing her hole. she felt it before she even heard it, her orgasm bubbling before crashing down onto JJ’s tongue, him licking her clean.

JJ licked his lips before placing a few kisses around her clit, her hole clenching around nothing at the feeling.

he then looked up at her, eyes blown out and chin glistening with her juices.

“thank you for letting me eat your sweet pussy, my love.”

the fourth time

it seemed like a normal drive for the rest of the pogues.

they all sat in the car on the way to the pier, kiara and john b in the front as y/n and JJ sat in the back.

little did they know, JJ and y/n were having some fun of their own.

“better keep quiet, baby,” JJ whispered into her ear as he had three fingers deep inside her. “wouldn’t want our friends to know you’re a dirty slut, would you?”

y/n shook her head as she bit back a moan, digging her head into JJ’s shoulder.

he moved his fingers in and out, a large cocky smirk plastered on his face as she whimpered into his shirt.

“you okay back there, y/n?” john b asked after hearing one of her quiet whines, keeping his eyes on the road.

her cheeks grew red in embarrassment while JJ’s smirk grew bigger in amusement.

she looked up him as she bit her lip, begging for any hint of mercy.

he looked at her then back at john b, “yeah, she’s good, her stomach just hurts.”

“oh, okay. probably just motion sickness.” he nodded in response, just as y/n came all over his best friend’s fingers.

poor thing. he had no idea.

the fifth, and final, time

“we’re gonna get in trouble!” y/n whisper-yelled at JJ after he pulled her out of class, just for a quickie.

he scoffed, “yeah, right.”

he was right, though. they never did.

he led her into the girls bathroom, making her gasp in a mix of surprise and guilt.

“you’re a boy! you shouldn’t be in h-“

JJ cut her off with a kiss, which quickly became heated as he began unzipping his pants.

though, lucky for him, they were interrupted just before he was able to pull anything out.

“ahem,” the vice principal cleared her throat as she stood in the doorway, looking at them with nothing but pure judgement.

y/n immediately pulled away from the kiss, a mortified look on her face as she realized her biggest fear had came true.

they had been caught in the act.

“mrs. shelly-“

“no! this is unacceptable, and both of you will be following me to the principal’s office!” she scolded them before turning around on her heel and heading towards their destination, content when she heard their footsteps close behind her.

“well,” JJ whispered into his poor girlfriend’s ear.

“looks like our reign of terror is over.”

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Transient - Dead Calm (part i)

JJ Maybank x Reader Series

General Fic Warnings: strong language, violence, abuse is mentioned, underage drinking and smoking along with all that other stuff in show, generally illegal behaviour by minors, smut 18+mdni (sex, piv sex, oral sex - 18+ chapters are separated from the rest of the story though)

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When children are young they concoct all sorts of imaginary games within their heads; Treasure Hunts, Cops and Robbers, Play Fights…the lot. But this isn’t in your imagination anymore. This is a real life adventure with real rewards. And even more real consequences.

A year of teenage delinquency consisting of petty theft, a nicotine addiction and underaged drinking leads your parents to ground you. Away travelling for your final summer before sixth form college, your parents dump you on your Aunt Helen in the Outer Banks, who was more than happy to see you after all these years of lost contact. But when you get roped into 'the wrong crowd' things go south rather quickly and you're left to chase after a thrilling adventure and maybe even the summer love of your life.

(This is a rewrite of Outer Banks from the readers perspective. All plot credit goes to the creators of Outer Banks, as do the characters. Only a few select chapters and events within other chapters belong to me. The same goes for the reader, the majority of her dialogue and her Aunt Helen.)

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You had done it. Or, rather, John B had done it. Not without the Pogues’ help, of course. But it was truly amazing what holding a few gold bars felt like. And now it felt even more real. Before, you doubted it a bit. You’ll admit, you thought a lot of them were crazy, especially John B. That it was concocting. That he wanted something to believe to take away from the pain of his dad dying. But not anymore. There was cold hard evidence and it had been here, on the island all this time. 

The three of you, Sarah, Kiara and you, that is, were now in the twinkie, outside the chateau, helping to put together a plan to retrieve the rest of the gold. You had no idea how a few sixteen year old kids were going to pull it off,  but right now anything seemed possible. 

“So, he said it looked like this.” Kiara had a diagram that Pope had hastily sketched out, with the help of John B, on a piece of paper. It showed the well, as well as all the measurements he had estimated of it and the rope, the pulley system, and finally, the dug out hole in the wall of the well that housed the gold. The sweet, sweet gold that you could already feel at your fingertips. “That’s fifty feet down, and they’re using one hundred feet rope.” She trailed her finger over what she was talking about. “ So I guess this little wagon will go…” Sarah and you laughed at the irony of what she was looking at and the little annotation Kie was about to read outloud, “straight to the gold room.” You leaned over. Sure enough, that was what was written down.

“Who drew this?” She chuckled. 

“Who do you think?” Kiara looked out the door to where Pope was supposed to be helping John B but was rather staring longingly at the love of his life, Kiara. You all chuckled. It was cute, in a sickening, puppy love, sort of way. But you didn't laugh for too long. All you could think about was the conversation you had on the beach when you met and them of the rule…and then of how you somehow managed to break the rule after about a week and a bit of becoming a Pogue with none other than JJ Maybank himself. 

Speaking of, he soon appeared from inside with the gold bars, ready to melt them down with a blowtorch John B had laying around to start bonfires with and an old pot that most likely hadn’t been used since his Dad last disappeared. You had to scrub some charred macaroni out of it before using it so it was as clean as it could possibly get. 

“Kie! This better work.” He said frowning. “We can't pawn this if there’s a giant wheat symbol on it.” She sighed, holding up the blowtorch for JJ to see, 

“It’s gonna work.” You chuckled, raising an eyebrow at JJ. He bit back a smirk at your look. 

The others all sat a safe distance away while you set up the pot in the camping stove, turned it on and placed the gold inside. Kie, with safety goggles and heat proof gloves, fired up the blow torch and awaited the magic to happen. Eventually, it started to melt down and the wheat symbol was nowhere in sight. 

“How would they know?” You joked to Kie and she smiled at you mischievously. 

“They will never know.” And you both cracked out into a fit of laughter.

—

John B drove you all to the nearest pawn shop that no one would recognise JJ in. But now you looked at it, the less convinced you were. But, you make do with what you have. And all you had was a pot, a camp stove and a freaking blow torch. 

“Hell of a job melting it down, Doctor Frankenstein.” JJ quipped, using a rag to try to polish and off some of the dirt that had collected on the surface of the gold. 

“Maybe next time you should give it a go.” 

“Like you could’ve done any better.” Both you and Kie retaliated.

“I could have. I took a welding class.”

“You- when?” She was ready to start something because she took a sort forward. 

“Okay, whoa, woah. Hey, sh!” John B nipped it in the bud, placing himself between the two before things got out of hand. “Chill out, okay?” Kiara just rolled her eyes, turning around to give Pope a look. JJ huffed and looked at John B with a displeased look. 

“It’s easy for you to say that. You’re not the one that has to pawn this piece of shit off.” But the grumbling didn't stop there. Oh, no. Not with JJ. “How did I get this job anyway?” 

“Cause you’re the best liar.” Pope said monotonously, half joking and half not. 

“Some may even say pathological.” You teased with a smile. He just gave you an obvious faux forced one and walked off. You chuckled to both yourself and Sarah. 

You all walked in after him. The plan was simple, JJ would try to flog it to whichever idiot stood behind the counter and you would all stand as backup if whatever lie he spun out backfired and caved in.

“Afternoon, Ma’am.” JJ greeted, his accent slightly thicker now. The so-called idiot behind the counter just so happened to be a sour faced old lady with a severe attitude problem to boot. You all dispersed out, your eyes being drawn to the jewellery case just in front of the counter. Here, you could keep an eye on JJ. Sarah joined you, giving you a polite smile. 

“Afternoon.” She sighed, displeased and ready to dismiss JJ already along with whatever it was he brought her. 

“I see you buy gold.” 

“That's what the sign say, dont it?” Clearly this woman was not one for a joke either. 

“Well I sure hope you buy a lot of it because I’m about to blow your mind.” 

“I ain't got much mind left to blow, so have at it.” You bit back at your due to the urge to laugh at the way your dirty mind managed to twist the woman's words. Clearly JJ was rubbing off on you. 

You watched from the corner of your eye as JJ placed down the melted gold bars on top of the counter and something flicker across her face. But she dismissed it with a chuckle. 

“That aint real.” 

“That aint real?” The pawnbroker chuckled again,

“It can’t be.”

“Feel how heavy it is.” JJ pushed, not giving up just yet. If it were you in this situation you would have caved and left the gold there as a sorry for wasting her time. She hummed, picking it up but her movements faltered from the weight of it, expecting it to be light. You watched as JJ worked his magic, putting her in her place subtly, right where he wanted her to be. In any other situation you would have found it extremely attractive. You didfind it attractive. At least that's what you thought because all you could think about was when he came over to your Aunt’s only a few days ago now."We can save all that stuff for later,'' is what he said, if you recall correctly. 

“Let's get some light on that.” She picked up her magnifying glass, an eyebrow raised in disapprovement at another kid coming in and ‘wasting her time’.

‘Spray-painted tungsten.” She said upon closer inspection, looking back at him. 

“Spray painted tungsten? Really? Okay.” She gave it another look over for a few more seconds before turning the magnifying glass light off and putting it back down. “Why don’t you see how, uh, soft it is?” 

“You mind?” She asked, referring to what she was about to do next.

“No, go for it.” You cringed when she bought out a small hammer and a nail to test it with a single tap. But she still wasn't convinced. She pressed a finger to it to check.

“Wow, would you look at that?” 

“Hold your horses, we ain't got to the acid test yet.” 

“Ooh! The acid test. My favourite guys.” He said looking back at you. He caught your eyes and the panic in them. The look he gave you of reassurance wasn't enough to convince you just yet. you looked at Sarah next to you but she just shrugged, knowing as little as you did, looking back over to the pawnbroker at the counter. You did too, but only out of terror of the thought that maybe this wasn't real gold. Maybe it was fake and the lot of you had been deceived into thinking it was what you wanted it to be. 

JJ watched with nothing but confidence as the lady did whatever she needed to do. She mumbled something to herself but you couldn't hear it. You were too far away. 

“Ma’am, I'm telling ya, this is as real as the day is long.” 

“It looks like somebody tried to melt it down.” You bit your lip, cringing. Maybe she had figured it all out. No, y/n. That's just the paranoid you talking. JJ’s an expert at lying. He can come up with something. 

You could see the cogs practically turning in his head before he spoke up. 

“My mom.” He mentioned, lying through his teeth without so much as a pause for effect. “She had all this jewellery laying around the house and she thought it was best to–” He paused. Something was wrong. Something to do with the thought of his mum. You remembered the picture of her in his house. How she looked so much like him and so beautiful, even when pregnant. It made you sad to think about what may have happened, “To melt it down. To ‘consolidate’ it.” You and Sarah both bit back a smile, trying to keep the chuckle at bay and hide your face from the woman behind the counter who could clearly see you. 

“Seven pounds? That's a lot of earrings.” She asked surprised, not sure if she believed him or not. She was clearly sceptical of anyone who came through the door of her shop.

“Okay, to be honest, Ma’am,” He cleared his throat, “it’s really hard to see my mum fall apart with Alzheimers.” You looked over to John B but he hadn't a clue where this was coming from either. It was just JJ’s small stroke of evil genius working its way through him. 

“Give me a minute.” And she disappeared out back.

“Take your time, ma’am.” As soon as she was gone he turned to the group with a large smirk and the act was gone for a moment, he winked at you, you shook your head and laughed. This made him smile. 

He ushered you all over, whispering to Pope, asking him how much he should accept for it. Pope whispered a finger back to him but you didn't hear. And you couldn't ask either because the pawnbroker came back out. 

“Sh, she’s coming back.” You all split off again. 

“So, I, uh…I talked to my boss.” She rounded the counter, taking her place behind it again.” 

“And?”

“And, uh, this is what I can do.” She placed a piece of paper down with a number on it. It clearly wasn't enough. 

“Fifty thousand?” He let out a humourless scoff, “You think I walked in here not knowing’ the spot price? Ma’am, I know for a fact this is worth one-forty, at least.” You and Sarah moved round, closer to the door just in case something happened. You had a funny feeling it would. But you didn't know what quite yet. 

“Well, sweetie, you in a pawn shop. This ain't Zurich. Do I look Swiss to you?”JJ scratched his forehead in frustration with the older woman. 

“Ninety, or I walk.”

“Seventy. Half price…and, um…” You tensed. She leaned in,  “I don’t ask questions about where you got this.” She whispered, but you could hear it, just about, from where you were. Your stomach dropped like a stone in water. 

JJ glanced at John B who leaned on the counter at the other side. He must have given him a look because JJ licked his lips, addressing the woman again with a lick of his lips. God, you could have kissed him because of how confident he seemed. 

“I’m gonna need that in large denominations, please.” She shifted nervously, looking at you all before looking back down at the gold with greedy eyes.

“Well, here’s the snag. I don't have that much denominated, not here anyway. I can write you a cashier’s check.”

“Chas- No, ma’am. I want the cold to be hard. That's what the sign says.” He pointed to the large sign above the door you stood by. “Cash for gold. And that’s what I expect. I’m gonna get cold hard.” 

“Well, I have to send you to the warehouse. I have the money there. Is that alright?” Your stomach stirred in protest and you agreed with the ache starting to build there. It wasn't pleasant and it all seemed off. You’d never heard of a pawnshop having a ‘warehouse’ before. And you had a feeling this wasn't any exception. He stood there, staring her down, sussing her out. But you couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was a loose cannon and a page you never know how to read. He was like a foreign language sometimes. 

“Where’s this warehouse?” 

—

The woman had written it down on a piece of paper. John B was driving. JJ held onto the gold. And you were in the back of the twinkie with a sick feeling about the whole situation. There was nothing for miles out here but the odd abandoned house and meth head trailer parks. A picture, even from out of the cut, that didn't look right. 

“So they keep money out here?” Pope asked sceptically, looking out the same window as you to your left. 

“That's what she said.” Then he chuckled. “ That's what she said .” 

“Funny. Comedian.” You snarked. He kicked you lightly with his foot and you bit back a smirk. 

“Stop.” And his face fell. He looked at you but you weren’t in the mood for it either.

“I’ve never even heard of Resurrection Drive.”  

“‘Cause you’re rich.” JJ said, as if it was a no brainer that you were way out in the cut.

“You’ve never heard of it either.” Kie said to him, rolling her eyes. 

“Thank you.” So not even locals to the Cut, who had been here for their whole lives had heard of it? Interesting. 

“There’s nothing but weeds back here.” Complained Kie. 

“Alright, just ‘cause it’s just weeds, doesn't mean it’s like…” You shushed him, spotting a cop car behind you out the back window. Its lights flashed you, signalling to pull you over and its siren whistled too. 

“Look.” You pointed behind them.

“Cops? Out here?”

“I knew it was nothing but a red flag.”  “And you didn’t say anything?” 

“Oh, like you’d have believed me, JJ.” 

“God! Are you kidding me?”  “What did we do?” Sarah asked, exasperated and confused, turning back around in her seat to take a look.

“Why are we getting pulled over?”  “Don’t grumble, Pope, just- pull over, John B. They’ve got nothing on us.” You said, done already with this bullshit of a road trip. 

“Apart from the gold.” JJ murmured. 

“Stash that.” John B bit at JJ. 

“Chill, guys.” 

The boys faffed about for a bit, scrambling to hide the gold in a compartment under JJ seat, wrapping it in cloth. 

“I hate cops.” Complained JJ. 

“Did you bring the gun?” John B asked, stressed he'd get put in the cells for the second time this summer for carrying an unregistered firearm around with him. 

“No. Okay? Everybody told me to leave it back at the place.”

“Thank God. Okay…just, everything else in your bag.” 

“I am! I am, alright.”

“How much weed do you have on you bro?” 

“Jesus, JJ, I thought you cut back?” You said, eyeing the plastic baggie full of the stuff, thinking back to a conversation you had earlier that day on the way to the pawnshop. 

“He’s walking up!” Pope hurried and JJ stuffed the gold in the back under the seat.  “Fuck’s sake-”  Your complaint was cut off with the sharp click of a shotgun, peaking through the window right at JB’s forehead. 

“Holy shit!” You froze, whispering under your breath at the sight of in the corner of your eye. A man in a black skull bandana pulled over his mouth and nose was stood there. 

“Why not just go ahead and see them hands up in the air right now.” None of you moved for fear of a sudden movement setting him off. “All y’alls hands up in the air now!” You did as you were told, looking right at kie and the fear she held in her brown eyes. “You, out of the car, right now, let's go!” He threatened John B. He opened the door with caution, not once breaking eye contact with the guy in the bandana. “Out of the car! Let’s go! Hurry!” John B shut the door  behind him.

“Let them out.” He said backing away, gesturing to the back where you four were. He yelled more, jerking the gun and in a stance ready for shooting. But John B kept his cool despite the look of shock on his face. He slid the door open and you clambered out first, taking the plunge before the rest. Today was not the day you got shot in the head by a crazed guy in a fucking skull bandana. 

Everyone followed and more shouting from the man ensued. As he backed you away from the van you got a closer look at him. You’d never seen him before. His hair was dark and long, tied into a messy ponytail and by looks of it, he was no stranger to a weapon much like the one he was holding now. 

“We’re broke.” JJ tried-

“Shut the hell up!”  “Alright! Just relax!” JJ screamed back. 

“JJ, not today.” You tried. H8s gun, pressed to JJ’s blue t-shirt now was aimed at you and you whimpered-

“Shut up!”

“Hey-” JJ tried but he aime it at him and then back at you. The idea of a loaded weapon  being aimed right at you panicked him more than usual. 

“Shut the hell up! I’ll blow your damn head off! Lay down in the ditch!” The man repeated it twice before you all laid down. “On your goddamn hands and knees!” The dirt, sticks, stones and leaves dug into your skin uncomfortably. It was cold and slightly soggy from the rainfall you’d had last night. It hadn't evaporated because of the shaded area you were in. All of this just made the citation a whole lot worse. He shouted more orders at you. Onse to ‘put your face on the ground’ and ‘stay there’. You didn't register much, the ringing and rushing of blood in your ears was enough to make it sensory overload. 

“Don’t let me see you look up.” You’d never been mugged before but this was much more terrifying now than you could have possibly imagined. 

He left for a moment to go rummage through the van. Careless clunking and clanging and clattering around and your own heavy breathing was all you could hear. You wanted to reach out to JJ and find some form of comfort from his touch but even the thought of moving alone made you fear for your life. 

“It’s a setup, guys.” Kiara whimpered.

“That old bat shanked us.” You know it. You knew from the moment she refused to give you the money that it was bad. That she wasn't telling the truth. You should have left it. You should have left the gold. You should have stayed in England and begged your mum for forgiveness. JJ’s fist pounded into the ground. He cursed in pure, red hot seething anger. Tears welled in your eyes. It was pathetic, you knew, but by god you should have never gotten on that plain. Never gone to the kegger. What you would have done to live by those worlds of ‘ignorance is bliss’. Would they still be here if you had never shown up? 

Rustling from John B getting up slowly made you want to look up, but you kept your eyes to the floor, on the verge of hyperventilating. Sarah whispered, begging him to not get up. But he was desperate. He’d gone this far. You all had. So why couldn't you be more like him and pluck up the courage you usually had to do something about all of it? 

“John B! Don’t be a hero, man.” Pope warned. John B shut him up curtly, keeping his eyes on the van, his body low, legs crouched as he scurried to the police car, jumping in the back. 

“Holy shit.” You breathed shallowly. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” 

The man got out of the van, roaring out again, screaming at you. It’s not like anyone would hear him. Or find your body if you;’d died for a couple days. It was deserted out here. 

“Don’t move your goddamn heads, okay?” In Londin, it was different. You got mugged there, or experienced an attempted mugging, the gun was mostly a fear tactic. But here you didn't want to risk it. There were some crazy people out in these parts. You’d seen it before. They came in all shapes and sizes. Big burly men, old blind ladies; Men in Bandanas. 

JJ, despite the order he had been given, lifted his head to keep an eye on the car. And you could hear the man fumbling. Then, a fist colliding with a face and more grunting to follow. The police car shook violently as John B and the unknown attacker wrestled in the car. John B narrowly escaped with the shotgun. 

“Guys! I got the gun!” He yelled through gritted teeth and JJ shot up to aid him. You followed him, seeing the blow JJ landed to his stomach, followed by Kie who clocked him round the face, stunning him enough for you to reach out a leg, which he tripped over with a thump to the floor as his knees collided with the dirt. Not without managing to throw Kie to the side though. John B, seeing this, hit the but of the gun to his head, causing him to fall flat on his face by Sarah's feet. He tried to get up but you punted him with the toe of your shoe in the soft part of his stomach. He wheezed, winded. 

“I got the gold!” You heard Pope, turning quickly to get back to the van. But clearly your efforts weren't enough, he reached for your ankle and snagged you, clawing his nails into the skin, treating it slightly. You yawped in pain and Sarah surged forward with a jolt of courage, slamming the car door into the side of his head. Kie knocked him in the stomach again and he grunted from the force. He knocked to the floor again but he fell into the side of the car, slumped there. Limp. 

“You son of a bitch!” Yelped Kie who heaved a breath in with you. You crawled up from the floor, dusting yourself off. Your ankle, although bleeding slightly through the crescent shapes his nails sliced into them, was fine. You’d live. It wasn’t important anyway. 

The mugger panted and JJ reached down to rip the bandana of his face, explaining loudly, 

“I know this piece of shit! He’s a basehead.”  “Probably knows my brother.” Sarah rolled her eyes, flipping her hair out her face with her hand. 

“He sells coke to me dad.” You swallowed a lump in your throat through your breathing. You had a hunch heis dead dealt in drugs…but you didn;t expect it to be the class A shit. A few more things started to make sense now. 

“Hey, listen, I coulda hurt any single one of y’all-” He tried, but JJ swung the butt of the gun into his chest and he slid down the car door more, almost doubled over.  Everyone protested but you felt for JJ. You wanted to see him beat the living shit out of this dickhead. But now isn't the time.  

“JJ!”  “Dude, come on, man. Chill!” Pope pulled JJ off him, “Come on, let’s get outta here.” JJ reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet to take a look at something in there. He pulled out some form of ID, most likely his drivers licence. 

“We got one last stop.” He chucked his empty wallet back at him on the ground. 

“Hey!” John b called after him. 

“Let’s go see where this sin of a bitch lives.” 

The guy yelled out, saying he’d ‘remember this shit.” You didn't care. You were too worried about JJ. He had a look in his eyes you hadn't seen since Pope and Him sunk Topper’s boat. One of pure malice. You hated that look. Catching up to him, you stumbled in front of his path as he beelined to the van. You walked backwards, pleading with him to stop. 

“JJ!” He was going too fast for you to keep up. “Hey! JJ, think about this!” You pressed a hand firmly to his chat but he batted your touch away. The first time he had ever done that to you and it stung. 

“I haven’t got time for your shit, Y/n.” More yells from the man on the floor persisted and John B threw his keys into the bushes. Standing there, frozen to the spot, an overwhelming sense of dread hit you right in the stomach. 

—

JJ pulled into a trailer park, much like the one your aunt lived by. This was a lot shadier though. No families to be seen here. Just needleheads and crack smokers. 

“Welcome to Crackhead Wasteland.” The van jolted to a halt when JJ killed the engine. 

“I don’t know about this, man.” JJ ignored Pope. “Dude, why are we at Barry's?” Barry was apparently the man who not only tried to mug you, but also supplied JJ’s father with whatever substance he wanted to abuse next. JJ took a look at the licence and back at the trailer before opening his door. 

“This’ll only take a second.” And he hopped out. 

“Where are you going?” JB called. He replied without turning back to face you, nonchalantly jogging up the steps like he was coming home from school, not about to rummage through a dealers house. 

“¡Yo soy justicia!” You rolled the door open to see him walk in. 

“Did you glean anything from that?” Shaking your head, a hand ran over your tired eyes. 

“Nothing. I can't read him when he’s like this. All I know is that he’s pissed off.” You bit your lip, looking at your lap and your index finger picking at the skin tags on your thumbs. “And he won't listen to me anymore. Not in this mood.” You sighed, Kie ran a comforting hand up your arm. You all looked over at John B. He huffed, jumping out to follow him in. 

“You know someone should probably-”  “Yeah, I got it.” JB sighed, hopping out to follow him into the lion's den. 

Each of you got out and JJ and John B soon emerged. JJ had a duffel in his hand. With what in it you dread to think. 

“Alright, so we’re looking at about four grand each for reparations for putting us through that bullshit.” He had, in this other hand, a wad of cash, counting through it. “Sorry about that y’all.” He was calmer now. But eerily so. 

“So that’s what we’re doing now?” Kie looked at him with disapproval but also sadness. It wavered in her voice. “We’re robbing drug dealers?” 

“This Barry guy is gonna find out. And he’s gonna come after us.”

“You heard him, JJ.” You agreed, “He knows who we are, mate.”

“Yes he will and Yes he does, OKay. And this is not the time to start willin’ out.” 

“How’d you guys like having a gun pulled on you?” JB stepped forward, baking him away from the group. 

“Relax.” 

“He had it right here on you, bro.” He put his finger in his face. 

“And, y/n, baby, the barrel was pointed right at your damn forehead.” You shifted uncomfortably at the stare everyone gave you from his nickname of choice. You saw a look in Kie’s eyes. One of slight hurt. Rejection, maybe?  “Look! We’ve gotta go get the gold, okay? Just give me that shit.” He reached for it but Jj was too quick, slamming him into the side of the van. “You feel like a tough guy, huh?” Judging by the fact his fist was balled up in John B’s short it seemed like a stupid question to ask. “What are you gonna do when he comes for us? For Y/n.” He gestured to you blindly. Another series of uncomfortable stares and glances. JJ didn't look at you, just maintained eye contact with his friend pinned to the van.

“Punch him in the throat.”  “Yeah, good fuckin’ idea, JJ.” 

I’m not putting it back.” JJ let him go, getting the van. “You guys getting in or what?”

None of you moved. An awkward beat passed and he jumped up and back out the van again. 

“What?” He dared, squaring up again, hand on his hips. 

“We’re sick of your shit.” John B took a few small paces forward. 

“We’re sick of your shit.”

“Oh, my shit.”  “Yeah, yeah. You’re shit.”

“Yes. Your ‘pulling guns on people’ shit.” Kie agreed.

“You acting like a freaking maniac-”

“Okay, Pope, I took the fall for you, man!” His voice broke a tad and your heart ached for him. The betrayal he felt. It was there. He was an open book now. He just wanted to help. But there are consequences to these types of actions. Dire ones. “You know how much money I owe because of you-”  “I’m gonna pay you back, and I didnt ask for you to do that!”  “I just did! Pay it back.” 

Silence. From you especially.

“Right here, right now, by myself.” He paused, looking at each of you, landing on you last and a pang of something split your heart in two. “You know what? That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” He reached back into the van, taking the bag for himself, zipping it up. “Go off by myself.” 

“J-” Kie stopped you. And Pope tried too. 

“Just…let him go.” 

“He wants to be like his dead, he can go for it.” You bit your lip. You didn't like that one bit. “There is no reasoning with him when he’s like this, Y/n.” 

“You know what? No. You guys might let him go off on that path but I won't.” You looked at him. “I’ll talk to him.” 

You jogged after him. He had made quite the way up the road you were still within earshot of the others. 

“JJ-” You stumbled, rocks kicking under your feet. “Please wait!” He kept going. “For me, please!”

“ Please. ” He smirked, turning round. “I like it when you say that to me.” You crawled in your skin slightly, goosebumps prickling at his possessive tone over you. “You coming or what?” The ya you couldn't meet his eyes and that said all it needed to.  “You know that’s not why I'm talking to you right now. You need us.” He huffed dryly.  “What then?” 

“I-” You wanted to tell him how you felt. What he meant to you.

“I haven't got all day. Spit it out.”  “I need you.” You moved closer, reaching out for the hem of his shirt, looking up through your lashes at him. The way his Adam's apple bobbed and his jaw clamped. You raised your hand to his cheek, feeling the anger swelling in the heat under his skin. He sighed, leaning forward, your lips touching briefly to soothe himself and you. You froze because you knew they were all watching. Judging. But you let go of his shit and melted into him for a moment. A sweet, fleeting moment. 

“I can’t.” He murmured into your mouth, pulling back a centimetre. 

“Why?” He heard you whisper to him. Only to him. 

“All my life I’ve had everything taken from me. By Kooks, by my dad. And now by the Pogues too.” You furrowed your brow in frustration. This was so classic JJ. But you spoke quietly. Not raising your voice. Just desperate for him to come back to you. 

“No, they didn’t take anything from you, JJ. You lost their respect. You know John B’s right, you wanna keep doing this shit you’re gonna end up exactly like him.” 

“Who?” he spat. YOu hesitated. “For fuck’s sake, Y/n. Say it or fuck off.” 

“You dad.” You knew the words stung. And you couldn't bring yourself to lie to his face. He needed to hear it. If not from anyone…then from you. He stepped back, the rift of dead, negative space between you increasing  “You know it.” You knew he’d at least listen to you. This sentence was slower but it didn’t stop your voice from cracking and a tear slipping from your face. 

“Just because we fucked once doesn’t mean I care about you and it don’t give you the right to think you mean shit to me.”

“Okay. Fine. You keep convincing yourself of that. But let’s say I may not mean shit to you; But I know they do!” You defended, pointing behind you. 

“Just fuck off. Fuck you and pretty little ideals and your goody goody attitude. It’s all fucking bullshit ,Y/n!” You chuckled dryly, 

“You have serious anger issues.” Tears welled in your eyes. You wouldn't let them fall. They’d have to just blur your vision instead. 

“And you have a saviour complex.” He finally did it. He stunned you into silence for the first time since you met him. “Face it, I’m just your project.” Your face fell deeper into a hurt frown. You continued, more hurt than ever before. 

“How could you say that?” You spoke softly but he continued with violence in his voice, spitting venom with his words. The type that kills slowly 

“Oh, come on! I’m convenient. If you succeed, you fixed the fucked up kid, have a gold star.” Anger spiked up in your chest, clinging to your words. 

“And if I don’t…”

“You can fuck off back England like nothing ever happened.”

“So that’s what you think this is.” 

“I know it is, Y/n. It doesn't really matter either way because there is no ‘this’.” JJ gestured between the two of you. One drop of solitary water trailed down your cheek. 

“No, JJ. You don’t know shit! You wanna act like a fucking kid and throw a tantrum, be my fucking guest, but don’t you dare make assumptions about me and my fucking ideals or motives!” 

“Fine. Hypocrite .” He turned to walk away.

“What did you say?” You whispered to keep the seething anger at bay. The lid would blow off any second. “Hey! What the fuck did you just call me?” You grabbed his shoulder, turning him back round to face you with a shove, voice hoarse. 

“I said you’re a fucking hypocrite, Y/n!” You raised a hand, swatting him across the face. It wasn’t a harsh slap but the principle was still there and lingering eyes from behind you had clearly seen because a number of gasps came from their way. You too winced but it was too late now. You had to keep the facade up. 

“Fuck you.” He spat looking you dead in the eyes, 

“You already did, Maybank. Or have you forgotten already because I mean that little to you?” 

You turned on your heel. You didn’t dare look back. You couldn’t see him. Didn’t want to know if he was still standing there. Or if he too had walked in the opposite direction. You just kept walking, step after step. Avoiding any and all looks from the others, you kept your head low, ashamed because they had heard it all. You lost JJ and now you could lose the rest of them. You broke a Pogue rule and hit him. Just as his father had before you. You didn’t know that yet though. Instead, you got into the van and sat in the corner, brooding, holding back tears of anger, shame, embarrassment…but mostly, of hurt. 

No one said a word. They just got in after you and drove you back to The Wreck.

—

“Look, he’ll come around, alright? It’s..He’s doing a JJ thing.” Your anxiety got the better of you this time. You always had to rush in with your little saviour complex and ruin it, pushing them closer to the tipping point. Although this time you may have just thrown him off completely. 

“You think he’ll go home?”

“There's about a zero percent chance that JJ goes home.” Pope answered Kie who was  staring blankly at the table in front of her. 

“I’m sorry, guys. I should have listened.”  “Hey, you couldn't have known. We all tried.” Pope smiled sadly.

“No, but we didn't. We lashed out on him.”  For good reason, Y/n.” 

“No, Kie. He’s hurting. More than you guys, or I know. You are his family. All of you.” 

“You are too. Don’t think we missed the rule breaking.” You moved in your seat. You had hoped they had missed it but you knew they were watching. 

“So, are you two a thing or did you guys just…do it.?”  “Kie…” Sarah warned softly. She knew, like you, what moving into a tight-knit friendship group was like. To fall for one of them so fast and hard you felt like you were losing control of it all. 

“Okay.” Pope sighed suddenly moving from his place by the window to the table you all sat round. “It’s too dangerous to pawn this thing off piecemeal. So…our best bet is to go down there and get the rest of it.” You frowned. You didn't even want to think about the gold when JJ was god knows where on his own. He was old enough to be alone, yeah…but it didn't stop you from worrying. “Bring it all up at once. Put it in- in a safe or a vault or something-...I don't know. Just until we can find someone who won't rip us off.” You all shared the same look. All except you.  Sarah smiled at you sadly. She knew what was really on your mind. “Okay? I can figure it out tonight, get it dont and we can be out there tomorrow morning.”

“Alright, let's do it. Let’s go.”

“What about that thing with my dad?” Sarah asked, frowning at her boyfriend. 

“Shit.”  “What thing?” Pope pried, leaning over the back of a chair. 

“I have to go fishing with Ward.” If you'd been taking a sip of water you would have done a spit take then and there. Pope sighed again, exasperated. 

“You can’t get four hundred mil ‘cause you’re gonna go kill fish?” 

“Look, I have to go.” He replied to Kiara, his eyes in his lap. 

“Blow it off. It’s four hundred million in gold!”

“Make something up.” Kie agreed with Pope. 

“Look, I- I have to, okay? He…he saved me, alright? And if it weren't for Ward, I’d be in foster care.” 

“So this is just this looming thing now? You’re in constant debt to him?” You snarked.

“Pretty much, yeah. So I have to go. Plus, it’ll be better to do it at night. Right?” 

“Fine. Fine. Go fishing.” 

“And at least JJ will probably have washed up by then.”

You looked at the time on your phone. About four o’clock. Your Aunt would be expecting you back by now anyway. “I’ve got to go.” 

“I’ll give you a lift.” Kie said, going to get her keys for her truck. 

“You and Pope are welcome to come. We can plan it out at my Aunt’s.” Kie looked at Pope who shrugged. 

“Yeah, sure. We may have to make a stop over at mine. Gotta check in with the Pop’s.” You nodded.  “Cool.” You addressed Sarah and John B, “We’ll see you guys tomorrow night probably.”  “Yep.” 

—

You all split ways. Kie locked up at the Wreck and you jumped into her truck on the passenger seat, Pope in the back, waving the couple off as they drove off in the Twinkie back to Figure Eight.  

The drive was…awkward. Silent. Apart from the radio. And when Pope jumped out you sat there in more stale silence. 

Until Kie broke it:

“So…you and JJ?” You knew it was coming at some point. 

“Uh…It’s not anything really.”  “You guys  thing or something?”  “Or something.” You snapped without realising. “Sorry.” She smiled lightly. 

“Don’t worry. I’ve been there before.” You tilted your head, a wave of something uncomfortable stirred you up. “No like that! No pogue on pogue macking and all. 

“What do you mean then?”  “Well, we got closer after all that shit with Sarah before we made up. JJ was there more than the others. I guess somewhere I liked him. It didn't last though. It was a fleeting crush.” She chuckled and sighed.  “We…we aren't a thing. We just…”  “Had sex. Kissed. I know.”  “How?”  “You two don't hide your feelings very well. I can tell you care about him.”  “And JJ?” You bit it back but you had a case of word vomit right now when talking to her. You’d told no one and were dying to let it off your chest. It was a heavy, hot weight on your conscience. “What does he think?” Her lips poured and she looked out at the road in the dimming sunlight. Sunset was due in a couple hours and the sky was already preparing its inky stain of nightfall. 

“He’s hard to read. As you know.” A pregnant pause set between you. Then, “He’s hurt though. His Dad…it’s not my place to tell. But I'm sure you’ve guessed his type of character. JJ often gets the butt end of it.” She grimaced at the thought. You did too. You’d had friends in similar situations in England if your assumptions were right. It was all too common unfortunately “His temper.”

“I…really care about him, Kie. I don't want to hide that from him or the others.” It was the first time you’d even admitted that to yourself, let alone another soul.  “Look, I love JJ as much as the next Pogue. But that road isn't an easy one to take. Sometimes he loses it. He dissociates. He doesn't know what he is doing. He’s better at controlling his temper than Luke, he never takes it out on anyone physically really. Not in the way Luke does. But he’s a loose cannon, Y/n.” 

“He’s a scared teenager, Kie.” 

“I know. He’s terrified.” she agreed, wringing her hands. Her brown eyes met yours. She stared at you intently, making sure her next works sunk in. 

“He doesn't need fixing. He just needs to be loved. To be shown how to love properly. There’s only so much friendship can do.” 

“Why do I sense a big ‘however' here” She nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat, a shorter strand of her long curly hair fell in her face and she brushed it way behind her ear. 

“ However , you can only help someone who wants to be helped.” 

“You think-”  “That he doesn't want help? I think the boy is crying for it. But not for everything he’;s going through. Like his drug addiction, for example. It’s a vice. A habit that he doesn't want to break because it helps. He desensitised to it mainly now. He smokes too much. But he doesn't care about that. But I think you can help.” You were unsure. You didn't want to go behind his back.It all felt…dirty. Wrong to even think about. 

“Kie…”  “Please.” Her mouth was held in a tight lipped smile. Like she could cry at any given second. “I wouldn't be talking to you about it without him telling you first. But If what I think JJ feels about you is right…you can better him. Prove to him he doesn't need unhealthy habits. That relationships other than platonic aren't just sex, drugs, etcetera.” 

You broke eye contact with her. You didn't want to say yes. It felt like too much responsibility. It felt like what he had said just hours before was going to become a frightening reality if it all happened. Self fulfilling prophecy and all. 

“I cleave at the end of summer. I’m not here forever. My whole stay here. It's not permanent. It’s-” You paused, looking for a word to describe it. Temporary wouldn't do. “It’s transient.” 

“Just think about it. When he comes back, tell me you’ll at least think about it.”

“When I leave…he won't be heartbroken? He won't go back to it all?”  “Not if you don't become his next habit.” You felt more like a prescription in this situation. Not a fix. 

“How do I avoid that? How do I even begin?”  “From what I saw earlier, you've started to chip away at him already. I saw how he hesitated before saying no to coming back. He was thinking about it. He’s stubborn. But for some reason you’ve been sent here by the universe and I have a strong hunch this is that reason, Y/n.” You stewed on it for a second. There was no point in not trying if you could help. Worst case scenario it doesn't work. He doesn't change one bit. Worst case scenario, you fall for him. Deeply. So deeply you drown in him. But you had been that way since forever. He wasn’t a project by any means. You saw him as a person. Your person maybe. 

“I’ll think about it.” She breathed out a sigh of relief. He’d be the death of you. But it was a little death for a large victory. 

“Let me know if you decide to try. You’re good for him. I see it already.”

—

Helen, although shocked to have guests, welcomed them in despite her opinions on the group. She asked if they wanted something to eat. You all said yes and she made cheese sandwiches for you. You ate in your room. Planned everything out. Made notes, updated the group chat. No one read or responded to Pope’s texts. But at least they won't be completely in the dark and have some idea of everything. 

Helen clocked out and into bed after knocking on your door. She was asleep and completely out cold by the time you had finished. All that was left to do was check you had everything you needed. 

Sneaking out was no trouble at all. You locked the door behind you, hopped in Kie’s truck, left for Pope’s for a quick changeover, all without a stir from so much as the car engines. 

But the problem lay at the Chateau. Waiting for you three. You just didn't know it yet.

“Okay, we gotta focus.” Kie said matter of factly, fighting off the urge to fall asleep. It was late at night now. The island was dead calm. 

“I know, I know.”  “Okay, walk me through it one more time before I forget, Pope.” You asked

“We got John B and JJ inside the well, and me up top with you, Y/n. And you, Kie, and Sarah will be outside transporting.” You nodded. 

“Yeah, we got this.” She said it so nonchalantly; Like it was nothing at all. Like you weren't about to pull off the biggest robbery in most likely the history of the island. You all got out of the truck. 

“Cool. Uh, I got a winch.”  “Yeah.” 

“That tin can hold over, like, two hundred, three hundred pounds.” he pointed to it. You’d changed from Kie;s car to Pope’s dads old ford truck which he managed to snag for the next day. How? You had no idea how though. 

“Thanks.” She smiled. You couldn't lie, there may have been something there. You were cheering Pope on from the sidelines here. He was happy he was getting somewhere with her. 

“Uh, what for?” Heasked, reaching for the tins.

“Stranding us. You know, making us make up.” 

“What makes you think that was me?” You smiled, grabbing a tin too, giving the two of them some space for their moment. 

But it was ruined anyway. A whirring started up, lights turned on in the trees and you three stood there, confused. Who the hell else was here?

“What the hell?”

“The fuck?” You muttered to yourself with Pope, putting the tin down to turn the corner of trees. 

“Who the hell is that?” You had a small nagging voice in your head telling it was Rafe or even Barry. But what they'd be doing out at this time of night, you didn't know. 

Making your way through the trees you were met by a sight and half. JJ was sprawled out in a black inflatable hot tub and there were new lights strung up all over the place. A cork popped out a champagne bottle that he held in his hands and a pair of tinted black shades hung on the slope of his nose.  

“What did you do, JJ?” You couldn't quite process it all. He- he was here. In front of you. But none of this fits. He wasn't acting like himself. Not really. Your stomach had started to form knotts, balling up to make its way up your throat. 

“I got a jet going straight up my but right now. Y’all should get in immediately. You hear me?” He chuckled and poured himself a large glass of champagne, carelessly followed by another, some dribbling down the side of the plastic flutes. “Salud!” and then took a heft swig from the bottle. 

“How much did this cost?” Pope was mortified. And so was Kie. But you, you were stunned. Stunned and terrified. He slurred his words, clearly drunk already. If not, then very, very tipsy.

“Well, with the generator, the petrol, and- oh, hey, express delivery…yeah, pretty much all of it.” You gasped, clutching a hand to your mouth. 

“Hey, Y/n, baby, why’d you look so scared. Come in.” You didn't dare move. Hot, heavy, salty tears pricked at your eyes. If this whole thing wasn't a cry for help then you didn't know what was. 

“All of it?”

“Yeah, all of it.”

“You spent all the money in one day?” He nodded, adjusting his aviator ray bans. 

“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket. But, I mean, come on, guys, like, look at this!” He gestured clumsily to it all. The show he was putting on. “Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that’s what they told me.” He looked at the three of you, seeing the look of disgust on Kiara’s face. 

“Kie, what? Can’t a man have a little luxury in his life? Come on, all this scrimpin’ and scrapin’...” He held back a sob with his words but it started to crack through. He took his glasses off. You could see the dried tears on his face. The split in his lip likely from another fight with someone or other. Most likely his Dad. “I mean, like…guys, we– you only live once, right?” He waved it off but you saw the hurt. You saw the pain and the ache and the trembling little kid who went home to a beating not a hug and a “I’m proud of you, son’ after school. For the first time, you saw JJ .  “Enough of this emotional shit. Get in the Cat’s Ass. Come on.”

“In the what?” You grimaced at the crude name. Tears running from your eyes down to your hand that was clamped over your mouth. 

“In the Cat’s Ass.” He suppressed a slight giggle. “That’s what I named her.” You didn't say a word. You just wanted to cry. For him. For yourself. Selfishly, anyway. “Oh, hey, I almost forgot.” He swirled round, reaching for a button. Something flipped on and m0re gaudy lights started to flash and jets sprayed across the thing. “Huh? Yeah, that’s right, I know. Disco mode, baby! That’s right I know.” The look on your faces was not from ‘disco mode’ though. 

“Are you kidding me? You could have paid for restitution!” Pope yelled shrilly over the sound of the loud jets. 

“Or literally given it to any charity!” 

“Or better yet, you could have helped us buy supplies to get the rest of the gold out the well.”  “Guy’s, stop!” You shouted over them. Scorning them. It was overwhelming him. His heart was in the right place. You were sure of it. 

“Okay, well, you know what? I didn't do that!”

When JJ stood up out of the water, his torso was exposed. Large, angry, aching bruises stained his skin deep purple and black. You gasped in pain. In pain for him, stumbling slightly. 

“JJ, sweetheart-” You had an idea in your head of what JJ had to go through but seeing him with marks like that made you want to wrap him up in a tight hug, never let him go. Never let him get hurt by anyone else. 

The bruises shut the others up too. Not just you. But you couldn't look at his face. All you could look at was his injuries. Pope and Kie were the exact same. 

“I got a hot tub! For my friends.” It was like a switch flipped. He started to shake and sway from sobs and liquor. “I got a hot tub for my friends. You know what> No, you know what? Screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family!”

“JJ what the hell?” Kie noted the marks on his skin. 

“I got this for you. Guys, look what I did for you! Alright? Look at this.” 

“JJ.”  “No, you stop being emotional. It’s fine, okay?”

He turned but you were done with seeing him like this. WIth him hurting. Fuck anything else. You need JJ to be okay. You needed him to know you were there. To feel you. To feel skin on skin that wasn't from lust or violence. But love. So you threw all caution to the wind, climbing in, not caring if your clothes got sodden wet and if you were going to itch from the chlorine the next day. He turned back to see you stood there, you didn't give him a science to think before you pulled him into a hug. So be careful not to aggravate his wounds or to hurt him. You cradled him in your arms, your short turning see through as it clung to you and him. Holding him up as he collided with you, wracking sobs out of him to jolt you. 

“Sweetheart, it's okay, I've got you.” You cooed, letting his head fall into your chest, clinging onto him for dear life. “I promise, I swear on everything. I;ve got you. I’m not letting go, love. I promise.” You mub;ed into his wet hair, kissing his head tenderly, softly. Showing him the love he so greatly deserved and craved. 

“I just couldn't do it.” He sputtered, his hands wrapping around your waist, arms holding you tightly. He never wanted you to slip away at this moment. You ran yours through his hair, humming to him. “I can't take him anymore.”  “And you dont ever have to again. Ever. Not if you don't want to. I’ll protect you, lovely. I swear. I promise. I’ll do everything I can for you. Anything you want. Anything you need.” 

“I was gonna kill him.” He shrieked through tears that were soaking your sleeve. 

You felt two more pairs of arms wrap around you. JJ reached out for them both. You all held him. Stabilised him. Listened to him. Loved him. 

“I just wanna do the right thing.”

“I know. I know.”  

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steve harrington being in love with the softest, cutest girl in town. she’s truly out of a fairytale. they’re close friends and pining for each other painfully— steve’s main love language is physical touch, so he showers his sweet girl in affection and praise, soft cheek smooches and forehead kisses and long hugs that make her all adorably flustered because she’s not a touchy person nor has she ever welcomed someone’s touch, but she starts to crave it from her stevie; his girl’s main love language however is gift giving, so she makes her stevie a pretty bracelet, always bakes him sweets, gives him crystals she believes might help him, and also her favorite ring ever that he never takes off. everyone knows they’re meant to be together, steve believes they’re soulmates. she’s so kind and nice and loving and caring but it dials up to eleven when it comes to her stevie. the thing is, she’s so sure steve still loves nancy — he doesn’t — and it breaks her heart to think if it came down to it that her stevie would choose nancy over her. robin and dustin figure it out after seeing steve’s girl’s reactions whenever nance is around, and tell steve. his heart breaks. steve does his best to show his favorite girl that he wants her, but for some reason (be it her insecurities or romantic inexperience) she can’t bring herself to believe it, to believe someone would choose her, and it’s a mess of angst and fluff as steve tries to prove to her that she’s all he wants for the rest of his life.

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We Can’t Have Sex

v.h

pairing: vinnie hacker x girlfriend!reader

summary: in which the couple wants something they can’t have.

warnings: fem!reader, reader gets her period, new relationship, mentions of sex, shy!reader, short, lowercase intended

authors note: i love how cute vinnie is in this😭😭

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“wait,” y/n pulled away from the kiss as it became more heated, just when vinnie was beginning to slide his hand under her shirt.

seeing as they were still in the honeymoon phase, only being together for three weeks, the couple was definitely more on the affectionate side.

or, as jett called it, they were “fucking like rabbits”.

day or night, it didn’t matter, they were showing their admiration for each other in the most intimate way. moans ripping through their throats, pleasure running through their veins. it was the kind of sex you could only feel during the summer.

so, you could only imagine the confusion and rejection that vinnie felt when y/n was suddenly putting a stop to their routine.

“did i do something wrong?” his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not moving his hands from their comfortable position on her bare stomach.

“of course not, it’s just…w-we can’t go any further.” y/n felt her plump cheeks begin burning, both from the nervousness caused by his touch and the embarrassment from her statement.

y/n knew it was nothing to be embarrassed of- or at least she tried to tell her self that it wasn’t. but, having to pause a romantic moment because of her cycle wasn’t the ideal moment of womanhood.

“why? is it something i did? i-i mean, it’s fine that you don’t want to, i just wanna make sure i didn’t, like, upset you.” vinnie rubbed soft circles around her bellybutton with his thumb, causing that exact area to erupt with butterflies.

“no! i mean, i do want to, it’s just that…i’m, uh, i’m on my period…” y/n trailed off, her voice getting quieter as the sentence went on.

unlike her boyfriend, y/n was much more on the shy side. vinnie was her first relationship, and she was still trying to learn how to find her voice.

vinnie was very patient with her, never rushing her. even when he took her virginity, he was conscious of her well-being and asking if she was alright after every step he took.

however, it was times like these when she felt the most vulnerable.

“awh, baby, that’s alright. we can just watch a movie, no worries.” he gave her a soft smile and moved his left hand towards hers, intertwining their fingers. “no need to be embarrassed.”

y/n smiled wide and sat up a little, “thanks, vin. and i’m sorry…i didn’t mean to, y’know, tease you or whatever.”

vinnie smiled but scoffed, “pft, baby, i don’t care what we do as long as you’re comfortable. i’m perfectly fine with not going further than a makeout. besides, periods don’t last forever,”

he ended the sentence with a wink, making her blush and shake her head. he was right, though.

best believe that they’ll be back to normal as soon as the weeks over.

[jjwantsme]

Hey, I was wondering if you would be okay with me adding your fics to my MOAM its a blog post where all fics based on the outer banks characters will be put together, I don't claim any credit. No worries if you don't want to be added :)

of course!!! ty for asking <333

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THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH for 200 followers 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 i appreciate every single one of you

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FINALLY POSTED IT!!! You can find it here <3

Heyyy!!! I was wondering if ur ever gonna make a part 2 to captain save a hoe?? It’s my favvvv jj fic 😫

THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT 🥲🥲🥲 i definitely am! just not rn, been soooo very busy

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i NEED a pt 2 to captain save a hoe

FINALLY posted here <3

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I Wanna Be Saved!

j.m

pairing: jj maybank x kook!reader

summary: in which he finally saves his favorite hoe. (part II to ‘Captain Save A Hoe’)

warnings: nsfw, lowercase intended, cussing, kiara still lowk being mean😭, slutshaming, promiscuous!reader, mentions of smut, kinda short

authors note: i love this little theory sm 🥲🥲🥲 thank yall for reading

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JJ looked zoned-out while John B went on about some stupid theory, a theory that he frankly didn’t care about. how could he care when hours earlier, his girl walked out on him?

okay, alright, she technically wasn’t his girl. but, in his mind, he was certainly her boy.

“JJ, are you even listening?” kiara looked at him with a face of annoyance.

“yeah, you were like, just straight up ignoring everything we said,” pope said in his monotone voice, only aggravating the boy in question even further

“everything is fucked, bro!” the blondie huffed, standing up off the couch as he shocked the other three teenagers. “y’all are confusing and annoying the shit out of me with this dumbass mystery thing, as if we’re in a fucking tv show! this is real life, okay?! we’re not gonna find fucking gold. listen, my favorite fucktoy walked out on me, okay, how the fuck am i supposed to pay attention?! also, i haven’t gotten high in, like, 25 hours and i’m getting withdrawals.”

the room stayed silent for a solid 6 seconds once JJ finished his stressed rant, the other teenagers looked at each other with their eyebrows raised. what the fuck was he talking about?

“uh, okay, let’s disregard the gold thing for a few minutes- what do you mean by ‘fucktoy’?” pope interrupted the silence, kiara nodding slowly in agreement to his statement.

JJ sighed and sat back on his spot on the couch, resting his forehead in his hands, “y/n, bro-“

“you fucked her?!” kiara exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowing in a mix of anger and confusion. “i literally told you that she was a bitch!”

“yo, don’t talk about her that way,” he lifted his head off his hands, “she’s actually cool, alright? i really, really like her.”

“so, then…what’s the problem?” john b shrugged slightly with raised eyebrows.

“that is the problem, dude! she’s pissed ‘cause we agreed on no actual feelings involved, but of course, i fucking folded.”

“such a bitch,” kiara mumbled, making JJ roll his eyes.

“i’m confused,” pope narrowed his eyes.

the boy groaned, “jesus, pope, how slow are you? she made me bust a couple times and now i’m ready for marriage!”

“woah-“

“look, J, you’ll get over her. there’s hundreds of hot girls on this island, you’ll be fine. now, can we please stay focused on becoming rich?” kiara spoke louder this time, cutting off pope’s shocked reaction to JJ’s explanation.

“whatever,” JJ mumbled as john b took the opportunity to plan out the next step to finding the mind-boggling gold.

they just didn’t get it.

maybe she is a hoe, JJ thought. maybe he was just another check off of the promiscuous girl’s list of dicks to suck. but, if she is a hoe, she certainly is his favorite.

y/n groaned as she woke up in another man’s bed.

after leaving JJ, she was desperate to find someone as good as him- but, she had been failing miserably.

they never made her feel as good as he did, and probably never will. JJ was different.

sex with these men was just boring. sure, they weren’t bad, but none of them were the best. it was just plain old sex. but, with JJ, it was like her pussy was made for him.

she couldn’t keep entertaining all these other boys anymore. she needed a man, she needed her man.

so, she swallowed her pride and typed up a text. ‘missing the taste of you’, she sent to him.

she was shocked when her phone dinged shortly after. ‘yeah? i’m missing the feeling of you’, he replied back to her.

yeah. that settles it. her pussy was made for him.

the teens continued their back and forth vulgar texts for the rest of the week. photographs of his dick being sent to her, voice memos of her cumming around a sex toy being sent to him.

‘i wanna see you again’, y/n said one day, and JJ would be idiotic to decline.

they agreed on a place and time. 2:00 AM in y/n’s bedroom. they clarified that there wouldn’t be much talking involved, they just wanted to feel each other’s bodies again.

he wanted to feel her juices pour onto his tongue as he pleasured her. she wanted to feel his cock stretching her out, she wanted to feel the mix of pleasure and pain.

so, there JJ was, exactly at 2:00 AM, in his favorite girl’s room.

there lips molded together in a heated makeout, his hands going down to grip her ass as they slowly moved towards the bed.

“wait, stop, wait,” JJ gasped out as he pulled away from the kiss when he felt her warm hand travel down his shorts. “we can’t do this, i’m sorry, but we can’t,”

“what? why?” she pulled her hands back as she looked at him with a face of confusion.

“because i still like you, y/n.”

her face fell as she sighed and stepped back, sitting on her bed. “yeah, i figured.” she sighed and looked down.

“look, y/n,” he situated himself in his shorts, trying his best not to focus on his raging hard-on, “i know that you have a boyfriend, but-“

“we broke up.” y/n cut him off when the words slipped from his mouth, making JJ’s heart stop.

“…what?” he breathed out, “really? wh-why?”

“i mean…sure, he was an okay boyfriend. but, he just…he just wasn’t you.”

JJ sucked in a breath at her words.

“i think i like you too, J.” she told him, just above a whisper.

“oh.” was all he could say, although in his mind he was celebrating her reciprocation.

“maybe…maybe we could go on a date or something?” she asked as she stood up again, walking towards him again.

“yeah, i…i’d like that,” he spoke quietly, cupping her face.

“i take back what i said,” he said, pecking her lips, “we can definitely do this.”

the couple spent the night making love, one round after another.

her moans were music to his ears, it felt like a reward for every good thing he’d ever done.

he’d do a thousand good things if it meant he’d get to fuck her everynight.

they stayed in each other’s arms all morning long, tracing shapes on one another’s bare skin.

“JJ?” y/n whispered into his neck as the sun shined on them through her window.

“yeah?”

“thank you for saving me.

[jjwantsme]

Heyyy!!! I was wondering if ur ever gonna make a part 2 to captain save a hoe?? It’s my favvvv jj fic 😫

THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT 🥲🥲🥲 i definitely am! just not rn, been soooo very busy

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Yall i have SOOOO many requests to get to😭😭😭 so sorry if it takes a while im pretty stressed

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It’s Christmas, Charlie Brown!

j.m

pairing: jj maybank x girlfriend!reader

summary: after years of neglection, christmas was never an excitement in JJ’s life- that is, until he met y/n

warning: kind of grumpy boyfriend x sunshine girlfriend trope, fluff, mentions of abusive family, cussing, references to smut, let me know if there’s anything missing!

authors note: i couldn’t sleep at 6am and came up with this. Time for a holiday special!!! Sorry im over a week late 😭😭

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JJ groaned a bit as he felt his shoulder being shaken, still half asleep as he listened to his girlfriend’s bubbly voice.

“JJ, wake up, wake up, it’s christmas!” Y/n cheered, excitement radiating off her flushed face.

“baby, baby,” JJ rasped, “it’s 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 christmas. Don’t cream your pants over it.”

“‘Just Christmas’?!” She gasped dramatically, pretending to be overly offended- which, wasn’t too far from the truth. “now, come on, get up so we can make breakfast!”

JJ couldn’t really relate to her excitement.

Unlike his loving girlfriend, he grew up in a broken home.

Growing up with an abusive father, and an absentee mother, JJ never really got to have Christmas. His father never held them by the fire or watched movies with him; he received a present once, but it was taken shortly after on account of bad behavior.

So, because of him never getting to experience all of the christmas magic, it was never a big deal to him. In his book, it was just any old day.

And, normally, that would be a deal breaker for y/n. However, seeing as JJ is perfect for her in every other aspect, she let it slide this time.

She’d just have to make-up for all of the christmas he’s missed.

“Breakfast?” JJ sat up and groaned, “I thought your parents would be doing that!”

“Well, yeah…but, I asked if we could do it,” y/n grinned, clearly not understanding his exhaustion, “It’s part of the fun!”

She began putting bottoms over her bare legs, still half-naked from when JJ undressed her the night before.

JJ couldn’t help but let out a small smile at her excitement, looking over all the hickeys on her stomach.

Boy, was he in for a long holiday.

“Oh, JJ! This is for you,” Mrs. y/l/n chirped as she handed JJ a gift, “from me and y/n’s father!”

Y/n had definitely received her positive attitude from her mother.

“Oh, shit, y-you guys really didn’t have to get me anything,” JJ chuckled and shook his head, rubbing his neck as he grabbed the present.

“Of course we did!”

JJ smiled wide as he opened the gift, feeling like a little kid again as y/n sat right next to him.

He wasn’t used to any parents loving him the way y/n’s did, it was definitely still something to get used to.

Her parents absolutely adored him, always inviting him over for meals and letting him spend the night

When they first met, JJ thought for sure they’d despise him, the same way most parents do. He thought they’d say he’s a bad influence on their daughter, and that he’s no good just like his dad.

But, they never said that. They took him in with open arms.

JJ opened the gift slowly, his smile growing when he opened the box to reveal a ring.

A ring with the letter “J” imprinted onto it.

“Do you like it?” Y/n smiled up at him with her innocent voice.

“I love it!” He was so happy, he almost laughed, “Thank you guys, so much!”

He gave her parents quick hugs.

“Now open mine, open mine!” Y/n couldn’t contain her excitement, and anticipation, as she handed him the gift she picked out.

He opened hers much more quickly, and he swore his cheeks were going to break from smiling too hard when he saw it. A necklace with her first initial on it.

“Do you like it? Look, I got us matching ones!” She pulled hers out of her hoodie pocket, (the same hoodie she stole from JJ), and showed it to him.

It had a J on it, and he blushed so hard that he saw stars. He wouldn’t be surprised if there were hearts in his eyes.

“Oh my god, baby,” JJ kissed her head, and then her cheek, and then her lips. “I absolutely adore it.”

Y/n couldn’t help the giddy tears that welled up in her eyes as she watched him put it on with so much pride.

“I’ll never take it off!”

“Who’s idea was it to invite them over? Like, seriously, who let John B in?” Kiara jokingly asked as she watched him and pope nearly break y/n’s family vase.

“Ha-ha, very funny, kie.” Pope sarcastically replied, taking his seat at the dinning table.

After everyone’s parents approval, y/n had invited all of the pogues over for christmas dinner at her place. Her mother made a five-course-meal for them, and let them have sparkling water to drink.

Y/n was pretty close with the pogues, especially sarah, as she grew up a kook. Well, nobody really called her a kook. She had a foot in both worlds; her parents were filthy rich, but she never acted snobby or better than anyone. She didn’t fit in with the other kooks, which is why she was more of a lone-wolf- that is, until she met the pogues.

“Oh, it’s fine!” Y/n’s mom insisted as she took her seat, “We can afford a new one, no worries!”

“Thank you, Mrs. y/l/n, this all looks amazing,” Pope nervously changed the conversation topic as he examined the meal, already having his heart set on the glazed ham.

“Hey, princess,” JJ spoke quietly to y/n as everyone else engaged in their own conversation, “can i talk to you in the other room for a moment?”

Y/n bit her lip, which was an anxiety-motivated habit, before nodding.

“We’ll be right back!” JJ smiled at everyone, taking his girl’s hand and leading her to the living room.

“What is it?” Y/n asked once they were alone, watching as JJ took a present from under the tree.

“Just wanted to give you your present…” he trailed off, handing a wrapped, book-shaped item to her.

“Awh, baby,” she pouted as she took it from him, “you know you didn’t have to get me anything!”

“What, you really thought i wouldn’t get you a present? On your favorite holiday?” He raised his eyebrows, “Jeez, i’m not that poor.”

Y/n unwrapped the gift, letting out a small gasp when she saw what it was.

A scrapbook of their relationship thus far, with polaroids of them from the very beginning.

JJ grew nervous when he saw how silent she was, her usually being his little chatterbox.

Most people probably found it annoying how talkative she was, but he thought it was just the most precious thing.

“Do you not like it? I’m sorry if it’s not…i don’t know, fancy enough? I was on a budget, i thought it was cute, but i completely understand if you don’t like it, it is kind of cor-“

Y/n cut him off by kissing him, passionately, as she rested a hand on his shoulder.

She pulled away after almost a minute, looking him in the eyes.

“Is that your way of telling me you would’ve liked a more sexual gift? Cause, y’know i have no problem getting you a-“

“JJ!” She spoke sharply as she cut him off, trying not to laugh, “I love it, you dumbass!”

“Really?” JJ’s face went from a smirk to a soft smile as she spoke.

“Of course, I do! I’ve never gotten anything this thoughtful. Thank you so much. I’ll read every single page.” She grinned and hugged him tight, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He smiled wide and hugged her back, just as tight.

He was so nervous about the gift, only having a few dollars to spend.

But, her reaction made him proud of himself, and happier than words can explain.

“So…about that sex toy-“

“JJ!”

“I really can’t believe you’ve never seen this before,” Y/n and JJ cuddled on her bed, watching a charlie brown christmas special. “It’s a classic!”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” He shrugged in reply.

Y/n giggled at his remark, making him smile.

“Y/n, I actually, uh, I wanted to…talk to you about something.” JJ rubbed the back of his neck, making her pause the movie.

“What is it, baby?”

“I just…” he sighed, “I wanted to say thank you.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, “Thank you? For what?”

“I don’t know, I guess just…being with me. Y’know, letting me be yours. I know we’ve only been dating 10 months, but…you really are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I really can’t thank you, or your family, enough for everything you’ve done.” JJ shook his head and sniffled, “I don’t deserve it.”

“Awh, my love,” y/n pouted and sat up to cup his cheeks, “of course you deserve it. You deserve more, actually. I love you so much, and I just know there’s many more christmas’ like this to come.”

He rested his forehead against hers and whispered, “I love you more, beautiful.”

Y/n finished their conversation with a kiss, a kiss that didn’t end until JJ moved his hands up her shirt and began kissing her neck.

“Gonna show you how much I love you,” He mumbled against her neck as he nibbled on it.

Let’s just say; what they did that night, definitely would’ve gotten them on the naughty list.