#jj maybank ff

[erule]

Do I look like I care? | jj maybank

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Kook!reader

Summary: you ask JJ to dance with you at the Midsummer, but things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: jealous!JJ, established relationship, fluff

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: hi! I loved 1x05, so here’s something about it. Hope you like it. Enjoy! x

JJ’s Masterlist

It’s a hot Sunday afternoon, you’re on your boat with JJ, who’s smoking with his sunglasses on. You were talking about the Midsummer dance, since you’re a Kook and your family wants you to go there. Topper offered to be your partner and you agreed, since your boyfriend, a Pogue, can’t participate. Still, you hoped that JJ would have said something about it, moved by jealousy perhaps or the desire to make you happy, but he just seemed unconcerned.

“So, you’re telling me that you’re not even a little bit jealous of Topper?”

He shrugs, breathing out some smoke.

“Do I look like I would be jealous of somebody like Topper?”

“You certainly look like somebody who wouldn’t come to the dance with me,” you reply, testily.

“Babe, you just have to tell me. One word and I do whatever you like. If you want me to be there, I’ll be there,” he says with a smile.

You’re suddenly suspicious: it’s true, JJ would always agree to do something with you, especially dangerous things, but this time it feels like a trap. You’re now sure he’s trying to hide his protectiveness towards you, so you try to push him over the edge.

“Are you sure, J? I mean, you should wear a suit, maybe even pretend to be a waiter to be there and dance with me, something that you don’t even like to do, in front of my parents and the other Kooks. It’s not really your cup of tea,” you say, observing every muscle of your boyfriend. He still seems really calm, but you see a jolt in his hand, while he’s putting out his cigarette. Oh, he’s so jealous. You got him!

“Do I look like I care?” He asks you with effrontery.

You shake your head.

“I think that you’re gonna handle it perfectly,” you answer, giving him a peck on the lips.

Tonight’s the night. You’re wearing your best dress, JJ sent you a text telling you that the plan is still in motion with John B. You’re a little bit nervous: you don’t like pushing JJ’s buttons, but this is important to you and you don’t want to be there with somebody who’s not your boyfriend. This is also the only way to have him there, since your parents don’t approve your relationship with him for obvious reasons. You just hope that they won’t see him or, at least, that they’ll just let him be. Speaking of your parents, they’re calling out your name right now.

Ten minutes later, you’re there with Topper, but you don’t see JJ nearby. You’re turning around too often, so Topper starts getting suspicious about it.

“Is everything okay? Is somebody following you or something?” He jokes.

“What?”

His voice is so irritating, you can’t believe that your parents would love to have him as your boyfriend instead of JJ.

“You’re acting weird, please stop,” he whispers to your ear, while smiling to the people in the room.

“And you’re acting like my father,” you say, then you leave his embrace and go away.

This is not going as planned: JJ is nowhere to be seen and your parents already look lost, because you just left Topper’s side. You breathe out, hoping that Sarah or Kie will appear soon next to you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier,” you hear Topper’s voice behind you. You sigh.

“Topper, you’re a good guy, but…”

“I also forgot to mention that you look really beautiful, tonight,” he adds.

“And this is my time to interfere. Hi Topper, please leave my girl alone, she already has a boyfriend,” JJ says and when you turn around, you see him with some empty glasses on a tray.

“Who made you work here?” Topper asks, surprised.

“Do you work for the police?” JJ replies, shaking his head. “Come on, go away, she saved all of her dances just for me, so you can bore someone else”.

You burst out laughing and Topper mustn't like it, because he runs away livid with rage, probably to call Rafe and his other friends to kick JJ out, but you don't care: he's finally here. JJ leaves the silver plate so he can dance with you.

“You were jealous,” you say, while he’s holding your waist.

“No, I told you: I don’t care”.

“You’re such a liar,” you reply, a smirk on your face.

“Whatever,” he says.

Then he leans down to mutter these words in your ear: "But if you thought I wanted to be the only one to lay a hand on you, you were completely right."

Shivers get down your spine, when you hear his hoarse voice. You didn't even realize you closed your eyes. Now you just feel the heat of JJ's body against yours as you slow dance, the cool air rushing up your ankles. This could be the best moment of your life.

If it weren't for JJ who’s now pulling you away, because Rafe and Topper are chasing you. You run off to the beach, your parents yelling after you, while you laugh and feel free, taking off your heels for more comfort. He takes off his bow tie, throwing it behind him. Luckily your boat is nearby, so you two get on that and hide in the cabin, hoping that the others have not seen you, because you are protected by the darkness of the night. JJ’s still trying to catch his breath, while you’re chuckling.

“What?”

“I’m just thinking about Topper’s face when you appeared,” you answer and he laughs.

“He’s so irritating”.

“Right?”

“He never had a chance with you anyway,” JJ says.

You give him a sly look.

“Why? ‘Cause it’s always been you?”

“No, ‘cause you’re obviously better than him. You’re way out of my league too, honestly. Sometimes I even wonder why you’re with me. You’re better than everybody,” he answers and your heart melts.

You cup his face, your hands caressing his warm skin. His eyes are so blue, they seem the ocean and you’d like to swim into them. He’s holding his breath, as if he’s waiting for you to break up with him right here, right now. But you’re not gonna do that.

“You underestimate yourself, babe. I’m lucky to have you by my side, my knight in shining armor,” you say. “Also, you should put on these elegant clothes more often”.

“Oh, is it?” He asks, his lips on yours.

“Yeah,” you answer with a smile, before he kisses you. “Admit that you were jealous!”

“I was jealous, okay?” JJ squeals, exasperated. “Now let me kiss you!”

You knew it.

[pariahsparadise]

fake outs and make outs | j. m.

nav. | m. list

part one / part two / ?

word count- 1.5k 

pairings- jj maybank x fem!reader, slight rafe cameron x fem!reader (past)

author’s note- not enough jj shit out there. will probably do a part two.

warnings- unedited, swearing, underage drinking, drug use (mentioned)

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

JJ was tired of the sight in front of him.

You, in all your kook splendour, tapping away nervously at your phone, the food in front of you growing cold as the empty seat across from you grew even colder. It was obvious that Rafe was going to stand you up yet again, based on how long you had already been sitting alone in the restaurant. JJ and you had never got along particularly well, something you summed up to being from different parts of Outer Banks, but even he didn’t want you to go through this.

He had seen it happen plenty of times already, the nights always ending with you leaving sadly, walking past him without so much as a look in his direction. You tried to pass it off as arrogance, but he could still see the shame inscribed into your features.

One day, JJ decided, as he took your bill to you and watched as you felt around for your wallet, Rafe was going to get exactly what he deserved. If not from him, it would come from you. He could see it in the hard set of your jaw, your cold and calculating gaze, and a shudder went through him, unable to feel a little scared.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It happened faster than he thought.

One second, everything was normal. And the next, everyone was freaking out, because the Kook Queen and her King had broken up, and now Y/N was up for grabs. A lot of guys had been vying for your attention, under the surface, though, always too scared to make a move whilst you were parading around with Rafe Cameron.

But now? They were sure to be surfacing, like sharks drawn to flesh.

It’s why he was confused to see you approaching him as he wiped down a table in the corner.

“Date me.”

Of all the words JJ Maybank expected from you, those were far off the list, and he choked on air, sputtering a confused, “Excuse me?”

“Well, fake-date me. I’d pay you to do it, it’ll be well worth your time.”

It was almost unnatural to see the cool, collected Y/N seem so desperate, so he couldn’t help asking, “What kind of crack are you on? And would you be willing to share-”

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Maybank, I’m dead serious. But if you aren’t interested, I can always go ask someone else-” You pivoted on your heel, now facing the direction of the exit, but before you could start walking away, JJ spoke up again.

“No, I’m interested!”

You turned and raised an eyebrow at that, so he rushed to move the conversation along, “Why, though? And why me?”

You answered his second question first, “I think we’ve already established that I could go ask someone else, so there’s really no reason I asked you, except for the fact that you were the person I found first. As for why, well, I just want to get back at Rafe.”

When JJ’s brow furrowed, you pressed on, “I thought breaking up with him would finally make him realise what an idiot he’s been, but he doesn’t give a shit. All I’ve seen him do since is stick his tongue down other girl’s throats- like we never even happened. Which is fine, really, I wish that was the case. But I still want to get back at him, and I think pretending like I’ve moved on would do that.”

“Pretending?” JJ piped up, “So, you haven’t moved on?”

“Of course not,” you said a little exasperatedly, “He’s a fucking idiot, but he was my fucking idiot for five months.”

“Right,” the expression JJ’s wearing is inscrutable, but you can see he’s on the verge of saying no to you, so you groan. “Oh, come on! I know you hate Rafe, and he hates you, so why pass up on this chance of messing with him? Getting with his ex, isn’t it the perfect revenge?”

You look at him like you’re offering him everything he wants on a silver platter, which in a way, you are.

“How much will you pay me?” JJ eventually asks, and you scoff a laugh.

“We can work that out later, Maybank. Do we have a deal?”

“Deal.” 

He shakes your hand.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The two of you announce your “relationship” at the next party at the beach. You had spent the entire night glued to JJ’s side, earning confused glances from his Pogue friends, but he just shrugged and winked, which led to them exchanging eyerolls. The only one who didn’t look at ease was Pope, and the way he was eyeing JJ’s arm wrapped around you led you to believe that it would be harder fooling him than the others. 

“Let’s dance,” JJ said, spotting the back of Rafe’s head already in the middle of the jumping crowd.

You let him pull you to your feet, interlacing your fingers with his in a smooth motion that makes his breath catch in his throat, before leading him to the teenagers already calling out your names. 

You flash him a smile and let go of his hand, throwing both of yours up to acknowledge your friends in the crowd and start dancing. JJ joins you almost immediately, and the two of you dance around and with each other smoothly, attracting stares from a few people, but only one of them really matters. 

As the song ends, you suddenly twine your arms around JJ’s neck, pulling him tauntingly close to you. You lipsync the words of the outro of the song as his hands find your waist, and now he’s close enough to hear that you’re actually singing along. His eyes flick down to your lips and up again to see if you’ve noticed, but you have. Instead of scolding him or moving away, you shift a fraction closer, giving him a smile, and fuck, he really wants to kiss you.

He doesn’t, though, because someone grabs your wrist and pulls you away. Cameron stalks away with you in tow, and you look over your shoulder to meet JJ’s eyes to give him a shrug and mouth Wow, that was fast. He just rolls his eyes at you and walks away from the blasting music, grabbing a few drinks and downing them one after the other.

He still can’t stop his jaw from clenching, his teeth from gritting. JJ doesn’t question why.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“He’s a prat!” You explode one day.

JJ and you have been keeping up your ruse for around a month now, and he can see you slowly grow more comfortable around him. That night Rafe dragged you away didn’t lead to anything, you had told him, all he did was yell about JJ and “dirty pogues” before falling asleep right there on the docks.

“Welcome to reality,” JJ snarks, successfully dodging the pillow you lob at his head. “What did Cameron do this time?”

Wordlessly, you hand him your phone- JJ marvels at the amount of trust you have in him- before glancing down at the screen, wincing as he looks at Rafe’s Instagram story, who is busy sucking face with a Kook chick who looks rather familiar.

“Rita,” you name her and JJ nods in recognition, giving you your phone back as you continue, “She’s one of my friends.”

“Some friend,” JJ mutters, but you press on, “He’s totally doing this to get to me, I know it.”

“Well,” the blonde boy points out, “You are dating one of his enemies just to get back at him, so-”

“I know,” you groan out, rubbing a hand down your face, and JJ hates how tired your features look when they appear again, eyebags etched into your skin. “I know,” you say again, quieter, catching him off-guard with your next question.

“Are we bad people? For doing this, I don’t know. I thought I’d feel better, but I don’t. All he does is cocaine, it’s a little sad-”

“Definitely not,” JJ says quickly, his voice holding a little too much feeling, so he pauses to rid himself of it. He doesn’t question why the thought of ending your little ruse makes him feel so sick inside, he just talks. “He totally deserves it for everything he put- is putting you through- so no, we’re not bad people. Call it teenage angst or whatever makes you feel better, but that prat,” he throws your words back at you and you chuckle, “-deserves it. And worse.”

“Thanks, J,” you say, and squeeze his hand.

He freezes, because he hadn’t even realised you were holding it. He simply squeezes yours back and shoots you a hopefully-convincing smile as he comes to terms with the thought snagged in the back of his head, nagging him incessantly.

Letting go of you, of this “fake” relationship? It’s going to be much harder than he thought it would be.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

part two is out!

[sunnyie-eve]

Outer Banks Masterlist

❃Never Leave You

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Summary: Four years ago Callie was forced to move away from where she grew up, on the poor side of Outer Banks, The Cut. When she finally moves back she didn't expect what was coming just because of a silly treasure hunt with friends.

Characters

{ As a welcome back | Getting In Trouble | Redfield | Macking Each | Other | Deny Deny Deny | Gold Bars | Bruises | That's a Lot | Won't Tell a Soul | Not Forgiving | Alive | Homecoming | Need You | Trust | The Angel | Kidnapped | For Saving a Life | Teamwork | Need Time | A Fake | Life Sucks | Stubborn | Making it Harder | Kitty Hawk | 500-year-old mystery }

❃ At Home

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC Cameron Twin!)

Summary: The Cameron twins were so opposite yet so alike at the same time. For starters, they caught Pogues eyes.

{ Kooks | Pogues |

[myreygn]

yall know that vine thats like "can i get a waffle? can i PLEASE get a waffle??"

thats me watching jiara and mayward shippers bashing each others heads in right now like. guys :(

[venusbyline]

Hey guys, I'm Vênus (she/her). This is my new ff blog and requests are already open!

I really like writing dark, smut and/or angst contents for s/o x female readers.

Almost all the characters and artists I'll write for are tagged. Feel free to send me your writing requests on my ask. (ps¹: practically i'll write for all Jacob Elordi and Ryan Gosling's characters, there just wasn't enough space in the tags).

So don't be shy... I'm a member of the "toxic characters stan" too <3

ps²: some characters besides the other characters of Ryan Gosling and Jacob Elordi that I didn't put in the tags but that I can also write for:

Scream: Ethan Landry, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher.

Euphoria: Rue Bennet, Jules Vaughn, Ethan Lewis, Lexi Howard, Chris McKay, Fezco.

Hunger Games: Lucy Gray Baird, Katniss Everdeen, Sejanus Plinth, Johanna Mason, Treech, Clemensia Dovecote, Tigris Snow, Haymitch Abernathy.

MCU: Tom Holland!Peter Parker & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

Daisy Jones & The Six: Eddie Roundtree, Daisy Jones, Camila Dunne.

The Vampire Diaries: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Silas, Rebekah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce.

Margot Robbie: Barbie, Harley Quinn.

Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald, Carter Baizen, Blair Waldorf.

YOU: Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg.

Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black.

Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Alex Karev.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank.

Anyway, more characters can be added here over time!

[jjfp4l]

Regrettably Attached | JJ Maybank

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader, Pogues x Reader

Summary: After years of being away in Outerbanks, you reunited with the Pogues. But that one boy isn’t happy about it.

Warning: Angst, Angst, Angst

A/N: This is my first time writing ff soo please be easy on me😭 anw, your feedback is highly appreciated!

Outerbanks, Paradise on Earth.

You exhaled in your car window when you read the sign.

“It feels good to be back.” You whisper to yourself. You smiled when your favorite song is playing in the radio.

It’s been three years since you got into obx. You look into your car window as you starting to reminisce the moment you had with this small island. You missed the sea, you missed the air, you missed the château, you missed the pogues, you missed everything. And for everything, you mean that one particular boy who still got your heart beat faster than usual.

After 20 minutes of driving, you park your car into the château. You wanted to surprise the pogues, so you walked in the house quietly.

When you’re at the house, you heard John B. singing wholeheartedly to Michael Jackson’s Rock With You while cooking something in the kitchen. When he was a little child, you’re tired of hearing his love of Michael Jackson. You smile at that thought.

When he reached for the chorus, you sing with him .

“I wanna rock with you (all night)

Dance you into day (sunlight)

I wanna rock with you (all night)

We're gonna rock the night away (rock, right)” When he realized that he’s not the only one who’s singing, he turned to his back. His eyes widen when he saw you at his house.

“No. Freaking. Way.” He said while smiling.

“Yes. Freaking. Way.” You smiled at him. You both run from each others arms.

“Hey there, Routledge.” You said while hugging him.

“Hey there, Lil’ Routledge.” He hugged you tightly. You jokingly pinched his arm. He knows that you hate that nickname.

“Okay, you might want to let go of me now. You’re squeezing me real bad.” You said while struggling to get away with his hug. He laughed and then he gets away with you. He goes to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

“What are you doing here? We haven’t heard from you for three years. We thought you forgot about us.” He said while preparing the table. You go to the refrigerator and grab a soda.

“Well, flash news for ya, my mother died and your uncle which is my father, have an affair and decided to leave us while mom is suffering from lung cancer.” Your heart ached at that thought. You smiled at him to indirectly told him that you’re okay.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” John B takes the chair for you to sit on the table.

“Not your fault. By the way, where’s Big John?” You asked him.

“Well, flash news for you too, my dad is missing. 6 months already but he still hasn’t showed up. They declared him dead, but I don’t know, I have a feeling that he’s out there, you know.”

“Oh my God. Well, I believe in you. Anyway, I’m in trouble now, ‘cause he’s my guardian, and he wasn’t here, so i guess we’re alone here.” You started to eat the toasted bread that he cooked.

“You meant you and I are in trouble. My dad is missing, my uncle whose supposed to be my guardian while dad isn’t around is MIA, and the bride of Frankenstein threatening me to foster care.”

“Story of our life.” You quoted.

“I miss you, really.” John B. said while looking at you. You and John B. started catching up with each other’s life.

“By the way, Where are the others?” You asked John B.

“They go out fishing. They’ll be back soon.” As soon as you heard a boat pulling over at the château, you and John B. got out of the house to see who’s coming on the house.

“Speak of the devil.” John B. said while you’re nervously walked through the gate. You shake your hands, trying to calm your beating heart. You smiled when you saw Pope walking over.

“No shit, Y/N is that you?” Pope hugged you. You realized that he grow taller than before and his voice matured.

“Well, hello to you too. I missed you Popie. How’s Heyward?” You asked him.

“Same old, same old.” He messed up with your hair. You pushed his arms away and smiled at him.

“John B., is he still nerd as always?” You asked John B.

“Don’t be too hard on him. He’s on the math team.” He replied sarcastically. You and John B. laughed while Pope is glaring angrily at John B.

From afar, you saw the boy you’ve been dying to see. He is wearing a shirt that has holes on some area, an old army short, and his blonde hair carefully blown by the wind still amazes you.

“I told you, Pope, I’m good at fishing—” He stopped when he looked at you direction. Those blue eyes that you are longing for is cold as an ice. His aura changed from being cocky to cold.

“Hey.” You smiled at him even when you’re nervously shaking.

“Why are you here?” He said while looking at you showing no emotions

“Dude.”

“JJ.”

That words cut deeper than a knife. You didn’t expect him to say that. You expected him to run from you, to hug you, and to say that he misses you.

You heard a voice of a girl in JJ’s back asked you.

“Guys, can you help me out of here? These ungrateful jerks didn’t help me from lifting this fish- Oh hey, who are you?” You didn’t even try to look at her.

“Kie, this isn’t a good timing. We need to get in the house the other way. Let them talk first.” Pope helps her on the fish. John B. followed them while you’re trying to fight the staring contest you and JJ are doing right now.

“Why are you here?” He repeated the question.

“I’m back. I’m back from the Pogue life. Hey, w-where’s my hug? You didn’t miss me?” You tried to sound cheerful but you failed.

“We don’t need you here.” He said coldly and walk away.

“JJ please—” You grab his hands and he refused.

“I can’t stand you anymore.”

“If you just listen to me—” You’re trying to talk to him calmly but he always stoping you from the middle. You get it. He doesn’t want to heat your explanation anymore even if you try a million times.

“What’s the point, huh?” He shouted at you. He’s not the softie JJ that you know. The JJ you know would never shout at you like that. Even, if you’re scared, you tried to talk to him.

“Well, at least you will hear my explanation and you’re not going to be mad at me anymore!”

“You know what, I hate you. I hate you so fucking much. You have no idea how it hurts. Besides, you’re the one who always leaves so you don’t know the feeling, right?”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay! Please don’t be mad at me. I didn’t know I hurt you that bad. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye to you. I’m really sorry, please forgive me.” You said while trying not to cry. You hurt him real bad and you didn’t even realize it. It’s your fault that he’s acting like that towards you.

“Save you sorry, Y/N. I still hate you the most.”

“But why?” You feeling the tears coming down in your eyes but you chose to ignore it.

“I hate you because you always do that to me! You’ll be here, i’ll get attached, then you’ll leave. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being abandoned by you. So please, do me a favor and leave Outerbanks for good.” He said coldy and walking away from you while you’re standing there with a tears in your eyes, and a broken heart.

(who wants a part 2?)

[lydiaas]

Ffs every time I re watch season 3 something else jumps out at me I will forever be spiralling about jiara. The jj and pope talk scene on the boat after THE BOAT SCENE 👀 JJ Maybank the boy that never confronts conflict just turns his head and “walks the other way” actually makes a damn effort to talk to pope at the slim chance he could have something with kie?! Like he confronts this situation because HE WANTS KIE SO BADLY. I can’t I’m emotional. And then he doesn’t really get the answer he’s looking for from pope & topped off with arriving back to the OBX and reminded of the different worlds they live in which resurfaces his doubts about them both together, thinking he’ll never be good enough and then he starts self sabotaging 😭

His chat with Pope is actually a gold mine. I mean when he says "or maybe you did see something" HE'S NOT EVEN DENYING IT? Or how Pope asks "If you're asking me if I like it" and he responds "yeah". "YEAH"??? EXCUSE ME? He is straight up asking Pope if he's okay with it and the only reason he would be doing that is if he was seriously thinking of pursuing something with her. It's not "nothing is ever going to happen between us" it's "would you be okay with it if something did happen?". THAT IS INSANE! And then his face when he turns to walk away hurts my feelings so bad, you can see him shutting down already.

I truly believe if Pope had not interrupted they would have kissed. He was still in the fog of Poguelandia/being reunited with her and the doubt hadn't been able to take hold yet.

[kiekiecarrera]

Ffs every time I re watch season 3 something else jumps out at me I will forever be spiralling about jiara.

The jj and pope talk scene on the boat after THE BOAT SCENE 👀 JJ Maybank the boy that never confronts conflict just turns his head and “walks the other way” actually makes a damn effort to talk to pope at the slim chance he could have something with kie?! Like he confronts this situation because HE WANTS KIE SO BADLY. I can’t I’m emotional.

And then he doesn’t really get the answer he’s looking for from pope & topped off with arriving back to the OBX and reminded of the different worlds they live in which resurfaces his doubts about them both together, thinking he’ll never be good enough and then he starts self sabotaging 😭

I love that they just charged headfirst into this thing :') Like, I was so shocked when JJ immediately was like I'll talk to Pope when he caught them. There was no implication that this wasn't a big deal or not a big moment for them, and they didn't try to brush it under the rug. They were both like yeah no actually this is something different and we're gonna acknowledge it. And then to top it off, JJ "if there's a problem and you don't wanna face it turn that face and keister around and walk the other way" Maybank actually going through with the talk? And then when Pope's like if you're asking me if I like it he just says yes. Like, yes this is about me and Kie, yes this is something I want, yes this is important to me.

I can't believe we actually got them like this.

[ilici]

i’ve been working on a jj maybank ff on wattpad for little over two weeks now, and i’ve put so much into it. i feel lowkey drained but want to finish it so i can publish it.

[erule]

Ghost from your past | jj maybank

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: you were in a relationship with JJ before something very huge happened, but you don’t remember anything. When you come back after a while, you fall in love with him again.

Warnings: memory loss trope, mention of a car accident and injuries, mention of people being half naked but they’re not ever really naked, fluff, angst, sexual tension (no smut/implied smut)

Word count: 4.5K

A/N: hi! I just finished s3 and I needed to write something about JJ. And let me tell you, that after a lot of months of being away, it felt good! Hope you like it. Enjoy! x

It's the longing. It's the constant thinking about her that hurts you. It's that feeling of envy you get when you watch John B kiss Sarah and feel ashamed, because you should be happy for your best friend. It's the desire to go back to when it was just you, her and John B lying on your sofa, the one on the porch, on summer evenings when your father was at the pub and they kept you company. You pointed to a star and said it had a certain name, then Y/N asked if it was true and John B laughed because he knew you were lying, even if with conviction. Then, in that little space between John B falling asleep and your father staggering up the street from the pub, you could play a bit of a jerk with her. Now you regret it: you could have kissed her, instead of always talking. What's the point of telling yourself that you have certain feelings, if you don't even have the time to show them? Many things had happened in one year and now you seem to have forgotten them all, one by one. They were clouded by your head, so you don't have to go over them, always one by one.

It's the longing. It's in the stare you give to some random girls on the street, the ones that look like her. But they're never her. Not because they're different people, just because they can't be her. Her parents made her leave. You don't blame them, they took the right decision for her. Getting her away from this place was probably the best thing to do after what happened. Snatching it right out of your hands, somehow causing you to bleed out, that was the worst part, but again, you're adamant that they did it right. If you had enough money, you probably would have left too. Indeed, for sure. You would have brought John B with you to look for her. Sure, maybe the others too, since after all they had known her. Sarah would have liked her too, especially since she too had abandoned the comfortable Kook life to be with you. She had tried to get you into hers, but you just couldn't live with her, with her parents, to wear those clean and elegant clothes. She was part of you, but those clothes didn't belong to your personality. So she shook her head that day, gave you a curled-lip smile and said, "You're such an idiot, JJ Maybank, to give up this rich life just for your stupid morals". Then you shrugged your shoulders, took her in your arms and answered her: "What can I say? I'm a romantic, I love danger too much to be able to live without it". And she had laughed. Nothing had made sense since that laugh. You realized that living without her wasn't an option anymore, so you gave in, after years of you and her hanging around, after she made her feelings for you clear, after you yelled at her that you weren't a someone you could build something with because you only knew how to destroy everything you touched. You kissed her. You fell into her web or maybe you just gave in to your own feelings.

And then, well, sure, you're not wrong, are you, JJ? You had destroyed the only beautiful thing that life had wanted to give you.

You pass in front of her house as always. Usually her parents have dinner in the kitchen and you see the lights on, but tonight it's all off. You don't pay too much attention to it, because it has happened on other days for some special occasion, like her mother's birthday or their anniversary. You wonder if she still hears from them, wherever she is. Wherever you would like to be too.

You walk down the street with your hands buried in your pockets, staring at your dusty, time-worn shoes. Since today would be her birthday, you've decided to wear the good clothes, the ones her family gave you. Your family who, incidentally, have always subtly hated you, but you only came to know about it at the end. “Last Day” isn't the last day you saw her, as you spied her getting on the plane as she left, but it's the one you spoke to her parents about the last time. Instinctively, your fingers touch the ring you wear around your neck, hanging from a silver chain that she gave you. Sometimes you wish you could afford to buy that plane ticket just so you could see her, even if it would hurt your heart.

When you arrive at the beach bonfire, you immediately notice John B and Pope chatting with a couple of red glasses in their hands. Sarah and Kiara are probably refilling their glasses somewhere, but you can't see them around. You raise a hand in greeting, then approach them. A little further are Rafe and Topper with their other Kook friends staying laughing and joking amiably, but to you they just look despicable as usual.

“JJ!” A voice behind you calls you. You turn around and see Kiara greeting you, Sarah next to her and another girl next to her who threatens to run into you.

"Damn, sorry!" She says to you, risking to slip, but you hold her by offering her your arms to hold on, while the content that was just before her in her glass soils your shirt.

You think her voice sounded strangely familiar, while in a room of your mind you're screaming because she ruined your new clothes. You're about to tell her, just to be polite, that you don't mind, especially since she's friends with Kiara and Sarah, but your voice dies in your throat when you look up. She's still staring at your chest, you don't know why, but you're looking at her.

It's not possible. You tell yourself it's not possible at all, because it's a small island and there are at least three people having a birthday today, not just her, but the party must be for her. So why didn't the others tell you? Why did John B arrange for you to meet her, unprepared? You repeat to yourself that it's not possible, because she was studying elsewhere, she was no longer part of this place, this place that stole everything from her: you, her memory, almost her life. Oh no, it hurts too much to look into her eyes right now, as she smiles at you and says something you don't understand, while she doesn't even recognize you. Maybe this hurts you more than anything else.

"What is your name? Come by my house later, I'll wash your clothes. I'm so sorry, really! I'm Y/N, the birthday girl,” she says, her words bursting out of her mouth and confusing you even more.

John B comes up beside you quickly, he puts a hand on your shoulder and tells Y/N your name is JJ. Your name is JJ and you're still in love with her: these are the only certainties you have.

“Are you sure you haven't met before? Did you fight? JJ looks like he just saw a ghost!” Sarah jokes, but Kiara's shocked expression supports her thesis. "Y/N, you told me you didn't even know who it was".

"But it is so! I don't know any of you guys, sorry. I went to school with Topper and Rafe. And then I would remember a guy like that,” Y/N lets slip.

"As well as?" John B asks, grinning.

Y/N swallows, embarrassed.

"Well, cute".

At that point, something inside you awakens and you wear the careless mask on your face again. You kiss the back of her hand, then wink.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. You've already risked falling at my feet, I'd say you've been clear about your feelings for me,” you joke, but those words are like a stab in the center of your chest.

She raises an eyebrow, but she's smiling.

“Cheeky and likable – a great combination, I would say”.

“Y/N, there you are! Stop wasting time with these Pogues and come talk to us again,” Rafe says, putting his arm around your shoulders and you begin to feel a flame leap from within.

“Isn't it among the duties of a birthday girl to talk to all the guests? It would be rude to leave now,” you say and Rafe glares at you.

“He's right,” Kiara snaps in quickly and Pope, who has just arrived, nods, even though he probably doesn't even know what you're talking about.

“See you later, Rafe,” you say then, walking with the others.

You stay behind with Kiara and Sarah to ask them how they met her, but John B yanks you through another door.

“JJ, I didn't know she was back, I swear!” He whispers and you sigh.

"Yeah, well, me neither! I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her".

“I noticed,” John B. chuckles. “What are you going to do now?”

“I won't tell her anything, John B. Hopefully, she'll be alone for the summer and then she'll be back where she came from. Trust me, it's better for her to know nothing".

“JJ, you're my best friend and I'm tired of watching you suffer. I think she would like to know that you were her boyfriend."

“I screwed her up with one of my usual stupid plans. I don't think she would want to know that, instead,” you retort. John B sighs.

"As you like".

You all gather near a rock, a few meters from the sea, managing to hear the roar of the waves loud and clear in your ears. You used to love hearing Y/N's voice, but then you forgot it and now you can't even remember what timbre it had.

“What is that thing she has around his neck?” You hear her ask Kiara and she laughs.

“That necklace? It's a gift from his ex, an older girl he was with a while ago."

"Really? JJ, you never told me about this!” Sarah exclaims. "I wish I'd known her."

You give her a perfunctory smile as you pretend to accidentally slip your elbow in the ribs of John B, who is laughing.

“John B always says he looks like a widower because of that ring around his neck,” adds Pope.

“John B is not nice at all, I don't even know why I'm friends with him,” you say, narrowing your eyes. "Anyway, we were together for a year, then it ended badly and now I've been single for a year."

“Would you like to apply?” John B asks and you glare at him.

“I don't think I've started off on the right foot,” Y/N says, nodding at your clothes.

“Oh, these? Forget it, I don't need it anyway,” you say and start undoing the buttons of your shirt.

“JJ, what are you doing?” Kiara asks, surprised.

“I'm going to take a bath,” you answer simply. You take off your shoes, then your pants and finally your shirt. The necklace stays with you, though: you never leave that one. It would be like leaving her.

You throw yourself into the sea and you finally feel free. The others follow suit, even Y/N. Once upon a time you would have hugged her and said: "Don't worry, I'll protect you from sea urchins" and she would have laughed, so you could have filled your ears with her laughter, but now you're not allowed to.

You still remember the escalators, when you went down them in reverse as you watched her approach the airport gate. You stopped on a step and climbed it until you were out of sight of her, hoping you never hit the ground. But then you got there on land and you had to let her go. John B told you you shouldn't have made that sacrifice, but you thought you'd do anything for her.

“Come to my house, later,” you hear her voice in your ear and shivers run up your back, even run down your spine. You turn around, a little intrigued and a little confused. “It's not a date, I just want to wash your clothes that I soiled you. My parents are still at the restaurant where we celebrated my birthday. I'll clean it up for you and then you go home, I promise,” she smiles at you and for a moment her gaze is so genuine you think she recognizes you, but a moment after you say yes, she's already walking up to Sarah.

You would have liked a different ending, it's true, but even just seeing her again makes you recover some oxygen and you're too selfish to be able to give up on her again.

“What did she tell you?” John B asks you.

“You know John B, curiosity killed the cat,” you say, before jokingly shoving him head underwater, ears muffled and a lump in his throat. If he knew you felt like this all the time since she's been gone, maybe he'd help but tease you so much, even though you know he does it because he loves you.

You enter Y/N's house barefoot, your shirt undone around your waist and your sand-stained shoes in your hands. You are fearful, because Y/N's parents weren't very kind to you last time, indeed not at all, and it scares you to enter here, as if you could see them jumping on you from the walls at any moment. You look around warily, noting that this house has remained the same since you left, giving up everything. A part he still curses himself for it, but it was for the best given what happened next. What probably would have happened anyway.

You get to the bathroom, start undressing again, but seeing Y/N turn around to give you your space makes you laugh heartily.

“You just saw me half naked, there's nothing you haven't seen by now,” you say and Y/N shakes a hand, still turned, as if to say no, he won't turn.

“It's not the same: before it was like you were in a swimsuit, now you would be in underwear. I don't want to be inappropriate."

“Y/N, only your integrity is inappropriate here. You can also look at me,” you say.

Look at me, always look at me.

“There are some of my father's clothes on the washing machine, put them on; then when you're done you tell me and I start the washing machine. I'm going to go change for a while too,” Y/N replies, heading into her room.

She changes you quickly, always afraid that her parents will come and find you half naked with their daughter, then put your clothes in the washing machine. You leave the bathroom, walk down the corridor and stop in front of her half-closed door. You start to knock, just to let her know you've changed, but you stop when you see her trying to undo the dress by herself through the looking glass. You would like to help her, but you freeze on the spot: you didn't know how much you missed being able to touch her until now, as if it were a primordial need you forgot about and which has only now surfaced. You swallow a ton of saliva while you see her undo the zipper, then you turn abruptly: it would be inappropriate to look at her now and you giggle thinking about the words she used just now.

Y/N comes out of the room in pajamas a minute later and smiles to see her father's clothes fit loose on you. She then throws her clothes into the washing machine and starts it off.

“Are you sure we have enough time before your parents get back?”

“No, but just in case you'll hide in the closet,” she replies.

"You're joking, aren't you?"

She bites her lip, a gleam of amusement in her eyes.

"Maybe not".

But you don't have to lock yourself in the closet at the end, because the two hours pass quietly and smoothly. You chatted with her like in the old days, savoring every word, every minute together, every time you could touch her hand or shoulder without apologizing.

You change quickly, again, then greet her at the back door, lest her parents might see you through the front door. You look at her thinking that you still have at least three months to be next to her, which is still more than you ever thought you could, but it seems to have wasted too much time already.

“Hey, JJ,” she says and you turn to face her.

"Yes?"

“Your face has looked familiar to me all evening. Are you sure we've never seen each other before?"

You swallow slowly, pondering whether it might not be better to confess the whole truth at this point, but then you pull back again.

"No. Trust me, I would remember you".

She smiles at you, head cocked to one side.

"Careful, your girlfriend might be jealous".

You slowly approach her, who remains motionless staring at you, almost frightened, so you raise your palms in surrender. You see her shoulders relax, then you leave a kiss on her cheek, her lips lingering on her skin that still tastes like salt.

"Then we might as well give her something to really be jealous about, don't you think?" You tell her with a grin, then say goodbye for real and walk away.

***

It's been two months. You've laughed with her, joked with her, talked to her, but she still doesn't seem to remember anything about you. Doctors said it could happen, but her memory has not returned. At this point, according to John B, it is better to create new memories and you agree. It would be so much better if she didn't come back to her house in a month and even better if you weren't aware that her parents hate you, but that's okay, she's here, so everything looks better anyway. Her parents know she's seeing you again, you saw their contemptuous looks at the door when you picked her up the other night, but they haven't said anything. But you know it, oh if you know it! You know they would like to see you disappear from her life forever. If only you weren't so in love with her, you already would have.

“JJ, hey, what are you thinking about?” She asks you and you come back to reality.

“The fact that the Big Dipper is clearly visible in the sky tonight,” you lie and she immediately looks at the place your finger is pointing.

"But you are sure? I do not see it!" She exclaims and you laugh. "You're a liar!"

She jostles you playfully, so you hug her and keep laughing until you notice her father looking at you from the window. You immediately move away from her, your hands in your pockets and your eyes fixed on your shoes. She notices your sudden change right away and turns to see her father staring at you.

“JJ…”

"No, don't tell him anything, it's fine."

“No, that's not good! We weren't doing anything wrong,” you retort. "Besides, I don't understand why you always defend them."

You can't tell her. You can't tell her about how they threatened you during "The Last Day", you can't tell her about the flowers you had to throw away running down the stairs, you can't tell her that when you think about it, your left cheekbone still hurts, what it was hurt against the window of the Twinkie when you braked hard. You can't do this to her.

"They…"

“If you feed me one more of your lies, JJ, I swear I…”

“Y/N, come home,” your father says, at the doorway.

She looks at you as if she's begging you to fight, to tell her she has to stay with you, but you remain silent. And yet, a part of you is happy, because she finally recognizes that look in your eyes, the look of longing, as if it were a mirror of yours.

Maybe there is still hope and you think about this as you walk away.

You're mentally going over your shopping list as you fill the inflatable pool with water when Y/N arrives. She's carrying a blanket, a couple of bags and she’s wearing a bathing suit.

"What are you doing here?" you ask her. "Did we have a date, by any chance?"

“First you flirt with me,” she begins, leaving the blanket on the floor, “then you defend my parents,” she continues, leaving everything else too, “and in the end you think you can get away with disappearing for a whole day? No, now we're going to settle this once and for all".

You raise an eyebrow as you reach over to open the envelopes: a few beers, some water, plenty of food, and a couple of shirts his father's size. She practically did the shopping for you!

“Did you rob a supermarket, by any chance?”

“No, just my house. I want to help you, JJ. I know things are bad for you and you live alone, Sarah told me. It's not true that your father works abroad: he's gone,” you say. You look at her with sadness mixed with anger, because you know that now he will start feeling pity for you, new ones and it was the last thing you wanted. “I'm really sorry and I don't want you to feel embarrassed about me, but I can't help but help you if I can. I would do it with anyone, you know."

“What did you want to talk to me about?” You ask, changing the subject. She notices it, but she doesn't flinch.

Grab a beer, then enter the small pool and she does the same shortly after. She stares intently into your eyes, as if she’s deciding how to introduce the topic.

“You're burning my retinas, Y/N. What is happening?"

Y/N blows the air out, then puts the beer on the grass.

“I never asked you anything, JJ, because it didn't feel right. Before we weren't even friends, then the line got thinner and thinner and my mind got clouded, because my feelings for you have changed. I would like to understand what we are, but I don't want to scare you, although maybe now I have, because I'm a person who talks too much,” she says, ruffling her hair. "Sorry, I just wanted to ask what happened with that girl, because every time I lean in to kiss you, it seems to me that you're thinking about her".

For a moment, her words catch you off guard, then you compose yourself. If she noticed it in two months, maybe everyone else noticed it in a year too. Maybe even her parents.

"When did you try to kiss me?" You ask, throat dry and voice hoarse.

"You really never noticed?" She asks, chuckling. “Every time I've gotten this close to you,” she replies, walking the short distance to you in the pool where she's practically on her knees due to how small it is. Her lips seem to exhale the last breath that chokes in the middle of her throat, while her nose brushes yours. Your heart is beating like a pneumatic hammer in your chest, it seems to you that your ribcage could burst at any moment, while her hand goes up your arm, up to your neck, up to your jaw, cheek, chin. Every fiber of your body cries out for just one kiss to die in from her, but she doesn't touch you, not where you want to.

“What are we doing?” You ask, but your voice begs her to cancel that distance, to surrender to you, so you can avoid saying that it's all your fault, for once.

“You tell me,” she replies. “I do what you want”.

You swallow, tense.

“Oh, to Hell with it!” You exclaim and drag her with you to Hell.

You kiss her passionately, your hands all over her body, but then stop on the back of her neck, as you deepen your knowledge of her, as if you didn't know who she was, as if you didn't know that seeing her leave broke your heart and that it he'll do it again, even if he doesn't want to, as if I don't know every inch of his body or soul. It's a fire that's finally burning inside you now, after keeping it at bay for far too long.

And then you hug her. You hold her close to you, her lips pressed into the crook of her neck and you feel her trembling in your arms. You only realize you're strangely wet on her shoulder when she lets out a sob.

“What happened to me?” She asks you and it's like taking a cold shower in the middle of winter.

“So you know,” you say, but yours seems more like a question.

“You have a scar on your cheekbone. Sarah told me you got it while falling and I would have believed it, except I have one too, on her forearm, but I don't remember how I got it,” she confesses. You shake your head, as if begging her not to ask you to do this, not to ask you to hurt her on purpose. But she continues: “I'm the older girl, aren't I JJ? I have the ring in the jewelry box in my room. My parents won't tell me the truth, but I need to know: why did we break up? Did we have an accident? What happened?"

You sigh, then stroke her arm. You don't want to tell her the truth, but you have to: now it's time to know.

“We had an accident. I was driving the Twinkie and you were sitting next to me. We ended up in the hospital, you woke up after me. I was bringing you flowers for your awakening, but your parents intercepted me before I could enter your room, before you even actually opened your eyes. Your mother told me to get out of your life,” you say and see her contrite expression on her face. “So when the doctors said you didn't remember anything from senior year, I jumped at the chance and ran. But they were right, Y/N, I had to leave you alone. I wanted to do it now too, but I was selfish. But I promise you that when you get back there, I won't..."

“I'm not going back there,” she cuts you off abruptly, with pride in her eyes. "JJ, I remember you."

You shake your head, confused.

"What?"

“Memories came back a while ago, but I needed to know about my parents, so I didn't tell you anything. I’m sorry. I remembered everything when you said you saw the Big Dipper,” he says, smiling.

You run a hand over his face, not even knowing what to feel. You should be relieved, yet you feel scared.

“What will happen now?” You ask.

She takes your necklace in her hands, playing with the ring.

“You're no longer a widower, JJ,” she says and you smile at her, feeling her throat choke with her tears.

"And your parents?"

“They'll get over it. Besides, what can I do if I fell at your feet?”

You burst out laughing, then you kissed her again.

“Do you remember what you told me the day of the accident?” She asks you.

“That I loved you,” you reply and she nods.

“This memory I can see as clearly as I see you now. It's not over until it's over."

You stroke her cheek, then hug her again, happy in the knowledge that it's not the last time this time.

[pariahsparadise]

Can we get an enemies to lovers with JJ Maybank x gn!reader-

JJ and reader just annoy the hell out of each other, but maybe A gets into a fight and B decides to patch them up. They end up confessing to each other. <3

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a/n: i haven't written in over a year, maybe two. this is completely unedited and also not proofread AT ALL. sorry this is so late and so shitty, anon from april 2023.

pairings: jj maybank x gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

"What are you doing here?"

JJ starts, and is immediately punished by the pang of pain that rushes through his body. He pretends not to notice how your eyes glance over him, analytical, filing away every sign of weakness. He hates being vulnerable, especially when it's in front of you, but he doesn't exactly have a choice.

"Can I come in?" he asks, instead of answering your question. Wordlessly, you step aside, letting him walk past you before closing the door softly.

"Bedroom," you tell him, your tone gentler now. He wishes that's how you always talked to him. "I'll go get the first-aid kit."

JJ nods and finds his way to your bedroom, passing the framed certificates and shelves that adorn the hallway, filled with stacks of trophies and medals that you amassed over the years. Although he usually makes fun of you for being such a nerd all the time, the gold is a stark reminder of how you're actually extremely intelligent. You're worth something. Unlike him.

Maybe his issue with you has always been jealousy. Jealous that you've managed to achieve so much for a Pogue, despite having had the same opportunities as him. But it's more likely that he hates you because you're so icy, rational in your arguments, your words always so polished as they slice into him, cutting him down. He can see the judgement in your eyes when he smokes weed or drinks in front of you, when he cracks a stupid joke about the brunette he had in his bed the other day. He can feel the contempt in the insults you hiss at him when he goes too far and pisses you off completely.

But despite it all, he hates that he still wants to win your approval. That he wishes you would let him make you laugh like John B does, or sling an easy arm around you the way Kiara can.

He sits on your chair when you gesture for him to, placing the medical kit on the table next to it. JJ finally takes the time to focus his eyes on you, glancing over your white night shirt and impossibly short shorts. He feels a pang in his chest. There are dark circles under your eyes, and your hair is all messy. He obviously woke you up from some much-needed sleep. If he plans to win you over, which would already be extremely hard at this point, this would definitely be another set-back. Based on his past experiences, you're not particularly kind when you're sleep-deprived.

Which is why he's surprised when you begin cleaning his bleeding knuckles with the kindest touch in the world. The warm cloth is not nearly as comforting as the feel of your palm on his skin is, and he represses the urge to sigh.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" you ask him, moving on to apply some antiseptic to his cuts.

"Why should I tell you anything?" JJ asks, attacking you unthinkingly, reverting to his natural state of being in conflict with you. You stay uncharacteristically quiet, not responding to his taunt, and after standing still for a second, you go back to cleaning his knuckles.

Fuck. JJ's eyes fall shut, and he groans inwardly. Here you are, having let him into your home and bedroom, cleaning his injuries, and he's still being a dick to you.

"I'm sorry, I-" he suddenly gets cut off by your hands cradling his jaw, lifting his face up. JJ nearly gasps, and flushes out of his embarrassment when he sees your raised eyebrow, knowing you caught his reaction.

"Well, I was just going to apply some cream to the bruises forming here," you say, and you trail your fingers along his jaw, "but if it's such a problem, maybe I-"

"It's not a problem," JJ says, too quickly.

Without another word, and only the sliver of a self-satisfied smile, you treat his jaw and face.

JJ has always known he loves being the center of your attention. He revels in it, the way you glare at him after he provokes you, the way you yell when he steals your book. He loves being the only thing on your mind. But sitting here now, feeling your thumbs smooth along his cheekbones and your soft gaze, he knows there's most definitely a better way to receive it.

"What happened?" you ask again, and this time he tells you. Some tourists had been disrespectful to Kiara's parents at their restaurant, and it escalated to a fist fight between Kiara's dad and JJ and four other guys. The tourists must have had some level of common sense, because they more or less went easier on Kiara's dad, laying harder into JJ to make up for it.

"Assholes," you say when he's finished, barely concealed rage in your eyes as you appraise JJ and the injuries on his body with new context.

"It's fine, really," JJ reassures you, standing up. "Thanks for cleaning me up, but I should be on my way now-"

"Sit the fuck down." you spit at him, and he drops back into the chair with astonishing speed. "Take off your shirt. That fight was practically four-on-one, I'm not going to believe that you walked away with just grazed knuckles and a few bruises to your face."

Hesitantly, JJ removes his shirt. To your credit, you don't audibly react to the massive craters in his skin, colouring him in shades of ugly red and purple. Your eyes widen slightly, and after a few long seconds, you're back to normal and treating him with the same gentleness as before.

"Thank you for this," he says, more earnestly this time. You let out a hum in response, too busy doing your best to alleviate his pain. He goes on, "I mean it. You didn't have to do this, and I appreciate it."

You let out a sigh, raising your eyes to his face, "Of course I had to do this, JJ, it's the decent thing to do. I wasn't going to turn you away in the middle of the night, not in the condition you're in."

"Even if you think I'm some heartless bitch," you add, a moment later.

"I don't think that," JJ says, earning a scoff from you.

"Right," you mutter, straightening up and away from him. You pack the materials back into the kit and shut it with a loud snap, which is when JJ realises that you're done treating him. He puts his shirt back on and gets ready to make his exit when you stop him, again.

"Just sleep here tonight," you tell him, gesturing at your bed.

"What-no. Where will you sleep?"

"The couch." You don't even let him say two words of protest before immediately cutting him off, "Don't be obstinate. It's too uncomfortable there for you, especially considering the state of your torso, it's too late for you to walk back home or call someone to pick you up, so you'll stay here. I'll text John B to pick you up in the morning."

JJ listens to all this, taken aback by the amount of thought you've put into taking care of him. He scans your face, noting with surprise that your cheeks pink slightly when you make eye contact with him.

"What?" you say, a little flustered. He just laughs quietly, "Nothing. Just didn't realise you cared about me so much, 's all."

"Again, not a heartless bitch. Of course I care about you."

And just like that, there's a tectonic shift. The two of you are relatively unchanged, but there's this unspoken understanding that passes between you. It's the reason why you're able to press a soft kiss to an unblemished part of JJ's cheek before you slip out of the room, and why he's able to put his arm around you late one night when the whole group is hanging out at the Chateau.

He can't help but feel that the beating was worth it, really.

[sunnyie-eve]

As a Welcome Back (Pt.1)

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2472

Warnings: mention of abuse

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Four years ago Callie was forced to move away from where she grew up, on the poor side of Outer Banks, by authorities. Her father ended up going to prison for attempting to murder her mother/ his wife. After the incident, Callie's mother ended up running away in the middle of that night. She couldn't deal with being in the Cut any more. She wanted to get away from the memory of the traumatic experience so that sadly meant leaving Callie behind as well. She couldn't look at her daughter without picturing Callie's father.

Callie ended up going to live with her Aunt Tess and her boyfriend Joey since Tess decided to become her legal guardian. During the years Callie lived with them, Tess could tell she wasn't happy anymore. Tess somehow convinced her shit husband to move out to Outer Banks in the hope to make Callie full of light again.

"How does it feel moving back?" Tess looks back at Callie, who was looking out the window.

"Odd since it's been a while."

"Be happy because Tess talked me into moving us out here. Gotta live in, what did you call the shit side?" Joey looks at his wife.

"The cut." Callie tells him.

"Hey, we're moving into their old house and they had the best looking one on the Cut side because..." Tess cuts herself off because they don't say Callie's dad's name.

"My father kept it nice and stable. He built on to the original house to make it bigger. He was only able to do that because he was born a Kook. But I doubt it still looks as good not having worked on it for four years." Callie speaks up again.

"Well, Joey, you used to fix houses." Tess smiles at him as her hair blows in the wind.

"That's before I got a better job making more money. But I guess I can work on it since it's our house now."

Once they pull up to Callie's old house, she was surprised it looked the exact same. "Wow. It hasn't changed a bit." She leans forward more.

"See, it's a nice house, babe." Tess pats his thigh before getting out of the truck and they all follow with what they brought with them because they already had a moving truck and the company do all the big stuff.

Callie goes to her old bedroom since it was going to be her bedroom again. She was glad to see her Aunt Tess got her a pallet bed like she did before moving away from here. She walks over to her windowsill  looking down to see the carvings of her two close friends' names making her smile.

"They probably forgot all about me since they never contacted me." She sighs before going through her bags to put clothes away and other things.

"Callie! Come get your damn boxes!" Joey yells outside the house so she goes out to get the last of her things.

"You look happier in here than in your room at our old house." Tess walks into Callie's room giving her a smile.

"Because I'm comfortable here. I understand what he tried to do here but in these four walls I was safe and comfortable." Callie gives her a sad smile.

"Well, I'm happy you're finally getting back to yourself here." Tess kisses the top of her head, "Now dress nice because Joey's friend, over in figure 8, invited us over for dinner with his family." Tess claps her hands leaving the room.

"He knows a Kook?" Callie shouts before finding a cute outfit that would be good enough for dinner with Kook's. It was a long light green floral skirt with a thigh slit and a cute white shirt.

When they get to the house Joey introduces them to Camerons. They had a daughter Callie's age and hope they could get close.

"Oh, and this is my son, Rafe." Ward says as his son walks into the room. "Rafe, this is an old friend of mine, Joey. This is Tess and her niece Callie. They just moved back into Callie's old house." Ward explains to his troubled son.

Rafe couldn't take his eyes off of Callie. He thought she was really beautiful. "Hello." He gives them a wave.

The entire night Callie hated being in the house. Rafe would keep glancing over at her especially if she was talking to his sister Sarah. "So you guys moved back to your old house. Where do you live?" Sarah asks Callie.

"Over in the Cut so I'm a Pogue but my dad was a Kook. He got tired of this life and left but still had all his family money so our house is the nicest in the Cut." Callie explains to her.

"Sometimes I wish I could leave the Kook life. It's all planned out for you." Sarah sighs as they sit out by the pool.

"I'm happy I never had a Kook life." Callie laughs.

"Time to go, Callie." Tess motioned for her to come on since it was getting late.

"Hope to talk to you more. It was nice." Sarah waves goodbye.

The next day Callie just stays home and learns about a storm coming so she preps her aunt and Joey. As it gets later in the day when you could see the storm getting closer to land, Callie went outside sitting on the porch looking up at the dark sky and enjoying the wind.

"Home sweet home." She smiles to herself.

"You have any friends here you're dying to see again?" Joey sits down next to her.

"Yeah, two. But I think they forgot about me since they never tried to contact me after I moved..."

"You should go surprise them tomorrow. You better get something out of moving back here because if you don't I'm gonna be pissed." Joey gets up heading back inside so Callie follows after some time.

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The next day Callie looks out her window to see the tree behind the house had multiple broken limbs laying on the ground.

As she headed toward the kitchen Joey was bitching about no cell service to call work while her aunt Tess was just putting up kitchen supplies out of their boxes.

"Do you mind if I go surprise some old friends?" She asks her aunt.

"Sure, honey."

Callie goes back to her room to get dressed for the day. In the past, she always had a bathing suit on underneath her clothes but today she didn't feel the need to.

Callie makes her way walking on a path she used to walk every day towards the Chateau, John B's place. When she gets into view she didn't know what to feel. Would they be happy to see her or not care?

Walking up to the front door she knocks but gets no answer so she goes around back to see two boys near a boat. She notices it was John B and JJ. John B sees her first staring at her so she gives him a wave, "What's kicking, bird." She says what she used to say in the past to him because his dad called him the same.

"No fucking way! Callie!" He runs over to her. "It's actually you!" He wraps his arms around her waist spinning her around. "What are you doing here?" He asks speaking quickly excited to see her again.

"My aunt and her boyfriend moved here into my old house. She wanted me to not be miserable anymore so she moved here for me." Callie explains as John B puts her down.

Finally, it hits JJ, "Cals!" JJ drops his beer and runs over wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. "You finally came back to us!" He shakes her. Back to me...

"Yeah, I got tired of waiting for a phone call." She glares at the two once she was put down.

"I knew we forgot something all these years..." John B scratches his neck.

"I forgive you. So what are your plans for the day?" Callie gives the boys a smile.

"We're getting ready to go fishing. Pick up Pope and Kiara on the way. Do you have any plans?" John B asks her.

"If so ditch them so you can spend the day with us." JJ nudges Callie.

"I don't have any."

"Great, let's get going!" JJ grabs her hand dragging her behind him.

John B laughs at Callie's face as JJ drags her off. He could tell she was thinking what did she get herself into. He was glad she was back. It could be just like old times with mainly the three of them.

As they get the boat on the water and head off the two boys couldn't help but check their childhood friend out. They both used to have a crush on her when they were younger and now she was really hot to both of them.

"What?" She turns her head looking over at them.

"It's weird seeing you now." JJ speaks first.

"Good weird, though." John B adds.

"Back at you both." She laughs looking back ahead so the boys look at each other.

"Fuck." JJ mouths so John B nods his head.

First, they pick up Pope, "We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory." John B acts like he has a walkie.

"I can't. My pop's got me on lockdown." Pope tells them not fully noticing Callie.

"Come on, man. Your dad's a pussy. Over." JJ mimics a walkie too.

"Oh, I heard that, you little bastard." Pope's dad walks up before the boys get Pope to get on the boat leaving his dad pissed.

"Pope, you remember Callie, right?" JJ smiles at Callie.

"Look at you! It's good to see you." Pope smiles at Callie as they head off to pick up Kiara.

"CALLIE!" Kiara speed walks down the ramp and dock to get on the boat. "Are you visiting or what?" She gives JJ the cooler so she can hug Callie.

"Moved back with my aunt and her boyfriend in my old house." Callie hugs her back making Kiara squeal in happiness to have a girl she likes back in the group.

"Want a beer, Cals?" JJ holds one out to her as she sits next to John B.

"I'm good right now. Thanks though." She puts her hand out saying no thank you.

"Don't drink?" John B turns his head to look at her for a second.

"I do but I'm not ready for one yet. Don't pressure me into shit. I just got back." Callie glares at him playfully.

After some time Callie starts to drink with everyone and it didn't feel like she ever left. "Let me show you a party trick. Callie, watch this. Hey, Pope. Can you go a little faster?" JJ stands up at the front of the boat.

"Here we go. I'm movin'." John B goes to the back making Callie go with him, "Unless you wanna get beer on you." He lets her know so she sits behind Pope but can still see JJ.

His party trick fails like Pope said it has the past 6,000s times they tried it. "All right. Stop." Pope says before the boat motor rattles and comes to a hard jerking stop making JJ fly forward into the water.

Everyone groans in pain checking in on each other after hitting a sand bar. Pope sees a boat underwater so they all, except Callie, jump in to check it out.

"Come on, Callie." Kiara motions for her to get in.

"This is all I have. I didn't plan on getting in the water today." Callie stays on the boat watching them dive down to the boat before they come back up so John B goes back down alone to find out whose boat it was.

After getting a motel key they all leave heading back to report the boat but they were busy with other people. So the group decided to go check it out themselves to find out whose boat it was.

"I move back and already put myself in a situation to get in trouble." Callie says as they get to the motel.

"It's a big welcome back." JJ gives her a smile.

"Hey. Don't let him do anything stupid." Pope points at JJ as John B gets ready to get off the boat.

"Oh, we will." JJ tells him.

"I'm not making promises." John B adds.

"You shall come along pretty lady!" JJ picks up Callie off the boat to go with them.

"Let's go." John B tells JJ and Callie.

"Why do I have to come? Why can't I stay on the boat?"

"What happened to the troublemaker in you?" JJ asks as they walk side by side.

"It's still there but I'm just wondering why I have to tag along?" She says so John B walks backwards to look at her.

"Because we miss you and want to be with you." He grabs her hand pulling her close to him to walk causing her to giggle.

JJ glares at the back of his best friend's head, "So when are you gonna swoop on Kiara?" He speaks up making the two look back at him.

"Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking." John B tells him, "Besides you're the one always hitting on her."

JJ sees Callie looking at him so he groans, "So it's for fun. I know that door's locked."

"You need help. Not like a little help, you need a lot of help. It's like every girl who just has a heartbeat, you're like..." John B says making Callie shake her head.

"Well, I'm learning what kind of boy you turned into." She eyes JJ making him throw his head back at how John B was making him look bad. "This is us." She motions to the door.

"Housekeeping." JJ knocks on the door in a high pitched voice before the three go in looking around the room not really finding anything.

"One, one, one." Callie watches John B try to open the safe with the dumbest number.

"Punching shit at random. That will definitely work." JJ tells him so Callie grabs the small note giving it to John B.

"Try this." She tells him and it works. Opening it they see money and a gun in the safe. "Holy shit." They say together so John B calls JJ over.

He grabs the gun playing around with it while the other two try to get him to stop. "Take a pic of you? You want to make our own incriminating evidence?" Callie looks at him like he was crazy before they hear tapping from the window.

It was Kiara and Pope warning them that the cops were coming then there was knocking on the door. The three rush out the window and there was technically only two hiding spots.

"One of you lift me!" Callie whispers shouts.

"What?" JJ says confused.

"Just do it!" She growls so John B picks her up and she reaches for the little roof above them so JJ quickly helps before they hide to the side.

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ah i see

this years songs were so good!!! i'm currently on 2019 eurovision

what are you reading?? and writing is fun

i've been meaning to watch teen wolf

i was reading siege and storm, and then i hopped on wattpad to read hit list by fathersia (jj maybank ff) and now im writing

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The eye-roll y'all

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ALMOST PRETEND

Jiara | Fake Dating AU

Rated T | Multi-chapter | In progress | Also on AO3

Kiara asks JJ to be her boyfriend for the Midsummers in order to stop her mom from setting her up with random Kooks, and that’s where the charade is supposed to end. The Carrera family, however, takes a liking to the Maybank boy and one thing leads to another, the charade becomes something they’re forced to actively keep up. The good thing is that neither Kiara nor JJ minds — in fact, they might be enjoying it just a little bit too much for just pretend.

one: midsummers | 5k

Kiara asks JJ for a favour, and it’s settled — JJ Maybank is going to accompany Kiara Carrera to the Midsummers celebration as her “boyfriend”. However, things get complicated when they find out neither John B nor Pope are coming.

two: dinner at the carreras’ | 6k

With Midsummers having come and gone, Kiara thinks the only consequences will be their friends teasing them for a little bit, and telling her parents they called it off slips her mind. Nobody expects the Carreras to decide they want to see JJ again, and when they do, it’s pretend all over again.

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