#jj's sister

[garbinge]

When Summer Ends (3)

Topper Thornton x Maybank!Sister OC Nicky Maybank

Summary: Nicky Maybank, JJ’s older sister, just graduated.  Her summer break was supposed to be normal. Work, party, chill. But then she somehow Topper came into the mix. Fun little summer romance fic with the twist of a pogue navigating a relationship with a kook.  

A/N: These kids <3  

TW: All my fics are 18+. Cursing.

Chapter Index

Word Count: 3.8k

Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ (Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!)

Nicky should have known not to get her hopes up, it had been just over a week and there was nothing from Topper. Now, before we get mad at the boy and chop it up to typical kook behavior, there were a few factors at play here. 

Topper never actually got Nicky’s number. 

They weren’t in school anymore so there wasn’t anywhere they were guaranteed to see each other

The places where they could see each other, were closed down. Why? The hurricane. 

Which leads us to the the last on the list. 

Hurricane Sandy. The two day hurricane that knocked all the power out, closed roads from floods, fallen trees, debris, you name it. It was going to take a while for the island to recover from it, especially the cut. 

So the lack of interaction between the two wasn’t really anyone's fault in particular. The Wreck had been closed to clean up from the mess Sandy had left behind, being on the dock there was some minor flooding. Nicky had gone and helped out where she could but they were on pause until the insurance company could come out and assess the damages, which meant that Nicky was down to just one job. But luckily, that job, was Heywards, which would have been booming during times like this. Everyone was looking for groceries and household necessities that they couldn’t escape off the island for. So Nicky worked day in and day out, even taking on Pope’s shifts when he wanted to hang with the crew. JJ had picked up some clean up jobs around the island as well as tagging along with Nicky on her grocery drop offs. Between the both of them they had managed to get rent settled for two months, and food for the month. It helped that Heyward was letting Nicky take food home. 

The sun was shining, it was easily 90 degrees and it was even hotter on the water. Nicky was organizing the groceries as JJ steered the boat towards Figure 8. 

“You know, every freakin’ house we’ve passed since we got to figure 8 has power. They have generators, yachts, it doesn’t even look like there was a storm” JJ yelled to Nicky. 

“It’s a kook world and we’re just livin’ in it,” Nicky said mindlessly as she counted the bags to make sure she had everything organized correctly. 

“Alright, so when we dock, you take the east side and I’ll take the north. You have 4 deliveries but they’re big orders and they’re scattered a few miles apart. I’m going to take the 20 deliveries that are all next to eachother. It’ll even itself out, probably like 2 hours for us each and we can meet back at the boat.” Nicky was sweating as she wiped her forehead with her work glove and squinted her eyes to shield them from the sun as she looked at JJ who was smirking. 

“Are you making fun of me?” Nicky took her hand and pushed JJ causing him to fall backwards with a chuckle. 

“You’re just a completely different person when you’re working.” He said taking the boat’s wheel again. “It’s weird.”

“Not weird when we’re eating under a roof.” Nicky mumbled and walked away. 

“You mad at me or what?” JJ called out before he was met with a middle finger from his older sister. “Love you too big sis!!” He laughed. 

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Even though the heat had gone down immensely since it was now 3:30PM, Nicky was still sweating. She had given JJ the golf cart since he had bigger orders and further distances to drive, which meant she was dragging the wagon from door to door. 

She approached her second to last delivery, and was about to ring the bell when she heard a voice. 

“Nicky Maybank?” The tone of the voice was questioning but still a little excited. Nicky turned to see Topper standing there with a girl half his size who had pigtails and braces. 

“Topper?” Nicky questioned back, suddenly extremely aware of how worn down she looked and felt. 

Topper looked at the girl, trying to figure out why she was here, his eyes fell on the cart full of groceries. He was a little disappointed, there was a little part of him that had hoped she was there to see him, but nevertheless, he was going to take advantage of the fact she was here now. 

“Uh, yea, this is uh, this is me.” He pointed to the house. “And this is my sister, Addie.” His hands went to the girl’s shoulders. 

She smiled pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose before extending her hand out to shake. “Addie Thornton.” The girl’s voice was high and eager. 

“Nicky.” She smiled at the little girl and met the extended hand with her own. 

“Nicky Maybank.” Addie said insinuating that she already knew who she was. “Are you crab girl?” She asked boldly.

“Addie!” Topper barked, clearly embarrassed. It made Nicky laugh, though. 

“I think so?” Nicky answered. “Unfortunately I only have produce and red meat for you today.” She checked her list and pointed at the wagon.

“Here, no one’s home,” Topper stepped forward to the front door and fidgeted with his keys, “or let me know we were getting a delivery.” He laughed awkwardly and left the door open wide for everyone to enter. 

Nicky stepped inside with the wagon, taking in the largeness of the house, gawking at the spiral staircase, staring at the professionally taken photographs of the family that sat on the wall, perfectly hung and seemingly dusted off weekly because there wasn’t any hint of it anywhere. 

“Our mom thinks she’s an interior decorator but she’d only ever get hired at the funeral home if you ask me.” Addie said kicking her shoes off by the door and dropping her bag. 

Nicky choked on a laugh while Topper responded with another high-pitch, “Addie!” 

The little girl rolled her eyes, “You say it too when we don’t have pretty girls over, which is never.” 

Topper blushed and went to pinch the bridge of his nose, embarrassed and getting annoyed with his little sister. 

“Addie, why don’t you go do…  homework or something.” He stuttered. 

“It’s summer, Topper.” She stood there barely 4 feet but her attitude was 6 feet tall. 

“Ad-” he began to say. 

“Addie, go anywhere but here,” she let out a large sigh as her shoulders dropped and she ran upstairs. 

“Sorry about her, she’s–” Topper started to say before Nicky cut him off. 

“Amazing.” A smile filled her face. “When she’s in high school you’ll be grateful for that attitude when you don’t have to handle bullies.” 

“That’s probably true,” Topper laughed and let an awkward silence fill the air. “So, I wanted to call you,”

“You don’t have to do that, Top.” Nicky shook her head. The use of his name from her mouth sent chills down his spine. “It’s fine, we can just go back to how things were, actually we don’t even need to, I’m sure you’re off to college soon, we probably won’t even see each other, unless I’m dropping off grocery orders, but I don’t think we’re gonna have another hurricane anytime soon, at least not until late August, which you’ll be at school, and won’t see me, if you’re going to school that is, I don’t mean to assume, I just figured–” Nicky was rambling. 

“Do you want to hang out right now?” Topper asked. 

Nicky stood stunned for a minute, “I, uh, have one more delivery to make.” She pointed back outside. 

“Let me put away our grocery bags and I’ll meet you outside.” Topper said. Nicky figured he ignored her comment but would just have to make her point known outside. 

She made her way through the extravagant doors with the wagon that had a couple bags left in it for her last delivery and just took in the scenery as she waited for Topper. Her eyes fell onto the large fountain that had a golden pineapple at the center of it. It made Nicky smile because of the comment Addie had made about her mother’s passion for interior design. It had clearly extended to landscaping design as well. 

“That’s my room.” Topper pointed to just above where Nicky was staring. She looked up to see the porch he was referring to and nodded. “You have your own balcony.” 

“My room is more secluded from the rest of the house, and comes with perks like a balcony also. My mom likes to keep us all at a distance so” Topper said with a shrug, clear that he and his mom didn’t have the best relationship. 

“I get that.” She nodded. “I mean not the east wing of a house thing but I get the parent keeping you at a distance thing.” 

“Alright, let’s go.” Topper said, grabbing the wagon, beginning to walk down the street. “Where’s your next delivery?” He looked back at her. 

She was stuck, shocked, but also confused. “Uh, it’s on Magnolia Street, near the dock.” 

Topper stopped, almost tripping on his feet when he heard where the delivery was. 

“That’s like a 40 minute walk?” He frowned. 

“It’s more like 25 but yeah.” She began walking towards him to take the wagon from him. “You don’t have to come with me, if anything it’s better, I’m doing deliveries with JJ.” 

“I can deal with JJ.” Topper placed his hand in his pocket to pull out his keys. “Come on, we’ll throw the wagon in the trunk, I’ll drive us there.” 

“What if I don’t want you to deal with JJ. What if I don’t want to deal with anyone.” Nicky’s words crashed into each other quickly. 

“I didn’t mean like deal with him deal with him.” Topper started to fumble on his words. “I just meant like I don’t mind having to interact with him.”

“Clearly. The black eyes courtesy of you and your friends made it very clear that you love interacting with him.”

Topper closed his eyes, seemingly regretting every time he put his hands on JJ, which was weird, all over a girl? Nicky Maybank? 

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Let me just take you to the house and I’ll leave before you get back to the dock. JJ won’t even see me.” His hands were up innocently. 

Nicky thought for a minute, she did want to spend time with him, even if it was a short amount of time. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Topper smiled and took the wagon back for a second time and loaded it and the groceries back in the car.  As he walked to the driver's seat of the car, he pulled a water bottle out that he had on him from when he left the house. “Here, you must be dying,” he said. 

“Are you telling me I look like shit?” Nicky tried to hold back a smile as she grabbed the ice cold water bottle from him. 

“No, n-no, I just– it’s hot out, and you’ve been walking and–”

Nicky placed her hand on his shoulder, “Topper, relax, I’m joking.” 

His head fell down with a chuckle, “Sorry, I’m just, I’m sorry I didn’t reach out.” He lifted his head up to look at her. 

“You didn’t have my number.” She leaned her head back against the jeeps’ headrest, knowing that he was going to mention that earlier. “And then the hurricane.” She pointed to the sky. 

“Yea,” he chuckled, “I was going to say that earlier.” 

“Well, here.” She opened the console and grabbed a pen and piece of paper starting to write down her number. “No more excuses.” 

“Well, we can’t control the weather,” Topper grabbed the paper with the number and slipped it in the top of his sun visor. 

“Yea, but now, you can call me when it’s raining.” Her smile was contagious which explained Topper’s matching grin. 

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The ride wasn’t long, it almost made Nicky wish that they had walked, even in this disgusting heat, just to get more minutes with him. Which was insane to her, that she was wishing for more time with Topper. She wasn’t sure when that realization was going to fade, that maybe an entire life of hating him was an over reaction, all surface level. She knew there was the whole years and years of battle between him and JJ but getting to know him on this deeper level made that fade to the back of her mind quicker and quicker as the minutes passed. The ride was so enjoyable, there was something about driving in the summer sun with the top down, wind blowing through your hair, mixed with belly laughs and no worries. 

It was weird, they didn’t talk about school, they didn’t talk about anything you think they’d talk about. It was all new territory, getting to know each other outside of everything they thought they knew. 

“So what were you up to before I came by?” Nicky said recovering form whatever the last thing Topper said that made her explode into laughter. 

“Oh God, you’re gonna make fun of me.” He glanced at her with one hand on the wheel while the wind forced it’s way through his frosted hair. 

Damn. He looked good.

Nicky thought for a moment and figured, she’d have nothing to lose. “Not sure I could make fun of you when you look like that.” 

Topper’s gaze went back to the street as his tongue mindlessly played with the inside of his mouth trying to hold back a smile. 

“We were looking for seashells, amongst other things,” he shrugged,  “the storm washes things up.” 

“You baffle me.” She shook her head with her mouth gaping in shock. 

Topper looked at her confusedly waiting for an explanation. 

“You go crabbing to get fresh seafood for your sister, you take her to treasure hunt on the beach, you’re driving me to one of my deliveries, it’s just–” she paused thinking of what exactly to say, “you’re not who I thought you were.” 

“And who did you think I was?” He asked, still keeping one hand on the wheel. 

“Honestly? A dick.” She snorted. Topper matched her laugh.  

The two were silent for a minute as they both fell into thought. It was a heavy statement, for both of them. Nicky’s extent of Topper was everything him and his friends had put her brother and her friends through since middle school. The teasing, the practical jokes, which eventually escalated to more mean practical jokes and teasing and then physical fights. 

For Topper, the weight of everything he had put the girl through, even if it wasn’t directly meant for her, was bothering him. But things felt ultimately different now. It was a little cliche but, they had graduated, and that changed everything. There wasn’t the pressure of societal norms, or Kildare County norms. In just a few months their entire graduating class would be going off in different directions, different schools, different states. Their futures were different, which is why he looked at this from a new angle. 

But, even despite his optimistic view, it didn’t change everything that happened before. All the things that silently sat building the tension between them every time they were together. That tension though, it was what made this fun. 

“I know it doesn’t mean much,” Topper began to offer up as he pulled up to the last delivery house, “but I’m sorry for all the stupid shit I put you through.” He paused and then stuttered, “and JJ.” 

“I appreciate that. For the record, I like this Topper better than whatever show you put on for your friends.” Nicky said as the car was put into park. 

The delivery went smoothly without issue, Topper stayed in the car per Nicky’s instructions. She didn’t want anyone to see them if they didn’t have to. Whatever this was, it wasn’t ready for unnecessary public eye. 

“You hungry?” Topper asked as Nicky jumped back into the car. 

“Starved but I really gotta get back to Heyward’s boat. JJ’s probably waiting for me.” Nicky buckled her seatbealt. 

Topper nodded, disappointment filling his face, “I’ll drop you off at the dock.” He put his jeep in drive and began the trek back to the Figure 8 docking station.  

“Tomorrow?” Nicky chimed in seeing his face and not wanting him to think she was avoiding him. “We can go wherever, I don’t know what kind of food kooks eat but I’m sure I’d love it.” A shrug fell from her shoulders as the lie slipped through your teeth. 

“Yea, yea, that sounds good. I can pick you up?” Topper was stuttering slightly as he agreed. 

“Topper?” Nicky asked, afraid to make eye contact with him. 

“What’s up?” He bent his head down to get a good look at her. 

“Can we like, just go to the pier or go off island or something?” Nicky didn’t want to have to act like a kook or go to kook places, between simply not wanting to she didn’t want the comments that would come along with being seen with him or fake this. 

“Yea, that’s no problem–we can go surfing?” He phrased it as an uneasy question, not sure if it’s something the girl would want to do with him. 

“That’s perfect.” Her face lit up and she brought her legs criss crossed on the seat as she stared out the window win a smile on her face. 

In the drivers seat, Topper looked the same, the grin he was wearing as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel with no other thought than how excited for tomorrow he was. 

As they pulled up to the dock, Nicky undid her seatbelt and turned to Topper. “I’m glad I ran into you.” 

“Me too, I’m, uh, really looking forward to tomorrow.” 

“Text me?” She grinned at him. “That way we don’t have to wait until tomorrow.” 

“Yea, I’ll text you.” He let out a chuckle and he leaned forward a little. 

Before anything could happen Nicky was ducking down on the floor of his Jeep, bending down so that she couldn’t be seen out the window. 

“Fuck! JJ!” She called out from below. 

Topper turned to look out his window to see JJ stepping onto Heywards boat with a bag. 

“He’s not looking if you wanna pop out right now.” He kept his eyes on the kid. 

Nicky listened, reaching for the handle and grateful that her door was on the other side where JJ wouldn’t be able to see. As she slipped out the door, literally, she sat down on the gravel, just to extra cautious of any prying eyes but the only ones on her were Topper’s. He must have walked around while she was finessing her way out of the car. 

“Your car is very geometric.” She said a little embarrassed as he bent down to be eye level with her. 

“You are very weird, Nicky Maybank.” He spoke those words and leaned in to kiss her. Her back was being held up by the running board but soon she was being held up by Topper’s hand behind her head as he pressed his lips against hers. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it wasn’t short either. It was the perfect first kiss length and as Topper pulled away Nicky spoke up. 

“What a compliment.” She laughed and stared up at him as he reached and grabbed a piece of stray a woodchip from her hair that likely got there from her acrobatics out of the car. 

Topper helped the girl up and after he grabbed her cart from the trunk, they moved over to the fruit stand that was set up in the lot, just enough cover for them to say their goodbyes. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” She grinned, still elated from the kiss. 

“You’ll see me tomorrow.” 

The two hugged goodbye, not taking the chance to kiss again since they were out in the open more now. Nicky had been cheesing extremely hard as she dragged the cart back over to the dock. Her phone in hand as it buzzed with a text from Topper. 

“I meant to ask if you’ll wax my board for me tomorrow lol” 

“The real reason you want to go surfing comes out” She texted him back. 

“That and I want to kiss you again.” 

His text made Nicky grin like she never had before. But that was soon interrupted by JJ. 

“What are you smiling at?” JJ’s face was twisted up as he stared at his sister. 

“A text.” Her face dropped immediately and a face of disgust filled it as she looked at her nosy brother. 

“You look like shit.” He said giving her the same look back. 

“Thanks you smell like shit and you were the one with the golf cart.” She pushed past him and secured things on the boat. 

“I got food.” JJ said as he lounged on the bench seat. 

“Thanks!” She called out from the captains quarters. 

“Hey, who were you talking to?” JJ asked, his feet kicked up. 

Nicky looked out the sliding door and frowned. “What?” Her heart was racing. 

“I don’t know when I loaded up I saw you at the stand hugging someone.” JJ wasn’t looking at Nicky as he asked, he was on his phone doing something which gave Nicky the hint that he probably didn’t know.

“Maria. The lady who works the stand, you know the one who let me bring home stuff every so often. She knows about Dad and with the hurricane she was just being friendly, gave me a hug when I told her we didn’t have power and dad’s been MIA.” Damn, was she a good liar. 

“Cool, she didn’t give you any free shit today?” JJ was standing up grabbing the takeout bag and pulling out some expensive looking chicken bowl. 

“Nah, she said her stock was low, stock couldn’t get over the bridge this morning.” Another great lie. 

“Word, well here’s an expensive ass burrito bowl that set me back like $15 easy.” He mockingly smiled at her. 

“Add it to my tab.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed it. 

“What is that?” JJ frowned and reached out to pull a woodchip from her hair. “You livin’ in the fuckin’ woods or some shit?” 

Nicky swatted his hand away. “I just walked half of figure 8, cut me a fuckin’ break and eat your expensive ass burrito bowl, loser.” 

JJ laughed and sat back down on the bench while Nicky moved back to the wheel of the boat and got everything in gear to head back home, grateful that JJ didn’t see anything and more importantly looking forward to tomorrow.

[m3ntally-unstable]

When you read a really good fic but then after ur done reading it, realising that it was a part of a series so now your dying because now you’ve ruined it.

[chimindity]

Do not get her pregnant

Summary | John B catches his sister making out with her boyfriend. Request by @jjsfavgirl

Pairing | John B & sister!reader

Warning | mention of JJ getting a boner, it is not explicitly stated, make-out session

A/N | I love your request!! I hope you like it sweetheart

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-"JJ can you hug me?" It all started from there, until it got out of hand, your boyfriend is now on top of you, kissing you languidly.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he holds you tight in his arms, both whimpering between the kiss.

-"you think my brother is here?" You ask suddenly, remembering about the thought of not being alone in the house, meanwhile JJ doesn't seems to care, being too distracted by your lips.

That's when you feel his hands rubbing your arms, trying to ease you down -"hey baby, we— we are just kissing it's nothing" he whispers leaving kisses on your jaw.

A moan slips out of your mouth as he hits your sensitive spot, a smirk grows on his face.

-"think I found it" he chuckles, you start relaxing and kiss him back, everything is good until.

Your brother storms out into your room, interrupting the both of you in a long make-out session, -"dude? What are you doing to my sister?" John B's voice causes you to jolt, as you pull yourself away from JJ.

-"do I have to remind you that she's my girlfriend?" JJ sits up grabbing the nearest pillow to place it on his lap, you roll your eyes at the sight, trying to hide your smirk.

John B sighs, walking in circle -"I get it, my sister is your girlfriend but you— cannot get her pregnant" you glance at your boyfriend confusedly, rubbing the back of you neck.

-"uhm John B, we were just kissing" you giggle knowing that your brother always overreacts.

-" I know my dick skill are g—" you cut JJ off, not wanting him to finish his sentence, as you give him a death stare.

-"i still see you as my baby sister following me everywhere, and now she's all over her boyfriend which happens to be my bestfriend" you purse your lips at hearing his word, not knowing what to say.

-"i mean, you're still my brother John B" you stand up, stepping closer to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders -"and I still love you" you feel his arms soften around you as he hugs you back.

-"i love you too sis" he rests his chin on your head before stepping away from the hug, -"JJ, I would like for you to keep your dick in your pants" you watch John B points out his finger at JJ, warning him like a kid.

-"'Yes, man" was all he responded before John B walks out of your room, you both look at each other as you burst out laughing.

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[chucky-vs-the-giant-tortoise]

tangled

JJ Maybank x toddler!sister!reader

(REQUEST): thinking of baby sister maybank maybe being 1-2 and jj is really struggling with her hair, and he wants her hair out of her face but doesn’t know what to do. so sarah and kie step in

warning(s): N/A

a/n: thank you for the request, m'love. if i'm being honest i may rewrite this in the future because i have unfortunately had very little motivation to write this week. :( but even still i hope that you enjoy.

also, to everyone who has written me a request, i promise i'm working on them! they should all hopefully be finished by this week or the next.

“Ow!” Y/N squeaked, her plump digits failing to swat away JJ’s hands.

Her elder brother huffed, struggling to tame the toddler’s head of unruly curls. It was hard enough to pull all of the odds and ends of her hair into a ponytail far too small for his large fingers–let alone when she was intervening in the already troublesome process. 

“I know, I know,” JJ said, instinctively jutting out one of his hands to keep a wriggling Y/N from jumping out of his lap. He just barely managed to foil yet another one of her escape attempts. “You’ve just gotta sit still for a minute, peanut. Almost done.”

Y/N continued to whine, squinting against the harsh sun whilst JJ fiddled around with an elastic band in several failed attempts to create a functioning ponytail. The task only got harder as time trekked on—Y/N was antsy to join Kie and Sarah up at the bow of the HMS Pogue, and the more she tried to squirm her way to freedom, the worse JJ’s makeshift ponytails became.

“Jesus, dude. What the Hell are you doin’ to our mini Pogue, huh?” John B teased from the helm after several minutes of Y/N’s aggravated complaints, tonguing his cheek in amusement.

JJ had managed to get a good chunk of Y/N’s hair held sturdily away from her face, but several of her thick curls still fell like a veil over her large blue eyes. 

“Don’t listen to him, Jay. You’re a pro,” Pope laughed from behind him. JJ glared from behind the lenses of his shades.

“Ha-ha-fucking-ha. You ever tried to do this shit, man? It’s harder than it looks.”

The girls laughed as they caught a glimpse of JJ’s masterpiece. Y/N pouted, blonde curls spilling over her chubby face. “Need some help over there, Jay?” Kiara finally asked, taking pity on JJ who now wore a nearly identical pout to his baby sister. 

The boy sighed, running a hand through his own hair. “Please.” He scooped up his sister and carefully set her down on her unstable feet. “She’s all yours.”

Y/N, content with her newfound freedom, barrelled over to where her favourite Pogues had been sitting all afternoon: lounging around as they tanned and took swigs from their respective beers. Sarah laughed as the young girl fell onto her legs, wasting no time in sitting the little firecracker between herself and Kie.

“Wow,” Sarah said, observing the elder Maybank’s work up close. It was worse than she thought. “JJ really did a number on you, huh?”

“Jay bad at hair!” Y/N accused, brows furrowed in annoyance as she pointed a crude finger at her big brother. JJ rolled his eyes.

“Did better than you could've, peanut.” Y/N stuck out her tongue in response, and the girls chuckled as JJ reciprocated her gesture.

“Don’t worry, Y/N/N. We’ll take care of it,” Kie said, carefully undoing JJ’s handiwork without so much of a wince from the toddler. Sarah dipped into her bag to find a hairbrush and the few extra elastics she always kept on hand. “Gonna make you look so pretty, bub.”

“Promise?” The little girl beamed up at her, and Kie lightly pinched at her cheek.

“Promise.”

It took an embarrassingly short period of time for Kie and Sarah to get Y/N’s hair in order, brushing it into two braided pigtails on either side of her small head. The smile never left Y/N’s face as they worked, efficient and gentle in their process—the complete opposite to JJ’s hectic routine.

“Alrighty,” Sarah declared as she manoeuvred the final hairband, twisting the elastic a few extra times around the toddler’s braid to keep it in place. “You’re all done, Y/N!”

“I look pretty?” Y/N asked, eyes shining with anticipation. Kiara tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

“The prettiest.”

Y/N wasted no time in toddling back over to where JJ was now busy talking to the other two boys, her cheeks dimpled with pride.  “Jay!” She cheered, bouncing with excitement. The blond looked down at her, a grin breaking out over his face as he caught sight of his baby sister’s new hairdo. “Pretty?”

JJ chuckled, lifting her back into his lap and pressing a sloppy kiss to her nose.

“Beautiful as ever, munchkin.” Y/N wrapped her small arms around his bronzed shoulders, and JJ gave another quick kiss to her temple. “What’d’ya say we get Kie and Sarah to do your hair all the time now, huh?”

He barely had enough time to complete his sentence as an empty beer can came flying at his shoulder, thrown by a now smirking Kiara.

“You wish, Maybank!”

[qlossytbh]

𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ૢ་༘࿐

♡ favs | ✎ request | 𝄞 song |

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

: ̗̀➛ the other girl ✎

: ̗̀➛ you belong with me ✎𝄞

: ̗̀➛ by your side ✎

: ̗̀➛ birthday blues

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

: ̗̀➛ starry night 𝄞♡

: ̗̀➛ cold morning ♡

: ̗̀➛ baking

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

: ̗̀➛

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

: ̗̀➛ twin sister au! headcanons ✎

[princessbrunette]

is jj scared of kitty’s older sister? 🤭 i think he’d be a lil scared :p

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yes i think i mentioned he is definitely scared of her 😭 when he comes to collect kitty and her older sister answers the door he just starts rambling at her 😭

“oh, you.” she eyes him and he freezes for a sec.

“yep, uh— in the flesh! you wouldn’t perhaps… perchance know where that little sister of yours is? i was textin’ her but my phone died and i’m here to pick her up but like, if you don’t wanna call her for me that’s fine i’ll just like… i’ll climb to her window… i won’t damage the property or anything i’ll just —”

she cuts him off by yelling your name up the stairs, eyes still on him as she analyses him. “— your boyfriends here.” she adds to the end of her call.

when you trot down the stairs and see him standing there tensely with his hands in his pockets you tsk, hip checking your sister to the side lightly. “don’t be mean to him.”

“i didn’t say shit.” she shrugs, disappearing back into the house.

“she’s cool. crapped myself a little, but she’s cool.” jj reassures before the two of you skip off to his car.

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[raribella]

Love is Embarrassing | JJ Maybank

summary: although JJ had promised your brother he wouldn’t ever hurt you, you saw him kissing Kie while you were on a break.

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader

genre: emotionally heavy anst, fluff in the end

contains: reader being a real bitch, mentions of Luke and parental abuse, inspired by some songs in the album “GUTS” by Olivia Rodrigo, kinda shitty ending but let me know.

word count: 2,7k

author’s note: alright I know I’ve been MIA and a bitch and I haven’t posted anything in months (worse if you see how much stuff is on my “upcoming works” section), but I’ve just had a lot of ideas, little time and little confidence to write. one of my best friends just showed me obx and I’m in love with this blonde and I got (I think) a spoiler about him and Kie and I just had to do something with my feelings.

This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters of Outer Banks nor any characteristic of the show. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.

“If I fuck up with her that might as well be the last thing I do in my life, John B! I mean it!”

the words that JJ heatedly uttered to your twin brother the day he found out about the two of you were repeating over and over in your head right now. You remembered it all too well; John B was seething, absolutely pissed, seeing red. You and JJ Maybank knew each other for as long as he and your brother were best friends, when you turned 14, he declared to all the Pogues that you were off limits, and about two months ago, you and JJ started seeing each other. One month into it and JB discovered you, which was easy considering JJ already spent most of his time with both of you at the Chateau. JJ promised his best friend that he wouldn’t fuck up with you because two things mattered the most for him in this life; their friendship, and yourself.

But as of lately, he was having some problems with Luke and he asked for some time “out” so he could figure his shit out without involving or hurting you and you disagreed but you’d do pretty much anything in this world for this man so you decided to say yes.

To his bullshit.

Bullshit, you figured out about half an hour ago, when you heard a confusing conversation between him and Kiara – the perfect one – and when you went outside to track the noise, you saw them kissing.

You were fifteen minutes late to leave for the weekly kegger and you forced yourself to lock yourself in the bathroom and call in sick – because that you were, and you wouldn’t handle being out partying and pretending like seeing the kooks, and seeing them two wouldn’t make you feel the same type of nausea at this moment.

Sarah was the third person to try and make you get out of the bathroom. The first being your brother and the second, Pope. Although you were thankful neither JJ nor Kie had tried to talk to you, when you heard your best friend’s voice, you were actually starting to feel sick, you were having a migraine from holding tears up, and you were sweating.

“Y/n, come on! You were so excited to come not even an hour ago, we’re already late and I don’t see why wouldn’t you want to come”

Your vision was blurry as you palmed the door and laid your forehead on it. Sarah realized that you really weren’t coming when she heard your voice crack.

“Sarah please, just, go on out without me this one time, I need not to be there right now and I also need to be alone please don’t ask me questions I can’t handle to answer you this moment I promise-“

As you rambled, she frowned from the other side of the door. Making sure to get everyone to leave for the Kegger, to try and remember asking you about this later on, and to reassure John B that you were actually okay.

You’ve been successfully avoiding JJ for about two weeks now. It started with enough discretion, allegedly going to the bathroom every time he entered a room, or offering everyone any snacks you would spend too much time preparing in the kitchen. For him, it started getting obvious when you looked the other way when he looked at you at the beach, or when you refused to surf and, as of recently, started slamming the doors on him. JJ was getting pissed at this rate. He started by simply frowning and brushing it off, but you couldn’t just keep slamming doors and not even looking at him, and if everyone else noticed, they just wouldn’t budge! The worst part is that he didn’t know what had happened nor if he could fix it. You understood him when he told you he needed time to figure out some stuff with Luke, but the truth was he was still very much freaked out about that. He still loved you, and he couldn’t afford to see you like this anymore, especially when such behavior was being directed at him. JJ missed you. Even if he couldn’t really figure his shit out, he missed you screaming at the top of your lungs as you entered the sea, he missed your smile, your laidback grin that he was the only receiver of, he missed your colorful bikinis, and how they embraced your features as you would jump onto every wooden swing near the shore, your curly hair flying everywhere filled with salt spray. He just missed you, the real you. And he had to talk to you to see if there was even a chance that he could get you back.

You, on the other hand, kept avoiding the questioning looks the pogues would send you every time you were harsh or avoidant at JJ, your brother even attempted to talk to you, silently, just with glances, and figure out if his best friend had hurt you. But even if he did, it only hurt because you loved him too much, and you decided it was best to protect him from John B’s wrath. You felt embarrassed whenever Kiara questioned you with her eyes as well; you felt embarrassed to be near her. You kept crucifying yourself and both her and JJ because of everything, often zoning out of the conversation and just bitterly reminiscing about the times you consoled your boyfriend as he cried late at night in your room, being gentle with his bruises. – thinking how could you be so stupid? giving up everything, betting on him against your brother’s better judgment. You kept paying attention to Kie and how, since that day, she looked like the sweetest thing of the Cut, the fucking hell-side of the island. Her perfume lingered in the air even at the beach and made you feel sick; you saw her everywhere now, even when you looked at him. You saw the scene of them kissing. Feeling every word she would utter toward you in conversation like bullets on your skin. As it was torture how she was the greatest thing to ever exist – how everyone loved her, how she was so much better than you; poisoning everything that you do and still being the sweetest friend, making you despise how rotten your mind was; how jealous your eyes were.

You were bottled up to the brim.

It started out simple enough. JJ had noticed everyone was doing their own thing at the Chateau; John B was absent for the time being, and you were alone on the couch, fidgeting, focused on whatever. It seemed like the perfect window to try and have an actual conversation about what’s been happening. He just didn’t expect it all to escalate so quickly. He didn’t expect you to have seen a part of his conversation with Kiara about his dad – but not everything, not the ending. – He hadn’t expected a conversation with you of all people to become a bomb with a short fuse that would explode into feelings tainted crimson. watching you bleed, making him bleed all over for you.

"Pogues don't mack on pogues, y/n! this shit freaked me out, your brother finding out freaked me out, yeah, even if he’s my best friend and I was afraid that-”

“Oh, so you go ‘round and fucking get with Kiara?! this is fucking bullshit, JJ! bullshit-

“Y/n, listen to me!”

You both were screaming, Kie’s eyes went wide as she tried calling your name as well but you had already started crying and couldn’t pay attention to anyone but him. At this point, as John B arrived at the Chateau and followed the noise, the people around you calming you down couldn’t be sure if they were afraid of his arrival or actually relieved. You kept interrupting each other. JJ pulled his hair and you pointed at yourself and to your side – as if Kiara was still there – strength marking red fingertips above your chest.

“‘Cause she’s not even a real pogue, right?! that’s why you got so confident about it, huh?”

it was almost as if the room went silent. Kiara decided to step outside to give you space; to take a moment to breathe in and take notice that you didn’t mean that. She was sure you didn’t. The rest of the group started to move aside as well although they could obviously still hear the commotion. Only you, John B, and JJ were in the living room. Your brother grabbed your shoulders from behind trying to ground you in any way he could, JJ growing nervous at the rate of the conversation and his friend’s presence.

You looked into his eyes and it was as if the blue in them was slowly fading, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth twisted in a clearly upset frown. As tears stained your cheeks, pride still overpowering your shame and feelings pent up, you started with more meaningless empty jabs, which, said angrily enough, would only make JJ bleed more as he fell silent himself.

“I really loved you, you know? You gotta laugh at the stupidity.. right? Come on you were going around doing that shit and I swear JJ I used to think was really smart… I was just a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked-up little thrill for you, tho… best friend’s little twin… ridiculous.”

At that, John B diverted his attention toward his friend with stern questioning eyes. JJ gulped.

“Look, man I just really need to talk to her and explain myself, ‘aight? I didn’t do what- Things are really not what they seem right now and I need her to-“

“Fuck, JJ, that’s bullshit! How can you not even flinch when you fucking lie like that! Things are just like what they seem you never even fucking loved me! You can’t love anyone, ‘cause that would mean you had a heart, right? But you’re a fucking Maybank! And I really tried to help you out all this time but now I know that I can’t!”

You were calming down, but exploded again, as the words left your mouth though, you started regretting them, the most deeply someone could ever regret anything maybe, worsening by the second as you saw the man you still loved muttering a small “no”, cracking at your words and shedding a tear. As Kiara heard what you said from the outside, she didn’t even think before bursting into the house again, turning every head in her direction.

“Y/n you’re spiraling and you’re saying things you’ll fucking regret! I kissed him, alright?! This is my fault. He stopped me, he loves you and he wouldn’t do that, okay?”

Though the words she was muttering were calming you down, she was calling you out, she was absolutely mad at what you said about JJ’s father because she had context and it was really fucked up. You felt small.

“Kiss?!” John B asked, his eyebrows shooting up. It wasn’t his intention to aggravate the situation but it was his little sister involved. JJ tried to start talking and explain the situation – which Kiara had left him to, but he could really only think about one thing.

“I- uh… did you mean it? What you said.”

JJ rarely expressed any sign of vulnerability, so as his voice broke, you felt like your heart did too, rushing to explain yourself now, and trying to get closer to him.

“I didn’t mean it, J, I really didn’t! God, I don’t even know how you can still even look at me right now I’m so sorry I was just so fucking broken at the idea of you che- of losing you, and I- I thought you had found someone else and I damn near started world war III right now and it’s just because I love you so much and I know you don’t deserve another fucked up demonstration of love, you deserve to feel so good, Jay, and I’m really sorry, I love you so so much, and I will understand if you never-“

You were interrupted by the shock of his own body against yours. The both of you were panting, crying, completely tired sighs leaving each mouth as if this was all going on for days and you were so hurt, yet needing each other so much. John B and Kiara were ‘okay’ enough with the newfound situation to leave you both to your own devices again, and you just clung to one another, sitting on the floor for what felt like hours until he decided to speak again.

“Y/n… I asked for us to take some time because it was becoming too real, y’know? What we felt for each other.. it was, touchable- it is. And when everyone else found out, and then John B… You know I don’t talk about this usually, not with anyone but you, but I didn’t want my dad to find out about us, to find out about you. I don’t want him knowing what you are for me I don’t want him knowing that laying a single finger on you can be worse than any punch he could throw my way. And I wanted to figure this out without you knowing about it because you’d say it’s fine, and I-“

As your mind processes his words, you start to think how in the world you got a man whose the first concern about a monster of a father would be you. How could you deserve it, especially after what you had insinuated about him. “It is! It’s fine, honey, we can-“

“No, y/n it’s not fine because I don’t ever want you to even worry your pretty little head about a situation like that, y’know? And It’s not fine because the pogues are my family and the love I feel for you, if anything would happen to you because of him I’ll be damned, damned, and in jail for murder, you can trust me I will.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. All you could do was keep the hold you had on each other, slightly caressing his head.

“Since I didn’t want you to know about it, I went to Kie, that night of the Kegger, and she tried to help me and she said she loved me and I did too but then she kissed me and I assume it’s what you saw but I did step back, I promise! I told her off… Y/n I told your brother that if I intentionally hurt you, if I fucked up with you like this then that might as well be the last thing I did in my life and I mean it. I love you so much, little Routledge, and I’m all in now. We can figure shit out as we go but as long as we have each other, okay?”

As JJ spoke, he held your hands, reassuring you at the end. Hours had passed ever since you started talking, so when the pogues felt everything was calmer they decided to go back in the house slowly – figure out how you were, what were the plans for the night.

“Do you really forgive me for what I said? I will understand, J, I’m so, so sorry, I love you so much” You touched your forehead with his, and JJ sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I love you. I love you, y/n… can’t be without you.”

And as you both kissed each other as if you were making up for ages lost, Sarah smiled at the corner of the room, John B interrupting the show. “Come on with the PDA, love birds… What are we doing tonight, then?” He half-heartedly scolded as you got up, hand glued to the blonde's. You let out a big sigh again, before brushing them off with an honest, but half-assed excuse, already making the way to your room.

“I mean, you could go to Heyward’s… I think we’ll just lie down a bit.. ‘twas kinda draining…” you saw a bunch of side smiles as the group left through the door, Sarah grinned, letting out a puff of air through her nose, and when Pope went to close the door, he screamed back in the direction of your room, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” which earned a scream back from an already lying down JJ, “might as well not do anything!” and for the first time in a while, you laughed, making your way to lie on top of him, his embrace being all you needed.

“You know… we could go out to surf tomorrow,” he offered, still missing the sight of a happy you, your bikini, and the ocean.

“First thing in the morning.” You answered.

[vampiretendencies]

request; jj blurb idea! wearing his clothes for the first time/him seeing you in his clothes for the first time. maybe showering at the chateau but you didn’t bring anything so he gives you a tshirt! hehe literally kicking my feet under the table rn

pairing; jj x fem!reader

warnings; fluff, maybe suggestive

authors note; i was doing the same when you sent this anon in love with this idea ! (req a blurb from below w what’s left on the prompt list, or send in blurb, imagines, & fic ideas) a few more hours until season 3!

other ways to say i love you prompt list

The opportunity to wear JJ’s clothes tainted your thoughts undoubtedly.

Not only because it belonged to him but because everything about JJ’s wardrobe, is so JJ.

No problem with repping any and everything that belonged to your infamous boyfriend. Wether it be wearing his pair of boxers as shorts, a wife beater to slumber in, or a random tee shirt to go out in broad day light.

You just longed for his material to be around your figure.

Congenial and adequate, soft yet comfortable— all elements of his clothes that are alike with JJ.

They are his clothes, after all.

“JJ let go of me!”

Stood smack in the the middle of JJ’s room at the chateau. His window partially open, wind bristling from the night air, making its way through. Whilst the hard wood floors beneath the two of you tracked the imprints of your feet. Bed rolled around in, from you forcing JJ off of you then— merely to let you get up and off of the bed to shower, that you did. Since you came out though, wearing little clothing, (given that there wasn't much of your own items lying around at the Chateau) he hasn't let you be.

He encapsulates you with his sinewy arms, body swallowing you whole. Whilst you forcefully push your hands against his broad, shirtless chest— the skin mellow and thick. Indentations of your miniature hands marking his skin, like your were a rag doll; screaming for dear life.

All JJ could muster was a low, raspy chuckle.

“Say you won’t leave.”

JJ wanted to make love to you all day long.

Not sex.

But emotionally.

To emotionally make love, to have and hold. A day full of luster, every millisecond spent around or with you. To confide in and maybe even shrink you and put you in his pocket.

A keepsake.

“You know I can’t, I don’t have another change of clothes.”

Behind every ‘can’t’ JJ miraculously finds a way, opportunity at hand to see you clad in something of his.

“Lets find you something of mine?”

JJ flicks his tongue, peering down at you due to the fact that he knows he’s won and you aren’t moving a muscle. His hands maneuver themselves to the lower part of your ass, hands habitually grasp the masses with a squeeze of his hands.

“Are you gonna’ give me something to wear then or what?”

You hid your secret giddiness inside, not wanting to be the one to initiate this sentiment— things seemingly working themselves out anyway.

“Actually, baby … just fuckin’ walk around naked … s’even better.”

He acknowledges the glint in your eye, possibly even a twitch that says, ‘get me some damn clothes before I wring your neck.’

“Okay okay, whatcha’ thinkin’ a little Heywards t-shirt action … Bait Shop shirt … ?”

He let go of you distastefully, instantly salivating for the contact again. Walking over to the wooden drawers of his dresser, pulling out multiple options— signaling you to come over and pick.

“Surprise me.”

And you turn around, facing the emptiness of his room, that wasn’t his room, but nonetheless. Rummaging was heard as he hummed and mumbled minuscule things to himself.

“Turn around, pretty girl.”

An off-black brownish t-shirt is thrown into your hands. A decor in the upper left side that read ‘Sex Wax Est 2005’, font circular and embellished with stars on either end.

“Your turn-“

He was already turning around, the gentlemen that he prided on being. You grinned at the cotton beneath your digits, bringing it up to your nose— though it had been washed, his powerful musk still retained it. The silky sensation of yeasty beer and a freshly rolled blunt encompassed your senses.

“Need more time?”

“Just a second, J.”

If only he knew your fixation was obsessive beforehand.

“I’ll just be here … y’know ... missin' my girl."

Feet away, physical touch being his love language fully had a choke hold on him per usual.

After you were done with your inspection you pulled the thin material of your cropped cami past your shoulders, bra clasped tight to your back. Leaving you to remove those lacey pocketed shorts that adorned your body; his shirt lazily pulled past your head, drowning you in its bigger size, falling just to your mid thigh.

The sole way to sleep with JJ disclosed.

You felt more his than you ever had in the past; claiming his array of bib and tucker with exuberance.

His baby suffocating in him.

You cleared your throat gesturing for him to turn around, his mouth gaping open as he's awe struck; open long enough that you were impressed something didn't fly in it.

"Shit you look better than me!"

Ogle eyes whilst his mouth formed a tight-lipped smile, stomach churning and insides wavering at the woman he chose to take part in his life with him.

It may be a shirt to most, but with his person inside of it made it all the more nostalgic, heart growing tender.

"C'mere gotta get a better look at you."

Following suit you step forward to him, lips instantly connecting with your jaw with pure infatuation.

"S'perfect baby."

"Yeah? Think I can pass as the new JJ Maybank?" In the same position the two of you were in minutes ago, except grins are wider and souls aching all the more for eachother; and you mocked him.

"Pass me a beer and a J."

[alyswritings]

First Period

Request: Could you write a fic where jj maybanks little sister gets her first period and her dad finds out and makes her feel really bad about it but then jj makes her feel better?

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N gets her first period.

Warnings: luke being a dick

(gif not mine)

Y/N walks into the bathroom, pulling her pants down and sitting on the toilet. She looks down, her eyes widening at the red stain in her underwear. Her heartrate picks up, the girl quickly pulling her pants up and turning around in the mirror, seeing the red substance on the back of her pajama pants.

"No. No, no, no." She mumbles, rushing to her bedroom. She pulls the blankets back, the blood on her sheets. "Fuck." She whispers, feeling panic start to build up. She doesn't have any items to help her or prepare her for this. JJ's not even home, the boy having to work, reluctantly leaving his sister home alone with the siblings' dad.

Y/N whines as she considers going to get Luke. Maybe he's in a rare moment of sobriety and would help her. She goes to leave the room, but stops as music starts to blast letting her know she's not getting her wish.

She contemplates texting JJ, but knows they need the money and she shouldn't make him leave early, especially for something that isn't life or death.

The girl jumps as the door slams open, her father storming in.

"The fuck you doing, you useless little bitch? You were supposed to get those damn dishes done." Luke sneers, grabbing a fistful of her hair making her cry out.

"I-I'm sorry. I'll do them now." Y/N whines in pain.

"You bet your stupid ass you will." Luke seethes, Y/N flinching as spit flies onto her face. Luke starts to drag her out but notices the stain on her bed. "The fuck is that?"

"I-I got my period." Y/N admits with a shaky voice, avoiding eye contact.

"Ugh." Luke grimaces. "Don't you have shit for that?" He questions, shoving her back.

"N-no. No, this-- it's my first one." Y/N says. "I didn't-- I didn't know it happ-" She flinches as Luke punches the wall, creating a hole the size of his fist.

"You fucking idiot! You're supposed to know better when it comes to all that nasty shit!" Luke shouts.

"I'm sorry." Y/N whimpers, tears springing to her eyes.

"Don't fucking cry, you little crybaby!" He roars in her face, Y/N doing her best to hold her tears back. "Fucking stupid disgusting little bitch. God." He storms out, slamming the door shut behind him. He raises the volume on his stereo, Y/N covering her ears to block the noise out, quietly sobbing to herself.

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JJ quietly walks into the house, listening to the silence. He waits a moment, hearing the snores emitting from his father in the living room. He gently shuts the door and creeps through the house, keeping his eyes on his dad to make sure he doesn't wake up.

Ditching his bag in his bedroom, he goes to Y/N's room, gently knocking on the door before opening it and going in, shutting the door. He looks around, frowning when he spots Y/N curled up on the floor on a blanket, her head on her knees.

"Hey." JJ gently calls, Y/N's head shooting up, the boy only growing more worried at the tear stains on her face. He glances up, noticing the hole in the wall that he knows wasn't there before. "Did he hit you?"

Y/N sniffles as she shakes her head, relaxing JJ only the slightest.

"What happened, kid?" JJ asks, crouching in front of her, brushing some of her wet hair away from her face.

"I-I got my period." Y/N mumbles, sniffling. JJ's eyes widen momentarily, not expecting that answer.

"O-okay." He says. "What happened?"

"He got really mad." She says, her voice only a broken whisper. JJ sighs, grimacing at her having to deal with Luke.

"C'mere." He tries to pull her into a hug, but she pulls back.

"No." She whines. "No, I'm disgusting."

"No, you're not." JJ denies. "This is a normal process for girls, you're not disgusting." He assures.

"No, it-- it's in my underwear and on my shorts. That's why I have the blanket, I didn't wanna stain the floor." She starts to cry as she rants. "And it's-- I didn't know what to do, we haven't actually talked about this. And it's all on my bed." She sobs, JJ finally able to pull her into a hug. He gently shushes her as she cries into his shoulder, his hand resting on the back of her head and stroking her hair.

"You're okay." JJ mumbles in her ear. "You're okay. It's okay." JJ continues to hold her until her cries start to cease.

"Okay. Hey." He pulls away, smoothing her hair down. "Get changed, clean up however much you need to, put some toilet paper in your underwear, and-- and if you're okay with it, I'll call Sarah and Kie and get them to help out with-- with the whole... supply thing. Cause I can comfort you, but I know there's a lot of options and I don't know shit about any of them." He admits gaining a watery giggle from his sister.

"That's fine." She nods, rubbing her nose and sniffing.

"Okay." JJ nods. "And pack a bag. We're going to the chateau." He states.

"What about the sheets?" She asks.

"Uh... I'll throw 'em in a trash bag and we can wash them there." JJ says. "I'll handle everything. Just get ready." Y/N nods and JJ kisses her on the forehead before leaving to let her get changed.

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After a somewhat long trip to the store with Kie and Sarah on FaceTime, the two siblings managed to get the correct items. JJ didn't realize how much they would cost, using the last bit of money he had for them and a candy bar Y/N was eyeing at the counter.

The two are at the chateau and Y/N had taken a shower, taking care of everything while JJ put her sheets in the washer.

Them, Pope, and John B are hanging around as they wait for the other two girls to get here for a movie night.

"Hey." Sarah greets with a smile as she walks in.

"Hey, boys, Y/N/N." Kie smiles, walking in, her arms holding a few pizza boxes and six pack of beer along with a six pack of Y/N's favorite soda.

They get greeting in return, John B taking the pizzas from Kie and putting them on the coffee table.

"And this is especially for you." Sarah smiles, holding a basket out to Y/N. The younger girl lights up at her favorite snacks in the basket, along with a few period products and some painkillers. "A care package."

"Yeah. And if you have any questions, need any help, or anything, you know you can always come to us." Kie assures, smiling softly at the younger girl.

"Thank you." Y/N grins, getting up and hugging them both, the older two returning her hug with tight embraces.

"Here, baby Maybank." John B holds out a plate of pizza out to her, sliding a soda can over to her side of the table.

"Thanks." Y/N mumbles, accepting the plate and sitting back down.

'Thank you.' JJ mouths to his two female friends, both of them giving him smiles and nods.

"Can you sit with me?" Y/N hopefully looks up at Sarah.

"Yeah, of course." Sarah grins.

"Oh, come on." John B whines.

"Sorry, John B. I'm spoken for." Sarah shrugs, sitting next to the tween, rubbing her leg for a short comforting moment.

JJ reaches out and gets his own food and a beer, ruffling Y/N's hair before he sits back down.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Part 1, chapter 1- who the hell did this?

Series masterlist

Warnings- mentions of blood, alcohol, and drugs but nothing bad (: just sum angst.

Summary: Rafe cameron dating Jj maybanks sister was not expected by anyone. You were left to take care of your dad- alone, when Jj left for months on end, causing the two of you to have a terrible sibling relationship. Your feelings are conflicted when you hear that Rafe, your boyfriend, was the one who shot peterkin- not John b.

“Jesus, dad.” You mumbled under your breath. You gathered all the strength you had in your arms, moving him so he was laying down, taking the bottle from his hands and placing it on the table with the rest.

You sighed quietly, staring at him laying on the couch for a moment before you went out into the backyard.

It was a mess, more bottles strewn across the ground, cigarette butts and joints carelessly thrown onto the flower garden you had enjoyed building with your brother as kids.

You hadn’t seen him in forever, probably off with his friends doing stupid shit again. Grabbing the plastic bag, you threw the bottles into it, then the cigarettes and joints. The flowers were dead, beyond repair at this point.

“Hey.” A quiet voice said from behind. Your movements paused, seemingly frozen in place. You whipped your head around, looking at him.

“Jj.” You spoke, surprised. Your eyes widened and you stood up now. He walked closer.

“How is he?” He asked, looking at the house, avoiding your gaze.

“He’s fine.” You said sharply.

“You’re angry.” He scratched the back of his neck, his eyes now glued to the ground.

“No shit, jj.” You murmured, dropping the plastic bag that was in your hands. “You left him, you left us. He was worried sick.”

“I had to.” He said.

“Why are you here, Jj?”

“I just wanted to… to..” he hesitated.

“To?”

“I just wanted to check up on you. You both.”

You sighed, picking up the bag and entering the house. Jj followed behind, looking around. He looked at his dad, and the necklace around his neck.

The keys to the phantom.

You threw the small bag into the trash, along with the rest.

“It looks better in here.” He said, interrupting the tension.

“Yeah.” You scoffed. “I’m not looking after you and your fuckin’ friends now.” Your words were laced with venom, you didn’t feel bad.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Sorry.”

“I’ll be back. Make yourself at home.” You mumbled, going back out into the backyard, sighing heavily. You tried your best to ignore the tears welling in your eyes, leaning against the wall of the house.

Taking deep breaths, you opened the door to see Jj leaving already. He turned around once more, giving you one last glance before he ran into his friends car.

You weren’t shocked at your brothers disappearance anymore, instead you just looked at your dad, noticing the keys around his neck gone.

You furrowed your eyebrows, lightly shaking him awake.

“Hey, where’s your keys?” You asked him urgently, knowing that once he was sober he would be angry they were gone.

“Jj….” He mumbled, eyes still shut.

“Did jj take them?”

He didn’t answer. You grumbled under your breath, grabbing your own keys off the table.

“I’ll be back, dad.” You said, giving him a kiss on his forehead before opening the door and locking it.

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The phantom was gone. Jj was gone.

“No, no.” You mumbled. “Fuck!” You shouted. You didn’t notice the two boys coming up behind you.

“Y/n?” A voice said. You turned around, furrowing your eyebrows at the sight.

“Rafe?” Your eyes widened, you went up to him, hugging him tightly.

“Jesus, Rafe, what the fuck happened? Who the hell did this?” You asked him, your hand cupping his face and your thumb tracing over his blood, wiping it from his face.

He didn’t answer, just looking at you. You panicked as you stared at him, trying to wipe the blood off his lip.

“Stop, stop.” He mumbled, gently pushing your hand away. “I’m fine. I just need you.. i just need you to listen, okay?” His hands cupped your face now, his eyes searching yours.

“Shit, isn’t that maybanks sister?” A voice behind him laughed, interrupting what Rafe was going to say.

You quirked an eyebrow at the man, looking at him now. Rafe’s hand dropped to his sides, remembering he was here. Rafe turned to look at Barry now.

“She doesn’t have anything to do with them, man.” Rafe was quick to defend you.

Barry looked at him and back at you.

“Shit, never thought I’d see the day where you were dating a maybank.” He laughed quietly, making his way outside. Rafe looked back at you, and followed Barry.

“Stay here for a second.” He spoke to you, holding a hand out.

“What? Why? Rafe-“

“For once, just fuckin’ listen to me!” He shouted. Pausing for a moment. “Please. Please, just stay here for 2 minutes.”

You just shook your head to yourself when he left, running a hand through your hair and pacing around.

What the fuck was Rafe hiding?

Why did jj need the phantom?

What was jj up to?

Where the fuck did he go?

A scream from outside a few moments later made you snap out of your head. Rafe walked in, his helmet in his hands.

“Where are you going?” You asked him when he grabbed your arm, practically dragging you out.

He didn't answer, once you were both outside he grabbed your wrist now.

"I want you to listen, okay? I- I really wanted to tell you this, but... It doesn't matter. I killed Sheriff Peterkin."

The words coming out his mouth made your jaw drop. You furrowed your eyebrows, slightly backing away when he tried to get closer to you. His grip on your wrist got tighter.

"My dad- He- She was going to kill him, baby. I really just- I had to tell you, I can't- I can't hide it from you, and I just really... I really need someone right now. You have to understand..."

"Rafe, what the fuck are you- You shot her? You're the one that..." you laughed, this had to be some sort of sick joke.

"I couldn't just let her..."

He wanted someone to listen, he wanted to justify his actions, he needed to.

His phone lit up with a notification. He glanced down at it and back at you, letting go of your wrist.

"If you come to Tannyhill later, I can explain everything." He said, putting on his helmet and hopping onto his bike.

"Rafe.."

"I'll text you, I swear!" He shouted, starting up his bike and driving away in a rush.

You were left, standing there in shock, confusion.

Your boyfriend was a murderer and was framing someone else for it. What the fuck?

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"What the fuck do you mean he's in police custody? For what?" You shouted, already grabbing your keys from the table.

"Ma'am, we have reason to believe that that he helped John Routledge escape."

"Well, where is he?"

As soon as you were given the location you hung up the phone, and began to head for the door when your dad mumbled your name.

"Dad?"

"What's... what's wrong?" he slurred.

"Nothing, dad." You spoke, walking over to him. He reached a hand out for your face, making you flinch slightly, but he just wiped a stray tear that you hadn't even noticed. You relaxed.

"Are you sure?" His eyes were red and squinted slightly. He’d been smoking and drinking.

You lightly grabbed the bottle he held in his hand, nodding your head.

"You've had enough to drink. I'll be back soon, I promise," you said with a small smile before heading for the door and starting up your car.

Racing towards the place, your heart raced, it was a struggle driving through the rain and mud. A notification made your screen light up. You picked up your phone.

Rafe 🩷:

I need you. Please. I'll explain everything to you. I'm sorry. Come over.

You threw your phone back down, he would have to wait. As soon as you got there, you threw open the car door.

"Where the fuck is he?"

Some people guided you through the rain into a tent. Your eyes landed on the parents and their children hugging. Then they landed on Jj.

He stared at you, his eyes glossy with tears. You slowly walked to him, he threw his arms around you, and began to sob into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He cried out, it was quiet.

"Sh, sh. It's okay. I forgive you." You mumbled; his face buried into your neck as your own eyes welled up with tears. "I'm just glad you're okay."

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If this does well I’ll do a part 2 😭 😭 but basically the idea was that i wanted to see how rafe would be kinda different w a girlfriend (who he’s hopelessly in love with duh) and the gf being jjs sister is just so interesting idk why

If anyone does want a part 2 or to be added in a taglist lmk :3

[wordsarelife]

—the alchemy

pairing: jj maybank x fem!routledge reader

summary: you always had a thing for jj, while you thought he had a thing for kie. you couldn't have been more wrong..

warnings: none i think

notes: i have absolutely no clue how to play poker, so please don't grill me lmao

the water glistened, reflecting the afternoon sun. you dunked your feet inside, hanging from the bridge you were sitting on. it was lightly moving due to the waves beneath it.

you kept your eyes trained on the horizon, but looking at nothing in particular.

jj came running from the shore, sitting down beside you, letting his feet dangle into the water next to yours. "john b is making food"

"what could he possibly be making?" you smiled, clearly knowing that there wasn't much left in the pantry. you got through the day alright, thanks to both of you working, but you didn't buy any extraordinary things to make sure you had enough money to pay everything else.

“we’re having toast,” jj smirked, then paused for dramatic effect. “but we raided heyward’s for tomatoes, and kiara brought guac from her mom. so it’s fancy toast.”

“fancy toast! the ritz could never.” you hugged your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them, but a smile crept up on your lips.

"what are you even doing out here alone?"

"i'm thinking"

"about your dad?" jj asked carefully. "you know I’m here if you need to spill. no judgment. not even if it’s super depressing.”

"thanks, i know" you were thankful that you had such great friends. people that were like family to you and always made sure you were alright, even if they didn't have much to give themselves, apart from kiara.

"are you going to surf the surge tomorrow?" jj changed the topic, interpreting your silence as answer enough.

"heard agatha's gonna be a bitch" you shrugged. "must be nice to lose a few unnecessary limbs"

"don't be ridiculous, i'm a pro" jj took the sunglasses off his head and pushed them on your nose instead. "are you coming or not?"

"i prefer not to" you giggled, slapping his hand away as he tried to readjust the rest of your apperance. "gonna look good for cps"

"they won't even make it out here, agatha will arrive too soon for that"

"well, then i should be thanking her, right?" you looked up to the sky, the sun still breaking through the slowly arriving clouds, but the darkness of them made it evident that it wouldn't take too long for the storm to arrive. "thanks aggy! sorry for calling you a bitch"

"if that isn't nice" jj grinned. "look at you! such a polite lady"

"told you i could behave better than you" you stood up and waited for him to do the same. "i'm pretty sure they just told you to go and get me not to wait out until they had finished the food, right?"

"caught me" jj shrugged. you knew him well enough to guess that he was trying to escape more work than necessary. "but it did take some time to find you. you weren't in the tower john b locked you in"

"oh, maybe i'm not as well behaved as we thought" you shrugged, following him back to the beach. "you need those sunglasses soon?" you liked the red tinted look of them. you had worn them before and you loved that they made you look like a hippie or vanessa hudgens going to coachella in 2014.

“keep ‘em,” jj shrugged, giving you an exaggerated once-over. “you look better in them anyway.”

you raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. “how much did these cost?”

jj spun around, pretending to be offended. “whoa, whoa! don’t insult me like that. i didn’t pay for them.”

you laughed. “you stole these?”

“they were like six dollars, okay? i stole them out of principle.” he wiggled his eyebrows like that somehow made sense.

you shook your head amused. “jj, that’s still stealing.”

“nah, see, i was planning on giving them to you for a while, so really, it was a selfless act. call it proactive gift-giving.”

jj’s face lit up, the trademark smirk in place as you walked side by side back toward the beach. he kicked at the sand a little, glancing over at you every few seconds like he was waiting for you to laugh again.

you could hear the others before you saw them—john b shouting something about the toast burning, and kiara’s voice cutting through with, “how do you even burn toast?!”

“so, what’s the plan after we survive this gourmet meal?” you asked, your tone only half-teasing.

jj rubbed his hands together with a glint in his eyes. “well, after we feast on fancy toast and whatever leftovers kiara’s mom sent, i was thinking… poker.”

“poker? don’t we always lose when we play with pope?”

“yeah, but he’s working today, so we have a chance.” jj wiggled his eyebrows as if this were the best news in the world.

you laughed, shaking your head. “so, your plan is to take all my money after i generously agree to participate in poker?”

jj’s smirk deepened. “well, since you’re wearing those shades, you’re bound to win. you’ve got that poker-face-hippie thing going on.”

you shrugged, pretending to think about it. “true. i could absolutely bluff the hell out of you all.”

he nodded seriously. “exactly. so really, it’s your civic duty to play.”

“civic duty,” you repeated, laughing. “sure, sure.”

"sit down, you two" kiara ancouraged when you walked onto the patio.

"where have you been that long?" john b questioned, looking at you suspiciously. "you're always sneaking around together"

"don't be ridicilous, b" you shook your head. "we were just watching the waves"

kiara and jj exchanged glances you didn’t quite understand. it made your nerves tweak to not know what they were hinting at.

“i bet it was a sight so see” kiara said softly, a smirk on her face.

jj nodded. “as always” he shrugged, his eyes still on her.

you had to try hard not to let your face distort into jealousy. you had had a crush on jj for as long as you could remember. and the two of you were close, but nothing ever really happened with your brothers best friend.

being in love with jj was confusing. most of the time, he treated you just like anyone else, acting completely normal. but then, out of nowhere, he'd start flirting, leaving you unsure of what to think.

even though you tried your best, the crush on the boy always resurfaced when he would flirt with you once more, keeping your hopes up.

the meal continued without anything happening and you found yourselves cleaning the table to play a few rounds of poker like jj had promised.

"looks like you're in a tough spot" he grinned.

kiara had put down her cards, while you were trying hard to keep a straight face, knowing you would probably lose.

you shrugged. "i don't see you putting down anything valuable, maybank"

"ohh" kiara and your brother hollored at the same time.

"well, let's see then" kiara nudged jj's shoulder.

the blonde smirked before he revealed his cards to you, flushing a street. "you've underestimated me, guys"

john b and you sighed simultaneously, accepting defeat as you threw your own cards in the middle. while jj was busy mixing the cards, kiara took a look at her phone.

"i think i better head out" she smiled, standing up from her chair. "my mother's gonna go crazy if i'm late again"

you played a few more rounds after the girl had left, john b and you losing to jj each time. you were sure he had gotten help from pope, knowing that his time would come.

john b threw down his cards after one more uneventful round. "i'm heading to bed" he nodded, pulling his snapback down, before he highfived jj and pressed a kiss to your hair. "don't stay up too late"

"night, b" you smiled as you watched after him.

"one more round?" jj giggled.

"i'm all out" you shrugged, pointing at the pile of money on the table in front of him.

"well, if i lose you can have all of it"

"this sounds almost too good" you muttered. "okay, what if i lose then?"

"you'll take off your shirt" he shrugged.

"jj!" you pushed a hand to your mouth, draining out the scream of outrage that threatened to errupt in the air between you.

"what?" jj smirked, looking up at you with wide blue eyes. "am i making you nervous?"

"not a chance," you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was hammering in your chest. jj's smirk widened, the mischievous glint in his eyes only growing as he shuffled the cards one more time.

"alright then," he said, dealing the cards smoothly. "prove it."

you glanced at your hand, trying to keep your expression neutral. jj's eyes flickered up to meet yours, watching you intently, and you couldn't tell if he was bluffing or not.

you took a deep breath and played the first card, trying to focus on the game instead of the way jj was watching you like a hawk.

the next few minutes were tense, each of you placing cards with care. it was almost suffocating.

"you're really dragging this out, you know that?" you muttered, glancing up at him.

jj just grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "patience, sweetheart. good things come to those who wait," he replied, his voice low and teasing. you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the slight tug at the corners of your mouth.

finally, it came down to the last card. you had one left in your hand, and so did jj. your eyes met, the room silent except for the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You hesitated for a split second, then threw down your card.

jj's eyes flickered to the table, his face breaking into a triumphant grin. he laid his final card down with a laugh.

"looks like i win," he drawled, his voice smug. your eyes widened as you stared at the cards, disbelief washing over you. how did he keep doing this?

"you've got to be cheating," you grumbled, pushing back from the table. jj laughed, the sound warm, filling the quiet night air around you.

"well, you agreed to do this" he shrugged, like he was completely in the right.

you looked at him without any expression on your face, before you sighed, your fingers dipping down to meet the material of your shirt, as you stood up.

jj's eyes widened at your movement, standing up at the same time. "it was a joke, y/n" he muttered quickly. "you don't have to do anything you don't want to"

you halted in your movement. "if you had won, would you have given me the money, like you promised?"

"of course" jj answered without so much as a thought.

your smile deepend, before your fingers gripped the hem of the shirt, pulling it over you head in a quick motion. revealed was your bikini top. the one jj had seen you in a million times, but still his eyes widened even further.

jj's mouth opened slightly, his usual cocky demeanor vanishing as he stared at you. he remembered seeing you in it before, but this still felt different. maybe it was the intimacy of the dimly lit patio, or the way you stood before him now, your eyes steady and unwavering. you had called his bluff, and he was utterly speechless.

"see?" you said, trying to keep your voice light despite the rapid thudding of your heart. "no big deal. just a bikini, jj."

he swallowed hard, finally snapping out of his daze. "right," he said, his voice cracking slightly. he cleared his throat, his gaze darting away before quickly finding its way back to you. "just a bikini."

you walked around the table, pushing yourself between him and the discarded chair. "this can't really be the reason you're so uneasy"

you tried to read the emotion on his face, but he just looked at you, at a loss for words. you softly pushed your hand to rest against his chest. your eyes widened in surprise. "your heart is racing" you declared with a soft whisper.

"yeah" jj finally found his words. "you're so close"

you looked up at him, surprised at what he was hinting at. "i'm sorry if i'm making you uncomfortable" you tried to step back, but his hand shot out, holding you in place by your elbow.

"jj" you muttered, your voice barely audible. you could feel your heart beat just as fast as his did.

"have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" jj's voice was soft and tender, like he was trying not to disrupt the calmness of the moment.

"no" you sighed, unsure. he came closer, your noses were almost touching. his eyes were ready to close, not far from kissing you. your voice rung out before he could do anything of that sort. "what about kie?"

"what?" jj blinked in surprise, stepping backwards.

"what about kie?" you repeated a little bit louder.

"what about her?" jj laughed, before he saw the confusion in your eyes.

"i thought there was something—“

"between me and kie?" he smiled, shaking his head. "well only that she knew about my crush on you"

"you have a crush on me?"

"i thought it was kinda obvious" he pointed a finger between the both of you. "can i please finally kiss you now, routledge?"

you smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest at his confession. "of course" you watched him step closer once more, before you grinned. "but what about—?"

"—oh would you shut up now?" he pushed his lips against yours, drowning out your giggle as your smile touched his mouth like it was supposed to.

[m3ntally-unstable]

Why is it that everytime I search for a certain thing I GET THE OPPOSITE. I SEARCHED FOR ANGST NOT SMUT, I WANT ANGST. I AKSED FOR SMUT NOT FUCKING FLUFF AND SHIT 😡😡😡😡 please update your system tumblr I beg of you

[enemiestolovershoe]

Unexpected Truth

JJ Maybank x fem!rotledge!teader

Summary: John B’s sister and JJ grow close during a game of truth or dare, and when John B finds out, they must face the awkward aftermath together.

Word Count: 3900

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), enemies to lovers, swearing, not proof read

The hot tub bubbled around you, the steam rising into the cool night air as the Pogues gathered for another one of their infamous Friday night hangouts. It was supposed to be a carefree evening, a chance to unwind after a week of chaos. But, of course, that was never how things went with this group.

You leaned back, trying to relax, but the nagging thought in the back of your mind made it impossible. Sitting in a hot tub with your brother and his best friends, who were like family to you, should have been fun. But then there was JJ.

JJ Maybank. The bane of your existence, the guy who constantly found ways to irritate you, and the one person you swore you couldn’t stand. Sure, he was one of John B's best friends, but that didn't mean you had to like him. The two of you had a mutual understanding: keep the peace, but don’t expect any warmth.

As the night wore on, the conversation turned to a familiar game. Truth or Dare. It was harmless enough—until Kiara, with a mischievous glint in her eye, turned to you.

"I dare you," she began, her tone playful but with an edge that immediately put you on alert, "to sit in JJ’s lap for the rest of the night."

Your heart sank. You shot her a look, silently pleading for a way out, but Kiara was having none of it. She just grinned at you, knowing full well what she was doing.

You sighed deeply, casting a glance at JJ. His face was a mix of annoyance and resignation. "Oh, man! Kie! Come on!" he protested, but he knew the rules as well as anyone. A dare was a dare.

"Whatever," you muttered under your breath, moving toward him. The hot tub seemed to shrink as you carefully positioned yourself on his lap, trying to keep as much distance as possible between the two of you. The heat from his body was almost uncomfortable, a constant reminder of how close you were.

JJ shifted slightly, clearly as uncomfortable as you. “Don’t make this weird,” he muttered, his voice low so only you could hear.

“Me? You’re the one making it weird,” you shot back, trying to ignore the fluttering in your stomach. It was just nerves, you told yourself. Just the awkwardness of the situation.

The game continued, the others laughing and daring each other to do increasingly ridiculous things, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t help but notice the tension in JJ’s body, the way his muscles tensed whenever you moved slightly. You told yourself you were imagining things, but then you shifted a bit to get more comfortable, and you felt it.

Something hard.

Your breath caught in your throat as realization dawned on you. There was no denying what it was, and from the way JJ suddenly stiffened, he knew you’d felt it too. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but you were determined not to let it show. The last thing you wanted was to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under your skin—again.

JJ’s voice was strained when he finally spoke. “Just… don’t move, okay?”

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. This was the last thing you’d expected when you agreed to Kiara’s stupid dare. The tension between you two had always been sharp, but this was different. This was something neither of you had planned for.

Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t ignore it. The realization that JJ might not hate you as much as you thought. Or maybe he did, and this was just a natural reaction. Either way, it left you feeling more flustered than you wanted to admit.

The game continued around you, the laughter and teasing from your friends fading into the background as you tried to focus on anything other than the situation you found yourself in. But it was impossible. Every time you shifted, even slightly, you were reminded of just how close you were to JJ, and how complicated things had suddenly become.

You glanced up at him, expecting to see that infuriating smirk he always wore, but his expression was different. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were focused on the water, avoiding yours. It was the first time you’d seen him look… vulnerable.

For a moment, you felt a pang of something you couldn’t quite name. Sympathy? Understanding? Whatever it was, you quickly pushed it down. This was JJ, after all. The same guy who lived to annoy you, who never missed a chance to get on your nerves.

But as the night went on, and you sat there in his lap, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than you’d let yourself see.

The game eventually wrapped up, and one by one, climbed out of the hot tub, heading back inside to dry off and get warm. You started to move, eager to put some distance between you and JJ, but his hand on your arm stopped you.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “Look, about before… I didn’t—”

You shook your head, cutting him off. “It’s fine, JJ. Let’s just forget about it, okay?”

He studied your face for a moment, and for the first time, you felt like he was really seeing you, not just as John B’s little sister, but as something more. “Yeah, okay,” he finally agreed, though something in his tone told you that maybe he didn’t want to forget it as easily as you did.

As you climbed out of the hot tub and wrapped a towel around yourself, you couldn’t help but glance back at JJ. He was still sitting there, watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.

Maybe this was just a fluke, a one-time thing that would never come up again. But as you walked back inside with the others, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between you and JJ. And you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The evening had taken a strange turn, leaving you more flustered than you wanted to admit. After the game, you slipped inside the house, eager to rinse off the lingering chlorine smell and clear your head. The others were still laughing and chatting in the living room, but you needed a moment alone, away from JJ and the confusing feelings bubbling inside you.

You stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you with a sigh of relief. The warm light and quiet were a welcome change from the chaos outside. You turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as you undressed, your thoughts still spinning from the unexpected tension with JJ.

As you were about to step into the shower, the door suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. You spun around, clutching the towel to your chest as JJ stormed in, his expression intense and unreadable.

“JJ! What the hell are you doing?!” you shouted, your voice a mix of shock and anger. You couldn’t believe he’d just barged in like that, without even knocking.

“Shut up,” JJ growled, his voice low and strained as he strode towards you, leaving you no room to protest. Before you could react, he grabbed your face with both hands and slammed his lips onto yours.

The kiss was rough, desperate, like he’d been holding back for far too long. Your mind went blank, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all. The towel slipped from your fingers, forgotten as you instinctively reached out to steady yourself, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders.

You should’ve pushed him away, told him to stop. But instead, you found yourself kissing him back, the heat of his lips igniting something deep within you that you hadn’t realized was there. The anger, the frustration, all of it melted away under the intensity of the kiss, leaving only the raw, undeniable attraction that had been simmering between you for who knows how long.

JJ’s hands moved from your face, sliding down your body with a possessive urgency that sent shivers through you. He pulled you closer, his body pressing against yours, the warmth of his skin against yours making your head spin. Every inch of space between you disappeared, and for a moment, there was nothing but him—his lips, his touch, the taste of him on your tongue.

But then, as quickly as it started, reality crashed back in. You broke the kiss, pushing him away as you gasped for air, your heart pounding in your chest. “JJ, what the hell was that?” you demanded, your voice shaky but firm.

He stood there, breathing hard, his blue eyes dark and wild. “I—” he started but seemed to struggle for words, his usual cocky demeanor nowhere to be found. “I couldn’t take it anymore, Y/N. I can’t stand pretending like I don’t care about you.”

His confession hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. You stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said, trying to reconcile this vulnerable, desperate JJ with the guy who’d made it his mission to annoy you at every turn.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “You hate me. You’ve always hated me.”

JJ shook his head, running a hand through his wet hair in frustration. “That’s what I wanted you to think. Hell, that’s what I wanted to think, but it’s not true. I’ve always been drawn to you, Y/N, and it drives me crazy because I know I shouldn’t be. You’re John B’s little sister, for god’s sake.”

You swallowed hard, your emotions a whirlwind as you tried to make sense of everything. “Then why act like that? Why go out of your way to piss me off?”

“Because it was easier than admitting how I really felt,” JJ admitted, his voice softening. “But tonight, when you were sitting on my lap, and I could feel you so close… I couldn’t keep lying to myself.”

His words left you breathless, the weight of them pressing down on you. This was the last thing you’d expected, the last thing you were prepared for. But now that it was out in the open, you couldn’t deny the truth of it or the way your feelings had shifted throughout the night.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you looked up at him. “JJ, this is crazy. We can’t do this.”

He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a determination that made your heart skip a beat. “Maybe it is, but I don’t care. I’ve tried to fight it, Y/N, but I’m done fighting. I want you, and I think you want me too.”

His words sent a jolt through you, igniting the desire that still lingered from the kiss. He was right—you did want him. But the fear of what that meant, of what it could do to your relationship with your brother and the rest of the Pogues, held you back.

“JJ…” you started, but he silenced you with another kiss, this one softer, more controlled, but no less intense. He was giving you a choice, a chance to decide what came next.

And as his lips moved against yours, as his hands found their way back to your body, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was something worth risking everything for.

You hesitated for only a moment before you gave in to the storm of emotions brewing inside you. The tension, the anger, the undeniable pull between you and JJ—it all came crashing down as you kissed him back, harder this time, matching his intensity with your own.

Your lips moved together in a heated battle, your tongue tangling with his as you fought for dominance, neither of you willing to back down. The taste of him, the feel of him so close, was intoxicating, drowning out any lingering doubts you had. This wasn’t just a kiss—it was a release, an explosion of all the pent-up frustration and desire that had been building for far too long.

JJ groaned against your lips, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you even closer, his fingers digging into your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the steam from the still-running shower. The air between you was thick with need, every breath, every touch, only intensifying the fire burning inside you.

Without breaking the kiss, you reached down, your fingers grazing the waistband of his swim trunks. You tugged at them, a clear signal of what you wanted, what you needed. JJ paused for a heartbeat, his breath hitching as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze.

His eyes were dark, filled with a mix of lust and something deeper, something that made your heart skip a beat. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough, barely above a whisper.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you nodded, your hand still tugging at his swim trunks, urging him on. Whatever this was, whatever it meant, you wanted it. You wanted him.

JJ’s eyes flashed with a hunger that mirrored your own, and in one swift motion, he shoved his swim trunks down, kicking them aside as they hit the floor. You couldn’t help but let your eyes roam over his body, taking in the sight of him fully, the raw masculinity that he always seemed to exude but now felt almost overwhelming.

He reached for you again, pulling you back into a searing kiss, his hands roaming your body with a new urgency. The feel of his skin against yours, the heat of him pressed so close, was almost too much to bear, but you didn’t want it to stop. You needed more.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, your teeth grazing his lower lip before sucking it into your mouth. JJ groaned again, the sound vibrating through you, making you ache with desire. His hands slid down to your hips, lifting you slightly before pressing you against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, under the hot stream of the shower, the contrast sending a shock through your system.

The water from the shower sprayed across the room, droplets catching on your skin as you lost yourself in the moment. You could feel his arousal, hard and insistent against your thigh, and it only fueled the fire burning inside you. You wanted him—now.

“JJ…” you breathed, your voice a desperate plea as you rocked your hips against him, seeking friction, relief, anything to ease the ache he’d ignited within you.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. With a low growl, he positioned himself at your entrance, his hand sliding between your legs to make sure you were ready. The moment he touched you, you gasped, your back arching off the wall as you clung to him, your body trembling with anticipation.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice raw with need.

JJ hesitated for just a second, his gaze locking onto yours as if searching for any last sign of doubt. When he found none, he thrust into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely.

The sudden sensation of him inside you was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that took your breath away. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to the feeling, your mind reeling from the intensity of it all.

”You feel so good" JJ gasped against your shoulder.

He didn’t move at first, giving you a moment to catch your breath, his lips brushing against your neck in a tender, almost reverent gesture that sent shivers down your spine. When you finally started to move, rolling your hips against him, it was like a dam breaking.

He met your movements with a rhythm of his own, slow and steady at first, but quickly building in intensity as the need between you grew. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you, your bodies moving together in a perfect, desperate dance.

The sounds of your gasps and moans filled the small bathroom, mixing with the steady spray of the shower as you lost yourself in him, in the feeling of being so completely consumed. JJ’s grip on your hips tightened, his pace quickening as he buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“God, baby…” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so good.”

His words only spurred you on, your body responding to him in ways you hadn’t expected, your mind clouded with nothing but the sensation of him, of this moment. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust, until you were on the edge of something powerful, something unstoppable.

“JJ…faster” you gasped, your voice trembling with the force of what was coming.

He knew. You could feel it in the way his body tensed, in the way he moved faster, harder, driving you both closer to the edge. And then, with one final thrust, the tension snapped, and you came undone, crying out as the wave of pleasure crashed over you, pulling him down with you.

JJ followed a moment later, his own release hitting him with the same intensity, his body shuddering against yours as he buried himself deep inside you, riding out the last of the waves.

For a long moment, the two of you stayed there, breathing hard, clinging to each other as the reality of what just happened began to sink in. The steam from the shower was thick around you, the water still running, but neither of you moved to turn it off.

Finally, JJ pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. You were still trying to catch your breath, your mind spinning, but when you met his gaze, all you saw was the same vulnerability you’d glimpsed earlier, the same raw emotion that had driven him to kiss you in the first place.

And in that moment, you realized that there was no going back. Whatever line you’d just crossed, there was no erasing it. But looking at JJ, seeing the way he looked at you, you weren’t sure you wanted to.

“JJ…” you started, not sure what to say, how to even begin to process what had just happened.

But JJ just shook his head, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your still-flushed skin. “We’ll figure it out,” he said softly, his voice steady, reassuring.

And as he leaned in to kiss you again, slow and tender this time, you found yourself believing him.

As JJ’s lips moved gently against yours, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you—nothing else mattered at that moment. But just as you were about to lose yourself in him again, there was a sudden, sharp knock at the bathroom door.

"Are you two finally done so someone else can take a shower?" came John B’s familiar voice, laced with a mix of impatience and humor.

Your heart stopped, the blood draining from your face as reality came crashing back in. You and JJ broke apart, eyes wide as the gravity of the situation hit you. You were naked, tangled up in the aftermath of something you couldn’t take back, and your brother was on the other side of the door.

“Oh my god,” you mouthed, panic surging through you. JJ’s expression mirrored your own, a mix of alarm and disbelief. Without a word, you both scrambled to grab the towels that had fallen to the floor, quickly wrapping them around yourselves.

JJ moved first, taking a deep breath before reaching for the doorknob. He opened the door just enough to peek out, shielding you from view as best as he could. John B stood on the other side, leaning against the doorframe with an amused look on his face, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

You peeked around JJ, your cheeks burning red as you faced your brother. “John B, it’s not—” you started, but the words caught in your throat. What could you possibly say to make this situation any less mortifying?

But John B just smirked, holding up a hand to cut you off. “Save it, Y/N. I’m not blind,” he said, his tone teasing but with an underlying seriousness that made you wince. “Bro, I’m glad you finally made a move,” he added, glancing at JJ with a raised eyebrow, “but please be quiet next time. I don’t want to hear my sister moan ever again.”

You wanted to disappear into the floor right then and there. You shot a horrified look at JJ, who looked like he was torn between laughing and dying of embarrassment. His ears were as red as his face, and for once, he was at a loss for words.

John B just chuckled, clearly reveling in your discomfort. “I’ll give you two a minute to get dressed, but seriously, hurry up. Some of us still need a shower.” With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you and JJ standing there in stunned silence.

As soon as the sound of John B’s footsteps faded, you buried your face in your hands, groaning in mortification. “This is literally the worst thing that could have happened.”

JJ, still wrapped in his towel, let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, not exactly how I planned on things going down.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, feeling a mix of embarrassment and something else—something warm and almost comforting, knowing you weren’t facing this alone. “Did you plan on this happening at all?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood despite the awkwardness.

JJ shrugged, a hint of a smirk returning to his lips. “Not exactly like this, but I’m not complaining.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “I meant what I said earlier, Y/N. We’ll figure this out, okay?”

You nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief at his words. “Okay.”

With that, you both quickly dried off and dressed, the awkwardness still lingering but less oppressive now that you’d shared the burden of it together. As you opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hallway, you couldn’t help but glance back at JJ, who gave you a small, reassuring smile.

John B was leaning against the wall, waiting with a knowing grin. “Finally,” he drawled, pushing off the wall as he headed for the bathroom. “I’m serious, though—keep it down next time. I don’t need to know that much about your love life.”

You groaned again, but this time it was more out of exasperation than embarrassment. JJ just chuckled, throwing an arm around your shoulders as you both walked away.

As mortifying as the situation had been, there was a strange sense of comfort in knowing that no matter what happened next, you and JJ would face it together—even if that meant enduring John B’s teasing for the foreseeable future.

[chimindity]

Be quiet if you want to play

Summary | JJ is too busy playing online to play with his stepsister. Request by @princessmaybank

Pairing | stepbro!jj x reader

Warning | nsfw content ; stepcest!! reader being oblivious, and JJ being JJ

A/N | ughh I love this trope, JJ being so gross and nasty

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-"JJ! Your dad told you to turn off your video game!" you stand with your arms folded across your chest in front of his room, watching him play aggressively with his controller.

He doesn't bother to look at you, being too focused on his game he simply tells you to go away, -"Y/n, can't you see i'm busy? Go play with your stupid plushies" he huffs not even paying attention to you.

Your pink socks contrasting against the floor, your feet thumping in frustration -"I'll tell your dad, if you won't play with me" you sigh as a pout starts to form on your face, feeling bored and annoyed that your stepbrother won't play with you.

He rolls his eyes, glancing over his shoulder to look at you, you're wearing a pink baby shirt with a short white skirt, he glances back at it noticing your nipples poking through your thin shirt.

-"uh, stop whining already, i'm going to play with you but let me finish my game, first" he huffs, getting back in his game.

Standing beside him, you wait, starting to get impatience, huffings every minutes to remind him that you're still here.

That's when he finally stands up, turning off his controller then looks into your eyes, -"lay on the bed" he says in a raspy voice, causing you to get taken aback by his demand.

-"uh what?" You ask, tilting your head to the side, maybe he wanted to have fun with you by playing wrestle.

He rolls his eyes and shows you the bed with his finger -"get on the bed, don't make me repeat" his voice getting more and more intimidating, you crawl on the bed, sitting on your knees as you watch him coming closer.

-"jj?" You ask, as he lays you down against the pillows -"you wanted to play with your stepbro, right?" He smirks as he dangerously strokes your thighs.

You stare at his hands slowly disappearing under your white skirt -"JJ we—we've never played this game before" you mumble, a worried look forming on your face.

-"shh, i promise you'll like it" he doesn't even looks at you, pushing your thighs appart revealing your pink panties, you gasp trying to push him away.

-"jj this is wrong" you tell him, as a wave of guilt runs through your mind as he slowly slides down your panties.

-"no it's not, sweetheart don't you trust me? I'm only having fun with you, s'nothing to worry about" you believe whatever he said, knowing that he always knows best.

He keeps staring at your cunt, smirking at your obliviousness position, he runs his fingers through your wet folds making you jolt and whine at the new feeling.

-"hey, hey, you need to be quiet alright? Mom and dad are downstairs" he points his finger at you, frowning his eyebrows.

You quickly nodd your head, waiting for his next move that's when he grabs your thighs in each hands, leaning down against your princess part.

-"JJ! Stop this is gross—oh" you're quickly being cut off as you feel his tongue licking your swollen cunt, squirming in his firm grip.

-"ah, ah no, what did i told you? Be quiet please Y/n or else your stepbrother will have to stop playing with you" he raises his head up to look at you.

-"m'sorry JJ it's feels good" your voice filled with apology, he gives you a smile before lowering back his head, circling your clit with his tongue, causing you to arch your back, struggling to hold back your whimpers.

-"JJ— I can't, it's too much" you keep squirming, feeling too overwhelmed by the pleasure, hands stroking his hair, causing him to sit up, looking at you his face glistening from your wetness.

-"I can't keep playing with you if you're this loud, Y/n" his voice filled with false-empathy as he looks down at you, when an idea popped in his mind.

-"uh I might have an idea, has anyone ever been inside this pretty cunt, sweetheart?" Your eyes widen at his words, you shake your head feeling ashamed.

He smirks as he licks his bottom lip, -"guess I'm the one who get to pop your cherry" he quickly pulls down his shorts and boxers, his cock sprang free against his stomach.

-"uh JJ, you're my broth—" he smash his hand on your month covering your mouth, -"Y/n, we're not fucking related" he sighs, stroking his cock before bringing it closer to your folds.

-"JJ stop it's hurt" you wince, feeling him enter inside you, as if your cunt were going to be split open.

He strokes your hair while kissing your forehead, trying to ease you down -"shh Y/n gotta relax, m'kay? And keep that pretty mouth shut for me" he whispers as he starts fully thrusting into you.

You bring one of his hand closer to your mouth, starting to suck on two of his fingers knowing that it always ease you down.

Your stepbrother groans at the sights as you start relaxing, but keep whimpering time to time whenever he goes deeper.

-"I love playing with you—" being cut off by your own moan as his pace goes faster.

-"yeah sweetheart? I like playing with my stepsis too" he groans before pulling out, cumming on your panties which was being held tightly in his hands.

You were feeling too dizzy, to even notice it as you start to dozz off in his bed, you were already falling asleep, too oblivious to the situation.

JJ gets up from the bed, leaving a kiss on your forehead before going back to his desk, turning on his controller.

-"guess she had a lot of fun with her stepbro that she falls asleep" he whispers to himself as he pulls his headset back on his head.

-"guess she had a lot of fun with her stepbro that she fell asleep," he whispers to himself as he pulls his headset back over his head.

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@nemesyaaa @jjsfavgirl

[marvelfanfics1]

Toddler!reader waking up brother!jj cause she thinks she has heard a noise under her bed and comes to jj, asking if he can check in

It's a rare occasion you and JJ sleep at home, for obvious reasons but sometimes there's just no way around it that's how you find yourself in your room, snuggling your Winnie Pooh plushie when a thump noise ripped you out of your slumber.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes tiredly and mumble softly. "Jay?"

There's just silence but you're startled when you hear that thump noise again, your hold tightening on your stuffie. With a whimper you get out from under the covers and carefully slide down the side of your bed, your naked feet hitting the ground.

You quickly toddle over to your door, barely reaching the handle and pull it open, going straight to JJ's room right across from yours.

As you push his door open you see him laying on his stomach with his leg slightly propped up and snoring faintly. Standing beside his bed you reach up to poke his cheek. "Jay..."

When he doesn't move you try it again but this time pat his cheek a few times with your tiny palm, whining a little. "Jayj wake up!"

Finally he starts to stir, peeking one eye open. "Why are you up...it's- damn it's 3 in the morning."

"There's a monster in ma room..." You whisper, glancing at his door before back at him.

"A monster huh? It ate your toes or somethin'?" He asks, his voice heavy with sleep and still laying in the same position you found him in.

"Don' say that! S'not funny." You whimper, trying to climb up his bed and he stops you.

"Didn't say it was. Listen, there are no monsters 'kay? Go back to sleep." He mumbles into his pillow but you don't give up, now pulling at his hand.

"Pwease come check...m'scared." You admit and JJ sighs, sitting up with a yawn.

"Okay. Okay. I'm comin'."

He lets you lead him back to your room, stealing a glance at the living room he sighs seeing his father sprawled out on the ground beside the couch and with no doubt fell out of it in his sleep. That's probably the reason you woke up and it's funny in a sense you think there's a monster considering what kind of a person your father is.

In your room you stand by your closet pointing at your bed. "S'under there."

"A'ight..." He mumbles, going to crouch down to look under it, standing back up after checking. "Nope, no monsters living here."

"You sure?" You ask, your voice muffled from hiding your face behind your Winnie Pooh.

"Mhm, you're safe to go back to sleep." He says, waving you over to him. "C'mon, I'll tuck you in."

You shuffle closer to him, letting him pick you up and lay you back down in your bed. He pulls the covers over your body, ruffling your hair. Before he could leave you grab his hand again. "Can you stay til I asleep?"

He smiles softly, nodding his head. "Course kiddo."

You scoot over a little to make room for him and he slips under the covers, making sure you're comfortable and have your stuffie, chuckling when you snuggle closer to him. "Night-night, jayj..."

"G'night, sweetie."

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For everything:

@my-river-lilly @pauntedblacknails @fanfictioniseverything @devilslilbabysblog @buckymydarlingangel @hallecarey1 @daybreakwinter @loveshineslikethesky @wandaslittlewhore @vase-of-lilies @white-wolf1940 @simpingbutch @mischiefsemimanaged @alina02 @teddybearsgrr @doozywoozy @angelbabydoll28 @glxwingrxse @lilymurphy03 @veryvaughnny @lokigirlszendaya @youngstarfishdinosaur @little--baby--bear @minideathgoddess @rach2602 @gh0stgurl @flourishandblotts-inc @lovelyy-moonlight @yoruse

@mythixmagic @iris-xoxo-juhu

For JJ:

@chiaraanatra @chimindity @flora-eva

[stargirlinterludefr]

JJ MAYBANK’s OLDER SISTER

TW: mentions of abuse, luke maybank, mentions of drugs (weed)

90s streetwear, bandanas with backwards caps, wired headphones placed messily over her ears or looped around her neck, denim jorts with tight tops, dirty second hand adidas shoes & combat boots, messy untamed hair, loves pop music, mismatched nail varnish is her jam, freckles darted across her face, bikini tan lines, bikinis also under every fit, skateboard constantly looped under her arm, is a biker, ring clad hands, bracelets given to her by kiara, baggy t-shirts she stole from jj & john b, hates the police, always has a pre rolled joint, spongebob grinder, has a wallet with a photo of her and the pogues inside, loves to surf, is a pro at keg stands, always up to fight a kook, street & book smart, huge film nerd, hates shouting, pope is arguably her closest friend (JB is dubbed her second brother), takes the brunt of luke’s beatings because she wont let him touch her little brother, very protective sister, favourite colour is orange