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grapejuicestyless · 7 months ago

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What If I Don’t Know?

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: In an alternate universe where the pogues gave up the hunt after their win with El Dorado, Y/n breaks free of the island dream and runs off the college. Only to find that maybe, being away isn’t what she wanted after all.

My boots danced across the thick yellow lines on the deep black pavement. The traffic lights were flickering yellow, reflecting off of the void and rippling across the building puddles by the clogged sewer drains. An intersection at midnight, no dead stop and no definite go. Just the trust that the other cars wouldn’t blow past the warning signs. The trust that metal was made to bend, to rupture to save a life.

I didn’t have a car, I couldn’t afford one, and I never needed one. Everything I ever wanted was always just a few steps away. Laughter used to echo through the halls and cold rings hit the doors repeatedly. You grow used to people that way. Used to the sound of their footsteps, of their breath. You know who’s on the other side of the door always when you memorize the pattern of their movement.

JJ promised me once that we’d make one. We would run our way down to the junkyard and pick out old parts of cars and Frankenstein them together into a piece of shit that would run like a dream.

That was something I missed. The smell of gasoline. Maybe that’s why I stumbled down through the college town, balancing between the thin stripe of black between yellow and twirling in the center where road met road. Maybe I was looking for that bitter smell to remind me of home. The image of JJ bent under the hood of a truck. The same Ford that sat broken in the front yard for years, the sound of metal twisting and the breathy grunts with each violent twist of the wrench. It would run like new one day, he swore. I never doubted him, and I still don’t. One day, we’ll run down to that junkyard, a graveyard for cars, and we’ll find that missing piece.

Rain dripped from the bridge of my nose, falling on my soaked shoes and flattening out my fuzzy socks. Everything up North was colder. Maybe it was because of how bitter people were. The semi-warm summers and the sweltering months of autumn, only for the two week beach bliss to be swiftly replaced with a harsh winter that didn’t let up until the next summer. Cold nipped at my nose. I felt bitter the longer I was here, which was weird because when I was sixteen, I could have sworn this place was home.

Then again, I had never really been anywhere long enough to know what home really was. Everywhere I went became rushed by the sweet adventure that was chasing riches. Maybe it was the idea of settling down that intrigued me. To be sat in one place for a while and to slow down, to increase my chances of living through my twenties without some pirate knocking on my front door, a gun to my head. But this wasn’t home, this wasn’t settling. This was restlessness mixed with a deep urge to find something like home. An emptiness emotionally that I just couldn’t understand.

Like a dog chasing its own tail, I felt stupid, and I myst have looked drunk dancing among the silence of my college town. I should have been happy, this should have been home. I got out, I got what Kiara always dreamed of, I sought out a higher education, a dream that Pope had thrown away. My record was clean and my future had meaning. I should have been ecstatic to receive this opportunity, after all the grief and death and scandals of my childhood, a stage in my life that was stripped away by all the realities that unraveled with each new treasure found. But, I wasn’t. Even then, sick, dirty, and cold, I wasn’t happier than then now.

I don’t recognize myself in the mirror. In the dormitories, in the bathrooms, in the halls. It’s me, or, a version of that girl. She has my hair, and we share the same eyes, same curve of our lips too. But she’s hollowed out, gutted, and so indescribably not me. Different, not greater, but worse. I think of packing my bags quite often. Going quietly and without a fuss. To swallow my pride and withdraw my debt I would surely acquire if I stay any longer here at some institution I knew I couldn’t afford the moment I sent in my letter.

My roommate would be disappointed, but she’d move on. She doesn’t know me, she understands the concept of me, but she doesn’t know me. She’s nice enough, keeps her room clean, which inspires me to do the same. She brushes her hair regularly, almost obsessively, and is really pretty. We get along fine. We are friends, to a degree, but we are sure to find other roommates and never speak again. Still, I wonder if she would be mad if I left without telling her.

JJ was mad when I told him. He didn’t like the idea of abandonment. Though, I promised I would return in just a few months, and then a week after, and a few months later. It would feel like I am forever home, only with short intermissions where he gets to enjoy all the things that the island could offer with the others to hang off of his arm. He didn’t even indulge in that idea. He thought even an hour apart was too much.

I promised him it wasn’t abandonment, and swore to call him every night. I do. Sometimes I call him in the morning, and I almost always call him in the afternoon. I like to hear his voice. It sounds like home, it makes me feel warm. I forget about the redness of my nose and the tingling numbness in my fingers. He sounds like the waves crashing against the shore and the sound of wet spaghetti hitting the walls during dinners at midnight. He is laughter and the summer sun, the swells that ripple in mid July and the best seashells on the beach.

My knees bend beneath me, kneeling against the wet cement beneath me. I feel the wetness soaking through my jeans. It’s cold. Like it could be snow if it were a degree cooler. I kneel in the middle of the intersection, and I look up at the sky. It’s dark. I check my watch, it’s nearly morning again. The yellow light flickers against my skin, illuminating my face and leaving me in pitch black again. Everyone is sleeping in my college town. All is quiet.

My neck stretches out, upwards and I open my mouth. My tongue touches my chin, and I can taste the dirt in the droplets that swallow down my throat. My eyes are closed, because I have nothing to fear but loneliness itself, and whether my eyes are opened or closed, the feeling will still be there, and the fact will be too. I am alone, in this journey. I have nothing friends to lean on and no campfire to light. Nobody here knows about the existence of Kildare, of the marsh, and the restaurants that line the cut. They wouldn’t care, they don’t care about an environment they are not accustomed to. They only have so much space to consume what they need to know. To drink up their studies, they have no space for empty thoughts of a life they never lived.

I have my old phone in my pocket. The keypad is burned into the screen because it’s all I use it for now. My life revolves around nothing but the stress of failure and the relief of my best friend’s voice at the end of the day to ease my stress. The truth is, I understand the void in my passion now better than I did when it first appeared, the black hole that seemed to swallow up all my excitement for the new beginnings. I understand the bitter feelings I have for my new house, because I refuse to call this place home. Home is not a place you reside, though, familiarity breeds contempt, home is a connection to the people who reside in respect of you, who stand by you. So though the people I surround myself with here are perfectly friendly, they are not my friends, and they will never come close to the feeling of home I feel with them.

“Hello?” His voice is thick with sleep. He has that rasp men get early in the morning, a rich deepness I rarely hear anymore, but something I once bathed in with his arms wrapped around me through the night.

Theres a soft rhythmic ticking that comes with the flickers of light, and the soft patters of rain drenching the pavement create solemn acoustics around me.

“Hey, JJ.” It comes out in one breath. A sigh of relief that he even heard the buzzing of his phone in his usual dead-to-the-world like sleep cycle. My fingers slip on my phone case and I have to catch it, the rustling on my end of the line echoing back through the speaks to me. I can hear the playback of my breathing through a short delay that spans over a vast distance.

“Is everything alright? It’s…three in the morning. I don’t know a lot about time zones but, I think we’re both on the east coast.”

“No, it’s the same time zone, Jay.” My cheeks already hurt with how big my smile was. He just had that effect on me. His goofy, unknowing attitude always managed to make me laugh, especially because deep down I knew he was a lot smarter than he led on to be. When he let that mask slip to reveal his true self, it was always a wonder the ideas that spewed from his lips. He had one of the greatest minds I’d ever known, only to be undermined by the tragedy of his last name.

“Is it a crime to miss my best friend?” My eyes found a home on my wet knees, and my free hand began to play around in the water. Dragging my nail through the small puddle forming around my body.

“At this time? Yes.” He chuckled softly. “Somethings up, what are you speculating? Whats the word? Observations? Because I can’t help you with that.” He made himself clear, smiling through his sentences.

“What? No! Why would I call you of all people if I was Ob-ovulating?” I corrected myself with a laugh.

“Don’t knock it until you try it. I happen to be irresistible.” JJ defended himself with a teasing tone. Our conversation was light like it always was, even though my homesickness ran deep, and the sadness I felt was heavy, he made it feel like even the rain pouring down around the city I lived in was letting up.

“Lord knows John B’s walls are too thin for me to not have some kind of clue.” I snickered, pushing back the wet strands of hair that had fallen down upon my face.

Rain clung to me in every crevice, drenching me completely until I felt nothing but cold wash over me. It was a shower I didn’t need, one that did not cleanse me but instead poisoned me with the reminder that this was reality, I was miles away from the voice that was soothing my hearts ache momentarily. I would mull over it later.

“Nah, you got off on that shit.”

“Don’t be a pig, I’ll hang up.” I threatened half-heartedly. We both knew I never would. I could never cut the calls first, so the responsibility fell to JJ, who suffered the same inability to let go. Our calls usually stretched for hours, and the voicemails left in my inbox from the few times I would pass out with my cheek pressed firmly against some dusty book in the library took up all remaining storage in my phone. Right along side the folders of photos of us that collected by the thousands.

“So why’d you call?” He asked finally. I had no real answer. I used up all my excuses. Could he check for a sweater I left behind, the very same one I had on, or if he could just catch me up on what the others were up to. As if I didn’t call to hear all their stories daily, hourly if possible. What was I to tell him? What excuse could serve as something plausible without bearing a burden on his wide shoulders.

“You’re my best friend. I love you, I don’t need a reason.”

“You always have a reason.” He argued softly.

“Well, tonight I don’t.” I hummed. He hummed too, and silence filled the line.

The homely yellow flicked was accompanied by the blinding lights that came in pairs, growing brighter and wider with each passing second. Like a deer, I stood quickly, tall in my path but frozen in fear. I couldn’t meet the eyes of the man behind the wheel, recklessly racing across the intersection with no caution. Yellow meant slow, yet in the night, it only called for feet hitting the floor.

Puddles splashed violently, wheels screeching against the wet cement, leaving trails of where wet met soaked. I could see the distance between the wheels, I could lay my chest against the ground and measure it with my wingspan. The car swerved, laying down on the horn until the sound sputtered away into the distance, and nothing but the soft ticking of the lights and the sound of rain smacking the pavement filled the silence of the line again.

“Are you outside?” JJ asked finally. The sound of sheets crinkling and shuffling of legs against the mattress told me the loud alarm had stirred him from his relaxed state. I nodded at first, forgetting he couldn’t see me, and then I cleared my throat.

“I’m standing in an intersection.” I confessed quietly.

“Why?”

To clear my mind, to escape everything that was bothering me. To find peace with the silence, to try and find comfort in a home that wasn’t mine. There were a lot of minor reasons. The smell of gasoline was high on the list. I rationalized a lot of reasons in my head. Maybe I was looking for that bitter smell to remind me of home. Still, my gut wouldn’t settle.

I had left home to find something good for myself, to do myself the favor I always promised myself I would if I ever had the chance. But now, now that my feet had carried me to a place that was usually bustling with life, life that felt dull compared to even the most calm days on the island, I felt like I could never go back. A chance, a life, a future that I craved, I was throwing away because my feet refused to lift from the ground until I was sure I would only take my next steps home.

“I miss you.”

My answer was clear. It was true. I missed the waves, I missed the concrete roads freshly paved down in figure eight and how they met the old dirt roads of the cut. I missed John B’s chicken coop, though the chickens were long gone. I missed the dying tree carved with his name, and the rusted latch on the chateau’s porch door that left a yellow stain in the crinkles of my palm. But more than anything, I missed being no more than a breath away from JJ Maybank.

“Come pick me up?” I asked with uncertainty. Not because I even doubted for a moment that JJ wouldn’t come running to me if I even for a moment doubted where I stood, but because the morning was still young and tropical paradise was far away from the whistling winds of the North. Ferries only ran during certain hours, and money was hard to come by, even when we scrape together our pennies. Thats what happens when you drink up your success, you’re left with the repercussions. So, even if he did catch the boat, where would he get a ride from? How much more would it cost to bring the Twinkie alongside hime and ride it all the way to the hills where the colleges welcome signs were illuminated by colored lights, shining in school colors and pride.

He let out a stifled breath. He was choking on emotion I couldn’t read over the phone.

“I’ll be there, yeah.” He promised.

“Okay…I’ll go pack.” I said, suddenly and awkwardly. Yes, I dreamed of this day, kissing everything goodbye and running back to my roots, but now it was real. I could hear JJ slipping on his boots already. Why waste this chance?

“Pack?” He questioned.

“I’m leaving for good, Jay. I know I tell you that this is great and all, but I hate it here. This isn’t…this isn’t what I thought it would be. It’s not what I want.”

“So, you’re coming home?” He asks even though my answer has always been obvious.

“Yes.”

The line falls quiet again. I can hear the shuffling of his feet quickening against the rotting wood floors of the old Maybank property. A broken home flipped into something good. We share a bed there, I imagine he’s already grieving the loss of his starfish sleep position now that he’ll be bound to the same mattress as me again.

“I’ll be there soon.” The line falls dead.

Water splashes around me. If I wasn’t already soaked, I would be now. I can see why John B loved having a car so much now. The cold was fine at first when it was numbing, but now that I had feeling back in my chest, it was too much for me. My feet hit the pavement in harsh slapping movements, I pump my arms for some kind of friction against the wind. My lungs burn, they taste metallic. I want to wheeze and stop running, but I don’t think I could if I tried. I should feel embarrassed how quickly I up and left the place I was once stuck in, how I turned on my heels to run far away. But I’m not. I feel nothing, actually. Nothing but cold, determination, excitement. I have the energy of a child. I am an olympic runner, I have the right motivation. Get the fuck out of here, run myself right into JJ’s arms. I pray I don’t wake my roommate up when I reach my room.

The room is empty when I get there. I open the door so slowly, not even the rusted hinges make a sound. The carpet groans under my weight, even on my highest tip-toes. But the beds are empty and neatly made like they were left this morning. Rains pelts the windows. Theres a fan running. It’s my fan. I can’t sleep in the heat, not even in the winter. My bedding consists of borrowed blankets that I buried myself in, subconsciously trying to suffocate away the homesick feelings.

I barely had any clothes to pack, anything to throw into my duffle bag and my old backpack that was once Kiara’s. I never really got around to unpacking anyway, because there was so little to fill the bags I brought. Looking back on every decision I made before even stepping foot on campus, I should have known I would never stay. This was merely a vacation from hell. I don’t get the privilege to relax, I am worked and forced to prove myself over and over again among my peers who will never know me. I can’t wait to go somewhere where I am known again.

Somewhere along the way, I begin to collect up the posters on my walls. I rip them down hazardously, crumpling them and leaving them in the empty trashcan. It’s empty because there’s nothing I’ve touched in this room. Not the books, or the pens. I have a singular pencil up on my desk that’s much shorter than it once was, only half of its once lengthy size, and a nearly full set of flashcards. I don’t need the memory of this place to follow me. I consider it a favor to my roommate. To gift her with all the supplies she will ever need. She is nice enough, and a lot smarter than me. She’s sitting here on a full ride, though, the collar of her shirt says she could afford it without a penny. I convince myself she deserves it even though I do not know her.

I check my phone repeatedly, and I sit on the bench under the old overhang by my dorms. I stay out of the rain, I stay near the warmth and huddle up. I feel anxious waiting for him. It’s only been a few hours. I swept over the room for the few things I did want to keep. Like one of JJ’s bracelets, though it never even left my wrist. Or the soap I used in the shower. It was brand new, I had just bought a new one. I wait for his call. I wait for the familiar honking of the rusted horn. I wait, and wait as the sun rises. Time ticks by. I am impatient, I wasn’t bred this way, but good things have made me this way. I cannot wait.

“Popes probably gonna kill me.” I mumbled softly.

The car was warm, but my hands still lingered with the outsides touch. I sat on that bench for hours waiting for him. I saw people rise from their beds and lean out the window, taking in the smell of the dewey morning. A few gave me puzzled glances. A drenched girl, dripping down on the bench, wetting everything she touched.

But then, he came. I could see the rusted van before he even put it in park. Just between the brick lined buildings and the paths decorated in dying shrubbery. There was a small gap between the campus lawn and the visitors parking lot. A small slice of the outside world creeping into the sheltered space that was college.

I ran. I ran faster than I ever had in my life. Faster than when I used to race for desert back when Big John used to ruffle my hair and let me sleep over if I wanted, faster than when Ward held a gun to my head and made me pray for some kind of miracle. I ran until my feet couldn’t keep up, and I fell into JJ with a gasp.

He held me back, lifting my feet from the ground they stood on. I swore I heard him mumble something sappy under his breath, but he quickly shrugged it away when he saw the look in my eyes. I never felt love until I felt the desperation in the way he wrapped his arms around me. The way he squeezed the air from my lungs and only let me breathe when he was sure that the feeling between his elbows and his chest was really real, until he knew that this was for good.

He had slung my bags into the back seat and laughed as he told me to get in the Twinkie. When he started driving, he played the old CD we burned together in middle school filled with soft rock and Bob Marley. Occasionally, a song I had written into the playlist without him knowing would play. He always acted angry that I’d done that, but his fingers tapped the wheel and he couldn’t help but hum along. He would never admit to liking trashy pop songs, but the pink on his cheeks gave him away.

When the CD was spun to an end, we debated playing it again. We fell into silence, into the comfort of company. We both took the time to process the fact that this was real now, this was the decision I had decided to make. The thoughts that ran through my mind, what if I took off? What if I packed my bags, what if we moved back home? Let’s adventure down the coast, let’s live our youthful dreams that are unrealistic. Let’s make a home. They were real now, in this car, in him. We sat comfortably knowing that there was no limit on our company now, no restrictions on how much time there was left to borrow.

My socks tapped against the dashboard, my toes tracing the outline of the stickers scattered along the interior. Wet residue was left over, soggy folds gathered at my ankles. My body folded into itself slightly. I let the warn air from the dusty vents dance across my skin. Goosebumps faded like the sinking feeling in my gut. The smell of gasoline filled my nose once more, the smell of his deodorant reminded me that he was close.

“No doubt about it. Don’t know how you’re gonna talk your way out of this one.” JJ sighed contently.

“Well, you’re pretty good at sweet talking.” I buttered him up. Compliments were his weakness, I knew it all too well.

“I love you, but no.” JJ laughed.

“What! Oh, come on, please!”

My hands wrapped around his right bicep. My chin sat perched on his shoulder, batting my eyelashes at him and tickling the peach fuzz on his jaw that he had missed while shaving. I wanted to rub my palm over it, tease him for it with a smile. He had a toothy grin that I could see reflecting back in the rearview mirror.

“I get shit done, but I’m not a miracle worker, ‘kay?” He lifted his arm out of my grasp reluctantly, waving his finger to make his point.

“I thought Papa J was a miracle worker?” I teased with a raised brow. My arms crossed over my chest with a huff. My back fell gently against door. I turned to face him, a pout on my face and lines between my furrowed brows.

JJ let out a breathy laugh, his resolve quickly breaking at my endless begging. He had soft spots and I knew just where to aim.

“No, no! Don’t use my ego against me!” He laughed. I held my stomach this time, trying to keep my ribs together while I struggled to contain the fits of giggles bubbling up my throat and fighting past my lips. If love was a sanctuary, I was certain I had both feet in it. If it was a fire, I was burning up, and if it was the waves, they had crashed down relentlessly against my shivering body, bringing relief with each blow.

I bit the inside of my cheek and chewed at the skin. Laughter faded into even breathing, and my limbs curled up against the wrinkling fabric of the passenger seat. It had just barely started to rain again, a soft pattern of droplets hitting the windshield every so often. The closer we got to the dock, the more it lightened up. Though, the storm came in waves in the shape of the clouds that covered the blue skies. With each opening with sun peaking through, the tapping on glass stopped. When the grey swallowed us whole, it resumed. I didn’t mind it again. Not for the reasons that I wallowed in just hours ago, not to seek comfort in my homesick nature that cane purely from the soul of a homebody. But this time, because the swelling my my heart made me want to pull over to the side of the highway and spin around until my half-dried socks were coated in mud and my skin didn’t recall what the dryness felt like.

“Can I tell you something?” I murmured, my eyes locked in to the passing view that was the trees speeding past the windows.

“Yeah.” JJ hummed.

“I only came back for you.”

JJ hesitated on what he thought he wanted to say. He was biting his tongue. I shook my head.

“That sounds bad.” I laughed. “I only decided to leave because of you. I guess…just sitting in the middle of the road, I already felt really far away from everyone. I missed everyone more than I’ve ever missed anything in my life, but I was convinced that maybe I could suffer through it. But…just being with my thoughts, and hearing your voice after thinking for a while…kinda just convinced me.”

JJ took it all in. I saw the whites of his knuckles deepen the harder he pressed his fingertips to the wheel, the vast expanse of road ahead daunting now. This was beyond quality time together, and he knew it now that the newness began to settle and he began to realize it was the same old me. This was my future, and I had tossed it all away.

“I just…I guess I always thought you’d be the one to make it out. To really go for it. Kildare’s big enough for me, but I always kinda thought you’d go somewhere…more.” JJ spoke softly, eyes glued to the road.

“Maybe I already did get out. I got out and I tried to change everything about me to be that girl who wanted to get out, but she’s dead. Getting out sounded so freeing when we were younger, but now…now that we’ve seen the world and…and done so much in such little time, I’ve already lived a whole life, I’ve seen the world and I still feel like I don’t know who I am yet. But I know what I love, and I know that I hate every second that I’m away from it.”

JJ hummed again, raising his brows.

“You don’t need to explore every single corner of the earth to be something or-or someone. And maybe I didn’t realize it when I sent my letter in but I know now and I know that, I feel only half as good when I’m anywhere but where I should be. I’m sorry if that’s disappointing or if Pope is going to lecture me for days and you have to listen to it, but I know I have such a better chance of being who I want to be where I can be her than in some Northern University where people wear coats year round.” I rambled. My hands moved quickly. I cut through the air with each slice of my palms, and my eyes ran wild across the landscapes and the curve of his nose down to the bend of his jawline.

“I’m just trying to make sure this is what you want.” He finally cracked a smile. His head turned for a moment to meet my eyes, and I could see the flickers of light brightening up his affectionate gaze.

“Jay, I sat in the pouring rain in the middle of the road and begged you to come get me.” I deadpanned, but a small smile still graced my face.

Truthfully, I couldn’t wait to stick my toes back in the warm sand back home. To look down at my boots and dance along the gravel roads instead of balancing between two yellow lines that shot straight down the neat pavement.

Home was a foreign concept for a long time. The idea that it was something that could be bought. Through a mortgage, monthly rent, out of pocket. I never had those kinds of expenses. What was pocket change for some felt like gold to me, so maybe when people sat around talking about how they craved a big house to reside in, I never fully understood. Then again, I was never anywhere long enough to know.

I wouldn’t change a thing, how I ran around with my friends for years looking for gold that seemed to become buried under more and more stories, leading us to an even greater prize. I wouldn’t change the way I threw it all away to be with them. Subconsciously, I was smarter than I thought. Pope talked about packing up his bags, skipping town and moving to Idaho. Somewhere where he meant nothing to nobody and could start over. But I never indulged in it, or the fantasies of having a little more money. Being stable out be nice, but I always knew I had what I needed. I had a home and it was built on the structure of my four best friends that soon grew in size to six, and they had toothy smiles and stupid jokes.

“Do you think they’ll be mad?” I asked suddenly. Sure, this was right and it was what was true, but this was a dream that nobody else ever got to experience.

JJ pulled his lip between his teeth.

“Nah.” He sighed. “Pope will have your head, but Pope gets wound up easily. Could use him as a fishing pole.” JJ joked. It made me laugh and I felt any stress melting away. It was funny that he could do that anytime he pleased. I didn’t know if he ever knew he could do it, but he had a smart mouth, and a funny bone that always seemed to tickle me just right.

“But not you?” I asked once again.

“Not me what?”

“You wouldn’t? Be disappointed in me, that is.” I clarified softly, the roads becoming softer the more me drove along them. It was only moments until we’d soon roll onto the metal bridge connecting us to the boat that would send us home.

JJ breathed out through his nose.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” I responded plainly.

“And it makes you happy?”

“Yes.” JJ sighed, his eyes flickering from the wheel, to the road, and back to me. But only for a moment.

“Then no.” He answered just as plainly as I did, but there was a twinge of happiness itching at the corners of his lips. Selfishly, he wanted me to come home, and selfishly, I did too.

“Well, are you mad at me?” I continued to press him.

He laughed. “I could never be mad at you.”

“Not even if this is the wrong choice?” I picked at the skin by my fingers. My skin hurt a lot less now that it was shedding the smell of foreign land and letting the faint smell of the Twinkie stick.

“Who am I to tell you if it’s wrong?”

“Well, Pope would tell me it’s wrong.” I argued weakly.

“And am I Pope?”

I shook my head silently, and my eyes glued to my fingers. Blood stained my cuticles, where skin met nail. It stung, but it hurt a lot less than what I felt before.

“Y/n/n, you could send me into bankruptcy and act like we’re rich and I don’t think I’d even have it in me to blame you.” JJ smiled. I focused on the slopes and curls of his hair.

We sat in silence for a moment. It wasn’t like he was Shakespeare, but it wasn’t often JJ said something truly sappy. Usually, his philosophies revolved around excuses for his own stupid actions, which, now that he had explained his view on me, I had come to realize I never fully saw the extent of his behavior because I had never had the courage to blame him. I never would.

“So, you’ll talk me out of trouble when we get back?” I smiled sweetly, leaning my head on his shoulder and batting my eyelashes desperately.

JJ let out a laugh from deep in his stomach, his cheeks turning pink from his gasps of oxygen.

“I love you, but no.”

“I thought JJ was the reckless one, but holy shit, Y/n/n!” Pope ran a hand over his hat, pulling it off by the brim in one quick motion. The hard fabric hit the wooden counter of the bait and charter shop, the slap echoing through the homely space.

“Can you blame me? It’s so far away, and we just got back! I haven’t been in one place for more than a month in years, and I’m so god damn tired of feeling homesick all the time!” I tried to argue against the growing rally against me. I pleaded my case, but they all looked at me like I was brain dead.

“You had a chance, Y/n. A really good one too and you blew it, for what? To sell bait? To slum it in the cut? You can do that when you’re done earning your other options!” He scolded me like I was a kid. But I’m not a kid, and the worry lines slowly creeping up onto my once vibrant face are only evidence of the ever growing number attached to my bones.

“Yes, but a chance I didn’t ever really want! I mean, how could I even know if I ever wanted it, I don’t know who I am!”

“Thats what growing up is for! Not growing down. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re not a kid anymore, Y/n. And you never will be again!”

Silence fell over the small room. Even the waves rolling against the dirt didn’t dare to whisper through the large windows and gaps for doors.

“I sacrificed that for you.” I spoke softly, bitterly. For so long, I’s bitten my tongue for everyone. Hidden my resentment for chasing after a gold, I never really wanted because in my eyes, I already had it. But it was what they wanted, so I let myself age out of the period of my life I had dreamed of since I was a kid.

“I gave up my childhood so that you could figure out yours! You got to know who you are, I never got that because no one ever stopped to ask me what I wanted! Nobody! You were all too caught up in your greedy treasure hunt to ever look around and think about if everyone wanted to do this!”

“No one made you come along.” Kiara stepped forward, the same disapproving look in her eyes. She was only defending her wordless friend, but my feet felt heavy and my joints were warm. I felt myself creating sentences I should have never admitted out loud.

“Well I did! I did, and it’s too late to change that, and I did it because that’s what friends do. But what do we have to show for it? Nothing! We didn’t get the cross, we didn’t get the gold, hell, we already spent all of the nuggets John B managed to grab!” It fell silent again, and suddenly, I was standing in the center of a circle I didn’t want to be a part of.

“So what? Because we failed, it condemns you to leave college?” Kiara always had a smarter mouth than me. She was quick witted and observant. Yet, she failed to understand that my choice to come home wasn’t something merely because of the way the treasures slipped through our fingers. It was a homesickness she never had to feel because she had plenty of homes where she was consistently welcomed.

“Why is it so wrong for me to be unhappy with something that everyone else enjoys? Just because my dreams do not inspire yours does not make them any less important. A-and honestly I’m sick of standing here and listening to all of you yell at me for getting out of there instead of letting myself waste away! I’d be dead if I didn’t leave, I’d be dead because you all mean a lot too much to me for me to be away from you guys for so long. In four years I might be rich, but I would be unhappy. I would be bored. But you guys—us; we will be interesting, and funny, and bold, and unpredictable forever.”

I swallowed hard, and my eyes met the blues of the boy who had the courage to go against the majorities better judgement and bring me home. He had the same wild look on his face.

I hadn’t expected JJ to speak for me, to try and mellow out the anger I knew I would receive and backtrack against the backlash I would surely face. But out of everyone, I thought I could count on him to have my back.

And he just, didn’t.

I decided then I wouldn’t stay in the eye of the hurricane when I knew what it was capable of. I wouldn’t let myself become part of its destruction if I knew I could separate myself from it for just a moment, to remove myself from all the disappointed stares.

My feet hit the wood of the long dock, the bottoms of my shoes echoing through each plank of wood, all borrowed from the destruction of a past home.

I thought of packing up, leaving, heading over to some other place I could call home temporarily, but my fingers hesitated to reach under the bed, and my knuckles curled away from the zipper that connected to the duffle bag that was squished between dirty clothes and shoe boxes filled with memories.

A hand spun me around, pulling me from the daze I had put myself in the second I walked into the new bedroom that was mine to keep in the newly fixed home. It was calloused and warm, yet the coolness of the rings decorated on each finger revealed who the strong hold belonged to.

“Why couldn’t you say something?” I asked bitterly before my eyes even met his. It was just JJ and I in the confinement of our bedroom. The door shut without a crack and the windows sealed off from the outside.

“I told you I wouldn’t.” He smiled. I didn’t find it funny.

“No, but you could have defended me. I would have done it for you.” My lip wobbled. My throat stung, and JJ’s eyes softened. He must have believed it was because he hurt me, but it wasn’t his fault. It was just the idea that nobody would ever deal with what I felt because they hadn’t been burdened with the feeling of it ever before. And therefore, nobody would ever get it, nor have an inkling of an understanding of why I had to come home.

“Y/n/n, come on. It’ll blow over. They’ll be happy to have you back as soon as they get over it.” He tried to comfort me.

When his hands found my shoulders, it felt belittling, condescending, though I knew it wasn’t the case. I convinced myself it was because I was angry. Spiteful, maybe.

“No, JJ, stop. Stop touching me like you care, I can’t…I can’t stand it right now.” I stepped away, throwing his hands off of me like they were poison, or fire, or both.

“Everyone is looking at me like I’m a failure! Like…like I’m something to be embarrassed about. But who are they to say that I failed? Right? I spent my whole life, the years when I’m supposed to be finding myself licking the dirt off of other peoples shoes! And I took it and I didn’t complain because I thought that maybe my day would come, and it hasn’t! How is that fair? And to think I was stupid enough to think that something good would happen to me. But the truth is I hate being out of this stupid town, and this stupid town hates me. I-it’s like they’re all spitting on me and blaming it on the wind. And don’t look at me like I’m crazy because I love you too damn hard to be looked at like that by a boy I would give my whole life for!”

I breathed heavily through my teeth, and my chest raised with so much vigor in my voice, I shook the air with a desperate anger I had felt marinating for decades beneath my skin. Yet, the manhunting and the blaming had pushed it down, and the failure and the fear had only boiled it back up. But it was always there, simmering. JJ just laughed.

“I’m only looking at you like you’re crazy because I think you’re too good to care what anyone has to say about you.” He explained with a smile.

“To you, maybe. But that doesn’t make it true. Whats true is that they all had some image of me painted for them the second I made the decision to go to college, and it was wrong. Because I’m not nearly smart enough to be as interesting or independent as they want me to be. I can’t do organic chemistry, I’ve never passed a calculus test, I’m not a doctor. Nobody ever supported those dreams anyways, not even me, because as amazing as it would be to become those versions of myself, it’s not me.” My face crumpled in defeat finally.

“I’m not…good enough for anything outside of this town.”

For the first time in my life, I saw something in JJ’s eyes as I confessed how I saw myself, how I let my friends—no, my families anger affect how I saw my decisions. I saw dapples of disappointment flickering in the sea of his eyes.

“Do you really think thats true?” He asked calmly, softly. He ran a hand through his hair. He wanted to reach out for me, but he too shared that feeling of uncertainty that had consumed me in the past months.

“Good god, maybe they were right. Maybe you are a failure.” JJ sighed, and my breathing halted. “How can you for one second believe that anything they have to say is true? How can you believe that these things you think about yourself are true?”

“Well what am I supposed to believe? We were all raised to believe the same things, right? The engineers and the scientists are necessary but nobody needs the family man or-or the artists to carry on, right? So why should my dreams of just simple living be tolerated when everyone else craves so much more?” I cried.

“Do you even hear yourself? It’s contradictory in every sentence!” JJ yelled furiously back at me. But his anger wasn’t placed at me, but at the things that led me to believe what I thought.

“Just a few hours ago you were excited to come home. You were certain that this is what you wanted because it was your dream and your life! You wanted to find yourself, to know who you are. And you were right! More dead on than anyone had ever been in my life, and hearing you speak about what you knew inspired me to think more for myself than for the benefit of everyone else! College, or some fancy job, or money won’t make any of us know who we are, that’s your job!” JJ’s eyes were wide. He had decided now, and his hands found a home on my arms, squeezing hard and passionately.

“Anyone can be those things they want you to be, but I promise you, if you stick with what you know you want, everyone you touch will remember you for centuries.” He promised me softly.

“And how do I know if I even know myself? What if I’ve never been home enough long enough to know?”

“Then you’ll find it. You’ll find it, and I’ll find it too. We can find it together.”

My eyes searched his. I could no longer blink away my tears. The liquid was much warmer than the rain that had pelted against my skin, that had slipped down my back and under my shirt to touch the most painful and terrifying parts of myself that I had refused to acknowledge or recover for some time. It was hard to recognize it all, to know exactly who I wanted to be, so, I did what I did know.

I wrapped my arms around JJ tightly, burying my head in the wrinkles of his shirt and let the patterns his arms rubbed circles in my back guide the way I swayed. I let him hold me, because if anything could be uncertain then he was nothing. He was the one thing I’d always known, and maybe that was why I had called him that night. Because in every memory I ever had, he was the one defining memory of home. He was home.

“Will you be mad at me if I never find it?” I asked pathetically against his chest.

“No.” He responded softly, muffled by the way his lips pressed into the top of my head affectionately.

“I could never be mad at you.”

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readingismyhappyplacee · 2 years ago

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JJ Put that Gun Away.

Summary: Summertime is full of fishing, fooling around and Keggers. NOT guns and stealing. What could go wrong? (Fanfic for OBX S1: Ep.1).

JJ Maybank x Reader Fanfic

Warnings: Use and mention of guns, swearing, mentions of drowning.

ALL RIGHTS to Josh and Jonas Pate and Shannon Burke for characters, plot and dialogue, etc. In some cases, scenes and dialouge altered to fit my own ideas.

Y/N could hear the hooting and hollering of her friends from a mile away. The familiar brown Volkswagen van deemed “The Twinkie” howling along with the sound of their voices could be heard as it rounded the corner at the end of the street. Y/N smiled as she could see JJ’s head poking out of the side door, looking right at her.

“You’re going to have to jump in while it’s moving M’Lady! This vessel stops for no one!” JJ yelled at the girl in a funny voice. “Just bend your knees!”

“Uhh, actually JJ, this is our next stop. Did you forget she brought the drinks?” John B’s voice could be heard as the van screeched to a halt in front of her.

“Right.”

JJ and John B hopped out to grab the cooler full of drinks and food Y/N so kindly put together for todays venture. They loaded it into the already stuffed van. Y/N hopped in afterwards.

Soon enough the trio arrived at John B’s place. Unfortunately about nine months ago, John B’s father was lost at sea looking for a shipwreck and presumed dead shortly after. His mother and uncle are in other states, not even close to coming to the Cut. He’s been living by himself ever since and refuses to believe his father is dead until he finds his body. So now, the Château, as it’s called, is the base of operations. Free reign to do whatever a Pogue wants, whenever they want.

JJ on the other hand, doesn’t have much luck either. The blonde has an abusive dad and no other family to support him. He’s finding it hard to get by with a minimum wage job and daddy issues. It’s amazing how tough he is, but Y/N understands that he has to be to get through day by day. The girl helps out when she can by offering her cleaning services, picking up the many beer cans and cigarettes in the house when Jake isn’t there and offering as much food to the boys as she can without her parents finding out. Luckily though, they all have each other and that’s the best thing they could ask for.

Down at the dock, the boys load the cooler onto the boat and JJ offers Y/N a hand stepping in.

“M’Lady.” He bows, taking off his hat and putting it back on again.

A blush dances across her face, though it is unbeknownst to JJ, so she laughs to hide the truth of her feelings towards the boy. It was a rule the group had. No Pogue on Pogue macking. No matter how strong the feelings were. If it was true love or even soulmates, it was strictly forbidden. And even if it wasn’t a rule, she had no chance. JJ was hooking up with a new girl at every party and Kegger hosted lately. It was like he couldn’t get enough. So when he was flirty like that, there was no genuine meaning behind it. It was just JJ being JJ.

Hurricane Agatha had just blown over the Outer Banks, rocking the south side to shambles. As the three friends set off, more and more damage could be seen along the shoreline. Boats, docks, houses, fences - you name it. Every hurricane made the Cut look better yesterday.

The boat approached the marina which was jostling with people on clean-up duty. At least it was bright and sunny today to put people in better moods than before.

“Hi, Miss Amy, you guys make it through?” John B waves at a woman and her husband.

“We’re still here!” She replied back.

JJ wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

“She totally looked at me,” He said.

“Pfft. As if JJ. She wouldn’t even touch you with a 10 foot pole.” Y/N scoffed. JJ feigned hurt.

“Ouch! Watch yourself Y/N, or I’m pushing you in!”

The mess Agatha made was unimaginable. As if reading her thoughts JJ whistled out loud, “Agatha what did you do?”

Pope, another member of the group could be seen filling a bucket with water at the end of his dock. He got stuck with clean-up too. Pope was the smartest of them all. The kid had a full ride scholarship to one of the state’s most prestigious schools. It was unknown why he chose to hang out with such a group of troubled teenagers. He was always so cautious and tense, like his dad was watching. I mean, Heyward was always watching.

“Well, look who we have here.” John B mimics a radio. “We have a mandatory safety meeting, over.”

Pope stops what he’s doing, looking annoyed. John B slows the boat down.

“I can’t. My pop’s got me on lockdown.”

“You’re dad’s a pussy, over.” That time it was JJ.

“Oh, I heard that one you little bastard!”

Heyward. Pope’s father. Not the most approving of his son’s friends but he does his best to understand. Thankfully, Y/N’s parents are good friends with his family. “Hey Y/N, keeping these idiots in line?”

“I try to. It only works if they listen.” She smiles.

“We need your son.” John B interrupts.

“Yeah. And island rules: Day after a hurricane is a free day.” JJ adds.

“Now who in the hell made that up, son?”

“Uhhh… The pentagon I think? We have security clearance. I have a card.”

“Do you really think I’m stupid. Do they think i’m stupid?” Heyward looks at his son.

“I’ll do it tomorrow dad, I promise. I’ll help clean tomorrow.” Pope and his dad bicker back and forth and he slowly creeps towards the boat. Once Pope’s feet hit the deck John B accelerates forward.

“I promise i’ll do it tomorrow!”

“We’ll bring him back in one piece!” Y/N yells back.

All that could be heard is the cursing of Heyward and the gentle splash of the water against the boat towards the neck stop, Kiara. Kiara was Y/N’s best friend. Though she was born a Kook, she was a Pogue more than anything. Rich parents, fancy house and all the nicest clothes. She had all the best things. If she wasn’t with the friend group, she was out saving turtles or promoting some paper-straw activist type things online. Y/N was jealous that she seemed to always catch the attention of boys her age. Maybe she was prettier? More outgoing and funnier? Y/N thought she was enough to fit in, but sometimes it felt like Kie was always in the spotlight, for every boy. She didn’t dare tell her this of course, nothing good would come out of it. They are supposed to be best friends.

Kiara walked down the ramp. JJ greeted her in an Irish accent. He also held her hand as she got in. Y/N tried her best to conceal her face so she looked into her lap.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kiara greeted, forcing Y/N to look up.

“Hey, Kie, how you holding up?”

“Oh ya know, hurricane lockdown things.” They both laughed. That was another reason she couldn’t hate her. She always greeted her first and made her feel included in every conversation. She couldn’t hate her even if she tried.

John B picked up the speed of the boat as they headed out into the marsh. They cracked open some beer and for what seemed like the thousandth time, JJ tried out his “party trick.”

“JJ, you know it never works.”

“Ah! You’re getting beer in my hair!”

Suddenly the boat came to a halt, sending JJ flying off the bow and into the water. Kiara and John B are sent to the deck from their seats.Y/N is halfway off the bow clinging for dear life after just standing up to get JJ to come down. Pope’s abdomen slams against the steering wheel. Groans from each teen are let out respectively.

“Jesus Pope.” Kiara blurts out what everyone is thinking.

JJ resurfaces with a loud gasp for air.

“I think my heels touched my head.” He moaned.

Y/N groans again sitting up and clutching her chest.

“Aw man that’s definitely gonna bruise.”

“I hit a sandbar. The channel changed. Sorry guys.” Pope felt bad. He steps up onto the bow to get a better look at where to navigate. His expression turns to shock.

“Guys! I think there’s a boat down there.”

“Yeah right!”

“No, no. For real, I’m not kidding.”

JJ swims over to get a better look while the rest of the gang almost tip the boat, looking in the direction of where Pope was pointing.

“Shit let’s go!”

Y/N peels off her jean shorts and tank top before diving into the water to join JJ. The rest follow suit. With one huge breath, Y/N submerged herself underwater with the rest of her friends. Even in the murkiness of the water, an unmistakable outline of a Grady White is seen. Whoever’s boat this was they are probably looking for it, that is, if they’re even still alive. Y/N swims inside, a powerful swimmer and certified diver, she looks for any signs of who this boat belongs to. Nothing.

The friends resurface. Gasping for air but in obvious excitement about the discovery.

“That’s a Grady White!” JJ exclaims. “A new one of those is like five hundred grand. Easy.”

They all laugh, climbing back onto the boat.

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge!”

John B suddenly remembers.

“You surfed the surge?” Y/N and Kiara ask together. “Jinx.”

“That’s my boy! Pogue style!” JJ high fives his best friend.

“Seriously John B that’s dangerous! “ Y/N exclaims. “What the heck!”

“Wait, guys, do we know whose boat that is?”

“I tried to get a good look, but it’s too deep.” Y/N said. “Give me the anchor.”

John B rummages through a compartment in the deck, handing Y/N the anchor.

“Payback !” JJ screams, pushing the girl into the water.

She shrieks as she plummets into the water.

“JJ that wasn’t nice!” Kiara scolds.

“Hey, she asked for it earlier.” He shrugs it off.

Y/N swims the path towards the boat, attempting to get a better look at anything more than she already saw. She spots a key dangling from a pole near the steering wheel, but struggles to get it unhooked.

Meanwhile, the four friends stand worried. “She’s been down there a while man, should I go get her? JJ asks.

“Nah she’s got this. Believe in her.”

JJ frowned, worry evident on his face. Pope noticed.

“You like her!”

“What- no! I don’t like anyone, especially not her! Remember rule number one?”

“Liar!”

“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring that up! Finally!” Kiara chimed.

“We’re just friends okay guys? Nothing more. Now shut up.”

“Jeez JJ you’re blushing so hard it looks like you have a sunburn!” John B teased.

“I said shut up!”

JJ couldn’t be more thankful Y/N was underwater right now, even if she may be drowning. It’s true he may have a bit of a crush on her, but he knew the rules. Instead, he uses other girls as distractions from the fact.

The sound of the topic-of-conversation girl breaking the surface brought JJ back to real life.

“I found a key!” She managed to say between breaths.

JJ and his friends breath sighs of relief. No CPR was needed. He went to the edge of the boat, effortlessly pulling her up towards him. She lost her balance slightly but he grabbed her waist to steady her. The action did not go unnoticed by the rest. JJ quickly jumped backwards like he stepped in a fire. Y/N shot him a puzzled glance but said nothing.

“I think it’s a motel key.” She said, drying herself off with a towel.

“Great. A damn key. “ JJ scowled. He was hoping for anything worth some cash.

“Guys I think we should report this to the coast guard, maybe get a finders fee?” Kiara pointed out.

“Yeah, then we don’t have to work all summer.”

The crew headed back into town to go report the wreck. The sun was beginning to set ever so slowly and the warm glow illuminated Y/N’s face as she stared off into the horizon.

“What’s on your mind, sunshine?” JJ sat next to her for the first time after his awkward moment.

Y/N was surprised he called her a nickname she’s never heard of.

“I haven’t heard that one before.”

“I think it suits you.”

“Thanks JJ.”

The girl avoided the question, not wanting to tell him he was the one on her mind all of the time. She waited in the HMS Pogue while the others attempted to talk to someone about finding the sunken boat. With the recent hurricane and the damage it created, many people were lined up with complaints. Her friends came back quickly with another plan.

“The motel? Are you crazy?” Pope said.

“I call lookout.” Y/N said.

“Me and JJ will check it out.” John B suggested.

When the group arrived at the motel, it appeared very run down, and not just by the hurricane.

“This isn’t exactly 5 stars.”

“Yeah, it looks like a place someone with a Grady White would get killed.” Pope shuddered.

JJ and John B jumped to shore. Not wanting to draw attention to the rest do the group, the trio left pretended to be hanging out and talking.

“Be careful.” Kiara spoke softly to John B.

Last Y/N heard was something about a mattress.

“Be sooooooo careful John B.” JJ teased as they searched for the matching room number.

“Ever since she heard you were on exile she’s told you to be careful. Oh, give me that John D already. Why don’t you hop on that man?”

John B scoffed.

“You know the rules. No Pogue on Pogue macking. And don’t get me started on you and Y/N.”

“I don’t like her I told you this already.”

“Like hell you don’t dude. You’re always looking at her.”

JJ glared at his best friend. He licked his lips.

“Okay, c’mon man of course I’m looking at her, she’s hot. Can we forget about the rules?”

John B stopped in front of room 229 and stayed silent, fumbling with the keys.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You need help. Like, serious help.”

“Still a yes! Housekeeping!” JJ said in a high-pitched voice. With no response, the boys entered the room.

Down below, the trio on the boat were having a similar conversation.

“Do you have a thing for John B?” Y/N asked her best friend.

Pope looked away from the motel to look at Kiara’s facial expression, amused by Y/N’s blunt question. Kiara rolled her eyes and stood up.

“I don’t. I’m just worried about him. The whole foster thing must really suck.”

“And you’re not just worried about him in a different way?” Y/N suggested, grinning.

“Oh my god stop it! I don’t! And how about JJ, everyone knows-“

“Guys, cops! Cops!” Pope interrupted.

In the small parking lot full of debris, the sheriff’s pickup truck could be seen pulling in and stopping. Y/N groaned.

“Why does my dad have to ruin everything!”

Deputy Shoupe and Deputy Plumb exit the car and talk with a man nearby. They start pointing to the second level of the motel, exactly where JJ and John B were.

“We have to warn them.” Kiara said. She jumps off the boat and books it to the side of the motel. Pope and Y/N exchange glances before following, trying not to be seen by Y/N’s police officer father. Staring up at the window, the stress begins to set in.

“Okay stand back.” Pope said, picking up a rock. He looked up at the window and threw it. The rock barely made it halfway up before gravity brought it back down again.

“Didn’t you ever play baseball?” Kiara pegged.

Y/N laughed.

“I was on the math team!” He whisper-yelled back.

Kiara also tried to throw a rock but missed. She tried it again and it made a loud ‘tink’ sound against the glass. Y/N picked up one and it did the same. JJ and John B’s faces could be seen through the blinds almost instantly.

“Cops! There’s Cops! Cops!” The friends on the ground simultaneously whispered and pointed at the entrance to the room. The boys could be seen scrambling in the room. The three friends sprinted to the boat, ready to leave at any second.

“Should we peel?” Kiara asked.

“No! Never leave a Pogue behind.” Pope said.

“Guys look! They’re on the awning!” Y/N pointed.

JJ and John B were in fact on the small ledge of the awning on either sides of the window. Their positions looking very uncomfortable. JJ laughed silently while John B used his pointer finger to tell the rest of the group to be quiet.

The boys were up there for a while until suddenly something fell out of JJ’s pocket, hit the awning and fell to the ground a few feet down. John B visibly cringed. The blinds to the window retracted and Shoupe’s figure looked outside. Pope, Y/N and Kiara quickly attempted to look away and act like they weren’t involved.

“This is gonna be tough to explain later.” Y/N sighed.

Theslamming of a door caught their attention as the officers began to leave. Shoupe handed a duffel bag to the other officer. Before leaving, Shoupe came towards the boat. Y/N glanced at her friends’ position at the window, then back at her dad before he noticed her staring.

“Hey, sweet pea, what are y’all doing here?” He looked between the three of them.

“Uhhh.. Hey Dad I didn’t see you here!”

“My aunt was visiting and staying here. We just came to check on her. We were just about to leave.” Pope interjected.

“Yeah, Dad. We wanted to make sure she was okay. What are you doing here?”

“Ah, someone reported missing. Just like after every hurricane. Doing my part to make sure there’s no dead bodies around.” He chuckled like what he said was normal. It was obvious where Y/N’s bluntness came from. Y/N awkwardly laughed, hoping to speed this conversation up.

“Did you find anything?”

“Nah. Just an empty motel room.”

“Cool.”

“I have to go. See you later honey. Stay out of trouble kids!” Shoupe saluted and walked back to the truck. JJ and John B made their way down after a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear.

“Holy shit, man. That was crazy!” JJ exclaimed., jumping into the boat with John B on his tail. Pope pulled away from shore and back out towards the exit.

“Why did he lie about taken things from the room?” Y/N asked. No one was sure.

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asked the boys, changing the subject.

“Did we find anything?” JJ repeated. He pulled out a stack of money and a gun. The biggest grin was on his face. Y/N moved away from him.

“Are you insane?” She yelled.

“I’m going to lose my scholarship.” Pope moaned.

“It’s better than the cops having it!” JJ reasoned.

“No it’s not, dude! Anyone else that’s not you is better.”

JJ grabbed Pope and put the barrel to his mouth in a “shush” motion. Pope pushed him off.

“I’m living a nightmare.”

The group found their way back to the marina. As they were offloading there was a commotion with another large boat. Paramedics and the police were surrounding a man that looked to be dead. A dead body. As they were wheeling the body away from the boat, a woman ran frantically towards it.

“Scooter! Scooter!” She yelled. She clung to the man, caressing his face and assessing his condition. She broke down into tears. It was Lana Grubbs.

“Who’s that?” Y/N asked her friends.

“That’s Scooter Grubbs.” A random girl next to them chimed in. “He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got. Dead body.” She bragged. She pulled out her phone and began to show a close up picture of the man being wheeled away in front of them. Y/N shuddered. Was that who her dad was looking for?

“What type of boat did he have?” JJ asked the girl.

“Somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady White.”

The friends glanced between each other silently. Y/N looked at JJ and found that he was already looking at her. She gave him a look asking for more information but he just shrugged.

“Everyone’s out looking for it.” She added.

Back at the Chateau, Pope was telling everyone to keep their mouths shut about the situation. His panicked look on his face was enough to let everyone know he was terrified.

“We all have complete and total amnesia, okay?”

“For once I agree with you Pope. Deny, deny, deny.” JJ said.

“We can’t keep that money,” Kiara said. “It’s bad karma.”

“She’s right you know, it doesn’t belong to us. It belongs to Lana Grubbs,” Y/N added.

“Not everyone can afford unlimited data plans, ladies.” They rolled their eyes.

“Look, JJ I’ll help you out a little more this week if we just return the money.” Y/N’s tone softened, trying to reason with the blonde. He looked at her, silently adoring how she worried about him.

“Let’s go dark.” Pope said.

“If it means I get to keep the money, I’m in.”

John B finally spoke up.

“I don’t agree.” He said. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that buys individual cigarettes. Shit, one time I saw him begging for change in front of the Save-a-lot because he needed gas! This guy has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket and all of a sudden he’s got a Grady White? Just saying.”

“I need a break from you guys.” Pope moaned, standing up to walk to the dock.

“Look, Pope, how does a guy like Scooter get a Grady White?”

“Prostitution?”

“Square groupers bro. Flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance, they don’t do that stuff during a hurricane.” John B reasoned. “What does that mean, JJ?”

“They were straight smugglin’.” He grinned.

“I’m guessing there’s a crap ton of contraband on that boat.” Y/N added.

“Okay so if there was that kind of stuff on board, and it belongs to someone, they’re going to come looking for it, right? So taking it would be catastrophically stupid.”

“You’re right.” JJ said. “But stupid things have good outcomes all the time. All we need to do is find a way to get into that cargo hold of that wreck and then lay low.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” Pope asked.

“Kegger?” Kiara proposed.

Y/N had went over to Kiara’s house to steal an outfit for the night.

“Red or pink?” She asked Kiara.

“Red. JJ won’t stop staring at you if you don’t.”

“C’mon Kie, stop teasing. You and me both know he doesn’t like me like that. Look at all the women he hooks up with. You don’t see me on the list.”

“Fine! Don’t listen to me! But open your eyes girl!”

Y/N was mad that Kie was playing with her feelings. She knew that JJ would never think of her like that. Was she not telling her something?

“I’m a police officer’s daughter Kie, no guy wants to talk to me.”

Within an hour, the group had gathered all the materials for the Kegger and met at the Boneyard. Y/N spotted JJ up ahead. His blonde hair unmistakably glistening in the sunset glow. She wondered if he would talk to her tonight or take off with another new girl. Once down to the sand, the keg was set up and ready to go. John B started filling up cups of beer for everyone. Soon, a crowd started to form. The boneyard was a mix of three crowds, the Pogues, the Kooks and the Tourons. The Tourons are just kids here on vacation with their families for the summer. As the night progressed, Y/N found her place with a group of Pogues she knows from school. The group was laughing around a fire, retelling a story about how a teacher was caught making out with a student after class. The principal found them and he was fired right away. The kid only got a 3 day suspension. Y/N felt someone sit next to her. She looked to her left. A boy around her age with curly brown hair and a lanky stature smiled at her. A Touron.

“Hi. I’m Dean.” He greeted. “I’m not from here and you look pretty friendly enough to talk to.”

This made Y/N laugh.

“Why thank you. I’m Y/N. Welcome to the island.”

She shook hands with the boy jokingly. She could feel the effects of the alcohol she was drinking starting to flow through her body.

“Another beer?” Someone with a keg asked.

Y/N accepted the beer with a grateful smile then turned back to Dean.

“So, new guy, where you from?”

“San Fran. I’m a long way from home.” He smiled. “My moms friend recommended it here, but too bad there was a hurricane. Cut our holiday in half. We head back in a few days.”

“Ah, big city guy. I could tell, you all have the same vibe.” She teased.

“Hey! I’m officially offended.”

She laughed. “Sorry about Agatha though, really, she was a real pain in the ass.” The two continued to talk about random things. Y/N thought that he was a nice boy to talk to, but he wasn’t JJ.

“See, those are my best friends over there.” She pointed out Kiara and John B. Then a little ways over at Pope. She couldn’t find JJ. “We do everything together.” Y/N was five drinks in. Maybe six. She lost count. Not once did this boy try to make a move on her. At first she was thankful because it is always awkward trying to tell them no, but at the same time her heart sunk because it’s always been that way. There was no way he knew she was the daughter of a cop. He doesn’t live here.

“So, Y/N do you have a boyfr-“ Dean’s sentence was cut off when Y/N suddenly stood up to the the sound of JJ’s voice. He sounded like he was in an argument.

“You’re so funny man!” She heard him yell.

Over to the right of where she sat she could see Sarah Cameron and her no-good boyfriend Topper, along with the rest of her friends. JJ did not look happy. None of them did.

“Sorry. I’ll be right back. I’m just going to check up on my friends. They seem a little drunk.”

As she approached the commotion, Topper called them “dirty Pogues.” That term set John B off. He forcefully shoved Topper backwards, causing him to stumble. Topper looked shocked and then lunged forward and threw a punch so hard at John B’s face that it looked like it would knock his teeth out. John B fell against the sand, unable to stand up.

“Babe! Babe!” Sarah attempted to stop her boyfriend from causing any harm, but it was no use,Topper hated Pogues. Topper continued to kick John B until he reached the edge of the water.

“Hey John B, don’t make me do what happened to your old man, all right?”

The crowd around began to chant for them to fight.

“Stop!” Y/N screamed at them, rushing in. JJ held her back, shaking his head no. If it wasn’t for the situation it would’ve felt like a hug.

“Guys stop!” Kiara hissed at Topper and John B.

John B mustered up enough to stand again and used his momentum to tackle Topper into the shallow tide. Both attackers now soaked from the cool water.

“Let him go John B!” Pope yelled.

They continued to throw punches at the others abdomen and back. John B was able to land a few good hits.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” JJ cheered.

Topper and John B continued to trade hits. Unfortunately, Topper was able to gain the upper hand and slam John B into the water face first. He then got on top of him.

Sarah and Kiara began to scream. JJ had never looked so frightened in his life for his best friend.

“JJ do something!” Y/N screamed at him. JJ looked torn. He ran towards Topper and John B and pulled out the gun.

“No JJ!” Y/N called after him, terrified.

JJ rested it on the crown of Toppers head after he cocked it.

“Yeah, you know what that is. Let him go.”

The crowd of people started screaming and dispersed ridiculously fast after spotting the gun.

“JJ put the gun down!” Y/N tried again.

“Okay, okay we’re good man!” The anxiety in Topper’s voice was evident. He rose with his hands in the air.

“Everyone listen up! Get the hell off my side of the island!” JJ screamed at the top of his lungs. He rose the gun in the air and shot it twice to prove that he was in control. Sarah and Topper ran off. Y/N covered her ears. She was terrified of guns after her mother was shot on duty when she was a thirteen. Y/N had never been told the full story but the tale left it’s mark. Mrs. Shoupe has since retired from being a police officer and chose to write books instead. A very drastic career change.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled at her. “Let’s leave!”

Dean was standing alone in the middle of the sand. He had waited for her to make sure she was okay, not knowing that JJ was her friend since she couldn’t find him when she was pointing them all out earlier.

“Who the fuck are you!” JJ pointed the gun at Dean. Dean put his hands in the air to show his surrender.

“Woah, woah man! I come in peace! Please!”

“JJ stop!” Y/N screamed.

“I said, who the fuck are you?!”

“I’m just here visiting the island! My name is Dean!”

JJ looked at Y/N, but put the gun down, finger still on the trigger. Dean visibly sighed of relief.

“How do you know him?”

“I-I met him earlier at the fire. JJ you’re scaring me with that please you know I hate them.” In the heat of the moment, JJ has totally forgotten your fear of guns. His demeanour changed completely. He put the gun back in his pocket and threw his hands on his forehead in frustration. Y/N huffed at his behaviour. She saw a different side of JJ tonight. One that she was not used to. He scared her and their friends and she just needed to go home. It’s been a long night. She looked her friends in the eye.

“Get some sleep guys, and make sure John B is alive.” She gestured to the boy who was halfway in the water. She gave on last glance to JJ before turning back up the trail with Dean right behind her. She burst into tears. Her crying heard by JJ as he watched her figure until she disappeared into the darkness. Y/N had hoped he would have at least apologized.

After last night Y/N woke up feeling anxious and upset. The image of JJ holding a gun haunted her memory. She knew it wouldn’t just go away. She remembered Dean walking her home and asked for her number before he left to go back to his hotel. She politely declined saying a mere ‘it’s complicated.’ He understood and said he was glad she was safe. He gave her his just in case she changed her mind. A text on her phone rung softly on the bedside table. She picked it up and a short text from Kiara read:

‘Hey I know after last night you don’t want to see JJ, but we need someone that knows how to dive. We’re searching that boat today and you’re the only one that knows how to properly dive and has the equipment. You in?’

‘Will he promise to get rid of the gun?’

‘No promises :(‘

Y/N groaned in her bed. Typical JJ. A knock on her door perked her up. Her father walks in, wearing his uniform.

“Hey sweet pea, I know sometimes it’s hard to be a dad and a police officer at the same time, but I know there was a gun used last night at that party. Do you know who had possession of it?”

Y/N froze in a silent panic. She couldn’t throw JJ under the bus like that, even if guns scared her. He would never forgive her and she would most likely never see him again.

“Uhh, no I was over on the other side of the fire. When the crowd of people started running saying that there was a gun I ran too. You know I hate them.” She tried her best to sound convincing. Sometimes her father was intimidating. He gave her a raised eyebrow.

“You sure? It sounded like it was one of your Pogue friends.”

“No they were all with me around that time.”

He hummed, definitely not satisfied with her answer.

“Well, the Sheriff already told me she knew who it was but didn’t give me his name. I figured you’d know who it was.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Now, I don’t think the island is safe right now, so I need you to make smart decisions. No parties, no boats, no beaches and no hanging out with your little Pogue friends for a while. I don’t think they are very good influences.”

“Dad you can’t do that!” Y/N cried. “They’re my friends! I don’t care about the parties but that’s just not fair!”

“It’s what’s best. A man was found dead yesterday and I don’t need you being the next. The marsh is closed until we can find that sunken boat and any clues leading toward the investigation. I better see you here when I get back.”

And with that, Victor Shoupe was out the door without a final glance towards his daughter. His heavy footsteps heard as he descended the stairs.

“You could have at least closed the door!” Y/N got up with a huff, slamming it hard enough to prove she was upset. He was right about one thing, having a police officer father was hard. She raced back to her phone, tapping on Kiara’s contact.

‘Bad news. Dads got me on lockdown saying it isn’t safe right now. He said the marsh was closed so if we’re doing this it’s gotta be fast. Gotta sneak around my mom to get the gear.’

Luckily, Y/N’s mom was locked away in her study, like usual. It was one room she was never allowed into no matter the circumstance. She had caught glimpses at it, but not long enough to make out what she does in there. Sometimes she would walk by and hear her aggravated sighs and hear frantic typing on her laptop. She figured it was just her working on a new novel and writer’s block. Everything about that room was a secret to her. Even her father rarely entered. Y/N changed into her bikini and jean shorts before sneaking down the stairs after she heard her father leave and the pickup truck pull out of the driveway. Avoiding the study, she ducked out the back door to avoid being seen through the window at the front of the house. The diving gear was kept in their small shed in the backyard. Half of the memorabilia, toys and tools in here hadn’t seen the light of day in years. With her parents so focused on their careers they never surfed or gardened since she could remember. After her mother was shot, life had never been the same. It seemed like her dad was trying to prove that he has what it takes to become Sheriff one day and that her mother had to prove to the world that she is interesting enough to buy her books. Why was there anything to prove? None of her books made bestselling titles except for her autobiography of her life as a detective, wife and mother. She wrote mystery novels now. How fitting.

The shed was unlocked. After locating the box of diving gear, she double checked that there was a mask and an oxygen tank before lifting it off the shelf and sneaking around the house again. She hopped in her car, thankfully parked on the street before making her way to the Chateau, not ready to see JJ.

The boat ride out to the wreck was silent. The tension between Y/N and JJ could be felt from everyone around them. As John B came to a stop, Y/N brought out her gear, getting ready to hop in. John B threw out an anchor.

“Fuck. This tank is a quarter full. I guess it really has been that long. I don’t even know if this is safe.” Y/N said, displaying her thoughts out loud.

“Great, I love it when a plan comes together.” Pope said sarcastically.

“It should only be... “ She looked down at the boat below. “25 minutes if that boat is 30 feet down. I just have to mark a safety stop.”

With that she took a ribbon from the gear box and her shorts off and plummeted into the water.

“That was hot.” JJ blurted.

The friends rolled their eyes. Y/N resurfaced and jumped back into the boat.

“Okay I tagged about ten feet down the anchor line. It’s where I’ll do my safety stop.”

For the first time since last night, JJ spoke to Y/N.

“Okay, when you’re down there, you’re going to look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?”

Y/N nodded, grabbing the key from JJ. She was still waiting on that apology.

“See ya in a few!”

She placed the mask over her face, saluted to her friends and jumped into the water. The water in the marsh was murky, but the outline of the boat was evident amidst the cloudiness.

Above water, the sound of police siren whooped through the air.

“Oh shit it’s Y/N’s dad!”

“Just act frickin’ natural!”

“Evening, officers.”

“Evening.” Shoupe said in an assertive tone. He threw Pope a line to tie the boats together. The other cop from the motel raid was with him.

“How you kids doin’? You know the marsh is closed?” He asked.

“No.”

“No, wow.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Why- why was it closed?”

The friends tried to act as normal as possible. Their attempts feeble.

“We’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down. Seen anything?”

A collective round of ‘no’s’ came from the group. Shoupe didn’t seem terribly convinced. JJ suddenly remembered that Y/N was down there, using more and more oxygen by the minute. He prayed she wouldn’t pop out of the water anytime soon. Another situation with bad timing. The others seemed to realize too, attempting to hide their agitation from the officers. Shoupe noticed this.

“I’m going to uh, check your little boat out.”

“You wanna check, uh check her out, yeah.” John B stuttered.

“Thank you.”

Shoupe made his way into the boat. He glanced at each of the teenagers faces.

“You got any more of these?” He asked, holding up a life jacket.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s more in the hold.”

Kiara stood up so he could look under the seat.

JJ pulled out three more life jackets.

“Yeah, here you go.” He said.

Shoupe nodded sternly. He looked out onto the water, suspicious. He made his way to the bow of the boat.

“Be careful. You don’t want to slip.” Pope commented. Shoupe placed his sunglasses on, scanning the water for anything out of the ordinary. The sunset made it hard to search, creating a glare of colour on the surface.

“All right.” He concluded. “Beautiful day.”

“Sure is, sir.”

“Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”

“Will do.” Replied JJ and Pope.

“We’ll be gone soon sir.”

“Yes you will.”

Shoupe got back into his boat and drove away. When he was out of sight, the group rushed to the side, worried for the girl who was underwater.

“She’s definitely out of air.” Pope said.

“There she is!” JJ yelled.

“Oh god! Jesus Christ!”

Y/N gasped for air loudly and desperately. She pulled the mask off and swam towards the boat.

“How’d it go down there?” John B asked. “Did you find anything?”

Unable to speak properly, Y/N tossed a black bag she scavenged onto the deck near JJ’s feet. He grabbed it immediately.

“Hell yeah!” He said.

Y/N climbed the ladder, still short of breath.

“Yeah, you’re dad was here, but we took care of him.” Pope told her. Y/N let out an exasperated laugh.

“Gotta, get back, before he does.” She said between breaths. She sat down tiredly.

Kiara suddenly shifted.

“Hey, guys? Bogey at two o’clock.”

“What?”

A white boat was approaching the Pogues fast. Two men were on board. No one recognized it.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know but let’s not stick around to find out. JJ get the bowline.” John B instructed. JJ tried to pull the anchor up as fast as he could.

“Guys don’t wait up for me!” He yelled.

“Let’s go!” Kiara added.

The boat did not slow down. John B started up the boat and headed into the marsh. The mysterious boat and its occupants turned to follow them.

“They’re following us!”

Y/N turned around at the same time the passenger began to pull out a gun. Her eyes widened.

“Gun! They’ve got a gun!” She alerted her friends before ducking down to avoid the line of fire. The first shot was sent out, narrowly missing John B who was intent on driving the boat as fast as he could. The rest of the gang lowered to the deck. JJ instinctively covered Y/N as best he could, shielding her from any potential bullets. He remembered her fear of guns this time.

“John B, get down!” He yelled at his best friend.

The perpetrator opened fire a second time. The boat was gaining on them.

“Oh my god we’re gonna die!” Pope yelled. A third shot rung out.

“Shit! Pope, move!” Kiara said, standing up to reach the net at the back of the boat. Another bullet flew by.

“Kie get down!”

Kiara ignored John B’s plea and threw the net behind the boat. A loud noise could be heard as it wrapped within the prop of the boat behind them. It slowed to a stop. Angry shouts of the two men could be heard as another shot flew after them. The Pogues drove to safety.

Back at the Chateau, John B grabbed the mystery bag and plopped it onto the dock. Y/N was still shaken up by the recent events, opting to be silent. JJ helped her off the boat in her shaken state.

“What do you think is in it?”

“Gotta be money right?”

“Can we please just open the bag!” Pope ushered. “You guys are literally killing me with anticipation.”

John B opened the bag to take out another bag. He opened the drawstrings to reveal a metal cylinder. Y/N watched with eager eyes behind JJ. She hoped her efforts weren’t for nothing.

John B unscrewed the end of the cylinder and dipped it upside down into his hand. A compass fell into his palm. He froze.

“Oh, great job everyone! We found a compass.” Pope stated sarcastically. JJ looked disappointed.

“Sorry Y/N, looks like you almost drowned for a stupid compass that’s not worth anything.”

Y/N frowned while John B laughed.

“This was my father’s.”

Any feedback appreciated. :) Let me know if I should continue! <3

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generalllimaginesss · 5 years ago

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*I guess I’m going to start OBX imagines because why not? Seriously obsessed with them right now so here’s my first imagine! Feel free to leave any feedback!!*

He was quite the looker. The blue eyes, the abs, the best sense of humor. He was the whole package, plain and simple. The only problem was he was absolutely, and undeniably crazy, and that just wasn’t acceptable for your parents. They wanted way more for you than what the Outerbanks could offer.

JJ Maybanks was your future husband, little problem was he didn’t know that yet.

He really didn’t know much about you, other than the fact that you and Kie occasionally hung out. You didn’t fit in with the filthy rich kooks that owned 2 houses, but you didn’t fit in with the pogues because you had money to go buy a car for your 16th birthday, or even a pretty comfortable savings for college. That’s why your parents had begun to worry about your teenage obsession with the biggest pogue of all.

You and Kie had been friends for a while, but you never felt comfortable enough with her to hang out with the guys, so you never did. Until tonight.

“Y/N, you know we don’t bite. You can talk,” John B, who was sitting on the couch in his living room, said after everybody’s conversations had begun to to take 3 different directions.

He was cute too, you’d give him that, but he almost seemed too perfect. There’s always something about those kinds of guys that drive you away.

You were sitting criss crossed on the floor, leaning back in the front of the couch when everybody began to look at you. The heat to your cheeks quickly became intense.

“I know, it’s just I don’t do these things....I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, never had a boyfriend...” You rambled, suddenly realizing how boring of a life you lead.

“Well that can change as soon as you want it to, ya know, hanging with all of us involves most of these things,” JJ winked at you and smirked.

The blush that was already on your cheeks was burning and you were hoping that the dimly lit living room didn’t give away the butterflies that JJ Maybanks’ wink and voice caused. He was a perfect imperfection and little did he know that you had been practically in love with him ever since meeting Kie and the boys.

Pope grinned and piped up, “Yeah, we’re not as crazy as the Kooks make us out to be. Annoying? Mmm maybe, but we’re good people.”

“But didn’t JJ pull a gun on Topper like a week ago?” You giggled and looked across the room at the blonde headed boy. He rolled his eyes and smirked.

“Y/N, it was one time. Plus he was drowning Birdy over there and somebody has to be our getaway driver, am I right?” He laughed and ran ran his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes.

“Correction on all of these statements, I’m the only sane one of the group. Somebody has to keep them in check,” Kie added.

The conversations never ended and you loved it. Nobody ran out of things to say, it never got awkward, and you loved that. It felt so natural and right. It felt like the missing puzzle to your life, besides JJ being your husband but that comes in time. This felt like home.

Just as Kiara and John B began a contest of who could catch more popcorn in their mouth, your phone buzzed and got your attention.

“Curfew is 10:30, no negotiating. Dad will be up waiting,” Your mother knew just how to make a good night dreadful. You didn’t want to go because this environment was so addicting and carefree, not controlling and judgmental like your family 90% of the time.

Everybody busted out laughing suddenly when John B leaned to far back to catch a piece of popcorn and fell off the back of the couch.

“Now that’s dedication,” Pope clapped slowly and laughed.

“Sorry to cut the night short, but I have to be home in 15 minutes. Thank you guys for letting me come hang tonight. I had so much fun,” you smiled as you gathered your things and headed for the door. The room was filled with groans and various statements saying “come back soon.”

“You’re not walking by yourself are you?” Kie chimed in.

“I’m fine, it’s only a little about a mile away. Besides, wouldn’t want to drag any of you guys away to be bored by me,” you smiled.

“Nope, not gonna happen when it’s dark out. JJ, I nominate you to walk our guest home.” Kie promptly said. She knew what she was doing, and your back was turned to JJ, and facing Kie, and boy if looks could kill, you’d be picking out Kiara’s flower arrangement for her funeral.

“I mean, I’m not complaining,” JJ admitted as he jumped up from his seat and sprung to the door to open it for you.

“Such a gentleman, thank you,” you laugh softly, the butterflies in your stomach going fucking insane.

When you and JJ were out of earshot, the other pogues began the bet.

“I give it about a week, that’s how long I think until I wake up and JJ has a new guest in his bed,” John B smirked.

“Nah man, she’s too innocent for him. Maybe by the end of the summer, and that’s if she isn’t scared away by him.” Pope shook his head and grinned.

“I say they spend a few months trying to hide it behind our backs and then we’ll catch them doing something gross,” Kie said as she shifted her weight on the couch. She shipped you both hard. What are friends for if they don’t help their friends get the girl or the guy?

Meanwhile, you and JJ had began the walk, silent for the most part, and about an arm’s length away from each other. It was awkward to you, but he seemed to not mind. Every once in a while you slowly cut your eyes in his direction to get a look at his cuteness.

“You know....if you took a picture it’d probably last longer than the few seconds you keep cutting your eyes at me,” his smirk practically seeped through his voice while your heart began to beat rapidly.

“I, uh, I’m sorry. Thanks for walking me home, though. You seem like a pretty cool guy,” you tried to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“I’d like to think I am. Everybody has skeletons in the closet though. Some a little more big and scary than others. How come you haven’t hung out with us until now?” He looked towards you, slowly inching closer.

“I just feel like I don’t fit in anywhere, ya know. I feel like I’m too boring and stiff to hang out with the pogues, but the Kooks are so snobby and self-absorbed that I can’t possibly be happy with them. So, I’m stuck with just me, I guess,” You fiddled your thumbs while he took in every last word that came from your mouth.

“I like you. You’re awkward and quirky, not gonna lie, but you seem willing to go off the deep end for a little fun. You have potential,” he winked and nudged you, causing you to smile and look at the ground.

After about 10 minutes, you arrived at your house. The white two story house was illuminated by the yellow glow of the porch lights. You could see your father’s silhouette through the white curtains and you immediately regretted letting JJ walk you home.

“Well this is it. Thank you for the company, I enjoyed it,” You walked up the front porch steps, voice lower than ever, praying that your dad didn’t hear you yet.

“I like your company. I like it a lot actually. Say we meet at the dock tomorrow? 10 a.m? I’ll have a good day planned,” JJ’s heart sped up a little and he wanted to drink in the sight of you for however long he possibly could.

“I’d have to ask my parents, but I’d love to,” You smiled and placed your hand on the doorknob.

“Great. Loved getting to know the quirky side of you tonight. Maybe we could spend more time together....you know the Pogues and all. We had fun,” He knew he couldn’t stall much longer but he was magnetically drawn.

“Yeah, maybe. Thanks again!” You finally twisted the doorknob and walked inside. Sure enough your father was sitting in his recliner, snoring and about to drop a cigarette that had been burning far too long. So much for him staying up for you.

You couldn’t help but think of everything that JJ had said to you. He seemed like a very genuine guy. You wanted to be near him all the time because he’s hot and he made you feel stable, like the deck of the boat in between waves. He was the one for you.

Now to just convince the parents to let you spend time with him....this should be fun.

Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading my first imagine :)) hope you all like it!! Should I do a Part 2?

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maybankslover · 3 years ago

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In your arms- JJ Maybank

JJ Maybank x bff!reader

warnings: Friends to lovers, mixed feelings, fluff. English isn't my first language.

Summary: "Can I sleep with you?" and "I like you being in my arms."

I don't know how long i had been asleep when Y/n's soft voice took me out of it. "J?"

"mhmm Y/n/n?." I murmur opening my eyes. "What's wrong sunshine?."

"I was wondering if I." She pauses and loon at the floor before talking again. "Can I sleep with you?." Her voice is so low that I barely hear her but I do, a little smile on her face when I say yes and open my sheets for her to get in.

"Nightmares?." I already know the answer, before she even tells me yes, what she does and she adds that Kie "Took all the space on the pull out couch." My arms wrap around her waist, allowing her to rest her head on the crock of my neck. Just how she likes.

My heart feels like it'll brust out of my chest.

"I like you being in my arms." It comes out of my mouth so soft that it surprises me, but this is a side of me that only she can get.

"I like being in your arms J." Y/n mumbles while leaving a tiny kiss on my neck and falling asleep.

#jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank imagines #obx #jj maybank x reader #maybankslover #outer banks #jjxreader #maybankxreader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x bff #cute #fluff jj maybank

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grapejuicestyless · 2 months ago

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I Am So Full Of Love

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: JJ Maybank never liked Kiara’s girlfriend, or so it seemed, she never expected him to care so much once she was gone, and he never expected her to miss him the same.(Mentions of coming to terms with sexuality and confusion and guilt.)

“I couldn’t do that to her.” Kiara explained as delicately as she could without being consumed by her own guilt.

But how can you gently explain to anyone how you’ve just lost the love of your life because you were too immature to be what she needed.

Y/n was a kind soul, deeply understanding and empathetic to everyone, no matter the background. While to others, the cut and figure eight were a clear divide between societies on the island, the rich, and the poor, the good and the great, she never once looked at the brand on her friends clothes or shamed someone for the amount of money in their pocket. She was simplicity, she was sweetness.

As good and pure as she was, she was also incredibly naive.

Naive, that was the word anyone would have used to describe her. Because she didn’t see the point of the divide between Kooks and Pogues, it also meant that Y/n fell for cruel peoples even crueler actions, and never once complained about the injustices that she faced.

Y/n never complained, and she took what she was given with a smile, even if what she was given was really nothing at all.

“I loved her, how could I not? She was everything I’d ever hoped for when I was younger. I spent every single math class watching the back of her head for years, praying that one day she would look back and just see me. It would be unfair for me to keep her away from a life she deserves simply because I love her.”

Kiara was right in the end, and everyone knew she was. She couldn’t offer anything to Y/n, and while her girlfriend readily gave, and gave, and gave, there was only so much to give before there was nothing left. Kiara recognized the signs of the burn out between them long ago, how Y/n seemed to scramble to find something more precious to give to her, how she devoted each part of herself to Kiara so willingly despite the risks, and Kiara watched as she ran out of love to spare, and her goals overtook her relationship. Her journey became more important than her heart, and she knew it would be unkind to string along someone whose heart was ten times too big for her chest.

“How did she take it?” Sarah asked quietly, leaning closer to the burning fire that everyone sat around. Kiara pulled her feet beneath her thighs, shifting in the old camping chair.

“She didn’t really say anything, actually. I mean, I wasn’t expecting a screaming match or crocodile tears, but, I thought she might have something to say to me. I did love her, I do love her, I did this for her. I at least deserved to hear some kind of goodbye.”

Kiara recalled her reluctant goodbye. One she never dreamed of saying. She used to swear on every star that if it were to end, it would be on her lovers terms. She never imagined she would be the one to cause her dearest Y/n to wander the county with a broken hearted gaze and an empty chest.

But thats the way life goes, and unfortunately for the couple, they were victims to unforeseen circumstances.

Kiara recalled how happy Y/n looked as she knocked on her front door, flowers in her hands, freshly picked on her way over simply because that’s who Y/n was, a girl who loved to give things to people just because she appreciated them. She was glowing, absolutely bursting with a vibrancy Kiara would always miss, but one that was no longer hers. Her knuckles that were stained green and the nails brushed with pollen. She was the sweetest spring after a nasty winter.

She remembered how Y/n wasn’t even the slightest bit skeptical or concerned when Kiara frowned and asked to speak to her. How Y/n sat and rubbed her back when she started to cry, her head laid in Y/n’s lap. In her lap. She cried and choked out apologies before killing her off, pulling away finally to end it and crush her girlfriend’s heart.

Her back was left cold as Y/n pulled away from her like she was poison, her touch distant and cold, and her eyes holding a thousand questions she would never ask.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry. I love you, I’m sorry.” She swore, and the girl simply looked like she was still puzzling the pieces together.

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.” She had assured Kiara, and in a sudden burst of emotion, wrapped her arms around her in a soul crushing hug. The sound of her lungs deflating and her heart cracking would haunt Kiara in her sleep for years, she knew it as soon as she let Y/n love her goodbye.

That was all that was shared between the pair before Y/n slipped away, the flowers still clasped tightly in her palms, the thorns stabbing into her skin at how tightly she began to grip them.

“At least someone got what they wanted though, right?” Kiara laughed bitterly and looked to JJ who sat across from her, seemingly processing the fact that this meant the bubbly girl wouldn’t be coming around anymore.

“Sorry?” He looked up from where his arms rested on his knees.

“Y/n won’t be coming around anymore. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Kiara laughed sadly, as if trying to find humor in her loss. Yet, even if Kiara seemed bitter, not even JJ could find any tears in her sad eyes.

“Why would I want that?” He didn’t find it amusing.

“You hated her, didn’t you?” Kiara’s smile faded slightly, as if part of her was hopeful that her friend would find some mean thing to say to make a poor situation better. As if he could find a flaw in her, Kiara could let her go easier.

JJ sat back and thought deeply, and then, when the idea was constructed and confirmed, he bit his tongue.

Sure, he had never been kind to Y/n, but it was never out of pure hatred. Well, maybe in a way it was, but not for the reasons everyone believed he had.

Kiara had been looking at the back of her head in math for years, tossing wads of paper at her to get her attention and writing thoughtful notes to her for her to receive before she even sat down. She slipped her words of affection in her locker, and offered her rides after school just to be closer to her.

Kiara chased what she wanted and got it, she had it. But what she failed to notice was how JJ’s eyes were glued to the same girls head from another side.

JJ had been watching her since they were kids. It wasn’t just because she was pretty, or kind, but because even in the darkest of times, she was always looking at the brightness of the future.

He’d been watching patiently from beside her in math class, always avoiding her watchful eyes and instead playing it off like he was looking out the window. Some days, when she was late to class, he would subtly scoot his desk closer to hers, and against his better judgment, he would silently hope Kiara wouldn’t come to class so he could partner with her.

But Kiara had her first, all because he had been too scared to get too close. Because in his mind, she was too good to be true, and he would rather live his life believing that than try and find out if he was wrong.

That’s why he hated her. Not because she was annoying, or naive, or too happy. But because every time he saw her, she reminded him of how much of a coward he was.

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

Days passed, and dust sat in silence while pollen gathered on rusted window sills. A mark from her jean shorts stained JJ’s window. The heart stitched into the back pocket rubbed against the worn down wood. From all the times she’d tried to mend something that was never broken. Now, he sat and wondered quietly if he had let her in and stopped searching for answers he wasn’t meant to find, if she would ever stop by again to say hi.

He missed her. He figured everyone did, but despite Kiara’s broken heart, he still selfishly believed he missed her the most.

At first he didn’t get it, the hollow feeling in his chest, the stuttering heartbeats and the shallow breathing. How he constantly found himself tossing and turning only to wake up in a cold sweat at the loss of her image in his dreams, how her nose was never quite right, how he forgot all the parts of her he swore he’d never forget, how everything was fucked over nothing at all. He never had her, she wasn’t his so it made no sense to him.

It got so bad, he took himself to the library. The fucking library. And he searched for answers he was desperate to find. The computers were boxy and dusty, but worked faster and didn’t store memory like the one at John B’s house. He looked over his shoulders, partially embarrassed by how driven he was by the loss of a girl he had just told everyone he hated. But JJ Maybank never knew when to stop, so he dug and dug and dug until there was nothing but molten lava that burnt his hands. And even then, he never learned to stop.

Grief.

The word that popped up onto his computer screen.

Deep sorrow; the experience of coping with loss.

Funny enough, he’d recognized it immediately. He didn’t need the definition. He’d known it all his life, and he’d heard it on her tongue. How she grieved their friendship that never was. He recalls the first of her many visits he took for granted.

He wishes he had reached out, held her hand, even if it wasn’t his to hold. He wanted to feel the softness of her skin against the roughness of his palms and feel the sickness lessen in his skin where it rotted.

He recalled her like the softest thing that ever was, a gentle reminder that when winter passed, spring has to come, that the bad is only temporary. And still he had grit his teeth and bit her neck like a scared dog whenever what he lost got to comfortable.

“I’m not…I’m not into girls.” She spoke softly, her knees tucked beneath her thighs, her jean shorts pressed against the old windowsill. Her voice was soft, scared, tender. The first of many confessions in an old bedroom that belonged to neither of them. The first of many attempts for her kindness to break through his resentment and dreams of a clandestine arrangement.

“That’s bullshit.” JJ snorted bitterly, but the sadness in her eyes made his sharp tongue bleed with how hard he bit down on it. His eyes softened, her node was red. She seemed torn.

“Or, maybe I don’t know. All I’ve ever wanted was a man. That’s all I’ve ever known…but then she kisses me, really kisses me and she touches me like she doesn’t just want what’s between my legs and I think maybe she’s all I’ve ever wanted.” She smiles, her vision unfocused and stuck to the carvings JJ engraved with the edge of his blade.

He wants to tell her he could touch her like that, because when he imagines their arrangement that be desires so bad, he doesn’t list after her like the others. He has no desire to place his hands down her thighs, but rather to lay his head between her breasts and listen to the gentle beat of her heart, to let his hair tickle her chin as they fall asleep entangled in their warm little affection.

But he doesn’t, because she’s scared, and Kiara’s the first to ever change her perspective. To make her wonder if theres more to her heart than just boys, and all he wants is to so badly brush her cheek and kiss away her phantom tears.

“You don’t have to know.” He surprises himself with the gentleness of his voice. Despite his jealousy, his dark disease that rots away under his skin, he masks his anger with a deeper sadness that reflects as numbness across his angry face.

Her eyes flicker up to meet his, and a smile spreads across her face. A smile he so dearly adores.

“What if I don’t ever know?” She asks like he would know, and he doesn’t. Not because he can’t wonder, but because all he’s ever known is her.

“You will.” He promises. His fingers twitch. He almost touches her. Almost. But fear stops him, and instead he lets his stomach twist up in a disgustingly deep grief, a feeling he was so familiar with when it came to losing her he forgot what it felt like because it was all he’d come to know.

“Will you look at me any differently?” She asks timidly. She reaches out to brush the blonde curl out of his face. Her skin is warm, and she rests her palm on his shoulder before sliding it down to interlock their fingers.

She’s like a deer. A shy, but beautiful little thing. Soft and sweet, but destructive when you hit it. He wants to touch her back, but he knows the destruction he would cause. He wants to tease her, but the tears in her eyes scare him, and instead he is forced to share the honesty that he wishes he never spoke.

“How could I ever?”

He thinks of her always, and his fingers twitch, yearning to close the distance between them. He wonders if he she wonders about his sickness too.

She does. Of course she does. She see’s him in everything she does. The waves at the beach, she swears he’s there beneath the barrel of the water, his blonde locks poking out as he crashes down towards the shore. The softness of his usually rough voice. The bitterness in his comments, how he teased her and yelled and tossed his arms around like he could ever scare her.

She looks at him in passing. Wishes math class was still a constant so she could keep scooting her chair closer to his. She wanted him so badly, yearned for his affection, even if it was in private, yet publicly Kiara has swept her away. So she kept her touch fleeting and her eyes wandering.

Everyday she prayed the sickness would be sucked out of her, the way her bones seemed to ache whenever he was away. How could she love someone so mean to her? Yet, she always had, and in their stolen math class glances, secretly she wishes he had asked her first, and instead of the fading scent of Kiara’s sweet perfume she’d grown fond of, it could be the clean scent of his deodorant smeared across her sheets as their limbs became a tender entanglement of sweat and laughter on a hot summer day.

She walks past the docks by the chateau, where the old fishing boat bobbed in the water on calm days like today, and fishing rods lean against rotting wood to dry. Water drips rhythmically, and her eyes catch the building puddle beneath a rusted bucket that rings with every droplet.

Her body hits something hard, a softness cushioning the collision and a soft grunt sounding in the air. She stumbles back, yet a pair of large, rough hands grip her hands so securely, she finds her footing easily.

“Still clumsy I see.” He taunts, and when their eyes lock, it’s the same teasing glance she had been missing so desperately.

“JJ.” She breathes like he’s an angel sent from heaven. Like suddenly the air was clearer.

“Surprised you still remember me, sunshine. Thought Kiara had shaken me out of you.” He grins like a dork, and though the mention of an ex-lover that had ripped out her heart should have hurt, especially with how hard and vulnerable she had loved Kiara, it didn’t. The sting was masked by the swelling in her chest that only ever came when he was around.

“You have a face I could never forget.” She smiles, and her wide eyes search the slope of his nose and the curve of his cheeks. Her sweetness that he cherished so deeply catches him off guard, the warmth from her lips a foreign language from how much time had been stolen from them.

He clears his throat in an attempt to pass the lump.

“You miss me so much you had to come stalk me?” He lifts a brow, and for the first time since she can recall, maybe even since Kiara had ripped her heart out and left nothing but numbness in her ribs, she lets out a laugh. A real, honest laugh. She can’t be surprised though, she can’t recall a time JJ hadn’t made her laugh.

“Maybe I was just reminiscing on our math days. Muscle memory to come bring you your homework I guess.” She smiled brightly, and for a moment, JJ let his act slip, and the teasing smirk became a soft grin.

There was a beat of silence, and then, a deep breath that escaped between her pink lips.

“It’s just nice to get out, you know? It’s been a long couple weeks and I just missed the area. It feels weirdly safe even knowing it doesn’t belong to me, but her.”

JJ thought it was an odd thought to have, how in just barely two weeks a person can completely commit to wiping away their sacred moments at the expense of another. How readily she accepted that she could no longer enjoy the same flowers he did because they were Kiara’s first, and in her mind, she would always let Kiara be happier than she was even if it wasn’t her fault.

He hummed, and his hand twitched the same way it used to when her jeans marked his windowsill. He sighed and looked out at the small boat and the fishing rod he had laid out for this afternoon.

JJ felt something pull at his chest, the way Y/n swayed on her feet like she would turn and leave with her tail between her legs the minute he raised his arm and pointed towards the dirt roads. But as much as he played the part, he would never be that guy, and he never could be.

“Why don’t you come with me today.” He suggested, though, it wasn’t really a question, more like he was telling Y/n she was coming with him.

She looked surprised, her thumb picking at her nails on her pinkies and her lip tugged beneath her teeth.

“JJ, if this is a sympathy thing, really I don’t need it I can just go home.” She began waving her arms around like a mad woman, pointing in directions that made no sense even to her in her flustered state.

JJ raised his pointer and pressed it against her pink lips. They were softer than he recalled from all the times he used to cup his palm over her mouth when her giggles became too bubbly and loud, and sometimes even infectious.

“No, I want you to come. So come.” He nodded, looking at her through his brows, his head tilted down as he pretended to roll his eyes. If only he could have felt the girlish excitement she felt at his sincere words.

“Okay, yeah, I’d like that.” She smiled, her voice softer than before.

For once, when his hand twitched he followed it, and his fingers wrapped around hers tightly, engulfing her palm in his hand. He was bigger than her in all ways, except maybe emotionally, and in some weird way, wanted nothing more than to help her despite feeling sorry for himself.

JJ stole glances as he led Y/n down the dock, his lovesick expression hidden by the way the breeze blew his beach blonde girls over his face. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and kiss her until all she knew were his lips, but that wasn’t fair to her, and he knew it was especially not fair to Kiara, who had been quieter with each passing day. So he pushed it down, and prayed it would go away for just a moment of clarity.

The boat rocked steadily on the water. JJ sat in the back behind the wheel while she sat by the front, the wind blowing her hair back like some cheesy romance movie. The sun hit her skin, sinking in against her freckles and speckling the highlights in her hair. She looked perfect, she looked different, like she carried a sadness so complex, for once JJ didn’t know how to dissect it.

He stopped the boat when he got so far out, nobody could hear them, as if for this very moment in time, they were just a distant memory on the shore.

She stared out at the waves with a thoughtful expression, and JJ wanted to know how to stick his fingers between the curves of her brain.

“Whats going on in that head of yours?” He asked softly, standing up to sit down across from her. Like always, she tucked her legs under her, and sat as small as she could despite the vast space around her she had to stretch out.

She stayed quiet for a moment, and then bit her lip. It was weird, JJ thought it was weird because he knew that look, she showed him her full hand of cards and she hadn’t even realized it because JJ knew that tick. He knew her throat was burning and he knew how badly she longed for the feeling of togetherness that had been missing since Kiara let her walk away.

“I’m just…I’m angry.” She confesses softly. “And I’m not sure if I have the right to be.”

Her eyes met JJ’s, and even now as shes beginning to come undone he swears she only gets more beautiful.

“It’s just so confusing sometimes. It took me so long to come to terms with the fact that I like girls the way I like boys and…I had nobody to tell me it was alright that I was scared. Kiara was already so sure of herself, and I couldn’t tell anyone else because nobody would understand. I felt like maybe I was sick or something. Like I was a problem because I should be proud of it, and everyone should know but I was just figuring it out myself and…maybe I wasn’t ready but I just loved her so damn much.” The truth came spilling out like hot lava, her fear, her acceptance and her pride for her sexuality, yet the loneliness of having not a single hand to hold and the all consuming feelings of utter affection for the woman that opened her eyes.

“Afraid?” JJ couldn’t help but ask. A sob ripped through her throat.

“All I’ve ever wanted was what I’ve been told. A nice house, a husband that loves me and children to care for. I want a real career with a fulfilling reward like a doctor or a scientist. But all of a sudden maybe I don’t because maybe my husband’s my wife and the children don’t exist because all I see is myself traveling the world with Kiara leading the way.” She talks nonsense, her eyes closed while the backs of her wrists work to keep the tears from slipping down her cheeks.

“And it terrifies me because at the same time, all I want is this stupid boy to look at me the way I look at him and I wonder if I really love Kiara or if I love the way she loves me. And I’m guilty all the time, and then just as I’m figuring everything out and spending my time picking flowers for the girl I love more than anyone in the world, she lays her head in my lap and tells me she doesn’t want me anymore.” Her rambling keeps going until it bubbles into desperate breaths and shaky hands. JJ can’t help but reach out for her and pull her in close.

“And the worst part is I’m not sure if I can even feel sorry for her because the whole time while I’m painting rainbows down my arms and finally loving who I love, I’ve been loving this boy too.” She breathes, and suddenly, the tears stop.

“Because as much as I loved her, I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

JJ freezes, he thinks for a moment he hasn’t heard her right. The same sweet, gentle Y/n who cried about loving Kiara so deeply, who lived in confusion and fear over labeling things she wasn’t ready to label, the same girl who he sat next to every day in math class wishing her lips would be on his had just confessed six words he never thought he’d actually hear.

“What?” He nearly mouthed, all the air struck out of his lungs.

“I love you, JJ Maybank.” She says dejectedly, her shoulders slumping and her cheeks stained from her tears. “And I love Kiara Carrera too.”

They sat in silence for a moment, and then, JJ’s eyes met her.

“Do you remember when you asked me if I’d look at you differently when you first started figuring out you were into girls too?” JJ asked softly. Y/n nodded, wiping her face.

“I told you I wouldn’t, and I meant it. I love you more than anything in this world, as much as I give you shit. Who you love can never change that, because you are so alive and full of it, how could I even try to act differently towards you?” He meant every word.

Neither of them saw her love life as something to be ashamed of. But rather, just a different kind of love, a good different. Maybe JJ wasn’t like her in that sense, maybe he couldn’t like boys and girls like she could, but he knew Y/n and he knew Kiara and he knew just how special both of them were. The people they took to bed could never change his perception of them, and so to see Y/n struggle so deeply after losing the person who made her see who she truly was hurt his heart.

“I have loved you since before I knew what love even was. And I’ll keep loving you until I forget it too.” He confessed, his hands now cupping her jaw so tenderly, holding her together like she might break.

“You are perfect, and I’ve been grieving just the thought of you gone, I can’t imagine how you can’t see how perfect you are too.”

JJ wasn’t the sentimental type, he didn’t have a way with words or know what to say at the right time, but he always knew how to help her, he knew her, and he loved her just like she loved him, and just how she once loved Kiara.

Between heavy breaths, her lips connected with his, a soft, hesitant kiss that you rarely see in the movies, just testing out the waters like it might kill her to swim deeper. But he kissed her back, and pulled her in tightly until her body had to uncurl and wrap around him instead.

When they pulled apart, all he saw was her, and all she tasted was him.

“Will you look at me differently now?” Y/n asked, her voice timid just like it had been all those months ago.

JJ shook his head.

“No, because I’ve always looked at you this way.”

Authors Note: I don’t usually put authors notes at the end of these short writing but I felt this was very important. As someone who has very openly explored their sexuality and experienced periods of time where they felt scared or anxious about figuring it out, it’s okay to not know, and nobody will judge you for not putting a label on anything yet. It’s so important to remember that we all love the same, and it’s such a tender and vulnerable thing to experience. Don’t ever let anyone’s judgment dictate who you decide to love, there’s always someone out there who will support you, maybe you just haven’t met them yet! If anyone is struggling or needs someone to talk to, my inbox is always open and I am always so happy and willing to chat. :) Happy early pride month to all who celebrate!

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years ago

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Dating JJ Maybank includes:

- surfing surfing surfing

- even if you dont know how to surf you'll wake up early in the morning to watch him surf

- it's like a must at this point

- if its not everyday, then its at least 4 times a week...

- late night visits odfknklfzv

- he'd just randomly knock on your bedroom window at 10pm just to steal a kiss from you

- if you were feeling generous you'd let him stay for a while

-...or for the night

*knock* *knock*

"JJ! what are you doing here?"

"just came to make sure my girl is getting her beauty sleep. oh would you look at that! she's awake, now come on!"

*lifts you up and flops on the bed*

- i dont know why, but he gets so so soft when you guys cuddle

"you're so warm mmhm" and he snuggles further into your chest

- he'd mumble incoherent words since he always laying on tops of you

"i mishhed ya so mushhch today"

"your shhweater is very comfy"

"can we stay like this forever? pleashhe"

- he'd get so grumpy once you stop playing with his hair, oh my god

- either its because you wanted to grab something or send a quick text, the pout is there in a millisecond

"y/nnnn" whining his ass off until you comb his hair again

- he loves loves lovessss giving you massages

- whenever you were stressed about school or studying, without any context, he'd get up and sit behind you doing wonders with his hands (not in that way u horny mfs)

"you okay, baby?"

"yeah yeah im fine, math is just pissing me off" you sighed, aggressively flipping through the pages. suddenly, you felt hands on your shoulders and your chair going backwards.

JJ pushed you infront so he could sit down behind you and placed you on top of him, slowly massaging the tight knots on your aching back.

"thank you"

"anytime" and he kissed your shoulder.

- oh yes. JJ LOVES to hear you gossip about the petty girls in school. since he usually skips classes, he's not present when the dramatic confrontations happen

- but he'd get so into it. his eyes would widen, and he'd absentmindedly move forward as if he could hear your words better, and he'd gasp everytime you spill the tea.

*major dramatic adorable gasp* "jessica said WHAT?"

"I KNOW RIGHT? and she even heard a rumor from aaron that he heard from veronica that she heard from haley that she heard from ALLISON that he never really liked chloe AND HE CONTINUED DANCING WITH ALLISON THE ENTIRE NIGHT"

*another major dramatic adorable gasp* "NO WAY" he gulped "THAT SON OF A BITCH"

"I KNOW"

- holding hands

- idk if you could tell

- but JJ loves holding hands ofposdpo

- its the simplest way for him to say he loves you

- especially when he squeeze your hands 3 times every once in a while when you guys get lost in a conversation with someone

- its him telling you that he's here and you're never leaving his mind

- he'd spank you for no reason always giving you a shit eating grin after

- and its so A N N O Y I N G

- omg dont get me stAaAaaArted on hugs and kisses and cuddles and every form of affection ever

- not only did it surprise you, but it surprised JJ himself of how affectionate he is

- not in a lust kind of way but in a loving, comforting kind of way

- holding you by the waist at all times

- slightly gripping you a bit harder when some guy randomly talks- flirts with you (JJ is determined by it but you shrug it off)- to you

- he loves holding you (with both hands) by your waist and resting his head on your shoulder

- especially in the morning, when he forces you to go to the beach with him, just staring at the sunrise.

- it was definitely worth it.

"look at those birds" you pointed at he birds flying away just above the shining horizon, hugging your boyfriend's arms that were wrapped around your shoulders "they look..so free" you sighed, closing your eyes.

"that'll be us one day, babe" he rested his head on the crook of your neck, kissing it occasionally.

- one of his favourite cuddling positions is when he has his arms wrapped loosely around your lower stomach while you hugged him like a koala with a leg draped over his torso

- makes his heart flutter more than he shamefully admits. but hey, its you we're talking abt.

- or when he suddenly flops on top of you (not throwing all his weight on you of course) and lay on top of you, both hands wrapping around you like he's hugging a teddy bear as his legs were in between yours.

- he'd normally do this when he's sad or when he gets in a fight with his dad. there's just something about being wrapped by your arms and inhaling your scent that feels so safe and comforting for him.

"hard day" your voice was soft, your fingers brushed his golden locks

"a little" he sniffled quietly, hugging you tighter

- his little kisses

- omg the one where you're listening to your teachers rant about how much shit you guys have to do now that your 'older' and he'd take your hand under the desk, which gets your attention

- you'd look at him and he'd give you these 'you'll be okay' smiles, then kisses your knuckles repeatedly to assure you.

- it would always warm the pogues hearts, kie and pope would look at eachother with a pout and John B would smile at his best friend.

- now the pogues wont admit it, but they ship you. they're definitely the captains of the ship

- oh my god how can i forget?

- you can't date JJ without his friends annoying the shit out of him!

- well its not like JJ ever dated before

- maybe thats why they annoy him even more

"aww look at JJ getting all soft"

"yeah im sorry, man, but it does not look good on you"

"cUdDle CudDleS cUddLeS"

- they'd mock and mock and mock

- maybe that's why he would make sure no one was home before he goes all soft mode

- he'd get so nervous when meeting your parents

-well to his friend's he'd shrug it off as if it's nothing

- that was until it was the day before meeting them he woke them up and ranted his ass off about how unprepared and terrified as shit

- you sensed it immediately the day of and told him everything will be alright, holding his hands reassuringly

"im wayy too overdressed, babe. this is itchy!!!" JJ whined scratching his neck

"for the last time maybank, ITS A GODDAMN FLANNEL"

- eating out at 2 in the morning>>>>>>>>>

- well you started it but now JJ loves it

- at first he got pissed, wanting his beauty sleep but he obviously agreed to it.

- but now anytime he couldn't sleep or felt hungry. he'd nudge you awake and ask what you wanna order from McDolnalds this time.

- you guys would try a bunch of fast food places that are opened 24hrs

-one time you guys tried sushi...

- i mean it was delicious, but do not recommend eating it at 2 in the fucking MORNING

- now back to the sappy shit

- he'd look at you so differently than when he looks at others

- he even never looked at his loved ones like that

- that's when he knew there was something different about you

- and every time he tried to ignore it

- the voice in his head always wins

- let's go back to the first time he said the L word shall we?

"so yeah, the whales looked so adorable! you should've seen them kie!"

"ugh why didn't you force me to come dipshit!"

"well im sorry for caring about your grades and your space idiot!" y/n shot back, snorting causing kie to laugh with her.

- all JJ did was stare, look at her, admire her, it was addicting.

- he admired how passionate and attached she was with the ocean

- how her eyes sparkled

- how her smile radiated so much comfort energy that it made him subconsciously smile.

-all he heard was

i love you

- over and over again in his head.

when kie excused herself to the bathroom y/n looked at him, she was smiling coz why not? i mean she's with her friends and boyfriened, the weather was to die for, and she just witnessed a family of whales swimming. life was perfect, and she was glowing.

"what?" she chuckled nervously

i love you

"i love you"

i love you

i lov-

"what?" her smile stretched, eyes widened in disbelief

"what?" JJ looked at her confused, he didn't say anythi- shit.

"i said that out loud didn't i" he closed his eyes and prayed to the god he never believed in to let the ground swallow him whole.

- but you literally jumped on him and kissed him.

- you kissed him

and kissed him

saying i love you between each one.

- THE JJ maybank confessed his love for a girl

"y-you do?" HIS eyes widened this time, smile slightly

*slap on the back of his head* "of course i do, dipshit" you retorted, causing both of you to break out in laughter

- and ever since then, he could't stop saying it!

- dropping you off at class

"bye babe, i love you" he says so casually and effortlessly. like you guys were together for years

- in the middle of class

*nudges your shoulder* ''babe'' he whispered''

''whats?'' you replied, annoyed.

''i love you'' he said kissing your cheek before the teacher notices and goes straight to his notes leaving you a blushing mess.

- when you're making food

- when he's surfing

- when you're texting

- literally anytime any place and any where

- and you wouldn't change a thing about it.

#jj x you #fluff #imagines #jj fanfiction #jj texts #jj fic #jj x reader fluff #peanutbutter writing #jj maybankxreader #jj maybank x reader #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 4 years ago

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"here, eat up"

⤷ Y/n was working with Kie at The Wreck and the boys decided to eat there the same time her shift started to tease her, but she was too tired to joke back

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Status: best best friends

warning: mentions of not eating the whole day (putting this out there just in case. now i do not tolerate this behaviour, pls eat and never starve yourself even if your late for smthg or not feeling like it, its important. anyways enjoy reading! enjoy eating! enjoy being yourself! and go kick some ass in wtv you're doing <33)

wc: 2.2k

*now i know The Wreck serves seafood but for the sake of this story they serve hot dogs too fjdksskk*

"Y/N TABLE 24!" Kie shouted over the cashier pointing at the table that needs to be served, y/n's stomach was grumbling, her head throbbing at whatever sound that was higher than speaking range. "bitch" she whispered to her friends, eyes closed from the headache

"what" kie whispered back, her eyes full of concern

"i told you i have a headache" she spat, her hands rubbing her forehead trying to soothe the pain

"oh shit, sorry. is it really that bad?" kie smiled sympathetically.

"well, yeah i barely slept and-" she was about to continue her rambling when the bell dinged, signalling them that new customers arrived. both of the girls eyes shot up to the door to be met by their annoying ass friends with shit eating grins

"oh you've got to be kidding me" kie rolled her eyes "what are you guys doing here?" she glared and the boys and sarah.

"uhm, we want to eat, now is that a way to welcome a customer?" JJ asked, putting his hand on his heart acting as if he was offended causing the rest of the group to do the same. the thing is, the group loves to joke around and tease eachother all the time. normally, y/n would fire back a comeback or playfully hit his head but she was too tired to do so, so she just rolled her eyes and went to her table

"whats up with her" John B asked point at y/n obviously faking her smile at the customers as she was writing their orders, the customers didn't know that but her friends knew her too well.

"she was studying all night" kie spoke typing something on the cash register.

"oh" the group nodded in understanding, they knew their beloved y/n. always trying to be the best, and working hard is basically her motto in life, that's why she fits well with the group. especially JJ. they've been best friends for a while. her personality and determinations mixed with his easiness and care free self fits so well like puzzle pieces, they balance eachother out and even though JJ isn't well with coping with his feelings or showing them, he makes sure she gets the appreciation she deserves. for example, now.

the group sat on the table, John B and sarah facing the ocean view while JJ and pope sat on the opposite side. pope didn't want to sit next to the lovesick couple, even though sitting on the opposite side wont do any better, he'd just like to think it does. but JJ chose that spot so he could check on his exhausted best friend, just in case something happened. another one of JJ's qualities, is his protectiveness over the people he cares about. but he's a little more protective over y/n, even though he wont admit it, its true.

after y/n served her designated table she went to serve her other customers that kie assigned for her. her friends. she didnt mind since she needed some positivity in her shitty mood, and she can always count on her friends for that.

"sup dipshits, what do you guys want?" she slid on the seat next to JJ, pulling out her pen and pad from her pocket while JJ absentmindedly stretched out his right arm to hug her shoulders.

"wow" John B spoke "what a way to talk to a customer" he continued the joke from a few minutes ago, snickering. while sarah clapped.

"oh piss off, im trying to be nice here" she scoffed

"oh, this is called being nice?" pope continued

"i guess so" sarah spoke

"you guys seriously don't know when to shut up, huh?" y/n rolled her eyes, smiling at her idiot of a friend group.

after taking their orders, which took longer then than the usual time of ordering, she gave the slip to kie since she was going to the kitchen. as she was waiting for their meal to come, she prepared their drinks and served a couple of other tables. her body getting tired with every step, her back was tense, feet cramping, and mood obviously sour. but she needed to push through it, she only had a 2 hours left till her shift is over.

"here guys" y/n served the drinks to her friends, sarah and pope ordered sprite while John B and JJ took a couple of beers. y/n passed john B and sarahs drinks first since they were closer, hugging John B and obviously kissing sarahs cheek (its a simple gesture the girls do all the time), causing both of them to laugh. then she served pope and JJ's drinks, giving pope a hug from the back to which he reciprocated the gesture by touching her arms that were hung loosely around his shoulders.

"don't i get a kiss" JJ teased, pouting his lips jokingly making kissing sounds, y/n rolled her eyes at her childish best friend and smacked the back of his head causing him to groan "ow" he whined "you know i was joking!" he pouted, rubbing his head trying to soothe the sudden pain

"oh, you baby" now it was y/n's turn to tease him, but nonetheless she kissed his cheek which also caught him by surprise since he didn't expected it after being swatted in the back of his head, his cheeks flamed pink as he tried to supress the stupid grin on his face.

but his smile slowly turned into a frown when he heard the sound of grumbling "have you eaten today?" JJ turned to y/n, his eye brows furrowing not wanting to believe what he was thinking, has she not eaten today at all? no, maybe she just ate breakfast early and couldn't eat lunch due to her shift, JJ's thoughts kept swirling around his head, with every thought he assumed the worst.

"i told you, i was studying all night. i barely came here on time" she whispered, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, when it clearly is.

"what do you mean you couldn't ea- okay, your shift is over get your ass down and finish my beer, actually no, don't drink that on an empty stomach get yourself a bottle of water and DRINK" he shooed her, but she wouldn't budge

"i can't! some new inspectors are coming at any moment, maybe they've already arrived! i dont know! so i cant just eat and drink whenever i want to" she hissed, looking around the restaurant to see if there are any new faces or most importantly, her boss. coz if he saw her spending one more minute at that table he'll kick the squad out for distracting her.

JJ wouldn't take no for an answer, so he signalled John B to give him his backpack and took out a bottle of water. "take it" he said extending his arm for her to take the bottle

"JJ i just told you i can't- and look kie's dad is literally scanning the place i don't want to be the one ruining this for him" she tried to reason with him, once she saw that her boss was looking at her she immediately took out her pen and pad acting as if she was writing down something for the table, JJ obviously looked at where she was looking at to see Mr Carrera, so he played along and opened the bottle and drank a bit.

once he saw that kie's dad left, he yanked y/n to sit next to him and lifted the bottle to her lips "drink" he said sternly, now y/n knew her best friend, she wasn't the only one with determination, so rolling her eyes, she gave in and opened her mouth slowly drinking from his water bottle. this wasn't weird for the pair. they've always been comfortable around eachother, more so than others. they always share their foods with eachother, especially when they were trying something different, what he liked about y/n is that she shamelessly admits that she loves food, like more than most girls would.

she could literally stuff her whole face and she wouldn't be embarrassed of it, even if it was infront of the 3 boys, or infront anyone in general.

after drinking a couple of sips, she pulled away, savouring the feeling of the cold water going down her throat. "thank you" she whispered, giving JJ one last kiss, on the cheek of course, before slipping out of the benches to go serve other customers. never failing to make her best friend blush, as always.

15 minutes later, it was time to serve their foods, so y/n walked up to them again, a warm smile tugged on her lips as she remembered what her caring best friends did. He was always this caring with her, and it always made her heart leap.

"here you go" she did her round of serving to the table, each face was funnier from the other, you could tell they were starving! stuffing their faces the second the plate hit the table. what surprised her is how JJ was suspiciously calm? he was picking out some topping off his hot dog which he normally doesn't do, picky eater. as y/n was walking away again, JJ called out her name and gestured for her to come back.

"here, eat up" he took his hot dog off his plate moved it closer to her mouth, opening his mouth, silently telling her to do the same. but she couldn't, goddammit JJ she thought

"JJ you know i cant eat right now!" she scoffed, she was annoyed on the outside but her heart was exploding on the inside.

"what? you haven't eaten all day coz of your stubborn ass trying to be Einstein or some shit, Mr. Carrera isn't here, and i took out (a hot dog topping you don't like) coz i know you don't like it" he smiled genuinely as if he was proud of himself, he knew she couldn't resist his 'sweet innocent smile' that's how he made her do some crazy shit that were definitely dangerous but created beautiful memories. sighing dramatically she gave in muttering a quick "fuck you" under her breath, no doubt about him hearing it since his grin grew 100 times wider.

he basically shoved the whole hot dog to her face, quickly getting a napkin to wipe off the ketchup before Mr Carrera would see anything. "atta girl" he took a bite off the hot dog slowly beginning to relax. y/n was pouting, playfully glaring at JJ for him winning but grateful nonetheless, and he knew that. "see? it wasn't so bad" he shrugged, extending the hotdog for her to take another bite but then catching her boss in the corner of his eye immediately retracting it and taking a bite again.

"that was close" she hissed "but thank you" she smiled, leaning in and kissing him. like really kissing him! startling the both of them. when she realized what she was absentmindedly doing, she pulled away but not in JJ's watch. he kissed back hovering over her slightly, hand going to her waist pulling her closer as the other cupped her left cheek deepening the kiss. after a few seconds they pulled away, eyes both wide in disbelief. he couldn't stop looking at her, his heart was practically exploding by the time he saw her smile growing.

"i think i should be thanking you" he grinned causing her to punch his shoulder lightly, suddenly getting shy from his presence. taking her tray she waved at the group, cheeks burning as she realized that the group was watching the whole thing. "bye" she squeaked, sprinting to the kitchen. gasping slightly from the running her face broke out into another gorgeous smile. she squealed as she took everything in.

while JJ was being mobbed by his friends teasing him and asking him all sorts of stupid questions, ignoring all of them, just thinking about her soft lips on his, already craving it her touch again.

"i dont think i've ever seen JJ blush before?" sarah commented, smirking at the flustered boy that was playing with his hat nervously.

"me neither" John B continued

"my theory is correct, JJ Maybank does become a softie to a girl he actually likes" pope raised his finger dramatically.

"yeah stop being soft man, it doesn't look good on you" John B snickered to which JJ flipped him off

"shut up"

ive been so caught up in school that i finished this in 2 weeks 😭 2 WEEKS and yes and its rushed since i have to go study anyways hope you guys enjoyed it and feel free to request smthg!

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years ago

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Sunset till Sunrise

Requested

pairing: JJ Maybank x shy!reader

status: friendss

disclaimer: jumpscares, slight drowning, language, NOT PROOF READ

A.N: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. hope you guys enjoy this one :) ALSO this fic will be edited soon!

II REQUEST FORM II NAVIGATION ||

it was a pretty normal monday; i cleaned my room, did some laundry, and now im finishing up my english homework. i was solely focused on the worksheet infront of me, my headphones blaring all types of music to cheer me up, coz school can sometimes get pretty depressing, when i heard a soft thud. i turned around to see someone at mid-lunge trying to rip my heart alive.

"AHH" i shrieked so loudly the attacker took a huge step away from me, covering their ears, and immediately hit their head on the shelf of the opposite wall muttering a hurt "ow". at this point my headphones were thrown away from how fast i flinched.

the room was dead silent, only my rapid breaths and faint music was heard. quickly, i started searching for a weapon when i came across my blue pen. i opened it and swiftly turned around positioning my pen to the intruder.

"damn, y/n. didn't know you could scream that lou- HEY!" before he could say anything else the pen was already thrown at him. it took me a second to process that his voice belonged to my best friend.

"JJ?!?"

"fuck, YES ITS ME." he rasped, one hand on his head while the other one was on his left eye brow.

. . .

i didn't expect my afternoon would be nursing my best friend who i unintentionally hit in the eye and head.

"ah ah o-ow, y/n/n. ow ow" JJ hissed carefully taking my hand, that was gently dabbing alcohol away from the infected wound. the jackass did scare the shit out of me but i felt extremely bad for what happened; i obviously didn't mean for him to hit his head.

"stop swatting my hand away! i have to clean it before it gets infected, dumbass" i spoke with a hint of edge in my voice.

"relax, y/n. nothing happened its just a little scratch" he smiled reassuringly, immediately picking up on my level of of distress. i sighed deeply and checked it once more.

"something worse could've happed, J. you know how dangerous head injuries are? you could've had a concussion for god's sake!" i said, my voice going a few pitches higher - a sign that im gravely concerned, and of course he noticed.

"hey-" JJ turned around so he could face me. he placed a hand on the bed we were sitting on for support, and the other on my shoulder rubbing small circles for comfort. "im okay" he tilted his head, smiling. making my stomach drop and heart flutter. it was no secret i had a crush on the infamous JJ Maybank. i mean how could i not?

he was kind, sweet, and...fun. i can't remember a time i've laughed harder than i have with JJ. JJ and i've been friends since we were in diapers, it was only when he turned nine he moved to the outer banks. but our parents still kept in contact so we'd occasionally see eachother in spring breaks or summer. fast forward to many years later, my parents decided to move there. it's been a few months and im loving every single minute of it.

i've always thought JJ was cute. but i was a kid then, obviously, i didn't act on it. but now its all i've been thinking about it. i just wanna tell him how i feel but with the feelings, come shyness, and nervousness. i can't speak a single word without freaking out over the way he's looking at me. that's why i would randomly stutter or stumble with my words and i'd cringe everytime.

"y/n?" i snapped my head to his direction

"yeah?"

"what's your pretty little brain thinking about" he murmured, a refreshing shade of bright blue observing my every move. SEE WHAT I MEAN? HE'S GIVING ME THE EYES-

"uhh..the beach!"

"really?! wanna go?" he offered, his smile growing into a huge grin but it didn't quite reach his eyes yet. one thing you need to know about JJ is that he LOVES the beach, the ocean in general, to the point where i wished he'd think about me as many times as he'd think about surfing. the beach was like his other half, and it was incredibly satisfying to see him light up from the mention of the place.

"yeah, i'd love that." as long as i get to spend time with you. and there it was. he smiled like crazy, eyes and all, and dragged me to the window.

"LET'S GO-"

"WAIT-" i spoke and the boy immediately stopped, he gave me a quizzical look before scanning my face to see any discomfort."y-your head." i subconsciously stepped forward and rubbed the small band aid "are you sure you feel okay? no dizziness or anything?" i asked, concerned. JJ groaned in irritation but i could tell he was joking, coz his stupid smile couldn't leave his beautiful face.

"i told you already, y/n, i'm fine. now let's go!"

"you know girls say fine when they're not fine, right?"

"what?" and just like that his face was like a troubled puppy.

. . .

third POV

y/n and JJ managed to arrive at the beach in record time. it was all JJ's fault because he 'didn't wanna miss the sunset' but the sun wouldn't set till a few more hours.

"C'mon, y/n?" JJ flung his t-shirt in the air and dashed to the glimmering water. y/n couldn't help but smile from the contagious excitement that radiated off of him and quickly stripped her clothes off as well. she wore a simple white one piece that made her tanned skin - from the burning hot sun - look absolutely stunning. putting her hair in a messy bun, she caught up to her best friend- he wasn't there.

"where the fu-?"

"Y/N!!" y/n turned to her right to see him standing on the deck ready to jump. she smiled at the idea but then it struck her.

"JJ WAIT-" it was too late, he already jumped in the water with a huge splash that would've made her grin everytime but not today. she quickly ran to the deck and jumped as well. rising from the salty water that should've stung her eyes, but the benefits of living in the outer banks was going to the beach everyday, so the ocean water felt normal to her, she gasped for air while searching for her friend. "JJ!"

she felt like something brushed past her but she ignored it, her mind fully occupied on the one and only. until she felt arms wrap around her legs. her stomach churned. im fucking dying.

but before she could kick whatever was beside her she rose up. turns out JJ swam underneath her to carry her by his shoulders.

"JJ!!" she sighed in relief. "what is up with you and scaring me today?" y/n made sure to not swat his head but his shoulders instead. JJ definitely noticed, his cheeks were hurting from how hard he was beaming. he always loved how caring she was with him, he doesn't know why but he damn well knew that he always wanted to be on her mind and vice versa. sure he has the pogues but it was different with y/n. yes, he loves hanging out with them, they're practically his family. but he would always cherish the conversation him and y/n would have together. silly or not, he loves them. he feels safe talking to her about...things. he never felt like the conversation went deeper than he felt comfortable with coz it was never the case.

"why were you panicking before you jumped?" he asked, tilting his head up to see her face.

"coz you're acting as if you haven't hit your head 15 minutes prior!" she said with her arms flung in the air for dramatic effect. JJ had enough and threw her to the water eliciting a scream from the poor girl. she rose from the water for the second time in 5 minutes gasping for oxygen to relieve her tired lungs. but from the shock of the unexpected jump and the little waves made it hard for her to breath. JJ swiftly carried her, wrapping her legs around the middle, and swam to a more calmer area. '

"are you okay?" JJ asked, concerned, but he kept giggling like a child.

"no! i was gonna die and you're laughing!" she whined, a smile plastered on her lips, huffing annoyed.

"i can't help it! you look cute with your hair clinging to your face" he giggled again making sure to tilt his head up to give her a teasing wink as well. y/n thanked the lord above that the boy couldn't see her because she was F L U S H E D. a couple minutes went by and they reached the shallow waters. JJ gently lifted her off his shoulders and made sure that she could stand. y/n thanked him before hurriedly taking his arm to sit down where the ocean and creamy sand meet. slightly moving forward to feel the warm water surround her body. JJ quickly followed, opening his chest as he placed his hands behind him. from how close they were sitting, y/n felt his warmth radiating off his body. both teenagers sighed in pure bliss, admiring gods work infront of them.

the swarm of pale orange, red and a tint of pink was blessing the sky with their presence. the sun was on the verge of setting, the ocean waves became lighter, faded ripples of water were heard as tiny droplets of water splashed both of their faces every once in a while. birds and seagulls were going back to their families.

the scene before them was the calmest they've ever seen, the pair were admiring the beautiful painting in the sky.

"its...breath-taking, right?" JJ stated, flicking his eyes between y/n and the sky.

"yeah..." she replied, solely looking at the boy beside her. his silky smooth blonde hair was drenched in water making tiny strands fell onto his forehead, she could see the suns reflection from his shiny blue eyes. he was breath-taking.

JJ was over the fucking moon. he felt a sense of pride knowing that the girl he fell hard for subconsciously called him breath-taking. y/n turned her face to the other side so she wouldn't have to see what his reaction was, the boy found her shyness rather adorable once she realized what she implied.

"i- uhm" y/n felt herself getting hot. what the hell, y/n? she tried to explain herself because who calls their guy best friend breath-taking? but she couldn't mutter even a word. "i meant- uh you are- the sky is-" she fumbled, resting her forehead on his shoulder as a sign of giving up.the both of them were snickering for entirely different reasons. one wanted to die right on the spot, while the other wanted to scream from the top of his lungs out of pure joy that was overflowing him.

"y/n?" JJ whispered. the girl lifted her head off his shoulder to meet his eyes.

"yes?" she replied, almost sounding out of breath from how quiet she was whispering. he looked away for a second before asking,

"what did you mean when girls lie about their feelings?" he tipped his head, eyes suddenly hardening.

"uhm" y/n didn't expect this sort of tone from him now, he looked and sounded serious. "well, it different with ever girl, but occasionally we feel like a burden by showing or expressing our real feelings. whether we're hurt, or sad, or angry," she exhaled deeply, closing her eyes in concentration to find the right words. "sometimes, its easier to pretend you're fine then telling someone what you're actually...feeling." y/n finally looked up to see his sun-kissed face. he looked sad.

"d-did that ever happen to you?" this was definitely serious JJ asking, no more jokes or playful giggle now. he was fully giving her his attention. "to us?" y/n's heartbeat quickened

"what?" y/n couldn't think of a time she never wanted to vent to her long life best friend. he was her everything. her rock, her emotional support - as she is his - her friend, her...JJ "never-" but he wasn't hers hers. to hold hands all day without feeling a small piece missing to fit their puzzle of a relationship, to kiss, to cuddle, to sleep with, to wake up to..

"y/n" the boy guided her face to meet his for the 394th time today. "talk to me" his voice was soft, gentle, with a hint of hurt and guilt. "you dont have to lie about your feelings with me, express them, talk, vent, hell, you can shout them if you wanted to! jus-" his hands balled to fists, lips tipping down, forming a pout. "just, dont hide it from me. ever." his looked determined, wholehearted, and genuine.

"JJ?" at this point, she wasn't talking, her self-conscious was. "can i kiss you?" she asked, with heated cheeks. his heart was drumming. fast. the long awaited question that was kept hidden was finally out. how is he supposed to react? all these months he'd though he'd ask her the question, and now he's on the other receiving end?

"...what?" JJ was flabbergasted, shocked, but nonetheless, fucking booming. no way...no fucking way "i- me? you? yes."

JJ wasted no time in connecting their lips. y/n's eyes widened in surprise. because one, agreeing with no doubt in his mind, and two, for pulling her in so quickly. eagerly. it took her a second to process what's happening before she closed her eyes and kissed him back, making him feel like fireworks erupted behind them, celebrating this special moment. his warm lips were moving slowly guiding hers in the most gentle way. y/n felt one of his hands tighten around her waist as the other traced up her body until it reached the side of her face. he stroked her cheek, jaw, chin with his thumb before tilting her head to deepen the kiss even more.

eventually, he pulled away. staring, gratefully, into her eyes.

"wow" he muttered, erupting a laugh from the bashful girl. a kiss turned into a series of kisses. the boy couldn't have enough of it, of her.

"suddenly, i really like kissing." y/n mumbled on his lips causing him to chuckle.

"California boys not kissin' ya right?" JJ asked making her chuckle.

"not quite" she exhaled before smashing their mouths again. y/n's lips were so soft and sweet like sugary caramel and honey. it drove him wild. the boy felt so addicted that his senses were going haywire, touching, feeling, listening to her every move. y/n inhaled sharply, the mixture of JJ's signature scent and the salty ocean breeze was heavenly.

but, as embarrassing as it sounds, she was unsure of what to do with her arms. she's never kissed anyone in the ocean before? and she certainly didn't kiss a boy for this long. all she was familiar with were simple pecks that lasted for 3 seconds, max. she felt like her arms felt out of place. do i rest them on his neck? play with his hair? shoulder? arms? should i just cross them? she saw how comfortable, and more importantly experienced, JJ wason these things. so she certainly did not want to embarrass her already humiliated ass for not knowing how to kiss! crossing my arms it is.

JJ for sure noticed because she felt the vibrations of his laughter. he pulled away, laughing. LAUGHING. oh god.

"i- is something wrong?" she asked, she felt hot again, humiliated, awkward, any word that would describe the feeling of digging a hole for a few years would work. JJ guided her arms and wrapped them around his cooled neck.

"better?" he looked down on her. sometime when they were kissing they've gotten extremely closer to the point where he was hovering above her. y/n ignored the rapid beating in her heart and acted calm,

"much" she looked between his beautiful eyes and flushed lips, kissing him again. she could get used to this feeling, this warm fuzzy feeling bubbling inside her stomach, this comfort. she could get used to JJ holding her waist tightly, massaging his big hands and curling them around her frame, she felt the tips of the mop of his blonde hair tickle her forehead and temple.

after a couple minutes, y/n pulled away but couldn't seem to stop admiring him. the glow he's emitting, the contagious smile he's radiating, it was all perfect. even though they've been the closest of friends, the bashfulness continues, suddenly, she felt like she couldn't look him in the eyes. she felt nervous to talk to him even when its clear he likes her back. she felt her heart beat quicken, her clammy palms pulsing, you can do this. she kept repeating to herself. but really, one quick look at the boy that captured her heart made the storm stop pouring, made the birds chirp happily, made the most beautiful rainbow, made her feel safe.

"can you stay? for the night?" she felt herself getting hot out of nerves would he think im moving too fast? but we always sleep at each others places? does this change everything? her thoughts immediately were interrupted by JJ shifting....getting closer to her. his smile looked eternal, and full of genuine love, but she knew it was wayy too late to admit the love she has - had for years - for him. JJ moved closer till their faces were almost touching, that 1 cm gap was full of dread and agony. he captured their lips to a warm, quick kiss. bumping their noses gently before saying,

"how can i say no to that face?"

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Masterlist

Prompts List 2

Add Youself To My Taglist

Rafe Cameron

The Best Boys Masterlist (Topper,Kelce,RafeXReader)

Daddy Issues (Moodboard)

Chapter One

Kinktober Blurb (Rafe X Billie)

Rafe Cameron Smut Headcannons

Its Alive

On This Episode of Baking With Rafe Cameron

Black And White

Yacht Party

Secret

More Fun

Round 2? (Smut)

Sit on My Face (Drew)

Rafe Taking Care Of You When Youre sick HC’s

Vacation With Rafe

Tutor

Rafe Dating A Pogue

Rafe HC’s

Life With Rafe

Rafe Dating A Baker

What It Takes (Smut)

Princess Bitch

My Bean

Rafe When You’re On Your Period

Field Trip With A Rich Bitch 2 3

Dating Rafe Cameron

Something New (Smut Headcannons)

Toxic 2

Not As Terrible

Barry X Reader X Rafe

Dating Rafe and Barry HC’s

Rafe and Barry dating a hippie

Rafe and Barry Smut

Destroy Me

Being Pregnant with Rafe’s Baby

Rafe dating a dancer

THe One Where Rafe takes Viagra

Rafe dating a girl with an ed

Rafe Dating A Singer

Dont Be Rude

Mania

The short film

On Your Side

Rafey Cakes

Best Friends Brother

Blurbs

Anger

Im Sorry

Can You Take It?

Pathetic

Good Girl (Topper X Reader X Rafe)

Duck Tales

Gentle (Smut)

Please Dont Break My Heart

JJ Smut Headcannons

The Surfer And The Siren Masterlist

Bored

That Just Happened

Avengers Boxers

Never

Protect You

Dirty Minded

JJ Dating A Kook

Road Trip

Date With A Fangirl

Life With JJ

JJ Taking Care Of You After A Fight

Blue And Orange

Afraid (Smut)

Three Rules (Smut)

JJ Dating an Artist

Have You Ever Been In Love

Dating JJ Alphabet

Why Dont I Know You?

Neverland

It was only a kiss,how did it end up like this?

Tattoos

Uninvited

First Date With JJ

House Of Memories

The Goddess 2 3

Arson And Biscuits

Dating JJ Maybank

Detention

The four times the Pogues interrupt you and JJ + The 1 time you get to be alone

Defender

Trying (Smut)

Consideration (JJ X Reader X John.B)

Joy

JJ dating an insecure girl

Christmas With JJ

good 4 u

Traitor

Oh No She Likes Another Girl

Blurbs

Hurry

Harder

Bickering

Calvin Klein

Not a sound

Sarah Cameron

Kind Of A Cinderella Story

Wish I Was Sarah (KieXReaderXSarah) PT2

Lockscreen

High On The Roof

Affection

Like A Drunk,Grumpy Baby

Lets Get Sheet Faced

Traveling

Pink And Green

Sarah Cameron Dating A Gardener

McDonalds And The ER

Hickeys And Hot Baths

Sarah Taking You Shopping HCs

Dating Sarah Cameron

Neon

Anniversary with Sarah headcanons

Sarah took me to the bathroom

Sarah Cameron Smut Headcanons

Kiara Carrera

Wish I was Sarah (KieXReaderXSarah)

Over Your Shoes

Purple And Yellow

Kiara Dating A Writer

Sleeping Over Kiara’s HC’s

The Only Acception

Dating Kiara Carrera

Hurt

Endgame

When she has a bad day

Date Gone Bad

Kie with a Strap On

Kiara and The Mermaid

When We Were Thirteen

Treehouse

Pope Heyward

Just wanna be happy

She Likes Green Cats And Lives In A Tree

Pope Dating a Book Nerd/Fangirl

Vibe With Me

Dating Pope Heyward

First Date With Pope Headcanons

Pope and The Baby Bump

Blurbs

Chaotic Couple

John B Routledge

I DONT WRITE FOR JOHN.B @batcat46 WROTE THESE FOR KINKTOBER

Dreams Have Good Outcomes all the time

Consideration (JJ X Reader X John.B)

Barry

Barry dating a Hippie

Dating Barry Headcannons

Soft

Clean You Up

Colorful Bands And Fire

More Dating Barry HC’s

Always (Smut)

Intervene

Barry X Reader X Rafe HC’s

Dating Rafe and Barry HC’s

Rafe and Barry dating a hippie

Rafe and Barry smut

Barry as a Father

Barry When You’re Grumpy On Your Period

Moving In With Barry HC’s

Barry and Christmas

Blurbs

Fucked Around

Kelce

Friends

The Best Boys

Dating Kelce HCs

Topper

Dating Topper Headcannons

Late Night Thoughts

Spider (Smut)

Virginity

Rapunzel

The Best Boys

Topper Dating a Pogue

Blurbs

Cheesy

Good Girl (Topper X Reader X Rafe)

JJ X Reader X Rafe (Polyamory)

Glitch in The System 2

First Arguments HC’s

Dating JJ and Rafe HC’s

The Boys Taking Care Of You When You’re Sick

The Boys helping you after fight with a friend

Silent Bet

Unfair

Forming Friendship

The Boys when you get hurt

Please

Cleo

none yet, send in requests.

Preferences

Stealing

How They Knew You Were The One

Sex

Kisses

Cuddling

How They React To Finding Out That Theyre a Hufflepuff

Kinktober 2020

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 4 years ago

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Flower

⤷ y/n was running late for class when she bumps into a rather cute guy making them mix their books by mistake...

*inspired by a blurb i found on tumblr if anyone remembers the name pls tell me :)*

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!reader

status: strangerz

wc: 1.3k

"shit shit shit" y/n silently cursed, as she was practically sprinting to her class. her fingers fumbling through the gigantic books in her hands "biology...chemistry....shit where's my math book" she sighed heavily turning to the side to grab her backpack, still sprinting to class.

"ITS YOUR FAULT WE'RE LATE, JJ" john B yelled at his still sleepy best friend that wont stop yawning, his books were lazily wrapped by his tanned arms. his ocean blue eyes were a seconds away from closing for the 14th time today, but he found himself tripping over by a pair of legs instead, which caused his books to fly off his arms collapsing with the other persons books "ugh shit" JJ grumbled, his hands rubbing the back of his already throbbing head.

"oh my god, i am so so sorry" the panicked girl apologized, trying to pick out her books from the mess she accidentally caused. JJ was already giving that person a death glare even without seeing them, but when he locked eyes with her, his eyes immediately softened.

"no no, its okay" JJ said rather calmly, surprising himself by how he handled the situation. hell, even john B was shocked. normally, JJ would yell at anyone who pissed him off, or bump into him for that matter, when he's hungover. but he couldnt even think of getting angry at her right now. "are you okay" JJ chuckled slightly grabbing his books, then reaching his hands out for the y/h/c haired girl infront of him to which she thanked him for, slowly getting up from the hallway floor.

"y-yeah im fine. But shouldn't I be the one to ask you that, since i was the one who bumped into you?" she said looking down at her floral dress sheepishly, suddenly forgetting about her little morning crisis.

"nah, im okay." he shrugged "im JJ" he extended his right hand for the girl to shake but much to your-and his-dismay you couldn't, one more move and all your books would collapse on the floor again. "oh" once JJ realized the problem, he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, chuckling in embarrassment causing her to laugh with him.

before y/n could say her name the bell rang for the last time, meaning class has already started, and you do NOT wanna be late to Mr. Dandills class. "oh shit, uhm got to go....bye" you sprinted again you y/h/c hair flying by how fast you were running, but that didnt stop you from hearing what he said

"talk later, flower!" Y/n heard him yell, practically hearing the smile in his voice. She shook her head in laughter, still sprinting back to class. in most cases y/n'd roll your eyes or get creeped out when people, especially strangers, call her by nicknames. but she knew why he called her that, and she loved it. looking down at her white summer dress that had small colourful flowers scattered around everywhere, she couldn't stop smiling "i knew this dress was a good pick"

sighing gratefully, y/n luckily made it to physics class in no time. as she sat down, finally catching her breath. She got out her physics book and put all the other books in her already opened bag.

"Good morning students, I would like all of you to open page 126" Mr. Dandill spoke sternly yet calmly, not wanting to waste any time. The girls eye brows furrowed as she was flicking through the pages. At first she didn't notice how the edges of the cover of the book was torn slightly, or the small little drawings that were scribbled on the corners of each page, but what stood out to you was the handwriting, it was messy, but you could understand it, in some of the pages it looked like it was a conversation.

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Wanna ditch?

The class JUST started

So what?

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Pope are you sure mr. Dandill isn't talking gibberish at this point?

Well maybe if you payed attention instead of whining your ass off, you'd actually understand it.

Ouch

Shut up.

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and so on, this was definitely not y/n's book. She silently prayed that at least the person owning this book wrote their name in the back...and luckily they did.

JJ Maybank

goddammit JJ.

after physics y/n kept searching for JJ, but he was nowhere to be seen, she guessed that maybe he skipped because of the amount of times he wrote it in his physics book 'guess i'll ask for it next monday' she thought, since it was friday.

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the first bell rang through the school halls, kids scramming to get to their class early while others trying to sneak out. to say it was choatic was clearly an understatement. praying with each step that you wont get stepped on, or bumped into, or your books falling off like last time, was stressful. yet, sometimes y/n wished she could, coz that moment lead to her meeting a mysterious, cute blonde, y/n was never into blondes, but somehow this guy made her swoon, made her heart thump, made her body tingle everywhere...made her smile. even though she had a quiz a few minutes after, even though she was stressed as hell, he made her smile for the first time that day.

of course all she could think about was about the boy, JJ. i mean whats not to like about him? he is basically the opposite of her but maybe thats why shes attracted to him, she liked that he was very outgoing, loud, and sarcastic. and yes, of course shes seen him before, i mean she'd steal glances here and there, she would hear his voice from the other side of the hallway yelling at his friend for 'being a pussy'. she knew him, to a certain level, yet she couldnt find him that weekend to exchange books. where has he gone?

y/n shook off her thoughts that were the same for the last 3 days now, opening her locker carefully coz if she did it in a hurry she knew it would take her at least 10 minutes to open it, so slowly and calmly it is.

when she successfully opened the locker, she placed all her book in, except JJ's since it was physics and she needed a book, so might as well use the one she got, right? but before she could close the locker again, she noticed familiar stickers that were covering the corners and the side of a book, the blue and gold stickers that she got specifically for that subject coz if she chose any other colour it would simply seem like a crime for her. she had simple colour coded rules, theyre not that hard!

red and gold for biology

green and gold for chemistry

and blue and gold for physics.....physics?...PHYSICS!?!?

"no way" she whispered in shock, immediately stuffing JJ's book (with care) to take the other book "it really is my book" y/n looked at it in surprise. did she not have her book before? was it in her locker all along? orrr??

but all her questions were answered when she read the sticky note that was pasted on the top right corner of the book, you knew exactly who wrote it, and it cleared all your suspicions. i mean, of course you'll remember his handwriting since you've been studying from his book all weekend! and it looks like he does nothing but write on it, so you could recognize his handwriting anywhere at this point.

the blue eyed boy never seemed to fail to make you smile, even if its intentional or not. it did not only made you whole day, but your whole week.

xxxxxxxx (my number)

call me, you're cute, flower ;)

- JJ

and thats a wrap for my very first JJ Maybank imagine!! ahhhh. feel free to comment any suggestions!

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

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brelione · 5 years ago

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Consideration (JJ X Reader X John.B)

Warnings:Voyeurism, choking, fingering, masturbation, John.B

@batcat46 is back at being the official John.B whore but this time add a little ✨JJ✨

“Please John B at least consider it!” JJ pleaded as he got off the boat as he went fishing with John B, “JJ cmon you know how weird it is youre basically begging to fuck my girl right now?” “Cmon dont think of it like that, it'd be once, Unless she liked it'' JJ smirked.

John B stopped in his tracks, slowly turning first his head then the rest of his body following “You did not just say that, JJ. Im gonna fuck you up” He spoke loudly as he quickly brought JJ closer, face to face. JJ wiggled out of his arms and laughed as he ran away with the day's catch in a cooler in his hand up to the house, leaving John B to tie up the boat.

John B starts to consider, would (Y/N) actually be into that? Now John B was a very protective and jealous significant other. The more he thought about it the more he considered letting JJ hook up w (Y/N). He tied the knot deeply thinking. John B knew one thing, there were gonna be rules, and they were gonna be strict.

John b walked into the house coming up behind JJ and flicked him upside the head. JJ immediately swatted his hand away. “Fine, you can, but i'm gonna have rules and they will be strict. She cant moan your name, You gotta use a condom, i have to watch, You have to make her finish, She isn't allowed to suck your dick, and you can't eat her out, If i want it to stop all of it will.” John B stated each as he put a finger up counting them one by one.

Flicking JJ in the back of the head again as he walked away. JJ looked bewildered as this is the last thing he expected John B to agree to. (Y/N) was his pride and joy. As if on queue you walked through the door, holding a few bags containing groceries.

You walked up to the counter, placing the bags down. Although you were the only reason there was space too, you kept this place afloat. You walked over to John B standing up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his cheek lightly. Smiling at JJ brightly, you noticed he blushed; he doesn't usually do that.

“So...do you remember when you used to like JJ?”John B asked, surprising you. He was more of the possessive type, did not like talking about past relationships because it didn't even matter now that you were his.

You glanced over to JJ, seeing a cocky smirk on his face. “Yeah, used too. ”You shrugged, hoping your voice didn't sound strange. You would never admit it but you could still easily have a thing for JJ. Something about the blonde troublemaker stirred something inside of you.

“Right…so how would you feel about something new?” John B asked, not really adding too much detail. “And you don't have to say yes.” JJ chimed in, wanting to feel included. “But it would be nice if you did.”He spoke, looking back over to John B, the brunette already glaring at him.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?”You laughed, trying to ignore your speeding up heart rate, and the pit in your stomach .John.B grinned, looking over to JJ.It was like second grade again when JJ had sent John B to talk to a girl he liked at the time.

“We were thinking about a deal.”JJ was tapping his fingers against the table, trying to control his excitement. “For the love of god-can you just explain what the hell you’re talking about!”You exclaimed, annoyed. “JJ wants to fuck you and I said he could.” John B blurted out, causing your eyes to widen.

you would be lying if you said you had not got off to the idea countless times. Both the boys blushed, looking down. You could see JJ hit the back of John B’s forearm like he was asking to to retrieve and answer. “Baby this isn't like you, what in the world let you agree to this.” John B looked up and simply replied “I wanted to watch.” You bewildered reconsidered the idea.

“You know, okay” you smiled at JJ and JOhn B coughed to cover his scoff. JJ looked at John B asking to touch you with his eyes. John B hesitantly nodded. JJ swiftly moved past him and put one hand on your face and looked you in the eyes as content.

When you blinked twice signaling a yes, he kissed you, so rough and full of pure lust you didn't know what else to do but kiss him back. He tongue slipped into your mouth swiping across yours. Your hands went to his hair,as he picked you up, setting you on the counter.

One hand resting on your high thigh on your hip. John B cleared his throat, a rock hard growing in his pants thinking about how he could do this to you x10. There were so many things JJ wanted to do to you in this moment.He had thought about it countless times. He would destroy you in every way possible if John B wouldn't be watching.

He wanted to know every kink you had, everything you liked and didn’t like and overall just wanted to make you feel better than John B ever had. He knew he could too, dragging sloppy kisses down your neck. John B went to the corner of the room a large mount in his shorts.

“I'm gonna take good care of you, princess.”JJ pressed a kiss to your lips before throwing you over his shoulder and setting you down on the bed, getting on top of you. He removed your top, and as you weren't wearing a bra he just admired, but quickly moved to your bottoms.

Once you were fully stripped he started from your jaw sucking light hickies so John B wouldn't kill him. Working his way down your neck, breasts, stomach and right around where you wanted him most. Up and down your inner thigh. Right next to your heart he sucked hickies in the shape of two j’s just so you would know tonight you belonged to him.

John B sat in the bean bag chair in the corner of your shared room, under the window. His hips slowly moving around as if feeling the air for friction. JJ got down to your panties, the sea through black flowery lace making his cock pulse harder. He finally got this, he finally got to make you feel good.

The endless dreams he had of everything he could've done to you. He looked you in the eyes, you looking over to John B, whose eyes were dark with lust. You noticed his unbuttoned shorts and the veins in his next pulsing. His hands clenched as if he was waiting for you two to start.

He slowly nodded signally a yes and you turned back to JJ nodding slowly. He slowly dragged them down your legs. Hands running up and down your thighs he spread your legs, looking up at you again you looked over at John B whose shorts where next to him his rock hard cock standing in his boxers begging to be touched looked up and stated lowly “you make the calls as long as you follow my rules.”

You looked back at JJ who leaned over you bringing his fingers to your mouth. You coated them with your saliva as he bent back down; he pushed them both inside you. You automatically gasped as you weren't sued to how rough he was. Sure John B was rough but JJ just had this need for him.

He needed to make you feel good at his own hand, you could feel it radiating off of him. You could hear how wet you were as he rapidly plunged his fingers inside of you, curly them as he did. You could feel the knot in your stomach building, you squirmed.

“Cmon princess don’t stay quiet now” JJ coaxed you on. You had to hold back his name shrieking John B’s instead. John B grunted in response. You quickly looked over to see him holding his length pumping it slowly. JJ stopped when he could tell you were getting close.

You felt his fingers pull out, leaving you feeling slightly empty. He stood up dropping his boxers rolling a condom on. You immediately blushed, looking over a john B still slowly pumping. “Don't do it if you don't want to love.” you looked back to JJ smiling, he got closer letting his tip slip between your folds, you gasped.

Not used to the feeling, it started to hurt the pressure becoming too much too fast “JJ, JJ stop i need a second.” he immediately stopped his face expressing concern. Had he just ruined his one chance, what was he doing wrong? “It was just too fast to ease into it please” JJ’s eyes softened he immediately slowed down inched in and out till you gave him the go.

You opened your eyes as it started to feel better, you clenched and he let out a low growl. He started going faster and harder. He wanted to make you feel good. You struggled to open your eyes to look over to john b who you had never seen pumping his cock harder.

He stiffly opened his mouth as you could see the red tip from across the room. He let out puffs of air you could tell he was getting closer, his moans in sync with JJ’s. you snapped back to jj as the pit was forming again in your stomach. His hand went to your throat, you reached up and squeezed his wrist twice as okay.

He gripped your throat so hard it brought you to the verge of your climax. The sound of John B about to cum all over himself brought you over. You screamed with pleasure as you came all over JJ's members.

JJ was next to cum pulling out and heading to the bathroom down the hall. John B stood up and walked over to you. You wrapped your hair around his dick quickly pumping adding your mouth in as she quickly spurted the hit liquid down the back of your throat humming as he did.

JJ came back with shorts on, by that time John B had his back on also and you finished pulling on one of the boys’ hoodies, whose? That you weren't sure. JJ wrapped his hand around your waist and smiled “so when's that happening again.” John B brushed passed “I second that question.”

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brelione · 5 years ago

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JJ Maybank Smut HC’s

He’s very much a dom.Dont even try to take over the situation.

You two have done it everywhere.Against a wall,against a tree,on the beach,your bed,John.B’s bed,the HMS Pogue,the Van.

He likes to finger you at Boneyard parites

“JJ-please.”You whimpered,your fingernails digging into his back,the head of his dick only lightly grazing over you. “Patience,princess.”He whispered,smiling for a split second before slamming into you,a scream coming from your throat. “Aww,something the matter,princess?”He bit down on your collarbone,starting off at a fast pace,not even bothering to let you warm up to him.Moans kept coming,your eyes squeezing shut as you scratched up his flesh. “Please.”You whispered,not even knowing what you were begging for.He leaned down,placing a hard kiss on your lips. “Please what?”He asked,his short nails in your hips,forming little crescent shaped bruises. “Please go harder.”You answered,letting out another scream as he became even more rough with you.He was grunting,moaning as he pounded into you relentlessly.His hand slowly lifted to your throat,glancing up to you to silently ask permission.You gave him a slight nod,his fingertips pressing into your throat. “God,you’re so good for me.”He whispered.

He either goes fast,hard and rough or slow,loving and gentle.There is no in between.

Sometimes you purposely turn him on just to annoy him.

He loves to blindfold you.He likes to lick stripes along your body when you’re tied up and blindfolded or breath right on your neck just to tease you.

He tries not to be too loud just in case you say the safe word

Long discussions about what makes you comfortable and what makes you uncomfortable.

Everytime he ties you up he’ll ask if the restraints are hurting your wrists

“You’re gonna be stuck in this postion for like four hours.Are you good?”He’d ask,holding a blindfold in his hands. “I feel like its too tight.”You admitted,the side of the blet scratching at your flesh.He nodded,straddling you as he readjusted the belt,letting you flip your wrists to a more comfortable position. “Better?”He asked.You nodded.

Hickeys everywhere.That boy even leaves them on your fucking jaw just to annoy you.

He’d rarely spank you,only if you asked him too.

“Are you sure about this?I could seriously hurt you.”He frowned as your knees ended up on either side of him,your head on his shoulder. “Do it.”You assured him,biting your lip.The first sting made a moan come out of you,biting his shoulder lightly.His eyebrows furrowed,not understanding what was happening but repeating the action,feeling your nails scratch at his back. “More?”He asked,tubbing the stinging skin with his thumb. “Never stop.”You kissed his jaw.

He very rarely eats you out when you’re not in restraints.That is unless you ask him not to tie you up,of course.

He likes when you pull at his hair while he does it

He loves when you sit on his lap while he’s hard

He loves blowjobs.He’ll make you go exactly how he wants,his fingers massaging your scalp as he moved your head to get you at the right angle.If he heard you gag particularly loud he’d let go,just in case it was too much.

Whenever he was having you suck him off he gave you the order to tap his kneecap three times if you couldnt handle it.

He sometimes gets annoyed when he walks in on you masturbating. “Touching yourself,princess?Only I can do that.”He’d pin your hands above your head.

Whenever he wanted to try something new he’d talk to you about it first. “Would you be okay if I fucked you in the ass?”He asked,cutting an egg with his fork. “Uhh...theres no way it’ll fit.”You mumbled,sipping your coffee.He frowned,chewing his egg. “It’ll fit.We dont have too though.”He answered,reaching for the hot sauce,frowning as he noticed that it wasnt the one he liked.

Sometimes he’d put on a movie while he fucked you. “This movie is so dumb.”He thrusted into you,watching the screen.You let out a loud moan,his hand clapping over your mouth. “Shhh.”He whispered.

He literally fucked you in the living room with Pope sleeping on the couch

He’d clean you off with a warm wet towel afterwards and then he’d cuddle with you.

He’d kiss your forehead and call you his Good Girl

“Can you last another round?”He asked,not pulling our yet,lifting his head from the crook of your neck to look down at you.You bit your lip,nodding. “You sure?”He asked,noticing how tired you looked. “Positive.”You answered,moaning softly when he started to move again.He was slower this time,questioning how long you could last. “Faster,JJ.”You whispered,feeling his hands on your waist tight.He licked his lips,slowly speeding up the pace. “Faster!”You exclaimed,legs wrapping around his waist.He smirked,feeling better about the situation as he sped up as fast as he could,going faster with every moan you let out.He saw your eyes widen,getting nervous and trying to figure out whether it was good or bad. “You okay?”He asked.You nodded,kissing his neck. “More.”You mumbled,bringing him down for a kiss as he started once more.He went fast and deep,hearing you let out a loud moan when he hit a particular spot deep within you.He normally wouldnt go this deep,nor would you wrap your legs around him like you were now.He usually held you down by your hips but now he was wishing he had let you done this long ago.He was focused on hitting that spot again,enjoying the sounds coming out of you. “JJ-oh my god.”You whimpered,clenching around him,earning a moan from him as you reached your high for the second time that night.He smiled,kissing your forehead.He went to pull out,only for your legs to hold him where he was. “Again.”You mumbled,watching his eyebrows knit together,frowning. “I dont think you can handle it,princess.”As much as he would love another round he didnt want to hurt you. “Please,daddy?”You pouted,feeling him get hard inside you. “I-okay.”He went harder this time,slower but harder than last time as he hit the same spot repeatedly.It didnt take long for you to climax again,eyes fluttering shut.His last couple of thrusts were slow and careful,reaching his own high before pulling out of you with a small hiss. “You okay?”He asked,wiping some sweat from your forehead with the back of his hand. “Mhmm.”You hummed,your head turning on the pillow.He ran a bath,knowing that your family was out for the week in the mainland.He let the tub fill,carrying you into the bathroom and getting into the bath with you,letting you rest against him. “I love you.”He grinned,your head on his chest. “Love you too.”You replied.

You two went inside your house,your body immediately being pressed against the wall as he kissed your neck. “Let me take off my shoes first.”You giggled,kicking them off before peeling off your socks. “Sorry.”He kissed you gently.

He likes when you trace your fingertips along his veins and scratch at his neck

He always lets you wear his shirts or hoodies after,whatever you want when he’s done with you

“Im thirsty.”You mumbled tiredly. “Like thirsty for water or like….ya know.”He glanced down,only to have you smack his arm lightly. “Water thirsty,dum dum.”You replied.

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brelione · 5 years ago

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4 times the pogues interupt you and JJ+ the 1 time you get to be alone.

Request:Hi!! Could I please request a fic with JJ? I was thinking “4 times the pogues interupt JJ and y/n’s alone time. And the 1 time they get to be alone. Maybe some smut if you are comfortable with that❤️ I hope this request make sense haha❤️❤️

Warnings:Smut,not proof read.

It had taken JJ a year and two months to finally get you to like him.Flirting with you at parties, making sure not to look in the direction of any other girl and stealing you candy bars.

You began to see him everywhere, at the beach where you went to collect seashells,sometimes coming up next to you and asking if he could help you collect them.He would show up at the coffee shop you worked at, a big grin on his face when you’d roll your eyes.

That eye roll eventually turned into an equally as happy grin, preparing his iced coffee for him before he even ordered it.You were a kook which meant he had to work extra hard.You werent one of the rude, stuck up kooks that were disgusted by pogues.

That was what originally made him so attracted to you.It wasnt until six months of not hooking up with any tourons, only talking about you that the pogues realized how serious he was and decided to help him out on his mission to get you to like him.

They didnt exactly like you,mainly because you were a kook but at the end of the day they really just wanted to see him happy.If another boy was flirting with you John.B would come up and start talking to the boy,most likely knowing him.JJ would then swoop in,offering you a gummy worm and asking how you were.

And now that he had finally got you he wanted to enjoy every moment he had with you.It took three months of the two of you dating for The Pogues to finally like you.It wasnt you yourself that Kiara didnt like, it was the fact that she had walked in on you and JJ.

JJ had you under him, your hands pinned over your head, his lips moving against yours as he grinded against you,trying his best not to start moaning.He chuckled at your quiet moans, kissing your forehead lightly before moving down to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and sucking at the flesh.

“I love you.”He muttered,unbuttoning your cropped,flowy white shirt.You bit your lip as he began to leave kisses down your chest,holding your wrists down with one hand,using the other to unclip your bra and pulling it off of you completely,leaning back to admire you.

“You’re so pretty, how did I get you?”He asked softly, still not understand.You grinned,slowly pulling your wrists from his grip.He let you, not forcing them to stay there.You leaned up,kissing him. “Because you’re fucking fantastic, even if you are a whore.”You giggled,kissing the tip of his nose.He squinted,pushing you back down.

“Oh, youre gonna pay for that.”He smirked,licking a stripe down your chest,approaching your underwear. “JJ...please.”You pouted, watching as a smile tugged at his lip. “Its cute when you beg.”He licked his bottom lip,the skin staying between his teeth as he quickly looked you up and down,pulling off his shirt so you two were equal.

He sighed,about to tug on your underwear when Kiara opened the door,freezing when she realised what was going on.JJ threw a blanket over you, shouting for his friend to get out.Kiara closed the door,hand over her mouth. “What?”Pope asked, confused.They had just told her to go see if the two of you wanted to join them when they went surfing, not understand why Kie was so embarrassed.

“I just saw shit that I never thought id see.”She whispered in disgust.JJ pulled the blanket off of you, laughing. “Oh my god.”You covered your face with your hands, feeling like you were about to cry. “I guess we should see what they want.”He frowned,getting his shirt back on,handing you your bra and shirt. “We’ll finish this later.”He winked at you,stepping out of the room.

Kiara never shut up about that,always finding ways to bring it up. “You guys are so gross.”She laughed, sipping her beer.JJ shrugged, not really caring as he threw his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to him. “Shut up….”You grumbled,leaning into JJ’s touch. “You guys were going to do it while we were here!That’s so much worse!”She laughed, almost dropping her beer.

You looked down at your boyfriend,able to feel his boner even through yours and his pants, a grin on your face. “You’re so hard.”You leaned down to kiss him,squeezing his jaw. “Of course, pretty girl.You always make me hard.”He replied,his hands wresting on your hips.

“Do I?”You questioned him,kissing his neck.He nodded,his hands slipping under your shirt and onto your waist,holding you against him.He closed his eyes so he could enjoy the feeling of you against him,your warm hands tugging at the hem of his shirt,pulling it off of him.

You gulped,staring down at his abs.You had seen him in swimsuits and his boxers but looking at him always amazed you.He was built like a renaissance statue or perhaps even a greek god.You pulled off your own shirt,watching his eyes widen and jaw drop.

Your body always amazed him despite seeing it dozens of times.He kissed your collarbones,moving down to your cleavage to leave kisses and hickeys,a smile on his face as he bit at your skin lightly. “You think they’ll hear us?”You asked,suddenly being pushed into the mattress,JJ now on top of you.

He shrugged,kissing you gently. “Just be quiet.”He told you,kissing you rougher this time away,biting at your bottom lip,slipping his tongue in your mouth,tugging lightly at your hair.“God,youre so fucking hot.”He whispered,tugging down your underwear,kneeling at the end of the mattress,beginning the teasing.

Licking a stripe through your fold,moaning when he tasted you.He let you place your hands in his hair,helping him set a good pace,trying to hold back your moans. “So pretty…”he whispered,watching your reaction as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

You could feel the cold metal of his rings inside of you,the sensation odd but good. “JJ.”You whispered,needing more than just his fingers.He grinned at your eagerness,unzipping his pants.

Everything was fine until Pope burst in the room,screaming in horror before slamming the door,making loud gagging sounds. “Are you serious?”JJ yelled,huffing.You groaned,tired of this happening,hiding yourself under the blankets,allowing Pope to ask the question that he had come to ask in the first place.

“Um...do you guys want to split a pizza with us?”He asked,embarrassed. “Really?That was the question that was so important?”JJ asked,becoming annoyed with every second that passed.Pope assumed that you guys wanted to split the pizza,closing the door again.

“Maybe you should just come over my house.”You muttered,running your fingers through his hair.He chuckled,looking up at you. “yeah?You might love me but your rich ass parents dont,didnt they try to set you up with Topper?”He asked,remembering you complaining about it a couple months back.

You sighed, knowing that he was right.You knew that your parents would be gone for the weekend next week,a small grin on your face. “I mean...they’re going to the mainland next weekend.You should come over.”You suggested,watching a smile come across his face. “Next weekend you’re going to have the best night of your life.”He promised,excited.

Later that night after eating some pizza with the pogues you decided to tease JJ a bit.They decided that they wanted to get icecream,the five of you loading into the van to go to the icecream shop.You obviously sat on JJ’s lap as usual,his head on your shoulder,his hand creeping onto your thigh,squeezing lightly.

“When we get back…”He whispered into your ear,smiling when John.B parked in the icecream shops parking lot,all of you getting out and ordering your icecream.JJ got his usual,a pineapple orange sundae with rainbow sprinkles and whipped cream while you decided on the green tea honey comb cream.

JJ was appalled by it,not understanding why you enjoyed it so much.He felt your hand on his thigh as you talked to Kiara,the two of you talking about the horrors of climate change.He didnt think anything of it at first utnil you began to palm him through his pants,unbuttoning them before pulling down the zipper.

As much as he hated the power you had over him he didnt want you to stop, wanting to see how far you’d go.He watched you eat your icecream,licking some of the melted dessert off the side of it.He shifted, gulping.You probably werent even trying,the thoughts mixed with your hand becoming too much for him when you suddenly pulled away,his eyes widening.

When you guys got back to John.B’s it was pretty dark,Kie,Pope and John.B deciding to have a fire while you and JJ decided to go to bed.He pressed you up against the door,glaring at you. “Why would you tease me?Did you want me to fall apart in front of them?”He asked,clearly upset by your actions.

You grinned,his hands on your shoulders and pushing you to the floor,on your knees. “Please be good to me,princess.”He requested,unbuttoning his pants,letting you tug them down along with his boxers,taking him in your mouth. “shit…”He whimpered,his hands going to the back of your head,his cock shoved half way down your throat,moans coming out of his mouth against his own will,eyes clenched shut as he fucked your mouth.

“Fuck,you feel so good.”He praised you,trying not to be too rough on you,feeling you gag on his length,tears pricking at your eyes.He loosened his grip,worried that he would accidentally hurt you. “Good girl.”He whispered,his liquids spilling down your throat.

You swallowed it,pulling off of him,taking in deep breaths that you had been deprived of.He pushed you back onto the bed,pulling your shorts off of you,peeling off your panties,about to push into you when there was a knock on the door.His jaw clenched,staring down at you. “Fuck dammit.”He got off of you,getting his boxers on quickly.

“What?”He called out,watching you hide your lower half under the blanket,scrolling through your phone casually. “Uh….do you wanna come to the fire with us?”He asked you guys, looking between the two of you.JJ shrugged,pulling on a pair of pajama pants,telling POpe you two would be out in a moment,handing you your underwear and shorts. “Cockblocks.”He muttered.

He was becom ing excited for the weekend that your parents would be gone,thinking of all the things he could do to you in one night.You two had never gone past blowjobs,fingering and hit eating you out no matter how often you tried.

He had never even been inside your bedroom before,nervous for a new location.He wasnt sure how often you had had sex or how much dick you could take,sure that it was fine and he’d figure it out that weekend.The morning after the fire he had turned on his side,wrapping an arm around your waist,placing sloppy,wet kisses along your neck,earning a giggle from you.

“I love you.”He smiled,kissing your cheek.He groaned when John.B knocked on the door,telling you guys it was time to get up and get ready to go on the boat.JJ grinned,remembering what day at was,knowing he’d be able to take his time with you tonight.

The day took forever to pass,both of you becoming more and mor excited as the hours passed,finally getting to the dock that was attached to your backyard. “See you guys on Sunday.”JJ grinned,taking your hand and getting on the dock,seeing the confused looks on his friends faces.

They chose to ignore it,waving by to you guys and going off,creating ripples behind them.You and JJ were giggling quietly,finally getting inside your empty house,seeing three hundred dollars on the kitchen counter for dinner.

He licked his lips,glancing around the large room,seeing two staircases that lead to the same doors.You held his hand,leading him up the stairs,through the first set of doors,down one of three halls to your large bedroom.

The walls were white but covered with posters,photos and canvases,your bed was queen sized and made not too long ago from the looks of it.He saw your desk and your large tv on the wall,your closet and your little tray of plants. “What?”You asked,beginning to take off your shirt only for him to stop you,taking it off himself instead.

“Nothing.”He answered,kissing you gently.He backed you up,pinning you to your bed,knowing that you probably wouldnt be up for a good couple of hours.He placed delicate kisses down your neck,pausing to pull off his own shirt.

He went slow,glad he could finally take time to enjoy the experience,knowing the pogues wouldnt walk in this time. “How far have you gone?”He asked,realizing he had never asked before. “Ive done it once or twice...never good though.”You admitted.

He grinned,unbuttoning your pants. “I’ll be good.”He started by sucking on you clit,hearing your moans.He was determined to make you finish at least once tonight,pushing his fingers inside of you,moving them quick.

Your moans were loud,not holding back now that the two of you were completely alone.He grinned,continuing to suck on you,curling his finger inside of you before adding another,commenting on how absolutely soaked you were.

“Good girl.”He whispered,feeling you clench around his fingers,your fluids leaking out all over his fingers,a satisfied smile at his face now that he accomplished his goal,setting a new one for himself,licking his fingers clean.

“JJ-please,I cant wait any longer.Please,just fuck me.”You whimpered desperately,feeding his confidence.He was quick to pull down his pants and boxers,just as desperate as you were. “Are you ready?”He asked,his elbows on either side of your head,lining himself up with your entrance.You nodded,trying not to look down,knowing you’d moan at the sight.

He kissed your forehead,pushing into you and reaching spots that had never been touched before.Your nails dug into his back,scratching angry red lines. “You okay?”He asked,realizing how deep your scratches went.

You nodded,urging him to keep going.He pulled out half way before plunging back into you,fingertips pushing into your hips,probably going to leave bruises the next day.You moaned with every thrust,his thumb rolling over your clit,making figure eights,biting his lip at the sounds of your loud moans,trying not to cum before you.

“Gonna cum for me?”He asked,pouting when you shook your head. “Cant.”You answered,not quite there yet but you could feel yourself getting close.He chuckled,speeding up,grabbing the head board,his knuckles turning white by how hard he was gripping it,feeling you clench around him,moaning at the feeling.

“You’re so good.”He praised you,continuing his thrusts but you werent complaining,still wanting more. He came inside of you,the wetness of both your fluids only making him go faster,grunting as he tried his best to hit your g spot every time,obsessed with the way you felt. “So tight….I wish I had come over sooner.”He kissed you again,gentle and soft unlike his thrusts.

“I love you.”You bit down on his collarbone,making him smile. “Love you too.”He replied,thrusting into you one more time before you came undone for the third time that night,him following close behind you. “Round two later?”He asked,laying down next to you.

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