#jj maybank au

[katsu28]

save the day

pairing: firefighter!JJ Maybank x fem!reader 

summary: an AU in which JJ is a firefighter and goes on a rather interesting call (2k)

a/n: my submission for day one of @surftrips obx writing week! unfortunately this is the only day i’ll be able to participate in due to things happening in my personal life right now but definitely check out everyone else participating in the challenge!! <3

Being a firefighter in a big city looked different from day to day. Sometimes it looked like fighting a multi-story blaze engulfing a skyscraper downtown. Sometimes it meant running drills on the apparatus floor all day because the station never got any calls. Sometimes it looked like pulling people out of burning buildings or prying them out of wrecked cars, with the occasional water rescue. 

And sometimes it looked like this—heading out on a call to rescue a cat stuck in a tree. 

JJ liked the unpredictability of it all, the thrill that came with never knowing just quite what he’d be up against when the alarm bells went off. He liked being able to help people when they needed it most. 

At Station P4, they rotated shifts in the ambulance. Today was JJ’s turn to ride the ambo, and he loved it just as much. He flicked on the siren as he pulled out of the driveway, rolling down the driver’s side window to let the breeze whip through his already wild blond curls. 

“Dude, can you at least try to obey some traffic laws?” The man sitting in the passenger seat huffed, gripping the handle beside him a little tighter. 

Pope Heyward was one of JJ’s best friends at the station. They’d come up through the fire academy together and got assigned to different stations at first, but were eventually both assigned to the same one. JJ liked to call it fate that they ended up together in the end, because Pope was one of the reasons why he hadn’t gotten dropped in the early stages of training. 

“That’s the beauty of the siren, my friend!” JJ exclaimed, banking a hard left with a gleeful smile. “Turn and burn, baby!”

The location of the call was fairly close to home, so it didn’t take long to arrive at the scene. JJ pulled the ambo to a stop right before the fire engine did the same, grabbing the jump bag from the back before jogging to catch up with the rest of his fellow firefighters. 

There were seven of them total, each one of them making up the rest of JJ’s closest friends. John B. was the station’s captain, but he never acted like he was above the rest of his crew. Kie was his trusty right hand, and Sarah was on track to making lieutenant in a few months. Last but certainly not least, there was Cleo, the station’s newest addition, a probationary firefighter with spunk for days and a fiery attitude (no pun intended). 

Together they formed what JJ liked to call “the dream team”, working together like a well oiled machine in whatever situation they were thrown into. 

JJ fell into step with Kie, elbowing her playfully. “Ten bucks we’ll get the cat down in under twenty.” 

“Make it under fifteen and you’re on.” 

“Thank god you guys are here!” You exclaimed from where you were standing under a giant oak tree, looking fraught with worry. JJ’s smile faltered for a split second and he nearly tripped over his own boots, too distracted by you. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but if he did, he imagined it would feel something like this. “I tried to get her down, but she kept going higher and I didn’t want her to fall out of the tree and I didn’t think I should go up there so I called you guys! Is that—is that allowed? Does this count as an emergency, can you guys get her down?” 

JJ shook himself out of his daze, opening his mouth to respond, but John B. was faster, offering a more collected reply than JJ probably could in his state. 

“Of course we can get her down, ma’am, you did the right thing by calling. Let us take a look, assess the situation, then we’ll see if we can’t get her down from there safely.” He’d turned his captain’s voice on, the one that made him sound all official and professional and made JJ kind of want to bust out laughing. Now that wouldn’t have been professional at all. 

“Okay, okay, thank you so much,” You breathed, shoulders sagging with relief. The team spread out under the looming tree, peering up into the canopy to locate the cat. One of the highest branches hissed and shook violently, then there she was, a very angry ball of fur with big yellow eyes glaring down at them. 

“Does she normally do this? Climb up trees and not come down?” John B asked, cocking his head. 

“No, she doesn’t, and that’s why I’m worried! She usually never tries to leave the house, but I just opened the door for a second to grab a package and she bolted outside!” 

JJ could tell you were on the verge of panic, and he also noticed the long gash on your arm. 

“Quite a nasty scratch you got there, ma’am. Why don’t we let my friends rescue your feline friend while I check out that wound, yeah?” He insisted, nodding towards the ambulance. You looked apprehensive at first, but he turned on the charm, flashing you a pearly white smile that had you nodding slowly and following him. “Did she scratch you?” 

“Yeah, a little bit when I was first trying to get her down. It’s nothing though, it doesn’t even hurt that much.” 

“Well, I gotta check it out regardless, so if you wouldn’t mind having a seat for me right there.” JJ rummaged through the jump bag for a pair of exam gloves, snapping them on quickly before gesturing for you to give him your arm. You still looked a little uneasy, so he decided to try and lighten the conversation a bit while he examined the scratch running the length of your whole forearm. “I’m JJ. What’s your name?” You told him your name and he repeated it, letting it roll off his tongue easily. He thought it was a really pretty name. Seemed fitting for a pretty girl like you. “And your cat? She got a pretty name too?” 

You pressed your lips into a thin line, looking a little embarrassed now. “Her name’s Porkchop.” JJ cleared his throat, trying his best not to laugh. “It’s stupid, I know—” 

“No, no, it’s not stupid! Porkchop is a very distinguished name. My great uncle’s nickname was Porkchop, and he was pretty cool.” The cut on your arm was long, but shallow and pretty clean, no excessive bleeding or anything else that would suggest a need to take you to the hospital for further medical examination. He grabbed a few supplies that he needed to wrap the wound, spreading them out between the two of you. 

“Is that a joke?” 

“Uh…yeah, it was a joke,” JJ admitted sheepishly, cheeks flushing pink. “It wasn’t a very good one now that I think about it.”

“Is this your way of trying to keep me calm?” 

“It’s…an attempt. Is it working?” 

Your mouth quirked up into a small smile. “Yeah, it is.” 

“Good. I’m glad. Because I gotta clean your cut, and it’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker.” He said solemnly. You shifted in your seat, eyeing the cleaning solution in his hand nervously. “You can hold my hand, if you want.” He added, propping your arm up on his knee to free up his other hand. 

He wasn’t expecting you to take him up on his offer, but you reached for him immediately, curling your fingers around his own. Thank god you weren’t able to feel how his pulse skyrocketed at your touch. 

You squeezed his hand hard, letting out a pained hiss at the stinging sensation that came with JJ’s care. He bandaged your forearm as quick as he could, though he contemplated taking his time so you wouldn’t let go of him for a little while longer. 

“M’kay, all done. Sorry about that.” 

“It’s okay. Didn’t hurt.” 

“Didn’t seem like that with the way you were gripping my hand,” He teased, bumping his knee against yours. You were still smiling at him and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was making him a little flustered. Maybe even nervous. And he never got nervous. “If you could just fill this out while I go grab something from the engine, I’ll be right back. It’s just a release form saying that you consent to us not taking you down to the hospital. Standard procedure, just crossing our I’s, dotting our T’s.” 

JJ hopped down from the ledge, passing a clipboard to you and hurrying towards where Pope was spotting Kie on the ladder before you could realize he’d totally butchered that expression. “Pope! Yo, Pope, I gotta talk to you.” 

“What’s up?” 

“What’s the policy on asking out people we save?” 

“You wanna ask out the cat?” Pope snickered. 

JJ rolled his eyes. “No, I don’t. You know what I mean. And her name’s Porkchop, by the way.” 

“Cute. But no, there’s not really any policy against it, I guess. Not one that I know of, anyways.” 

“Yeah?” He cocked his head thoughtfully, gears inside already turning. Pope nodded. “Good to know.” 

“Hey, wait, that doesn’t mean you should—” JJ was out of earshot before Pope could finish his sentence, beelining right back for the ambo to you. Just as he came around the corner, you looked up, capping your pen, holding the clipboard back out to him. 

“All done? You’re fast, I like it.” 

“My number is on the medical form. In case you need to follow up on anything in the near future.” You offered, running your fingers along your bandage absentmindedly. 

“Ah, so we usually don’t do the follow-ups, that would be—oh. Oh! You meant—got it, you want me to….yeah. I mean, I want to, ‘cause you seem cool.” It was like word vomit escaping JJ’s mouth, because he couldn’t seem to stop talking, but you just smiled warmly at him, giving his hand a soft squeeze. He kind of liked that you’d made the first move instead of him.

Throughout this, the rest of his team had managed to get Porkchop down from the tree, as evident by the way she was purring in Kie’s arms contently like she hadn’t just scratched the shit out of you earlier. 

You leapt away from JJ quickly, though he wasn’t sure if it was more about not being caught cozying up to him or that your cat was now safe and sound. He hoped it was the latter. 

“Thank you so much!” You gushed, gathering your beloved cat into your arms as Kie passed her off to you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you—you guys are the best.” 

“Just doin’ our job, ma’am.” John B nodded, tipping his helmet towards you. 

“Some more than others.” muttered Pope. It went unnoticed by you, but JJ heard the comment, giving his friend a swift stomp on the foot in return. “I mean, we’re happy we could help.” 

“If JJ’s all done patching you up, we can go ahead and wrap up, leave you to the rest of your day.” 

“Uh, yeah. Yep, all set and ready to go, JB.” 

“Right then. You have a good day, ma’am. You too, Porkchop. Try not to climb any more trees, ‘kay?” 

The rest of JJ’s team filed back towards the engine and Pope made his way up to the front of the ambo, leaving you and JJ alone yet again. 

“Talk to you soon?” You asked hopefully, shifting Porkchop higher in your arms. 

“You know it,” JJ replied, shooting you his signature wink. He went to hop  into the driver’s seat swiftly, taking another few seconds to soak in the sight of you smiling bashfully at him before he had to drive away. 

“You asked her out, didn’t you?” 

“What? Of course not. Why would you even think such a thing?” Even as he spoke, there was a giddy sort of smile on his face, one that Pope clocked in on immediately. 

“You’re lying! You’re such a liar, you totally asked her out! JJ, you really—” Whatever Pope was about to say was cut off as JJ cranked up the radio as loud as it could go, drowning out the other man’s complaints. 

So yeah, being a firefighter in a big city looked different from day to day. Some days held bigger calls than others, but sometimes it was the smaller calls that were the most memorable. Days like today. 

follow @katsu-library to be notified when i post a new fic :)

#obxweek23 #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x fem!reader #firefighter!jj maybank #jj maybank au #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x y/n #outer banks

[moremaybank]

THIS LOVE — j.m

pairing actor!jj maybank x actress!reader

chapter summary jj faces the possibility of his scandal going public. then, he ends up reconnecting with you after five years. what happens when the two of you end up as costars for your upcoming romantic comedy?

warnings mentions of a sex tape, mentions of domestic abuse (jj and luke), language, violence, sexual content/eventual smut, anxiety. ex best friends to lovers, fake dating. this will be updated as the story develops. [2.2k]

author's note just a little post of the first chapter to build the hype! hope you enjoy and decide to continue reading ♡︎ also special s/o to @mvybanks and @jjsbank444 for beta reading and quelling my nerves &lt;3

recommended listening second chances by kiana ledé ft. 6lack

this love — the complete playlist ;; the masterlist ;; the tag list

❝ CHAPTER ONE ❞

JJ

Threesomes are fun. Foursomes, however, are a blast. 

At least, JJ Maybank seems to think so. 

“You have three different women threatening to release your sex tape. It’s not a good look for you, JJ.”

Well, he does when they don’t include a secretly-filmed sex tape and three fame-thirsty girls trying to ruin his career for a quick cash grab. 

“It’s not like they’re three separate tapes. We were all together when it was made,” JJ smirks. 

Josh, his manager, lets out an exasperated sigh. “That doesn’t make things any better, and it does nothing to help our circumstances. You need to clean up your act and you need to start doing it now, Maybank, or you’re going to lose everything.”

JJ rolls his eyes for what feels like the millionth time in the fifteen minutes that this meeting has been going on. It’s bullshit, really. He’s one of the hottest actors in Hollywood right now. He’s youthful, dashingly handsome, and loaded. The world is his freakin’ oyster, and he deserves to have some fun.

“You’re supposed to keep up your whole approachable, goofy, boy-next-door image intact, and having a ménage à…quatre, is not the way to do it.” my publicist, Andrea, chimes in. “If you aren’t careful, you’re going to lose your entire fanbase. You’re one of the most universally-liked celebrities in the business, right now. If this gets out, you’re going to have to kiss your crystal clear reputation goodbye.”

“So, let’s just pay ‘em the hush money. What do I care?” JJ says, taking his cap off and running a hand through his unruly strands.

“And you’re fine with forking over ten million dollars? Just like that?” Andrea scowls. “What if they take the money and still decide to release the tape? Or demand more?”

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Andrea. Now, are we done here? I’m supposed to meet my co-star for my new movie in an hour and I’d really like to get in another — how did you put it? Ah, yes. Ménage á quatre — before I go.”

Josh runs a hand over his face, “Do you care about anything anymore?” 

JJ ignores his statement, putting his hat back on and sitting up in his chair. “Can I leave?”

He can tell that Josh wants to scold him or make some witty remark in return, but he bites his tongue. 

“Go. And, please, for the love of all things holy, do not screw this up.” 

If JJ had a penny for every time he’s heard that, he’d be richer than Jeff fucking Bezos.

-

Y/N

“And last but not least, this is your dressing room. You’ll have your own trailer, but this is more for when we’re actually on set and in between takes.”

You grin as you look around the luxurious room. There’s a huge vanity in front of you, as well as some plush couches, and you don’t fail to notice the large mini-fridge in the corner of the room or the flat-screen TV plastered onto the wall. There’s a window as well, letting in the California sunshine you’ve come to love and appreciate beyond your beliefs.

“Wow, this is…amazing. I can’t thank you guys enough for this opportunity. I’m so grateful, I hope you know that.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. You’re the very reason we wanted to do this project in the first place. If anything, we’re the lucky ones,” Derek, the director states with a grin. “So, you ready to meet your co-star, or what?”

“Yeah! I mean, I’m nervous, but, beyond excited.”

Derek leads you back into the hallway, and you make your way to one of the offices. 

“I think you’ll love him. Word is, he comes from the Outer Banks just like you. Who knows, you’ve probably met him in passing.”

Wait…what? He’s from OBX? No. No way. He couldn’t possibly mean—

“Y/N Y/L/N, meet the esteemed JJ Maybank,” Derek states, his proud smile growing sizeably larger than you thought possible. 

It doesn’t matter how excited he is, though. All you can focus on is your heart beating out of your chest and the ringing in your ears. You see Derek’s lips moving but you can’t hear a thing. Your eyes are caught on the blonde in front of you, and all you can think about is how painful it is to look into those oceanic eyes after five years.

It’s equally as painful as it was the last time you saw him. If not, more.

“Uh— Y/N, I…it’s— it’s been a while,” JJ stutters out. 

It’s all too much. Seeing him here, in front of you. His eyes locked on yours, his hand reaching out to touch you but retracting once he notices the fear in your gaze. Your eyes flit over to Derek, whose face has a more than confused look painted over his features. 

“Excuse me, Derek, I— I need to get out of here.” 

You speed into the restroom, locking the door behind you and setting your hands on the counter. Your chest tightens, and your breathing speeds up. She shudders, trying to shake it out as the room starts to feel like it’s closing in on you.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. You can do this. Don’t let him get to you,” you say, staring at yourself in the mirror. “It’s just…it’s just JJ.”

You feel the tears start to well in your eyes and you watch as they overtake their boundaries and roll down your flushed cheeks. You’re quick to wipe them away, though, refusing to admit defeat. 

“Stop,” you tell yourself. “It’s been five years. You’re better than this.”

You aren’t sure if the words are true to your heart, because all you can think about is how the boy you loved from the ages seven to eighteen — the one who betrayed you and shattered you into a million pieces — is now your co-star for the romantic comedy you’ve just been cast in.

What could possibly go wrong?

A lot, you think. A lot could go wrong. 

JJ

JJ watches as you make your way back into Derek’s office, shooting him a convincing smile.

“My apologies, Derek. Girl troubles,” you say. 

JJ still knows you well enough to see that you’re hoping Derek will believe your bullshit excuse. 

“Oh, uh, no worries at all, Y/N. I completely understand. I’ve got three daughters at home,” he speaks, trying to assure you that everything is fine. He places this hand on JJ’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. “JJ, here, was just telling me how the two of you have known each other since you were in elementary school. It must be quite the hell of a reunion, huh?”

You plaster a fake grin onto your lips, “One hell of a reunion, indeed.”

JJ refuses to look at you, his ex-best friend, and vice-versa. Truthfully, he’s terrified to catch your eye again. He’s not sure if he’ll be able to form a coherent sentence if he does. 

“Well, I’ve got some stuff to take care of, so I’ll leave you two to catch up.”

Derek exits his office, and you and JJ are left in complete and utter silence.

God, JJ missed you so much. He’d seen you making headlines just as you always said you would, but he was always quick to click away, deciding not to dwell on everything he’d lost. But this, now, seeing you right in front of him as gorgeous as ever…it made the walls he’d worked so hard to put up begin to crack. 

Then again, you’d always had that effect on him. 

Even after all these years, he was still a complete wreck over you. You held his heart in the palm of your hand and he wasn’t even sure if you knew it.

Your scent was still etched into his mind, still buzzing deep within his senses and his memory. You smelled of the saltwater beaches of the Outer Banks. The notes of coconut from the shampoo he’d recognized still lingering in the tresses of your hair. The sweet hints of vanilla that clutched to your skin are prominent as ever. The combination sounds like a lot, and it was, but not in the overpowering way one would assume. They blended into one heavenly and unique fragrance. 

She smelled like her, he thought. She smelled like home. 

To be honest, JJ wasn’t sure whether or not this was a reminder he wanted to welcome with open arms, but either way, here it was. Here you were. After the way he’d hurt you and destroyed your relationship forever. 

After he lost himself. 

Funnily enough, you’d always had a way of popping up whenever he needed and longed for you. He never even had to speak a single word. You just always knew. And you might not have guessed it now, but he needed you more than he ever had before.

JJ scratches his brow with his index finger. “So, um…how have you been?” 

“Don’t. Just…don’t.”

“Y/N, please,” he pleads. He almost wants to get down on his knees and beg. You can’t even look at him, and that hurts more than he could ever put into words.

“No. I don’t wanna hear it. I’m fine with being professional while we film this movie, but I’m not getting into this with you. I’m not getting into any of it.”

JJ remains silent, choosing to nod because he’s not totally sure he can find his voice. 

As much as he hated to let the thought in, you were a walking reminder of every bad decision he’d made since he left the island and never looked back. He looked at you, and he saw two things. The first being the crinkling of your bright eyes when you smiled. The melodic laugh he could pull from your lips at a moment’s notice. Your hair blowing in the wind as you stuck your head out the window of John B’s Twinkie. And the second being the look of despise and pain on your face as you confronted him. The mascara-stained tears flowing down your heated cheeks. The way you walked away from him and deliberately chose not to look back and steal a second glance at him. 

How was he expected to act all suave and cool when you were right there in front of him, actively choosing not to even look in his direction?

Truth is, he doesn’t think he can. 

-

JJ glances at his phone once he leaves the production office still shaken by the day’s events. 

2 Missed FaceTime Calls from John B

JJ swipes to the right and watches as his phone rings, awaiting his best friend’s answer while he plops down on the steps in front of the building. The line rings for a few moments before he hears shuffling through the speaker, followed by John B’s face appearing on his screen.

“Hey, man. how was your meeting? Your new costar as hot as we imagined?”

JJ tears his eyes away from the camera, his lip sinking between his teeth. His complexion pales, and John B picks up on it. 

“Jeez. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Because I have,” JJ deadpans. He’s still reeling from your presence, and it shows.

“Huh?”

“It’s Y/N…my costar is Y/N.”

“Ooh, yikes,” John B responds. “Did she nut-punch you?”

“It’s not funny.” 

JJ tugs his cap off as he always does when he’s stressed, and his fingers card through his hair. He tugs lightly at the strands as he tries to alleviate the tension building up in his head. 

“She couldn’t even look at me, John B. Her eyes were on me for all of five seconds before she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. Then, when she came back, she looked at everything but me. She barely even let me speak to her.”

“Well, to be fair, you guys didn’t exactly leave things on the best of terms.”

“Yeah, JB. I know. Thanks for the reminder, as if I didn’t fucking know that already.”

“All right, look. Did you fuck up majorly? Yeah. But the love the two of you had…it ran deep. It doesn’t just disappear without a trace, especially if things are this heated after five years. I think you can get her to forgive you.” 

JJ scoffs, “Yeah? And how do you suppose I do that?”

John B gives him a knowing look through the screen. 

“You have to tell her the truth, JJ.”

“Funny.”

“J,” John B mildly scolds. “The reason she hates you right now is because you weren’t honest with her. The JJ she knew before that night never would’ve treated her the way you did. Buck up. Tell her.”

The call disconnects, and JJ is left staring at his screen with a tense jaw. He knew John B was right. He was always right. But how on earth was he expected to muster up the courage and tell you the truth about that night? He doubted — no. He knew it’d be impossible to convince you to hear him out. 

Then again, he also knew he had to try. Because he couldn’t stand to be around you nearly every single day for the next few months, knowing that you wouldn’t spit on him if he was on fire.

jj tag list: @pankowperfection @oncasette @taintedxkisses @maybankslover @goldenroutledge @penny4yourthoughts @bmo-bri @hemogloban @princessbetsy123-blog @slytherhoes @maybank-archives @whoisdrewstarkey @aliyahsomerhalder @dreamingwithrafe @vigilanteshitposting @poppet05 @adoreyouusugar @f4ll-for-you @slytheringirlthatkillpeople @tell-me-when-ur-ready @bbycowboi @jjmaybankisbae @enhypens-hoe @pankhoeforlife @cecesrings @wildflwrdarlin @loverofdrewstarkey @earth2starkey @angelofcigs @topper-thornton @em0-b0ysworld @koalalafications @aerangi @cantstoptherecs @bloody-mf-bsc @maybanksbabe @sarah5462 @slut4drudy @lvvrgrl @dancinglikeaballerina @somerandos-world @shahanaazsoumah @peachpitlover @pinkpantheris @julesmendoza890 @emmalandry @blueicequeen19 @madelynie

#₊‧°𐐪 this love — j.m 𐑂°‧₊ #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank au #jj maybank series #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj obx #jj outer banks #obx #obx x reader #obx x you #obx au #obx series #obx smut #obx imagine #obx angst #obx fluff #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you #outer banks au #outer banks series #outer banks smut #outer banks imagine #outer banks angst #outer banks fluff

[fandomxpreferences]

Game On Chapter One: Beer Pong and Bad Reputations

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Frat! and Hockey! JJ x female!reader

TW:18+, sexual comments, alcohol consumption, I think thats it

Summary: You catch the attention of a certain blonde boy from back home when you attend a Frat party with your best friends.

Word Count:2.5k

A/N:this is kind of a half AU where they're still from OBX, but went to college instead of trying to die on a treasure hunt

"I don't know, Sarah. We have finals coming up and-"

You're cut off by Sarah and Kie scoffing in unison while making eye contact through the mirror. 

"Which is exactly why you need to fucking relax, Y/N! One night isn't going to kill you." Kie reasons, and you don't get a moment of reprieve before Sarah joins in. 

"Besides, there'll be plenty of hot guys just waiting to get you under them. Let loose." 

You scrunch up your nose at the insinuation, and Sarah tosses a dress at your head. 

"Here, put this on so we can go."

You sigh dejectedly, knowing that there's no use in arguing. They're going to make you go either way, so you might as well try to have fun. 

"Fine." You grumble, both girls cheering when you slip on the article of clothing. Your eyes widen when you see yourself in the mirror, turning to face your best friends. 

"I look.." You trail off trying to find the right word that won't offend Sarah seeing as the dress belongs to her, only to have your sentence finished for you. 

"Hot! You look hot, babe." Kie claps, and you give her a skeptical look. You can't deny that it flatters your figure, hugging your curves in all the right places and propping your boobs up in a way that's just above scandalous. 

"You always used to be the life of the party, Y/N/N. Let that crazy bitch back out for the night." Sarah encourages. 

You mull over the idea for a moment before smiling deviously, and the two girls give each other a knowing look. You suppose it won't hurt to let your hair down for once and forget about all the stresses college brings. 

Sarah forces you down in a chair while she starts on your makeup, and Kie styles your hair so that it looks carefree yet sleek at the same time. You flash a grin at your reflection before slipping on a pair of heels and starting toward the door. 

"Okay, girls. Let's show them how to party the Outer Banks way."

You aren't sure which Frat your friends are going to, but it doesn't matter. By the time you pull up, the party is in full swing with thumping bass and drinks flowing. You turn to Sarah when you see the banner housing the Greek letters and narrow your eyes. 

"Isn't this the frat with the guys from back home?" You ask and she shrugs casually. 

"I think so. Does it matter?" 

You purse your lips before grinning, and she matches your expression. 

"Not even a little bit."

The three of you make your way inside, instantly gravitating toward the drinks. You make yourself a cocktail in a red cup, waiting for the girls to finish before sauntering back out to the main area. 

There are people everywhere; some dancing, some making out in the corners, and some playing various drinking games like beer pong. You lock eyes with Sarah, and she nods in agreement. 

The three of you make your way towards the table, an innocent look in your eyes as you lock onto your prey. Three guys that have no idea what's about to hit them, too focused on the expanse of skin and body glitter standing before them in the form of sorority girls.

You know they recognize you to some degree; Sarah is the president of your sorority with you holding the title just beneath her, and Kie is always with you.

"Mind if we play?" You ask sweetly, and without hesitating they all agree with excitement. 

They refill the cups that have been emptied, one of them handing you the ping pong ball with an over-the-top grin. 

"Ladies first."

You thank him with a bat of your eyelashes, taking your shot and intentionally missing. You pout, feigning disappointment while Kie reassures you. The guy that handed you the ball laughs lightly and flashes you a smile. 

"Don't worry sweetheart, you'll get the hang of it." 

You shoot a sideways glance at the girls, hiding your smirk. He's fallen into your trap hook, line, and sinker. You look him over, noticing his messy black hair and tan skin. He's cute, but not cute enough for you to let him win. 

This goes on for the first couple of rounds, the three of you pretending to suck while downing the cups as they sink the balls. Once you're sure that you have them fooled, your face drops from sweet to dark and you shoot the guy a wink. 

He watches as you line up your shot, tossing the ball into the cup without touching the rim. You watch his smile disappear, his buddies observing with wide eyes as you continue to demolish them. 

Once you make the winning shot, Sarah and Kie cheer while pulling you into a hug. You celebrate for a moment before turning back to the men and walking forward. Your hand comes up to pat the side of the man's face mockingly, and you speak using the same condescending tone he had in the beginning. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm sure you'll have better luck next time."

Sarah and Kie laugh while you all move away, going to refill your now empty cups. Little do you know, you garnered the attention of a certain blonde-haired boy that's following you with his eyes. 

You seem familiar to him, yet he can't quite place how he knows you. He figures he must have just seen you around campus before his eyes light up with realization. His hand swats at the man to his left as he nods toward you. 

"Hey, isn't she a pogue? We went to school with her right?" He asks, and John B frowns as he racks his brain. 

"Yeah, yeah she's that one girl that was always at every Kegger. Wasn't she deemed queen of keg stands or something?" He replies, and JJ nods eagerly. 

"Shit, yeah. Why weren't we friends with her again?" He frowns, and Pope pipes up from his other side. 

"She was always hanging around kooks."

JJ sucks his teeth, memories of you laughing at the country club coming back to him.

"Riiight, she was close with Sarah Cameron and her asshole brother. He was always lurking behind her like a fucking pitbull." He scoffs, and John B directs his friend's attention back to you as you emerge from the kitchen. 

"Looks like she still is." He grimaces, observing as you laugh loudly while standing between Sarah and Kie.

John B can practically hear the gears turning and narrowly misses JJ's arm when he pushes off the wall. 

"I'm gonna go talk to her."

Pope's eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he tries to stop his friend along with John B. 

"JJ, I don't think that a good- and he's gone."

John B shakes his head, eager to see how this blows up in JJ's face. 

"Well, this will be interesting."

You're in the middle of telling Sarah a story when you notice a figure stop in front of you. Your head turns to face him, eyebrows raising when you see his dimpled smile directed at you. 

"Hey, cupcake."

You cast a glance at Kie as she shrugs, and smile slowly. 

"Hi." You answer hesitantly, but this only seems to spur him on. 

"Oh come on, you don't remember me? Surely I made some kind of impression on you." He teases, and you pretend to be confused. Unbeknownst to him, you know exactly who he is. Which is why you want to fuck with him. 

JJ was always known as a player in high school, tales of his sexual escapades scarring you one too many times. He slept with any girl that would allow him to, and given his good looks there weren't many that turned him down. 

"I'm sorry. Am I supposed to know you?"

You watch in amusement as his confidence deflates before you let out a laugh. 

"I'm just fucking with you, Maybank. I remember you. How could I not? I saw your nudes sophomore year."

That cocky smirk is right back on his face like it never left as Sarah and Kie slowly back away. 

"Like what you saw?" He teases, and you take a sip of your drink while holding eye contact over the rim of the cup. 

"I've seen better." You shrug, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he nods. 

"Bet you've never had better, though." He quips, but it doesn't cause you to blush the way he was hoping. You seem immune to his charm, and it intrigues him as much as it pisses him off. 

"That's not a winning bet there, surfer boy." You bark, and his eyes twinkle at your ability to match his energy. 

"We'll just have to find out, won't we princess?"

Your eyebrows raise at his pickup line, and you shake your head with a chuckle. 

"You thought that was smooth didn't you, Barbie? In your dreams.

His nose crinkles at your dig, and you can't deny the butterflies in your stomach caused by the banter. 

"Oh most definitely. How about we make a deal?"

This catches your attention, and your eyes rake over him slowly before coming back to meet his ocean eyes. 

"What would that be, exactly?" You ask, and the look he gives you screams trouble. 

"We play a round of beer pong. Me and my guys against the three of you. Happy to see you still associate with kooks, by the way." 

He lets out a gag at the end of his sentence and you roll your eyes before quirking a brow. 

"What does the winner get?" You question, and he pretends to think for a second. 

"If we win, I get your number. If you win, you get my number and the ball is in your court."

You take another drink, pondering the offer in your mind. 

"What makes you think I want your number?" 

He takes a step forward, now close enough that you can smell his sweet and spicy cologne as he speaks low enough for only you to hear. 

"The way your thighs have been rubbing together ever since you mentioned seeing my cock."

Your eyes widen for a split second, and he smirks before taking a step back as if he didn't just call you out. 

"Fine. It's a deal."

You motion the girls over as JJ does the same, and they all follow you to the beer bong table. You're just intoxicated enough to go through with it, and Sarah sends you a curious glance. 

You wave her off, competitiveness taking over as JJ sinks his first shot. Unlike the other guys, the three men opposite you are an actual threat. This isn't a regular game; this is Pogue versus Pogue. 

Not only Pogues but the two reigning champions of the Cut. It's neck in neck, the two of you trying to distract each other as you make shot after shot. It's down to the last cup and you take a deep breath before tossing the ball. 

You throw your hands up in victory when come out the winner, and JJ closes his eyes while tossing his head back. You give him a shit-eating grin while handing him your phone, knowing you don't intend to ever touch the contact. 

What you don't expect is for him to text himself so he has your number too. 

"That wasn't the deal!" You exclaim, and he hands the device back to you with a playful smile. 

"Never said how I was gonna give it to you."

Your eyes narrow at the boy, doing your best to appear angry when you're actually fighting a grin. 

"You tricked me." You accuse, and he leans his hands against the table to get in your personal space.

"I wouldn't say tricked so much as outsmarted, Keg Queen."

The way his eyes rake over your figure makes your skin burn, something between fascination and lust swirling within them. He can't help but think God has a plan that's being executed right in front of him, and though he doesn't consider himself to be spiritual, he thinks you might just be a new religion that he'll fall to his knees and worship.

"Don't get used to it, pretty boy." 

His heart rate accelerates upon hearing the nickname, and he wonders if he'll make it out of this alive. Probably not, but what a ride it will be. 

"Clever as the devil and twice as pretty. I like that." He grins, popping a toothpick in his mouth and making a show out of twirling it with his tongue. 

Your eyes drop to his mouth in a fleeting glance, but he notices nonetheless. 

"You're dangerous, Maybank." You breathe, and he leans in even closer so that his lips are nearly brushing yours. 

"All the best things are." 

Your breath hitches and you take a step back, inhaling deeply to try and ground yourself. The other four glance around at each other, almost uncomfortable with the sexual tension floating in the air. 

JJ stands up straight, never breaking eye contact while taking a long swig from his cup. 

"I'm gonna text you the details for my next game, and I'll have my jersey waiting for you at the entrance." He finally says, taking off his backwards cap and placing it on your head.

He shoots you a wink before walking off and you call out to him.

"You forgot your hat!"

He turns to face you, still walking back ward and gives you a blinding smile.

"Keep it, cupcake. Looks better on you anyway."

The girls wait until Pope and John B follow him before Sarah slaps you on the arm. 

"What the fuck was that?" She asks with wild eyes, and you turn to face her with your mouth gaping open. You open and close it a few times, trying to find the words, before finally settling on shaking your head. 

"I have no idea, but I've got a feeling it's going to happen a lot."

Before either of them can reply, your phone vibrates in your pocket and you pull it out. 

Friday at 7. I'll have tickets set aside for you and the figure eight princesses. 

You can't help the smile that pulls at your lips and lock your phone, not giving him the satisfaction of a quick response. It doesn't make a difference; JJ watched you read the message from across the room while John B shook his head. 

"This is a bad idea, J." He sighs, but it does nothing except spur the blonde on. 

"You know my stance on bad ideas, JB."

His friend nods, well acquainted with his best friend's go-get-em outlook on life. They watch as the three of you walk out the front door, no doubt in for a long night of gossip and giggles. 

"What's your end game here, man?" Pope asks, and the grin that JJ gives him makes him nervous. 

"Having the two of you fight over who gets to be the best man at our wedding." He replies, and Pope's eyes flutter closed in annoyance. 

"Glad to see we're remaining realistic." 

JJ just laughs and slaps his shoulder before starting toward the kitchen. He stops and turns around just long enough to point at JB. 

"Bring your A-game on Friday. We're gonna have some new faces in the crowd."

John B presses his lips together with a nod, watching as his friend carries on his original path. What could possibly go wrong?

@genius2050@sweetestdesire

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fic #jj maybank #jj maybank series #jj maybank au #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #outer banks series #outer banks au #obx imagine #obx fic #obx au #obx

[of-many-aus]

Why JJ calls you ‘Bambi’

Summary: the reason jj calls you that aggravating nickname

Warnings: none

A/N: this takes place approximately three years before the main series

Hate Myself for Loving You Masterlist

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“I don’t know, JB,” You said hesitantly, “This might not be a good idea.”

Your brother threw his head back with a groan, “Come on, you’re twelve now. It’s about time you learned.”

“What if I’m not good at it, though?” You had begun nervously playing with your hands.

“That’s why I’m here,” He said reassuringly, gently tapping his surfboard against yours, “Now, let’s go. The waves are great today.”

With that, John B began wading into the ocean water, but you stayed back a moment, still hesitating.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only person on this island that didn’t learn how to surf when you were seven.” The aggravating voice of none other than JJ Maybank sounded in your ear like a chirping bird that wouldn’t shut up in the morning.

A scowl immediately formed on your lips, and instead of answering the boy, you surged forward, hopefully leaving him behind.

Your prayers didn’t seem to be answered though, because you heard some splashing behind you that told you he had followed with his own surfboard.

“Out here!” John B waved you over from where he sat on his board a few yards out.

Slowly, you swam and pushed your surfboard to where he was.

JJ laughed, “You have to get on it,” He called, paddling up beside you.

You stifled a groan, closing your eyes and tilting your head to face the heavens, “Did he really have to be here?” You asked your brother with a slight whine in your voice.

He just shrugged, “I didn’t invite him, he just tagged along.”

A glare was thrown in the blond boy's direction by you, “Hear that? You weren’t invited. So get out of here.”

His mouth opened, no doubt to let out a smart ass comment, but John B interrupted with an exhausted sigh, “Guys, stop it.” He was long since used to your bickering.

He sent a warning look in his best friend's direction, “We’re here to teach her how to surf. If you’re not going to either help or stay quiet, then leave.”

He chose to stay quiet.

For the next half hour, your brother went through the motions with you, teaching you how to stand correctly and how to catch a wave.

JJ stayed silent the whole time, and you were grateful. It was probably the longest he had ever gone without talking.

“- no, move your foot closer to the center-“ Your brother instructed you, only to be cut off by toppling over the side of his board. He hadn’t been paying attention to an incoming wave.

You sighed tiredly as he was submerged, knowing he was fine, but still tired from all the work it took to learn.

Just then, a laugh sounded from the side, causing your head to whip over and eyes to narrow in onto the Maybank boy.

“What?” You snapped.

“N-no, it’s- it’s just…” He laughed again, “You look like Bambi from that old Disney movie during the scene where it tried walking for the first time. It’s like you trying to stay standing on that thing.”

Your cheeks flushed red just in time for John B to resurface.

“Okay,” he said, “Are you ready to try again?”

“Yeah, Bambi,” JJ spoke with a wide grin, “Ready to try again?”

It took everything in you not to lunge across the water and tackle him off his board.

Taglist: none

#hate myself for loving you series #jj maybank au #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank #jj maybank x y/n #outer banks #outer banks x y/n #outer banks x you #outer banks x reader #outer banks au #john b routledge x sister reader #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge x you #john b routledge x y/n #10 things i hate about you #10 things i hate about you au #10 things i hate about you x reader

[amoraffairs]

❀ Sunsets, Waves and almost Kisses

part two to short JJ blurb ! short again i’m sorry!

You toss your surfboard on the sand, and instantly lay down on it.

You hear his laughter first, before you feel him lying beside you.

“You really weren’t joking when you said you can’t swim” You let out a gasp. “I am not” JJ only laughs. “I swear, it's not me. It’s the waves.” You protest.

“You’re right. It is the waves” You can hear the sarcasm in his voice, but you choose to ignore it.

“Maybe it’s the surf wax?” Your eyes are closed, attempting to recollect your breath. “It’s not.” JJ eyes were on you as he talks . An aesthete watching a painting. The saltwater made you skin sparkle. Green was definitely your color. The minute you showed up in your light green bikini, he was a blushing mess. Thankfully you didn’t notice that he was a mesh.

“How do you know?” Opening one eye to meet his. “I made sure that everything in there is good quality.” “You did?”

“It's my surf shop. Technically mine & John B’s.” Surprised you sit up a little. “It’s your surf shop.”

JJ laughs at you surprise, and nods.

“That’s so cool” You tell him, fascinated.

You let out a gasp “Look JJ” You gently tap his arm repeatedly and point to the sunset.

Your eyes were on the sunset. “It’s so pretty.” JJ eyes were on you, fascinated by your smile. “Yeah it’s beautiful.”

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you but do you know where the lightbulbs are. The ones in my apartment broke and I’ve been walking in the dark for three days and I’ve cut my foot cause I couldn’t see.” You tell the man at the counter, definitely oversharing.

You walked into the friendly looking shop called Heywards.

The older man smiled at her, not annoyed by your story.

“Heyward, Do you know where Pope is because—“ JJ says as he busts through the store. He stops as his eyes meet yours. There you are again. After that afternoon at the beach he hasn’t seen you since. Now here you were standing in front of him. JJ didn’t believe in fate, but right now he was thanking the universe for you. What were you doing to him?

“Y/N” Your eyes light up when you see him, and you give him a small wave. “Hi JJ” Your voice was soft.

Heyward almost laughed at the sight of JJ nervous. “Y/N wanted to know where the lightbulbs were. You think you can show her JJ” Heywards voice was teasing and JJ slightly glared at him.

As quick as his eyes were off you, his eyes were back on yours. “Oh no it’s ok—“ You start but JJ was already leading you too where they were. His original purpose for coming to Heywards was abandoned.

“How have you been?” You ask, begging, your voice didn’t sound as shy as you felt. JJ's smile eased you a little bit. “ Good. You?” “I’ve been good too.”

“Umm here they are. Which one do you need?” JJ asks as you look at the different light bulbs . “There’s different kinds” You’re eyes wide in shock. “Well which one was your old one.” “I’m not sure. It came with my apartment and it shattered. Glass everywhere and I ended up stepping on it, and that was a mess.” You ramble, again which usually JJ would smile at your words but he felt slight concern at your words. “It might be a loose circuit. You should talk to you landlord about it.” You instantly shake your head. “My landlord scares me.”

“I could try to fix” JJ tells you hoping he didn’t overstep. “I don’t want to bother you. It’s fine” You’re quick to tell him. “Can't have you getting hurt again.” JJ’s words causes you to blush.

“I have class in an hour, but you can stop by anytime after that.” You tell him. JJ nods in agreement. “Ok well I’ll see you then” You give a way goodbye and walking out the store.

“You didn’t get her address boy” Heyward tells JJ, who quickly runs out the store to catch up to you.

#jade’s mini blurbs #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank au #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader fluff #jj maybank blurb #outer banks #outer banks blurb #jj obx #obx imagine

[maybanksbabe]

Did my heart love 'til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty 'til this night.

JJ Maybank in Romeo + Juliet (1996)

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank au #libra's jj #90s movie au #90s movies #libra edits

[drabbles-mc]

Appointment Only

Tattoo Artist!JJ x F!Reader

Moodboard and Fic created for @the-slumberparty Across the Universe Challenge: choose any AU for any character

Warnings: mentions of drugs, language

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I haven't written AU's like this for characters in years but this was actually super fun to write! It was nice to do something a little different with JJ, age him up a bit and give him his own life. I just want all of the good and fun things for him. Plus I think the idea of him with a bunch of tattoos is just 💯

OBX Taglist: @garbinge @passionatewrites (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

JJ unlocked the front door of his shop, reaching above his head as he walked through, slapping the top of the doorframe. He whistled as he walked through the small shop, twirling his keyring around his finger. He flipped on the lights as he went, illuminating the walls covered in flash and other artwork by him and the two other people who tattooed in the shop with him.

He didn’t have any appointments booked until the afternoon, but a few days out of the week and if he was feeling motivated, he’d go in and open up the shop a couple hours early in case any walk-ins came along with something he could crank out before his appointments for the day. There would usually be a tour-on or two looking for simple things that he could take care of quickly. Nothing that really flexed his creative muscles, but money was money and he had no problem taking it from rich tour-ons.

Once all the lights were on and he checked that everything was in order, he hooked up the shop phone to the speakers and put some music on. When he was finally happy with the song choice, he went and flipped the “closed” sign to “open”. He also propped the door open. It negated the bells that hung above it, but to him there was no point in being so close to the beach if he couldn’t hear some of the waves when things quieted down.

It wasn’t as though there was a long line of people waiting to come in. Since that was the case, JJ took the opportunity to work on some other designs he’d started. He had a few for specific clients that just needed some finishing touches, but what he really wanted to work on was a fresh idea that had come to him in the middle of the night the night before. He’d thrown a crude sketch of it onto a piece of scrap paper at his house so he wouldn’t lose the gist of it, but he was itching to really start putting it together. He grabbed his tablet that had all of his designs saved to it, plopped down in a chair, and got to work.

He was hunched over his tablet, stylus flying in his hand when he heard someone knock against the open glass front door. Looking up, the furrow of focus in his brow softened almost instantly when he saw you standing there.

You gave an awkward smile and a small wave when he looked at you. Clearing your throat, you said, “Hey, I was, um, I was wondering if anyone here had time for a consult?” You glanced around. “Guess I should just be asking you, huh?” you said with a soft laugh.

He flashed you a smile as he leaned forward, setting his tablet to the side. “Yea, it’s just me right now. Everyone else comes in later.”

You nodded. “Right. Well, then,” you walked closer to him, “do you have time for a consult?”

He was practically beaming as he stood up from his seat. “I think I just might.” He held his hand out for you to shake and that’s when you got a good glimpse of the tattoos going up the entire inside of his arm. “I’m JJ.”

You shook his hand as you gave him your name in return. “Nice to meet you.” You felt like you were supposed to be giving more of an introduction of yourself but you didn’t really know where to start. “I just moved here a few weeks ago, so I’m still getting a lay of the land a bit.”

“Well,” he chuckled as he pulled an extra chair up by his for you to sit in, “welcome to Paradise on Earth.”

You laughed as you sat down across from him. “Thank you.”

“Actually, before we get started…” He motioned for you to wait as he got up from his seat. He walked to the small area that passed for a seating area and grabbed one of the binders from the small table. He handed it over to you. “This is pretty much all of my recent work. You can tell me what you’re thinking for a tattoo, and I’m happy to help ya, but if you don’t like my style there isn’t much of a point, right?”

You laughed, nodding as you opened the binder. “I guess that’s true.”

You paused as you looked at the photos of his work in front of you. Your eyes grew wide as you took them all in. Most of them were nautical-themed, which wasn’t surprising to you given where you were. There were a handful of fun, silly tattoos as well, things you were certain had to be inside hokes to the people who got them.

All the pieces were well done, though. Bright colors, clean lines—it all looked crisp. You looked back and forth between JJ and his body of work. He wasn’t looking at you, instead looking at the page you were on. You drank in the sight of him in his cargo shorts and cut-off shirt, his boots covering some of the tattoos on his legs. Looking at him and his designs right next to each other, it all made sense.

“These are beautiful, JJ,” you finally said.

He smiled shrugging nonchalantly. “I do alright.” He paused. “Thank you, though. Still, you know, wanna talk about what you were planning?”

Your smile stretched side. “Yea, definitely.”

“Alright,” he said with a nod as he grabbed his notebook, “tell me what you’re thinking.”

The two of you sat and talked for a while, mostly about your tattoo but he did get around to asking you a bit about yourself. Any time his eyes weren’t glued to the paper in front of him, he was looking at you. The smirk that would curl the end of his lips as he listened to you talk instantly made your face heat up. You tried your best to stay focused and on track, but it was hard not to get distracted by his bright blue eyes staring back at you. You kept it together enough to ask some questions of your own, which was how you found out he’d spent his whole life in the Outer Banks, him and all of his friends. From the glint in his eyes when he talked about them, you had to assume they were a fun group of people.

Eventually, your conversation began to draw to a close. He set his pen down and looked at you. “I should be able to pull together some basic ideas to send your way, see how you’re feeling about ‘em. If you like one, we can get right to it.”

It almost seemed too simple, but you weren’t upset about it. “That’s great! Thank you so much.”

“No problem.” He paused. “There, uh, there a good way to get in touch with you?”

“Shit,” you said with a laugh. “Yea, let me give you my number.”

He walked with you towards the door, both of you saying goodbye. He promised to be in touch with you sooner rather than later, and you couldn’t even try to hide your excitement at the prospect of it. You told yourself it was just because of the tattoo.

JJ watched for a few seconds as you made your way down the street, lingering for longer than maybe he normally would have or should have. He shook his head at himself as he turned and walking back so he was completely inside the shop. When he went back to his little work area and grabbed his tablet, he suddenly found himself getting attached to a brand new idea, unable to try and focus on anything else as he grabbed the notebook with all the notes he’d taken during your conversation with him. There was a small smile on his face as he got to work.

He stayed up later than he cared to admit over the next few nights working on the design the two of you had discussed. More than a few times he was tempted to reach out and talk to you, show you what he had done so far. But he wanted to make sure that when he showed you his idea, it was good. He was also tempted to reach out and ask more questions, blaming it on needing more information for the design but really just wanting to talk to you more.

Eventually, finally, he had something that he felt comfortable showing you. He checked the time before sending it, wondering if maybe it was too late. But he figured that worst case scenario, you’d just see it when you woke up in the morning.

“First draft- let me know what you think.” He typed it out and attached the picture of the design before sending it off to you.

He set his phone on his nightstand, figuring that he wasn’t going to hear back from you until the following morning. He was just reaching up to turn his bedside lamp off when his phone buzzed against the top of his nightstand. Tilting the screen towards him, he couldn’t hide his surprise at the fact that you’d already gotten back to him.

“I love it!”

He smiled, unlocking his phone and replying to you. The two of you texted back and forth, firming up the final details of what you wanted for the design. You also asked him when he thought he would be able to get you in for an appointment. You would’ve been lying if you tried to say that you weren’t hoping for something as soon as possible. On top of the excitement of getting a new tattoo, you were excited to have a reason to stop in and see him.

“I’ll see you next week!” you texted excitedly when he’d given you a date and time for the appointment.

“Sounds good. See you then” JJ was glad that the excitement on his face couldn’t be seen through a text message.

Over the next couple days, you wondered if it was unprofessional to just text JJ simply because you wanted to talk to him and get to know him better. You knew it probably was, but you still wanted to do it. More times than you would ever admit to anyone else, you went back and reread the short text conversation between the two of you.

By the time your appointment rolled around, it took all you had not to speed-walk down the block to the shop. The door was already propped open when you got there, so you walked right in. Unlike the last time you’d stopped by, it wasn’t just you and JJ this time. The two other artists were in the shop, each of them working on their own clients. The place was filled with music, conversation, and the lull of multiple tattoo machines going at the same time.

“Hey!” JJ piped up from where he was sitting at his work station.

He just had on a plain white t-shirt on with a pair of shorts and his boots, but it still made your brain go totally blank for a moment. You watched him as he stood up and walked over to you, greeting you again before you finally got your brain to cooperate so you could return the favor.

“So,” he walked with you to the table where you’d be laying while he worked, “you ready to get to work?”

You laughed as you nodded, setting your bag on the floor. “Yea, but I mean I guess I should be the one asking you that, right? I just have to lay here while you do all the work.”

The comment got a laugh out of both of you. You watched, twisting your hands in front of you as JJ printed off the stencil to place on your leg. You rolled up the bottom of your shorts so he’d have easier access to the outside of your thigh. Goosebumps broke out over your skin when his fingers grazed along your leg so he could press the stencil on. You wanted to bury your face in your hands at your reaction but he didn’t say anything about it one way or the other, which you were thankful for.

“Here,” he said as he gestured for you to stand in front of the full-length mirror by his station. “How’s that?”

Your entire face lit up as you looked down at your leg, and it was only the stencil. “That’s perfect!” You looked at the thin purple lines that were covering your thigh. “Think we can get it all done today?”

He laughed, shrugging as he helped you hop up onto the table. “If you think you can sit for the whole thing, I can get it all done.”

“If I can sit for it,” you repeated back, your tone just on the joking side of mocking him. “I think I’ll be fine.”

He chuckled at your response, holding his hands up in surrender. “If you say so.”

You managed to find a comfortable position to lay in while he worked that would make it easy for him to do your tattoo, but also make it easy for you to be able to talk to him and watch him while he worked. You kept yourself propped up on your elbows, leaning so that you could see it as he passed the needle over your skin. Every now and then your leg would twitch, but it was never enough to throw him off from what he was doing.

He kept the conversation going with you despite the fact that he hardly ever took his eyes off of his work. You didn’t mind it, taking the opportunity to be able to stare at him without being caught or called out. Each time he laughed or shook his head at something you said, all you wanted to do was reach over and run your fingers through his hair. You didn’t, of course, but you really wanted to.

A few hours into it, he looked over at you and asked if you needed a break. You couldn’t deny that getting up and being able t stretch your legs sounded like nice. JJ held his hand out to help you sit up and get off the table. You hopped down, the leg that he’d been tattooing feeling like it was still mostly asleep and you stumbled a step. His grip on your hand tightened and he allowed you to lean onto him until the tingling in your leg subsided a bit.

Stepping back, you let out a nervous laugh, trying to ignore the way your face felt like it was on fire. “Sorry about that.”

He shrugged, the smirk curling the edge of his mouth making you think that he didn’t mind it in the slightest. “All good.” He nodded towards the mirror. “Go check out the progress.”

You walked over to the mirror and looked at what he had done so far. You were already excited as you had watched him work, but being able to see it all in the mirror increased your excitement tenfold. Your eyes widened and you fought the urge to reach down and run your fingers over it. The skin was still sensitive and he wasn’t anywhere near done yet. All of the outlining was complete though, and he had just started the shading.

You’d been so enthralled with the ink on your leg that you hadn’t noticed the fact that JJ stepped in close behind you, popping up in the mirror and looking just over your shoulder. “Whatcha think?”

You almost stumbled right back into him out of surprise. You chuckled as you met his eyeline through the reflection of the mirror. “I love it!”

He smirked at you as he looked in the mirror. You felt like there was something more that one of you should be saying but neither of you said anything. He lingered closely over your shoulder, and as you took a deep breath you could smell the bodywash and faint scent of weed on him. You gnawed lightly at the inside of your lips as you fought the urge to say or do something stupid.

“Ready to hop back on the table?” he finally asked.

You nodded, turning around so that you were facing him. “Yea, I think I’m good.”

Once you were back on the table, JJ got right back to work. He didn’t say anything for a little while, just focusing on shading in your tattoo, listening to the thrum of the machine in his hand. You watched him contentedly as he worked, something to take your mind off the stinging sensation that was happening as he continued to pass the needles over the same patch of skin.

When JJ adjusted his leg, he brought one foot up and braced it against one of the supports under the table. You looked down, and along with the other tattoos that were winding up his leg, you saw one that didn’t quite look like the others. It looked crude, simple. But he clearly hadn’t covered it up even though he easily could’ve.

“That your first one?” you asked him.

His hand stilled, pulling the machine away from your leg as he looked over at you. Confusion covered his entire face. “What?”

“Your tattoo.” You reached, lightly tapping it with your fingertips. “This one.”

He looked down, a smile spreading across his face as he saw the one you were pointing to. “Yea,” he said with a nod, “that was my first one. Did it myself.”

“Stick and poke?”

He laughed. “You know it.”

“That’s where it all started, then?”

He smiled, shrugging as he got back to work on your leg. “Yea, I guess so. Lucky for you I’ve gotten a lot better since then.”

You hummed in approval. “Lucky for me.”

It was such a relief when JJ did one final swipe over your leg when he was done. He helped you off the table again, letting you get another good look at your tattoo before grabbing the wrap to cover it. You watched intently as he crouched down next to you, deftly wrapping your leg and taping it in place.

You tried not to think too hard about the warmth of his hand against your leg as he secured the wrap around your thigh. You forced yourself not to stare at him, instead looking up at the ceiling above you. A very large part of you was glad that everyone else in the shop was preoccupied so they wouldn’t see the flustered look on your face.

When he stood back up, JJ was nearly chest to chest with you. You let out a quiet huff of a laugh, unable to look him in the eyes. He waited for you to finally look at him in the eyes and the smile that was on his face nearly made your leg give out again.

“You should be all set.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yea, o-okay. Thank, thank you. Seriously,” you looked down at the fresh ink on your leg, “it’s amazing.”

“Looks good on you,” he said, the smirk audible in his voice.

You laughed, biting down on your bottom lip. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

You busied yourself with getting the money together to pay him. “As long as I make an appointment, right?” you joked as you handed him the cash.

He shook his head as he took the money from you. “You got my number, right?” He looked up at you from counting the bills in his hand. “Just text me—I’ll make time.”

Just when it felt like your face had finally cooled down it felt like it was on fire all over again. The amount of self-control it took not to giggle was embarrassing and gun to your head you would never admit it. Instead, you nodded. “I’ll remember that.”

The two of you walked over to the door of the shop again, and you found yourself wishing you knew what to say to him. The two of you lingered in the doorway, you picking at the straps of your bag and JJ watching you.

“Anything comes up, or if you have any questions, just text me. Or, you know, drop by,” he said as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Or stop by, huh?” you asked with a small smile. You shook your head slightly as you chuckled. “Thank you, JJ.”

“Yea, no—” he stopped short as you stepped in and gave him a quick hug, recovering quickly as he hugged you back, “no problem.”

Pulling away, you saw the slightly surprised look on his face. “Sorry, sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll, uh,” he reached and brushed his fingers against your arm, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yea,” you said as you finally stepped outside the shop, “I’ll have my whole leg sleeved up before I know it.”

He chuckled as he watched you start walking down the sidewalk. “Let’s hope!” he called after you.

Turning around, you faced him with a smile on your face, effectively making yourself walk backwards down the sidewalk. “Later, JJ.”

Reaching up, he braced his hands against the top of the doorframe, leaning with a smile. “Later,” he replied, trying to sound much more casual than he really felt as he watched you walk away one more time.

#outer banks #obx #outer banks netflix #obx netflix #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank moodboard #jj maybank #navy and roo sleepover #navy and roo's sleepover #obx fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #slumber party #obx au #outer banks au #jj maybank au #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[bradshawed]

angel eyes <3 / send in a character + and au for a blurb! e.g, rockstar!james or college!bradley

ok what about rockstar!jj maybank. i feel like he’d probably lay the drums maybe the bass (i’m not sure about music) but him as a rockstar would be soooo hot

join the party!

kissing u on the mouth for this ask bc it’s perfect (not as perfect as u ofc) but omg i’m obsessed. totally agree with you, he would definitely play the drums, no question, and it would be hot af. they’d be a modern day djats in a sense with jombie on lead guitar, jj on drums, pope on bass and kiara on keyboard, with sarah as their missing piece…inspired by this post! hope u like it and thank u so so much for the ask mwah ily xx

The sky darkened overhead as the night fell, settling the anxious crowd under a blanket of stars. The Pogues were set to play in their hometown after months of touring all over the country, and everyone had gathered at the bonehead to see them play.

Smoke clouded the air as the fires in the pits crackled and danced with the slight wind. Kooks, Pogues, and Tourons alike crowded the beach and stood waiting in anticipation around the mock-up stage placed for the band.

Then came the opening notes of a familiar guitar and the crowd burst into screams. It was simply electric.

JJ winked into the crowd and they all screamed even louder than the band thought was possible. He could just imagine the uptight kooks throwing a fit, complaining at the loud music. And that’s exactly why he wanted to play here, on the boneyard, where no one had to pay to get in. Where they could play freely, as a huge fuck you to everyone who said they couldn’t make it because here they were, one of the biggest and hottest new music sensations in the world.

You blew him a kiss back, swaying to the music, the very one he’d pretended to capture and place in the back pocket of his shorts.. the crowd none the wiser.

Hints of the sun peeked through the darkness, sunrise on its way as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, holding him close as you sat on the stage long after the show, both your legs dangling off the edge. It had been one of the best shows they’d played, and with their adrenaline still high, you all decided to bask in the moment for a little longer, watching the sun rise.

JJ jumped off the stage and onto the sand, scooping your body and holding you close to his bare chest, your fingers tracing and drawing shapes into his skin while he announced that you were both off to bed and that he’ll see them in a couple of hours seeing as it already was morning.

He whispered sweet promises, nipping at your ear and smothering you in kisses the whole walk back to the Chateau. Or more accurately, the whole time he carried you back, dropping you on his bed with a fake thud, and whining at how much he missed you.

He definitely showed you exactly how much he missed you…all of you.

And when you both turned up to brunch, a little sleep deprived, hickeys coating both of your skin, money was passed around, Pope unsurprisingly winning the round of bets. Laughter echoed as you buried your head into JJ’s chest, cheeks burning and smiles never leaving either of your faces. God if felt good to be home.

#drew replies! #jade n drew ⭐️ #ily <3 #100 celebration ⭐️ #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj x you #jj maybank drabble #jj obx #obx #obx fic #obx au #obx band au #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank au #rockstar!jj maybank

[1-800-choke-me]

So I'm thinking.....early 2000s camp counselor JJ👀

No body steal my idea or I'll hunt you down😤

#i dont know if this has been done before #so let me know but if not im gonna have so much fun with this #jj maybank #jj maybank thoughts #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank au #au

[onsunnyside]

.♡ ⃗ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 (𝟏/𝟓)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | best friend!JJ Maybank x reader (College AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, friends-to-lovers, college au, non-canon ages, ‘lessons in love & pleasure’ trope, kook!reader, size difference, shy!reader, inexperienced & virgin!reader, clumsy!reader, cute first kisses.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗪/𝗖 | 3.97K

𝗔/𝗡 | and here we go !! this is my first obx series, so pls wish me luck, also note that this is a college au, meaning all characters are 21+. this will be angst-free, just a fluffy fic about two friends falling in love, starring a charming blond surfer. i'd love to hear your thoughts about this so far. as always, all mistakes are my own. ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐎𝐁𝐗 (& 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬) 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The rays of the sun beam down, burning your heated face as you exit the building. Hurriedly stuffing your uniform in your bag, you rush down the stairs and toward the main campus. You weave between students, nearly tripping while anxiously checking the time on your phone. 

A few minutes late wasn’t that bad. You didn’t expect your professor to take the entire period given that it was the last day before spring break. It would’ve been more bearable if you had any friends in that class, but none of them showed. Perhaps you should’ve done the same and got a headstart on break too, or at least a full eight hours of sleep for the first time in months. 

Approaching the common area, the familiar sound of the fountain meets your ears amongst the chatter and laughter from your peers. 

Your eyes fall on a familiar blond, a toothpick between his teeth as he mindlessly scrolls through his cell phone. He stands out amongst the sea of plaid skirts, ties and blazers, wearing a backwards cap, cargo shorts and a tank top, his toned arms as sunkissed as ever. You call his name and break into a skip.

“If it isn’t the smartest gal I know…” You melt in his hold, that signature coastal citrusy scent washing over you like waves on a shore. After one final squeeze, he pulls away, his blue eyes flickering down to your feet. “And she still doesn’t remember to tie her damn shoes.”

“I was already running late, I couldn’t stop!” 

He rolls his eyes and drops to one knee, bringing your foot to the other, “yeah, and what would’ve happened if you tripped? Or got stuck in an escalator? Or tangled in some wild vines?” He asks, quickly tying both your laces. 

“Too late for one of those…” You pull up the hem of your dress, exposing the mismatched bandaids on both your knees. 

“Did you try to walk and chew gum at the same time?”

You huff, “actually, I got it while golfing. The tall grass is really misleading.” 

Your mother had scolded you for the grass stains on your new shoes, yet another pair just victim to your clumsiness, much like everything else you own. 

As expected, JJ’s mood sours at the mention of Figure 8. Years after that kegger incident, JJ was still very bitter towards anything Kook-related. He didn’t want to hear about Rafe and his crew and almost turned red at the mere mention of their names. He tolerated you, Sarah and Kie talking about Midsummers, and was absolutely zero help when you were discussing dresses and crowns. 

“Who was there?”

“Just my dad, Sarah and Mr. Cameron.” 

JJ hums, peering up at you through his lashes. “Anyone else?”

You cross your arms, “Rafe never comes if that’s what you’re asking. He’s too busy working for his dad, and is probably halfway across the world, sipping on Dom Pérignon by the beach.” 

“Yeah, I guess it’s not like he asked you to join him… again.”

A loud sigh falls from your lips, “That was one time! And he didn’t even ask, Mr. Cameron wanted me to check on him and make sure he wasn’t blowing profits on new bikes or drugs.” 

JJ drops it after that, he could say anything he wanted but that wouldn’t impact your relationship with the Camerons. Since your parents owned and operated the Island Club, and rich people liked other rich people. 

Your entire childhood was spent on Figure 8 alongside Sarah and the rest of the Kooks. You were grateful to live so comfortably, never having to worry about bills or losing electricity for days on end, but you’ve always envied the Pogues. Their freedom and exciting adventures were so different from the lonely box you were born in. 

With years of friendship between you and the rest of the Pogues, your mother still referred to them as ‘those kids from The Cut.’ 

Your father, on the other hand, had a soft spot for them—especially JJ because of their shared love for cars and motorbikes. There have been a few times that you’ve caught them messing around in the garage after JJ left for more snacks and drinks, practically abandoning you all by the pool for some grease and engines. 

Although he liked the blond boy, you know your father would disapprove of the many nights he’s sneaked through your window for a little sleepover. You were used to it now, sharing a bed with your best friend was a regular occurrence. It was platonic, even when you’d wake up in each other’s arms, tucked close. 

JJ’s morning voice never failed to make you all fuzzy inside. 

“Hello? Are you gonna get on or does the princess need help?” 

Ignoring his remark, you quickly straddle his bike and wince at the dull pain in your thigh, “I also got a nasty bruise that day—note to self, never try to retrieve golf balls from deceitful tall grass again.” 

He chuckles and twists around, “poor baby, want me to kiss it better?” 

As if the sun had solely focused on you, your whole body heats up, a warmth fluttering in your belly as your mind searches for a response. 

“I-I, uhm…oh, I—”

JJ laughs loud with a dimpled grin, “Why don’t you think about it and tell me later? We’re already running late and you know how Pope is with that.”

The Wreck is busy this time of day, every seat filled with college students and Tourons as waiters zoom from table to table. The delicious smell of seafood clouds the air and loud conversations drown out the radio. Sunshine pours from the windows, bathing the nautical decorations in an orange glow. Fishnets, brass ship wheels, and various hand-painted signs hang on the walls, strung up alongside fairy lights and ceiling fans. 

You and JJ beeline for your designated spot, the booth all the way in the corner of the restaurant. As suspected, everyone is already there apart from Kie, you side in next to Pope and exchange gleeful greetings. 

“And she lives! After that tumble at the golf course, I’m surprised you don’t have a cast or something.” Sarah snorts, the memory of you literally disappearing in the grass replaying in her head. “How’d your mom take it?”

You pout, “She was more concerned with my dirty clothes than my injuries,” and your bruised ego, “can you believe it?” 

You’re met with mumbles of ‘yes’ and ‘of course,’ everyone awfully aware of your mother’s obsession with the picture-perfect image. If she had it her way, she would dress you every day to show off that Kook status, she’d put you in pastel prints, ironed polos, and hand-shined shoes. A part of you knows that the only thing stopping her from dressing you like a doll was your clumsiness, a saving grace disguised as aches and bandaids. 

Her overbearing nature was also to blame for your timid heart, sometimes you were too scared to do any wrong that you wouldn’t do anything at all. Looming fear kept you in that box of solitude, unfulfilled expectations and thrills made you shrink away. As a child, you never had the confidence to speak up and often went with whatever your mother said, but that was until you met the Pogues. They helped you get out of your shell and introduced you to new experiences, they were the most patient and caring people you’ve met, and you wouldn’t trade their friendship for the world. 

Out of the corner of your eye, Sarah and John B exchange a few chaste kisses. You immediately turn away, jumping into a conversation about Kie’s whereabouts with Pope. 

“Her dad needed a hand, hopefully, she’ll be back with our food soon.” He answers and slides a glass in front of you, “she got this for you.” 

It was your favourite smoothie flavour. You don’t waste any time and take a long sip, the sweet berries melting on your tongue, a momentary distraction from feeling so different from your friends. 

Under your mother’s watchful eye, you never dared to step out of line and that has led you to being terribly inexperienced in everything dating-related. While your friends were partying and earning their stripes, you were watching from the sidelines and fumbling every opportunity that came your way. You tried to forget all those people who have pursued you, their texts unanswered and calls ignored. 

You shake away those thoughts, “Did any of you have class today?” 

Sarah flips her blond hair over her shoulder, “All my uniforms were in the wash, so it really wasn’t my fault. If private universities didn’t have mandatory uniforms… I still probably wouldn’t have gone.” 

You and Sarah went to the same campus, but your schedules were far different. You could barely remember your own, let alone keep track of hers too. 

Your gaze slowly shifts from each of their faces, “even you, Pope?”

“In my defence, I’m way ahead in all my courses, I could afford to miss a day.” 

“Hmm… And does your dad know?” You tut, tilting your head. 

He stares back at you, “Does your dad know you let Sarah and John B spend their anniversary in the country club after hours?”

Across the table, Sarah’s jaw drops. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” 

“I didn’t! Only you and he know.” You point to her boyfriend who was blinking owlishly. 

John B raises his hands, going rigid under his girlfriend’s glare. “I only told JJ.”

All eyes land on the blond, a paper crane napkin in his hands. “Hm? Oh yeah, I told Pope and Kie.” 

“No secrets between Pogues.” They both high-five over your head. 

You deflate, covering your face. “Don’t tell anyone else, okay? I don’t want to accidentally start some under-the-table business renting the club… My mom would kill me.” 

JJ coos, rubbing up and down your back. “Hey, it’s no different than Sarah lending Ward’s yacht to Pope when he wanted to impress that Touron…” He shrieks when a hand slaps the back of his head, knocking his hat to the ground.

“Idiot! No one knew about that!”

“I think we can all agree that JJ is just terrible at keeping secrets. Can’t trust him with anything.” 

You giggle and sip on your smoothie, half-listening to John B’s rant about some customers at the surf shop. JJ sticks a straw in your cup and drinks too, cheekily bumping your foreheads together, his pretty blue eyes locked onto yours. 

You find it hard to turn away, your gaze drifting over his face. From his strong nose to his cheekbones carrying a slight sunburn to his defined jaw. He flashes a grin, those stupid dimples making you a little flustered. 

JJ was a natural flirt, he could make anyone swoon, he showered his friends in platonic love and affection—hugs, cuddles, kisses, you name it and he’s done it to each of you. He’s dated around the island but those relationships never lasted long enough to get serious, and they’ve never been introduced to your group either. 

You’ve always wondered what he was like as a boyfriend, if he was as sweet with his partners as he was with all of you, if that tenderness bled into all his actions. He wore his heart on his sleeve in the most admirable of ways, although he was hotheaded and troubled, you’ve always felt safe with him. 

You pull away, squeezing your eyes shut, “agh! Brain freeze!” 

He snorts, bringing you forward for a sloppy kiss on your forehead, his cold lips against your warm skin. “Maybe you shouldn’t drink so quickly, ya dummy.” 

Kie finally joins the rest of you a while later, bringing trays of fresh food and more drinks before sitting beside John B. Her long brown hair is up in a bun, loose strands frame her face, “Just letting you all know, I expect a mighty fine tip today and everyone is helping me clean up after closing.”  

“Might as well take my kidney while you’re at it.” JJ speaks through a mouthful of fries, “we’re supposed to relax today.”

“And I don’t feel like getting elbow-deep in dirty dishes if I’m not being paid for it,” John B adds. 

“These free meals say different. C’mon, my dad promised he’d try not to disturb me this week if we get this place spotless for spring break.” She looks at you, brown eyes pleading, “I’ll get you a smoothie to go.”

“I mean… it’s a small price to pay for a week of freedom, right?”

“Not guaranteed freedom.”

JJ leans towards you, “don’t say yes.” 

“There’s six of us, we could get it done in one hour or even less if we work fast!” 

“I guess that’s true.” You agree, despite JJ’s protests. 

“Sunshine, no—if you stay, I’m gonna have to stay too.” 

Kie calls your name, reaching over to physically turn you towards her. “Don’t look at him. If you stay, he’ll stay, same goes for Sarah and John B, and well… Pope will stay regardless because he doesn’t have a choice.” 

Pope pulls a face, “excuse me?”

Truthfully, you were going to stay anyway, but it does make you a little bashful knowing that JJ wouldn’t leave without you. 

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

“Same here.” Sarah decides, earning a huff from her boyfriend, “And just for your attitudes, the guys have to clean the deep fryers.”

“Including Pope.” 

“I didn’t even say anything!” 

After thoroughly cleaning The Wreck, the night concludes with a movie marathon at the Chateau. Pope keeps his streak of picking the best movies and chooses a trilogy you haven’t seen before. Bowls of snacks and beer cans litter the floor, and a half-finished pizza sits on the coffee table. Sarah and John B share one couch, and Kie and Pope are sprawled on the floor atop cushions and blankets, while you and JJ are tucked into the smallest couch, your legs over his lap. 

As the opening credits roll on the screen, everyone takes the opportunity to do more catching up. Kie talks about cleaning up some beaches with other volunteers and her most recent trip off the island, a small project with a group of marine wildlife rescuers. She even shows a bunch of pictures of her with baby turtles. 

John B and JJ talk about their co-owned surf shop, “We caved and hired extra help.”

“Finally!” Kie exclaims, “If you and JJ were running that shop alone any longer, it would go bankrupt, you’re both so fucking lazy.”

“Hey, I’m a great employee. I just got employee of the month actually.” JJ defends. 

“You shouldn’t be proud of that if it’s only you two. You literally just vote for each other every month,” Sarah states knowingly. 

You, Sarah and Pope don’t have much to say about your college careers, except for the lack of sleep and dependence on caffeine. It’s not very exciting, but Pope’s story about his professor who only attends class in socks makes you a little thankful for your overly strict school. 

The marathon goes on, and the conversation dies down by the end of the second movie. Someone’s soft snoring flows over the steamy soundtrack and for the umpteenth time tonight, you look away as the two leads share a passionate kiss. At least it wasn’t another sex scene. 

As your best friend, JJ could read you like a book. He knew you from the inside out, he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it, and he knew all of those humiliating secrets that kept you up at night. One of them being your lack of experience. When you confessed that, he told you it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, everyone moves at different paces and lives different lives—but kissing?

“You’ve never been kissed?” 

You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!” 

“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says differently. He easily pulls your hands down, holding them in his lap, “it’s just not what I was expecting.” 

He generally knew you weren’t the most experienced in intimacy and relationships, and that’s partly why he was so protective of you. Even at crowded parties and in his drunken state, he’d keep an eye on you, watching out for any creeps. Unbeknownst to you, it was an unspoken rule between the Pogues to treat you a little softer, a little sweeter because they all know how sensitive you were. 

But he figured you’ve kissed someone before. Maybe some lucky kid from Figure 8 or a dude from your private school. 

“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”

And to your chagrin, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”

Cute? 

“It’s adorable.” He cups your face, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”

Your chest warms as he pinches and pulls both of your cheeks, puckering your lips when you try to speak, “...posh-ers don’t ha’ tongues.” 

“Oh, so you wanna French kiss for your first time? Didn’t think you were that type of girl, sunshine.”

You push him back and try to scoot away, making do with whatever sliver of space you can manage between the two of you, but he doesn’t let you get far. Keeping you in place with his hands on your hips. 

“You’re telling me, aside from no one taking you on a date before, no one has asked to kiss you either?”

“JJ, you know my parents. My mom is so hard to please, I can’t imagine bringing someone home for her approval. And I had opportunities but… I kept getting too nervous.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, his gaze tracing over your face. You hadn’t realized how close he was until now, you could count his every eyelash and his every freckle. 

“I could help you out.” 

A lump appears in your throat, it would silence your words if you could think of any but you can’t. Too caught up in his deep voice as it repeats in your head, again and again like a broken record.

“You trust me, right? You know me, I’m not—I’m not some guy you just met. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. If you wanted to, uh, kiss someone you just met, go ahead.” He reassures, “but I don’t think you want to do that.” 

JJ was so awfully sentimental when it came to his friendships. His several shoe boxes of polaroids, tickets and trinkets under his bed said enough about his love for nostalgia. He was always one to take a chance, to live in a moment for as long as he could, and to find the positives in any situation, even the worst ones. 

Years down the line, he never leaves the house without the silver zippo that you got him on a trip with your parents. It was easy to find something for each of your friends from your weeks-long stay in Europe: jewelry for Sarah and Kie, a first edition copy of a novel for Pope, and a vintage compass for John B, but you were stumped when it came to JJ. 

You saved his gift for last, long after everyone else had fallen asleep, the mess of your celebratory return littering the backyard in empty beer bottles and confetti. He bugged you all night, eager for his special little something.  

“Don’t open your eyes.” 

“...Mhm, I’m having trouble keeping ‘em open.”

You placed the zippo in his hand and stepped back, “Okay, just feel it.”

He passed it between his hands, dragging his fingers over the cold metal until he popped it open, “a lighter?”

You nearly turned away when your nerves started bubbling and you’re thankful you didn’t, or else you would’ve missed his reaction. To this day, you’ve never seen him smile so wide or his eyes light up that bright at the sight of his initials and P4L ingrained in the silver. 

He’s just JJ, one of your best friends in the entire world. 

Deciding to take this opportunity before it slips away, you nod and his lips meet yours. He starts with little pecks, soft and sweet like cotton candy, and they slowly drag into short kisses. Putting a bit of intensity behind it, his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, but you don’t get the hint until he gently thumbs at your chin, just barely pulling your lips apart. He tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look. 

He’s slow and steady, letting you get used to the feel of him. You exhale in his mouth and shyly follow his lead, hoping he can’t hear your heart hammering in your chest. You don’t know if it’s the sweet rush of his lips against yours, or if this is how it feels to kiss someone for the first time, but you feel like you’ll float away. 

Before you know it, he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours. 

“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.” 

You realize how lightheaded you feel and gasp for air, subconsciously licking your lips to taste him again. In a daze, you breathe in and out, briefly wondering if it felt like this to kiss just anyone. 

One of his hands slips behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?” 

You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.” 

How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over and be the first person to make you into a pretty mess, to feel you in a way no one else has before. He connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

The unmistakable wet noises cause tingles to course all over your body, from your toes to the tips of your fingers clasped in your lap. They only get stronger when he tilts your head to kiss you deeper.

“You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck. Your digits automatically curl in his blond hair, drawing a low groan from his throat. 

That’s when you go completely dumb and totally thoughtless. All concerns fly out of your mind and join the bluebirds above your head. They’re playing a little song to the beat of your heart, hitting every note and putting you at ease like a lovesick lullaby. You almost assume that’s why you feel lightheaded again.

JJ leans back, his voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.” 

“I’m sorry,��� you exhale heavily, the butterflies in your tummy going wild as he caresses your face. “I’m not good at this yet.”

His rough fingers drag down your cheekbones and trace your jaw, the pad of his thumb gently presses on your bottom lip, almost slipping inside your mouth. His eyes seem darker, the clear blue shaded in something you can’t name. 

His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice. I’m gonna teach you everything I know, sunshine.” 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ahhh I've always wanted to write a sweet fic like this, i'm so excited to dive into a new fandom 🥰🥰 i'm still a lil nervous, but i'm hoping for the best !! feel free to stop by my inbox and let me know what you think of this so far, or request blurbs/drabbles for this au !!

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! this fic doesn't have an update schedule, but i'll add dates on the masterlist (linked here) if i have a date in mind. also, here's the 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 for this fic !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

#jj maybank #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank au #college!​jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank x female reader #jj maybank x you #what friends are for au #sonny’s stories #outer banks #outer banks au #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #rudy pankow x reader #rudy pankow #rudy pankow fanfiction #rudy pankow fanfic #college ​jj maybank #college au #best friend!​jj maybank #best friend ​jj maybank #inexperienced reader #college!reader #jj maybank Imagine #rudy pankow imagine #obx #bff jj

[maladaptiv3]

almost finished with part 2 of you’re not a kid anymore! keep an eye on ur tags if u requested to be on the tag list.

#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank adult #jj maybank angst #jj maybank au #obx fic #obx netflix #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #obx 3 #outer banks

[moremaybank]

THIS LOVE (II) — j.m

pairing actor!jj maybank x actress!reader

chapter summary from a glimpse into the past where you and jj share a heated moment that leads to passion and bliss, to the future where jj's reminded of how badly he wants to make you happy again. he realizes that you don't plan on giving him the time of day, and makes a statement that could either help the situation or worsen it.

warnings 18+, language, a lil angsty, a love confession, protected sex, oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering, soft-turned-rough sex, hair pulling [4.1k]

author’s note chapter two is finally here :) i hope you enjoy ♡︎ side note: y/n/n = your nickname! also, there's a flashback within the flashback, marked in italics.

recommended listening butterflies by queen naija, unlove you (s2) by star cast

this love — the complete playlist ;; the masterlist ;; the tag list

❝ CHAPTER TWO ❞

Flashback — Five Years Ago; Age Eighteen

“What up?” JJ greeted, climbing through your bedroom window as he often — if not always — did.

You’d left it cracked open, allowing some fresh air to come in as you sat on the floor at the foot of your bed. Your back was leaning against the mattress, your knees brought up to your chest as you cried to yourself quietly. The minute you’d heard JJ opening up your window to let himself in, you wiped your eyes, trying your best not to show any evidence of your tears.

“I got the snacks,” he informed you, slinging his bag onto your desk and placing the tray of slashes on the surface to give his arm a break. “It was a bitch to carry the slurpees through there, but I did it.”

You could hear the pride in his voice, and normally that would instantly bring a glowing smile to your face, but you just couldn’t muster up the energy to do so. Not while you were in your poor headspace.

And, JJ, being JJ, instantly picked up on your silence. He knew you too well, could easily tell when something was wrong. There was no hiding from him, no matter how hard you tried.

“Hey, you all right? What’s the matter, pretty girl?” He questioned, moving quick on his feet to get to you. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying, J,” you huffed, “‘M fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he said. “I know you. You act like everything’s fine because you don’t want anybody worrying about you. But I’m not just anybody. I’m me. So tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.” 

JJ’s hand came up to your face, the pad of his thumb swiping away the remnants of a tear you hadn’t cleared away. You softened, melting into his touch instantly because he felt like home. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his strong arms, nestling your head under his chin and cuddling into him as he held you and made everything okay. 

Being with him always did. 

But then he broke the silence you’d left him in, and you were pulled away from your thoughts.

“Is this…” he trailed off, treading lightly, “Is this about earlier?”

You thought back to a couple hours ago, and you wanted to cringe. You didn’t want to relive it. 

“J? You here?” You called, walking in through the door of the chateau in search of your best friend. 

You heard faint giggles coming from the guest room he’d claimed as his, instantly giving him away. You grinned as you made your way to the bedroom door. Your hand fell onto the doorknob, and you twisted it open. Your smile fell instantly when your eyes landed on JJ half naked with a blonde in his bed.

“Oh, I, uh— Sorry,” you sputtered out, closing the door as fast as you could and making a bolt for the exit. 

You heard JJ call after you a few times, followed by the padding of his feet against the wooden floors as he tried to chase after you. You showed no signs of stopping, though. Instead, you got into your car, putting it into gear as you watched JJ emerge through the door and down the steps.

“Y/N, wait!”

His words died in the air as you wasted no time making your escape. You drove off, tears welling in your eyes as you left JJ alone, standing outside. 

“No,” you chided, “It’s not about earlier. Just…go home, J. I’m sorry you wasted a trip.”

He scoffed. “You really think I’m gonna leave when you need me? No. Something’s wrong and I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what it is.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself out of his grasp. “Why do you have to be so stubborn? Leave it alone.”

“I’m not leaving shit alone. Tell me. Now.”

“You wanna know what’s wrong that badly? Fine. Then let me ask you something. Why don’t you want me?”

JJ’s mouth went dry at your words and his brows furrowed. “W-What?”

“Why don’t you want me? I mean, you’ll fuck anything that moves. You flirt with anyone in your general direction. You look at everyone. Everyone but me.”

JJ chooses not to answer, knowing that you aren’t finished.

“I mean, I’ve been wracking my brain for months, now. Years, actually, because I thought that you— that we…” You sighed, your hand coming to your forehead. “I just want to know why.”  

“Are you insane?”

“Excuse me?”

“You gotta be insane, here, Y/N. This has to be some kind of joke, ‘cause I’ve been in love with you since we were seven. How can’t you see that?” He moved closer to you once more, thanking the heavens when you didn’t move away from him. “You think I don’t want you? You’re all I want. Everyday. All the time. But, fuck, I— I’m not good enough for you. You have dreams, a-and hopes. Babe, I’m never getting out of here—” 

“—Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth,” he shrugs. “I’m not. But you are. How could I ever be selfish with you and hold you back from that? You deserve more. Better. And I can’t give you that.”

“I deserve you. I deserve us.” Your hands braced themselves on his biceps as you looked into his oceanic eyes. “Don’t you wanna be happy?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“It is, J. Don’t do this. You self-sabotage because you don’t think you deserve anything good, and you push people away. But you don’t have to do that with me.”

His gaze softened, and he looked like he wanted to give in to you. 

“I’ll ask you again. Do you want to be happy?”

“I’d do anything to be happy with you,” he responded in a hushed tone. He looked like a sad puppy, and you wanted to kiss the frown off his face. 

“Then let’s do that. Let’s be happy. Together. Love each other openly and without fear the way we should’ve been doing all these years. You’re the one for me, J. I know it.”

“You’re the one for me, too.”

You kissed him. You melted into him like snow hitting the pavement when it rains. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, urging his mouth further onto yours. He reciprocated just as forcefully, and he tugged you impossibly closer, melding his body against yours and stealing some of your body heat.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your lips. “So damn much. It’s been killing me to not tell you that everyday. Not show you that everyday.”

Your hands slid down to his chest, and your shared gaze only intensified. 

“Then show me now.”

JJ stared into your pleading eyes. There was no way he would turn you down. Not when he finally knew how you tasted. How you felt in his arms now that your feelings were established and everything was on the table. He wanted to throw you into bed and never let you leave, never let you come up for air. But most importantly, he just wanted to express his love for you in a deeper, more intimate way. And with you standing in front of him, looking more beautiful than you ever had, with swollen lips and a pounding heart, he wasn’t going to hold himself back anymore.

He pulled you in for another kiss, his hands holding your face delicately before sliding down your body. His fingers tapped your butt, silently urging you to jump. You did, and he caught you with ease before making his way to your bed. He placed you atop the mattress, momentarily pulling away so he could look at you. You, however, were far too impatient. You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him on top of you with a harsh yank. He chuckled into your mouth as you two scooted to the top of the bed. Pulling away again, the two of you discarded your shirts and rid yourselves of your pants, leaving your undergarments to be the only things separating the two of you. 

JJ pushed you softly against the pillows, granting you one more kiss before he trailed his lips down your jaw and neck. He sucked and nipped at your soft, sweet skin, leaving a path of love bites that led down to your collarbone. 

“You’re mine. Always have been. Always will be. And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

His raspy, lust-seeped voice made you dizzy. You’d never seen him like this and you wanted him to show more of this side to you. You wanted him to bear his soul to you.

JJ’s hands slithered around your form to your back, and he undid the clasp of your bra. He tossed it onto the floor and let his eyes return to you. Your bare breasts laid beautifully, and JJ could feel himself getting rock hard just from the look of them. 

“So fuckin’ pretty. Never even doubted that you would be.”

You blushed under him, wanting to tear your eyes away. You’d gone shy, now, and JJ could sense it.

“Hey,” he said, his hands resting on your hips. His thumbs smoothed circles into your hipbones gently. “Don’t be shy. You don’t have to hide from me. You’re perfect. Let me make you feel that.”

“Okay,” you breathed.

JJ grinned, bending down to give you another kiss. His hands that previously laid on your hips ran up your torso to your tits. He cupped them in his hands, letting his fingers pinch and twist at your nipples, perking them up. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back and pushing yourself further into his grasp. 

JJ broke the kiss, and you were about to whine in disappointment, but then you felt his tongue work at one of your buds. He wrapped his lips around it, swirling and nipping at it lightly in an attempt to pull more pretty sounds from you. It worked. You mewled when he tugged at it lightly with his teeth. He sucked at it once more and let it go with a pop, before mimicking the same actions on the other one. 

“J, no teasing. Please. I’ve waited long enough,” you pouted. 

“Shhh,” he cooed, “let me take my time with you. I’ve been waiting on this for a long damn time too. ‘M gonna do everything I can to savour it.”

He left more kisses down the valley of your tits, down to your stomach. He reached your panties, and his hot breath fanned over your covered core, causing you to shiver. You were already so wet, the fabric giving you away with the large wet patch bleeding through it. 

“So needy, baby. Bet you want me to touch you, huh? Eat this pussy out good?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

His fingers hooked into the hem of your underwear and he pulled it down your legs before discarding it with the rest of your clothes on the floor. He then made his way back down to your core, leaving another abundance of kisses down your legs. He focused on your inner thighs, marking your skin with more hickies. 

You bucked your hips impatiently, trying to get his attention and direct it toward your cunt. He simply chuckled into your skin.

“‘M gettin’ there, princess.”

His lips found the skin surrounding your pussy, and he dragged his tongue along it, inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most. Then, finally, his tongue ran through your wet folds, from your entrance right to your clit, circling it, before running back down.

“You taste so damn good. Sweetest girl I know.”

He’d always called you sweet, but this, now…it had taken on another meaning. 

JJ began to lap at your core like he hadn’t eaten a meal in decades, devouring every inch of you the way he’d always dreamed about. Your moans only made him work harder. He didn’t want a minute to pass by where he wasn’t driving you crazy and giving you everything he had, and then some. His tongue fucked you while his thumb massaged your clit strategically. Then, his lips sucked at your folds as he made his way back up to your clit again. His lips brought it into his mouth, and he pulled at it while he toyed around with it using his skilled tongue. He pushed two fingers inside you, curling up and kneading your walls. He was everywhere, all at once, and he hadn’t even actually been inside you yet. 

He felt you clamping down on his digits, and by the way your cries of pleasure were increasing in volume, he knew you were on the brink of falling apart. 

“J,” you mewled, your hands slipping into his hair ad you grinded your hips against the flat of his tongue. “Fuck. Please don’t stop. P-please.”

Lucky for you, he wasn’t planning on it. 

One magic push of his fingers and flick of his tongue and you were done for. You came, harshly and loudly. Your walls tightened around his fingers so hard that he didn’t think he’d be able to retract them from you. 

Once your breathing evened out, he pulled away from you and stuck his cum-coated fingers in his mouth. He cleaned them off, groaning in pleasure. 

“God, you taste so damn good. When I’m done fucking you, you’re gonna sit on my face for the rest of the night. I don’t care if I suffocate. I’ll die eating this pussy.” 

You motioned him over to you, and when he was in your grasp, your hand cupped the back of his neck as you kissed him deeply.

“You have such a dirty mouth, Maybank.”

“It’s worse when it comes to you.”

You giggled against his lips before kissing him again. “You gonna fuck me, or what?” 

Your hand palmed him over his boxers, and his hips bucked into your touch. He let you rub at him, shutting his eyes as his breathing became shaky.

“Fuck, w-wait. ‘M gonna cum if you keep doing that. I wanna be fucking you when I do,” he spoke, breathless.

“Mm, so stop talking and get inside me,” you teased. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

He got up from the bed, scrambling to find his shorts and pulling a condom out of his wallet. He ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled it on after removing his boxers.

“That was way hotter than it should’ve been,” you breathed. 

JJ simply chuckled before crawling back onto the bed and towering above you. He guided his tip to your entrance, and his eyes met yours.

“I love you.” 

He said it like it was a prayer only you could answer. And it was.

“I love you too, J. Love you so much,” you responded, giving him a smile. He returned it, and pushed into you. He relished in your gasp as he bottomed out and stuffed you completely full. 

You felt him, he was so big and deep that it was hard to breathe. Like he had reached your lungs. You looked down to where you two were joined, and you noticed that you could see his bulge in your tummy.

“Fuck, look at that,” JJ gasped, his pointer finger tracing the outline of himself inside you. He then placed his palm there, pressing down and retracted before pummelling into you again. You felt a gooey feeling deep in your belly, your legs turning jelly-like. His cock stroked your g-spot again and again as he started to move, and it wasn’t long before you were calling out for him again. 

“So big, J. Shit. Too big.”

“But you’re taking me so well, baby. Look,” he instructed. You leaned up onto your elbows, watching as your pussy reeled him in and swallowed him whole. “You can do this. You’re my good girl, know you can take me. Right?”

“Yes. Yes, ‘m your good fucking girl. Gonna make you proud.”

“Already are, pretty girl.”

JJ’s other hand pushed down on the back of your right thigh, spreading you open more so he could fuck into you deeper. His thrusts started off slow as he rolled his hips into yours. Your legs wove around his waist, and your arms did the same around his neck to keep him pressed to you. Lips locked, chest to chest, hands in each other’s hair. Despite being in love with each other since the beginning of time, this wasn’t your first time, and it definitely wasn’t JJ’s. Still, neither of you had ever felt so close to someone, so intimate and vulnerable and open. It was addicting. You could picture yourselves staying like this forever. Remained as one and never daring to let go. 

“J,” you spoke softly. 

“Hm?” JJ hummed, his lips pressed to the nape of your neck.

“You don’t have to be so gentle. I love that you are, but…I want more. I want you to wreck me, really make me yours.”

“Fuck, don’t talk like that, princess. Don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, craning his neck to look up at you.

“You won’t,” you assured him. “Fuck me harder, J. In any position. Anywhere you want. Please.” 

He pulled out of you instantly, his hands grabbing you and flipping you onto your elbows and knees. His hand pushed on the flat of your back, arching you for him. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back, baby.”

“Don’t,” you instructed. “I don’t want you to.”

JJ swore you were trying to make him bat-shit crazy with your goading words. His control had already been slowly slipping out of his grasp since he first kissed you, and now you were telling him he didn’t need to have restraint? 

He shoved his length into you without warning, one hand bracing itself back on your hip and the other on the back of your head, half-smushing the side of your face into one of your pillows. 

“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk for a week straight.”

Grunts leave his lips as his hands pulled you back against his cock. It speared into you rougher than before, with so much force that the bed was shaking and your headboard was smacking against the wall. Your cries were much louder now as he punished your pussy the way you wished he would. 

“So fuckin’ tight. My perfect girl wants to be fucked like a slut, huh?”

“Yes. Yes.”

JJ’s hands circled your wrists and restrained them behind your back, using them as leverage while he pounded into you. His grip was to tight you knew his hands and your wrists would be sore by the time you finished. But the only thing you could really focus on was how good he was fucking you. 

“J, oh my god. Right there, so fucking close,” you begged. “Don’t stop!”

He kept up his pace, but released your hands, watching you scramble to grip onto the bedsheets like a vice. He towered over your back, one arm keeping himself steady while the other thread through your hair and yanked your head back toward him. His teeth nipped at your ear before he spoke. 

“Cum for me, mama. Make a mess on me,” he spoke. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“J!” You called out, your hand moving backward to hold the back of his head. 

The two of you reached your highs at the same time, and JJ collapsed on top of you. He felt like a weighted blanket on top of you, encasing you in his safe and loving warmth. 

“Shit. We’re doing that again.”

-

Pure bliss was all you could feel at that moment. 

JJ’s arms were wrapped around you as he laid on his side. One hand was splayed between your shoulder blades, and the other’s fingers trailed lightly up and down your side. He smiled when you hummed contently, pushing your face further into his chest and planting a kiss there. 

“You gettin’ all shy on me again, baby?”

“A little,” you replied quietly. You felt the heat rushing into your cheeks and you try to hide your growing smile. 

JJ’s chest vibrated as he huffed a soft laugh. “Why?”

“‘Cause I never thought I’d hear you say you were in love with me.”

He scooted lower onto the mattress so he could catch your eyes. 

“I’ve wanted to tell you that every day for over a decade. It’s been killin’ me, pretty girl. I just…I didn’t think you felt the same way, and I thought that if I couldn’t have you as my girl, at least I could have you as my best friend. I wanted you any way I could have you.” 

“I wanted you in any way I could have you too.” 

JJ watched something in your eyes change, and fear instantly crept into his chest. Were you about to say that you changed your mind? That it was a mistake? A million things ran through his mind, but, he needn’t have worried.

“What if we ruin it? Us? J, I can’t lose you. I don’t think I could bear that kind of loss.”

JJ let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and his hand reached for yours. He kissed your knuckles softly. “We would never let that happen. You’re my favourite person, and I’m yours. Nothing is ever gonna change that.” 

“Promise?” You questioned with hopeful eyes.

“‘Course I do. You’re my pretty girl. There’s no way I’m ever letting go of you.”

You couldn’t help but beam at him. 

“You’re my J, and I’m never letting go of you either.” 

JJ’s brows furrowed with confusion, “Hold up…I’m your joint? That’s a little weird, baby.”

“Shut up,” you giggled, shoving his chest. “You’re such a goof. What do I even see in you?”

“Hey!” JJ exclaims with a loud laugh, moving on top of you so he can tickle your sides. 

The love he felt for you had never been as immense as it was in that very moment, and he hoped it would never end, because to JJ, there simply was no happiness without you by his side.

End of Flashback

JJ

JJ thinks back to the last time he got to hear your laugh, the last time he saw your eyes twinkle with pure adoration for him. the last time he saw you happy. The guilt was always unbearable, but it worsened more than he thought possible when he saw you today. 

He needs to fix things. Win you back. There’s no way fate would throw you into each other’s paths again if it means that all hope was lost. Or, at least, he hopes. 

He snaps out of his trance when he hears the clicking of heels against the concrete from behind him, and before he can turn around to see who it is, he hears a scoff. 

“God, are you stalking me now?”

JJ is quick to jump to his feet, following after you. He can hear reporters calling both your names, but he tunes them out. He doesn’t care about the press. He cares about you.

“Y/N, wait! At least let me explain,” he pleads. His hand reaches out, wrapping around your elbow. 

“Let go of me!” You spit, yanking yourself from his grasp. “What could you possibly have to say to me? I gave you a chance to explain five years ago and you didn’t seem to care then. So I don’t care about anything you have to say now.”

“Y/N/N, I’m begging you. Please.” 

“You don’t get to call me that.” 

Before he can respond, a reporter approaches the both of you with his camera flashing in your face. 

“Y/N Y/L/N! JJ Maybank! What’s the deal between you two?!”

You turn to him. “There is no deal. We’re coworkers.” Your head flips back to meet JJ’s gaze, “And that’s all we ever will be.”

JJ watches you storm off, your shiny hair blowing in the wind of your escape. It’s like you're taking another piece of his heart with you as you walk away. 

“Mr. Maybank! Any comments?!”

JJ looks at the reporter, chewing on his words. If he wants to get you back, he has to be bold. And if you aren’t going to listen to him, then maybe you’ll get the message if he goes to the media. His millions of fans have got to count for something.

“Actually, yeah. I’ve known Y/N Y/L/N since I was seven years old. She was my best friend, and my favourite person in the world, and I really hurt her. But I’m going to win her back. Make sure that’s on the front page of whatever tabloid you work for. I want her — and the world — to know.”

THIS LOVE TAG LIST (JOIN HERE!): @mvybanks @jjsbank444 @wildflwrdarlin @pankowperfection @rafesveryrealgf @dreamingwithrafe @maybankslover @tell-me-when-ur-ready @goblink1ng666 @sickyrat @la-neveritayque @dilvcv @obaex @taintedxkisses @loveu-always @em0-b0ysworld @slytherhoes @lanabrock @cecesrings @princessbetsy123-blog

#₊‧°𐐪 this love — j.m 𐑂°‧₊ #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank angst #jj maybank series #jj maybank au #jj obx #jj outer banks #obx #obx x reader #obx x you #obx smut #obx imagine #obx angst #obx series #obx au #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you #outer banks smut #outer banks imagine #outer banks angst #outer banks series #outer banks au #jj maybank fluff #obx fluff #outer banks fluff

[fandomxpreferences]

Game On Chapter Two: Denial Is A River In Egypt

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Frat! and Hockey! JJ x female!reader

TW:alcohol consumption, thats it I believe

Summary: You go to the game and realize that maybe JJ isn't so bad after all.

Word Count:4.2k

After spending days overthinking, Friday is finally here and you turn back and forth in the mirror while scrutinizing your appearance. What the hell are you supposed to wear to a Hockey game?

"Do I look okay?"

You look at Kie through the reflection and she rolls her eyes playfully. 

"You look fucking gorgeous."

You twist your mouth and give yourself one last once over. It's nothing special; some jeans paired with Air Force Ones and an old band tee that you got in high school. 

Sarah smirks with raised eyebrows as she watches you, and crosses her arms as she chuckles. 

"For someone that swears she doesn't like this guy, you seem awfully concerned about looking good for him."

She giggles when you flip her off, and hands you your phone. 

"Let's go. Wouldn't want to be late meeting lover boy." She teases, and you groan before shutting the door and bounding down the stairs and outside.

"Fuck off."

The scent of sugar and vanilla wafts to your nose as soon as you settle into Sarah's backseat, and the familiar environment eases your nerves the slightest bit. It's so undeniably her, and you can't help but smile at the photo booth strip she always keeps tucked into her visor. 

Your comfort is soon interrupted when you kick a crushed monster can under the seat, and scrunch your nose. 

"If my shoes get fucked up, you're buying me new ones."

Sarah turns the key and waves her hand dismissively, too focused on getting music set up. 

"Yeah, yeah.'

The drive is short but fun, filled with loud singing and even louder laughing as you speed down the street with the windows down. 

You rush to grab the door for stability when Sarah rockets over a curb, looking at her with wide eyes. 

"Damn, bitch!" 

She flips you the bird with a laugh and pulls into a parking spot before facing you. 

"It was in my way."

You don't get a chance to respond before she hops out of the SUV and starts toward the door, leaving you and Kie to catch up. 

You look around the crowd of students and strangers clad in team apparel, just narrowly missing someone's elbow as they maneuver past you. 

"We need to find roll call." You half shout and the girls both nod while beginning to look around. 

"It's over there." Sarah points, and you grab their hands to stick together. 

The three of you make it past security and finally stop in front of the counter. 

"I have three tickets reserved under Y/N." 

You smile politely as the young girl starts rifling through a drawer, but she comes back empty-handed. 

"I don't have any for that name. Sometimes the guys try to get people in but the younger players get the last pick. Who reserved them for you?" 

You glance at Sarah and she shrugs with a frown, just as confused as you.

"Um, JJ Maybank." You answer, and she perks up. 

"Oh!" 

She returns a few seconds later holding an envelope and hands it to you with a smirk. 

"So you're the infamous Keg Queen? I've got something else for you, stay there."

You frown at her weird behavior, but it starts to click when you look down and see the name written on the paper. You can't help the smile that burns your cheeks and you shake your head at his antics. 

You look up when you see her coming back in your peripheral, and you already know what she's carrying. 

"Oh my god."

You take the jersey from her with a laugh and tuck it under your arm.

"What did you mean infamous? How do you know my old nickname? I haven't been called that since leaving home." You inquire, and she gives a knowing smile. 

"I'm one of the player's girlfriends. J squared has been talking about you all week at practice." 

Her answer only leaves you more baffled, and she smiles with reassurance. 

"Don't worry, you'll catch up on all the slang and nicknames. They call JJ J-squared and John B is Jombee; they all have a hockey name." She explains, and you nod while trying to stay afloat in a whole new territory. 

"Right, thanks." 

You walk off and jump when Sarah suddenly speaks up. You'd been so caught up that you forgot they were here for a moment. 

"I didn't think he was serious about the jersey."

Sarah casts Kie a glance and they both shake their heads. 

"Where are the seats?" Kie asks, and you try to scrunch your shoulders as you navigate through a sea of painted faces and jerseys. You manage to come out the other side without being marred by beer or nacho cheese and breathe a sigh of relief. 

"Rinkside, right up on the glass." You finally respond, and Kie gives an approving nod.

Sarah raises her eyebrows, only half surprised that he secured you such good seats. You're standing in line for concessions when you decide it's easier to wear the jersey than carry it and slip it over your head just as you approach the counter. 

You place your orders and go to pay, but when the guy looks up from his screen and sees you he refuses your card.

"You're covered." 

You wait for him to elaborate, but he moves on to the next customer and leaves you with more questions than answers. 

"What was that about?" You ask over the rim of your glass, making sure to cup your hand under your mouth as you walk in case it spills while you take a quick sip. 

Both girls shrug as you lead the way, and you manage to make it to your section despite the chaos between you and your seats.

Your eyes widen when you finally sit down, now only a couple of feet from where the team sits. You weren't expecting to be so close to him, and you nibble on your lip at the realization. The hard plastic digs into your back as you shift around, trying to get as comfortable as possible. 

You sit with your head high and shoulders back, absolutely refusing to show any sign of nerves. You're not the girl who stumbles over a boy and makes a fool of herself, no matter how much you're twirling your hair and squealing internally. 

You jump when the crowd suddenly starts cheering and a loud voice comes over the speakers to start announcing the teams. The air is thick with the aroma of popcorn and sweat as people laugh and cheer, eagerly awaiting the puck drop. 

Your shoes are sticking to old spilled beer and the person behind you keeps hitting your back with their knee, but the energy is unlike anything you've experienced. You can't help but smile as the boys make their entrance, and glance around at the screaming audience. 

You watch as JJ skates across the ice while hyping the fans, and it's almost magical to see. He found his place here, drowning in notoriety and attention the way he could never have back home. 

As soon as he's close enough, his eyes scan the crowd and light up when they land on you. He wasn't convinced you would show, and he'd be lying if he said his heart isn't racing in his chest. There's always a surge of adrenaline before a game, but having you here is a whole new rush. 

Your fingers wiggle with a small wave, and he shoots you a wink while smiling around his mouthguard before turning back to the game. 

He's in the zone tonight, hell-bent on playing his best to impress you. He tries to focus, but it's hard when he swears he can feel your eyes burning holes through the number on his back; the same number that currently adorns your frame.

You try your best to keep up, periodically googling something you don't understand and conversing with the girls. For the most part, you cheer when everybody else does and try to figure out what you're celebrating. 

By the end of the first period, you've gathered enough information to have a general idea and find yourself having more fun than you expected. JJ makes a point to look at you every chance he gets and practically stares anytime he's on the bench. 

You pretend not to notice, but Sarah and Kie pick up on the tension and use it to their advantage. What kind of best friends would they be if they didn't make fun of you a little bit?

"So when's the wedding?" Sarah teases, and you shoot her a sideways glare. 

"Keep it up and you won't be invited." 

Her mouth drops open in mock offense and you smirk with satisfaction before turning back to the rink. 

You lean forward when JJ takes control of the puck, and everything seems to move in slow motion as he races forward and shoots it into the net seconds before the buzzer sounds for halftime. 

As if your body has a mind of its own, you leap out of your seat and scream, the sound piercing through the whistles and cheers to cut straight through JJ. His eyes find you instantly, and his heart leaps at the sight of you acting as his own personal cheerleader. 

"Stop looking at her like that, dude."

JJ's eyes never leave you as he tries to focus on his conversation to no avail. 

"Like what?" 

John B scoffs but elaborates nonetheless. 

"Like you're in love."

JJ shrugs and shamelessly watches as you throw your head back in a laugh, exposing soft skin that he wants nothing more than to lay claim to. 

"I'm not in love, dude. That would be crazy." 

John B's eyebrows shoot up as he glances between you and his best friend and he shakes his head with a chuckle. 

"Whatever, you're practically drawing a heart with your names in it." 

JJ's only response is to flip him off, but John B's point is proven when the blonde is too distracted and skates face-first into the wall. Much to his relief, you don't seem to be paying attention and his cheeks burn red as he dips his head and races off the ice. 

You sit back down while the guys disappear for a break, and the girls are staring at you with amusement. 

"Don't look at me like that. You think I don't see the way you're eye fucking John B, Sarah?" You laugh, and she nods. 

"Fair point, but I never claimed not to like him." She argues, and you roll your eyes. 

The three of you are laughing when an employee suddenly appears and taps you on the shoulder. 

"Y/N?" He asks sheepishly, and you smile politely while trying not to seem too suspicious. 

"Yes?" 

He nods his head toward the rink and you wait patiently for his next words. 

"Someone's asking for you. You can follow me if you'd like." 

Your eyebrows shoot up as you look at the girls, and resist the urge to slap the smug look off their faces. 

"Not a word." You mock scold with a pointed finger, and they both raise their hands with small laughs. 

You maneuver your way through the crowd and follow the man closely as he leads you further into the arena and away from the public eye. You briefly wonder if you should have questioned him and almost turn around, but your worries are put at ease when you see JJ standing in the service hallway grinning ear to ear. 

"Thanks, Eric." He gives the guy a fist bump before he heads off, and turns to face you. 

"I couldn't wait till the end of the game to tell you how good you look in my jersey." 

Your cheeks burn hot and you stand up a little taller to try and camouflage the fact you're so flustered. 

"Where are we?" You ask, skimming over the compliment with ease. 

He watches you for a second before answering, and you know he's enjoying every second of this. 

"Outside the locker rooms."

You give a small nod and JJ nearly collapses when you scrunch your nose in a way that reminds him of a bunny. 

"It stinks like sweat and shitty cologne."

His laugh makes you smile, and you can't help but join in. 

"You'll get used to it." He shrugs, and your eyebrow quirks. 

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" 

He takes a step closer and you stare up at him as he smirks triumphantly. 

"Is it working?"

You tap your chin and pretend to think for a moment while moving closer, and just when he thinks he has you, your hand pats his cheek and you start walking backward in the direction you came from. 

"Not even a little bit." 

The sparkle never leaves his irises as you blow a kiss and wink before disappearing and he knows in that moment that he'll do whatever it takes to make you his. 

By the time you find your way back to your seat, the team is re-entering the rink and you plop down between the girls. Despite your insistence that you don't have any feelings for the floppy-haired blonde, your radiant glow suggests otherwise. 

Luckily, the girls don't get a chance to ask questions before the game resumes and you focus on the jersey that matches the one hanging from your body. Time seems to fly by, and before you know it, JJ scores the winning goal. 

You're almost certain that your cheering can be heard over everyone else, but it doesn't stop you from screaming at the top of your lungs. You watch as they exit the rink to shower and stand to go wait in the lobby. 

You figure he'd want you to at least say goodbye before heading out and you're in the middle of laughing with Kie when Sarah grabs your attention.

"Here comes your boy toy on skates." 

You turn around to see what she's talking about, and sure enough, JJ is barreling toward you with John B barely keeping up. He struts up with newfound confidence and swings his arm to rest around your shoulder in a way that forces you closer to his body. 

You ignoré the butterflies that erupt at the feeling of his strong muscles holding you against him and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

There's a moment of awkward silence before John B takes the initiative to formally introduce himself and you're grateful for the distraction as JJ's body wash and shampoo overwhelms your senses. 

"I'm John B, but you can call me JB." He smiles, and Sarah nods.

"I remember, you used to work on the Druthers during the summer."

He looks genuinely taken aback and stutters a few times before finally landing on a response. 

"Yeah, that was me. Never thought you noticed me." 

She rakes he eyes over him slowly in a way that would make even you buckle, and you resist the urge to laugh as he falls prey to her alluring looks and personality. 

"Oh trust me, I noticed you."

There's another beat of silence before JJ speaks, and you tilt your head up to look at him. 

"We're gonna go hit a local bar to celebrate. You guys down?" 

There's hardly any room for argument as you're practically glued to JJ's frame and Sarah has practically sunk her teeth into poor John B. You nod with a smile, doing your best not to be charmed by the way JJ does a cute little fist bump. 

"Who all is going?" Kiara asks, and you wonder when you became so enthralled with the blonde that you lost the common sense to get details. 

"Just us and a few of the other guys. Our other friend, Pope, who was at the party is coming too. Is that okay?" 

JJ doesn't elaborate the way he wants to. He doesn't add that if it's not okay, he'll gladly ditch them in a heartbeat. He'll do anything if it means getting to spend more time in your company. 

"Yeah, that's fine." You affirm, and he responds by pressing a short kiss to your hair that makes your head swim. 

"Perfect."

JJ sends you the address, and before you know it you're piling back into Sarah's car. Your anxiety spikes when see how packed the parking lot is and it only worsens when you walk through the door to a new environment overrun by college kids.

The guys are already inside, and you smile when JJ spots you and starts toward you. Within seconds his hand is on your lower back as he guides you toward a table full of rowdy guys that you somewhat recognize from around campus. 

He stops when you reach the group, and pulls you back into him with his arm loosely draped around your waist. 

"How'd you find a table so quickly?" 

You lean into his touch when he bends down to speak directly in your ear, but you still strain to hear him over the thumping bass from the dance floor. 

"This spot is always reserved for us. Player privilege." He explains, and you open your mouth to form an 'o'. 

"Ah, I see. So you abuse your status as captain?" You jest, and he looks back at you with a sparkle in his eye that you are beginning to realize is a sign of mischief. 

"I wouldn't say abuse. I'm an opportunist. If being captain of the hockey team happens to open doors for me, I'm going to walk through them." 

You smirk and tilt your head toward the bar. 

"So if you have the opportunity to buy a cute college girl a drink, you'll take it?" You half shout, and he really thinks he might be in love. 

"Only if she can kick my ass at beer pong and wears my jersey."

You can't help the wide smile that overtakes your face, and you swear your cheeks are going to be sore by the end of the night. 

"Looks like the Universe is on your side, then."

Two hours and one too many shots later, you're clinging to JJ like he's a lifeline and you've made yourself at home with his friends. Loud giggles leave both your lips as you lean further into his side while you watch one of the members, Bruiser, try and fail to get a girl's number.

Your eyes shine with mischief as you take a sip of your drink and tsk at the younger boy as he sits back down dejected. 

"That was brutal." You tease, and the entire table erupts in laughter when he flips you off and grumbles under his breath. Seeing you banter with his closest friends makes JJ feel warm and fuzzy, and he can't help but picture this same scenario but ten years from now with a ring on your finger.

Your eyes lock with Sarah's across the table as she mirrors your comfortable position with John B, and Kiara is in deep conversation about wildlife preservation with Pope. It's not exactly how you saw your night going, but to your surprise, you're having a lot of fun. 

"You smell good," JJ whispers and you tilt your head back to look up at him through long eyelashes that make his heart stutter. 

"I wish I could say the same, but you reek like old spice and athlete's foot." 

His mouth drops open and he puts his hand over his heart as he feigns offense before pinching your side and eliciting a loud squeal. 

"You wound me." 

Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe it's the way the neon lights buzzing overhead bask him in a bright glow, but before you can think you lean forward and press a kiss to his knuckles that are still laying flat across his chest. 

"Better?"

There's a certain innocence to your tone that tells JJ your motive was pure, but it doesn't stop his pupils from dilating with lust at the doe eyes you're giving him. 

He's mere seconds from stumbling over his words and carrying you back to his room when the bartender announces last call, and he breathes a sigh of relief. He doesn't understand why you specifically can fluster him so easily when he's spent years perfecting his craft, but he knows it's something rare and special. 

"We should probably get back." You sigh, and JJ resists tightening his hold until you morph into one body as you start to stand up. 

Sarah and Kie seem to notice your movement and excuse themselves as well, but not before exchanging phone numbers with their respective boys. 

"Do you need a ride? I can call an Uber and ride back with you so you don't get kidnapped." JJ offers only half joking, but you shake your head. 

"I haven't been drinking," Kiara interjects, and she almost feels bad when she sees the kicked puppy look on JJ's face. 

"Text me when you get back so I know you're safe?"

The sentiment causes a wide smile to pull at your lips and you nod before pressing a short kiss to his cheek. 

He watches as the three of you walk out with your arms around each other while laughing and John B shakes his head. 

"Is our little JJ growing up? Has he finally met the woman that can put an end to his wondering eye and dog-like ways?" He teases, and JJ flips off the group as they all make mocking kissy noises. 

"Fuck off." 

Meanwhile, you're subjected to the same torment the entire way back. Your head lays against the cool glass window as you try to block out the sound of Sarah and Kie's goading. 

"So you seemed really cozy." Kie smirks, and you roll your eyes before kicking the back of her seat. 

"Just friends, Keeks." 

She scrunches her nose at the nickname, a moniker you know she hates and that you only use when you want to get under her skin. She lets it slide though, and turns around with a scoff when she comes to a red light. 

"Yeah, friends totally look at each other like that." 

You groan loudly when you realize she isn't going to let it go, and breathe a sigh of relief when her attention is momentarily drawn back to the road when the car behind you honks. 

"I treat him the same way I treat all my guy friends."

This seems to grab Sarah's attention and much to your dismay, she joins in suddenly. 

"No, you don't. You were friends with Rafe and Topper yet you never once let them get that close or gave them that big doe-eyed look you always have when you're talking to JJ."

"Okay, why am I being interrogated?" You whine, and the girls just laugh. 

"We just want you to admit that there might be more to your feelings than you're letting on." Sarah shrugs, and you finally throw your hands up in defeat. 

"Okay, fine! Maybe I have a little thing for him, but it doesn't matter. He's just in it for sex like every other college jock." 

You're about to go on a whole rant when your phone suddenly vibrates and cuts you off. You slide it out of your pocket just as you finally step out of the car, and your heart races at the name on the screen. 

"Oh." 

Sarah frowns and leans over, nearly knocking you down in the process to get a look at what has your attention. You angle it toward her so she can read better, and her eyebrows shoot up as she scans over the text. 

Did you get home safe, cupcake?

"Just in it for sex, huh? Last I checked guys like that don't care about your safety and well-being." 

You ignore her and focus on responding, just typing out a simple yes and hitting send. Barely a second passes before the bubbles pop up to show he's typing, and a smile tugs at your lips against your will. 

Good, because I expect to see you again at next week's game and if I'm lucky enough maybe even before then

You shake your head with a chuckle and the girls watch from the sidelines with knowing looks. 

hmm, we'll see

You don't wait for a response before heading into the house and your best friends are hot on your heels. 

"You're in deep this time, you know that right?" Kie asks, and you stop in front of your room just long enough to respond. 

"I know." 

At that, you close the door and head to the bathroom to start your nightly routine. 

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you slip off your jeans and crawl into bed. In your still buzzed state, your inhibitions are down and you find yourself pulling the jersey up over your nose to inhale the now-familiar scent of JJ.

It doesn't take long to doze off, and even in your dreams, you seem to know that one way or the other, you're not coming out of this the same person.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank au #jj maybank hockey #jj maybank frat #jj maybank series #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #outer banks series #outer banks au #outer banks fluff #outer banks hockey #outer banks frat #obx imagine #obx series #obx au

[of-many-aus]

The Deal

Summary: jj is approached with a challenge that he couldn’t refuse, even if he tried

Warnings: underage drinking, stealing, mentions of killing and violence

A/N: i don’t really know what to think of this series so far- i hope you like it though :)

Hate Myself for Loving You Masterlist

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

JJ Maybank could do anything. That was just common knowledge. The boy could pickpocket without a second thought. Surf the biggest wave in the middle of a hurricane. Run from the cops for hours without breaking a sweat. The list goes on.

But the one thing that JJ Maybank couldn’t do- something that was also common knowledge to the whole island- was back out of a challenge.

If someone so much as uttered that they thought JJ couldn’t- or better yet, wouldn’t- do something, the boy would set himself on a war zone that only ended with him completing the task. Which is why it was best to never even think the words ‘I dare you’ within a five mile radius of the boy.

He supposed that was how he found himself in his current predicament, about to do what could perhaps be considered the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. And that list was as long as the island.

Of course, JJ would like to say that he had been minding his own business when it happened, but nobody would believe that- not even if they were meeting him for the first time and had only known him for a few seconds.

He had been chatting to some snooty touron that wore a watch that was almost the size of his head and sparkled brightly in the light of the bonfire. Said watch was what JJ was currently trying to discreetly swipe off of the boy's wrist.

“-and then I told her that of course, it was no problem that I paid the ten thousand dollar fine.” He spoke boisterously, clearly trying to attract the attention of others nearby as he flexed his fathers vast fortune.

It took everything the blond boy had not to wrinkle his nose at the realization that people like the kooks lived off the obx as well, that some people weren’t any better off the island.

The tourons words were slurred and he was stumbling while trying to stand in place, watch wearing hand holding onto a red solo cup that had a bit of liquid left sloshing around in it.

JJ figured that the dude was so drunk that he no doubt could have just asked for the watch and he would have given it to him, but stealing it was much more fun.

“Maybank!”

The boy froze for half a second, thoughts of how he was caught slamming into his mind, but he roughly pushed them away. Instead, he finished slipping the watch into his back pocket and put on a neutral face, turning around to face the three advancing figures, the one in the front of the group being the one that had called his name.

“Fellas!” JJ greeted with mock happiness, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Beat it,” Rafe snapped at the touron who’s eyebrows had furrowed at being interrupted, but the drunk guy stumbled away nonetheless, muttering under his breath as he went.

So this wasn’t about the watch, they would have called him out in front of the touron if it was.

Topper was leading the pack with Kelce and Rafe right on his heels, which was slightly strange, considering the fact that Rafe was always the one taking charge.

Right now though, it was clear why Topper was in the front. He had a look that could kill on his face and JJ was on the receiving end of it. Whatever the boy did must have been bad. Too bad he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was.

“You,” Topper seethed, surging forward and seizing the boy by the collar, shaking him for good measure, “You need to keep your little friend away from her.”

Now JJ was confused, “Who?” He asked dumbly.

“Routledge.” The blond angrily turned him around to face the direction of where John B was happily chatting to Sarah Cameron by the fire, “You need to keep him the hell away from Sarah.”

Realization dawned on Maybank before the confusion kicked back in, “I don’t have anything to do with that.”

Topper smiled suddenly, a chilling smile that even made JJ uneasy, and he released his hold on the boy, making a show of smoothing out his shirt for him.

“Of course not, but you could always steer his attention away.” Topper spoke smoothly, “There’s some ways to do that, like, oh, I don’t know… dating his sister.”

JJ’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach, “What?”

Kelce shrugged nonchalantly, “Everyone knows he hates the idea of his little sister dating, so what better way to distract him than his own best friend taking her out?”

His face turned up in disgust at the thought that these boys assumed they could just tell him to take you out. As if they had any say over your life, “Why the hell would I do that?”

“Oh, we’re intending to pay you, of course.” Topper was now speaking as if it was just a normal conversation, “For every date that you take her out on, we’re willing to pay two hundred dollars.”

That was more than he made in two weeks when he worked at that fancy country club.

“And don’t worry,” Rafe jumped in with a menacing smile, “We’re not expecting you to do this forever. Just until the midsummers dance, that way it distracts John B long enough for Topper to get back with Sarah.”

Two hundred dollars.

“And what if I say no?” JJ challenged with a raised eyebrow, trying to keep his composure.

Topper shrugged, “We could always have someone else go out with her. Someone who would do it for far less of a price. Come on, Maybank. What’re you, scared?”

Uh oh. That was a challenge. Something that he couldn’t back out of, even if he tried. It was a pointless battle against himself, and he knew it.

JJ’s stomach churned with worry and disgust. Of course, he knew how awful their offer was- being paid to take you out. But what if he didn’t? What if someone else was taking you out, someone with far worse intentions.

You and JJ might not always get along, but he couldn’t do that to you. That wouldn’t be right. Not to mention John B would kill him. Well, he would anyway if he took you out.

There was a hard look in his eyes when he spoke next, a sort of serious determination that was exceedingly rare to see from the boy.

“Fine.” Was all he said, doing everything in his power not to cringe.

“Wonderful. It’s a deal.” Topper smiled widely, turning on his heel, “Pleasure doing business with you, Maybank!” He called over his shoulder as he and the others strutted away.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

You must have first started hating JJ Maybank in the third grade, because that’s when all the firsts happened. First tests, first friendships, first crushes, first hatred’s.

He was in the fourth grade along with your older brother at the time, and you couldn’t stand him- not a single thing about him.

It was probably due to the fact that at the mere age of nine, he had been chasing after your brother in your yard when you had been innocently walking across it, probably to go fishing off the dock. He hadn’t seen you in the way and body slammed right into you when his head was turned, sending you tumbling to the ground with a face full of grass and dirt.

JJ had been frozen in place, horrified as you started crying, but before he could even open his mouth to try and apologize, you had started screaming at him. Telling him that he was a dumb boy who had too big of shoes if he was tripping into you while running.

Immediately, he turned furious, snapping back at you about how you should have been watching where you were going instead of being in ‘la la land’.

The two of you proceeded to launch into shouts of the best insults that your young minds could muster, and were mere seconds away from lunging at each other when Big John had wandered out at the commotion and physically had to hold each of you back.

But even with your restraints, it did nothing to stop the venomous looks you sent at one other. Glares that declared from that moment forward to be rivals. To hate each other with every bone in your body. Even now, at the ages of fifteen and sixteen, neither of you had stopped.

“Bambi,”

Speak of the devil.

You and a couple friends were hanging out at a kegger that your brother and his own friends started a couple of hours ago, nursing some red solo cups near a bonfire when you heard JJ Maybank call out to you with that stupid nickname he gave you a couple years back.

A scowl appeared on your face as your friends silenced around you and you turned around to glare at him, “What do you want, JJ?” The annoyance was clear as day in your tone.

He spread his arms out with a large grin, “What? I can’t stop by to say a friendly little ‘hi’ to you?”

“No.” You deadpanned with an eye roll, “So beat it, Maybank.”

“Relax, Bambi, relax,” The blond held his hands up in mock surrender, “I come in peace.”

“Since when?” You shot back, taking a long sip from your cup.

“Since now.” He smiled at you. He never smiled at you, “I just wanted to talk-“

“Not interested.” You cut him off and turned back towards your friends, “Come on, guys,” You muttered, “I need another drink.”

Your friends hurriedly trailed after you as you stormed away, always getting worked up whenever JJ was around.

The boy was left behind, watching your retreating figure.

This was going to be harder than he thought.

#hate myself for loving you series #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank au #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #outer banks x reader #outer banks x y/n #outer banks x you #outer banks #john b routledge #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge x you #john b routledge x y/n #john b routledge x sister reader #10 things i hate about you x reader #10 things i hate about you #10 things i hate about you au

[princessbrunette]

₊🐈‍⬛˚ʚ 🥛₊˚🎀°˖ 🤍｡˚

mechanic!jj who’s a lil toxic, always manhandling you n telling you off ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

he’d show up to a beach party you’re at straight from work, grease still smeared all down his shirt, hair matted under his cap — face all frowny n pissed off. spotting you chatting happily away to a guy worsened his mood and he yanks you away, pulling your arm to face him.

“so uh— you don’t answer my calls n’ now you’re here playin’ cute with this random douche? you wanna explain yourself or what?”

“jayj! you’re finished work!” you’re too tipsy to fully take him in, reaching out to him with a dazed smile and he swats your hands away making you frown.

“nah, answer me. not playin’ with you babe.”

“this is my friend!”

he tongues at his cheek, eyeing the guy who stands awkwardly — watching the whole exchange.

“hes not your friend, okay— i fixed up this guys car once. dudes a loser, trust me— c’mon.” he doesn’t give you room to argue, wrapping a hand around your arm once more and dragging you to his truck.

“jj that was mean.” you complain, glossed lips pouting at him as he backs you up against the cool metal of the vehicle door.

“yeah? you wanna tell me more about that? or— hear me out, you shutup n’let me pound that pussy in my truck. up to you, mama.” he purses his lips, still clearly pissed before manhandling you aside— popping the back door open. “yeah, i didn’t think so. in you go.” he nods at the open door when you fall silent.

he was mean, but god was he sexy.

₊🐈‍⬛˚ʚ 🥛₊˚🎀°˖ 🤍｡˚

#jj maybank prompt #toxic!jj #mechanic!jj #toxic mechanic jj is my new fav combo of aus

[maybanksbabe]

POV: JJ always disappears late at night, now you know why

#jj maybank x reader #ghostface!jj #jj maybank au #slasher au #jj maybank moodboard #libra edits #blood tw