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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 years

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Rumor | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: A rumor spreads about you and JJ at a party.

A/N: I changed the rumor that was spread instead of what you requested because this one flowed a little better than the other and I hope that’s okay!! I hope you guys enjoy and anon, thank you for requesting!! x

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! Warning: cursing, talks of sex, being made fun of.

You didn’t want to come to this party in the first place. You would have been just fine staying at home, alone on this Friday night, but the pogues thought you needed a night out in public. You were usually the quiet one of the group, stayed to yourself and wasn’t as confident and outgoing as the others. They respected that, usually, but tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

“You’ve stayed in all week! It’s summer break and we deserve to go to a party.” JJ argues.

You groan as you follow him and the other pogues into the large beach house, “And i’ve been fine staying at home. It’s been relaxing.”

“You deserve a crazy night every once and a while.” He says, poking your side, which you immediately swat his hand away.

“Your definition of a crazy night is much different from mine.”

He sighs, “If you want to end the night early, come get one of us. Sound like a deal?”

“Sounds like a great deal, I’m ready to end the night early, so lets leave now.” You smile.

JJ rolls his eyes, “come on, pretty girl, time to party like the kooks.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into the house and through the crowd. He doesn’t let go of your hand as he talks to a few people on the way toward the drinks.

Pretty girl was his nickname for you since childhood. You and the pogues practically grew up together, going through middle school and now high school together. You all were great friends, but you were closer to JJ than anyone.

“Drink up,” He hands you a red solo cup that he just filled up from the punch bowl.

You take a whiff of the cup and scrunch your nose up, “Oh my god, JJ what the hell is in this?”

He shrugs, chugging his own, and wincing as the multiple alcohols burn his throat, “Just drink it.”

You’re hesitant, but you tip the cup up, drinking the liquid. It takes everything you have not to gag on the taste.

“Good girl.” He smirks, “now here, drink another. Have fun and don’t get into any trouble?” He hands you another cup.

“You are not leaving me-”

“I have to go say hey to some of the guys!” He calls back, already disappearing into the crowd.

Damn it JJ. You groan. He left you standing alone in this large kitchen. You glance down at the cup in your hands before taking a few sips, a buzz coming along. Maybe this would help you to loosen up and be a little more confident. So, you downed that one and poured you another.

Half an hour later and two more drinks, you’re sitting on the couch with a bunch of kooks, listening to them tell their best sex stories.

“So, y/n.” One of the kook girls smirks, “Are you a virgin?”

You flushed with embarrassment at the intimate question, “I mean-”

“Oh my god,” another perked up, “You and JJ so did it!”

“No we-” You try to defend.

“You aren’t the only girl that’s lost her virginity to JJ Maybank.” The girl laughs, “I’m guessing that’s why you’re still friends? Couldn’t push it more than that?”

“Me and JJ haven’t had sex.” You say.

“Oh.” She frowns, “Well you want to have sex with him don’t you?”

Before you could really answer, the alcohol answered for you, “yeah-” Your eyes went wide, “I mean no!” But it was too late. The girls were already giggling and the rumor was ignited.

“hey everyone, y/n wants to fuck JJ Maybank!” The girl laughs and suddenly the room erupts in laughter.

“As if he would even touch you!”

The room suddenly felt very small and very hot. Everyone was pointing and laughing at you. Your breathing increased and you prayed JJ wasn’t in the room to hear this, but knew you could use him to calm you down.

Tears stung and you jumped up from the couch and pushed your way through the laughing crowd.

“Hey hey-” JJ grabs your arms, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He’d heard the commotion and headed toward the room when he grabbed you as you were leaving.

You pulled your arms from him and run out the door without another word.

“What the hell did you guys say to her?!” JJ stomped to the crowd of kooks, grabbing one of the guys, “huh?! What the fuck did you say?”

The girls laughed, “Oh JJ calm down. We were just messing with her.”

“She just told us the truth.” The other shrugs.

“Which was what?” He lets go of the guy.

“She wants you to have sex with her.” The girl smirks and then all of the kooks erupt in laughter once more.

“As if JJ Maybank would have sex with someone like her!” another girl adds.

“Fuck all of you.” He spits with anger, “She’s fucking amazing. She’s beautiful and sexy and she’s got a lot more going for her than any of you fucking pricks. I hear another one of you make a joke about her, i’ll beat every one of your asses.” And with that he leaves the room in search of you.

“Y/n?!” He calls out as he enters the patio. “Y/n!” He calls out again and his eyes scan the beach. He spots someone sitting near the water and heads toward them.

“y/n?” He asks softly when he hears the sobs.

“Go away.” You sniffle.

“They were being assholes, as usual.” He says coming closer, “They love to get under people’s skin.”

You wipe the tears, “Yeah and this is why I don’t come to these kind of parties.”

He sighs and takes a seat in the sand next to you, “come on...” He gently nudges you, “You’re too pretty to be crying.” He pulls his long sleeve down his arm and uses it to wipe a tear when you look up at him.

“Please don’t tell me you heard what was said.”

The face he makes answers it all. “Yes but-”

“Great!” You quickly stand, “Fucking fantastic.”

“y/n, just wait!” He stands to follow you down the beach, grabbing your arm and turning you around to face him. His hands keep their place on both your arms and he leans in to plant a hard kiss on your lips.

You’re taken back and your eyes are wide as you stand there still as a statue.

He pulls away, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t..” He lets go of your arms, his eyes now wide. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Then we’ll forget all about it.” You wipe your lips, “It was a pity kiss anyways.” You interpret his apology as regret, like he really didn’t want to kiss you and only felt bad for you.

“No-damnit it wasn’t!” He groans, “I’ve wanted to do that for years.” He runs a hand over his hair, taking a deep breath, “Y/n i’ve been in love with you for years.” He drops his hands, “I’ve never known how to tell you because we’re different and I didn’t think you deserved someone like me. I’m not someone you should be with.”

“JJ..”

“You’re perfect.” He laughs a little, “Perfect, and not someone I deserve to be with. I don’t deserve someone as great as you. I mean you’re funny, caring. and you’re really beautiful. Like really really beautiful. and you deserve someone like.. someone who isn’t me.”

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol still in your system, but you took the confident leap and stepped forward toward him. Your hand found his neck and you pulled him down to your lips. “I love you too, JJ.”

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drewcline · 4 years

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jj as your boyfriend

(gif is not mine, credits to the owner)

omg so jj is probably the best at making you feel beautiful and confident.

like you are probably just standing and he whistles and mumbles something along “looking good baby” and he ADORES when you blush.

he sits on your lap. all the time. he just wants you to wrap your arms around him and feel your lips on his shoulder.

you play that game of trying to guess what the other is writing with the tips of your fingers and he “sucks” but honestly he just loves when you giggle and slap him on his shoulder.

if you don’t smoke or drink he would tease you about being “a good girl” but if someone tries to peer pressure you into doing it? they better run.

wrap his arms around you from behind and squeezes/rubs your belly while whispering sweet things in your ear.

if he has had a really bad day he would just cuddle you and tell you what made him upset. he trusts you with everything so i don’t think he would try and hide something from you.

has fought a lot of people that have said something bad about you and doesn’t regret it.

LOVES that you play with his hair! it calms him down a lot and makes him feel appreciated.

jj is a literal baby that needs a lot of attention and reassurance and you are gonna give it to him! but if you don’t he is probably gonna whine about it until you kiss him so he shuts up.

the pogues constantly teasing him about being whipped or being a simp over you and he just smirks and doesn’t even deny it because he is proud of being your boyfriend.

always wants you to swim with him because he loves kissing you underwater.

also surf dates! and if you don’t know how to surf he is gonna teach you for sure. if you suck at it don’t worry, just sit back and enjoy all the attempts at impressing you with the new trick he has been working on that week.

you take a lot of pictures of him shirtless on the sand while the sun is going down and everything looks pink and orange. and you compliment his eyes because have you seen them?

obviously he blushes and whines a lot while telling you to “shut up please” but he gets this warm feeling on his chest when he says that and his heartbeat is going wild.

your personal hypeman! loves you regardless of your bodytype and is always reminding you.

when you are cuddling he is gonna grab a boob. sorry not sorry, jj is a boob man and he wants to feel them all the time.

hickeys! on your neck, collarbone, hips, boobs, everywhere! and if he doesn’t get the same treatment he is gonna be pissed.

you scolding him because he did something reckless and he can’t stop smiling because he thinks you are so beautiful and when you ask him if he is listening he just goes “huh?” and kisses your cheek several times to stop you from pouting.

he annoys you all the time though like, he is a brat! if he is not praising you he is just teasing you about everything!

he steals things from you like glasses or earrings but for your birthday or anniversary he is gonna buy/do something because he wants you to know that he cares.

you bought him that red hat and he is gonna wear it all the time because he nearly cried when you gave it to him out of nowhere? because he feels loved and appreciated? a baby i’m telling you.

if he makes you feel bad he is just gonna beat himself up pretty badly and gonna apologize a hundred times.

he listens to you when you feel insecure and he is 100% gonna cry if you start crying. but he is gonna try to contain the tears while he reassures you that he loves you despite everything that you hate about yourself.

i feel like, even if you are an angel you are at least gonna run away from the police once if you are with jj and he is laughing so hard because you are a panicking a little bit but he hugs you and teases you about “being a bad girl huh? what happened to my angel?” and he kisses you on a rooftop while the cops are running below.

soft sex on that spot on the beach that no one knows but you two, besides some rocks at 3AM because you were stargazing and he was smoking and suddenly he is telling you that he loves you for the first time and has to demonstrate that making love to you.

has talked to you about marriage for sure and secretly has you wedding planned out already.

has promised you that he is gonna find the way out of outer banks and that he is gonna work hard to give you the life you deserve? and you tell him that you only need him? and he teases you about how in love with him you are but really he is freaking out because what the hell? she really loves me.

please he is so soft for you, he is the best boyfriend ever okay i’ll stop i’m making myself sad.

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baby-bearie · 4 years

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romeo, juliet, and evites to funerals

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jj maybank x reader

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a/n: uh oh. back again. thank you @jjmaebank for the beta read i love u. i did switch that one tangled reference i made.

JJ hates when you’re mad at him. You won’t text him, you won’t answer your phone, if you actually see him you’d never acknowledge him, and kisses? Forget about it. You’re not exactly a lot of fun when you’re mad at JJ.

You’re currently mad at JJ.

He figured that out after about the 3rd call you failed to return, and now he’s blowing up your phone. Nearly 50 unread texts, 27 missed calls and 13 voicemails, all in a span of 2 hours.

He’s persistent, he really is. Annoyingly so. Whenever JJ upsets you, his go to plan is to just irritate you into forgiveness. He thinks you can’t ignore him forever. You’re determined to prove him wrong. It’s been 3 days, and you’re proud of yourself. This is the longest you’ve held out against his torrent of digital apologies. You want to go longer.

It didn’t take JJ long to realize what you were mad about. For at least the fourth time this month, JJ had missed your date. You had planned a day on the mainland at a local fair, but you spent last Friday waiting as the ferry came and went.

If he had just canceled, you wouldn’t be mad. But he didn’t cancel, he just texted you every half hour, just when you were ready to give it up and leave, that he was coming and to hold on. And then around 5, a good 3 hours after he said he would come, he showed up.

And then he made fun of your outfit.

“Dude, what the hell are you wearing?” He even laughed.

So you left.

It is now Monday morning, and your phone has not stopped ringing for the past 8 hours. How the hell did he manage to keep going, nonstop, for 8 hours?

You can’t deny that you miss him. Going without JJ’s touchiness is affecting you too. Last night you had to cuddle a pillow.

You’re fixing your bed when the pebbles start hitting your window.

One, two, three, four. A pause. And then at least 30 pebbles all hit the window at the same time. You huff in annoyance, rolling off your bed to unlatch the window and shove it open.

“Hi, baby.” JJ is standing on your lawn, sheepishly smiling at you. His hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, unamused.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/n! You can’t still be mad at me.” “Oh, I very much can! Or could you not tell from the numerous times I called you back?” You scoff.

JJ laughs, pushing his hands out at you, as if he’s reaching for you. “See, you’re talking to me already.” “Go away, JJ!” You grit your teeth.

“No.” “Go. Away.” “I don’t want to! Not until you forgive me!” “If you stay here another second, I’m literally going to ignore you for the rest of your life. We’ll get married and have kids and I still won’t talk to you.”

JJ snorts. “That would be bad for our family.”

“I will communicate with you through our children.” “Okay, well you’re pretty, like, vocal, if you know what I mean- “JJ, you disgust me.” “so I don’t know how you plan on me puttin’ a baby in you if you won’t talk to me. Communication is key, Y/n.”

“Okay, first of all, shut the fuck up. Second of all, if you don’t get off this street in the next ten seconds, I will call John B and I will make him drag you off.” You deadpan.

“That wouldn’t even work, John B would take my side.” “I’m his favorite!” You insist.

“Okay, I’m done talking to you, goodbye forever,” You begin to close the window, and JJ shouts. “Wait, wait, Y/n, wait, I swear I will start yelling.” “Goodbye, JJ.” You shut the window and JJ sighs dramatically.

He smirks up at you through the window before he opens his mouth.

“I am hopelessly in love with Y/n Y/l/n, and I’m going to scream about it now.” He whoops. Your neighbor sticks his head out his door. JJ turns and waves at him. “She’s up there!” He shouts, pointing at your window.

You yank the curtains in front of your window and flop back on the bed.

“Y/n, oh, Y/n, parting is something something? Oh, sweet sorrow! Something, something, I never read Romeo and Juliet last year, true beauty?” He screams.

You pull another pillow on top of your head, trying to muffle JJ’s yodeling outside your window. It barely works. You can make out more half-assed Romeo and Juliet references, but you know for a fact the only version of that play he knows is the gnome one.

Eventually, he leaves. You don’t dare actually check to see if he’s gone, scared that in true JJ fashion, he’s just baiting you. But after a good 30 minutes of quiet, you know JJ’s not patient enough for this. He’s gone.

He’s not done though.

He continues to overheat your phone with calls and texts. At one point he sends you an evite to his funeral. “Rip: jj maybank. Cause of death: lack of y/n.” The invitation reads.

At least he’s getting creative.

You’re almost thankful when the clear weather turns into a thunderstorm, knocking out your power. With no wifi, there’s no JJ.

Or so you were hoping.

You’re curled up with a cup of coffee and a family sized bag of chips in front of the TV, barely paying attention to the movie playing when he starts knocking on the door.

You’re not sure who would be at your door in the middle of a storm this bad. Obviously, one boy, but even he’s not dumb enough to come all the way here in weather this bad.

Except he is dumb enough.

You swing the door open to reveal a soaked JJ, squinting in the rain and holding up a bouquet of drooping carnations. He grins at you goofily.

“JJ, you dumbass, what the hell? Get in here!” You grab his wet arm and drag him inside. Even better, he came here in the rain, in a sleeveless shirt.

“Did you get my evite? Because I’m fucking freezing. I think this is how I go.” He’s dripping all over the floor.

You throw a glare over your shoulder as you retreat to find a towel.

Once you’ve wrapped it around him and forced him into a chair, you finally get to scream at him.

“You’re- You’re infuriating, you know that?” You cry out. “You drive me insane! What am I supposed to do if you get sick? Or worse!”

“Then you could’ve sent out those evites.” He smiles hesitantly.

“I’m being serious!”

JJ gives you another toothy smile and holds out the wimpy flowers. You take them from him and immediately hit him with them, spraying water droplets across his face.

“Ow. Okay, I deserved that.” JJ holds his hands up in defense and you hit him with them again.

“Maybe I shouldn’t buy you flowers anymore!” “You’re such an asshole!”

“I’m the asshole?” JJ stands now. “Yes, you’re the asshole.” “I’m the one getting beaten up with flowers!”

“What, did you think you could just show up here with stupid flowers and your stupid face and all would be forgotten?” “Well, no, okay, kind of?” JJ doesn’t know what to say to make you happy.

“That’s not how this works. You can’t just pull some big gesture and fix everything.” “Okay, you’re right. Y/n, I’m sorry.” He grabs your shoulders to look you dead in the eyes.

“You’re sorry?” “I’m sorry.” He shakes you a little.

“You’re sorry for what?”

JJ rolls his eyes, but finishes. “I’m sorry for standing you up and then being harsh about your fashion choices. I did not mean to hurt your feelings. It will never happen again.” JJ sounds like he’s reciting from memory.

“It’s going to happen again, you loofah.” “Loofah? I feel like that’s a new one.” “But you have to apologize, JJ.”

“I tried!” JJ protests, but you cut him off.

“And not over the phone.” You give him a look.

“Okay.” His hands travel to your hips. “Next time, I’ll say I’m sorry. Not over the phone. Can I please just kiss you now?”

“Is that all you came here for?” You laugh. “Pretty much, yeah.”

JJ leans down to kiss you, and you can feel him smile against you.

You pull away, eyes still closed. “I swear, stand me up one more time and I will dump you for- “Shut up.” JJ kisses you again but you lean back. “For good.” You finish and kiss him again.

“But then how would we,” He pecks your lips between words, “have that family you were talking about.”

You tug your head back completely. “I will leave you and my imaginary family.”

JJ shakes his head at you before he looks at the tv.

“What are you even watching?” “Romeo and Juliet.”

“Wait, isn’t he supposed to be a lot shorter than that?”

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poguesrforlife · 4 years

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Young and Beautiful | Rudy Pankow - Part 3

Okay first of all I’m sorry it took me so long but here is part three finally. Honestly I don’t know how to feel about this because at first I wanted it to be a filler chapter and then I thought I couldn't let you hang like this so I just poured it all out. I still have some more ideas about where this might go but you guys tell me if this feels already finished to you. AND AS ALWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! for all the love and support you give, I see you all and couldn't be more thankful xxx

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Trigger warning: alcohol, swearing, nothing too smutty, a little angst and a lot of jealousy

Word count: 3,741 word (god this is so long I’m sorry)

Y/N just got the role of her lifetime, starring beside the cast of Outer Banks in the second season as JJ’s love interest. It’s a dream come true and gets even dreamier when she meets Rudy Pankow her alleged love interest. Lines start to blur between reality and film and Y/N is left wondering if taking a leap of faith is worth risking her career.

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Days passed and filming never stopped, neither did the thought of Rudy in your mind. It was constant, the sun rose and so did your thoughts of him, the night came and so did he in your dreams. By now you were convinced that this feeling would not go away anytime soon.

Maybe some distraction would do you good.

“How about we go out tonight?” You proposed to the girls as you were lounging in your living room, painting toe-nails, scrolling through instagram and what-not.

“Like out out?” Madelyne’s face lit up as she looked up from her bright yellow nail polish and passed the same expression to Madison. You nodded with a smile.

“I’d be down,” Madison agreed and sprang up from the couch in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, this is exciting! Let me call the boys,” Madelyne exclaimed and got up, waddling weirdly with her still wet toe nails to her phone on the kitchen bar.

Your face fell for a second. That was not exactly what you had in mind. You wanted a distraction from Rudy and him dancing in a sweaty club with beautiful women wouldn’t really help your current state of emotions. But you couldn’t let the girls know that. After shooting the other day they wouldn’t shut up about how one could feel the sexual tension between the two of you and you were just happy they hadn’t seen the sex scene.

“You good?” Bailey inquired as she noticed your sour face. You were quick to plaster a fake smile on your lips.

“Yeah, I’m just tired of sitting around all the time. This will do us some good!” You headed towards the bathroom to get a shower before going out and also to have a moment to yourself to prepare for tonight.

“The boys are down as well!” You heard Maddie scream from the kitchen and then she passed by you as fast as she could to look through her wardrobe.

“Somebody is excited,” Bailey muttered beside you but joined her friend with a grin and helped her pick out something to wear.

A couple hours later you were dressed to kill and ready to go. Even though you loved the Outer Banks clothing style, it reminded you of your hometown, it was nice to doll-up every now and then. Madison was taking pictures of you three in the big mirror besides the entry when you heard a knock on the door.

Madelyn was quick to open it and you were met with five handsome men staring back at you.

Chase escaped a whistle when he took all three of you in but you noticed how his eyes stayed on Madelyn just a bit too long. You made sure to remember asking him about it later.

“Well, hot damn,” Rudy exclaimed as he entered the apartment and his eyes landed on the short dresses you were wearing.

“Eyes up here,” Madison warned him with a smile and pointed to her own brown ones.

“Not fair,” Austin gasped, clearly thinking you were playing with their feelings. Maybe you were. When Bailey had proposed to impress some folks tonight you at least had a special someone in mind. Who was to say the others didn’t have too?

Your eyes wandered over the boys outfits, all dressed up and looking incredibly handsome. Rudy sported a cream sweater and a cute little beige hat. You didn’t know why he would wear a hat to go clubbing but you knew he loved them.

“Are you ready to head out then?” Drew smiled at you in his bright yellow shirt and motioned towards the door.

You piled out the door and headed downstairs to get an uber to your favourite club.

“I’m not sure if I like you in heels, Y/N. You’re almost as tall as me,” Chase pointed out as he walked behind you and took in your much taller figure.

“You’ll just have to deal with it, I guess,” You laughed and did an immaculate pirouette on your heels, something you had practiced a thousand times in your room back home.

“Would you look at her,” Madison squealed with joy as she watched your boost of confidence and joined you by linking your hands together and strutting down the sidewalk like it was a runway.

It felt good to really feel yourself again after your uncertain emotions. Even though you noticed how a certain male’s eyes kept looking at your and your friend’s long legs, you didn’t care at the moment. You were having fun and you deserved it.

All of you split up into several cars and then you were on your way to La Push, a vibrating ambient establishment the cast had dug out last year while filming in Charleston. The girls swore that you would have the best night out ever at that particular club.

You were not disappointed as you took in the colourful lights shining on the rustic open brick walls and the retro bar in the corner. The ages of the people were mixed all through but you could clearly see that everybody was enjoying themselves.

“Drinks?” Deion asked and nodded towards an empty table next to the bar and you all headed in the direction through the crowded area of dancing bodies.

“Milady.” Rudy offered you his hand with a posh English accent as you were about to try mastering a step in your heels.

“Thank you, kind sir,” You smiled at him and put your hand in his and let him help you down. You couldn’t keep yourself from curtsying as he laughed at you playing along. His hand held yours tight in his as he led you to some barstools.

“Gin Tonic with a lemon slice for the lady?” He ordered with a questioning look in your direction once the bartender got your attention. You couldn’t believe he memorised your go-to drink, as you nodded thankfully. “And a Corona for me please,” He finished and watched the bartender tend to your order.

After he payed for both of your drinks you thanked him, almost having to scream as the music was too loud, and he grabbed your hand back in his to help you down from the stool.

“Sure thing, sugar.” He gave you that unmistakable Rudy smile and once again the butterflies in your stomach began soaring.

You had to pull yourself together. You were here to distract yourself from him not fall deeper for his charm. Although you had to admit he was not making it easy for you.

Your other friends had ordered at the table and were ready to clink glasses once you joined them.

“To a great night,” JD proposed and raised his glass.

“And to great friends,” You joined in and held up your own Gin Tonic.

“Hear, hear,” Austin agreed and the whole group cheered in joyous laughter as you brought your drinks to the middle. You greeted the familiar taste of the alcohol with open arms and enjoyed the light burning you were quite used to by now.

Once you set your glass back on the table, Bailey raised a brow at your already half empty glass and you simply shrugged your shoulders. You needed to let loose tonight.

“Dance with me,” You screamed over the music and grabbed her hand and your drink and made your way towards the dance floor.

Madison was the best dancer you knew and she proved it to you once again after some R&B music started playing. Your hips were shaking, your arms wildly flailing around and your feet shuffling over the floor as you downed your glass quickly. You already felt slightly buzzed, maybe you should have eaten more before going out.

Jonathan joined the two of you quickly, just as good a dancer as your dear curly friend, and together they stole the show. You watched in awe as they moved to the music so carelessly and were a bit jealous at their easy-going nature.

“C’mon Y/N, show me what you got!” Drew encouraged you suddenly from beside you with an outstretched hand. You slipped closer to him and swayed your hips as he twirled you around in his arms and laughed as he dipped you back. Maybe the distraction would work after all. You didn’t know for how long the both of you danced but you felt absolutely weightless.

“I’m impressed Starkey,” You admitted as he flew with you over the dance floor, not once missing the beat.

“Could say the same about you Y/L/N but I had a feeling you would be a good dancer,” He smirked and turned you around so your back was pressed against his chest and let his hands wander to your hips.

At this point you were on your third drink, a bit too intoxicated, and not quite sure if this scenario would play out well. Drew was the perfect gentleman and absolutely sweet and handsome. You liked him a lot but… But he wasn’t Rudy. His hands on your body didn’t feel like a wildfire and his scent didn’t drive you crazy and his smile did not make your head spin. You cursed yourself for these thoughts.

You looked up, your eyes roaming the club for a certain blond head of hair. You noticed Chase and Maddy dancing intimately with each other in one corner but chose to ignore it, you had a different mission.

“I’ll be right back,” You told Drew with an apologetic smile as you turned to look at him and he looked confused for a second. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“Be careful in here, it’s better if you don’t go by yourself,” He reminded you, always the protective type, and looked out over the club probably searching for Bailey.

“I’ll be fine,” You reassured him with a pad on the chest and slipped out of his embrace towards the restrooms.

On your way there you finally found your man of the hour. To your amusement Rudy was dancing with an elderly woman to some pop song and looked like he was having the time of his life. You felt the corners of your mouth lifting as you took in the scene.

You slipped into the restroom to freshen up as your eyes met the mirror. The carefully applied makeup from Madison was smeared under your eyes, your lipstick long gone and your hair was basically a mess. But despite all you looked happy, you looked alive. You quickly touched up your appearance and rejoined the others.

As soon as you stepped out however you were met with quite the unpleasant sight. There was a beautiful woman next to Rudy, one arm on his biceps as she leaned forwards to say something to him. It shouldn’t bother you, you knew that he was an attractive man with many qualities. But as his hand rested on her waist your throat tightened and you felt embarrassment deep in your bones. Of course he didn’t want you the same way you did. It was just acting and you were friends, it didn’t mean anything. But it had meant something, to you anyways. And that’s what you got for giving into your feelings. You watched them laughing together, inching closer to each other each second and your heart burned in pain.

You turned around stumbling to your table as you tried to suppress the tears welling in your eyes. How could you have been so stupid? It was a stupid crush nothing more.

Drew’s eyes lit up as you made your way towards his sitting figure at the table next to some of your friends. You had two choices here: Going home now and giving in to your stupid irrational feelings and ruining your night. Or doing what you were here for and distract yourself with a fucking good time. The answer came to you immediately.

“I don’t know about you guys but I was thinking about some tequila!” You proposed with a big fake smile as you looked at your friends and the others cheered in chorus.

“A round of tequila shots for the table please,” Chase told the waiter and soon enough salt, limes and shot glasses filled to the brim with the transparent liquid were brought to you.

“Cheers bitches!” You clinked glasses, licked up the salt on your hand, downed the shot of the devil’s brew and bit in the sour lime and laughed at the faces the others made after finishing their own shots.

You were having a good time tonight, even if it took killing your mind to do so. Which seemed to be the only option after another round of shots and some more Gin Tonics and you still felt like shit every time your eyes met Rudy’s figure. The girl from before was long gone but you couldn’t help but feel betrayed. How did he not see that you were obviously hooked on him?

He came back to your table were everybody was laughing and having a good time, everyone except you it seemed.

“Are you alright?” He asked and plopped down beside you, throwing his arm over the couch behind you.

“Just peachy,” You heard the slurring in your voice yourself not as clear as you wanted it to be and cringed a bit. But just because you were drunk that didn’t mean you had a problem. You were fine.

“How much did you have to drink?” He inquired concerned and you saw his forehead wrinkle. Your hand automatically reached out to brush his worry away.

“What’s it to you, sugar?” You deliberately used the nickname he had given you before and you actually saw a smirk on his face as you drew your hand away from his forehead, the sour expression gone.

“I think it’s better if I take you home,” He laughed when you fell back against the couch trying to look mad at him.

“I can take myself home, thank you very much,” You argued, your words still a bit slurred. He could take the fucking girl from before home for all you cared. He hadn’t spoken to you all night and suddenly he wanted to take care of you. That’s not how that shit worked.

“Besides,” You interrupted him as he was about to say something else, “You didn’t dance with me all night. I really wanted to dance with you,” You pouted and cursed yourself a second after you registered what slipped out your mouth. Your eyes widened and you sat back up. Maybe you had an alcohol problem after all.

“Then dance with me, sugar.” Your head whipped around as soon as you heard him. He leaned back against the couch, an easy smirk playing on his lips as he eyed your figure. He never looked sexier to you.

“Let’s go then!” You jumped from the table, a bit too fast and swaying a bit, but you had to prove something to yourself. You could easily be friends with Rudy without any sexual tension. You just had to separate him from your roles in your head.

His arm sneaked around your waist seconds after and he pulled you down towards the dance floor, making sure you didn’t miss any steps like before. The feeling of his hand around you drove you insane so you grabbed it and shove it away with a grin. You were perfectly capable of walking by yourself. He just laughed and shook his head at your swaying figure. You were not sure what exactly was so funny to him in this moment.

His hands however found yours again quickly as he held them and twirled you around carefully, pushing and pulling you every which way. You absolutely adored him but you needed distance. God, why had you willingly agreed to dance with him? Well, it had been your idea but anyways.

You were glad when a faster song by Lizzo started and you entangled yourself from him to sway your hips on your own. Not many knew it but you danced a lot better when you were drunk for some reason. You were a lot less uptight and celebrated every body part of yours with free flowing moves. Rudy obviously enjoyed your newfound confidence as he mirrored your carelessness to the beat and cheered for you. The both of you were singing along to the music, jumping up and down and shimmying back and forth, having the time of your life. At one point you stole his head and put it on yourself, convinced that you looked irresistible with it but Rudy just laughed and got it back before throwing to your table where Austin caught it with a grin.

“Have I told you how good you look tonight?” He screamed over the music as he pushed himself closer to your body. His scent invaded your space and you immediately forgot why you had wanted distance from him in the first place.

“Tell me again,” You giggled and got closer to him as well. The songs changed again, something more sultry and slower, maybe the Weeknd or Miguel you weren’t sure as your attention was directed at yet another man.

“You look absolutely radiant,” He breathed and his alcoholic breath mingled with yours that’s how close you were.

Rudy’s hands found your waist again and this time you didn’t push him away. The opposite, you rested your hands on his broad chest, feeling his fast beating heart under your right hand. He pulled you closer as you were obviously giving in to him and swayed his hips against yours, the movement making your head spin.

“Are you drunk?” You asked him. You needed him to be sober so at least one of you would remember this moment tomorrow after everything else faded away. You needed him to remember how your bodies felt pressed together in this moment. How your hearts were beating in synch to the bass rocking through you.

“Absolutely intoxicated,” He answered with a straight, sexy voice. He didn’t sound drunk to you but his words proved you different.

“Maybe we should-“ You stopped mid sentence as you pulled back and saw his hungry eyes directed at your lips. Whatever you wanted to say left your senses in that very second.

“…stop?” Rudy finished your sentence questioning but not making any moves to stop any of this, whatever this was. “I don’t ever want to stop. I just wanna spend forever getting high off what it feels like to be around you.”

Your breath caught at his words and your eyes slipped from his lips to his blue eyes, illuminated by the club lights occasionally. You saw the hunger in them, the unmistakable lust that was a hundred percent mirrored in your own y/e/c eyes.

He described perfectly what if felt like to be around him, like you were high, intoxicated by him. And that feeling, you never wanted it to end.

“I’m drunk…” You told him but let out the ‘on you’ part that definitely was a part of this sentence.

“I know, me too. And I know we shouldn’t do anything that we might regret tomorrow,” He took a deep breath and one of his hands cupped your face. “But I can’t stay away from you any longer.”

“I feel the same,” You admitted and bit your lip to keep a smile from showing on your face. But it didn’t matter as Rudy’s lips moved into a grin.

“If two people can’t stay away from each other, maybe they aren’t supposed to.” You nearly groaned at his annoying habit of always being able to say the perfect thing at the right time.

You moved closer to him, your arms slung around his neck and your hips still slowly moving to the music. Your eyelids dropped as your mouth longed for his, feeling his breath on your lips.

Unexpectedly soft his mouth landed on yours, so different from the kisses you shared on set. His lips slowly moved with yours, taking his time to get used to the feeling. And even though the heat from the other times lacked it was no less passionate. You poured every fibre of your being into kissing him and really feeling him. He tasted like tequila and forbidden dreams and if you weren’t drunk before, you definitely were now.

Rudy became more needy as the kiss went on, his lips moving faster and his hands pulling you closer against him. When his teeth caught your lower lip you were done for. Without any regard for reason you gave into him. His tongue slipped into your mouth battling with yours for dominance. Your mouths bumped clumsily against each other as you were smiling into the kiss, teeth biting here and there occasionally but you couldn’t care less. You had waited for this for too long to show any signs of hesitation. After what felt like an eternity you pulled apart, breathing heavily. Your eyes locked and it felt like ecstasy was coursing through your veins.

“There you are! We’ve been looking for you for at least an hour.” You were thrown into ice-cold water as JD’s voice pulled you back into reality. You looked at him, the rest of your friends heading towards the door. Rudy and you shuffled apart awkwardly and fixed yourself a little. Your short dress had ridden up and his hair was all over the place.

“C’mon guys, we’re leaving!” Chase shouted from afar.

Your eyes wandered to Rudy, a content smile lying on his swollen lips as he stared at the floor. His hand slipped around yours and he pulled you after him, walking backwards so he could look at you.

“Our little secret,” He said with a wink and cupped your cheek in his other hand, before pecking your lips once again secretly and then following the others outside and to the Ubers taking you back to your flats.

You were still not fully understanding what had just happened, if it was all a feverish dream caused by the alcohol. But every time you thought that this could only be in your imagination Rudy’s hand on your thigh or around your waist pulled you back into reality. This was no longer part of a role, this was real life. And you would enjoy every second of it.

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Rain - JJ Maybank

Request: hello💛may i request jj x reader, they are bestfriend’s and lately jj has been seeing reader in a completely different way and he doesn’t know why? like he‘d get mad at the boys interested in her and whenever rafe or topper tries to hit on reader it always ends in a fight? maybe he abruptly kisses her one day and then does he realise he’s inlove with her? FLUFF & A JEALOUS JJ PLS😭❤️

Request: could you do a jj fic with a rain kiss? i don’t really have a plot in mind but maybe one where they’re arguing in the rain or something💖

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JJ sat on his board, ignoring the growing waves and Pope telling him to hurry up and paddle the rest of the way out to surf. He was too far away to hear anything you were saying but he was close enough to see you, standing there with your board, talking to Topper at the edge of the water. He squinted against the sun, trying to get a better look at your face as stood there. Were you smiling or was he imagining that? Did you like Topper? You had never mentioned anything about the kook to any of them, unless you just hadn’t mentioned it to him.

Pope called JJ’s name again and he waved his other friend off, still trying to decipher what was going on with you and Topper on the beach. He would never admit it out loud but lately JJ had been feeling different about you. It wasn’t just some lust fueled, empty flirting. It was more than that. He couldn’t explain it and he’d definitely never felt like it before but he couldn’t sit there and watch you flirt with Topper. He paddled back toward the shoreline, getting off his board when he was close enough and walking to where you and Topper were talking.

“Hey.”

You looked surprised to see him when your eyes met his but you recovered pretty quickly, “hey, what’s up?” You asked.

“Thought you were coming out...it’s gonna storm soon.” JJ pointed out. You and Pope had been talking about going out to catch waves all week and there was finally a break in what felt like seven days straight of rain.

“Yeah, I will, I’m just...” you looked back at Topper, still standing there. He raised his eyebrows in question, “I’ll be right there I’m talking to Topper.”

“Yeah...about what?”

“What?” You asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“How about, none of your business?” Topper commented, glaring at him.

“How about you get the fuck off our side of the beach.” JJ said, stepping forward. You were quick to get between them, holding a hand out to JJ to stop him from coming any closer. Everything had been fine two minutes ago before he decided to come back to shore.

“I’ll be right out J,” you said, “just go.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Please.”

“She told you to leave.” Topper cut in.

“Seriously,” you rolled your eyes, “I got it.”

“I can’t believe you’re seriously choosing him over me.” JJ said.

You clenched your fists, trying not to lose your cool right here on the beach in front of Topper. This was the same bullshit that JJ had been pulling for weeks now. Interrupting any conversation that you tried to have with anyone that wasn’t him. He’d been antsy and unusually clingy just the other day when you were hanging outside the Chateau with John B. Now he was embarrassing you in front of Topper.

“Can you not do this right now?” You practically begged before turning back to Topper, “I’ll talk to you later?”

“Text me.” He replied, nodding. He glared at JJ one last time before heading off down the beach, away from both of you. If only you could have gone with him.

“What the hell is your problem JJ?” You laid your board down and started to gather the rest of your stuff. Shorts, sandals, shirt, all went in your bag.

“My problem? You’ve been bitching all week about going out to surf and we finally get a few good hours and you waste them standing around on the shore twirling your hair and flirting with Topper.”

“Fuck you! I’m allowed to talk, and yes flirt, with whoever the hell I want to.” You snapped.

“Topper though? Get some fucking standards.” He replied, dropping his board down beside yours and grabbing your bag before you could finish packing it.

“Give me that back!”

“No!” He held it away from you when you tried to reach for it, “I’m trying to talk to you and you’re standing here packing up so you can run away.”

“Run away? You’re so fucking dramatic JJ! I’m leaving because you’re being a dick and you ruined my entire afternoon.”

“Oh sorry you didn’t get to suck his-”

You slapped JJ, hands immediately covering your mouth, eyes wide as you stared at him. You knew about Luke and you’d always been carefully of the way you acted around JJ. You’d never so much as jokingly nudged him.

“Oh my god...J-”

JJ shook his head, holding his hand up. “I was out of line.” He replied. The moment he heard the words coming out of his mouth he knew he had taken his anger too far. He wasn’t surprised you’d slapped him, he wanted to hit himself too. He was being stupid and he knew but he didn’t know how to fix it.

“I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay.” He insisted.

“I wasn’t flirting with Topper.” You clarified, “I didn’t deserve the accusation but I wasn’t flirting.”

“You were just out here talking to him and I saw you and-”

“I can’t just not talk to people because you don’t want me to...I get the whole kook pogue thing but I’m allowed to talk to whoever I want, without some six degrees from you.” You replied. You hadn’t meant to slap him but you weren’t going to let him get away with his behavior because of that.

“It’s not a kook pogue thing.” He looked away for a moment as a drop of rain hit his cheek. You looked up as it started to rain again, the umpteenth time this week. As you turned your attention back to JJ you saw Pope coming in out of the corner of your eye. At least someone got to enjoy a few waves.

“Then what is it, because I’m so sick of this shit with you JJ. It’s every party, every beach trip.” You said. “I can’t talk to anyone without you right there. I don’t get it.”

“I just-” JJ let out a breath, frustrated with himself mostly. He was terrible with words as it was but he felt like he was incapable of just explaining to you what was the matter. Why couldn’t he just tell you that he liked you?

“What?” You asked, “you just what?”

“I just-” He tried again, the rain overhead getting worse as he pushed wet hair out of his eyes. Without warning he leaned forward, knowing he’d either be slapped again or you would reciprocate. He kissed you, hand laying at the back of your head but trying not to seem like he was holding you there.

Your eyes went wide and then quickly closed against the rain. JJ was kissing you, mouth on yours as if it was the most obvious reason of all and somehow you had never even considered that the reason he was so pissed was because he was jealous. You kissed back, grabbing at his waist to pull him closer, hands slippery on wet skin. He was jealous of Topper or John B or any nameless touron at a party and you couldn’t even fathom that because it was completely unbelievable. What did he even have to be jealous of?

“Guys!” Pope called, coming up the beach to where the two of you were standing. JJ pulled way, turning to look at his best friend.

“What?”

“I’m real happy for you but can we get going? Now isn’t the time!” He insisted, looking back to the darkening sky over the water.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized, grabbing your bag from where JJ had dropped it on the sand and sliding it over your shoulders, “JJ was yelling at me over Topper.”

“I wasn’t yelling at you!”

“No, totally, of course. You were so calm and collected.”

“I would’ve been if you hadn’t been talking to Topper when we were supposed to be hanging out!” JJ replied, that slight crack in his voice back as he followed you and Pope up to the car.

“I’m joking J, god I kissed you didn’t I?”

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MASTERLIST - Outer Banks

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categories: soon | ☂︎ - smut | ☀︎ - song | ☁︎ - AU | ☽ - blurb

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The Pogues

JJ Maybank

➢ Having sex with JJ... ☂︎

➢ Being JJ's best friend since always (and eventually being his girlfriend)...

➢ Why The Impossible? - you never saw the difference between your boyfriend's world and yours, but at the Midsummer your eyes were opened by the security

➢ You Deserve To Be Loved - 1 | 2 - John B and JJ can't understand why you are always taking care of them and when they ask you, you get kinda emotional... And they start to take care of you too.

➢ Wrong Name... ☽ - you accidentally called JJ by the name of your ex-boyfriend for a TikTok.

➢ I'm Talking About You, JJ ☽ - Is there a better way to tell your best friend that you're in love with him than a TikTok? Yeah, I don't think so either...

➢ Left Behind ☂︎ - you and JJ are left behind by the rest of the Pogues, but you couldn't care less that you are all alone with the Chateau just for the two of you...

John B Routledge

➢ You Deserve To Be Loved - 1 | 2 - John B and JJ can't understand why you are always taking care of them and when they ask you, you get kinda emotional... And they start to take care of you too. ~ Platonic!Reader

Pope Heyward

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Kiara Carrera

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Kooks

Rafe Cameron

➢ You Could Be a Lifeguard - [y/n] almost drowns while surfing with the Pogues and Rafe saves her...

➢ Truly, Madly, Deeply ☀︎- Rafe has been in love with you since he can remember and he just falls more for you after you slept together.

➢ Wet Dreams? ☂︎ - what would you do if you wake up with your best friend having a wet dream about you right next to you? Well, [y/n] decided to give him a little help...

➢ Karma Is a Bitch, Isn't It? - On a rainy day, [y/n]'s relationship is thrown out of the window and there's not much she can do. Except, kiss the right guy for her (her ex's best-friend).

Sarah Cameron

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Topper Thornton

➢ Karma Is a Bitch, Isn't It? - On a rainy day, [y/n]'s relationship is thrown out of the window and there's not much she can do. Except, kiss the right guy for her (her ex's best-friend).

Kelce

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Cast

Rudy Pankow

➢ Breakfast Birthday for The Birthday Boy ☽ - it's Rudy's birthday and you decided to make his breakfast...

Drew Starkey

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pope’s secret

summary: pope’s got a secret.

warnings: typos, probably.

notes: yall need to hype up pope more like you do with the other white boys.

When Pope tells you to hold his hand while you’re trying to balance on a shallow piece of concrete, you don’t think much of it. You’re too busy trying not to fall, deciding your ego wasn’t as important as keeping your shins nice and clean. The bottom of your Converse is hitting the hot concrete and you can feel the heat from underneath the soles, but you don’t care. It’s a nice, sunny day out and you would be damned if you were inside the Chateau with minimal air conditioning, if anything.

His hands are surprisingly soft. This is the last thing you think about before giving up on trying to balance yourself. Pope laughs at your attempt and holds onto your hand when you step off of the makeshift balance beam and he holds on to you until you pull your hand away. You miss the delighted grin on his face when you tell him you’re happy he came outside with you despite the sweltering North Carolinian heat.

In all honesty, the Pogues never cared much about keeping secrets and it felt like the lot knew more about each other than they did about themselves. You knew everything there was to know about the rest of the group and they could say the same for you if someone were to have asked. The Pogues prided themselves in their ability to never keep secrets to avoid a major rift in the friend group because that was the last thing they wanted.

But Pope has a secret. He keeps it in a drawer hidden behind thoughts that consume him daily and he tries not to think about it unless he’s alone, if at all. Pope’s always trying to brave a smile and find new hiding places in his mind when he can feel this secret crawl to the tip of his tongue, ready for the secret to be spilled. His secret is that he likes you more than a friend.

When you look extra beautiful on a particular day or you say something profound that makes his eyes widen with interest, he has to breath to keep himself in check. Pope tries to clear his throat and make it look like he was coughing when he wants to think of anything but your lips on his. His mind races and his gaze focuses on anything that isn’t in your vicinity because he doesn’t want to give himself away.

Pope think he likes you because you took the time to understand him. Out of everyone in the group, he always felt closest to you and he knew it was a matter of time before his feelings graduated from platonic to romantic.

He can remember the instance when he first felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest if he wasn’t able to kiss you. You were tired and JJ had convinced you to smoke his joint a few times after you expressed interest in trying it for the first time. None of the Pogues could tell if it was because you had an eight hour shift at The Wreck, the joint, or both, but you were so out of it to the point where JJ had to physically hold you up to keep you from falling while your eyes were drooping.

Pope looked at you with adoration and loved the way your cheeks became red as the heat of the air seemed to increase. He watched as your cheek pressed against JJ’s shoulder, your face scrunching into an adorable pout when you realized he wasn’t going to carry you to the spare bedroom. Pope volunteered and JJ stood still until he was able to successfully carry you into the bedroom, which both he and JJ were happy to let you occupy.

Your lips were plump and Pope fantasized about stealing a kiss, but only when he knew you felt the same. In that moment, he tucked you under the comforter and promised to be there in the morning when you woke up.

He sat with his thoughts that night on the couch as Kiara went back to her house while John B. and JJ shared his room; he liked the way you looked at him if the others spoke over him. He liked to think you were encouraging him to continue talking and his heart always felt like it was beating faster than it should’ve been. He notices that your mind doesn’t wander when he talks about his academic studies and you never make jokes about him being the “mathlete” stereotype. You sit with interest and your eyes don’t gloss over any detail. When you’re around, he feels confident enough to tell the full story, not just a summary.

But that night, he decided he would never disclose his feelings for you to anyone in fear of ruining the friendship all of them had dedicated time into building.

You and JJ share the same personality and Pope think she doesn’t stand a chance against the blond that girls can’t seem to get enough of. He never noticed the amount of time you two spent together but started to put together just how often you two hung out if you weren’t with the Pogues and how often you two would sit by each other when you were. Pope tried not to be jealous and tried to remind himself that you hung out with John B. alone as well, but he couldn’t shake the lingering feeling off of his shoulders that seemed adamant to make him feel anxious about a potential rejection if he were ever to tell you about his feelings for you.

The man sat with his mouth shut one day when he realized you and JJ were late to the Chateau. Kiara tried to console him, upon learning his feelings, but even she had to admit you were spending more time with JJ than usual. JJ was at your place if he wasn’t in the Chateau or you’d be int he van with him, off to the beach to catch a wave at sunrise.

Pope’s heart began to falter when he realized he might lose you, and the idea of the two of you. to JJ. His daydream about being in a healthy relationship with you was slipping from his grasp and he didn’t know if he wanted a last first kiss or not. He could feel his heart clench when you two arrived and when you had barely looked at Pope before dashing to the spare bedroom with JJ. Neither of you had said more than a meek “hello” with a wave before disappearing around the corner and Kiara gave pope her most hopeful eyes. But there was no hope.

Until Pope decided to approach the guest bedroom.

“You’re not a loser,” JJ reassured. Pope couldn’t see anything and his back was flat against the wall beside the threshold. “You’re just someone who doesn’t know how to confront their feelings.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel any better?” you asked. Pope could hear the sarcasm drip from your tone and grinned to himself.

“Shut up,” JJ said, which made Pope think he rolled your eyes. There was always an ounce of sarcastic humor between the two of you. “You’re the person he trusts the most. I know I’m shit at this ‘love’ stuff but I know Pope and I know you. I can’t imagine two better people dating.”

Pope’s heart was caught in his chest and his eyes widened at JJ’s remark. He heard you sigh and hadn’t dared to let out a breath as he waited for your response.

“What do I say? How do I tell him that I’ve been in love with him since we were twelve and that I’d do anything to make sure he gets the future he deserves? I can’t even get the courage to hold his hand under the table, for Christ’s sake.”

JJ saw Pope’s figure emerge from the doorway and Pope didn’t miss the grin that donned on JJ’s lips. The blond put his hands you on shoulders and turned you around, your eyes widening at the realization that Pope heard your confession.

Wordlessly, JJ stepped around the two of you and left you to your wits and merits. Your eyes locked with Pope and you knew it would be useless to deny everything you had just said. The ball was in his court now and he knew it.

Pope didn’t need to say anything. The feeling of his lips on yours and his hands around your waist told you everything you needed to know about how he felt about you.

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mermaidssonshipss · 4 years

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insecure

hi bubs! i’m not the best at writing already established relationships, but i hope you enjoy this and it’s okay. 🥺

warnings: none other than mentions of anxiety and body issues

pairings: rudy pankow x reader

word count: 1,124 (the shortest one i’ve written so far omg go me for not going too crazy lmao)

Scrolling through instagram had become a chore at this point, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to delete the app. Looking at the other girls that filled LA had become an addiction, and you always found yourself comparing yourself to them.

Though everyone around you always gushed about how pretty and small you were, you had always struggled with your self-image. When you met Rudy 3 years ago after he had moved into the apartment next to yours in LA, he quickly became someone you could confide in, someone you trusted. With him, you felt comfortable.

You’d only been dating a couple of months at this point, both of you finally admitting you’d had feelings for one another one night as you laid in your bed together drinking cheap beer and celebrating the release of Outer Banks.

As Outer Banks’s popularity grew though, so did Rudy’s. His instagram comments were full of girls throwing themselves at him, and his messages were full of LA models trying to introduce themselves. You didn’t blame them, of course. He was absolutely gorgeous, and you’d been pining after him since you met him.

The past week, you had barely left your bed, refusing to eat and only getting up to force yourself to shower. Rudy was in Alaska currently, and your thoughts were spiraling out of control. You knew he could do better than you; he could have any girl he wanted, so why the hell would he choose you? At this point, you were convinced he was with you out of pity.

Your texts to him had been short, but you had thought he didn’t notice, or he didn’t care. But when someone knocked on your door at 9 in the morning and you opened it to find Rudy standing in front of you, you were quickly proven wrong.

“Rudy?” You were confused to say the least, as he wasn’t supposed to be back for another 3 weeks.

“Hi baby,” his voice was soft as he looked at you, his heart sinking slightly at the sight in front of him. You were in one of his old soccer t-shirts, a pair of black short shorts peaking out slightly from underneath, and you looked as if you’d dropped 10 pounds since the last time he saw you, but you were still the most beautiful sight to him.

You moved aside as he stepped inside your apartment, closing the door gently before turning to him. His arms immediately wrapped around your small figure, pulling you into his chest as he held onto you, one of his hands running through your hair. You were quick to return the hug, burying your face in his chest as you breathed in his scent, your eyes closing. The two of you stood there for what felt like forever, just enjoying the feeling of one another, before Rudy pulled away slightly and looked down at you.

“I’m tired from the flight, let’s go to your room,” he mumbled into your hair and you nodded as he grabbed your hand and you both made your way to your room, climbing into your unmade bed.

Rudy laid on his back, pulling you down so you were resting half on the bed and half on him, your legs tangling with his as you draped your arm around his waist, his own arms holding onto you tightly.

“What’s going on, pretty girl?” He asked finally, his fingers playing with yours that rested on his chest.

“Nothing,” your response was short, and he let out a quiet huff.

“I know you better than myself, y/n. You’ve been acting off all week. I texted Lily yesterday asking about you, and she said you hadn’t left your apartment and she didn’t think you were eating,” he was frowning now as he spoke, his hand clutching onto yours and you tugged at the ring on his thumb, twisting it around the finger, “Please just tell me. Did I do something?” He sounded worried, his voice shaking slightly as he genuinely thought he had done something to hurt you. You were quick to shake your head, pulling away from his embrace and leaning back against your headboard, your eyes staring forward as his watched you intently.

“It’s not...” you struggled to push the words out, your fingers tugging at the fabric of your tiny shorts, “You didn’t do anything. You’re perfect, Rudy. But that’s the problem,” your voice was quiet as you spoke, almost a whisper, and his eyebrows furrowed as he sat up on his elbows to get a better look at you, “You could have any girl you want, especially now. There are literal models throwing themselves at you Rudy, and I can’t compare. God, look at me and look at them. Look at me and then look at you. You deserve someone so much better than me.” As you spoke, you felt empty, tears unable to drop as you had cried until you couldn’t cry anymore at this point. Rudy sat up fully now, his hand reaching forward and grabbing your chin, tilting your head so you were looking right at him.

“Don’t you ever say that about yourself, do you understand? Those other girls mean absolutely nothing to me. I don’t know them, and they don’t know me, they just know what I look like. The moment I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on, y/n. And then I got to know you and you weren’t just a pretty girl from LA, you were so much more than that. If anyone deserves someone better, it’s you. I know you could do so much better than me, but I’m selfish and I’m not going to let you go. Ever. You are mine, and I am one-hundred percent yours,” the tears had finally spilled, Rudy’s thumb wiping them as they fell, and in that moment you had never been more in love with him. He placed a soft kiss on your lips and you melted into him, your hand resting over his on your cheek.

“I love you,” you whispered the words against his lips, your eyes staying closed as you finally admitted it to him. You two hadn’t said it yet as you’d only started dating really, but you had fallen in love with him over the course of the last 3 years. You’d save that admission for later, though.

“I love you, too. So much,” his response had come quick, and there was no hesitation in his voice, “Please, if you’re ever feeling like this, tell me. I want to be there for you. Promise me you won’t try and hide it from me ever again.”

“I promise.”

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everyone-has-their-story · 1 year

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why are ppl so upset with rudy? i didnt think he said anything bad???? or is my english just not that good? (if i were him i would just never do anything again bc like you said he cant win...)

*sigh* Honestly people are always upset with Rudy, as sad as that is to say...the man literally cannot win. I also don't think he said anything bad in the interview, but that's just my opinion. For the question about throwing it away and focusing on the writers...I took it as he was referring more to the fact that between seasons and as they are filming there is less prep time because of the schedule (he mentioned this at the beginning of his answer) so he doesn't have time to think about it as much as he did in s1 so he just trusting the writers and what they have planned. Apparently people took that as he doesn't improvise or care about JJ anymore which I don't agree with at all tbh. I find it hard to say what he did and didn't improvise in s3 considering no one has ever even seen the freaking scripts!!..but that's just my opinion. And honestly in s3, JJ had a lot more character development and more dramatic scenes and he was shown feeling a lot more intense emotions so there is less chance of him having a lot of funny improvised scenes...he wasn't just the comedic relief (which is also why I think people thought he was soooo out of character this season 🙄 but that's a conversation for a different time lol)

#I feel like this was a longer answer than you wanted lol #and of course people are upset about the one opening to a jiara question that instead he chose to answer it solely about JJ #but i didn't even care about that tbh #they were talking about JJ and JJ's arc so I feel like it didn't need to be addressed but whatever #rudy pankow #deserves way better than what he gets #obx #jj maybank is still the best character in obx. thank you and good night #also...this is 100% rudy's last season regardless of if there is a s5...can't say I blame him lol

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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Bruises | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You meet JJ’s dad for the first time and say something to him about how badly he treats JJ.

A/N: I’m making the reader a badass in this one and she don’t take shit from anyone, especially JJ’s dad. i hope you like it! xx

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You’d called JJ’s phone a dozen times but no answer and you began to get worried. He was supposed to meet you and the other pogues at the chateau to go fishing, but it was long passed that time and you’d all grown worried, well you more than the other pogues.

“Maybe I should go to his house and check on him?” You ask, looking at the other pogues.

They shared weary glances, an idea of why he hadn’t shown up. It hadn’t been the first time this happened with JJ. He’d finally shown a couple days later with bruises and told them what caused the bruises.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” John B says, “He’ll probably be by here in a couple days.”

“But I’m worried about him. Are you guys not?” You frowned. You hadn’t known about his dad; he’d made sure of that.

“It’s a reoccurance with JJ. He’s fine.” Pope says.

You sigh and try to call him again, but it’s goes straight to voicemail. “I’m just going to go check on him.” You get up from your place on the boat and exit off the side onto the dock.

It hadn’t been their story to tell and they weren’t going to tell you the truth so they let you go.

When you arrived at the house, music was blaring and you spotted his bike nearby. “Okay so he’s home.” You mutter and carefully make your way up the broken stairs, knocking on the door. You’re surprised anyone could hear the knocking over the music, but it quieted down and JJ’s dad opened the door, “What the hell do you-”

“I-I um.. I’m looking for JJ. Is he here?”

His dad narrowed his eyes at you, “Who the hell are you?”

“His girlfriend, y/n. So, is he here?”

“Little JJ has a girlfriend.” He laughs, “Well, I’ll be damned. How he pulled a beautiful girl like you with an ugly face like his, I’ll never know.” He stepped aside, “He’s back in his room.”

“It was his heart that I fell for. Not his face.” You mutter as you walk passed him and down the hall. Knocking softly you call out to him, “JJ?”

No answer.

“JJ, it’s me.”

When he opens the door, you gasp at the sight. His face is bruised and his lip is busted, “What the hell happened!”

“What the hell are you doing here.” He grabs your arm and yanks you into the room, closing the door.

“You weren’t answering your phone. I was worried sick. Now, what the hell happened to your face? did the kooks do this?”

“I told you to never come here.” He runs his hands through his hair, “You should leave. Now.” He starts to pull you back toward the door but you rip your arm from his grasp.

“No. not until you tell me who did that to you!”

“He did it alright?” He points toward the door, “There. Now can you please go?”

“Oh JJ.” You whisper, “Your dad did this?”

“Yes. Now please just go.” He begs. His dad was unpredictable and the last thing he wanted was for you to be here if his mood changed.

“I’m gonna have a little talk with him.” You mutter, pushing passed JJ.

“You’re gonna what?!” He quickly followed you, “Are you fucking crazy!”

Too late, you’d already made it toward the living room where JJ’s dad was sitting at a table working on some part. “You think it’s cool to hit your son?” You slapped the shit out of the back of his head, “What?! Your balls aren’t big enough so you decide to show how much of a ‘man’ you are by beating your son?!”

“Oh my god.” JJ’s eyes are wide, his hands on his head in disbelief, “Are you fucking mental?!”

“The fuck you talking to girl?” JJ’s dad stands, “You crazy bitch.”

“What you gonna do? Hit me?” You taunted.

JJ’s dad lunges for you but you dodge with ease, throwing a punch to his cheek, “you’re a fucking piece of shit!”

“Fucking hell y/n!” He can’t believe his eyes, who the hell were you? This was not you at all.

You shoved JJ’s dad as hard as you could and he stumbled back, “You’re gonna pay for that.”

He lunges again but JJ steps in, pushing him away from you, “Don’t touch her!”

“Come at me you stupid fucker!” You lunge at his dad, JJ catching you in his arms and holding you back, “He’s your son. The only thing you have from what i’ve heard and this is the way you treat him?! I guess your wife figured out how much of a pussy you were and left you. Think you’re such a tough guy for picking on people smaller than you? You’re a fucking pussy is what you are.”

JJ’s dad is in shock and he really isn’t quite sure what to do. He doesn’t retaliate this time and you figure he’s thinking about what you said to him.

JJ practically drags you out of the house kicking, “Enough!”

“You can’t take that shit from him JJ. You gotta fight back or he’s going to trample all over you over and over again. You deserve better than how that prick treats you.” Your heaving with anger.

“Who the hell are you.” He breaths out as he stares at you.

“What?” You ask, looking up at him.

“You just beat the shit out of my dad, a man twice your size without blinking an eye. You won’t even harm a fucking fly.” He cups your face, “Who the hell are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”

JJ took you back to the chateau and he couldn’t help but brag to the pogues about what you’d done. It was true, he was scared of fighting back. He didn’t want to lose another parent, no matter if the man was a dick. He was practically all he had left and this was better than the alternative of going into foster care or living on the streets. But it was true, he didn’t deserve the treatment and his dad needed to know that. JJ needed to stand up for himself.

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baby-bearie · 4 years

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no regrets

a lot of almost john b x reader, but ends with jj x reader

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a/n: this will be the first of three imagines i’m going to post tonight so i’m sorry about the tags all my mutuals are going to get lol. i know i’m annoying but i had these fully written and edited. two of them will be shorter then normal, but the third will be mildly long.

You never actually met John B. He was just always there.

His dad had been your mom’s best friend. John B’s mom had him around the same time your mom had you, so you practically grew up together. You did everything together, and basically the whole Cut had been convinced for your whole childhood that eventually, the two of you would get married one day.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said that sometimes, late at night, lying awake in your bed you didn’t think maybe it could work out. Maybe you could be happy with John B.

He was sweet. And pretty cute for a boy your age. And he knew you better than your whole family combined.

But you didn’t love him. You didn’t even like him like that. And you knew that you never would.

Because since you learned what love was, you’ve only loved one boy.

You actually remember when you met JJ. It was in John B’s house, where you went every single day after school. It was the 3rd grade, and you had missed the bus waiting for John B. When you finally went to his house to chew him out, you found JJ too.

One lopsided smile and you were a goner.

The three of you became a force to be reckoned with. You made a pact with them. No regrets.

Right now, you were regretting letting your friends into your house.

They knocked again on your bedroom door.

“Why are you locking your door? What do you need to be doing in there that this door is locked?” JJ yelled, making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t know, how about changing?” You hollered back at him.

“She’s lying, there’s probably a guy in there,” John B laughed, before adding, “or are there like 5?”

“Remind me to beat you up later.” “As if Y/n would ever be with anybody other than her future prince, Prince John B.”

JJ’s high pitched introduction of Prince John B doesn’t make you laugh, but it gets one from John.

You skip a beat for a second, always disappointed that JJ still thinks you’d ever like John B like that.

“Hey, what’s taking you guys forever?” You hear Kiara’s voice from behind the door.

“Ms. Routledge is taking forever. Ask her.”

Kiara rolls her eyes but knocks on the door. “Y/n, it’s already nearly 12. John B can barely drive as it is, how much better do you think he’ll be in the dark?”

You open the door to the cheers of your friends, who shove you past the snack bags you wanted to bring and out the door.

The plan tonight is to head out to the Boneyard. No party or anything, just the five of you chilling out there.

Kiara is completely right.

John B sucks at driving, and he’s even worse when it’s dark out.

You make it there in one piece, and you pull out a folding lawn chair for yourself. You came prepared.

You still weren’t prepared for John B to crash into it the moment you set it down.

“Dude, outta my chair,” you groan. “Come on, we’ll split it,” he bargains, and you agree, crashing into the tiny space he’s allotted to you, and throwing your legs over the side of the chair.

You completely miss the way JJ flinches.

Pope suggests a game of truth or dare, and the rest of you agree.

Questions are passed around, and eventually it’s your 5th or 6th turn.

Pope rubs his hands together. “Alright, Y/n, if you were being forced to date a pogue, who would it be?”

Kiara and John B boo at Pope’s question, saying it’s already obvious. JJ is silent, his eyes are locked on your face. He’s waiting for you to say something.

Your mouth opens without thinking, and you realize that the name about to come out of your mouth is JJ’s. You backtrack for a second, and later than you should’ve, reply with, “John B, of course. Who else?”

JJ nods, and he suddenly seems to find the sand in front of him very interesting.

It’s early morning now, and Kiara, JJ and Pope are laying on the shoreline. You and John B have remained in your singular seat.

He pokes your side.

“So, when were you going to tell me?”

You snap your gaze away from JJ and up at your friend. “Tell you what?”

“Tell me you’d date me.” He smiles.

“Figured you’d already know, apparently everybody but us does.”

“So, you for sure love me? You know, like that?”

You hesitate, but tell him yes. You don’t know why. You tell yourself this is who you’re meant to be, but you just lied to John B to end up here.

“Well, I love you , like that. Maybe we should be dating.”

Your eyes are wide now. You didn’t expect this response. Not at all. You’d thought maybe he’d take it slow.

“And you can come live with me permanently, and we can do all the dating things- “Okay, fine, I don’t.”

“Don’t?” John B’s smile is peaceful and that’s how you know he’s toying with you.

“I don’t love you. Not like that.”

“There she is. What did you think you were doing, trying to lie to me like that. As if I don’t know the way you rub your nose when you lie.” You gasp. “ I do not!”

“You just did!” You both laugh, but when it dies down, John B has become solemn again.

“I know you really well, Y/n. And I know something’s been off about you and I recently. Is something up?”

“Well, there’s this guy- “Who?”

“What?” “Well, if you’re leaving me for some guy I want to know who it is.” He laughs at your confused expression.

“I can’t really tell you.” “Y/n, that’s basically code for ‘you know him’. Who is it?”

For the slightest second, the thinnest sliver of time, your eyes dart over to JJ.

“No fucking way.” John B’s voice is coated in disbelief. “JJ?”

You groan, covering your face with your palms. “Fuck you and your weird ability to read me.”

“JJ? Our JJ? Since when?” John’s voice is a mixture of surprise and sadness.

“Since like 9 years ago.” You don’t take your face from your hands. You don’t want to see the look on John B’s face.

“Well, shit. Does he know?”

“No,” you watch JJ laugh at something Kiara said. He catches your eye and salutes you, then makes a heart sign at the two of you. “And you can’t tell him!” You look at John now, grabbing his shoulder for emphasis.

“My lips are sealed, Ms. Maybank.” “Shut up.”

You both sit in silence, taking in the fact that John B finally knows, and he doesn’t hate you for it.

“John B?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you mean what you said?” A realization dawns upon you suddenly. “Do you love me?”

John B nods, smiling softly. His eyes are sad and your mouth parts. You didn’t know you’d hurt him like this.

“I do love you. I have. But, I think a good chunk of me always knew you weren’t mine to love.”

You rest your head on his chest now. You feel like you’re going to cry.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You deserve someone who will love you. I’m sorry I can’t give you that.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. No regrets, right? You deserve someone you love, too. You’re welcome for this, by the way.” John B stands up, forcing you up too. Before you can comprehend what he just said, he calls out to the others.

“Kiara, Pope, let me give you a ride home. You, stay here and I’ll be back in like 15 minutes for you. You have some talking to do.” John B winks at you before following Kiara and Pope towards the van.

You turn to look at JJ who looks rather confused. “What was that all about?”

“Uh, J, I need to talk to you.”

JJ’s face twists into one of concern.

“J, I, shit, I love you.” You blurt out. No regrets.

“What?” JJ’s voice comes out high and squeaky. His eyebrows are high, his eyes are wide and he looks like someone just told him mermaids were real.

“I love you,” you repeat, quieter this time. You hear no response from JJ, and when you look at him, you’re instead met by a kiss.

He rushes into it, cupping your face in both hands. You pull away, studying his face.

Is this real? His eyes stare right back into yours. This is real.

You kiss him again, and it feels so freeing, better than you ever imagined it would be.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.” He breathes out.

“No regrets?” You smile.

“No regrets.”

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can i pls request more rudy little sister pls... i just feel like he would be the best big brother especially to a sister. maybe like him helping her through depression/anxiety or advice about relationships thank u

thank you for the request! and i will def be doing the relationship advice one as well! x

He had her to thank for the authenticity of his performance. He had gone to her about the softest of subjects and listened as she debriefed the illnesses that corrupted her common sense from time to time. A topic she was usually close minded towards.

Stepping into the role of JJ Maybank was what he had worked for as an actor, however it left him with a heavy responsibility to authentically bring to life the struggle of an abuse victim. She had never been caught up in the web of mistreatment, however her mind was tinted with the degrading self reflections of an anxiety disorder. She walked him through the breakdowns that hit at random times, the depressive lows that struck for weeks at a time, and the hyperactive highs that caused concern. She told her about her triggers, how sometimes it was an unexpected touch, or a conversational topic; explained to him the delicacy of coping with unfortunate events. She poured herself out to him, and he had never been more appreciative of her. It hadn’t just given him a better understanding of JJ’s tendencies, but for the first time, he was truly seeing who his little sister was as her own person. She was incredibly strong minded and determined, something he never doubted but didn’t know the true extent of.

As kids they did everything together, thick as thieves despite the nearly five year age difference. When she started breaking away from the bulk of her family, riddled with insecurities and insufferable mental anguish, he took it harder then she had when they finally had the diagnosees. Depression and anxiety had stripped him of a lively sister willing to leave the confines of their alaskan ranch in the dead of midnight to build snowmen, but he had found her again after nearly two years of her own self discovery and realignment.

She had been in Charleston for a few weeks now, studying beneath her brother's boss who had been kind enough to extend her an internship opportunity upon hearing of her interest in film creation. She had been reluctant to take the job, knowing how hard Rudy had worked to score the role, she never wanted to undermine his efforts and so easily feed off of what he had made for himself. It had taken almost three weeks for Rudy and Jonas to convince her to fly down to South Carolina after her last day of school, and spend the summer months of her educational holiday wrapped up in script composure and production.

It had been a feel good job for the most part, but as she woke in the apartment meant to be solely her brothers and Chase’s, her heart felt heavy in her chest with impossible guilt she thought she squandered months prior. It wasn’t the first time she had woken with an impossible weight on her chest, but it was the first time since leaving Alaska that she felt guilt for working off of what Rudy had made. She recited to herself as often as she could that feeling bad was ridiculous, she wasn’t getting paid, and her name wasn’t being included in the ending cards, it was all educational, however the more she told herself that the more she felt insignificant. She felt small in the social setting, a longing for Alaska taking her captive.

Had her blonde hair not brushed against Chases shoulder on her way to the door, neither male would have noticed her presence. She was silent on her journey to her vans, character clad feet slipping on the hardwood until she found a snug home in her white slip ons.

“Josie,” Her brother called for her just before she could slip through the front door without so much of a goodbye to either male, “Why don’t you come with us today?” Chase suggested before Rudy could propose the same argument.

In the two months since her arrival, Chase had come to be a fourth brother to the soft spoken, strong-willed, determined Alaskan girl who every so often gave into the nightmares living within her mind. He hated seeing her so withdrawn from the social settings he and Rudy created. He had known her for only a few months, but she had been transparent about the telltale signs of her struggle. Rudy sighed when he watched her brow crinkle in rejection, before she forced a smile at the two of them and was on her way to Lilah’s, the same as it was every morning. Only this time, she left her happiness lingering somewhere in the guest bedroom.

Chase and Rudy shared a look, the men knowing the great difficulties of understanding little sisters -- especially little sisters who thought they didn’t deserve help when they were drowning.

She was laughing with Madison and Lilah when Madelyn and JD came into the trailer, wide grins on their sweaty overworked faces. The day had just paused for lunch, and upon seeing the hazy film in her eyes, Jonas had insisted that she join the cast for their lunch break. Usually that didn’t happen, as she was either at another location working in the office space, or she was shadowing a few of the directors and producers while everyone else ate in the tents adjacent to the Tanneyhill set.

JD attacked the blonde girl in a tight squeeze, having missed her cold and cuddly embraces. The girls hands and feet were always cold as a mid-winter alaskan icicle, a refresher after spending many hours beneath the unrelenting Charleston sunlight. They were all crammed into a single trailer, hot, sweaty bodies pressed together trying to enjoy the light circulation of the air conditioning.

“What’a’do girl?” Drew exclaimed, hand outstretched ready to clap against hers. Their fingers curled against each other in a classic brotherly embrace, and she cringed away from the clammy skin of his palms against her knuckles.

“That’s absolutely disgusting.” She cringed, shrieking in laughter when Drew advanced and rubbed his sweaty hands down her bare thighs, sending her shaking body into JD’s lap. The boy that had previously been fondling her icy hands in content, groaned at the sudden presence of her weight against softer parts of his body. “Sorry, Jed.”

“You’re not with the production team today?” Lilah asked, leaning over and snagging the iced tea that had been in Madelyn’s hands. The two blondes shared playful looks of annoyance before listening to her shrug her shoulders, “I got told that I could take lunch.”

She watched Lilah frown, having known the way her father worked and understanding that he usually never gave his interns time to breathe. He liked feeding them all the opportunities and information he could whilst simultaneously running around like a chicken with his head cut off.

“So did Elaine.” Austin hummed, having been beside the brunette intern when she was gifted with the rare break of lunch. A weight was lifted off of her shoulders, the paranoia that Jonas was fed up with her hazy mindset slipping away into a dark corner.

She smiled at the beautiful people around her, somehow displaced from the utopia of opportunities sitting right beneath her fingertips.

As she laid in bed that night, head cloudy with the madness of what her life had become, the bedroom door opened allowing a passage of light to coat the midnight walls gold. She shifted from her curled up position, eyeing the blonde figure as they moved through the night and surrendered to the shadow of the moon.

“Hey.” He whispered as he slung himself against the length of the bed, nuzzling beneath the covers and turning so her was face to face with her. In the darkness he couldn’t see the tracks of moisture against her cheeks, but he knew her well enough to recognize the tremble of her shoulders.

“Hey.” She mumbled back, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand, annoyed with the tickle of a tear beneath her eyelashes. “Sorry.”

Rudy frowned, searching for her hand in the dead of the darkness and bringing warmth to her anxiously cold digits. She always ran colder when she was anxious, and he couldn’t help but brush his hand along her arm on certain days when she was giving off a mix of warning signs and hormones. “What are you sorry for?”

“Feeling like this.” She sniffled, “I know you told me you didn’t do jack shit, but I just feel like you worked for this. This is your dream. I feel like I'm piggybacking and that’s the last thing I want.”

Rudy frowned, wishing he could somehow just prove to her that this wasn’t just some charity work being thrown out to younger siblings in need of a little motivation. Jonas had seen her previous projects and aspiring indie films. He had asked Rudy about your willingness to join him for an internship, but of course Rudy had never told her that while performing a background check on him, Josh and Jonas had stumbled upon her. It just never seemed relevant in the grand scheme of things. But, he told her that now, and though it didn’t lift the heavy guilt or ease her mind, she took it into consideration so that hopefully, sometime soon, she would be confident enough to realize she wasn’t just some charity case related to Rudy Pankow.

— 𝐛𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

#rudy’s younger sister #rudy pankow fluff #rudy pankow sister #rudy pankow #madelyn cline #madison bailey #chase stokes #austin north #drew starkey #outer banks cast #outer banks #outer banks blurb #rudy pankow blurb #rudy pankow imagine #jj maybank

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Lucky - JJ Maybank

Request: 15. “I don’t deserve you.” - “You deserve everything.” with JJ pls <3

A/N: I wrote a blurb similar to this a while ago and always wanted to expand on it/rewrite it with more detail so I did lol.

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JJ sat in the holding cell, waiting for Shoupe to reappear and tell him that his dad was here to pick him up. He didn’t regret what he had done for Pope, if he had to he would do it all over again. But he also realized, the longer he sat here, that any hell he could endure actually being locked up was ten times better than inevitably facing his dad.

He could still remember the look on your face when Shoupe had pulled up and he’d taken the fall for sinking Topper’s boat. There was a list a mile long that Shoupe wanted to pin on him and knowing he could add that to it had him smiling like a kid in a candy shop. You looked devastated though, freaked out maybe, you’d gone back inside of Heyward’s before Shoupe had even finished putting JJ in the car.

“She’s just upset.” Kiara had said, doing her best to sound supportive. It was no use though, watching you rush back into the store had practically broken his heart.

If you’d thought it through you would’ve stayed until the car pulled out of the parking lot. But the only thing running through your mind at that moment was that you could not, would not, let JJ’s dad be the one to pick him up from the jail cell.

JJ kept his relationship with his dad under wraps for the most part but you’d found out how bad it was just two weeks prior and there was no doubt in your mind that you could not let him go home with his dad. You didn’t take the time to think about anything other than running inside to grab your phone from behind the register where you’d left it when Shoupe came in. It was a long shot, maybe, but you had to try.

“Must be your lucky day Maybank,” Shoupe called, walking into the holding pen and coming up to JJ’s cell, “your lawyer is here to bail you out.”

“My what?” JJ asked, too shocked to be smug.

“Lawyer.” Shoupe repeated, opening the door and letting JJ walk out.

At the desk, signing the paperwork for JJ’s release, was a well dressed man that definitely looked like he lived on the Eight. Not JJ’s dad by a long shot, not even someone he knew, though there was something familiar in the face. When the door opened to let JJ out onto the other side of the precinct the man turned toward him fully, introducing himself. Only when he heard the last name did it click in his mind.

“Not exactly how I imagined meeting my daughter’s boyfriend but I guess a trumped up vandalism charge is better than some other things.” He said, glancing at Shoupe purposefully.

You had been dating JJ for a solid four weeks, enough time to know that you were pretty sold on the pogue but not enough time to sell anyone else in your family. He hadn’t met your parents yet and he was putting it off because of obvious reasons, the most notable being that you were a kook and he wasn’t.

There was no way, according to JJ, that your dad would ever approve of you dating him. If there was a hierarchy in the Eight then there was one on the Cut too and JJ sat right at the bottom, lowest of the low.

“Just like, one dinner,” you had practically begged when you asked JJ to come over for dinner the week before. “my parents really wanna meet you.”

“Tell them they can wave to me when I pull in the driveway.” He joked, twisting away from you when you tried to shove him.

“I’m serious, this is important.”

“I’m serious too,” JJ replied, “they aren’t gonna like me. And they definitely aren’t gonna let you date me after they meet me.”

“You don’t know that.”

Clearly, you had been right. JJ didn’t know that at all because here he was with your dad, Shoupe finishing the last of the paperwork, explaining the charges and the cost of the fine and then releasing him into your dad’s custody. For once in his life JJ wasn’t entirely sure what to say. Thank you seemed like too little. He doubted that your dad truly knew what this meant, it wasn’t just getting him off of a charge, it was making sure he didn’t have to go home at the end of the day.

When they got out of the precinct you were right there, waiting by the car. You practically tackled JJ to the ground in your excitement, throwing your arms around his neck and hanging onto him for dear life. “I was freaking out.” You explained, lips brushing against his neck as you spoke. He kept his arms around your waist, holding you up.

Your dad cleared his throat, standing at the driver’s side of his door and waiting for the two of you to direct your attention toward him. When you pulled away from JJ to face your dad, he stared speaking, “there’s still some things to go over with the charges...like whether there is merit to them. I can reach out to Dr. Thornton when I get home. I expect you at our house for dinner...think it might be a good idea that we were properly introduced, since I just bailed you out of jail.” He said.

“Right, thank you too, for that.” JJ replied, a little stiff. Aside from Heyward, there weren’t too many adults that he was comfortable around.

“We’ll be back for dinner, promise.” You were already grabbing JJ’s hand, leading him away from the precinct and your dad, heading toward the Wreck. You had texted Kiara that your dad was springing JJ and asked where exactly she was planning a meet-up.

Not ten minutes ago JJ had been sitting in a cell considering all the things that would happen once his dad got there. That familiar disappointment settling in his stomach. He’d done a good thing for his friend, he couldn’t deny that, but his dad would never have seen it that way. In his mind it would’ve just been his only son, screwing up once again, proving him right that JJ was nothing but a loser. He had imagined the whole scenario, multiple times. Would he hit him in the car? Would he wait to get home? It was all a little more than he could handle thinking about.

“JJ,” you had stopped at the corner of the street for a traffic light only to realize your boyfriend looked almost catatonic as he followed you. “JJ?” You repeated yourself, pressing a hand against the side of his face and he visibly flinched before withdrawing.

“Sorry.” He muttered.

“Are you okay?” You asked, “sorry I put you on the spot like that with my dad...I just didn’t want anything worse to happen.”

“It’s okay,” He promised. “I just freaked a little when I saw you run inside, I figured you realized this wasn’t what you signed up for.”

A kook dating a pogue wasn’t unheard of but JJ was a little off. Everyone said so. He was okay for a night, for a hookup, but he was a little too intense to go out with for longer than that. He was sure that firing the gun at the boneyard was going to be your limit but you kept showing up, kept wanting to hang out.

You shook your head, “I...signed up...for you. For whatever being with you was and I wouldn’t change my mind. I don’t wanna see you sitting in jail, I don’t wanna see Pope sitting in jail either, but I definitely don’t have any regrets or wish we weren’t dating or something.”

“When you went back in Heyward’s I thought it was over.” He admitted, remembering the feeling, like a weight settling itself on his chest and cracking it open.

“I just went in for my phone. I wanted my dad to get down there before Shoupe could call your dad. I was freaked that he’d do something.”

“I can handle him.” He lied.

“JJ.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He sighed.

You frowned, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him. Just hearing him say something so self-deprecating made you ache. “You deserve everything.”

JJ kissed the side of your head, closing his eyes, “...not how I wanted my first meeting with your dad to go though, I’m sure he already thinks I’m a loser.” JJ replied.

“He doesn’t. I swear. If he had any doubts he wouldn’t have been there. Besides...Topper’s a dick and he totally deserves whatever alleged thing happened.” You said, trying not to laugh.

“Hey you think your dad can get the video?” JJ asked, “Shoupe said there was video surveillance and I’m dying to see it.”

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