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can't kill a pogue | jj maybank

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SUMMARY: turns out being stranded on an island with jj maybank isn't the worst thing in the world...

PAIRINGS: jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

WORD COUNT: 6.8k

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, mini enemies to lovers?

A/N: just a cute little imagine i wrote while thinking of poguelandia and the privilege of being stranded on an island with none other than blondie himself. DISCLAIMER; i do not know the first thing about boats, i just googled some terms and used them. ignore the inaccuracy! :) <3

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“JJ, no! Stop!” You belt out, voice breaking in a strained cry as you try and make your way over to the front of the boat, falling in the process as the harsh waves crash against all sides.

The blond boy ahead of you doesn’t falter his pace once, continuing to try and steer the boat against the unruly water. He turns his head over his shoulder, looking at you with murderous determination. “I’m gonna fucking find them!” He shouts over the loud storm.

“We--” You fall to your knees as a wave slaps the side of the boat, knocking you off your balance once again. “We were supposed to wait for Pope and Kiara! Why did you go so far out?! Turn around!”

“No!” He screams, and you can’t tell if the wetness on his face is from his tears or the rain.

You manage to crawl along the bottom, gripping onto the ripped leather seats as you finally reach him. You reach for the wheel and spin it harshly in the opposite direction, but he is much stronger than you, and doesn’t let your attempt go far. He effortlessly grabs both your arms and pushes you behind him as he rebuttals your action. Now forcefully facing the other way, a small white figure in the distance through the stinging wind and rain catches your attention.

“I still see them! Their boat— I see Kiara and Pope! JJ, please, turn around, we can still make it!” You squint towards the boat and can just barely make out Kiara and Pope’s shapes, waving their arms frantically. You can’t hear them, but you can see them shouting, trying to tell you both to come back.

“JJ--” You attempt again, grabbing his shoulder and trying to pull him towards you.

“Y/N, fuck off! I’m not turning this boat around!” He spits at you, “This is the farthest we’ve got, Sarah and John B are close. I know they are.”

“We won’t find them like this!” You dig your nails into his flesh, but he doesn’t move. The boat rocks almost completely over before smashing back down, causing you both to fall and smack your heads against the hard floor surface. You groan and press your hand to your scalp, seeing red drip from your fingers when you pull back. JJ holds the back of his neck and stretches, a painful expression tainting his previous stone cold features. His eyes slightly soften as he meets yours, blood spilling down through your eyelashes.

You two were never close, you only joined the group after you caught Sarah sneaking off at the Midsummer’s party to see John B. You never had any negative feelings towards the pogues, though you knew they definitely had some for you for not only being a kook, but also Sarah Cameron’s cousin. Over time they warmed up to you. Kiara became your closest friend, and Pope and John B were very friendly.

JJ was always a bit distant, probably still upset that yet another kook was infiltrating their group. You were also a year younger, and he definitely treated you like such. Your relationship with JJ was rocky, yet you finally felt like you belonged somewhere when you were with the pogues.

Even though you and JJ rarely actually talked, you were in danger on this boat together. So regardless of all the previous tension between you two, you grab his hand and plead once more, “Turn around. We’re going to end up like them.”

He stares at you and swallows before nodding once. A relieved sob escapes from your throat as you watch him stand up and quickly make his way to the steering wheel. But the second his callused hands grip the wheel, you see a large wave rise behind you.

“JJ… JJ--” You begin to panic, frantically reaching for him. “JJ!”

He turns around, eyes locking onto the huge body of water -- double the size of your boat -- rolling straight toward you both.

“Fuck-- Y/N, hold on! Hold on--” He shouts, leaning his head low and away from the sharp water droplets cutting at his skin. He extends his arm out towards you, and you try and reach for it so you can both duck under the transmission.

As you finally catch his hand in yours, the dark wave pours over the boat, engulfing the two of you in it’s cold chambers. Both submerged completely in water, you feel his hand squeeze yours tightly, fighting the sea’s force mercilessly attempting to tear you apart.

Salt fills your lungs as your vision clouds to black underneath the ominous water, and suddenly you can’t feel anything at all.

~ ~ ~

“Y/N!”

A frantic voice rings in your ears as you begin the process of drifting back to full consciousness. Everything hurts, though you can’t seem to find an origin point for the pain. It’s just pulsating through your entire body, running along each nerve and pounding against every muscle, cascading to an overwhelming nausea that rests menacingly in your core.

You come more into your surroundings after a few moments, although you can’t quite make out the details. Besides the ache coursing through you, the only other things you noticed were the hot sun beaming on your face, grainy sand sticking to your damp hair all the way down to your feet, and the distant murmur of ocean waves.

Then you feel it; a strong weight pressing down on your ribs and digging you deeper into the soft surface beneath your raw skin. Two hands, one solid push.

And suddenly your eyes shoot open, the bright sun smoldering your vision and preventing you from seeing anything but the white flashes beneath your eyelids. Your throat feels like its walls are being forcefully pried open, and before you can take a breath, salty liquid involuntarily shoots up like a jet, pouring out of your chapped lips and causing you to choke as it pools in your mouth.

You get flipped onto your side, allowing the excess water to flush out of your system, dripping down your chin and leaving the burning sensation of sea salt to linger on your tongue.

“Finally,” The voice that called out your name breathlessly sighs in relief, “Thank God.”

Squinting, you weakly sit up and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Your vision sets into focus and you realize it’s not even bright at all. Everything appears to be dull, the gray clouds providing shelter from the sun you previously believed to be so prominent.

“Are you okay?”

Your head turns towards the voice. The second your eyes meet JJ’s, the most recent traumatic events replay in your mind.

“JJ… What— What the hell happened?” You sit up more straight and begin to look around. “Where’s the boat… Where are we?”

JJ lets out a puff of air and rests his hands on his crouched knees, “I woke up here on the sand. You were still knocked out in the water, by the rocks over there.” He nudges his head to the left and you look behind him to see a relatively still ocean, scattered with rocks and seaweed, and in the midst of it all, your boat. He continues, “I dragged you here and started doing CPR. It was taking so damn long, I thought you were— I mean… You were lying face down in the water for God-knows-how-long, plus your head...”

Your fingers instinctively make their way to your forehead where you recall the injury being, but all you feel is a small cut and dried blood. At least you don’t have to worry about brain damage or bleeding out.

“Thank you,” You nod at him, “For… You know, not letting me die.”

He purses his lips together and shoots you an unreadable expression, but quickly gets up on his feet and squeezes the ends of his t-shirt to drain out the water. “Yeah, well, couldn’t let Sarah come back to no cousin, right?”

You softly smile up at him, “True. That, and you would miss me. Just a bit.” You wink.

He scoffs, but reaches his hand down to you. You grab it, allowing him to help pull you up. You wobble a little in your step and have to close your eyes for a second to steady yourself and take a breath, but otherwise remain in one piece apart from the fact that you felt like you had the wind knocked out of you on a loop for the past few hours. How JJ still managed to have an exceptional amount of strength left was beyond you.

“You good?” He asks, and you let him know that you are. “Come on, let’s get the hell out of here.”

You two start making your way over to where the boat was lazily bobbing in the water. “Wherever ‘here’ is,” You mutter, not recognizing any part of this mysterious location you were walking on.

“An island of some sort,” JJ says ahead of you.

“Yeah, no shit. But which one? Definitely doesn’t look like the Outer Banks.”

“I don’t know which one, and honestly I don’t care. I just wanna get back.”

“But how are we going to know where to go? I mean, like, I don’t see anything out there except...” You gaze out into the distance, “Water.”

“We’ll figure it out,” He grunts as he hops into the boat, “For now let’s just get your boat back and running.”

You climb on after him and awkwardly stand there, unsure what to do as he begins fumbling with the transmission.

“Where do you keep the spare key?” JJ asks and turns towards you.

“Uh…” You trail off.

He raises his eyebrows at you, expecting an answer. When you don’t say anything else, he narrows his eyes, “Don’t tell me you don’t know where you left the spare key.”

“I didn’t even know boats had spare keys,” You reply.

He stares at you as if you just told a joke. “You’re kidding me, right? This is your boat, how do you not know where you keep your shit?”

“I mean, I… I’m sure it’s somewhere—”

“Jesus Christ,” He cuts you off and turns back to the wheel, “I’ll look in the glove box, just go check out the engine and make sure we won’t have any problems there.”

You feel your heart start to quicken its pace as you slowly make your way to the back of the boat. You may be Sarah Cameron’s cousin, and may have spent a lot of time boating with the kooks and the pogues, but you sure as hell don’t know how they work. You’ve lived on the mainland for most of your life, only moving to the OBX last year or so. How the hell were you supposed to know?

You lean your head over the back of the boat and look at the engine. Everything seems to be in place, but considering the fact you don’t exactly know what ‘in place’ consists of, you doubt JJ will take your word for it.

“I think you should just look,” You suggest to him over your shoulder.

He’s suddenly next to you. “What are you doing?”

“Checking the engine?” You say, the insecurity regarding your lack of boating knowledge evident in your tone.

He deadpans you. “You need to check the actual system.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not sure how to exactly do that.”

JJ looks at you with a dumbfounded expression, “How do you own a boat and not know anything about it?”

You throw your arms up in defence and mimic your previous thoughts, “I’ve only lived in the OBX for about a year, basically one summer. How am I supposed to know? I’ve never even driven it myself more than twice.”

“Yeah, of course not. Mommy and Daddy just paid thousands for a brand-spanking new Hydra-Sport to give to their daughter who knows absolutely nothing about it.”

You furrow your brows, “It’s not like I asked for it—”

He lets out a dry laugh as he begins to lift the top of the system deck, “Oh, right. My bad. Why on Earth would a rich chick care about actually using a top-of-the-line boat, when she can just sit there and look pretty with all her other kook friends?”

Your cheeks spot pink and you cross your arms, “Well since you apparently know so much about everything pertaining to boats, you should have no problem assessing the engine.”

“Just go find the damn spare key, Y/N.” He shakes his head at you.

You roll your eyes but do as he says. You reach your hand into the open glove compartment and shuffle through the rest of the storage until you come into contact with a small silver piece of metal. You pull it out and see a key in your hand.

You begin to turn back towards JJ, “Found it.”

He doesn’t answer you, and instead looks deep in thought as his hands are moving around all the wires and engine parts you can’t recognize.

“JJ?”

“The fuel lines are completely pinched.” He says, a cold expression hardening his features.

“What does that mean?” You naively inquire.

You jump at his outburst. “It means we can’t fucking start the boat, Y/N!”

“What? Are you serious?” You begin to panic, “That can’t be right. Look again.”

He stands up rather quickly, “Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like to check it out for yourself?” Sarcasm drips from his voice, as you both know damn well you can’t contribute.

He snatches the key from your hand and forcefully inserts it in the ignition. He turns it over and over. A pathetic sputtering can be slightly heard, but other than that, nothing.

“Fuck!” JJ shouts, pounding his fist against the wheel. “The battery’s fried.”

You feel light headed as the reality of your situation finally sets in. With the boat not working, you two have ultimately no way off this godforsaken piece of land.

“What— What do we do?” You sputter. “We can’t… We can’t leave without a boat, I mean, who knows how far we are from home?!”

JJ leans his head against the wheel, slumped over and breathing heavily. He’s mumbling ‘I don’t know’ under his breath, his knuckles lacking colour from gripping the wheel so tight.

“JJ! Hello?! What the hell are we gonna do—?!”

“Jesus— Y/N, I don’t fucking know!” He shouts, standing up and grabbing your shoulders, “I don’t know!”

Tears brim your eyes. You feel like you can’t breathe. “This is your fault!” You spit, shoving your finger into his chest. “I told you to turn around! I fucking told you, and you didn’t listen!”

He lets go of you, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He doesn’t get another word out before you continue to yell at him, fully sobbing now. “You know, I might not know the first thing about how the stupid engine of a boat functions, but at least I have the common fucking sense to not drive straight into a goddamn storm!”

“I was just trying to find our friends!”

“Yeah, and look at what you did instead!” You cry.

He closes his mouth, face red with either anger, realization, annoyance, shame, or all of the above. You don’t know. All you can gather is that he understands the situation you’re both stuck in.

“You lost us, too.”

That seems to get him, as he appears to be at a loss for words. His shoulders slump in defeat, though his jaw remains clenched with fists frozen by his side.

He doesn’t say any more to you, and instead shoulders past you and jumps off the side of the boat. You watch him angrily stalk back to the island.

You don’t have the energy to go after him and try and find a solution, at least not right now. So you resort to falling down on your knees, back hitting the edge of whatever is left of your boat’s once pristine leather seats. You wrap your arms around your legs, bury your face in your hands, and weep.

You don’t know how much time passed since you cried yourself dry. But considering you have no way of knowing, you close your swollen eyes, listen to the sound of absolute stillness under the setting sun, and fall asleep to the slight rocking of your boat.

~ ~ ~

When you open your eyes again, it’s dark. Well, you definitely didn’t get a good night’s rest, that’s for sure. But given the circumstance, you’re glad you got at least what seems to be a quick nap. The last thing you saw painting the sky before you fell asleep was orange and pink as the sun melted down beneath the horizon line, and now, in its place, is the illuminating waning crescent moon shining softly over your skin.

You sigh as you slowly lift yourself up from your crouched position in which you fell asleep. Your knees lock slightly when standing, and you raise your arms over your head to stretch out all the ache from your cramped muscles.

A yawn escapes your lips and you stare at the pathetic boat you’re standing in. “Unbelievable,” You mutter to yourself, “All this money, you’d think it’d buy some back-ups.” The events from the previous hours linger in your thoughts, “But it did come with a manual… That I probably should have read. JJ was right.” Speaking of JJ, where is he?

You spin around on your heel and squint through the night at the island. All you can see was a large patch of sand, some rocks, and a few scattered trees. Well, the island was definitely small, you can even see the end of it from your position in the water. He couldn’t be far.

He must be thirsty, and he’s definitely hungry. You didn’t have to know JJ for that long for you to be aware of his immense appetite. You walk over to the storage unit and luckily find a case of water bottles and a few snacks. You grab a couple granola bars and snack-sized boxes of dry cereal, packing two water bottles under your arm before making your way to the edge of the boat.

You jump off and start walking, keeping your pace straight ahead but your eyesight flickering in all directions, hoping to spot the pogue who you don’t think appreciates your company very much.

It doesn’t take long before a blond head catches your attention. As you get closer to him, you notice he is sitting down against a bent tree stump. It looks like it belonged to a tall tree, considering the height and size of it. It was just tall enough that if you were to sit on top of it, you’d reach about JJ’s height when he’s standing.

Once you’re standing next to him and you’re close enough to see his face, you notice his eyes are fluttered shut. He looks so peaceful that he might be sleeping. You gently nudge his leg with your foot to see if you’d get any indication that he was awake, but his rhythmic breathing remains, toned chest slowly rising and falling with each intake of air.

You’ve never really noticed how beautiful he is until now. Seeing him gently sprawled on the sand, one arm thrown over his stomach while the other is resting by his thigh, his slightly sunburnt face glistening under the moonlight— you really get to appreciate his sculpted features.

You were under the impression that he was asleep, so you can imagine the surprise when he opens his mouth and says something.

“How much longer are you gonna continue staring at me?”

You bite your bottom lip in embarrassment. Luckily, the night conceals your flushed cheeks. “I, uh, brought refreshments.”

He opens one eye as you sit down next to him, holding out the snacks and bottle. He stares at your hand for a second before taking them from you.

“Thanks,” He mumbles, sitting up on the stump. “At least you’re somewhat prepared.”

You roll your eyes and twist off the cap of your bottle, “Sorry. I’ll be sure to be extra ready for the next time we get stranded on an island.”

You two sit in silence for a while as you replenish your empty stomach. It’s quiet but not awkward, and for that you are grateful.

He takes one last sip of his water, emptying the bottle before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. And then he looks at you.

Now the awkwardness sinks in, as he’s just watching you chew on your chocolate-chip granola bar. “What?” You ask, a few crumbs falling out of your mouth. You quickly lick your lips to get rid of the excess. He doesn’t say anything for a few more painstakingly long seconds. “Do you want the rest of my granola bar?”

“I’m sorry,” He says.

That catches you off-guard. You aren’t sure what exactly it is that he’s apologizing for. A lot of things happened in just the last day, let alone the past couple months you’ve spent bickering with him. You decide to simply ask him. “For what?”

He lets out a puff of air, bringing his knees slightly up to his chest and resting his arms on them, fingers swirling the ring on his thumb. “I shouldn’t have got upset with you. I got us into this mess. So, I’m–” He looks away. Then looks at you again. “I’m sorry.”

You can tell the guilt has been eating at him, as he hasn’t slept much and is being more quiet than you’ve ever seen him be.

“Hey,” You shoot him a small smile and throw the last cereal packet at him, “Don’t be sorry. This whole thing is so stressful. Besides, you rightfully called me out on the boat. I’ve never been academically inclined but I’ve never felt more stupid.”

He shakes his head, “You’re not stupid. You shouldn’t let me of all people make you feel that way.”

“But you were right,” You shrug. “I don’t know anything about life skills, clearly,” You gesture around the island. “I’ve had everything handed to me basically my whole life. It’s… embarrassing, really.”

“Well, you’re way better off than me.” He slightly chuckles.

You quirk your head at him, “Not necessarily.”

He furrows his brows, confused.

You stretch your legs out on the sand. “You know more than I ever did, about a lot of things. Boats, fishing, money… You can navigate yourself through any situation thrown your way. Pretty much a genius, if you ask me.”

He looks down and presses his lips together, “That’s a bit of a stretch. You wanna talk to a genius, talk to Pope.”

“You’re just a genius in a different way.”

He looks at you with an unreadable expression, almost as if he’s studying your face for any indication that you’re being sarcastic. Finally, he says, “The rest of our friends would disagree. Sometimes I think they’ll eventually get so fed up with me that they’ll want me out.”

You frown at him, “That’s bullshit. They’re definitely worried sick about you right now. They would be nowhere without you. I mean… I would be nowhere without you. You deadass saved my life.” You don’t like the fact that he’s so insecure. Besides Sarah, you’ve secretly admired him the most out of everyone. In an effort to make him see that, you continue, “You are the most loyal friend I’ve ever seen— Hell, you literally drove out into a storm to save your best friends!”

But he just shakes off your comments, and you decide not to push it any further. You didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. A few more minutes go by as you both finish your snacks, when you suddenly notice you’re getting a slight chill. Being on land this far out into the ocean with no shelter causes the night breeze to nip at your skin. You wrap your arms around yourself, but your flimsy tank top isn’t doing much for you.

“Are you cold?” JJ asks. He must have noticed the goosebumps covering your skin.

“A little,” You say, then shoot him a playful glare, “but I can’t start a fire.”

He purses his lips as he tries to stop the corners of his mouth from curving up into a smirk. “I can.”

You grin at him, “See? Genius.”

He smiles and gathers a bunch of leaves and twigs before piling them up in front of you both, and he gets started. You watch him work for a bit, finding yourself embarrassingly infatuated with him. You aren’t sure where this sudden attraction came from. You suppose maybe it was always there, just shielded by your thoughts that kept telling you he finds you insufferable. But, God, you sure hope he didn’t think of you like that, because right now as you sit watching the focused look on his face and his strong arms flex while he utilizes his survival skills, you can’t help but find him so incredibly sexy.

You lean back on your elbows, trying to distance yourself from him so you don’t give yourself away, but you feel something hard in the back pocket of your shorts. Your eyes widen as you remember what’s there. Thank God you had zippers on your shorts, or it would have for sure been lost.

“JJ! Oh my gosh,” You squeal excitedly as he looks up at you. You reach into your pocket and pull out a hot pink lighter.

An amused expression tints his once determined face, “You couldn’t find that before I wasted all this time doing it the natural way? I was almost done.”

You laugh and flick the lighter on, moving the flame to the spark he was just creating, and it breathes to life. The fire soars higher than you thought it would, causing you both to jump. You both laugh at your surprise. He pushes his golden hair out of his face, looking at the flames. Seeing his face glow a vibrant orange was like looking at the sun.

Then suddenly he says, “I would do it for you too, ya know.”

“Hm? Do what?”

“Drive into a storm, if I had to.” He shyly looks at you. “You know I would do that for you too, right?”

The heat you were receiving from the fire seemed to spike in temperature at his words. You knew you were kind of a part of their group, but you wouldn’t guess in a million years that he would consider you as one of their own.

“Glad you said that,” You wink and pull a plastic bag from the same pocket you retrieved the lighter from, “‘Cuz I also happen to keep my joints in plastic bags to protect them from water. I’ll share.”

“Woo!” He howls into the night, and you laugh once again. He scoots closer to you until your thighs touch, grabbing the lighter as you pull the joint from the bag. You place it in between your lips and he brings his hand up, cupping it around your mouth to shield the flame from the wind as he lights the joint. The close proximity of his body makes you already feel high.

A few hits in, and now you’re definitely feeling it. You can see JJ is too, as his eyes appear glazed and he’s peering at the fire with intense fascination. It makes you laugh.

He slowly turns his head to you, “Why are you laughing?”

You laugh harder, “You’re so funny.”

He chokes out a chuckle, as if he is amused by your amusement, “I’m literally just sitting here.”

“I know!” You snort. “And it’s so funny!”

Now he’s laughing, “You’re so weird!”

“You’ve said that once or twice before!”

“Why are we yelling!”

“I don’t know!” Your stomach hurts from joy. “JJ, we’re on a fucking island!”

“I know that!” He manages to speak through his hysteria, smacking his head back against the tree.

After your laughter settles down and you feel like you can catch your breath, you lean your head against his shoulder. Either he’s too high to realize what you’re doing, or he simply doesn’t mind. You hope it’s the latter, but, regardless, he allows you to stay there.

You feel the vibrations in his throat as he speaks, “You’re very different from Sarah.”

“Good, or bad?” You inquire.

He seems to think about your question for a bit, and before you can assume it’s bad, he says, “I think, good.”

“Hm,” You hum, satisfied. “And you are exactly who I thought you were.”

You feel him grin, “Good, or bad?” He echoes you.

You don’t need to think. “Definitely good.”

That’s the last thing that’s said between the two of you before you fall asleep. And just before you escape into a dream, you feel his head slump down on top of yours.

~ ~ ~

When you awake, he’s gone.

You rub the sleep from your eyes and look around for him. It’s still very quiet on the island, but at least the sun is out and you can hear the waves thrashing around. You stand up and start walking toward the beach, hoping to cool off your burning skin.

As soon as you step into the cool water, feeling immediate relief, JJ’s chirped voice startles you.

“Come on, you little bitch.” It’s coming from the boat, but you can’t see him. You move closer to it, and hear him again. “Just… fucking… work.” He groans loudly.

“JJ?” You ask, standing on your tiptoes to peer over the edge of the boat.

You see him crouched over, shirtless, and yanking at something in the engine. A thin layer of sweat is glistening over his smooth skin. You suddenly want to dive into the ocean.

“Let’s go swimming,” You blatantly say, mimicking your thoughts.

He looks up at you, breathing hard. Oh wow, you think, why is he so…

“I’m trying to fix this boat.”

“You have no tools.”

He narrows his eyes, “Yes, Y/N. Thank you for reminding me.”

“Come on,” You pull off your shirt and toss it over and into the boat, and it lands by his feet. He looks at it, then back up to you. “You’ve probably been out here all morning. Take a break. The water is nice.” You unbutton your jean shorts and start to pull them down as he contemplates your suggestion.

Once your jean shorts accompany your t-shirt at his feet, he shrugs and stands up, wiping his forehead with his arm, “Alright, fuck it.”

You grin and turn back to the ocean, diving head first into the clear waters. He joins you not long after, gracefully swimming over to you. When he throws his head out of the water, splashing you in the process, he says, “You’re right, feels good.”

You stare at his blue eyes, which seem even brighter under the morning sun. “You know, we don’t really need to be in a rush to leave.”

He raises an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” You splash him, “there’s no use putting in all our energy into fixing a boat with a busted engine. Let’s just take the hours as they come, I don’t know, get more food, set up a little shelter in the meantime. And we can work on the boat at our own pace.”

“You mean, I work on the boat while you watch me, sitting there looking pretty.”

You blush. You wonder if there’s some truth behind the common saying he keeps using on you. Sitting there looking pretty.

Shrugging, you say, “Who knows, maybe I’ll learn a thing or two from watching you.”

He lays back, floating in the water, “Time will tell.”

And it does.

~ ~ ~

You two spend the next, what feels like a week, spending your mornings working on the boat, afternoons swimming and having fun, evenings catching fish, and nights talking by the fire.

You actually did end up learning from JJ, a lot more than boats. Sure, you learned what the different components of the engine were and what they did, and how to spear a fish, and how to build a fire. But you also learned about him.

You learned how he grew up, about his childhood and his father and his friendship with each of the pogues. You learned how he counts in his mind to help him fall asleep, how he pushes his hair away from his face when he gets flustered, how he isn’t a big reader but actually has a couple novels he really likes, how he planned on getting by after graduation, and so much more.

You never would have guessed half the things he told you about himself, let alone the fact that he even trusted you enough with it. But you guess that’s what being stuck on an island with one other person does to you.

What at first seemed to be your worst fear, soon became an experience you were actually grateful for.

You are sitting on top of the tree stump that you two sleep at, watching him carve little drawings on the bark with a shark rock. Like always, he looks real good. Biting your lip, you decide to make a move. Hell, what did you have to lose?

“Hey, JJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember when you did CPR on me?”

He looks up at you. “I remember, yes.”

“Did you use mouth-to-mouth?”

He pauses and sends you a knowing gaze. “I had to. Why? Does that bother you—?”

“You wanna do that again?” You blurt out, letting out a little laugh at the absurdity of your comment. “While I’m conscious and aware this time?”

He shoots you a bewildered expression before breaking out into a grin as he lets out a breathy laugh, “You’re so weird.”

“Is that a yes?” You feel your chest get tighter.

He slowly stands up from where he was previously kneeling on the sand.

And then he leans towards you. You were right about the height of the stump; you are face-to-face.

You feel his breath on your face and he hesitantly places his hands on your knees. “Are you sure?” He quietly asks.

You nod, and whisper, “Are you sure?”

“I think so…” He slowly says.

You place one hand on his neck, keeping the other holding you steady on the stump. As you get closer and your lips brush against his, he says, “Yes, yes I am sure.”

“Okay, then,” You smile, and with that, your mouth is pressed on his.

The kiss is slow at first, as if you are both afraid one of you might instantly regret it and pull back. But neither of you do.

Your legs instinctively open, allowing him to step between them and deepen the kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist, and now with his support, you bury your fingers in his hair. He pushes his tongue gently in your mouth and you sigh with pleasure against his lips.

When his grip on your hips tighten, you squeeze your thighs around his waist and press him even closer to you, causing him to let out a low groan. Your hands are everywhere, absolutely ravishing every inch of him while he kisses you so hard it almost hurts.

After a while, you both pull away, breathless. He presses his forehead against yours and you two remain there until he decides to speak, “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You breathe out.

“I managed to get the backup generator going.”

You pull away and look at him, amazed. “What? When?”

“Like,” He scrunches his nose, “Two hours ago.”

You laugh in relief, “Holy shit, why didn’t you tell me?!”

He shrugs, smiling a sheepish grin, “I dunno. Guess I was waiting for something like this to happen before we went back to normal life.”

“Oh my God,” You close your eyes and shake your head, the smile not leaving your face.

He kisses your forehead, “Shall we?” He leans back and holds out his hand for you, to which you happily take and hop off the stump. You two run together to the boat, and he turns on the generator. As soon as it starts, you feel tears clouding your eyes.

“Holy shit, JJ. You did it, you actually fucking did it. You’re amazing.” You laugh, covering your mouth in excitement.

He grins at you and says, “Your constant words of affirmation really helped.” He teases.

“A genius!” You exclaim, throwing your arms up in the air in celebration. He laughs, and surprises you by wrapping his arms around you, hugging you so tight that he slightly lifts you off your feet.

When you release each other, you waste no time with inserting the spare key in the ignition.

“Okay,” You breathe, “Moment of truth.”

JJ looks slightly nervous. Your hands are shaking as you turn the key. You turn it more and more until…

The boat roars to life.

You scream, jumping up and down, and he’s quick to join you in your loud triumphs. In this moment of pure adrenaline, you grab his face and kiss him. He immediately kisses you back, and you can feel his relief oozing out of him.

“Okay, okay,” You say, forcing yourself to pull away from him. “Let’s go, this backup generator won’t run forever.”

And you two are off.

~ ~ ~

After what seems like hours, you manage to make out the outlines of the OBX in the distance.

“I see it, JJ! It’s right there! Holy fuck!” You grab his arm to get his attention.

“Good, because your boat only has a little juice left in her.” He replies, though you can’t help but notice the slight tinge of worry in his tone.

You chew the inside of your cheek, “But we’ll make it, right?”

He hesitates before answering. But the look on his face tells you that he can’t be certain.

“Okay…” You slowly say, placing your hands on your hips as if to hold yourself upright. “It’s okay. We’ll make it.”

He nods at you and speeds up the boat.

You only make it a couple miles further before you hear a sickly sputtering come from the engine.

“Fuck,” JJ grunts, steering even harder. You try not to let panic overcome you, but you feel lightheaded. He notices, “It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t worry. I’ll get us home one way or another. We’re close enough.”

You look out at the remaining distance. “It’s so far to swim, though.” You get quieter.

“Hey,” JJ stops what he’s doing and grabs your face. “Look at me,” You do. “We’ll get back. I promise.” All you can do is nod, and trust him.

You get the life jackets out from the storage, preparing for what you may have to do.

And what you’re afraid of comes true. The boat comes to a stop. You and JJ face each other, but looking into his reassuring gaze, you don’t feel as afraid as you normally would.

You start putting on the lifejackets in silence, until that silence is broken.

“JJ? Y/N? HOLY SHIT!”

You whip your head around to the frantic voice calling your name, and you almost fall to your knees in relief with what you see.

It’s Pope, and Kiara. And they are on the HMS Pogue. Coming to you.

“Oh my God!” Kiara shouts, and she starts yelling at Pope to go faster.

You yell out to them, full on crying at this point. JJ is screaming beside you, “Yes! Holy shit, YES.”

Both of you laughing in relief and sheer happiness, you can’t help but be drawn to JJ. He is evidently feeling the same way because he picks you up and spins you around. Right before he puts you down, he presses a big, wet kiss on your lips.

Pope and Kiara are almost right next to you both now in their boat, and they waste no time jumping into yours, hugging you both.

“HOLY SHIT YOU’RE BOTH OKAY! And you just kissed--? BUT OH MY GOD YOU'RE BOTH OKAY!" Pope shouts, squeezing you both. "We were looking for you guys for so long!” Kiara is quick to join as you feel her slender arms wrap around you as well.

When you all release each other, Pope says, “We thought you were dead, you have no idea how scared we were. I mean, first John B and Sarah… We couldn’t lose you too.”

Kiara smiles and turns to you, “Not gonna lie, I kind of knew JJ would be okay, the slick bastard always knows a way out. But I wasn't sure if you’d still be in one piece too, Y/N.”

You don’t even get the chance to defend yourself before JJ is wrapping his arm around your shoulders, grinning ear-to-ear and pulling you into his side. “Hey, come on guys. You know this, already.” He turns to you and smiles.

“You can’t kill a pogue.”

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unplanned valentine — adrian pucey x fem!reader

Summar: One way or another, Y/N seems to always spend Valentine’s Day with Adrian Pucey.

Warnings: none I believe

Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns, no other physical traits mentioned I think? kinda implied that the reader is Slytherin, but never actually stated

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: i have such mixed feelings about this fic, i like it at times but don’t at others?? i just really wanted another adrian valentine’s day fic so here we go! (tbh i’m thinking about revisiting this concept when i have more time and write out each year yk?)

February 14th.

Valentine’s Day.

Everyone had different feelings about it. Most people either hated or loved it. It was filled with overly affectionate couples, cheap boxes of chocolate, more roses and bouquets than you could imagine. The Great Hall was even decorated for the occasion. Petals and hearts floating in the sky, shining various shades of pink and red upon the room. The house elves had even gone as far as making some of the food heart-shaped.

Y/N smiled at the gesture as she started to prepare her breakfast for the day. Y/N was impartial about the particular day in February. It’s not like she looked forward to the day. She never had a valentine herself, unless you count the next door neighbor from when she was 8, but there was no reason to hate the day either. It was simply there, like any other day.

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Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

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peter is a really, terrible actor. he doesn't need to be good. new years themed! friends to lovers, fake dating!

NOTE: HAPPY NEW YEARS!! i apologize for the delay, the tags got me :(

She’s like his heartbeat.

It’s rhythmic, the way his days circle around hers, the way their days weave into shared weeks, curving into months forming a life entwined like overgrown roots of oak trees.

She is easy to fall into, effortlessly graceful and unthinkingly kind. She’s the kind of beautiful you look at twice, just to make sure that you saw it right.

They live two buildings away from each other, and he’s memorized every step of how to reach her home. It’s a familiar waltz, a step in time to a place where safety and comfort is so abundant it surrounds the soul.

He hasn’t told her this, of course. There is comfort in her presence and peace found in her laughter, and he’s hardly strong enough to risk any of the beauty she brings about to tell her how it makes him feel.

Still, there is always the hypothetical.

And these is plenty he is willing to indulge himself, in the realm of the hypothetical. Thoughts of how she’d settle into his arms after a long day, how his face would fit into the crook of her neck. It’s a dangerous habit, how often he considers what it would be like to let someone worry over him, and that someone to be her, all softness and kind fingers brushing over harsh wounds- her loving Peter Parker. Not Spider-Man.

All of this to say that it is incredibly hard for him to say no to her.

She asks him when she’s just made him a cup of tea. It’s two days before New Years’, and he’s a sucker for her tea. To be perfectly honest, he loves watching her make it for him- how she runs her fingers through her hair before she grabs the mug, the way she rests one hand on her hip when she grabs the milk, how she stirs the honey and the spoon hits the ceramic, music in the way she shows care.

Her pretty eyes were wide and hopeful, and god isn’t that something the most selfish part of him wants to cling to, that even pretending to be her partner was something she would want of him.

“It’s just one night, Peter,” she says, and her delicate fingers are fiddling with themselves, picking at her cuticles, “And it’d help me out more than anything.”

“Are they really that weird about you being single?”

She’s single. It’s a truth he carries around like a wish-stone, a comfort he keeps thumbing over possibility.

“It’s just that I haven’t brought anyone to these parties, and they keep trying to set me up with someone, and I just- I really don’t wanna do that. Peter, you’d be doing me a massive favor.”

Set up. And it’s not like he doesn’t know that he has not leg to stand on, and he knows that it’s selfish, to keep her time hostage in their friendship. She deserves more than a best friend who looks at her too long, always too afraid to speak.

But he wants her, wants her more than his own sense of cowardice can suppress.

“Okay, okay! Anything to save you from a bind date!”

The way she lunges to hug him, all warmth and heart- she fits perfectly in his arms, the kind of match that feels tailor-made.

His girl.

This is going to be hard.

New Years Eve, 2021

She’s stunning.

She’s wearing this blush dress, and he’s seen it in her closet, thinks it might be her go-to date dress, and it’s dizzyingly satisfying to know that she’s dressed for him. Tonight, he will be able to touch her without restraint, speak of his affection without a layer of self-preservation behind it.

Closing the door behind her, she tucks her hair behind her ear, and asks him a question, one that draws him from the depths that drinking her in surrounds him in.

“Do I look okay?”

“You look beautiful.”

It might be the only truth he says tonight, but it’s the most true. She’s prettier than city lights, than the view from the Empire State.

A whole new league of gorgeous.

She looks him up and down, drinks in the sight of him like she’s meeting him all over again, and he feels overwhelmingly seen, like she can see right through him.

“You look good too, Parker.” She smiles, before grabbing his hand, lacing their fingers together. “C’mon, it’s just my neighbor, she’s just down the hall.”

He tries desperately not to think about how good it feels to hold her hand.

After greeting her friends, one by one, she introduced him.

“This is my boyfriend, Peter.”

She plays the part beautifully, and he does his best to match. It’s not like they have to try very hard. Her friends have apparently expected this, and Peter- he doesn’t want to think about what that means. They know the rhythm to each other’s step, follow the other’s action like a dance they’ve memorized by heart.

She’d be an excellent girlfriend. He knew this, of course. Didn’t need a night of pretend to tell him that, Peter knew her kindness and warmth far before. Still, it’s intoxicating, the way flirt slips into her tone, how she trails her fingers up his wrist when they’re sitting at the table with her friends. She grabs him a drink calls him sweetheart, and part of him wishes he could keep it on vinyl, listen to her so-sweet voice over on a low crackle. Her sweetheart. What he’d give to really be that.

The whole night, she’s touching him. Nothing too much, nothing that anyone would call excessive. But it’s more than he’s ever felt from her- brushes their fingers, bumps their knees. After a while, on her friend’s couch, he had his arm around her, her head laying on his shoulder.

She’s the most precious thing he’s ever held.

Later, when everyone’s too caught up with their own lovers to ay attention to her fake one, Peter pulls her away to the kitchen. She looks so stunning, stunning in the original sense of the word. The sort of beauty that stuns you, stops you in your tracks.

“Hey, hey, am I doing okay?” He asks.

He’s got her backed up against the counter, and it’s a dizzyingly pleasant feeling, her this close to him. No one is watching. He’s pushing his luck.

“You’re the most convincing actor I’ve ever seen, Parker,” she laughs, and she’s giggly, tips her head to rest on his chest for just a second, just a passing indulgence, before she looks at him again, “I oughta keep you around.”

Please, he wants to say, I’d love to keep you.

“You’re pretty good yourself,” he replies’ and he’s playing fast and loose with the rules, his hand on her waist, “What did you say, you liked me since freshman year?”

She preens, and she’s so adorable, it nearly breaks his heart. He’s been doing far too much of that tonight.

She didn’t like him, freshman year. He knows that, because he overheard her talking about some guy, and when he asked her about it, she had just said it was some guy way out of her league.

That guy keeps Peter up, some nights. How some guy could have a shot with the girl of his dreams, and not want it.

“Yeah, well,” she looks down sheepishly, “I didn’t have to act that much.”

She can’t mean that. She can’t mean that.

“You didn’t,” he says, and it’s too slow, his hand trailing up to her face. He brushes the side of her cheek, and her eyelids flutter, her lashes throwing shadows on her pretty face, “it wasn’t- it was me?”

She can’t have liked him.

Because right now, and for much longer than that, Peter hasn’t wanted a damn thing else than to be the person she wanted. To be the person who could pull her in, hold her, kiss her in ways that no-one else could, in ways she’d only want from him.

He’s an addict with a craving for her affection, and she’s standing here offering him salvation. It can’t be happening.

“Peter,” her voice is a low hum, like a radio playing a song that always brings you home, “I don’t think I’ve wanted anything else from the minute I saw you.”

Her doe eyes are wide, searching his face, searching for meaning, but Peter- he’s all action. Her heartbeat’s fast, and he can almost feel the rhythm of her pulse, the finality of the dance they’ve been spinning for months. It’s a moment, Peter knows. And moments can slip.

Then, the counting starts.

It’s New Years, and she’s so close, and her perfume smells like roses. She’s warm and pliant in his arms, a blessing to behold in the arms of someone who is far less than she deserves.

3…

She’s the best thing that has ever happened to him. He keeps the city safe because it’s where she is.

2…

The way she’s looking at him- it’s unmistakable. She wants him back. There is nothing else he’s asked for from the universe.

1…

When it happens, it’s slow at first. She’s impossible not to be consumed by the sight of, and she’s so close, and he kisses her. He’s the one who does it, who leans in and takes the moment, her face in his grasp, her pulled close to him.

He could spend the rest of his life in this moment, in this kiss.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And when he looks down at her, wide-eyed and his home, she smiles. He could spend his entire life in moments like these.

He gets the feeling, though, that there will be plenty more.

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sweater weather

druig x reader

prompt - druig lends their sweater to yn. When yn is home, they realize they still have druig's sweater and find druig's iPod. Out of curiosity, yn looks through druig's music and finds a playlist titled with yn's name.

this is me living out my dreams and its a tiny bit dramatic at the end cause im living my dream out <3333 also requests closed till my exams !

warnings - fluffy fluffy fluffy

word count - 1.8 k

masterlist+taglist | pls reblog ty <3

a/n - u guys ill be less active cause exams </3 pray for 4 me ok? enjoy this cute silly lil fic. also yes i made a playlist for this fic <3 i didnt know sweaters come with pockets so i looked it up and they do!

"it's kinda chilly today isn't it?" you said running your hands through your arms.

"yeah it is" druig replied, "it's fucking cold y/n there's snow out"

"well" you shrugged

"do you want a sweater?" he asked looking at you, eyebrows scrunched

"no it's fine really" you replied with a tight lipped smile.

"y/n you do know that we all are going out for dinner right? just take one it's okay" he said, his tone soft.

"druig it's fine really-"

"no i'm giving you one and you're wearing it." he spoke and left the room returning with soft brown sweater.

"don't ruin it, it's my favorite" he spoke as he handed the sweater to you. your fingers brushed against his hand, a tint of pink lowly covering his cheeks.

"i won't, i promise" you smiled.

"guys let's go" ikaris said entering.

"let's go" you say with a nod.

"glad i lend you the jacket?" druig said smiling smugly

"yeah yeah wipe that smug smile of your face" you replied, rolling your eyes with a teasing smile.

"that's my ride" you shrugged pointing to the can, "thanks for walking me till here" you smiled

"the pleasure's all mine" he said softly.

"oh, your sweater" you said raising your eyebrows as you tugged the ends of it to remove it when druig stopped you.

"it's still cold out, return it to me when we meet next okay?"

"okay"

"bye y/n" he said closing the door for you

"bye druig, thanks again" you said while he gave you a curt nod.

you rushed into your apartment as the cold weather began to become harsher, the sweater's warmth making it bearable. it was nice of druig to lend you his sweater, it wasn't his nature to go out of his way and do stuff like this. it felt very nice.

you rubbed your palms together hoping for some warmth but it vanished away in seconds, sighing you sit on the couch, your hands slipping into the pockets which you earlier didn't notice were there.

your felt brushed against something solid in the right pocket, curiously you ran your fingers against it, its felt like a phone. thinking druig must have left his phone from when he last wore it you took out the device and eyed it.

"it's not an iphone, it's an ipod touch" you said to yourself as you started the device.

you saw a song paused on the home screen as you started.

"wouldn't hurt to see what kind of music he listens too" you said shrugging as you opened spotify.

your heart stopped.

you a playlist titled 'y/n' and it also happened to be the one currently playing.

your heart was throbbing fast and you suddenly felt hot, with a deep breath you clicked on the playlist and looked over all the songs included.

"love songs? all of them?" you whispered to yourself, quite shocked. "lover by taylor swift oh my god, is he in love with me or something?" you laughed nervously. "this can't be right" you said sternly to yourself, "I'm sure it's some other y/n but then again does he even talk to people who are not eternals-"

"UGH" you screamed frustrated.

you liked druig. but you always admired him from afar, where you dated in secret, in safety of your dreams. your heart was touched by him and your heart was broken by him. he seemed cruel sometimes without meaning too but he was kind, you needed him. he was just so heartbreakingly, hauntingly beautiful it made you crazy.

after all druig is just enough to make you feel crazy.

you had to talk to him. if someone has a playlist full of love songs with your name- you talk to them. otherwise you're stupid. or even better, you can make a playlist on their own device titled by their name with songs which explain your feelings rather than actually confronting them cause it's easier right? right.

you started the ipod again and rushed to spotify creating a playlist for druig, carefully adding songs which would best convey how you feel while trying to avoid the songs he used himself which was a bit hard cause he took the best ones.

after around 30 minutes you were done crafting your playlist, smiling to yourself you got up and made yourself some hot chocolate as a treat.

your eyes fluttered open as soft rays of sunshine softly touched your face, you titled your head to look outside the window, the weather was much better then yesterday's. some of the sky was yellow while some of it was the softest shade of blue. it was strange how everything could be chaos below on earth while the sky was always sweet and blue.

speaking of chaos, you had to do something incredibly difficult today. you had to return druig's sweater.

you quickly jumped out of bed and went straight to shower and brush your teeth and just get over with the task and at hand.

"okay so should i just tell him about the playlist or fuck this is hard" you said to yourself as you stared at the ipod and the sweater. "how about i write a note?" you spoke, now smiling. "I'll leave it on the sweater and leave before he can read it perfect! I'm a genius." you grinned and walked towards your desk to find a spare bit of paper and write a note on it for him.

dear druig, i found your ipod in the pockets of your sweater and i opened spotify on it just to know what songs you listen too, but i found a playlist with my name on it and i opened it and found it to be full of love song. so, i made a playlist for you too, it will tell you how i feel. listen to it? please? and I'm sorry if i crossed a line.

yours, y/n

"perfect" you whispered and kept the sweater, ipod and the note in a simple tote bag and drove to druig's house.

"y/n? what are you doing here so early?" druig asked, surprised.

"oh i have to run some errands today and thought I'd stop by to return you your sweater" you said nervously which didn't go unnoticed by him.

"alright. would you like to stop for some breakfast?" he said gesturing you to come inside.

"no thank you but uhm i really gotta go see you later!" you said hurriedly and shoved the bag in druig's hand and walked quickly to your car.

"weird." druig shrugged and walked inside with the bad in his hand.

he set the bag on the coffee table and eyed it curiously. "why did she act so weird? there's no way she ruined the sweater." druig spoke to himself, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "maybe she did ruin, that's the only way to explain her behavior" druig said sighing as he lifted the bad and removed the sweater, examining it- he found it be stainless.

"huh" he said confused, "then why did she act weird?"

he lifted the bad again and felt something in it, he opened the bag again and looked inside to find a piece of paper and his ipod.

"my ipod? what?" druig was now even more confused, he picked the paper and started reading it.

druig was shocked, mortified and scared all at once.

he was shocked because how could he be so careless? and because you actually made a playlist replying to him.

he was mortified because you saw the playlist, the playlist which was only for his years as he listened to it and thought about how warmly you smiled, about how soft your touch was.

he was scared because the playlist you made him could have songs of heartbreak conveying that you didn't like him or songs which were filled with anger.

he took a ragged breath, it felt as if he was breathing through ragged glass as he started his ipod and opened spotify finding a playlist with his name, cautiously he opened it and played it without looking at the songs.

to his sweet surprise all the song were love song, he was smiling widely and his cheeks sported a light shade of pink. as the last song on the playlist started druig was so pleasantly happy about how you reciprocated his feelings that he didn't really pay any attention to the lyrics until the very end of the song.

'Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you'

"y/n" he spoke in a soft voice, "there's no one else, never was"

he got up quickly, stuffing the ipod and the note in his pocket. he hastily pushed open the door and ran the fastest he ever has, he ran to you, his love.

he wanted you to know that he didn't have anyone waiting for him, he only ever wanted you and he never wanted you so much as now, so he ran.

he knocked on your door, his heart beating ever so fast, his hair messy and his cheeks pink.

"druig" you said softly, opening your door. he looked at you with so much tenderness in his eyes it was difficult to fathom, his eyebrows softly knitted together.

"i read your note." he said, stepping closer to you. his hand cupping your cheek.

"and?" you whispered

your eyes never leaving his while his trailed all over your face before stopping at your lips.

and then he leaned in and kissed you. your eyes close as his lips softly clashed against yours, his hand that wasn't cupping your cheek gently gripped your waist bringing you even closer while your hands rested on his neck making him lean towards you more. he tasted like his morning tea and his lips felt perfect against yours.

he slowly pulled away his hand now holding yours.

"y/n, i have to know do you truly love me?" he asked softly, his blue eyes gentle.

you smiled and pulled him for another kiss. your hands running through his messy hair, his hands firm on your waist, he squeezed you gently pulling you closer, his smooth lips moving against yours in harmony.

you pulled away, your hands still softly running through his hair and his hands still firm on your waist.

"does that answer your question?" you asked smiling

"it does" he replied grinning, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips, "i'll never let you go now."

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