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You'll Be Safe - Chapter Two

"It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island."

- John B.

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HE SMALL WOODEN BANGKA SILENTLY FLOATED ON THE WATER’S GLASSY SURFACE, ITS OARS RESTING IDLE AT ITS SIDES AS ELLIE SAT ON THE BOW SEAT. The water was unnaturally still, acting as a mirror to reflect the overcast sky above. Ellie stared at what was supposed to be her reflection, not this image of a person floating on the water.

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You'll Be Safe - Chapter Three

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"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real, too."

- Stephen King.

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HURRICANE AGGIE WAS A BITCH, AND YOU COULD QUOTE HER ON THAT. Ellie didn’t bother to lie on her back. She knew she wasn’t getting any sleep with the pounding rain and howling winds banging on her window, fighting to break the glass and sweep her into the storm with the thunder and lightning. Instead, she curled into a sitting ball with Sami curled beside her. Her knees remained tucked underneath her Dad’s oversized Chapel Hill zip-up hoodie with her comforter wrapped around her like an extra shield.

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You'll Be Safe - Chapter Four

WHILE THE POGUES KNEW THE SURGE HIT THE CUT THE HARDEST, THEY HADN’T EXPECTED TO FIND ANYTHING WORSE THAN WHAT THEY’D SEEN ALREADY. They had expected some water damage, sure. But some parts of the roofs fell into the rooms, tree branches scattered around the building, and even some doors had been knocked down. The motel’s sign that was initially on the roof was knocked to the lawn with one of the poles underneath a boat.

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You'll Be Safe - Chapter Five

“Maybe all the people who say ghosts don’t exist are just afraid to admit that they do.”- Michael Ende; The Neverending Story

You'll Be Safe - Chapter Six

ELLIE DOUBLE-, TRIPLE-, AND QUADRUPLE-CHECKED THE MIRROR TEN MINUTES BEFORE SHE AND HER MOM NEEDED TO LEAVE TO MEET HER COUSIN AT HIS NEW HOUSE. While she usually wouldn’t have any issues leaving the house in her favorite tea-length dress, she couldn’t help but worry. The massive bruise on her back was still there. The deep purple and dark blue blotches were painful to look at, especially with how they contrasted against her skin. The only upside was that no one else seemed to be able to see it but her, as evidenced when her mom came in barging not even a few minutes after Ellie had run up to her.

JJ Maybank x Reader: Promise.

Words: 1107

Warnings: Mentions of ( underage ) doing drugs, minors drinking alcohol, mentions and implied child abuse ( as in physically beaten up by the paternal figure ), swearing.

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Summary: Y/N makes sure JJ is okay at the party at the boneyard.

Author's note: Nobody requested this, but I really wanted to write for JJ! He is my precious baby and I miss him so much, there was so little of him on season 2. Hope someone likes it. Reader and JJ aren't mentioned as a couple/relationship but you can imagine them to be!

Criticism is appreciated and requests are still open! Hit that anon and ask for an scenario!!

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The bonfire drew dark figures against your skin and the sand around you. You watched the flames dance on their crackling center, naughty and playfully, like a temptation to make the mistake of reaching out with your hand and touching them. You knew better, of course. 

The wind brought some music's trail from the party at the boneyard, loud, pop music with easy lyrics that made teenagers like you and your friends dance. You could have been dancing, but instead you were sitting at the bonfire the druggies had lit up earlier, a quiet place to smoke their joints alone and then, once they were high as a kite, join the party. You had done the complete opposite, you had danced first and now you were sitting on a tree trunk, not smoking, and rather looking at the fire. Parties at the boneyard sometimes got too crowded, especially when Kooks and tourons joined you pogues, and you knew that was a safe place for you to hide when they did, because usually the stoners had already left the place. 

And with the trail of the party came JJ Maybank, surrounded by some golden halo as he walked towards you. Perhaps it was your imagination, or maybe it was the beer. You couldn't quite tell. 

You hadn't seen JJ at the party earlier. Kiara had said he was probably busy doing some shifts at the job he had at that moment, but he wasn't wearing the uniform he had to wear at his job, and you know him well enough to just know he was too lazy to stop by his house to change for the party. When you recognized the shadow of a big bruise on his cheek, you understood. He had been fighting with his dad, not working. 

JJ's tank top was covered by sweat, just like his forehead. Both his lips and eyes smiled at you, the latest glowing softly like they always did. Whenever those ocean eyes stopped having its particular bright, you knew something bad was coming. Everything would be fine as long as his eyes kept on glowing, because his eyes were the door and mirror to his soul. 

"Can I join?" he asked softly when he reached you. You nodded, then staring back at the bonfire. JJ sat down next to you, on the tree trunk, and offered you his red plastic glass "Want some?" 

"Sure," you nodded again and took the cup. You took a sip and grimaced when you recognized it was not beer's flavor, making him giggle "Fuck, what kind of shit is this? It doesn't even taste like bad vodka" 

"It's whiskey, you dumbass," he drunkenly giggled, getting his glass back and taking a sip that was way longer than yours. 

"Hey, easy"

JJ chuckled "I can take it"

"I know you can," you said, a bit annoyed ", I just don't want you to get trashed so early. It's not even ten, J, y'know"

He hummed in agreement. Getting drunk was an art, and he was certainly a master of it. You weren't bad either, you were already getting tipsy, but he had way more stamina than you had.

 "They always drink whiskey in the movies," you muttered, eyeing the cup.

"I don't know how they do it," JJ said, shrugging "It tastes terribly" 

"Yeah. Maybe it's the ice" 

"The ice?" 

"Yeah, you know, ice," you glanced at him, watching how his face was contracted in confusion ", they always drink it in these big, squared glasses, with a shit ton of ice" 

JJ nodded with his head, suddenly your words making some sense to him "Uh. Maybe it is" 

He followed your sight and stared at the bonfire just like you were. You took the cup one more time, the last one, giving a second chance to whiskey. It didn't taste any better, sweeter than the other alcoholic drinks you had tried before. 

You leaned in against JJ's shoulder and he rested his hand on your thigh. Both of you had always been keen to physical display of affection, it was your love language, and JJ was the person who mirrored yours better. It was always comfortable, it was nice to know he was there, and it was nice for him to know you were there, too. 

"Wanna talk about it?" you muttered, watching how he took the last sip of whiskey on the cup, then left it on the sand. 

JJ glanced at you, eyebrows quirked in your direction"About what?" 

You stopped leaning onto him, just to brush your finger pads against the bruised skin that covered his cheek. JJ hissed under your touch, but didn't back away. He didn't confront your gaze, instead JJ looked away, staring at the ocean, watching the waves crash against the sand of the beach. What was he thinking, you would never know.

"It's not important, Y/N," JJ assured, thumb brushing against your kneecap. His metallic ring formed a cold sensation against your hot skin "I'm okay. I swear" 

Turning around to him, you held your hand out for him, formed into a fist, but with the pinky finger stretched, extended for him "Promise" you demanded, waiting for him to hold your pinky with his. 

"What are you, five?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. 

You still waited for him, staring like you had nothing better to do. And it was true, you had nothing better to do than worrying for who could be called your best friend. 

Your eagerness made him smile, gently and with a sad, tragic aura that you noticed, but at least he smiled. 

"I promise," said JJ, doing with his hand what you were doing with yours, and holding your pinky with his.

You smiled warmly. His arm went from behind your back until it rested on your shoulders, pulling you closer for a hug you knew he needed. 

You wrapped your arms loosely around his waist, resting your head against his chest, taking in his scent, that mix of a salty joint had as a perfume. It smelled like home, because JJ Maybank was home.

"You know I love you," you said, looking up to him ", right?" 

"Well, who doesn't love me?" 

"Asshole" JJ giggled when you gently punched him on the stomach. You were smiling because he was laughing "I mean it, you moron"

"I know, I know," said JJ, still smiling. He tugged on your cheek, just like your grandmother used to do to you when you were little. Both the memory and his old man attitude made you laugh "I love you too, dumbass" 

Teaser: From my WIP Lover... JJ Maybank x Original Character ( Prologue ) .

Words: 554

Edited: Nope.

Author's note: I hyped myself and now I have a rough idea for a JJ fanfic that will take place in obx season 1. Criticism is appreciated as well as hype, and remember request are still open! Please ask anything!

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"And that one right there, the one with blond hair and on that Louis Vuitton's bandana is Maya Brady. She is a Kook that slams with us for unknown reasons, but not Kie's Kook type. Maya Brady has both her feet on Kook's life, but still chose to befriend a bunch of Pogue kids. She's cool, I guess. Kind, with an easy smile, fun to be with... We've been friends since the second grade, when she came into town. I think she used to live in The City. I don't know, I've never asked her.

Maya only cares about surfing, clothes, having fun, her family and her friends - us, who are kind of like her second family. She's JJ's best friend, although they may look like a couple. Always snuggling with each other, iugh. I think there's something going on between the two of them- But I'm sure JJ thinks a girl like Maya doesn't deserve a guy like him. Doesn't matter, anyways, 'cause Maya has a boyfriend, a not-so-kind Kook"

( John B. Routledge on Maya Brady. )

MAYA BRADY WAS LIKE a ray of sunshine in the Caribbean, blue-green waters. Easy going, funny, caring. Blonde, tanned and with brown eyes. Like a summer breeze on an extremely hot day. Like the waves crashing against the rocks of the Outer Banks. But most of all, Maya Brady was lucky. 

Born into a good family, with a caring dad and a loving brother, with good money and a huge future ahead; Maya Brady was way luckier than half of the kids at the Outer Banks. Of course Maya was never meant to end on the Outer Banks, her life was in New York City and that was the way it was written. However, an old good friend of Robert Brady, Ward Cameron, convinced him to move to Paradise Island, where you either had two jobs or two houses. Guess which option the Bradys had.

Moving to Outer Banks was probably the best thing that could have possibly happened to Maya. She made friends quickly, starting with a really smart, kind of shy kid named Pope Heyward and ending in a Pogue group, with that boy and three other kids. Kiara Carrera had been a bit reluctant at first with having Maya join the group, those boys were her only friends and she wanted to protect them and keep them for herself, but Maya grew on her. John Booker Routedge quickly became friends with Maya, because he was just as friendly as she was. And JJ Maybank… he won Maya's heart over, flaunting Maya's best friend position. And now they were all family. 

THAT SUMMER was supposed to be the best summer of their lives. They were going to have a good time, all the time. Fishing, laughing, doing nothing and absolutely everything at the same time. It was going to be wild. 

But when a treasure ship enters the game, making a twist in their lives, they begin a treasure hunt that turns out to be way more dangerous than what they had expected. Now it was either getting the treasure or dying trying, especially when enemies began to arise from those who were friends. Oh, and also, Maya had to deal with love. Because what is sweeter and more dangerous than a teenager in love?

JJ MAYBANK HEADCANONS!!!

jj deserves the world i love him so much. i impulsively started a jj fic and most of these headcanons are canon in my fic. still i feel like these are not a lot so maybe there will be a second part?

edit:: second part!

warnings: child abuse ( we hate luke maybank ), underage drinking and use of drugs, swearing.

• can't play the guitar for shit but he's the best with drums. i'm telling ya.

• secretly loves taylor swift. he goes feral every time reputation plays.

• heavy metal and punk rock bands are always a yes on his playlists.

• jj has a different hand shake for every pogue. his favorite is the one he has with sarah.

• he binge-watched the office in less than a week.

• he's the type that has illegal, pirated netflix. or that shares an account with his friends but doesn't pay for shit.

• jj is a directioner, change my mind.

• great dancer.

• is afraid of seagulls, which is pretty funny considering he lives in an island.

• is a dyslexic motherfucker.

• i think that has been so headcanoned it's already canon.

• omg when this boy discovered chase atlantic... he couldn't shut up about them.

• i'm so sure music is an important part of jj's life. it's one of the few coping mechanisms he has, it allows him to leave the outer banks and his shitty household.

• jj doesn't read much, but macbeth was a school read and he did read it. he actually liked it a lot but never handed in the assigment that needed to be done with the reading of the book.

• he doesn't like horror/scary movies. they creep him out, even though he would never admit it.

• he has stolen all the rings he owns. jj hasn't bought any of them.

• by the way jj only steals from people he doesn't like.

• has HUGE respect for/to heyward. the man is a legend.

• when he was little, he used to like playing with dolls. his father slapped him when he caught him playing with his cousin's dolls, and then threw those away.

• jj was the kind of kid that always wore bandaids on his kneecaps and nose.

• he was horrible playing at football but his father forced him to train in the football team for like almost ten years.

• first trip he wants to do if he does ever get out of the outer banks is to hawaii. he has no reason, he just saw lilo & stitch when he was little and then a documentary about hawaii and he has that hyperfixation.

• also, jj has tons of hyperfixation that usually change every month. some of them remain longer, though.

• and you bet he is a disney kid.

• his favorite princess is jasmine because she's badass. and his favorite "prince" is aladdin, of course.

• knows by heart the lyrics to a whole new world.

• and to every disney movie ever, to be honest.

• he jams to old, surfer vibes songs.

• most of his clothes are thrifted or he has inherited them. first because it's cheaper, second because it's free.

• when he was little he wanted to be a doctor and then an astronaut. then, a doctor who was also an astronaut.

• as soon as he found out how difficult both careers were, he threw the idea away.

• looks up to his cousin ricky a lot. man is a legend to him.

• i headcanon jj either as a gemini or a leo. i accept no criticism about this.

• has like a shit ton of secret playlists on a secret account so no one stalks him.

• boy has anger issues.

• he doesn't quite like crabs.

• except for sebastian. wait no, sebastian's a lobster i think.

• "what do you mean the crab is looking you wrong?"

• "yeah, just look at it, john b! it's judging me with it's dark, cold eyes"

• "you're nuts, jj"

• bestie with sarah. BESTIE WITH SARAH.

• biggest fear: abandonment. he knows all his friends are some day going to move out of that island and he is going to end up alone.

• believes in love at first sight.

• wants to fall in love so badly.

• if he could go back in time and change to who he lost the v-card, he would.

• beer >>> vodka.

• he doesn't even liked weed, he just likes the numb, happy feeling.

• he wanted a dog when he was little and his father told him that "if it cannot pee on the toilet, it can't live on a house"

• he considered training the dog to make it pee on the toilet, john b convinced him it wasn't going to work.

• jj maybank is a dreamer.

• i just wanted to make that clear.

jj maybank x maya brady ( female!oc )

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so i saw someone do this on here in tumblr but forgot their @ im so sorry im a mess. if you are the one who did it on the first place please dm or tell me so i can give you creds.

the thing was, jj's pics that were supposed to be taken by the oc's perspective. so i did the same with my latest outer bank oc, maya. some i like some i don't. so, here you go, some of the stories maya has saved on her highlight "<3"

JJ Maybank x Reader: You'll be okay.

Words: 754

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Warnings: angst, angsty angst, jj and his shitty dad ( child abuse ), i guess kind of fluff but not really, uhm descriptions of injures/wounds.

Edited: no hah

Summary: JJ goes to Y/N after a hard fight with his dad.

Author's note: This is kind of short but i felt like writing it because jj angsty content is something that attacks me too close. Reader and JJ are in an established relationship and words between parenthesis are text messages. Bold for JJ, italic for reader.

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The Chateau was attacked by the wind outside, a hot wind that made bodies damp and sweat because of the contrast between the two temperatures. No one could really escape it, unless you were rich and had an air conditioner or a fan that really worked, for the open windows only allowed the hot wind to enter the houses easily. That was summer on the Outer Banks, burning hot sunny days and sweaty but damp nights. 

You took your v-neck t-shirt off, in order to not choke yourself because of the head, finding zero satisfaction when your skin kept feeling as sticky and hot as it did with the piece of cloth on. Shifting uncomfortably on the sofa-bed in the living room, where you were forced to sleep because Pope had locked himself in the spare bedroom, claiming it, you threw your hand over your forehead. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down in order to fall asleep in the heat of the night. And then your phone vibrated in your pocket. You took it out of your pocket and shot a short glance at the screen, paying more attention when you saw they were some messages from JJ. 

(Babe)

(Where u at?)

(chateau)

(u good?)

(Comin' overswehw)

The rushed ending of the text worried you but you held yourself from freaking out. It was difficult, though, because you knew he had been at his house and you knew how that could end. You picked at your nails, as you then again shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Now the head was your least important problem. 

(be safe)

JJ took a long time to arrive at the Chateau, and when he entered through the door you realized you couldn't blame him for it. 

A black eye, furious scratches on his neck, a trail of bruises through his jaw until they reached his cheekbone, and some bleeding knuckles. The look on his face was exhausted, overwhelmed and overcome with the situation, and you felt like crying when you saw him. He looked at you on the edge, both of exploding and of tears. 

"JJ, baby," you got up from the bed and took his hand in yours. He was as cold as a dead body and your own body temperature dropped ", I'll clean you up, 'kay?"

In silence, because he felt he would start crying if he talked, JJ nodded and let you drag him to the bed. While you searched for the first aid kit, he watched your moves while bouncing his left leg to relieve his anxiety. 

You sat down next to him once you had the kit in your hands, and gently caressed his hand, taking him by surprise and making him look at you.

"Cool, okay?" you muttered gently, to calm him down "You're safe with me now, J"

Again, he nodded in silence. Once his leg stopped bouncing so fast you started cleaning his wounds. You began with his knuckles, red, bloody and hurt. Then went up to the scratched on his neck, and jaw, ending on his lip, tearing him softly so it wouldn't hurt that bad. He still whined, whimpered, gasped, and sobbed until he broke down in tears, right after you had gotten up to take some frozen peas to sooth his multiple bruises and his black eye. Hearing JJ sob loudly made you stop right on your feet and turn around to look at him, your heart aching when you saw him hurt like that. 

"I'm so sorry, J" you murmured, forgetting about the frozen peas and walking towards him. 

You kneeled in between his legs and rested your head on his thigh, your hand going up to make his and lock your fingers together. He sobbed louder. 

"I'm sorry-" he tried to say, but another son came and cut him off. 

You shook your head "Is not even your fault, babe. You shouldn't be going through this and I'm so sorry you are"

JJ looked into your eyes, tears mindlessly rolling down his cheeks. His eyes asked for a hug, and you sat next to him in the bed and threw your hands around him, holding him close to your chest and body. 

"I'm okay" JJ whispered, nodding with his head, trying to convince himself about it. 

"It's okay if you're not, J," you whispered back, the hand that wasn't squeezing tight his went up his hair to caress his golden locks, which always calmed him down ", but you'll be. I know you'll be"

JJ Maybank x Reader: Of course I'm flirting with you.

Words: 1210

Warnings: probably swearing and attitudes

Reader's pronouns: Pretty sure it's not mentioned.

Summary: JJ talks to Y/N in the middle of class, with unknown intentions.

Author's note: trying to make jj a bit more awkward that usual is my favorite thing to do. enjoy this short fic! criticism is appreciated and request are open! hit that anon button and send me your ideas!

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Mister Sunn hadn't come to school today, but he had given the substitute teacher some work you had to finish before the class ended. The substitute teacher, so innocent and not knowing how to handle teenagers in their senior years, was convinced by them to let them not hand in the work and allow them to take their phones and listen to music while they worked. 

You were doing your work, you knew Mister Sunn would anyway ask for it the next day of school and you didn't want to be in detention for an hour. Leaned against the table and headphones in, you weren't listening to those vividly talking around you, and you wouldn't have taken your earbuds off if it wasn't for someone patting your shoulder. 

You were already imagining who was requesting your attention: annoying, handsome and cool JJ Maybank had been sitting on your right for less than a week and he was already stressing you out. He came to class more often than you had expected, but he made you nervous. It wasn't exactly because he was attractive, that was in too though, it was more how he acted. JJ laughed when he wasn't supposed to, his commentary about the lessons were constant and sometimes not really funny, he was always accidentally dropping his pen and he never answered correctly to the questions teachers asked him. It got on your nerves, but you had to remind yourself almost constantly there were people more annoying and worse than JJ pretty boy Maybank.

It was certainly him who had tapped your shoulder, you knew when you turned to face him, taking your right earbud off so you could hear him say something that wasn't going to be smart at all, because he had that idiotic smirk of his on his lips, the one he had every time he was going to say something stupid. 

"What?" you forced out when he just stared at you, not saying anything and still grinning. 

"You're the only one who is actually doing anything" he commented, glancing at the notebook on your desk. 

You raised your brow at him "You're very perceptive, Maybank, aren't you?" 

"Indeed," he chuckled, a hand going through his hair and ruffling it. What was that supposed to mean? ", but why?" 

"Why what?" 

JJ scoffed impatiently "Why are you doing shit instead of doing what everyone else is doing?" 

"Because," you noticed how your voice sounded like you were defending yourself. You forced yourself to calm down before continuing. JJ wasn't attacking you ", I'll have to do this sooner or later, so I'm just using my time right" and then, you mumbled more to yourself than for him "And sometimes doing what the crowd does is not smart" 

"Stupid decisions have good out comes all the time" he shot back, grinning, letting you know he had heard the last part. 

You raised your eyebrow at him "Let me guess. You said that, didn't you?" 

"Why are you so meanie to me, Y/N?" he teased, his smile not dropping. 

You rolled your eyes, turning your face to the other side to continue doing the assignment Mister Sunn had left you all. You heard how he moved his chair closer to yours, and felt how he moved closer to you in general. When you turned your head to figure what he was doing, you found him so close to you you had almost crushed your lips against your cheek. You hadn't, though, and he only glanced at you for some seconds before continuing to look at something in your paper. 

"What now?" you muttered, heat slowly coming to your cheeks because of what could have almost happened. It would have certainly been awkward, no doubt about it. 

"I like your handwriting," he said, smiling a bit. 

"Are you trying to copy my homework?" 

"No- For the love of God, relax, Y/N," JJ scoffed, looking at you like you had insulted him. His gaze quickly softened, though ", I'm just tryna talk to you. You know, establish some conversation? Socialize? Does that sound familiar to you?" 

"Whatever, JJ," you murmured. You watched from the corner of your eye how he searched for something on his school bag "What are you doing?" 

"Don't we have to do an assignment for the end of the term in pairs?" JJ asked, like it was obvious. 

He was right. Mister Sunn had let that assignment drop out of his mouth on one of those week's classes, saying also the pairs wouldn't be made by him. 

You watched how JJ took a notebook, probably the only notebook he had for school, from his school bag and ripped a page out of it. JJ watched around him before again leaning in against you, to take your pen from your hand. He scribbled down some numbers on the piece of paper, and then handed it over to you with an annoying smile on his lips. 

"What is this?" you said, not taking the paper. 

"My number, duh," he said, rolling his eyes, his smile still on his face. JJ's hand got closer to yours, so you would take the paper ", so you can text me about the assignment" 

You couldn't help but let out a chuckle, that made him smile even more. You looked surprise and for the first time, JJ had achieved the goal of making you not be so defensive to him. 

"Who says I'm doing the assignment with you?" 

JJ raised an eyebrow. He looked around, and then stared back at you "Well, I'm the closest person you have in the classroom. So I thought..." 

"Mister Sunn didn't say anything about the pairs having to be sitting together in class" 

"Well, whatever," slowly, JJ looked more defeated than he should have. His hand was still handing you the piece of paper, but with less confidence ", are you gonna take it or not? My arm's getting tired here" 

You looked at the piece of paper, again reluctant and defensive. What could go wrong? To his surprise, because he was already thinking you wouldn't take the paper, you took it and nodded. 

"Fine, I'll do the assignment with you" 

"Great" JJ smiled at you, wildly. He watched how you put the piece of paper in your pocket "And maybe I could buy you a coke whenever we're done with that assignment?" 

In utter surprise, you looked at him. JJ's smile was sweet, charming and confident, like it didn't take any of his courage to say things like that all the time, to anyone. But a hint of nervousness shone slightly on his eyes, betraying him and letting you know that maybe that was more real than what it could look like. 

You frowned "Are you... flirting with me?" 

"God, you're really really bad at hints," he chuckled lightly, his smile growing wider because he found it genuinely funny how clueless you were. JJ looked even prettier when he laughed ", of course I'm flirting with you. Is it working?" 

Something happened, because you couldn't control your face or its reactions, and your lips showed him the nice smile he was hoping for "Just maybe" 

"So what you say? We go on that date or not, Y/N?"

THE GIRL IN THE SOCKS ON THE ROOF - JJ Maybank

Summary: save my life and i'll save yours, pretty boy. In the coastal paradise of Outer Banks, Y/N teeters on the edge of the rooftop in socks, drowning in despair, and there's Papa JJ appearing in her life like an angel.

"'Cause it's too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater."

Warning: female!reader, triggering themes (mental health struggles, including references to self-harm, depression, or suicidal thoughts and acts), alcohol, drug, weed, swearing, etc., this will angsty as shit and fluffy, do not read if you don't want to! you have been warned, let me know what you think!

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JJ has no idea that he had saved a life.

well, he never believed such a thing, never believed that he was this special to think twice that the person he saved will do anything to pay him back.

And that person was Y/N, the girl in socks on the roof of a building, a tall one.

It was a summer night, the night of the Fourth of July, an hour away from the fireworks starting and here was the handsome blond walking out of the store with few beers and snacks with Sarah Cameron by his side.

Yelling echoed around the neighborhood, and the two blondes turned towards the sound, a man running after a very gorgeous girl in shorts, a top and some socks.

No flipflops, or sandals, just black socks, running down the streets and busy looking behind to notice JJ and Sarah standing there watching in pure confusion until she bumped at him.

"YOU DIRTY LITTLE BITCH COME BACK HERE!" The man yelled and Y/N picked up the bags of snacks he held, apologizing and handing them to him in panic.

Eyes wide with tears covering them, wild hair like she was electrocuted, chest going up and down rapidly, she met Sarah's eyes and shot her the most heartbreaking smile.

"I am so sorry," she turned to JJ, meeting his pretty eyes that watched hers in concern, god she was beautiful, he has never seen someone this gorgeous even in the state of panic.

Before he could even open his mouth to respond, she continued running, she was very fast, legs moving in a speed of light, everytime her feet landed on the ground, pain rushed through her veins.

Adrenaline pumping, the summer night breeze slapping her cheeks left and right, she could feel Sarah Cameron's eyes on hers and the handsome boy whom she bumped into.

As they climbed the Twinkie, JJ's mind not once left the girl who disappeared five minutes ago, he knew who she was, well... he saw her in a few parties, standing there with a drink in hand talking to one pogue mostly.

"I feel like I saw her before," he whispered turning to Sarah who watched in slight worry as the man ran past them with so much hatred in his eyes, a murderous look that scared her.

"That's Y/N, sweetest Kook with apparently a rough life," she replied wincing as another curse left Mister L/N's lips, a frown on her face, JJ's hand was on the steering wheel, feeling a sudden protectiveness towards the girl who bumped into him.

It looked like she had a rough life, especially when she was running in only socks with a man chasing behind her, his eyebrows almost touched and he watched the man in disgust.

He reminded him of his dad... but oh he didn't know that he was basically his dad's twin brother.

"God I hope she doesn't get caught by Mister L/N," she whispered in worry, guilt eating her alive and once JJ started to drive, he looked around in hope to find her.

Nothing.

"It's the fourth of July..." spoke Sarah again, and his mind went back  to Y/N's eyes... brimmed with tears reminded him so much of his, he really wanted to know the reason why she was in that state.

And the second time he saw her was on the roof of a building, John B has sent him again to buy fireworks to light on the beach, but then something caught his eyes.

Someone.

The moonlight shone down on her, black shorts, white top, hair flying everywhere thanks to the wind, black socks, she stood on the edge of the roof staring ahead, the moonlight kissing her skin and making hear tear glisten like diamonds, what the fuck.

Without thinking twice, he sprinted up the stairs, ignoring that it was a building with people living in it, rich people that would knsult him idf they saw him in, he raced up the stairs, boots clapping against the ground as he grabbed the railing for support trying not to trip

He never ran so fast, worry ate him alive as he ran in the speed of light.

Opening the door to the roof with all his force he rushed to the girl just as her feet lifted and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back to his chest.

She gasped in surprise, her tear-streaked face turning towards him. For a moment, time stood still as their eyes locked. JJ could feel the rapid thumping of her heart against his chest, matching the adrenaline rushing through his own veins.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and relief, he turned her around and watched as she looked into his eyes, body shaking with a combination of fear and exhaustion.

"You don't have to do this. You're not alone."

She studier him with glossy eyes, watched as he pushed away her hair from her wet cheeks and cupped her cheeks as if he knew her for years.

At his words she collapsed in his arms, clinging to him tightly, as if holding on for dear life, he wrapped his arms around her as tightly and ran his hand down her hair.

He wasn't used to giving hugs, felt awkward when someone gave him one ir he did, but he hugged her, the weight of her struggles and pain was palpable, and in that moment, JJ understood that there was so much more to her story than what he had glimpsed before.

"Grab my hand," she did as told, hand trembling as he gently guided her away from the edge, leading her to a safer spot on the rooftop.

She slipped down the wall, wrapping her arms around herself tightly ss the breeze got rough, then JJ sat beside her, forgetting his task and what he was supposed to buy.

They sat down together, the distant sounds of fireworks starting to fill the night sky, but not the Outer Banks yet, in 10 minutes, JJ's heart raced as he tried to find the right words to say, wanting to offer comfort and support to this girl he barely knew.

He turned to her, taking off his red hat and ruffling his blond hair, "sup, I'm JJ," he finally said, his voice soft but steady and she chuckled at his words, "And you...you don't have to face this alone. Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude, she sniffled, wiping away the tears that continued to stream down her cheeks.

"Sup, I'm Y/N..." she whispered, her voice barely audible as she pulled her knees closer to her body, staying silent for a minute gnawing at her lower lip, she spoke again, "Thank you, for saving my life and...being there when no one else was."

JJ's heart ached at her words. He couldn't fathom how someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as Y/N could feel so alone and unloved.

He pulled out the lighter and played with it for a few seconds, "I don't know what you've been through, but I want you to know that Papa J, is here for you, no matter what. You deserve to be surrounded by people who care about you."

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears once again, but this time they were tears of relief mixed with a glimmer of hope. She had never expected a chance encounter with JJ to lead to this moment of genuine connection and understanding.

But she blinked away the tears and smiled at him brightly, sitting by his side, her shoulder pressed to his as they stared ahead, "I'll make sure to keep that in mind, Thank you, Papa J," a smile that showed his dimples appeared and she felt herself go warm.

"You know what will make you feel better?" He suddenly spoke standing up and slapping his butt to get rid of the dirt, she looked up at him in confusion, wondering what will make her feel better.

"What?"

JJ smiled down at her brightly like a Cheshire cat, "light some fireworks on the beach, smoke weed, drink beers," he suggested putting his hand in front if her to take.

She stared at his hands for a hot second, glancing at the edge of the roof that she almost fell from and then back at him, she never drank alcohol or even had a puff of smoke, breaking the rules sounded like a good idea at the moment.

"why not." She put her hand on top of his watching him hold it carefully, gently, his rings cold and sending a shiver down her spine.

He lifted her and glanced down at the socks, "damn don't your feet hurt?" She laughed softly and followed his eyes down, "they are hurting now, like a bitch." He nodded in response and they walked towards the stairs, hand still in hers.

Her eyes went back to the edge of the roof again, but JJ blocked her path and pushed the door for her, "after you, be careful not to slip, I almost did with my damn boots." She rolled her eyes but grinned at him.

"You're the clumsy one."  She replied making him roll his eyes and gasp dramatically, pretending to faint while doing so, it made her laugh.

She had a gorgeous laugh, contagious that it made him laugh as well, he wondered why a girl like her would even think of trying to leave this world.

He wanted to ask, but no. This wasn't the right moment.

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He handed her his scandals (which led to her saying that his feet were bigger than her face) and called John B to apologize and explain what happened while she was looking for slushy flavors.

Then they went to the beach, watched the fireworks, drank beers, and shared weed, one after the other, placing her lips right where his were, he taught her basic surf tricks, and he did everything to make her forget about the troubles filling her mind.

And it worked.

They laughed, and they talked for hours, sharing stories, dreams, and even their deepest fears, water was reaching her thighs as she watched the colorful explosions in the night sky.

She was high and watching the sky have multicolor stars with so much awe, her eyes glossy and her hand waving underwater, and JJ admired.

Every single feature, the way she watched the fireworks and stood by his side, hair wild and crazy, speaking her mind in a way he never thought anyone would do so, wearing only her bikini top and shorts.

How can a person high till cloud 9 speak like that? He thought, "I mean, that's the thing, Lana Del Rey once said..." She put her finger up, swallowing, "Live fast, die young, be wild, and have fun. That’s my motto, but my dad did everything to not give me my freedom, everything, and believe it or not this is the first time I felt happy."

JJ knew what it was like, it was the same for him, his dad was a fucking asshole and everyone knew it, they all blamed that man's crime on him, and he hated that she had the same problems.

"I think we need to get out, you're way too high baby," he spoke with a laugh grabbing her waist and starting to make his way out of the water.

"oh come on I'm trying to be emotional here! Wait- did you just call me baby?" she asked grabbing his wrist, slurring over her words.

JJ chuckled, his heart warming at Y/N's playful reaction. He had been so caught up in the moment that he had let slip a term of endearment without even realizing it.

But now, with her intoxicated state bringing out her candidness, he found himself unable to hide his smile.

"Yeah, I did call you baby," he replied, his voice teasing, "It just slipped out. But you know what? I think it suits you."

Y/N's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing her face. "Oh really? And why is that?" he couldn't respond instead raised his eyebrow at her, showing his cute dimples that made her smile even more brightly.

"I will not tell you." and next thing he knew she pulled him deeper in the water and pulled him along, pushing him with her in, his hand wrapped around her waist to not lose her and water surrounded them.

them swimming around one another, the light coming from the moon and fireworks the only thing brightening their surroundings, all euphoric. As their eyes locked underwater, JJ felt a surge of anticipation, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in the watery depths.

They swam closer and closer, her hair moving around her like a mermaid, he watched as the multicolor lights flashing kissed her skin, eyes twinkling like pearls.

As they swam closer, their bodies gracefully gliding through the liquid medium, time seemed to slow down. Every movement, every touch, was heightened by the magical atmosphere surrounding them. The water embraced them, caressing their skin and amplifying the intensity of their connection.

Y/N has never seen such a beautiful person like JJ, his blonde hair shimmered like strands of liquid gold, framing his face in a way that accentuated his angelic features, ocean eyes watching her in a way no one did, it made her blood run hot even underwater, his muscles twitching as he moved.

God, he was beautiful....

He was angel. That's it, he was an angel sent from heaven to save her from the roof and make her life worth living for.

Their faces drew closer, the space between them narrowing with each passing second, but just as her lips were about to brush against his, doubt crept into JJ's mind. 

He hesitated, like he always did, his thoughts momentarily overpowering the weird feelings he felt in that moment. He withdrew slightly, his hand releasing its grip on her waist.

His wide eyes met hers, and for a moment, the silence between them was deafening, she hesitated as well, confused as to why he did in the first place, but never going to question it.

Maybe he didn't feel comfortable, she thought, JJ's mind raced, questioning the wisdom of his decision, too risky, she's high and probably won't remember by tomorrow- JJ calm the fuck down.

He hated himself for hesitating but he had no choice, she grabbed his shirt and swam back up with him to the surface, JJ followed, cursing himself for letting his doubts cloud the moment, for allowing fear to guide his actions. 

But deep down, he knew he couldn't ignore the nagging thoughts that had caused him to retreat.

Y/N, for her part, seemed to accept the situation without questioning it. Her silence spoke volumes, leaving JJ with a mix of relief and regret, as they resurfaced, the world above the water greeted them with its own set of distractions. 

The sounds of laughter and music filled the air, the festivities of the night continuing as if nothing had happened below the surface. Y/N's wide eyes met his again, searching for answers that he couldn't provide.

JJ gave her a weak smile and her, perceptive as ever, returned his smile with a gentle nod, and just before she started to swim back to land, he spoke with a high pitched voice to not make her go.

"me and my friend want to become Kooks, looking for gold, anything that will make us rich, when this world will become gentle with us, I'm gonna get a new board. I'm gonna deck it out, and I'm gonna go on a surf trip. Ride, whatever the waves take you, you know?" he said watching her stop and turn back around.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she listened to his plans, his determination shining through despite the uncertainties of their current moment.

Dreams do save lives after all.

"Do you have your passport, pretty boy?" she asked with a laugh at his determination, it made his hammering heart slow down, and relief wash over him as he thought she was mad at him at first.

"Hell no, I don't got a passport, Kookiest thing ever." he replied making her laugh even harder, throwing her head back and staring at the sky, her laughter echoing through the water and bringing a sense of lightheartedness to their conversation.

“You definitely should do that, that’s a real dream, surf trip, I believe in you,” she said with a chuckle, starting to swim towards the rock where they kept their stuff hidden just in case someone might steal them, gesturing him to come along.

“you’re saying that like I will do it alone,” he said lifting himself up and out of the water, wrapping the towel he had in the Twinkie around her and grabbing his stuff, “well you will do it with your friends, not alone,” she replied wrapping the towel tighter around her, putting on her sandals.

JJ grabbed their stuff and walked out of the rock, offering his hand so she wouldn’t slip, “and you,” he replied making her smile and glance back at him, "me? So I'm a Pogue now?" she asked teasingly ruffling her hair with the towel.

"Well, I am your friend, you like adventure, saving animals and the sea, you don't hate us, I think you are born a Pogue, besides we could really use your help to become rich," he said shrugging while opening the door to the van.

washing her feet to get rid of the sand she climbed in the passenger seat, towel still tight around her, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Well, if being a Pogue means embarking on thrilling escapades with you and running from cops, count me in," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

"deal."

and she did become one, helped them find the gold by stealing maps from her father's office, and became a sister to almost everyone, Kiara didn't trust her which was fine, but she didn't hate her either.

Besides she understood what it was like, JJ had stayed by her side for the rest of the time, she was on his, she saved him in many ways, the jacuzzi night, she held him, they ran from cops, she stole for him, for them, got in trouble as well and she was loyal.

That way she cried with him that night when she found out what Luke did to him was the same thing her father did to her, cried with him, and held him at the same time, they were both broken after all.

The night she tried to end her life was the night she met JJ Maybank and he saved her in every way a person can be saved, she stayed the night in John B's house, on the couch, her head to JJ's.

everyone was already asleep, both of them damp after their night swim.

"I see you," he suddenly whispered, the light buzzing from god knows where filling the silence along with the crickets, for a second he thought she had fallen asleep since no answer came from her, "and?" she asked a hot minute, tilting her to the side.

His scent filled her nostrils and made her tensed shoulders relax instantly, "you wouldn't have jumped." he replied staring at the ceiling, his blonde hair falling over his eyes.

JJ's whispered words hung in the air, the weight of their meaning sinking in. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she processed his statement, his words cut through the darkness, reaching deep into her soul, and touching upon a truth that she had kept hidden for so long.

"God knows what would've happened if you weren't there," she whispered staring at the ceiling with tears blurring her vision, she played with the shell charm of his bracelet.

"but I'm glad it was you," her voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it, and when he spoke his voice was as soft as a feather, "I'm glad too," he had said and then she felt her blood run hot, cheeks turning rosy.

and with that, they both fell asleep, her finger hooked around his bracelet and his finger drew patterns, their faces so close at the edge of the couch, her head to the right and his to the left, noses almost bumping.

Their breaths synchronized, her scent mixing with his creating the most intoxicating perfume that ever existed, peace washing over them as they slept close to one another, safe from any trouble.

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They fell in love, and they hesitated to tell one another, like the night they hesitated to kiss, there was a palpable tension that's for sure, even the blind could sense it.

But the day she realized that one day she will stop hesitating was in the boat when he fell off it.

"Clear." 

He whispered and Y/N walked away with JJ following behind her, a man suddenly appeared in front of her making her call out for the pretty blonde, "JJ..." "of course, there's more of you..." he said pulling out a machete, "get down on your knees," he ordered and JJ grabbed the girl by the waist pulling her back as soon as the man stepped towards her. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen." with that, he charged at the girl who ducked immediately, JJ punched the man and pinned his arm, and Y/N kicked him right in the crotch before with the door to the emergency power locker supply.

Y/N ran towards the railing calling out for the Routledge boy, "JOHN B!" she yelled not even noticing the man approaching her from behind, JJ's eyes widened in horror as he called out for the girl.

"Y/N!" she turned around, eyes on the weapon that went flying towards her, she moved away but it sliced her arm making her wince in pain, "Y/N!" he called again in worry.

Eberhimi lifted his machete and JJ caught his wrist, grabbing him from behind, and elbowing the younger boy in the stomach, he swung at Y/N who caught his wrist and grabbed her collar, her head went to the side and the end of the weapon went right to JJ.

Her eyes widened in terror as JJ fell off the boat into the water, she bit Eberhimi's wrist before grabbing the hand that held the machete, twisting it, and she slammed his head against the glass before the wall.

And with that, he fell to the ground unconscious, Y/N ran towards the edge and called out for JJ whose face was on the water, "JJ!" she called loud enough for Outer Banks to hear.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the boy, she climbed the edge and her demons immediately consumed her, panic gripped her as memories of her own pain and struggles flooded her mind, the night she was standing on the edge.

the same feeling she felt during the fourth of July threatening to overwhelm her, she didn't do it, yet here she is standing on the edge once again.

But she knew she couldn't let fear paralyze her. She had to act. She will step off the edge, god she hoped the water wouldn't turn to solid rocks and kill her immediately, as a payback for not doing it that night

Either you face it or JJ dies. she thought.

With her heart pounding and her mind filled with a mixture of terror and determination, Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly before stepping off the edge. 

The air rushed past her, and for a split second, she felt weightless, suspended between the fear of the unknown and the hope for a different outcome.

As she descended towards the water, her mind raced with thoughts of what awaited her below. Would the water be a lifeline, cradling her safely in its embrace? Or would it become a cruel reminder, punishing her for the choice she didn't make before?

It was too deep, way too deep, she wasn't that good at swimming either, her feet touched the sand for fuck's sake that night because she was scared!

"JJ!" she screamed swimming towards him, turning the boy around she wrapped her arm around his waist, trying to keep them both afloat. 

Her heart was racing as she struggled to keep her head above water, tried to fight her own demons that gripped her hair, feet, and everywhere and pulled her, "Please wake up JJ," she pleaded, her voice choked with tears and water that started filling her lungs, "I need you." she begged.

"JJ, stay with me." she called pushing his pretty blonde hair out of his face as she slapped his cheek gently, "J, please. Please!" she exclaimed louder this time.

Y/N's arms were growing tired, and she was struggling to keep JJ's head above water, his entire body leaned against hers desperately.

She could feel herself slowly drowning, but she refused to let go of him. Kicking and trashing around, moving her legs in fast motions, looked nothing like swimming, but kept her head a little above. She moved her legs around at a rapid speed to keep them both afloat, her heart was pounding in her chest, and she was gasping for air, her eyes burning from the salty water.

"Hang on, JJ," she said, her voice shaking. "We'll make it through this together." Despite her fear and exhaustion, Y/N continued to fight, determined not to let JJ go.

she leaned her head against his, his entire head leaning on her shoulder, "John B's coming, John B's coming." she whispered hoping he could hear her, mostly to herself, so she doesn't give up and let her demons take her.

The world really was against her huh?

Y/N was growing weaker by the second, her arms and legs were aching, and she could feel her muscles going numb. 

She slowly leaned back, her eyes growing heavy as she struggled to stay conscious, "JJ," she called his name a thousand times, her voice barely above a whisper, "Stay with me, please." 

Y/N knew she was fighting a losing battle, she did everything she could to stay awake and not let the water take her. 

She squeezed him tightly, feeling his body grow heavier in her arms, despite the pain and exhaustion trying to take over, and dominate, she stayed awake until help arrived.

until John B. arrived.

"JOHN B! HELP!" 

Y/N's lungs were burning, and she could feel the water going into her mouth as she called out for help.

"Help!" she shouted, her voice hoarse, "Please, John B help us!" she could feel herself slipping away, her body growing numb as the water enveloped her. 

She coughed and sputtered, the taste of salt water filling her mouth, but even as she struggled to breathe, she refused to let go of JJ.

She held him tightly, her arm wrapped around him so tightly, doing everything she could to keep him above water, even pushing him slightly above her even if it resulted in her being underwater.

"Hang on, JJ," she said, her voice shaking, "Just a little longer. John B is coming." Despite the overwhelming odds against her, Y/N continued to fight, her legs moving rapidly as if she never swam in her entire life, determined to stay alive for JJ's sake.

Y/N sobbed against JJ's neck, her tears mixing with the salt water, "I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling from the cold and fear, "I'm sorry. I should've been hit." 

She felt guilty and responsible for JJ's injuries, and the weight of it was unbearable. 

The water felt like it had hands, pulling her down and dragging her away from JJ. But she clung to him, her grip growing tighter as she fought against the current. 

Soon enough, John B appeared and the pogues called out for their friend, "NO! No! No!" exclaimed John B stopping the boat and reaching for his best friend, his brother, and his family.

Y/N couldn't hear her friends calling out for her. She was lost in her own world, struggling to keep her head above water.

As soon as she felt JJ's weight slip away from her, safe and in the arms of her best friend, she let the water take her. 

She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper, the darkness closing in all around her.

It wasn't until she felt the strong hands of Sarah, John B, Pope, and Kiara grabbing her and lifting her from under the water that she opened her eyes, gasping for air. 

She clung to them tightly, using their strength to lift herself up and out of the water. She was shaking and disoriented, but she was alive.

 "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Thank you for saving me." with that, she looked around for JJ, and her heart sank to her stomach when she saw him lying motionless in the lifeboat.

She crawled towards him, her hands shaking as she reached out to slap his cheek, "Wake up, JJ," she pleaded, her voice choked with emotion.

"Please, wake up!" But JJ remained still, and Y/N felt a sense of panic rising in her chest, no, he can't die. 

she knew that she had to do something to help him, so she began slapping his chest, trying to get the water out of his lungs, her friends surrounded her with worry and fear rushing through their veins.

Only Y/N calling and begging him to wake up boomed around them. "Come on, JJ, you can do this. Get up!" she said, her voice quivering badly, she was always a tough person with no fear in her eyes, and now they could see the pure anger and worry in them.

"Don't leave me like this." Y/N continued to work on JJ, refusing to give up even as her arms were limp and her eyes were blurry.

JJ suddenly sat up, coughing and spluttering, water coming out of his mouth.

He looked around, disoriented, and saw John B smiling down at him, "Welcome to the land of the living, dude," John B said, his voice filled with relief. "No CPR needed, huh?"

He didn't respond, instead, his eyes landed on Y/N's hand on his chest, and then on her tear-streaked face.

 He sat up, feeling the weight of what had just happened hit him, his tensed muscles dropped at the sight of her like this, "Hi," she greeted, her voice hoarse and filled with relief.

"'sup?" he added teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Everyone laughed, and Y/N smacked him before pulling his head towards her chest and hugging him tightly. 

She cried silently and kissed his forehead repeatedly, whispering, "Oh, darling, oh JJ, I thought I lost you."

JJ hugged her back, burying his head in the crook of her neck, "I'm here," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." He held her tightly, feeling her warmth and her love envelop him.

For a moment, everything else faded away, and all that mattered was Y/N and JJ, together and alive, that was also the day they both realized they were really in love.

"What the hell happened?" JJ asked, reaching to touch his wound, but Y/N slapped his hand away, replacing it with a piece of fabric.

"The blunt end of a machete," replied Cleo, her voice filled with concern, "Machete?" JJ asked a hint of pride in his voice, "The blunt end. Next time, duck," Y/N said, nodding at Cleo before turning to glare at JJ.

JJ chuckled, wincing slightly at the pain in his side. "I'll try to remember that next time," he said, his voice laced with humor, "Thanks for the save, Y/N."

Y/N shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You saved me, I save you," she said, her eyes softening as she looked at JJ, "I couldn't let anything happen to your dumbass."

JJ smirked, but then he suddenly fainted dramatically, his body falling back onto the boat.

Y/N gasped and rushed to his side, checking his wounds, "JJ, JJ, are you okay?" she asked, her voice full of worry, suddenly, JJ's eyes snapped open, and he grinned up at her. "Gotcha," he said, laughing.

Y/N rolled her eyes in vexation, but she couldn't help but smile, "You're such a drama queen," she said, shaking her head in amusement.

JJ sat up, wincing slightly at the pain in his side, "What can I say?" he said, his voice filled with humor. "I like to keep you on your toes." she looked at JJ in pure annoyance, raising an eyebrow, "I can throw you back, you know," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

JJ grinned, knowing full well that she would never actually do it. "You won't," he said, his voice teasing.

But then Y/N gave him a glare that made him wince. "You won't, right?" he asked, suddenly unsure, "if you annoy me, then I will." 

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A/N: this might be one of the most beautiful things I've written along with Fairytale, my Kaz Brekker book which you can check out on Wattpad, my account is: KazBrekker090!

I am in love with JJ, that is it, took a while for me to finish this so please do comment what you think and whether I should write a Part 2 where they kiss? Request anything you wish by the way! and thank you!

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rating things my bf has said to me during seccs | jj maybank x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, jj maybank, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, pure filth 

word count: 1k

a/n: this trend is wild and i love it. i want to make one for every obx character, so let me know who you want to see next!!

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okay so imagine jj knows you as this kinda aloof tomboyish girl but you take him home and fuck him in the frilliest baby blue bed possible

you guard the door with your back pressed against it, ringed hand held tightly around the brass doorknob behind you. "you can't make fun of me," your free hand points accusatorially at the blond's sternum, irises narrowing out of view. "there is going to be absolutely no commentary. no jokes, funny guy, you hear me?"

jj displays his palm in his surrender, licking over drying lips and nodding, using the motion to stop a growing smile. "you got it, sugar. take me home or lose me forever."

your wrist aches with the way you twist at the knob, but the lock clicks open and you welcome the male into your home. "stairs are on the right," the door thuds against its home when you swing it shut again, and chill bites at your toes against the weathered hardwood.

the stairs creak with both of your weights, and your fingers drift over the handle bar that follows the journey of them. a ping pong ball zig zags between your temples when you point at your bedroom, dark without the light and the door slightly ajar. jj fumbles for the light switch before a warm glow chases away the shadows, nipping at its feet until every crevice is swarmed with light. "oh jesus christ."

"what did i say?" you thwack him in the chest with the back of your hand when you shoulder in past him, making for a teddy bear that sits proudly at the head of your bed. "you're not allowed to say anything." you shove the poor stuffed animal under the covers, but jj is too observant to let it go.

he tongues at his cheek, drumming the pads of his fingers against the bureau by the door, brows skyrocketing for his hairline. "no no, nothing... nothing bad, i just.. did not expect this of you. that's all. got a little princess on my hands, don't i?"

the clematis flowers over the white canvas of your duvet are what catch his attention, and he accidentally bites his tongue. "this is the last time you're coming in here, asshole," you muscle out through a laugh, tossing a throw pillow in his direction. "knew you'd react like this. it was a bad idea to even show you were i live."

jj scoffs, shaking his head and catching the tossed item. "oh no, i knew where you lived the second i met you. i've got people."

jj maybank’s hot and confident baddie!gf hcs ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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ꨄ︎ this man is head over heels for you, kissing the ground you walk on type of energy. golden retriever & black cat couple. his friends frequently joke that you wear the pants in the relationship but he doesn’t care about anyone’s opinion— he feels like the luckiest man alive. “i’m her bitch? hell yeah i am.”

ꨄ︎ he feels so proud when you stick up for him, especially against the kooks. he’s ready to fight anyone that disrespects him but before he gets the chance, you’re already putting them in their place. he proudly watches you with the biggest smile on his face, letting you do your thing. “that’s my girl.”

ꨄ︎ doesn’t mind being submissive for you in the bedroom. calls you ‘mommy’ sometimes and lets you take control whenever you want to— it’s so fucking hot to him. he loves it when you praise him while you’re rocking your hips back and forth on his cock, whispering in his ear what a good boy he is.

ꨄ︎ he’s completely obsessed with you. always taking candid pictures of you and setting them as his lockscreen. his instagram page is filled with you as well, whether it’s the two of you together or just you alone. he’s literally your biggest fan and hypeman. “turn your head juuuust a bit to the left mamas, need to get that highlighter on camera.”

ꨄ︎ this man does anything for you. and with anything i mean anything. you ask for it and he will get it, no matter what. “oh, you think that puppy is cute? alright, ma’am. gimme three… maybe four working days and a puppy will be delivered right to your door step.” “j, that’s not wha-“ “sssh, just lemme make my girl happy.”

ꨄ︎ poor baby gets so sad when you get attention from men. he refuses to talk to you for an hour and will pout and sulk all day with his arms crossed. “he totally wanted to fuck you babe” “don’t be stupid, he was the goddamn waiter!” “so? doesn’t mean he didn’t wanna fuck you. did you see the way he looked at you when he served us those burgers?!”

ꨄ︎ you’re very protective of him and you make sure luke won’t ever lay a finger on jj again. jj spends most of his time at your house because he feels so at ease there, but if he needs to grab something from his house, you always go with him. if it escalates, you will have jj’s back before it gets out of hand. "listen, 'cause I'm only gonna say it once. touch him again and you're gonna be in big fucking trouble, got it?”

jj is definitely the type to have a black cat gf and adore the fuck out of her. calls her corny shit like buttercup and cupcake and smears kisses against her scowling face when she gets tired and a little grumpy, even at the whining protests of ‘jayj!’ against his spitslick lips. he loves on her in front of the group despite the fuss he knows she’ll make but inevitably succumb to his irresistible charms (as he puts it).

jj never saves her a seat just so he can tease and tell her to ‘come sit on daddy’s lap, princess.’ (which she will); only to tease her with the nickname in bed the same very night when he’s got her speared open wide on his cock, gasping and whining and grappling for any semblance of purchase against the lean muscle of his torso while he wrings every drop of pleasure he can muster from her aching body.

he knows she loves him when she sidles in close, soft with exhaustion and sleep and snoring against the sharp angle of his jaw, sleep shirt (jj’s tee) half covering the soft swell of her bottom, rucking up when she shuffles to cover more of his body with her own.

he knows she’s temperamental and intolerant, and though that would be enough to steer many guys clear of her, it only reeled him further in.

because all the soft moments are saved for him.

THE COMEBACK — jj maybank

a/n: i don’t like this but i saw an old post of mine based on this idea and i couldn’t get it out of my head so i had to write it down😭(+ lots of domestic jj bc i couldn’t stop myself). i missed dad!jj so much ughhhh

warnings: luke maybank, allusions to past abuse

word count: 2k

pairing: dad!jj x wife!reader

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“J!” You screech as your husband comes up behind you to kiss your neck. “The kids are in the other room!” You remind him, although he doesn’t seem to stop his actions. You’re cooking dinner for your family and for your friends, John B and Sarah, that are coming over for dinner. However, it is difficult to do so when your husband’s hands have become insatiable from the moment he came back from work, always finding an excuse to touch you. His fingers dance along your torso as his lips trail down your neck, a couple of responsive mh’s falling out of his mouth, but you know he’s not listening at all. You’re becoming putty in his hands when a thought stops all of your motions, “Who’s watching the baby?!”

JJ barely moves as he mumbles against your skin, “Mh, I told Noah to watch Ella.” He calms you down, coming to the realization that your older son is making sure that his little sister is okay. Nonetheless, JJ continues his attack and begins to lower one of his hands down your short sundress. “Just wanted to show my wife some lovin’.”

You chuckle at his antics until his hands start approaching your most sensitive parts, causing you to instinctively throw the ladle you were stirring dinner with back inside the pan while your husband smirks against your skin. “Baby!” You squeal. Your own hands come up to hold his in place, but he takes this as an opportunity to kiss up your neck and trap your earlobe between his teeth. You’re about to say something when the sweet voice of your son makes you snap out of it and push JJ away.

“Mommy!” Your six-year-old calls out for you as he enters the kitchen, “When is uncle B coming?”

“Uhm…,” You try to find words after what just happened, clearing your throat as you resume your cooking, “he should be here any second, sweetheart.” You smile at him and hope that he won’t comment on how forced it looks for your thoughts have been completely thrown off by the smirking man beside you. However, as you look at the little version of your husband in front of you, you’re reminded of the other blue-eyed baby in the next room. “J, Ella!”

JJ is fast to run in the living room, “I got her, I got her!” He reassures you as his quick feet take him to your baby girl. Once he comes back inside the kitchen, you see him carrying Ella on his hip as she relaxes against her dad. “Here she is.” He whispers, not noticing the grin on your lips.

JJ turns towards your son, currently sitting on a kitchen stool, “Noah, I told you to watch her. Babies can’t be alone for too long.” He reprimands him.

“But she was fine, daddy.” The little boy tells him, confused as to why it was such a big deal.

Your husband nods, “I know, buddy, and I know that you wouldn’t want her to get hurt but this is for when we ask you to watch her in the future, okay? She could really get hurt if you don’t watch her all the time, alright?”

You almost tear up at the gentleness in his voice, the way he speaks with so much love laced in his voice, choosing his words carefully, it just makes you fall in love with him all over again every time.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Noah apologizes sincerely and causes his dad to softly smile down at him.

“It’s okay. C’mere.” JJ lowers his head to kiss his son’s forehead.

Noah takes advantage of the closeness to leave a gentle kiss on his sister’s cheek. “Love you, Ella.” And just as he says those sweet words, the front door bell rings, making your son jump down his sit and run towards the door. “Uncle B!”

“God, he’s like an earthquake.” JJ chuckles.

Biting down on your bottom lip to stop the incoming laugh, “Reminds me of someone,” You tell him. Your husband looks at you with that mischievous smile of his, that reminds you all too well of your son’s.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the both of you, the person that your child has opened the door to doesn’t resemble John B at all. The grey-haired man looks down at the blond little boy, blue eyes like the sky, and he could tell who he’s related to from a mile away. Bending down to his height, he asks “Hello, where are your parents?”

Noah knows better than to let strangers inside the house, which is why he immediately shouts “Mommy, who is this?”

To say that you sprint towards your son is an understatement. “What is it, honey?” You try to keep your composure in order to not scare the little guy, although you don’t know what’s going on yet — and you wish to have never found out. Luke Maybank. “What — I —“ You choke on your words, but your actions are cautious, instinctively putting space between him and Noah.

“Oh.” The man in front of you lets out as he straightens up. It’s obvious that he’s recognized you and you don’t know wether it’s a good or a bad thing. “Is my son here?”

As he speaks he seems to take a step closer inside your house, and in a panic state, you yell out, “J, baby, can you come here for a second?” Luckily, your words stop Luke, who’s waiting now for his son.

JJ runs to you, Ella still in his protective embrace as he approaches you. “What’s going on?” He asks before his eyes can fall on the man that’s standing at the entrance of your home. His hold automatically tightens on his daughter and he throws a protective arm in front of you. “What are you doing here?” Venom spits from his lips, and he almost can’t believe his eyes.

Chuckling humorlessly, Luke speaks up again “That’s a great way to greet your father, huh?”

“Take the kids and stay inside.” JJ tells you as he hands you Ella and pushes you further inside the protected walls of your loving home.

“J, I don’t like this.” You whisper as you grab the wrist of the arm that’s moving you away from the entrance. You’ve known your husband since what feels like forever; you’ve always been there for him and you know what Luke Maybank is capable of. If there’s one person that you would ever tell JJ not to see anymore is his father: that’s how terrible the situation is.

He takes your hand in his and places a gentle kiss on the back of it, before a smile etches on his features, attempting at reassuring you. “Look at me, princess. It’s okay.” Although it isn’t, but he won’t tell you that.

You nod, unsure, and do as he tells you.

JJ closes the door behind him and faces his father, after years and years of complete silence. “What do you want?”

He shrugs his shoulders, as if his presence at his son’s house is the most natural thing in the world. But that’s not how it works for the Maybank’s. “I didn’t know I had grandkids.”

JJ shakes his head in disbelief and points an accusing finger at him. “Stay away from my family.”

“We’re family.”

The words alone make an unsettling feeling form in his stomach and bile rise up his throat. He doesn’t remember a moment in his life where his father has referred to him as family — except when he needed money from his own son. “No, we aren’t. Leave my wife and my kids alone.”

Luke ignores him, because that’s what he’s always been good at. “I see you have a son. What if he ends up treating you the same way you are treating your old man right now?”

He can’t be serious.

He cannot be serious.

Years and years of disappointments and constant battling, of a loveless father-son relationship, leading to this. “You see, that’s the difference between you and I. I would never lay a finger on my children.” He affirms as his fists close on their own. “Don’t ever talk about my kids again. Get out of here right now.”

“You’re being unfair.”

JJ is about to rebut but the sound of the door behind him opening stops the both of them. “Leave or I will call the police.” You warn Luke while your hand reaches for your husband’s.

He turns to you, hiding the thankful grin that wants to grow on his lips. “Get back inside, baby.”

“No.” You answer firmly. “You come back inside now.”

It is Luke that now interrupts. “We’re talking.”

“And I say you’re done.”

He huffs, an annoyed look upon his features as he takes a step closer. “Control your woman over—“

However, JJ puts his free hand on his father’s chest, stopping him from coming any closer. “Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that.” He squeezes your hand, then continues “You better leave.”

You don’t even give him a moment to answer when you pull your husband inside with you and lead him in your bedroom where you can have a private conversation from your children. As soon as you go to close the wooden door, JJ sits on the bed, his head in his hands as he covers his face.

“Oh, J…” You whisper, heartbroken for him. You lie on the bed behind his sitting figure and bring his attention to you as you pull his arm. “Come here.” And he obliges. Your husband lays his head on your chest and you immediately begin to run your fingers through his hair, just like you know he loves. He hides his face in your neck and holds your body as close to his as possible.

“How can he do that?” He asks softly, and you can hear the pain in his voice, wishing to take it all away. “I feel like I’m sixteen again and all I want to do is run away and hope to never turn out like him.”

Your arms wrap tightly around him as your neck twists to let your lips linger on the side of his head, bringing him as much comfort as possible. “But you did run away, baby, and you’re nothing like him. You’re the best father I could’ve asked for my children and I feel so blessed to share all of this with you. And don’t even let me start on how you’re the perfect husband.” Finally, you cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look up at you, and notice the tears that are threatening to spill out of his eyes. But you’re not done. “You turned out to be the most sensitive, funny, caring, loving man I’ve ever met.”

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” He whispers against your lips, brushing them together and feeling your breath on his mouth.

“I know, baby. And I love you, too.”

Raising his head further, he goes to rest his forehead on yours, completely hovering above you. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

You grin up at him. “I don’t know, did you wish really hard?”

Your words make a chuckle escape from his lips and you swear it’s the sweetest sound. “I can’t believe the way you talked to him. If you weren’t my wife already, I would’ve asked you to marry me.”

You peck his lips, “And I would’ve said yes again.” Your mouths touch once again, coming in for a prolonged kiss this time. “I would say yes a thousand times.”

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Warnings: hooking up with your ex JJ

“Shh, JJ.” You hiss, clamping your hand down over his mouth as you continue to bounce on his cock. Your friends were just in the other room. If they caught you guys hooking up again you’d never hear the end of it. Not to mention the mess with John B from last summer..

“Mmm.” JJ moans behind your hand, his head leaned back against the dresser while you ride him. You weren’t even entirely sure how you’d ended up on the floor in John B’s old room, riding your ex’s cock. Sex seemed to be the only thing you two did right.

“Be quiet or I’ll stop.” You growl, bouncing on the balls of your feet as JJ’s eyes suddenly widen with fear that you’ll follow through on your threat. He mumbles incoherently behind your hand, his body tense beneath yours.

“I’d hate to leave you even more desperate for me.” You taunt, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck and making him growl behind your hand. His own hands tighten on your hips like he’ll keep you from stopping. He starts to thrust up into you again and you have to fight back your own sounds of pleasure. His dick was perfect and so so deep but you were no where close to cumming. This was just for him.

“Be my good boy and cum for me.” You whisper, leaning in so you’re nose to nose. JJ whimpers behind your hand, his fingers biting into your hips even harder as he helps you move.

“Fill me up, JJ. Give me all your cum so I’m dripping—.” His body jerks as his eyes roll back in his head and his orgasm takes over. You watch as his eyelids flutter and your body is flooded with his warmth as he continues to convulse until his hands are urging you to stop your movements. You could almost cum just from watching his orgasm but you’d already been in here for too long.

“Fuck.” JJ mumbles behind your hand, his body lax and his chest heaving with each breath. You lower your hand to lean in and kiss him sweetly on the lips. He tries to deepen the kiss, holding you to him but you pull away.

“Good boy.” You whisper before slowing rising to your full height and letting him see the mess running down your thighs. JJ exhales through his nose, eyes exhausted but pleading.

“You’re cruel.” JJ grumbles, running his fingers up your thighs but you step back, shaking your head.

“Come on, before they come looking.” His cock was still out and half-hard, just begging for more attention but you forced yourself to move to the door on the opposite side of the room.

“Aren’t you going to clean up? You can’t go out there with no panties!” JJ hisses, scurrying to his feet and tucking himself away. Where were your panties?

“I’ll let you punish me later. Maybe.” You wink as his expression darkened. He took a warning step towards you but you were already opening the door. The thought of his jealousy and punishment excited you to no end. He could be mean when he wanted to be.

Fuck the panties.

Love Affair

  Pairings: JJ Maybank x Black Fem! Reader, Pope Heyward x Black Fem! Reader, JJ Maybank x Pope Heyward

Summary: Everyone can see how much JJ and Pope love you, but you can’t.

Warnings: Pet names, kisses, implied smut, fluff, some angst, Poly relationships, and language.

Song for title

 You and I, baby

Maybe we can ride away, baby

You look up at Pope, who was cradling JJ in a tight embrace. JJ looks over at you and smiles. “You feeling lonely over there cupcake?” Your cheeks heat up at the nickname. Pope smiles over and opens an outstretched hand over to you. “Come ‘ere sweetie.” You walk hesitantly over, the boat rushing unevenly. JJ pulls you into him and you giggle. “You’re safe with us princess.” You roll your eyes. “Am I?” “Yup.” Pope says and he and JJ attack you with kisses and you laugh. 

Kie, Sarah and John look over at the both of you with smiles on their faces. “They love each other so much.” Sarah whisper to Kie. “I can’t see those two without her, really. She completes us.” Kie whispers back.

And I just wanna get inside, baby

But I don’t wanna wait forever

JJ kisses up your neck as Pope makes out with you on your right. You were in the middle of a huge euphoric rush. Both boys hands trail your body and they touch your core. Pope breaks away and tilts your head over to them. “Do you actually want to do this?” You nod. “We need to hear words of confirmation pretty girl. We won’t do anything that you don’t want to do.” They look at you waiting. “Yes. I’m ready.” “Baby are you sure? We don’t have to do this right now, we can wait sweetie.” Pope says. You nod. “I trust you both. I know you guys won’t do anything to hurt me.” You say. Pope takes your glasses off and places them on the bedside table and goes back to kissing you.

Scared that I can’t treat you better than her

“Hey, where have you guys been? I’ve been looking all over!” You laugh. “Oh it was crazy! We found some gold! Like seriously!” JJ says and Pope gives him a kiss on the cheek. A pang of sadness hits you and you turn away. “And... no one decided to call me so I can... be there?” You say quietly. Everyone’s faces fall. “Sweetie, we thought you were busy tonight!” Pope says. “You didn’t decide to call me? Neither one of you?” You say in disbelief. You look over at them, and another pang of sadness hits you. Seeing how the close those your boys were, it hurt.”  “Y/n-” Kie says and you hold up your hand. “Its fine!” You say. “I’m going home though.” You try to move past them and Pope grabs your wrist. “Sweetie-” “Don’t touch me.” You say coldly and wrench your grasp away from them, tears filling your eyes.

So when I’m gonna know what I feel inside, baby?

Maybe it’s just all in my head, so

“I don’t know if I love them!” You say exasperated. Your older sister levels a look at you. “You love them. It’s plain in simple. The way that they look at you, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” You smile. “But they love each other more. I’m surprised they haven't broken up with me yet.” Your sister rolls her eyes. “It’s probably all in your head. Those two are in love with you. Maybe just sit down with them and explain your feelings. A poly relationship is hard sissy. I was in one, and trust me, was not any fun.” You smile. “With Topper and Rafe? Sure. Bet you had the best sex of your life huh?” You laugh. Your sister rolls her eyes. “Excuse me, it was AMAZING. Get it right.” You and her laugh loudly. 

“But anyways, just try. It’s apparent that they love you. Hell, Mom sees it, and she doesn’t usually gives two shits about love.” You smile too yourself. “Now come on, let me try this ponytail on your hair, you have the perfect hair texture for it.”

Don’t overthink, this is love

Maybe it’s just a crush

Baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?

You bask in the early morning sun as you feel two arms around you clinging you to them. You stretch out your arms and start to get up but someone pulls you down. “Where are you going?” Pope mutters. “To make breakfast, aren’t you hungry?” You whisper. “Yes... but I don’t want you to leave.” He kisses your neck and nuzzles your sweet spot making you whimper. The love in his eyes as he leans under the covers and kisses your stomach making you laugh. “Where’s my affection, hmm?” JJ mumbles. “Morning Sunshines.” “You want join the tummy kisses?” Pope asks. “Hell yeah!” He goes under the covers, and they start kissing your stomach (JJ blowing raspberries on you) making you laugh and giggle. 

“Stop! Stop!” You giggle, stepping out the bed laughing. Both men cuddle each other, and you smile, that pang of sadness not appearing anymore. “We love you.” They say in unison, and you look down. “Um...” You step into the bathroom and lock the door behind you, and quickly move over to the toilet and start throwing up.

I hope what I feel is enough

Maybe this just lust

Baby is this your love affair, your love affair? Yeah

“You haven’t been hanging out with your friends in a while, and Pope and JJ haven’t been over in a while. Everything okay?” Your Mom asks. You look up from the pillow you buried your face in. “I don’t know Mom. I haven’t a clue.” She runs your hands through your curls. “Well, let’s start with what’s bothering you first.” She says. “I love them. JJ and Pope. So, so much and I, think it’s true love. And they think it’s puppy love, but I just love them so much. And they love me, I just, see that there is love between those two more than me.” You say.

“So, you feel left out of the relationship?” Your Mom says. “Yeah. And I don’t know how to tell them.” You mumble. Your Mom smiles. “Just try baby. I haven’t been in a Polyamorous relationship, but from what I’ve learned, just try. Those two love you, even if you can’t see it.” You smile. “Now, I’m going to work, your sister is at her boyfriend’s, if you are going somewhere-” “Leave a note. Love you!” You say. Your mother smiles and leaves the room. 

I wanna know

I wanna know how to feel, what to feel what’s right

                                                 P4L GROUP CHAT

JB: N/n are you coming to the party tonight? 

                                                                                   N/N: no. don’t really want to.

Kie: what??? you love to party!                             

                                                                                     N/N: not feeling it today.

Smartie: you haven’t been around us in a while, are you okay sweetie?

                                                                                      N/N: i’ve been sick.

Dumb Blonde: do u want us to come over? 

                                                                               N/N: no. i’m fine.

Kook Princess: you sure?

                                                                        N/N: yeah. 

You toss your phone on your bedside table and sigh. “You can’t keep avoiding them N/N. You have to go up to them, and tell them how much you love them. Popee and JJ are probably so fucking confused right now.” You sigh. “But I have to give my fucking feelings in check. I have to break up with them. So I can figure it out my feelings.” Your sister shakes her head. “No. That’s going to hurt you even more.”

“DOES IT EVEN MATTER ANYMORE?” You shout. “I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH BUT I DON’T KNOW IF THEY FEEL THE SAME WAY, I CAN’T AFFORD LOVING TWO PEOPLE SO FUCKING MUCH AND NOT SELF DOUBT!” You shout. Then you sink on the floor and sob. “I-I love them so much and I-” Hard sobs wreck your body. Your sister kneels on the floor and hugs you as you sob into her chest. “I love-” “Shhh. It’s okay, you’re okay. It’s okay. I know you love them. I know.” She rubs your back as you sob.

I never know

‘Cause when it gets real, I just run away and hide from you

From you

From you, ooh, ooh

A storm had hit the OBX the day you had decided to break up with your lovers. How ironic. You knock on the Heyward’s door and Mrs. Heyward opens the door. “Y/n! What are you doing here during a storm? Come inside!” She says. You step in. “I’m going to be quick Mrs. Heyward I promise. Is JJ here as well?” “Yes. Pope insisted on bringing him and was going to send out for you! But what do you mean by quick sweetheart? This is a very dangerous hurricane, bigger than Agatha and the previous!” You smile sadly. “This is more of a bitter visit.” 

You walk up the stairs and knock on the door. JJ opens the door. “Sunshine?” You give a small smile. “We need to talk.” He says and pulls you in Pope’s bedroom gently. You nod. “We don’t understand what’s going on with you. You blocked us, you haven’t been hanging out with us, you clearly aren’t sick, and you haven’t been here. Sweetie what’s going on?” Pope says. 

JJ stands up and walks over to you, stroking your face and looking into your eyes. “You can talk to us, you know that princess. You know that.” You back up from his touch. 

Hot tears start to form at your waterline, but you blink that back. “I’m sorry. Truly. But I can’t... I can’t do this with you both. I can’t feel like a burden shared between the two of you. And I can’t keep doubting that your love for me. Because I love you both so fucking much. Deeper than the Pacific Ocean, The quiet moments, the sweet smiles and the silly jokes: these are the things I cherish most. But I can’t help but doubt it. I don’t believe that you both love me, and I can’t battle with myself anymore. A lot of times I feel left out and-” You let out a sob.

You yank off the necklace that your sister had gotten you three for your first anniversary. “I can’t.” You say. “Y/n-” Pope says standing up. “I’m sorry for wasting your time. I love you both dearly.” “Y/N!” JJ yells. You run out the door and down the stairs and hear two footsteps pummeling down. “Y/N!” They yell.

Lightning cracks as you run outside into the rain and Pope grabs your arm. “Let go of me!” You yell. “YOU CAN’T JUST FUCKING DO THAT!” JJ yells. “YOU CAN’T JUST TELL US THAT YOU’RE BREAKING UP AND NOT LET US HAVE A SAY!” Pope shouts over the thunder. “I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT HEYWARD! I’M A GROWN ASS WOMAN!” You see your sister’s car pulling up by the dock. Pushing out of Pope’s grasp you run to your sister’s car and hop in, and she speeds off, leaving your two lovers in the rain.

So when I’m gonna know what to feel inside, baby?

Maybe it’s just all in my head, so

Two weeks have passed since your breakup with JJ and Pope. You had left the P4L group chat, blocked everyone and just lived in sadness for a while. Did you miss them. Yes. You missed being in the middle of them in bed, you missed the kisses, the intimate moments, the tummy kisses, and you missed your friends. But hey, that’s the price of running away from your lovers- oh sorry, EX-lovers in the middle of a hurricane. 

One afternoon, you were lounging on your bed reading and your sister opens the door. “Yeah?” You ask. “Pope and JJ are here. They said they needed to talk to you. You freeze. “WHY?” You whisper shout. “Probably because of your dramatic breakup scene.” She whispers. “Tell them to get out!” You say. “No. I am tired of seeing you mope around. You are going to spill your guts.”  You groan.

Both boys come into the room, and you look up from your book, glaring at your beaming sister. She shuts the door, and it takes the willpower not to run out of your room. “Y/n.” Pope says. “You should’ve told us how you actually felt. We could’ve talked out.” You look down. “I’m sorry. I- I truly love you both. I was scared of telling you and you both would leave. And because of that, I just felt left out. So, I left. I thought it would be better.” 

“But it wasn’t. Baby, I don’t think you realize how important you are to us. You’re our light, our brightest light in our conjoined tunnel, our everything. Y/n we need you. these two weeks we were spiraling. Hell, everyone was.” JJ says and comes over. “Baby... come back to us please?” He holds the necklace, the middle of the puzzle piece heart that was missing. You nod and Pope walks over and kisses you, firm and loving. JJ pulls your face away from his and kisses you passionately. Then all three of you. 

You hug them. “Don’t you ever pull stunts like that again understand? Pretty girl, you had us scared.” Pope says. “I can’t promise, but okay.” You giggle.

Don’t overthink, this is love

Maybe it’s just a crush

Baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?

I hope what I feel is enough

Maybe this is just lust

Baby is this your love affair, your love affair? Yeah

And I just want a good time

But am I wrong for that? No

Am I wrong for that? No, no, yeah

And is it not the right time?

But what’s the wrong in that, oh?

Am I wrong for that? No, No, so

Don’t overthink this is love

Maybe it’s just a crush

Baby is this your love affair, your love affair?

I hope what I feel is enough

Maybe this is just lust

Baby is this your love affair, your love affair? Yeah

A/N: Hey everyone! I want to apologize for not updating on the I’m his What? Series. I just haven’t had any motivation recently. I’m trying to start your other series  A Love Too Pure, with Mattheo Riddle and a Faerie reader, and I’ve been having ideas for other stuff so I am all over the place. But I love you all and I hope you all are staying safe. I love you all! 

P.S. Also, I know that the song has a much different meaning than my fic. I just like the song and wanted to pair it.

best player, best bet.

pairings. hockey!jj maybank x fem!reader, hockey!rafe x fem!reader

part two of four.

about. jj makes a proposition and reader is unsure

part one, part two, part three

warnings. not my gif, swearing, short chap

ricky rocks. yuh, school sucks ass

“i want to make another bet with you.”

“maybank, you have to be about the dumbest person i know if you think-”

“hold on, hear me out.”

jj had driven you all the way out to north carolina’s end and virginia’s state beginning. the two of you were shoved into a booth across from one another that looked out over the splitting concrete of the parking lot jj had his truck parked in. snow begun to slowly fall and you felt chills crawl up your spine as you thought of the small, but cold snowflakes piling up for winter’s beginning.

jj slid his hot plate of fries toward you. you glanced down at the before looking back up to up to him. he had his forearms pressed against the table, slightly rubbing his finger tips against the sticky green surface, silver ring gleaming in the snowy late afternoon light. his face was slowly clearing from his summer tan despite obx always being sunny and the hair peaking out from beneath his snapback hat was turning darker from its usual sunny blonde.

he always looked good and it made you nervous.

“i know you want the best player award,” he mumbled, “and i know you won’t win it unless i step down.”

you raised your brows, waiting for him to emphasize.

“i’m already set, i know i’ll get a scholarship even without a piece of paper—or trophy that says i’m good,” your lip twitched at the sound of his slight bragging while he now clasped his hands on the sticky table. “you’re good at the game, like really good, but half the scouts are too misogynistic to allow themselves to notice it, y/n.”

your lips were pressed into a thin line, slightly caught off guard by his words despite you already knowing all of this. it was just strange hearing it from his mouth.

“what do you want in return?”

he smiled slightly, glancing down at his hands like he was embarrassed for even asking, “i need a date.”

you inhaled sharply, “to what?”

“ward’s hosting a party, or not so much a party but a get together that’s supposed to reel scouts in for a better chance of me and the team getting offers,” you glanced to the side, suddenly remembering when ward had done the same thing with rafe. it was a complete shit-show due to rafe still being knee deep in his coke addiction. “ward wants me to get a date because it puts out a better image and said it doesn’t matter who just as long as they have a pretty smile and can clean up nice.”

“so you want me... to be your date?” you were taken aback, leaning slightly away from him in your seat.

“you have a pretty smile, don’t you?” you inhaled sharply, causing his smile to increase, “relax, puck bunny, i really only chose you because your ass isn’t so bad to look at.”

you rolled your eyes, now shaken from your slight shock, “alright, asshole-”

“we have a deal or not?”

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“no, no deal,” rafe shakes his head as he scrapes the last of the pork from yesterday’s dinner onto his plate, “you haven’t even ‘repaid’ the last bet, so why add onto your debt?”

you watched him arranged and work around your kitchen while he spoke. your hands were folded and your posture was straight as you thought hard about this. you had left jj with the answer of ‘i’ll think about it’ just as he had dropped you off at home—and of course, you had to question rafe on the situation even as you already knew what his answer would be, which was—

“it’s stupid,” he shook his head once more, “knowing my father, he probably already has a girl lined up for him.”

“oh c’mon,” you slightly popped your lip out as he turned to face you and set his full plate at the island, “do you think they have as pretty as a smile as i do.”

rafe was silent for a minute, examining your face before scoffing in amusement, shaking his head, “don’t start.”

“what?”

“you know,” he shrugged, “i would’ve thought you were smarter than to fall for a guy who calls you pretty like once.”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes before leaning forward on one your elbows, while reaching for one of grapes on rafe’s plate, “why’s ward even throwing this party anyways?”

he shrugged, “your new boyfriends really good, better than me, and knowing my father, he’ll take anything that benefits him. and jj seems to have a benefiting future ahead of him.”

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y/n: deal

jj maybank: ?

y/n: i’ll take your deal, but if you pull anything, i’ll punch you and the deals off

jj maybank: anything for you hockey puck

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