#jj maybank story

[strangelysamantha]

scars ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: abuse, bruises, the nickname baby is used, talk of sadness and depression and not being happy with life.

words: 1,088.

summary: jj comes to you after a blow out with his father. you clean his bruises as well as clean his awful mindset he has on life.

request? no.

a/n: hi. i’m back from the dead hello. i got a lot of stories planned.

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you hear light taps from your window. you lift from your bed to crack it open. you weren’t expecting to see jj today. he climbs in and immediately settles onto your bed. he flops down dramatically and you can’t help but giggle from the theatrics. “hi jj” you coo softly. “hi baby” his response is quiet. your room is lit by a small lamp, you can’t even make out jjs features so you close the window, and intend to turn the light on. jj grabs your arm however, and you halt.

“can you just lay with me for a second?” his tone tings at your heart and you can tell something is wrong. “yea, of course jj. anything.” you hop into the bed, and immediately cradle at his side. he’s laying on his back. “do you want me to sit on top, or do you want to spoon?” you question. he hesitated. “you can cuddle me however you’d like baby. i’ll enjoy it all the same.” you nod. his mood seemed off, as well as his tone. you didn’t want to rush into it and upset him, but you did want to get to the bottom of it. you choose to spoon him, this moment feeling intimate and full of love. you place your hand on his heart; it beating rapidly.

you cup his face, you feel tears as well as a slight pulse in his eye. you stand up quickly, running to the light switch. when you turn around, his face is bloody and bruised. your heart sinks and you feel a pain that’s so indescribable but completely deadly. your lips are flat lined and a huge range of emotions release. you shake your head, a tear already threatening to spill. he’s silent, and avoids eye contact. you’ve been here before, never this bad. nonetheless, you have a routine.

you go to your bathroom. you grab the first aid kit, wet a cloth, and grab everything you need to stitch him up. you walk back and sit on the bed, your back to the wall. he, like a hurt puppy, follows every instruction you give. “come here jj, let me help you.” he hates when you see him like this, but he doesn’t have anyone else who would do what you do. if he did go to anyone else, he wouldn’t feel great forcing his trauma on others. “what happened baby? who hurt you?” your words are soft and you want nothing more than to cradle him and take his sorrows away.

“my father. who would have guessed? i’ll be alright. i’ll walk it off.” you investigate his wrist for any damage, you don’t see any, so you give it a flick. “no that’s not how it works jj, and you know it.” he frowns, “i wish it was.” you give him reassuring rubs on his back. he’s sitting up, and facing you. his hands rest on your knees, and he anxiously rubbing them. “i know baby, i wish these moments didn’t impact us, but they do. and we learn to take it in, and let it go.” you dab the wash cloth on his face, to get the dried blood. “did you walk here?” you question. “more like ran.”

you sigh, you reach for his tank top, urging to pull it off. he complies easily letting you swipe it off his back. his chest isn’t bad, mainly his face that held a black eye and cuts, from his fathers ring. “how you feeling?” you continue the routine of fixing him up. you’ve gotten good at it. he hums, before starting. “you say you always want me to be honest?” you nod, “yes. i want you to be fully honest with me.”

“well. honestly? i’m not doing great. i don’t want to put this all on you but i just, i don’t know why i’m here?” you question him, “why you’re here?” he continues, “why am i forced to live dealing with an abusive father, being broke, having everyone against me?” he breathes deeply, his emotions overcoming him, “no matter what i do, i loose.” you hate seeing him like this. “jj, please. i love you so much. and i don’t want to loose you. i know it’s hard. it’s so heartbreaking to see you in this condition. physically, mentally, it does damage. i can’t ever know what it’s like to be in your shoes.” you pull him into a hug and he squeezes you tight.

“please.. stay strong for me. i need you to come to me if you ever feel this way. talk about it, write it, scream it, all of the above. i want you to have an outlet to let these emotions out so they don’t consume you.” he pulls you in for a passionate kiss filled with love. tears are streaming down both yours, and jjs face. you struggle to suppress the whimpers coming from you. “can you promise you’ll come to me if you ever feel that way?” he nods, “i promise.” you close your eyes and lean your head into his chest. “i love you so much. seeing you like this hurts. but i’d rather see you like this, then never see you at all.” those words hurt him, gave him the realization that if anything happened to him, it would hurt you worse. this thought clouded his mind. his wounds were all patched up. you went downstairs to get a few ice bags. you came up and positioned them on his bruises. you turned the big light on and retreated to the small lamp. he thanked you for the ice bags, and you turned your tv on.

“your choice for tv, what would you like to watch?” you question. he thinks for a second before softly reaching for the remote and turning his show on. you cuddle him close, occasionally kissing his neck and whispering how much you love and appreciate him. not even half way through the episode do you hear tiny snores coming from him. you laugh slightly to yourself; pausing the show. you get ready for bed, despite his condition, you know you’re going to sleep well, and comfortably. you remove the ice bags, dumping them in the sink, and placing the plastic baggies on the counter. you dry your hands and return to the bed with him, engulfing the two of you with a blanket. you smoothly cuddle against him, sure to not wake him, up, as you prepare to dream soundly next to him.

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A BEAUTIFUL SOMEWHERE II CHAPTER TWO

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Chapter Two — Our Song

Chapter Summary: JJ and John B. have a talk about those dreaded papers. Stevie runs into an unexpected acquaintance and finds an outlet for her anger. The Pogues get together for the first time in years and decide what to do with the time they're given together.

The air smells like sawdust and summer heat and JJ’s skin is slick with sweat as the humming of the jigsaw ceases and makes room for the gentle lap of the waves mingling with the low music coming from the radio.

He can feel a sense of pride pushing against his skin, trying so desperately to find room inside of him, expanding in a way that makes it unable for him to not let himself feel it. It’s something he’s trying to get used to step by step. JJ never really had anyone be proud of anything he did so all of this is unfamiliar, it’s foreign. But he is trying. And looking at the cedarwood door frame before him, he tries to cherish the feeling of pride instead of covering it up with poisonous thoughts of self-depreciation.

“Looks good, man.”

John B’s voice cuts through the early afternoon quiet and catches JJ off guard like a cold splash of water on sun-burned skin.

“Thanks. What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t mean to sound rude, he really doesn’t, but it’s a fact that none of his friends ever show up here. Their friend group lives and breathes like some kind of natural organism that comes and goes as it does without much talking or planning. They all just gravitate toward each other in their own designated spaces like the chateau or the wreck or the beach. But this place? This is his little getaway, his shelter and his prison. Both a place to rest and to get absolutely obliterated by his own thoughts.

“Uh, good to see you too.” John B. scoffs though he grants JJ a look of mock offense void of any and all seriousness.

“You know what I mean.”

“I wanted to hang out and you weren’t at your place or the shack. And I know you stress-build so this was the only place you could be.”

“I don’t stress-build.”

He does. In fact, it’s one of the few healthy coping mechanisms he’s developed since leaving high school and forcing himself to grow up, at least a little bit. There’s a certain adult quality in building something when things get tough instead of breaking something down. You can choose to mess up when life treats you unfairly or you can choose to create something.

He’s been destructive for so long that he feels like he owes the world some creations. Or maybe he owes himself, JJ is not entirely sure.

“… and anyway, why would I be stressed? Life is fucking peachy.”

John B. lifts his eyebrow in that annoyingly smug way that is so quintessentially him it makes JJ feel both nostalgic and aggravated at the same time.

“Are you really asking me that? Like is that a legit question? Because that’s a dumb question.”

“Yeah, I’m asking.”

“Well uh let me think. Maybe you’re stressed because Stevie is back home for the first time in years after the both of you had an atomic bomb-sized blowup, that you both still refuse to talk about. “

Many nights have gone by since then, many nights when JJ was so close to opening up. To telling John B. every excruciating detail, every heartbreaking word that had been spoken. He never did though. There is always something holding him back. Some invisible vine wrapping around his heart, then his throat and pulling close, cutting off all blood, all oxygen until the thought of spilling the truth evaporates from his mind as if they never existed in the first place.

“Not stressed about that. It’s been years, we’re good.”

“That why you can’t sign the divorce papers? Because you’re good?”

JJ doesn’t have a lot of good memories of hanging out with his dad but he does remember one memory that at least started good. He was maybe 9 and Luke had allowed him to skip school and accompany him on a trip to Raleigh. He doesn’t remember why they went there in the first place but he does remember eating greasy burgers at some dingy diner and drinking lukewarm Dr Pepper in the car while his dad was singing along to Lynyrd Skynyrd. At least JJ was drinking Dr. Pepper. The good memories stop there. On the way back Luke was grumpy and mean and aggravated and JJ remembers clutching the door handle with his tiny hands and hoping that Luke would slow down, just slow down.

He didn’t slow down, not until he ran a red light and someone stepped out into the street and Luke had to step on the brake with all his might, trying to get the car to a standstill before hitting the person.

Fortunately, they didn’t hit anyone, but little JJ was flung against the seatbelt with such force that to this day he still remembers the way all the air was knocked out of him, the way he couldn’t breathe. It just wouldn’t come and his lungs felt empty. All void of oxygen.

He feels that exact same way as those words tumble from John B.’s lips. Like the air has been sucked out of his lungs and switched out with gravel, stones, rocks. Heavy and rough.

The manila envelope is stuffed into the glove compartment of his car, stashed somewhere between parking tickets that still need to be paid, pens that don’t work anymore, and napkins from various fast food places around the island.

“I — look I don’t know why I can’t do it. It’s not like I believe we’ll get back together or anything like that. We haven’t spoken to each other in 4 years, I might as well sign them. It’s not like this marriage was a good idea to begin with. It just — “

“Just what?”

JJ has thought about this so many times, so many nights have been spent tossing and turning in bed with no thoughts but those dreaded documents. Her name in blue ink on white paper all swirly and graceful. She sent them before, the only form of communication they had in 4 whole years. Just a year after she left the island they landed unceremoniously in his mailbox. Back then he just ignored them. Pretended like he never received them. Maybe part of him wished that it would get her to call, to come visit even. He never heard back though and so for the time being it was easy to play along with this version of the truth he tried so hard to hold onto. But the thoughts never really left. He always knew they were there buried in his closet like metaphorical skeletons.

This time he can’t pretend. Can’t lie to himself or to her. She handed them to him personally. Blue ink on white paper. Manila envelope on sun-kissed skin.

And he still can’t bring himself to put his name on the dotted line. It’s supposed to be so easy. It’s the hardest fucking thing.

“If I put my name on those papers It feels like admitting this was a mistake. I don’t want this to be a mistake. I made a lot of shitty calls in my life but marrying her was not one of them. I know it doesn’t mean anything right now, this stupid piece of paper but I just can’t bring myself to sign it,” JJ explains then lets out a long sigh of frustration. “I know it’s fucking dumb.”

“Do you still love her?”

JJ Maybank doesn’t remember a time in his life when he didn’t love Stephanie Collins. Loving her is part of him like the scar on his wrist from falling off of his surfboard and being smacked against a sharp rock. Like the dimple that’s only on one side of his face. Like that chip in his tooth from when he hit the ground jumping from a swing set.

“JB, I don’t think it matters.”

“You married her because you love her. If you still do, and I know you do, maybe you shouldn’t sign those papers.”

“Dude I — “

“Look, just maybe you two need to stop looking at the past and start seeing if there’s a chance for a future for the two of you.”

“What the fuck are you on about?”

“JJ, you bought a house for this girl. You’re building door-frames. Everything you do is for her. Would be a shame if she never got to see it.”

JJ’s eyes wander across the room. To the drywall that’s not fully painted yet. The fireplace he fixed up. The cedarwood door-frames and to the corner of the porch there are two bright orange ceramic tiles. One with a J, one with an S in sloppy blue handwriting. They were 10 maybe 11 when they painted them in her backyard while her mom was reading a book on the porch. He remembers the soft voice of Billy Joel coming from the radio and the smell of coral honeysuckle in the air and the taste of peach iced tea on his lips.

Most of all he remembers her smile, all gap-toothed and gorgeous. Even then he thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

Maybe John B. has a point.

“I — uh I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

John B. shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly before giving him a tiny smile. “Not sure but I heard sorry is a pretty good opener.”

The chainlink fence rattles as Stevie leans her bike against it, the hot summer sun beating down on her already, even this early in the morning, leaving her skin tingling.

In all the world there is no better remedy for the summer heat than a cherry popsicle from the gas station by her old house. It’s quite a ride now all the way from Figure 8 but some things are worth taking long bike rides for. Like cherry popsicles and the sweet taste of childhood nostalgia.

Stepping into the building is like stepping back into her childhood, her teenage years. The linoleum floor is still perpetually sticky and the air still smells stale and sharp like out-of-date candy and cleaning chemicals mixed with the smell of gasoline.

The icy AC air sends a shiver through Stevie and makes a layer of goosebumps appear across her skin. Back when they were kids, JJ would wrap his arms around her and rub her arms until she would assure him that he had warmed her up sufficiently for her to make a conscious decision on what candy to get. “You can’t think right if you’re cold. Your brain won’t work. Trust me, it’s science.” Even back then she severely doubted that statement but she never said anything to disprove his claims. It might not have been based on actual scientific research, but it was true to JJ and anyway, Stevie liked having his arms around her. So who was she to tell him wrong?

“Everybody wants to rule the world” echoes through the room reverberating between the coolers on one side and the metal rags filled with chips and condoms and beef jerky and canisters of 10W40.

Stevie pushes open the lid of the ice box, letting the stale static air escape before grabbing the object of her desire, the cherry red popsicle. Generic brand and probably a blend of every chemical one should not put in their body. But there is just something so addicting about the artificial cherry flavor that makes cutting her life short by a year or two just worth it.

As she puts the ice on the counter the song playing from the overhead speakers ends and Chicago’s “You're the Inspiration” starts playing, making it impossible for Stevie to suppress a smile. Talk about the universe sending a sign. A strange feeling settles in her stomach, a mix of happiness and nostalgia and longing and loss. A memory of what once was and what will never be.

“You found everything alright?” The cashier asks, turning around to face Stevie.

So many people pass in and out of your life leaving no lasting traces, nothing to remember them by, neither good nor bad. A fleeting moment in time spent together only to be but a distant shadow in a memory.

And then there are people like Luke Maybank. Reckless and cruel, leaving destruction and pain wherever they step. Bruises and scars on good people with good hearts.

She remembers the first time she met him, he smiled at her but it was all teeth and absolutely no kindness. He called her little miss and she hated the way those words sounded coming from his lips. Acidic and evil. Like a Disney villain only in real life leaving real bruises on real skin.

He looks older now, worn out by life and circumstance. His skin is leathery and grayish dull, suntanned, and dry from spending too much time in the sun without giving a single thought to wearing sunscreen. His eyes still hold the same icy glint though. Grey and sharp and slicing right through her cutting straight to the bone.

“Hey, do I know you?”

She almost wants to laugh at that, at his absolute incapability to take any interest in JJ’s life, so much so as to forget her of all people.

A little voice in her head is whispering mischievous thoughts into her ear. “Tell him, go ahead. Tell him you’re his daughter-in-law. See what he says!”

She doesn’t listen to the voice though, she used to when she was younger but part of growing up is learning when to shut them up and when to follow them. This is a shut-up moment.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“You sure?” he musters her up and down trying desperately to find a place in his head to file her away.

“Pretty sure.”

“Well alright then. Could’ve sworn I’ve seen your pretty face before.”

And when he smiles at her then it’s no teeth or danger it’s that one dimple on his cheek dipping into his skin the same way JJ’s does. She thinks she hates this even more. Seeing a resemblance of the man she loves most in this world in this vile person before her. “That’ll be 86 cents please.”

She hands him a dollar bill and mumbles out a rushed “keep the change” before all but running out of the store.

Hatred feels red, it feels like burning you from the inside out. Bones and muscle and flesh and skin. Stevie has never felt hatred for anyone the way she feels for Luke Maybank.

He might not remember her but she remembers him alright. She remembers all the bruises and black eyes and scars littering JJ’s body. She remembers the fear in JJ’s voice and the tears running down his cheeks and all the pain and suffering he had to go through because Luke couldn’t be bothered to be a father and a decent human being.

Part of growing up is learning when to shut up the voices telling you to do irresponsible, dumb things. Stevie never claimed to be all that grown up. So when she catches sight of the ugly beige chevy suburban with the dent in the side and the crack in the windshield it feels like some higher power takes over. Her feet move as if on autopilot and bring her closer and closer to the car. Her hand reaches into the pocket of her denim shorts and grabs a hold of her key. The one with the pink plastic surfboard keychain and the small switchblade knife. Dad probably had other things in mind when he gave it to her. Protection, safety. But then again he said to use it in emergency situations and this emergency has been a long time coming.

She doesn’t even realize it’s happening until the satisfying hiss of a deflating tire pulls her back into the reality of the situation.

It’s morally wrong, she knows this as well as anyone. But every time she thinks about Luke Maybank all she can see is JJ bruised and battered and asking to be loved only for his father to leave him bloody and broken. Slashing the tire might be morally wrong but as she walks away from the scene of the crime, rides down the familiar streets of Kildare on her bike one hand on the handle one hand holding the popsicle, lips colored cherry red, there’s not a hint of regret inside of her. Sometimes things aren’t morally right but maybe that doesn’t mean they’re all wrong.

“Pogue meetup. 8 on the dot @ the chateau. Mandatory!”

John B. isn’t a texter. Never has been. He gets right to the point and if his point takes more than 3 sentences to explain he will call you. So when the text comes through Stevie doesn’t even have to question who it is summoning her to the old stomping grounds. Immediately the new number is saved in her phone as John B. He’s the only John she knows but it feels entirely wrong not to put the B where it has always been and always will belong.

The Chateau looks familiar and yet different. The big tree behind the house still stands grand and proud, the string lights still attached. She wonders if they still work. If they can still turn a backyard into a fairytale. The house looks different though, newer. It’s sporting a fresh coat of paint, light olive green, and the porch seems to have been built completely new from the ground up.

Music sounds from the backyard and laughter rings through the early afternoon daze. Her heart aches with a sense of longing, a remembrance of different times with the same people.

Their laughter still is her favorite sound in the world.

“Look who it is! Princess Pogue herself!” John B. calls out across the yard as she rounds the corner, smiling faces greeting her.

“Yo, I don’t know if that title still applies. Miss Collins is living on figure 8 now.” Pope inquiries, though Stevie can tell there’s no malicious intent in any of his words. It’s pointless teasing between friends forever entangled in each other's lives.

“Uh, objection your honor. May I remind you of one simple fact please?”

“Granted, what is that fact, Mr. Maybank?”

“Once a Pogue, always a fucking Pogue.”

His exclamation is met with a roar of applause and cheers and for a moment Stevie feels 18 and invincible again. 4 years feel like a lifetime sometimes and in moments like this one 4 years feel like they’re but a blink of an eye.

JJ’s arm falls around her shoulders as she plops down on the tree stump next to him. He smells like salty air and cheap mint body wash and fire. A can of beer is pushed into her hand, condensation cold and wet against her skin. It’s the same brand they’ve always had, the cheapest they sell at any of the stores around the island. It’s nice to know fundamental things haven’t changed.

The fire casts the group in a reddish golden glow, like oil paintings, like movie scenes too beautiful to be real life.

“You all wanna know something crazy?” she says, a smirk spreading on her lips.

Curious eyes regard her awaiting her next words.

“Richard has bidets installed in every bathroom. Remember when we didn’t have running water after one of the storms? Francine or Fiona or something? And we had to flush using collected rainwater.”

“When we sneaked into the country club to shit?” JJ asks with that cute little innocent smirk on his face that is all but innocent but works so well with his big blue eyes and the shaggy blond hair.

“Yeah JJ, that time. Well while we had to do that, figure 8 has fucking bidets.”

“Typical,” Kiara says and rolls her eyes in a way that Stevie missed so dearly. If only she could bottle up this moment, with all her friends smiling and happy and talking nonsense the way they always did.

“Does it like … tickle? Does it feel nice? Like nice nice, if you know what I mean.”

“Okay, woah JJ. No. No, come on. “ John B. speaks up accompanied by a harmony of groans following JJ’s question, earning him a confused “what?” from JJ himself.

“No more talk about — butt stuff. We’re here to celebrate the first time all of us Pogue are back on the island at the same time in years. So I would like to propose something.”

“He said butt stuff.”

“JJ!” Stevie scolds, slightly shoving her elbow into his ribs. Just enough to startle but not enough to hurt. Never.

“Sorry.”

“I propose the idea of making this the best summer ever. No drama. No problems. Just pure old Pogue shenanigans. That means fun, drinks, music, and maybe a blunt or two. What do you guys say?”

Sarah chimes up with an enthusiastic “Sounds good to me” and a grandiose bright smile. It doesn't take more than a second for the rest of the group to join in, a joy radiating from all of them that is simply contagious.

“Well, let's drink to that!”

“To the best summer of all time.” John B. says.

“To good friends.”

“To best friends.” Kie corrects Pope earning herself an agreeable nod of his head from the boy. The man.

“To spending time with the people you love most.”

As those words fall from Sarah’s lips, Stevie can’t help but glance at JJ through the corner of her eyes. It would be the world's most egregious lie if she were to deny that part of her still loves JJ. That part of her will always love him, no matter how much time or distance is put between them. Being here again just makes that so abundantly clear to her. Just because she knows though, doesn’t mean anyone else has to. So when his eyes catch hers she looks back towards the fire, acting as if nothing happened in the first place.

“To letting go of the past and building new futures.”

JJ’s words sound so honest and meaningful and back 4 years ago she immediately would’ve known what they meant. Would’ve been able to read him like an open book.

Not anymore though. And maybe those are the consequences of her own actions that she now has to live with. You are not the girl you were when you left, her mind tells her, and he is not the boy you left behind.

“To old memories. And to making new ones.”

Beers raised in the air, they all let out a whooping “Pogues for life” before taking sips from their drinks. Turning to JJ, Stevie is met with him already looking at her. God, he really does have the most beautiful blue eyes she’s ever seen. There have been so many times she’s gotten lost in them and she can almost feel herself slipping back into them. Letting the blue waves pull her in and pull her under. She wouldn’t even mind. There has never been a death as sweet as drowning in JJ’s eyes.

“Cheers, sunshine.”

“Cheers, JJ”

What a traitorous heart she has, one that won't stop fluttering just because her husband looked at her and granted her a smile. Oh, what a traitorous heart.

The moon sits high in the sky like a spotlight shining down upon the backyard of the Chateau. John B. and Sarah have turned in a while ago and both Kiara and Pope are softly snoring away on the cough inside the house, leaving only Stevie and JJ out by the dying fire.

Just them and the moon and the stars, the soft humming of the radio, and the melodic chirping of the katydids.

“Why are you smiling like that?” JJ asks, now sitting on the floor, back resting against the stump and hands locked behind his head.

“Just — you’re not gonna believe what I did today.”

“What did you do? You’re going all red, what did you do Collins?”

His eyes are wide with mischief and adoration and he’s got a red glow dusting his face. She’s not sure if it’s sunburn or the result of one too many beers. Either way, she thinks it makes him look so fucking adorable.

“I ran into your dad today.”

There’s a flicker of hurt in his eyes, one that’s always been there but one she hopes will go away one day. She doubts it ever will but there’s no harm in hoping.

“Yeah, I heard he’s back in Kildare.”

“He works at the gas station by Willow Drive. Didn’t even recognize me.”

“Of course, he didn’t. Never took an interest in any of the things that mattered to me.”

“Mmmh. Well, I was — god I was so mad, JJ. When he looked at me all friendly I just thought of all the things he did to you and how he never got his comeuppance and I just — freaked. It doesn't even absolve half of what he did to you but I just couldn't help myself.”

“What did you doooo?”

He’s giggling. A grown man giggling like he’s been told the funniest story in all of time’s existence. She loves the sound. Wants to hear it over and over and over again.

“ I slashed his tire.”

“You did not.”

“Uh—huh. I did. With a tiny keychain switchblade too.”

“Stephanie Collins, you’re a full-on criminal. I’m so proud of you.”

“I learned from the best.”

The two of them descend into a fit of laughter, half drunk on beer and high on weed but mostly intoxicated by the magic of being around each other again as if the last 4 years never happened and those kids who were dumb and in love are still there inside of them just under the surface waiting to break free.

“Hey, Stevie?”

The sincerity in his voice sends a funny sensation through her heart.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He shrugs his shoulders and averts his eyes, training them on the dying embers of the fire. It’s funny how something can burn so brightly, so viciously and suddenly it’s but a dim light, barely a spark. There’s a metaphor there for their relationships, she’s a writer, she finds metaphors in everything. But being drunk on nostalgia and residual love, she can’t quite seem to uncover it.

“For everything. Just — I should’ve said it a while ago and I never did so I just wanted to say it now.”

Vulnerable JJ is still something that is quite unfamiliar to her. He is so full of laughter and smiles and overcompensating for how he really feels, he doesn’t show this side of him often. Never did. So when he does it’s special and it means more than he probably even realizes himself.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it. I’m sorry too.”

He places a kiss on the top of her head, so soft and gentle that she wonders for a second if she imagined it.

“You know, earlier before I noticed your dad I felt like the universe was welcoming me back to the island in the weirdest way possible.”

“Huh? How’s that?”

“They played “You’re the Inspiration” over the gas station radio. Our wedding song.”

JJ turns to her, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. She’ll never get tired of looking at his face, Stevie decides at that moment.

“That’s not our wedding song.”

“Uh, yes it is! We had our first dance here in this very backyard while that song was playing. We all sang along. Don’t you remember?”

“I remember every single second of that day. But that was not our first dance.”

He shakes his head, shaggy blond hair swaying messily with the movement, before dusting himself off and standing up. Fumbling his phone from the pockets of his cargo shorts, he furiously starts typing before the Bluetooth speaker lets out a thumping sound and then reconnects to JJ’s phone.

“Our first dance,” JJ says and holds out his hand to her, pulling her to her feet and closer to his body, snaking one hand around her waist. “wasn’t even here. The first time I danced with my wife was on the back patio of the Wreck while we were waiting for the food that Kie couldn’t bring because she was at the Chateau getting the decorations ready for the reception.”

He’s right. Of course, he is. JJ never forgets the little things that turn out not to be so little after all. Back when they were still together he would remember the most inconsequential details. Her favorite flowers, food, songs. The way she liked her coffee and that waking her up with kisses was entirely more successful than a damn alarm clock.

“And this song was playing.”

When he presses play on his phone, a loud voice advertises a Spotify original podcast to them, yet another true crime one, because there aren’t entirely too many of those.

“Sorry, I don’t pay for premium. I think it’s a scam.”

Stevie doesn’t ask him to elaborate, sure there is a completely rational explanation to JJ as to why the premium service is a scam. It probably even makes a little sense if you let him explain it thoroughly.

She doesn’t ask him to elaborate, just wraps her arms around his neck like she’s done so many times before in a lifetime that feels like it wasn’t even her own but also like it happened just hours ago. Time is a funny thing.

A guitar chord fills the air followed by the hauntingly beautiful voice of Eva Cassidy.

“You'll remember me when the west wind moves Among the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold”

Suddenly she’s back on the patio of the Wreck, 18 and in love, and freshly married to the boy that has always had her heart. Life was so complicated and yet so simple. Nothing has changed, everything is different.

“You looked so beautiful in that white dress. And I — “

“JJ, I loved your outfit. Those damned cuffed jeans and that crisp white shirt? That was my husband right there.”

“I liked being called your husband.” He admits with a bashful smile that evokes the dimple on his cheek. On him, nothing is menacing or uneasy. There’s not a hint of his father in him, this is all JJ.

“Yeah?”

They’re softly swaying through the night, stars illuminating the dark around them.

“Oh yeah. Made me feel like a real adult. Like I had done something right in my life. If someone as amazing as you thought I was worth marrying then how fucked up could I really be?”

Stevie never liked hearing him talk about himself like that. Granted, that version of him was usually overshadowed by the fake confident, big-mouthed, larger-than-life persona he put on, but whenever this version did show up, it almost broke Stevie’s heart.

“Is that why you didn’t sign the papers the first time I sent them?”

“You sent them before?”

“Can’t bullshit a bullshitter, JJ. I know you got them. It’s okay though. I get it. It’s hard for me too.”

He bites his lip in consideration as if for the first time in his life weighing his words, deciding what to say next.

“I just — I can’t do it. I’m sorry. Every time I try I just can’t bring myself to sign them. Like I forgot how to spell my own name or something. It’s kinda really fucked up.”

“JJ, it’s okay. You don’t have to do it right now, I’m here all summer. Just give them to me before I leave.”

The thought of her leaving is sending a pang of hurt through her heart. There’s still so much summer left, she tells herself, no need to think about the end yet.

Resting her head against his chest, Stevie closes her eyes, squeezes them shut so tightly it makes her see phosphenes for a second, shutting out the reality of what is happening. If she closes her eyes tight enough she doesn’t have to face the fact that with the end of the summer comes the actual proper end of her marriage. But this is what she wants right? Closure?

“JJ?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you come to my mom’s wedding?”

"Obviously. I’m her favorite.”

She chuckles against his chest, the fabric of his shirt swallowing most of the sound.

“Only if you promise me something though.”

Stevie pulls away and looks up at him and just for a small moment she allows herself to get lost in the blue. Just this once.

“You’ll save a dance for me.”

All her dances are his. Forever. It’s something she promised herself in silence when they danced in the back garden of the country club that one night when they were 16 and meant to work at the midsummer event but snuck away to slow dance as the band played a soft song. Just because things changed between them doesn’t mean that promise will be broken.

The fire is out, just a burned-down log and a pile of ash as Eva Cassidy lulls JJ and Stevie into a soft haze. The song is about to end but neither of them is ready to let go. Not yet. Maybe when the summer ends and things go back to normal. But not right now with the night all inky black. Not right now when it’s just them and the moon and the stars and the melodic chirping of the katydids and Eva Cassidy singing their song.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll save a dance for you.”

“I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold

Ooh Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down As you lie in fields of gold.”

[onsunnyside]

thinking of JJ teaching you how to kiss 🥺 starting off with little pecks that slowly drag into short kisses. you try hard to follow his lead, but your inexperience is so painfully obvious 😖

this drabble has been turned into a fic 😋 here’s the masterlist: what friends are for

allow me to set the scene: it’s movie night at the chateau, beers and snacks litter the floor, everyone is tucked under blankets as the opening credits flicker on the television screen.

as the marathon went on, JJ couldn’t help but notice that you’d look away during the sex scenes. as your best friend, he knew you weren’t the most experienced, but kissing? “You’ve never been kissed?”

You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says different. He easily pulls your hands away from your face, “it’s just not what I was expecting.”

“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”

And like you expected, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”

Cute?

“It’s adorable.” He coos, pinching your cheek, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”

ooohh and when he kisses you: it’s so sweet, so tender. he tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look. he’s slow and steady, pressing his forehead against yours while you take a break.

“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.”

One of his hands slip behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?”

You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.”

How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over, and make you into a pretty mess. So he connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

The unmistakable wet noises make you a little tingly 😖 along with him tilting your head to kiss you deeper. “You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck, your fingers automatically curl in his blond hair and draw a low groan from his throat.

That’s when you go completely dumb, totally thoughtless, all concerns flying out of your mind and joining the blue birds above your heads.

JJ pulls away, voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” you exhale heavily, heart fluttering in your chest. “I’m not good at this yet.”

His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice.”

I just know he’d offer to teach you other things too, all in the realm of pleasure and intimacy 😌

some over the clothes touching, getting hot and heavy in your bedroom after he sneaked in through the window:

“You gotta keep quiet, baby,” he coos, rubbing your swollen clit through your panties, your juices soaking the poor cotton, “I know it feels good, feels real nice when I play with your pretty pussy, huh?” He can only imagine how you’d taste, “Are you paying attention? You’re gonna have to show me what you learnt after we’re done.”

[drewsephrry]

kook reader dating jj maybank

[luvstarss]

Family Dinner

ReaderxJJ

Warnings:None!Fluff :)

This one is a long one so buckle up!

"I'm really not sure about this" JJ says turning to me with a worried look on his face "Jay there gonna love you" I reassure him as I quickly take my eyes off the road and look over to see him biting his lips which is something he did when he was nervous. "I promise," I say as I use one hand to hold his."I don't know," he says nervously

"If u need to leave we can but we have to go in at least okay?" I say with a reassuring smile "Mhm" he mumbles in response.My parents were having a family dinner, so they invited JJ as they wanted to meet him, and he was nervous. really nervous.We pull up at my house in the Twinkie that John B had lent us for the night. "home sweet home" I say as we both jump out of the van and walk up to the front porch

"JJ relax it’s gonna be fine I promise baby"I say softly as I give him a soft kiss. he nods as I open the front door "Mom I'm here!" I shout as my little sister comes running up to me "Lia!" I shout as I pick her up and hug her tightly "Hi!" she squeals wrapping her arms around my shoulders and burying her face in my neck.

"Lia I want you to meet JJ"I say with a smile as she lifts her face up and looks at the boy next to me "Oooo" she says and starts making kissy noises. Me and JJ both let out a laugh as I put her down and she goes running off. "Dad!" I shout him into the living room as we go and sit down on my couch. I slowly grab JJ's hand as my dad walks into the living room. I feel him tense up "You must be JJ!" my dad says with a smile as JJ stands up and shakes my dad's hand "You hungry?" my dad asks as he sits on the couch opposite us.

"Yeah starving" jj says with an awkward laugh as he sits back down next to me. "Well good to meet u JJ I'm gonna go help in the kitchen," he says with a smile as he goes back into the kitchen "See it's fine," I say reassuringly as I rub circles on jj back "Yeah your dad seems nice" JJ replies with a smile. Before I can reply Lia comes running in with her crayons and paper "What you drawing Lee?" I ask "Me and JJ," She says bluntly "Oh you are now are you?" I say as I look at JJ with a smile and then back at her.

"Yep," she says as she starts scribbling on the paper with different colours. "I think she might like you," I say to JJ with a laugh "Just a bit," he says returning a toothy smile " I really appreciate you coming," I say softly "Of course," he says in the same soft tone as I give him a small kiss on the lips "Ew!" my sister shouts as she stands up with the paper in her hand and hands it to JJ

"Why thank you," he says as he looks on the paper to see a scribble of her and JJ with hearts around the page. Lia lets out a giggle and runs into the other room "Wow cam I think you have some competition" JJ jokes "Yeah yeah" I laugh My mom walks into the living room "Sorry about not coming in sooner!”Hi I’m her mom Melanie" she says as JJ stands up to greet her but my mom just pulls him into a hug. After a few seconds, they both pull away with a smile.

"Thank you for the invite by the way it means the world"JJ says as my mom sits down in the same spot my dad sat previously and JJ sat back down next to me. "It's my pleasure I've never seen Canm so happy," she says with a serious look "Mom stop ur embarrassing me" I reply as my face goes red.

"Well I think Lia likes me even more than your daughter does," jj says to my mom with a laugh as he passes her the drawing. My mom looks down at It and laughs "God she isn't half a hand full" my mom says shaking her head. "Dinners almost ready if u guys don't mind would u guys set the table?" my mom asks her eyes flickering between me and JJ "Yeah of course" he replies. I let out a groan as he pulls me off the couch and into the kitchen. We both start making the table as my sister sprints into the kitchen

"JJ JJ!" she shouts whilst pulling on JJ's arm "What's up Lee?" he asks softly as he neals down to talk to her. my heart immediately melts. "Can u come and help me draw please please pleaseeee" she begs whilst still pulling on his arm "Go on its fine ill finish setting the table"I say with a smile as he gets dragged back into the living room by Lia "Sooo" my mom begins "Sooo" I repeat with a grin "he's a cute one" my mom says returning the grin "yeahhhhh" I reply.

I finish setting the table and look into the living room. I see j sitting cross-legged on the floor helping my sister draw a picture.

At that moment I knew.

My mom comes up behind me and rests her chin on my shoulder "You love him don't you" she says "I think I do" I say softly "Hes a good one keep him close" my mom replies with a smile " Thats if Lia doesn't steal him from you" she adds with a giggle "mhm" I laugh "Alright well go get him and your sister dinners ready" she says giving me a kiss on the cheek as she goes back to putting food on the table. "I see you guys are having fun," I say walking over to them.

"Can close ur eyes!" my sister says "Quick cover them!" she adds as ij puts his hands over my eyes. "Hello to you guys too," I say confused. "Wait here!" my sister shouts as I hear her run off and come back. She gives JJ the okay to let me open my eyes "Well I don't know what u guys are plotting but dinners ready" I say as I help jj up and we walk into the kitchen "Smells amazing Melanie!" JJ says as we all sit down at the table

"Thankyou JJ but please call me mel" She laughs We all begin eating "So how did u and JJ meet?" my dad asks as he puts another mouthful of food in his mouth.

"Well you know how I work at the surf shop? well, jj is really good at surfing so he would buy supplies at the shop then you know we started hanging out" I say with an obvious smile painted on my face as I turn to him as I see the same grin on his face.

"Aww JJ do u work?" my mom asks "Not fully at the moment but I help Cam at the surf shop a lot and I fix cars here and there" he replies as he has a mouthful of his food. JJ places his hand on my thigh as my sister begins "JJ can we show Cam our drawing after dinner?" she says across the table "Yeah of course" he replies with a smile "You guys made me a drawing?" I ask

"Yep we did," jj says with a nod as he turns me witha grin "Your sister is quite the little artist" he adds "Mhm" Lia agrees with a proud nod. We finish off our food and we all go and sit in the living room. Obviously, JJ sits next to me and My mom and dad sit on the couch opposite us whilst my sister runs off and comes back with a piece of paper.

She looks at JJ for a second "Go on give it to her Lee" and with that Lia comes up to us and hands me the paper “why Thankyou”I say as I look down at it to see a picture of her me and jj all holding hands "awww I love it lee" I say in awe as I pick her up and hug her tightly.

After a moment she pulls away and just sits on my lap facing me "I wanna see the drawing!" my mom says as JJ hands her and my dad the paper. They both let out a laugh and give the paper back to JJ "Me and Lee make quite the team don't we" JJ smiles as he gives Lia a high five.

"Im starting to think you like Lia more than me," I say jokingly with a smile as I put her down "Well I meannnn" JJ jokes as I slap him on the shoulder lightly "You're a good man JJ your old man raised you right," my dad says. my heart drops. jj stiffens in his seat. I grab his hand and rub my thumb against it.JJ just smiles awkwardly and shuffles in his seat.

"Well me and JJ better get going we're meeting our friends later," I say with a smile at my parents as we both stand up. "Of course, it's been lovely meeting you JJ," My mom says hugging him once again "Good meeting you too," he says with a smile "You're a good lad JJ," my dad says shaking his hand "Bye JJ!" Lia shouts running up to him as he bends down and hugs her “Bye Lee!”JJ says to the little girl as he stands back up.

"Youll have to babysit her one day with JJ" my mother says to me with a grin "I think she might like that" I say with a laugh "Alright love you guys ill see you guys later," I say as I open the door and go to leave "Love u guys thank you for dinner!" JJ shouts with a smirk. We both laugh as I jump in the passenger seat and jj drives "Well they really like you," I say with a giggle. “

Im glad I was so nervous" he responds with an awkward laugh "I knew they'd love you," I say with a smile "Your sister certainly does," he says turning to me with a smile on his face. "You know I'd love to babysit ur sister sometime you know? like your mom said" JJ says climbing into bed as I join him putting my head on his bare chest as he plays with my hair "Id like that.My heart literally melted when I saw you helping her draw" I say looking up at him

"Really?" he says showing that mesmerising toothy smile "I love ur smile you know" I say out of the blue as I look at him in awe "you do?" he questions his face scrunching up"I really do" I say with a serious look on my face "well I happen to like your smile as well" he says pulling me up and kissing me.

I let out a giggle as I prop my chin on his chest and continue to look up at him "You know me and my mom were talking about you "I say "You were? Oh no what did I do wrong?" he says a worried look painted on his face "No, it's good I promise. I was watching you and Lia play and i realised" i pause for a minute

"i love you JJ" i say my breath heavy it's not like we weren't serious of anything but this is the first time i'd ever said i love you. "I love you too baby" JJ replies as he kisses my forehead.

[seriesxwriting]

Your worth fighting for

W JJ maybank

Series- outer banks x

(I love season three)- no spoilers here

Summary- you and JJ have been friends a looong time. But suddenly your relationship has become very flirty. Is it time to tell him how you feel? ;)) only problem is your brother is topper…

Warnings- swearing, kissing, degrading of the pogues, mentions of fighting, Alcohol use.

Requests are open for all and anything x

-💓-

Knock knock

“Hey! Guys, come in” I greeted widening the door for the pouges to walk through. First ki and Sarah, jhon B and pope. And then JJ. JJ walked in smiling brightly. “I can’t believe we’ve never seen your house, it’s fucking massive” he laughed closing the door behind him and then turning towards me. The pouges had already walked through to the living room, so only me and JJ were standing in the hall way. “Well seems my parents and topper are away I thought it was time you saw it” “grand tour me baby” JJ stuck his arm out for me to grab onto.

I’d been a part of this group for a long time now, me and Sarah kinda come as a package we’ve been best friends since we were toddlers. And It was the best thing I’d ever done. Me and JJ got close pretty fast but recently it had been a tad more… I dunno flirty? I lead him into the front room where I had put out the alcohol and snacks for the night. “Oh this is going to be good” JJ rubbed his hands together with a wide grin. “I hope so” I patted his chest before letting go of him to pour my drink. After I had some beer in my hand I opened the sliding doors at the back revealing the pool and hot tub in my back garden.

“Shall we take this outside?” I smiled, the pouges all followed me out with wide eyes looking around at the lights and glowing water. “So- where are your parents exactly? And topper- we’re not going to expect him right?” John b questioned taking slight precautions. “Nah, there all on a work trip in Orlando they won’t be back until Monday” I explained. “So it’s party Saturday and hangover Sunday okay”.

Sarah giggled nodding “just how I like to spend my weekends” ki blew me a kiss while removing her clothes leaving a bathing suit on. Her and pope got straight into the hot tub while JJ found his way over to me again. “Right I’ve got a plan- I’m going to save your party” he told me leaning on my shoulder. “How are you going to do that? I think it’s going well” “well it is so far but your about to ruin it”

I laughed moving his arm off me and folding mine looking up into his eyes. “How? Hm?” “Im going to play my playlist on the speaker and save you from yourself and- your dreadful taste in music” JJ nodded sipping his drink but not breaking eye contact with me. “My music taste is not dreadful!” I gasped smirking and gently slapped him on the chest. JJ finally burst out laughing after holding it in this whole time. “I’ve heard it- if anyone else does, I can’t promise you won’t be cast out” “if I’m cast out your cast out my humble abode” i wriggled my eyebrows flirting back with him. “We’ve survived this long without fancy glasses and flashy pools have we not?” JJ mischievously grinned. “Well- you haven’t tried my pool yet” I shrugged looking over at it. “Never too late hun” I pulled at his hand taking him over to the pool side.

“Nope no way- I didn’t pack my swim shorts” he looked down into the blue waters. “You live in the OBX why didn’t you pack your shorts” I laughed shaking my head. “So you have a swim suit on now?” He questioned looking back at me now. “Of course never leave h-

And that’s all JJ needed to know. He shoved me into the depths of the pool. After splashing about I came up and JJ was knelt down on the side laughing his head off. “That! Was out of order” I called out to him joining in with his laughter. “Sorry” he said i between his fits. I splashed him with the water soaking his hair. “Oi!” JJ shook it off fluffing his hair out. I swam over to the side looking up at him.

Right now, it felt as if we were the only two people at my house. In the world even. He was fucking beautiful looking at me under the moonlight. “I’m sorry” I batted my eyes holding his hand. Jj’s face half dropped and he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but I already had a plan. “I need to tell yo-

With that I yanked him in next to me. The blonde boy wiggled around under water before coming up. But I didn’t feel like laughing I wanted to know what he was going to say. “I’m- actually sorry now- what were you saying?” I quizzed looking almost worried. “What on earth are you two doing?” Ki yelled over with a knowing smile. “Uh- nothing- swimming” I shouted over to her shrugging my shoulders.

Before turning to look back at JJ. “Nothing- moments passed” he shook his head, his facial expression didn’t look the same as it did before he was kind of reserved now. I wasn’t sure I liked it. “Come on- I’ll get you a towel” I nodded to the steps as I waded my way out the pool. The boy followed me quietly but stopped at the door. “We’re soaking” he stated looking through my house. “It’s only water” I smirked stepping into the front room.

JJ was hesitant but he eventually followed me upstairs to the cupboard of a thousand towels. I dumped a green one on his head but i barely got a reaction out of him. I don’t know what just happened. JJ started making his way back downstairs. “J I’m really sorry about pulling you in” I softly declared running after him. “don’t be it’s just water y/n” he answered turning into the kitchen so he could use the towel.

“But” “no buts I said it’s fine” JJ cut in swiftly. I followed the boy into the kitchen using my own towel while watching him like a hawk. “Well is just that your saying- it’s fine but- but your not acting like it’s fine” I explained biting my lip. JJ turned his head to look at me before taking in a deep breath. “Just take my word for it, pouges don’t lie to each other” “can… I try something?” I wondered playing with my fingers and looking at the floor nervously. “Try something? Like what?” He turned his full body towards me. I slowly made my way over to him and met his eyes. They looked confused yet they had that excitement in them that they usually had. His baby blues had me mesmerised all the time. I slid my hands up his neck slowly leaning my forehead against his before slowly kissing him testing the waters. It was only quick I just need to make sure it was alright. But when I looked at him again jjs arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer.

And kissed me again. It was still slow and passionate, I knew there was a spark between us I knew something had changed. His thumb rubbed up and down my hip and I held onto his blonde hair. Running my hands through it up and down his neck. JJ randomly pulled away from the kiss and me, his arms rested on the back of his neck and he turned his back. “Fuck” he whispered. “W-what?” “We can’t do that again- we- we can’t do that y/n” JJ shook his head vigorously pointing. “Calm down!” I whispered nodding and putting my arms up in defence. “Just tell me what your thinking” “we just fucked up that’s what happened” JJ answered shaking his head and his hair. “J something changed right? Between us im not the only one who felt it” I questioned feeling my eyes fill up with tears.

He looked at me sadly just blinking “you don’t like me? That’s fine you just have to say”, jjs face scrunched up and his jaw clenched with frustration. “Stop it, you can’t do that- not to yourself you have a very good thing here your parents they love you you live here you- you your going to get a good job or- family business or or something okay! You do not need me dragging you down y/n” JJ defensively put a wall up.

“So you do like me? Your worried about my reputation” I laughed with an eye roll. “That’s sweet but- I don’t care about that I’d rather have you than a good reputation- a fake reputation and fucking boring kook life”. JJ shook his head again and I saw a tear fall out his eye. “Doesn’t matter you can do better your making a mistake” “why are you doing that?” I stormed over close to him again. “Why are you putting you self down you have everything I want JJ” “maybe you don’t have what I want”

“Your lying your putting up barriers for no reason! I’m right here j I’m yours” i exploded throwing my hands about everywhere. He looked like he was thinking about it. “Stop putting your walls up- i promise your safe with me i would never hurt you” I whispered getting closer again reaching up to hold his face. “What if I can’t do it- you deserve the fucking world what if I can’t give yo-

-I don’t want the world JJ don’t you get that” I cut in shaking my head not breaking eye contact. “I just want you to let me in- give me a chance to show you it would work” . JJ still didn’t stay anything he just looked back at me. “I know it’s hard- but I don’t want to do this flirty friendship thing anymore” “fine” he whispered softly. “Look I get that you can’t take your walls down and if you want me it’s stop pushing I- wait what did- you just say?” “I said fine- If you really think we can do it I’m willing to try your worth that” JJ twinkled smally but enough to notice, brushing my face with his soft fingers. “Really?” I gasp with a wide, excited and shocked grin automatically pulling the boy into a hug of relief. My hand held his neck as a tear fell down my happy face.

JJ out of no where picked me up spinning me in the hug. “Your full of suprises y/n- you know that” he whispered kissing my cheek softly. JJ set me down on the counter and I wrapped my legs around him dipping my head down towards his to meet his lips for the first real kiss of our relationship. My hands caught around his hair and his held my hips.

Out of nowhere I hear bang on the window of the house. I pull away from JJ to see Rafe and kelce looking very very angry outside. “Shit” JJ whispers under his breath. “What the fuck are they doing here?” My heart dropped, this was bad. Out of nowhere the front door opened and topper strode in kicking his suit case to the ground. “That what your doing now y/n? Fucking the pouges now?” “What in earth are you doing here top” I jumped down going to meet him and stop him coming in here.

Rafe and kelce walked in closing the door with grins on their faces. “I came back early, problem?” He asked squinting down at me. “Look we can talk about this can you please just calm down and talk to me?” I asked my brother desperately. “Are you fucking serious- I’m going to kill him for touching you! Not only are you my baby sister but your a kook- he’s scum he’s dirt” topper scowled at JJ who was still behind the counter. “Do you really wanna do this top?” JJ giggled shaking his head. Topper made a run at him but I pushed in front of him. “Will you just hear me fucking out topper! Not everything needs to be solved with fists” I begged loudly knowing that this was going to be bad if they fought. The noise caused the other pouges to race into the living room but Rafe and kelce stood in the way. “Shit” jonh b announced.

“Yeah Shit indeed!” Topper slammed his hand against the door frame. “We will leave and when you calm down- then we can talk okay- please for me?” I widened my eyes which were full of tears. “Tell me something” topper whispered rubbing the side of his head. “You with him? You together?” “It doesn’t matter your going to be pissed either way” “I won’t allow you to throw your life away” topper shook his head and pushed past me. Topper ran round the island in the kitchen and JJ ran round the other side.

He escaped the kitchen but Rafe and kelce were there. Out the corner of my eye I saw ki and pope jump onto the backs of the boys while I delayed topper. “Your making it worse I’m a big girl! I can- look after myself” I winced as I pushed back at him. “Go go go!” Sarah shouted to JJ pointing to the front door that her and John be were running to. I held topper long enough to watch the three of them run out. I fell to the floor when topper got past me.

He looked at me and sighed while running off “I’m sorry y/n”. I jumped up getting ki and pope on the way. We used the back door to escape with Rafe and kelce on our trail. I slammed the glass doors shut and locked it from the outside. Us three laughed and waved at them before jumping my fence to run through the forest. “Are you and jayj really together?” Ki yelled to me while we all ran. “I- yeah- yeah we are” I nodded breathlessly but we grinned at each other.

“They would have all gone back to the château come on” pope hurried us along. We crossed the boarder into the cut and ran through the streets we didn’t stop until we got to our destination. “Guys?” Ki shouted out into the night “JJ?” I yelled desperately feeling my heart drop. “There not here” pope came out of the house looking around. His eyes stuck to a part of the forest. “But someone is” he whispered signalling to hide.

He ducked behind a window and I hide behind the parked boat. I didn’t even see where ki got to. Some rustling came from the bushes and my heart pounded against my chest with fear. A second after JJ stumbled through with the two pouges behind him “are they here?” JJ questioned to his two friends searching around for us. “Shit you scared us!” Pope laughed appearing from his hiding spot.

“Pope! Where’s y/n” JJ hissed in a low tone looking slightly worried when he only saw pope and ki. I ran from the hiding spot and he turned noticing me and opened his arms smiling with relief. “I’m so sorry” I cried hugging him tightly. “You have nothing to apologise for hun” he told me kissing the side of my head and wrapping his arms around me holding me there. “You didn’t deserve to hear that” I whispered to him. “Y/n, i Don’t Care about fucking topper” JJ replied.

“You almost got into a fight- I can’t see you hurt” I shook my head.

“Y/n, your worth fighting for hun”.

-💓-

[coleaep]

ITS KURT COBAINS BIRTHDAY 🥳 🥳🥳🥳

In his honour here is some adorable photos of him.

[redroses07]

love is a spectrum…

(last post for a bit, sorry for the spam)

[m-writes-stories]

MASTERLIST

My Complete Masterlist. Will update as I go. Will be posting old content that has been sitting in my google doc lol.

Travis Kelce

The KC Couple - Travis Kelce x Reader

I’m Always Here

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

One-Shots

A Fluffy Surprise

Bucky Barnes

Hold My Girl - Bucky x Daughter Reader. Bucky gol goes on a long mission and it affects the reader badly. Warnings: suicide talk, feeding tube, and anxiety.

In The End I’ll Always Love You - Bucky x Reader. It’s date night and as you and bucky are leaving you get hit by a car. Warnings: car crash, language, blood (if any), abusive words (Bucky isn’t actually abusive.) Word Count: 1247

Stucky x Reader

Old Habits - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes. The boys run back to you. Warnings: Assault, Language (when do i not use language), idk what else. Word Count: 1053

[strangelysamantha]

mirror sex ✧

jj maybank x reader.

warnings: smut, sex, swearing, ect.

summary: jj fucks you while he makes you watch his reflection.

request? yes! and requests are open!

a/n: i’m sorry! 💜 i’m a horny bastard.

my masterlist

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“let me touch you… please.” jj shook his head at your begging, extremely annoyed at the fact you were so intent on pleasing him, rather than wanting him to be pleasing you. “no. i’m going to do what i want to do to you. stop begging for my cock because you aren’t going to get it anytime soon.” you frown at his words, looking him straight in the eyes. you give him the saddest puppy dogs eyes you’ve ever done, but it didn’t work.

he looks away, unable to stare at you for too long. you sigh and reach for his hand which he willingly gives you, curious to see what you would do with it. you stare up at him, and stick his 3 fingers inside your mouth, coating his fingers with your saliva, while moaning against them. his mouth opened slightly, his eyes fixated on you moving around his fingers. you released his fingers and smiled innocently. he let you guide his hand closer to your pussy. you lifted your skirt so your lace panties were revealed. you then grabbed his fingers and put them against your clothed core. he could feel your pussy pulsing. “do you see what you do to me? you haven’t even touched me and i’m already so wet for you. so wet to the point my pussy is actually pulsing.” he curses under his breath in response, shocked by how quick you were to get turned on.

you lean in for a kiss that gets heated quickly. him fighting for dominance, his tongue exploring every part of your mouth. you pull away to breathe, and then you feel him begin to grind his clothed cock against your inner thigh. you stood in between him, legs slightly apart as jj stood so close. you were sat on a counter, as he stood looking down on you. you moaned softly at the thought of being the one that gets him hard. “jj please-” you whimpered. he continued to rub his hard on against you. your foreheads are touching each other, allowing you to see his reaction when he hits a certain spot that feels good. “if i can’t suck your dick can you at least fuck me like i’m your cumslut? or is that too hard for you to do?” he halted his movements as he thought about what you just said. his bulge was pushed onto your clothed vagina, the pulses sending him over the edge, making him he realize how much of an impact he actually had on you.

“fine. if you want to be treated like a cumslut whore, than that’s the treatment you’ll get.” jj grabbed your hand and softly walked with you to the bed room as he peppered soft kisses along your skin until you reached the room. inside the room he pushed you quickly onto the bed, his hands immediately grabbing yours and pinning them above your head. you moaned due to his harsh movements and whispered out his name. he slapped you across the face before grabbing your jaw. “did i say you can moan, let alone whimper my name?” he asked while his hand moved from your face to your neck, grasping tightly. you shake your head no and he smirks, “not so confident now, what happened?” he laughed slightly before letting go of your neck.

“you sure love to act like you’re all that, but that’s all it is. an act.” you stare up at him, speechless. he shakes his head, slowly taking off his belt. once it is off he walks up to you, pinning your arms together and using it to restrict your hands. his belt made your arms concealed as they were stuck together, hanging above your head. he watches you slowly, before approaching you once again. he rips your skirt off, along with your panties. you stare, amusement finding your face. he gently but smoothly flips you over, your bent over, your ass up in full view. in front of you was a mirror, which he intended on using. “see this mirror baby?” you nod, completely vulnerable. he slaps your ass, “i’ll fuck you just like you want, on one condition.” you frown but allow him to negotiate. “you watch the mirror the whole time.” you sigh, “i can do that. easy.” he laughs but continues.

his fingers massage your clit, preparing you for his huge cock. you moan at the first contact, he pulls the ring off his finger before placing it on your ring finger. “hold on to this for me baby.” your heart flutters and you continue to watch his reflection. he licks his fingers and inserts them into you again, he’s gently stretching you out. you lean back onto him, “i need you now.” he smirks, “your wish is my command.” he jerks his cock a few times before lining it up. he looks up and makes direct eye contact with you through the mirror, and in seconds he’s slowly pushing into you. it fills you up and burns slightly, but once the burn disappears it’s complete pleasure. his hands are tight on your hips and he’s pushing you back on to him, his cock reaching deep parts inside of you. the pleasure gets too much, and you slump you head down into the pillow as you take him pounding deep in you. it doesn’t take long for him to notice.

“i said you had to watch as i fucked you.” he forced your head forward to make you watch. you whimper as his cock slams inside you at a fast pace. you try to hold the whines in, you knew it would only inflate his ego more but you couldn’t help the few that slipped out. he was making you feel too good. “please jj.” he was fast and consistent. “you feel me baby? feel me deep in your pussy?”

you nod yes, your stomach tightens at the pleasure. he slaps your ass, and continues to grab your hips while he thrusts deep in you. he groans, “fuck baby i’m so close.” he pulls out and continues to jerk his cock, you flip around, and he cums all over your chest and stomach. “so fucking good baby. you make me feel so good.” you smile at the approval and after a few seconds of regaining a steady breath, he grabs a towel to clean up his mess.

“i said you had to watch as i fucked you.” he forced your head forward to make you watch. you whimper as his cock slams inside you at a fast pace. you try to hold the whines in, you knew it would only inflate his ego more but you couldn’t help the few that slipped out. he was making you feel too good. “please jj.” he was fast and consistent. “you feel me baby? feel me deep in your pussy.”

you nod yes, your stomach tightens at the pleasure. he slaps your ass, and continues to grab your hips while he thrusts deep in you. he groans, “fuck baby i’m so close.” he pulls out and continues to jerk his cock, you flip around, and he cums all over your chest and stomach. “so fucking good baby. you made me feel so good.” you smile at the approval and after a few seconds of regaining a steady breath, he grabs a towel to clean up his mess.

[jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah]

So I was talking to @destinsposts00 and she asked me how I became an OBX fan and I thought i should share it with everyone else too cos like why not?

okay so basically last year around this time maybe a few weeks earlier i was looking at you know those really long edits like the 3 minute ones of characters and stuff and i came across this one of JJ and Pope as best friends and well ngl but JJ caught my eye not only cos of how wow he looks but he was the type of fictional guy i like and well then a few week later at school i realized two of my close friends were as obsessed with obx and it just became my comfort show and something that i use to get away from reality and well y'all can tell i'm obsessed.

So how did everyone else become obsessed with OBX- either say in the comments or reblog and share your story.

tagging:@lis4ux @jjcrew @jjandkiarabelongtogether @yukswl0v3 @destinsposts00 @hmspogue @redhead1180 @prestigiouskatarina @jiara4ever @chloeseriously

[etheral-moon]

[onsunnyside]

.♡ ⃗ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 (𝟏/𝟓)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | best friend!JJ Maybank x reader (College AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, friends-to-lovers, college au, non-canon ages, ‘lessons in love & pleasure’ trope, kook!reader, size difference, shy!reader, inexperienced & virgin!reader, clumsy!reader, cute first kisses.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗪/𝗖 | 3.97K

𝗔/𝗡 | and here we go !! this is my first obx series, so pls wish me luck, also note that this is a college au, meaning all characters are 21+. this will be angst-free, just a fluffy fic about two friends falling in love, starring a charming blond surfer. i'd love to hear your thoughts about this so far. as always, all mistakes are my own. ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐎𝐁𝐗 (& 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬) 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The rays of the sun beam down, burning your heated face as you exit the building. Hurriedly stuffing your uniform in your bag, you rush down the stairs and toward the main campus. You weave between students, nearly tripping while anxiously checking the time on your phone. 

A few minutes late wasn’t that bad. You didn’t expect your professor to take the entire period given that it was the last day before spring break. It would’ve been more bearable if you had any friends in that class, but none of them showed. Perhaps you should’ve done the same and got a headstart on break too, or at least a full eight hours of sleep for the first time in months. 

Approaching the common area, the familiar sound of the fountain meets your ears amongst the chatter and laughter from your peers. 

Your eyes fall on a familiar blond, a toothpick between his teeth as he mindlessly scrolls through his cell phone. He stands out amongst the sea of plaid skirts, ties and blazers, wearing a backwards cap, cargo shorts and a tank top, his toned arms as sunkissed as ever. You call his name and break into a skip.

“If it isn’t the smartest gal I know…” You melt in his hold, that signature coastal citrusy scent washing over you like waves on a shore. After one final squeeze, he pulls away, his blue eyes flickering down to your feet. “And she still doesn’t remember to tie her damn shoes.”

“I was already running late, I couldn’t stop!” 

He rolls his eyes and drops to one knee, bringing your foot to the other, “yeah, and what would’ve happened if you tripped? Or got stuck in an escalator? Or tangled in some wild vines?” He asks, quickly tying both your laces. 

“Too late for one of those…” You pull up the hem of your dress, exposing the mismatched bandaids on both your knees. 

“Did you try to walk and chew gum at the same time?”

You huff, “actually, I got it while golfing. The tall grass is really misleading.” 

Your mother had scolded you for the grass stains on your new shoes, yet another pair just victim to your clumsiness, much like everything else you own. 

As expected, JJ’s mood sours at the mention of Figure 8. Years after that kegger incident, JJ was still very bitter towards anything Kook-related. He didn’t want to hear about Rafe and his crew and almost turned red at the mere mention of their names. He tolerated you, Sarah and Kie talking about Midsummers, and was absolutely zero help when you were discussing dresses and crowns. 

“Who was there?”

“Just my dad, Sarah and Mr. Cameron.” 

JJ hums, peering up at you through his lashes. “Anyone else?”

You cross your arms, “Rafe never comes if that’s what you’re asking. He’s too busy working for his dad, and is probably halfway across the world, sipping on Dom Pérignon by the beach.” 

“Yeah, I guess it’s not like he asked you to join him… again.”

A loud sigh falls from your lips, “That was one time! And he didn’t even ask, Mr. Cameron wanted me to check on him and make sure he wasn’t blowing profits on new bikes or drugs.” 

JJ drops it after that, he could say anything he wanted but that wouldn’t impact your relationship with the Camerons. Since your parents owned and operated the Island Club, and rich people liked other rich people. 

Your entire childhood was spent on Figure 8 alongside Sarah and the rest of the Kooks. You were grateful to live so comfortably, never having to worry about bills or losing electricity for days on end, but you’ve always envied the Pogues. Their freedom and exciting adventures were so different from the lonely box you were born in. 

With years of friendship between you and the rest of the Pogues, your mother still referred to them as ‘those kids from The Cut.’ 

Your father, on the other hand, had a soft spot for them—especially JJ because of their shared love for cars and motorbikes. There have been a few times that you’ve caught them messing around in the garage after JJ left for more snacks and drinks, practically abandoning you all by the pool for some grease and engines. 

Although he liked the blond boy, you know your father would disapprove of the many nights he’s sneaked through your window for a little sleepover. You were used to it now, sharing a bed with your best friend was a regular occurrence. It was platonic, even when you’d wake up in each other’s arms, tucked close. 

JJ’s morning voice never failed to make you all fuzzy inside. 

“Hello? Are you gonna get on or does the princess need help?” 

Ignoring his remark, you quickly straddle his bike and wince at the dull pain in your thigh, “I also got a nasty bruise that day—note to self, never try to retrieve golf balls from deceitful tall grass again.” 

He chuckles and twists around, “poor baby, want me to kiss it better?” 

As if the sun had solely focused on you, your whole body heats up, a warmth fluttering in your belly as your mind searches for a response. 

“I-I, uhm…oh, I—”

JJ laughs loud with a dimpled grin, “Why don’t you think about it and tell me later? We’re already running late and you know how Pope is with that.”

The Wreck is busy this time of day, every seat filled with college students and Tourons as waiters zoom from table to table. The delicious smell of seafood clouds the air and loud conversations drown out the radio. Sunshine pours from the windows, bathing the nautical decorations in an orange glow. Fishnets, brass ship wheels, and various hand-painted signs hang on the walls, strung up alongside fairy lights and ceiling fans. 

You and JJ beeline for your designated spot, the booth all the way in the corner of the restaurant. As suspected, everyone is already there apart from Kie, you side in next to Pope and exchange gleeful greetings. 

“And she lives! After that tumble at the golf course, I’m surprised you don’t have a cast or something.” Sarah snorts, the memory of you literally disappearing in the grass replaying in her head. “How’d your mom take it?”

You pout, “She was more concerned with my dirty clothes than my injuries,” and your bruised ego, “can you believe it?” 

You’re met with mumbles of ‘yes’ and ‘of course,’ everyone awfully aware of your mother’s obsession with the picture-perfect image. If she had it her way, she would dress you every day to show off that Kook status, she’d put you in pastel prints, ironed polos, and hand-shined shoes. A part of you knows that the only thing stopping her from dressing you like a doll was your clumsiness, a saving grace disguised as aches and bandaids. 

Her overbearing nature was also to blame for your timid heart, sometimes you were too scared to do any wrong that you wouldn’t do anything at all. Looming fear kept you in that box of solitude, unfulfilled expectations and thrills made you shrink away. As a child, you never had the confidence to speak up and often went with whatever your mother said, but that was until you met the Pogues. They helped you get out of your shell and introduced you to new experiences, they were the most patient and caring people you’ve met, and you wouldn’t trade their friendship for the world. 

Out of the corner of your eye, Sarah and John B exchange a few chaste kisses. You immediately turn away, jumping into a conversation about Kie’s whereabouts with Pope. 

“Her dad needed a hand, hopefully, she’ll be back with our food soon.” He answers and slides a glass in front of you, “she got this for you.” 

It was your favourite smoothie flavour. You don’t waste any time and take a long sip, the sweet berries melting on your tongue, a momentary distraction from feeling so different from your friends. 

Under your mother’s watchful eye, you never dared to step out of line and that has led you to being terribly inexperienced in everything dating-related. While your friends were partying and earning their stripes, you were watching from the sidelines and fumbling every opportunity that came your way. You tried to forget all those people who have pursued you, their texts unanswered and calls ignored. 

You shake away those thoughts, “Did any of you have class today?” 

Sarah flips her blond hair over her shoulder, “All my uniforms were in the wash, so it really wasn’t my fault. If private universities didn’t have mandatory uniforms… I still probably wouldn’t have gone.” 

You and Sarah went to the same campus, but your schedules were far different. You could barely remember your own, let alone keep track of hers too. 

Your gaze slowly shifts from each of their faces, “even you, Pope?”

“In my defence, I’m way ahead in all my courses, I could afford to miss a day.” 

“Hmm… And does your dad know?” You tut, tilting your head. 

He stares back at you, “Does your dad know you let Sarah and John B spend their anniversary in the country club after hours?”

Across the table, Sarah’s jaw drops. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” 

“I didn’t! Only you and he know.” You point to her boyfriend who was blinking owlishly. 

John B raises his hands, going rigid under his girlfriend’s glare. “I only told JJ.”

All eyes land on the blond, a paper crane napkin in his hands. “Hm? Oh yeah, I told Pope and Kie.” 

“No secrets between Pogues.” They both high-five over your head. 

You deflate, covering your face. “Don’t tell anyone else, okay? I don’t want to accidentally start some under-the-table business renting the club… My mom would kill me.” 

JJ coos, rubbing up and down your back. “Hey, it’s no different than Sarah lending Ward’s yacht to Pope when he wanted to impress that Touron…” He shrieks when a hand slaps the back of his head, knocking his hat to the ground.

“Idiot! No one knew about that!”

“I think we can all agree that JJ is just terrible at keeping secrets. Can’t trust him with anything.” 

You giggle and sip on your smoothie, half-listening to John B’s rant about some customers at the surf shop. JJ sticks a straw in your cup and drinks too, cheekily bumping your foreheads together, his pretty blue eyes locked onto yours. 

You find it hard to turn away, your gaze drifting over his face. From his strong nose to his cheekbones carrying a slight sunburn to his defined jaw. He flashes a grin, those stupid dimples making you a little flustered. 

JJ was a natural flirt, he could make anyone swoon, he showered his friends in platonic love and affection—hugs, cuddles, kisses, you name it and he’s done it to each of you. He’s dated around the island but those relationships never lasted long enough to get serious, and they’ve never been introduced to your group either. 

You’ve always wondered what he was like as a boyfriend, if he was as sweet with his partners as he was with all of you, if that tenderness bled into all his actions. He wore his heart on his sleeve in the most admirable of ways, although he was hotheaded and troubled, you’ve always felt safe with him. 

You pull away, squeezing your eyes shut, “agh! Brain freeze!” 

He snorts, bringing you forward for a sloppy kiss on your forehead, his cold lips against your warm skin. “Maybe you shouldn’t drink so quickly, ya dummy.” 

Kie finally joins the rest of you a while later, bringing trays of fresh food and more drinks before sitting beside John B. Her long brown hair is up in a bun, loose strands frame her face, “Just letting you all know, I expect a mighty fine tip today and everyone is helping me clean up after closing.”  

“Might as well take my kidney while you’re at it.” JJ speaks through a mouthful of fries, “we’re supposed to relax today.”

“And I don’t feel like getting elbow-deep in dirty dishes if I’m not being paid for it,” John B adds. 

“These free meals say different. C’mon, my dad promised he’d try not to disturb me this week if we get this place spotless for spring break.” She looks at you, brown eyes pleading, “I’ll get you a smoothie to go.”

“I mean… it’s a small price to pay for a week of freedom, right?”

“Not guaranteed freedom.”

JJ leans towards you, “don’t say yes.” 

“There’s six of us, we could get it done in one hour or even less if we work fast!” 

“I guess that’s true.” You agree, despite JJ’s protests. 

“Sunshine, no—if you stay, I’m gonna have to stay too.” 

Kie calls your name, reaching over to physically turn you towards her. “Don’t look at him. If you stay, he’ll stay, same goes for Sarah and John B, and well… Pope will stay regardless because he doesn’t have a choice.” 

Pope pulls a face, “excuse me?”

Truthfully, you were going to stay anyway, but it does make you a little bashful knowing that JJ wouldn’t leave without you. 

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

“Same here.” Sarah decides, earning a huff from her boyfriend, “And just for your attitudes, the guys have to clean the deep fryers.”

“Including Pope.” 

“I didn’t even say anything!” 

After thoroughly cleaning The Wreck, the night concludes with a movie marathon at the Chateau. Pope keeps his streak of picking the best movies and chooses a trilogy you haven’t seen before. Bowls of snacks and beer cans litter the floor, and a half-finished pizza sits on the coffee table. Sarah and John B share one couch, and Kie and Pope are sprawled on the floor atop cushions and blankets, while you and JJ are tucked into the smallest couch, your legs over his lap. 

As the opening credits roll on the screen, everyone takes the opportunity to do more catching up. Kie talks about cleaning up some beaches with other volunteers and her most recent trip off the island, a small project with a group of marine wildlife rescuers. She even shows a bunch of pictures of her with baby turtles. 

John B and JJ talk about their co-owned surf shop, “We caved and hired extra help.”

“Finally!” Kie exclaims, “If you and JJ were running that shop alone any longer, it would go bankrupt, you’re both so fucking lazy.”

“Hey, I’m a great employee. I just got employee of the month actually.” JJ defends. 

“You shouldn’t be proud of that if it’s only you two. You literally just vote for each other every month,” Sarah states knowingly. 

You, Sarah and Pope don’t have much to say about your college careers, except for the lack of sleep and dependence on caffeine. It’s not very exciting, but Pope’s story about his professor who only attends class in socks makes you a little thankful for your overly strict school. 

The marathon goes on, and the conversation dies down by the end of the second movie. Someone’s soft snoring flows over the steamy soundtrack and for the umpteenth time tonight, you look away as the two leads share a passionate kiss. At least it wasn’t another sex scene. 

As your best friend, JJ could read you like a book. He knew you from the inside out, he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it, and he knew all of those humiliating secrets that kept you up at night. One of them being your lack of experience. When you confessed that, he told you it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, everyone moves at different paces and lives different lives—but kissing?

“You’ve never been kissed?” 

You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!” 

“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says differently. He easily pulls your hands down, holding them in his lap, “it’s just not what I was expecting.” 

He generally knew you weren’t the most experienced in intimacy and relationships, and that’s partly why he was so protective of you. Even at crowded parties and in his drunken state, he’d keep an eye on you, watching out for any creeps. Unbeknownst to you, it was an unspoken rule between the Pogues to treat you a little softer, a little sweeter because they all know how sensitive you were. 

But he figured you’ve kissed someone before. Maybe some lucky kid from Figure 8 or a dude from your private school. 

“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”

And to your chagrin, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”

Cute? 

“It’s adorable.” He cups your face, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”

Your chest warms as he pinches and pulls both of your cheeks, puckering your lips when you try to speak, “...posh-ers don’t ha’ tongues.” 

“Oh, so you wanna French kiss for your first time? Didn’t think you were that type of girl, sunshine.”

You push him back and try to scoot away, making do with whatever sliver of space you can manage between the two of you, but he doesn’t let you get far. Keeping you in place with his hands on your hips. 

“You’re telling me, aside from no one taking you on a date before, no one has asked to kiss you either?”

“JJ, you know my parents. My mom is so hard to please, I can’t imagine bringing someone home for her approval. And I had opportunities but… I kept getting too nervous.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, his gaze tracing over your face. You hadn’t realized how close he was until now, you could count his every eyelash and his every freckle. 

“I could help you out.” 

A lump appears in your throat, it would silence your words if you could think of any but you can’t. Too caught up in his deep voice as it repeats in your head, again and again like a broken record.

“You trust me, right? You know me, I’m not—I’m not some guy you just met. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. If you wanted to, uh, kiss someone you just met, go ahead.” He reassures, “but I don’t think you want to do that.” 

JJ was so awfully sentimental when it came to his friendships. His several shoe boxes of polaroids, tickets and trinkets under his bed said enough about his love for nostalgia. He was always one to take a chance, to live in a moment for as long as he could, and to find the positives in any situation, even the worst ones. 

Years down the line, he never leaves the house without the silver zippo that you got him on a trip with your parents. It was easy to find something for each of your friends from your weeks-long stay in Europe: jewelry for Sarah and Kie, a first edition copy of a novel for Pope, and a vintage compass for John B, but you were stumped when it came to JJ. 

You saved his gift for last, long after everyone else had fallen asleep, the mess of your celebratory return littering the backyard in empty beer bottles and confetti. He bugged you all night, eager for his special little something.  

“Don’t open your eyes.” 

“...Mhm, I’m having trouble keeping ‘em open.”

You placed the zippo in his hand and stepped back, “Okay, just feel it.”

He passed it between his hands, dragging his fingers over the cold metal until he popped it open, “a lighter?”

You nearly turned away when your nerves started bubbling and you’re thankful you didn’t, or else you would’ve missed his reaction. To this day, you’ve never seen him smile so wide or his eyes light up that bright at the sight of his initials and P4L ingrained in the silver. 

He’s just JJ, one of your best friends in the entire world. 

Deciding to take this opportunity before it slips away, you nod and his lips meet yours. He starts with little pecks, soft and sweet like cotton candy, and they slowly drag into short kisses. Putting a bit of intensity behind it, his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, but you don’t get the hint until he gently thumbs at your chin, just barely pulling your lips apart. He tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look. 

He’s slow and steady, letting you get used to the feel of him. You exhale in his mouth and shyly follow his lead, hoping he can’t hear your heart hammering in your chest. You don’t know if it’s the sweet rush of his lips against yours, or if this is how it feels to kiss someone for the first time, but you feel like you’ll float away. 

Before you know it, he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours. 

“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.” 

You realize how lightheaded you feel and gasp for air, subconsciously licking your lips to taste him again. In a daze, you breathe in and out, briefly wondering if it felt like this to kiss just anyone. 

One of his hands slips behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?” 

You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.” 

How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over and be the first person to make you into a pretty mess, to feel you in a way no one else has before. He connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

The unmistakable wet noises cause tingles to course all over your body, from your toes to the tips of your fingers clasped in your lap. They only get stronger when he tilts your head to kiss you deeper.

“You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck. Your digits automatically curl in his blond hair, drawing a low groan from his throat. 

That’s when you go completely dumb and totally thoughtless. All concerns fly out of your mind and join the bluebirds above your head. They’re playing a little song to the beat of your heart, hitting every note and putting you at ease like a lovesick lullaby. You almost assume that’s why you feel lightheaded again.

JJ leans back, his voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.” 

“I’m sorry,” you exhale heavily, the butterflies in your tummy going wild as he caresses your face. “I’m not good at this yet.”

His rough fingers drag down your cheekbones and trace your jaw, the pad of his thumb gently presses on your bottom lip, almost slipping inside your mouth. His eyes seem darker, the clear blue shaded in something you can’t name. 

His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice. I’m gonna teach you everything I know, sunshine.” 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ahhh I've always wanted to write a sweet fic like this, i'm so excited to dive into a new fandom 🥰🥰 i'm still a lil nervous, but i'm hoping for the best !! feel free to stop by my inbox and let me know what you think of this so far, or request blurbs/drabbles for this au !!

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As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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[collecting-stories]

Hey, idk if you're still writing for JJ, but I thought maybe seeing The Joker and The Queen by Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift would be really cool for him!! ❤️

The Joker and the Queen - JJ Maybank

Summary: Reader and JJ spend the afternoon together.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out...also this is pretty short, I kind of just wanted to capture like, the chill acoustic vibe of the song with JJ and the reader just like spending time together.

TS Anthology Series

✰ you see the best in me, the joker and the queen ✰

The sun coming in through the open window felt warm against JJ's face and sunburned shoulders. He'd been out longer than he planned to be the day before, surfing with Kie and Pope and not bothering with sunscreen despite the many reminders Kie provided. In a couple more days, when the coconut oil and apple cider vinegar had healed the angry red skin on his shoulders and back he'd have a few more freckles to mark his body. There was a spattering on them on the left shoulder, peeking over his collar, somewhat obscured by the sunburn but you were meticulous in your detailing. 

When you looked up from the canvas you were working on you realized JJ had closed his eyes, chin resting against his hand and his face turned just enough that the sun was shining on it. His hair looked blonder than it had been two months ago but then you'd been FaceTiming him and looking through a phone screen would never do JJ the same justice as sitting across from him. 

"JJ," you called his name gently, watching him nod in confused half-wakefulness before sitting up a little more and opening his eyes, "we can stop." You offered.

The request to paint him for a synchronous art class that you were taking over the summer wasn't all that unusual. Half your portfolio was portraits of your boyfriend. Sleeping, surfing, partying, you'd even drawn him eating cereal once when you were trying to practice sketching in motion. You had already sketched out the painting on your canvas, posing wasn't necessary (or possible because you knew JJ to have little patience for sitting still) but you'd asked him to sit just long enough that you could work on coloring. You wanted to get everything just right. You had hundreds of sketches of JJ (or at least that's what it felt like) but you couldn't seem to get any of them perfect. There was always something missing.

"I'm good," he promised, tired eyes blinking slowly as he spoke. The sun felt so warm, he knew he was dozing off but he was trying desperately not to. He wanted to sit still and do this for you. Every time you asked to sketch him, he barely lasted ten minutes before he was fidgeting. And he knew it was irritating because everyone always said so (not you, but Kie and Pope and Sarah and John B and Cleo...everyone). You were so talented and sometimes when he saw your art he couldn't believe that you were wasting your time on someone like him. It was a self-deprecating thought but he had plenty of them all the time. 

"We can take a break?" You offered, dipping your brush into the pinkish beige that you'd mixed for his sunburn shoulders. 

"No it's okay," he yawned around the word okay, meeting your eyes when he heard you laugh in response, "I'm just kinda tired."

"We can do something else?" 

He shook his head and then brushed his hair out of his face, "isn't this due thursday night?" He knew it was, or at least part of it. He'd been in the room on Monday night during your last zoom class and had listened to the professor give out the homework for Tuesday through Thursday. You'd been laying on the couch with him, camera off and mic muted, and he'd been tired and close to sleep then but he was sure he'd heard your professor say that part of this was due Thursday. 

"I've got another day," you promised, leaving your painting to come over to JJ. The sun felt warm on your back and shoulders as you stood in front of JJ's chair, leaning down and taking his face in your hands, "we can just chill, if you want?" 

He looked ready to protest but thought better of it, "can we go to the beach?" He asked, tilting his head up to look at you, eyes half-closed. 

"You think you can stay awake that long?" You laughed, kissing him before pulling away. 

"Totally," he promised, though you knew it was doubtful that he would even last through you insisting on putting sunscreen on him. 

[loversssrock24]

Million Dollar Man- Rafe Cameron 💰

hey everyone!!!! so me and my girl @westcoastbittie have been writing a Rafe Cameron fanfic for the past year and we wanna share it with you guys!!

There is a link to my wattpad where the story is published!

We’re going to add characters and maybe little teasers from the chapters on here!

If you guys wanna check it out it would mean the world to us

feel free to give us feedback and your opinions on here as we love to hear your thoughts 🩷

Much love xx

@westcoastbittie @loversssrock24

[seriesxwriting]

I’ve got you always

W JJ maybank

Summary- Rafe Cameron shoots you. You fall. JJ watches in horror but can’t do anything. And you have a nasty injury. Your worried JJ will lose interest in you after everything but he sticks with you helping you through everything until your better.

Warnings- kissing, use of a gun, blood, your character getting shot. A lot of swearing. Mentions of death, fighting. Serious injuries.

Series- outer banks.

Request are open🫶

“JJ! I was so worried” I grabbed his pink cheeks softly, while guiding his face towards mine feeling my heart race with excitement, nerves and relief all at the same time. JJ tucked my hair behind my ears not breaking our kiss. I missed his sent and touch over the few hours he was gone, I’m not even sure what he went to do but id woken up alone and my heart leaped out my chest, panic spread throughout my whole body.

“Missed you beautiful” he wrapped me up in his strong arms and I blinked against his chest not wanting to pry but also wanting answers. “JJ- what were you…” his body jolted and his head snapped looking around in the dark woods for nothing in particular “shh- do you hear that?” He asked me snatching up my hand with a hint of aggression still looking in to the distance. His protective side lit up. I listened out and thought I heard a bike or a car maybe. “JJ? Who’s here” I whispered unsteadily.

He didn’t answer but dragged me towards the base of the tree. “Ki!” JJ hissed nodding his head at the tree as a signal, the rest of the pouges all followed. JJ climbed the tree with ease, Me … not so much. He held his hand out to me helping to pull me up. “What’s going on” I whispered while climbing higher and higher. “Someone’s here… I think it’s foe” he told me sitting on one of the top branches. I noticed the others were sitting at the top of the tree on the other side.

I wasn’t like them. Even though I came from the pogue background I didn’t have what they all had in them. I didn’t have fight. My boyfriend yanked me up just in time. We heard footsteps now treading through the trees. “I need you to be quite okay hun- I’ve got you, always” JJ wrapped an arm around my waist securing me in the tree and in his arms. I nodded and tucked my head under his chin. My eyes scanned the trees. The fear of the unknown took over.

In that moment Barry and Rafe stepped into our area. My heart dropped when I saw the guns in there hands. I looked over at Sarah who looked just about as frightened as I was. “Go check the house” Rafe nodded to Barry ordering him about. It didn’t them them long to realise that they couldn’t find us. “THEY! We’re just here!” Rafe screamed kicking one of the chairs. “Great observation Boy Scout” Barry rolled his eyes but as he did he caught onto something.

Barry began to start laughing and Rafe didn’t like it. “What the fuck is so funny” he snapped getting agitated. Barry outstretched his arm pointing to the tree. “Your sister and your ex girl are pouges for life” Rafe turned his head to look at the tree. His brows knitted together. “Why the fuck is y/n’s name on there?” “She’s dating that blonde one now, you really haven’t heard?” Barry chuckled realising how much it still disturbed rafe.

“Well shit” rafe nodded at no one in particular. He pointed gun at tree and let out a yell while shooting or carvings. “RAFE STOP IT! Your gonna get us busted!” Barry raced towards him pointing the gun upwards. The bullets flew past the pouges.

Suddenly everything stopped.

My vision started to become all blurry and i couldn’t hear anything. My grip became loose and JJ was busy staring at rafe, he didn’t realise I was slipping. I tried grabbing a branch but I missed. I watched his face drop in horror as I fell.

I hit the floor hard and it caught Rafe and Barry’s attention. “Y/n” Rafe said under his breath, his eyes widened before he ran over his hand landed on my stomach and he noticed I was bleeding. “Shit! SHIT” rafe shouted not even caring about the fact I’d appeared out of nowhere. Barry who had a little more common sense at the time looked up seeing all the pouges in the tree.

They were all scrambling down now especially JJ. “Y/n!” Ki screamed jumping onto the floor. She was first over “Rafe! Fucking shoot them” “shut up!” He told Barry with tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry y/n” he whispered watching blood spill out of my mouth. “Get the fuck away from her” JJ came over and pushed Rafe off me. I could hardly see what was going on but I felt ki grab my hand and tell me it was going to be okay.

“If you wasn’t hiding her up there and involving her in your dirty life style this never would have happened” Rafe yelled pushing JJ back. “You you weren’t so fucked up in the head this never would have happened” JJ squared up to him again. “STOP IT” Sarah winced running in between them. “Y/n needs an ambulance! She doesn’t need you both fighting over her right now” she begged with her eyes.

“Rafe you need to leave” Sarah told him as a tear fell out of her eye. “I’m not going anywhere! Until she is safe” he told her firmly. “Then do something useful and call an ambulance” JJ slimed his eyes. “Rafe! We have to go who do you think will come with an ambulance?” Barry told him. “The pigs!” “Fuck- FUCK” Rafe shouted punching his fist at the tree. Sarah jumped out of her skin.

Rafe pulled out his phone and called the ambulance. His voice was shaky and he didn’t take his eyes off me the whole time. When he ended the call rafe walked over to the group. He was clenching his jaw. “I didn’t want this” he shook his head. “Too late” ki bitterly scowling at him. “You- you need to tell me if- when- she gets better, I need to know she’s going to be alright” Rafe told them as a tear fell out of his eye.

“RAFE! Let’s go” Barry shouted getting annoyed. “Promise me!” Rafe shouted at the group. “We will tell you if she makes it” Sarah said smally. “And I’ll make sure she remembers who did it” JJ slimmed his eyes on Rafe. “This isn’t over” Rafe muttered before backing away slowly watching my chest move up and down… hardly. “I should fucking kill him” JJ clenched his fists by his waist. “JJ” John B warned him.

The next day-

My eyes began opening. The environment was unfamiliar. My eye lids were extremely heavy and hard to keep open. “Shit y/n!- go get JJ” I heard being whispered around me. “Wh-where am I?” I stuttered looking around the white room as my vision slowly came back. Trying to sit up was my first mistake. “Shit” I groaned laying back down. “Your- at the hospital y/n” Sarah told me softly. All the pouges apart from John B and JJ were in the room.

“What…” I asked scrunching my face up. “Rafe” I whispered remembering flashes of what happened. “You had a pretty nasty fall after he- shot you” pope explained to me clearly. “Twice” ki frowned shaking her head. I looked down seeing a patch attached to my shoulder and another stuck to my stomach. JJ came sprinting into the room witch John B not far behind. “Y/n” JJ whispered coming to my side.

“Your okay” I smiled reaching for his hand. “Yeah- yeah of course I’m okay it’s you were worried about” he looked at me like I was glass. I tried moving my legs so i could sit up easier but nothing budged. I tried again failing before the idea of my legs not working came into my head. “What the fuck is happening to me” i winced pocking at my legs. “JJ what is happening to me” I raised my voice slightly with tears flooding in my eyes.

“Leave us” he ordered his friends shooing them out of the room with the flap of his hand. “I can’t move- why can’t I move” I panicked grabbing at his hand as the pouges left the room, closing the door. “Listen to me hun, your going to be okay” he brushed my hair out my face and dried a tear that had fell out my eye. “The doctor said when you fell your spine cracked- when it heals they will teach you how to walk again you will be good as new”

My breathing became rapid as the panic spread over me. “Y/n listen to me- I’ve got you! Always okay, I’m going to get you through this you will be okay” he clutched my hand looking into my eyes. “Promise me you won’t leave me like this” I asked him softly. “Y/n Im not going anywhere, I’m in love with you” “you- what?” I looked up at him with wide eyes. “You heard me love” he smiled shyly. I noticed red filling his cheeks which made me smile too.

“I love you too JJ” I kissed his hand holding it close to my chest. “Your going to be just fine” he told me nodding his head up and down. “I trust you- what are we going to do about Rafe?” “I don’t know… I really don’t know” JJ sighed half deflated and he dragged a chair over to me. “What did he- say?” I asked him with no eye contact. “What when you fell?” “Mmh” I nodded subtlety.

“He didn’t mean to shoot you- that he didn’t want this to happen” JJ rolled his eyes. “Clearly still is in love with you” “is that jealousy I see maybank?” I giggled looking up at him. “Maybe” he shrugged not looking at me. “Well, who cares? You know where I stand” I told him turning his head to look at me. “Yeah” JJ nodding with a little twinkle leaning down to my lips after a few seconds. I know he was hesitant because I was ‘frail’.

But I’d miss this. He was exactly what I needed to help me heal. My hand found his hair to secure his head while we kissed. JJ pulled back smiling at me. Resting his chin on my arm as I held his face. “We’re in this together yeah, you and me” he whispered gently. “Always”.