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Touch her again & I’ll kill you | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: After multiple run ins with harassment from Rafe, JJ finds out what has been going on and doesn’t like it one bit. #protective JJ 

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! Warning: harassment, sexual advances/sexual harassment, blood, fighting. if anything like this is triggering, please don’t read. and if I missed any other warnings, please please comment and I will put it on here! 

As you sat next to Sarah and another kook girl, lounging by the country club’s pool, you regretted coming out. Maybe you should have just gone fishing with JJ and the boys; Kie had a family function she couldn’t miss. 

You especially felt that regret when you saw Topper heading toward you and his goons following; Rafe Cameron being one of them. 

Sarah and you had been friends for a couple years and during those couple years, it never failed that Rafe would say something to you that crossed the line. Rafe Cameron had seen you as this trophy; a trophy he would try to get with all of Sarah’s friends. You were the only one who hadn’t fallen for his bull shit and he’d found the chase as his own personal mission. 

You’d hoped the harassing would come to an end when you and JJ started dating, but it only seemed to get worse. 

“Looking beautiful as ever, ladies.” Topper greets Sarah with a kiss.

You tried to look occupied, texting JJ to ask how fishing was going.

“You ready to leave the pogue trash for something better yet?” Rafe asks from behind your lounge chair, leaning in dangerously close. You could feel his breath on your neck; there was a tinge of mint and of course alcohol.

“Me and JJ are fine,” You knew during all these encounters, you should say something back, stand your ground but you were terrified of Rafe. Terrified of what he would do to you if you stood up to him..

His fingers mess with the ties of your bikini top, “baby I didn’t ask if the two of you are fine, I asked if you were ready to leave him.” He rounds the chair, taking the seat on the edge of the chair in between your legs.

You’d hoped and prayed someone would stop him from harassing you. maybe one of his friends? A bystander?; You knew Sarah would never and didn’t blame her. You’d asked her after the 4th encounter if she would tell Rafe to stop, that it made you uncomfortable. She approached him that night after you left. The two of them argued and she came over the next day with a black eye. You didn’t ask her again.

Your phone buzzed next to you and when you picked it up to read the text, Rafe jumped at the opportunity, grabbing the phone from your hands, “Oh who is this that you are texting?”

“Rafe quit it.” You reach for it but he holds it away, “Rafe seriously!”

“Oh it’s JJ baby with a heart by his name,” He teases, “makes me want to vomit.” He stands, beginning to read the text, it was a photo of JJ holding a huge fish he’d just caught with a text under it, “I’d say it’s going pretty good, we’re eating good tonight.”

“What a tool.” Rafe laughs and you see his fingers typing.

“Rafe, stop what are you doing?” You stand again trying to stop him but he turns away, continuing the antic, “Rafe stop!”

“Okay okay.” He chuckles, turning around and handing you your phone back, “I’m just messing with you. I didn’t text him anything.”

~

JJ didn’t know about how Rafe treats you. You didn’t want him to know because if he did, he’d go after Rafe and knowing Rafe, there’s a chance he would kill JJ. Rafe had already threatened JJ’s life if you told him. You were stuck and didn’t have a way out.

“You okay?” JJ places his hand on your lower back. You, him and the other pogues were entering the park where they were holding a summer movie night. Your mind was elsewhere, especially when you saw Rafe’s blue pick up truck parked in the lot. Just knowing he was here, sent your anxiety through the roof. 

You forced a smile, nodding, “I’m great.” 

After finding the perfect spot, your eyes danced around the faces in the lawn trying to spot Rafe before he spotted you, but it was too late he was already feet from you. 

“Hey pogues.” Rafe announces as he steps up behind you, his hand lightly on your lower back. You try not to cower at his touch, not wanting to alarm anyone. 

“Rafe, what are you doing here?” Kie says with a roll of her eyes. “This doesn’t seem like your scene.” 

“Yeah,” His eyes look down on you, “Rose thought it would be a great family outing.” He’s subtle as his knuckles rub your lower back. 

JJ hadn’t noticed the interaction as he was distracted with Pope, arguing about the drinks and snacks in the small cooler. 

“Sarah said come see her before the movie ends,” He directs it to you, hand still on your back. 

JJ had looked up now, his eyes taking in Rafe with his hand on your back and your shrunken and uncomfortable form. But just as quick as he’d seen it, Rafe had already moved himself from the group, heading back toward his family. 

JJ watched as your shoulders sagged, like you had been holding in your breath. 

~ 

About half way through the movie, your bladder was full and bouncing your knee up and down wasn’t helping. You knew you couldn’t wait until the end of the movie, but had held it as long as you could. You were scared if you headed toward the bathroom Rafe would follow you. 

You take a look over your shoulder and spot Rafe with his family, his attention is on Wheezie and something in her hand. Maybe you could sneak away. 

You place your hand on JJ’s arm, whispering, “I’m going to the bathroom.” 

“Okay,” He nods, sitting up straighter as you stand, “you want me or Kie to accompany you?” 

You shook your head, “watch the movie, this is your favorite part.” you give him a reassuring smile and squeeze his shoulder as you walk toward the bathrooms,  trying to avoid Rafe seeing you and getting in anyones way of the screen. 

Unlucky for you, the bathrooms felt like a mile away, situated at the entrance of the park. You could barely hear the movie from the speakers. 

You quickly used the bathroom and as you were exiting you ran into someone’s hard chest; Rafe. “Rafe.” you place a hand over your beating heart, “You scared me.” 

“Sorry.” He glances over his shoulder, he was in the clear, not a soul in sight. “Perfect place if you ask me,” 

“What?” Your face is contorted in confusion, trying to side step him, but he blocks you. 

“I mean you couldn’t have picked a better place. You waited a while but I could be patient.” Before you can react, he has your back against the brick wall, his hands fondling their way around your body. 

“Rafe, what the hell are you doing!” You shriek, trying your best to push him off. 

“I saw the looks you were giving me, this is what you wanted. I know it is.” His hot breath is on your neck. 

“That is not what was going on!” You try again to push him away, but this angers him, his hand wraps tightly around your throat, holding you against the wall. 

“Stop fucking moving. How dare you bring him with you? Kiss him, hug him, right in front of me? What are you trying to make me mad? You trying to flaunt him off?” 

“Rafe,” You gasp, nails digging into his skin, but he’s unfazed, “Rafe please-” 

“What the fuck!” 

You gasp for air as Rafe’s hands leave your neck and his body is thrown to the ground. You’re met with a red faced JJ. You’d never seen him as angry as he was in that moment. 

He thought you were taking longer than needed and thought he’d check on you, especially seeing that interaction with Rafe. When he approached, he didn’t expect to see Rafe’s hand on your throat and his other hand roaming your body. He saw red. 

“She wanted it, begged me for it!” Rafe defends, shaking the dirt off him, “Fucking slut.” 

JJ looked between Rafe and you; you didn’t look like that interaction was wanting. You were scared, terrified. Tears forming in your (color) eyes. 

JJ turned quickly punching Rafe, he never seen it coming. JJ climbed atop him, his punches not slowing down. His hand gripped Rafe’s nice polo, now stained with blood and yanked him toward him, “You ever, I mean ever, touch her again. Hell you even look at her.” He was seething, his teeth clinched in anger, “I will kill you. I’m not scared to go to jail for murder,” His lips slowly turn into a smile, “Hell, I’ll smile while I kill you and smile as they carry me away in cuffs.” He tosses his body back in the dirt. 

You let out a sob and clinch onto him as JJ long arms wrap around you. He holds you for a moment, “shh.. it’s okay, I’m here.” His fingers run through your hair, trying to calm you. 

He pulls back from you, hands cradling your head and his eyes locked on yours, “let’s get you home, yeah?” 

~ 

JJ took you home and cared for you. He ran you a warm bath, made a cup of your favorite drink and sat next to you on the bed. You hadn’t said a word since you left the park and he wasn’t going to push you. 

He reaches for you, gently caressing your cheek and notices the bruise already forming on your neck, where Rafe had his grimy hand. He feels the anger boiling again. His knuckles are gentle on your neck, inspecting the bruise. “I should have killed him. I should have done it.” 

Your fingers wrap around his wrist, “don’t say that. You wouldn’t be here with me if you did.” 

“he.. touched you.” He says through gritted teeth, “I mean what if I hadn’t come to check on you? What if I hadn’t shown up when I did?” 

“but you did.” you say softly, hand on his cheek in an effort to calm him, “you saved me.” 

“And I always will.” 

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MINORS DNI 18+

“Give it to me, baby. C’mon,” JJ MAYBANK gestures to you, beckoning you with his sets of fingers flicking towards him as you gun right for him. He stoops, ripe to catch you, strapping his forearms under your thighs as he growls in approval with his teeth sunk low into the skin past his lips. You sling your arms around his neck, bumping the bill of his backwards-cap, so you fix it for him with a giddy lovesick grin.

“Jayj,” you sing, folding your legs around his hips coyly. The alcohol has reached your head, all woozy as you lull back. Preemptively, JJ arches away, counteracting your weight with his to rebalance you and bring you back to him. A tinge of hot color dusts your cheeks from the tipsy intoxication.

“How’re we feelin’, babycakes? You look a little out of it.” he asks but you know he doesn’t care about the answer, he just wants to point out how cute you look when you’ve been drinking. In your little stringy bikini, you let him grab onto your ass as he walks with you in hand. With every step, you jostle limply, breaking eye contact to pick yourself up again. Aware of your drunken state, you grin in spite of yourself, and it curls his lips too. There’s a mischievous gleam in his eyes when you meet his gaze again after you take a while to answer. “There’s my girl.”

“M’feelin’ al-right.” you reply with a committed nod, mustering up an endearingly determined expression as you draw closer to him. Sweetly, he pecks your unresponsive lips, kissing your wet teeth a bit and pulling back a string of saliva between you two that breaks. Instinctively, you chase his mouth, and murmur: “Bored.”

“‘Bored’?” he parrots, playfully incredulous, as if his princess could dare be bored. “You’re bored, huh? Well, that just won’t fly.” He shows you he’s about to drop you with a little double pat to your ass cheek, and you brace yourself for it, landing on your feet and adjusting the straps of your swim suit. “Want another beer? I’ll make it special for you.” His way of making beer from a keg in a red solo cup special is to blow a little kiss on it before he hands it to you. But you’re not interested in that right now.

This beach-side bonfire party had gotten to your head, and now you’re looking for a change of pace, so you grab onto two of his fingers to lead him away. As you walk in front of him, swaying your hips, he gets a glance at your backside stuffed into that teeny bikini bottom and he moans through his nose, head lulling back. He straightens, rolling his tongue between his lips, eyes glued to the way that ass moves when you take a step. “You look fuckin’ good, baby.” He gives you a sharper smack this time, one that makes you face him to hit him scoldingly with a scoff. As if he didn’t just swat you, he holds his arms up in feigned bewildered surrender, mouth gaping in obtuse shock. When the novelty wears off, he drops the act and steps to you. You press your hand to his chest to ward him off, but he checks you out, “You feelin’ slutty?” his low voice isn’t low enough, and you consider shoving him for saying something like that amongst all these people.

Indignantly, your jaw hangs, blinking at him in disbelief as he flashes you a raise of his brows. You concede with a roll of your eyes and a huff, snatching back his hand in which he leisurely follows you by. He knows where he’s going, what you’re about to beg him for. Find your car and finger blast you in the passenger seat until you’re ready to rejoin the party like nothing happened. Maybe if he’s lucky you’ll wanna sit on his cock a bit, play a little game of just-the-tip which always ends in you getting plowed. Warily, he glances over his shoulder to gauge any prying eyes as he lets you lead him away.

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Isn't that what friends are for? - JJ Maybank

Pairing; JJ Maybank x female!kook!reader

Warnings; Language, family reunion gone bad, generic rude comments made by family members, friends to lovers.

Summary; You take JJ as your date to your sister's wedding, and not everything goes to plan.

You got the invitation two weeks before the wedding itself. Baby pink cardstock, cursive gold letters, and printed flowers announcing the date, time, and venue of your older sister's wedding. It was late notice, and you hadn't known she was even engaged, yet here you were, staring down at the mail in your hand, too late to RSVP to the special event.

Your sister was five years older than you, with a superiority complex beyond saving, and was the kook princess of the outer banks long before Sarah Cameron came along. She moved to the mainland not two years earlier, and you were left alone with your parents and their expanse of money to do as you wished. You weren't surprised to hear about the wedding this late, you were something of a mess to your family, kook gone bad, hanging out in the cut and wasting your days on fishing and beer. Your parents were out of town, and you'd thought nothing of it until this, but now you knew where they were. They were on the mainland, helping out your sibling with their stacks of cash and credit cards.

It's stupid, but anger consumes you, and even though you'd never cared for weddings, it hurt to think they didn't care to tell you, nor invite you until the last minute. It was a pity invite, and you knew that much was true. So somehow you take the invite across town, to the chateau where you know your friends will be. John B, Kie, Sarah, Pope, and JJ are all there on the porch when you arrive, just as expected.

"Look at this shit." You raise the invite high in the air, before flinging the flat card like a frisbee over to John B, who catches it with expert skill.

"A wedding invite? Your sister's getting married?" He's squinting at the words, Sarah, who sits in his lap, doing the same. She's the first to take the invite from John B's hands, fingers scanning over the details of the card.

"Wow, you got this pretty late, don't you think?" She's seen the date, clearly, and looks up with raised brows.

"Yeah, they did that on purpose, they don't want me to go, I know it." folding your arms over your chest you move to sit next to Pope, who pats you on the shoulder in such an awkward way that you have to smile just a little.

"Give me a look" JJ has made his way to John B and Sarah, and he snatches the card from their hands, scanning the words fast. "I hate cursive man; I can't read this shit."

He chucks it in Kie's general direction, the thing falling at her feet before she picks it up. "The wedding's in two weeks? Shit Y/N, you think you're gonna go?"

You shrug, leaning back into the broken-down couch on which you sit. "They don't want me to."

"That's all the more reason why you should." JJ circles the porch before coming up beside you, sitting on the arm of the couch and staring you down with an affectionate, yet mischievous gaze. "You allowed a plus one?"

His question takes you off guard, and you nod waiting for one of your other friends to interject—they don't.

"Great," JJ claps his hands together, "I'll go with you, cause a little bit of chaos, and make this shit fun." He's grinning ear to ear, and you know it's a bad idea. Going by yourself in the first place will cause enough trouble with your sister, considering she's disgusted by your choice of lifestyle and friends, and you're still not sure why she bothered to invite you at all, but bringing one of those companions she hates so much will make things ten times worse. Maybe that's part of the appeal, however, because in the next instant, you're saying yes, and you feel a whole lot better once you do.

"We're going to a wedding ladies and gentlemen!" JJ announces to your small group of friends. He stands taking your hands in his own and pulling you from your seat. "We're gonna have a fantastic fucking time."

-

You don't know why you let JJ talk you into going. He was a charming boy with a big smile that was hard to resist, and a tendency to steal things that didn't belong to him—your heart included. So, though you don't quite understand how you ended up on a ferry to the mainland with JJ Maybank by your side, you weren't surprised.

"I seriously can't believe they didn't tell you." JJ is leaning over the railing of the big boat, looking out at the water as he speaks. His brow is furrowed in deep concentration, something that is always very concerning.

"I can." You step up beside him resting your arms on the railing. "They won't expect me to be there." You turn your gaze to the blonde boy and find his eyes on you already. He smiles, lighting up the evening air.

"Well, you know how I love to make an entrance." He winks and at that moment JJ is almost irresistible "And besides," He continues, "they might be happy to see you."

"Maybe." You look him over in the evening light, the sun beams shining against his hair like a halo. "Thanks for coming with me."

JJ's smile widens as you say it, and he drapes an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. His hug is tight and comforting, and he's so warm despite only being in his old grey tee and cargo shorts. "No problem princess, no Pogue goes into battle alone."

You laugh at that, and you swear you can hear JJ's breath catch, if only for a second. He doesn't seem to acknowledge it, however, so neither do you, leaning into his side just a little more.

The mainland is way busier than Kildare, and even though you've been there many times before, the differences to your natural Outer Banks habitat always seem to surprise you. You can't get away with as much in Charleston as you can in the figure eight, let alone the cut.

"D'you got the invite?" JJ asks, hand on your shoulder as you walk down the street. You got off the ferry an hour ago and, as of right now, are scanning the street signs for directions to the venue. The wedding is tomorrow, but you insisted on mapping out your route, so you knew where you were headed when the time came. You pull the envelope from your pocket and hand JJ the invite as your eyes drift from place to place.

"Look, Y/N let's just ask someone for directions tomorrow, or better yet, GPS." His hand gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and you turn to face him, finally giving in.

"Okay, but I swear to god JJ if we miss this wedding—"

JJ's laugh cuts you off and he removes his hand from you "Am I mistaken or were you not the one complaining about this little trip ten minutes ago?"

At that, you slap him on the shoulder, moving forward toward the nearest fast-food shop you can see. "I need to make an appearance so I can see their faces, Jay. I need to see my sister's utter disgust."

JJ jogs up beside you just as you enter the closest store, picking up a menu as he passes the counter. "What's your sister's name anyway? Gotta make a good impression."

"The devil incarnate." You turn to face him just to see the smile on his face as you say it, and it's there and wide as it ever could be.

"You really hate her, don't you?" JJ says, eyes moving to scan the special deals on the wall of the restaurant. You follow his lead, reading over the prices with minimum focus.

"I don't hate her, she's my sister, I just dislike her views on—almost everything."

"Including Pouges?" JJ presses, eyes flitting to your figure.

"Including Pouges." You confirm, JJ running a hand through his hair as he watches you, thinking a thousand things about your being.

"I bet she hates that you're one of us, huh?"

To that you look at him, the smallest of smirks falling to your face at the sight of the tired, blue-eyed boy. "I was always a Pogue JJ, they just didn't want to admit it. Now they have to."

-

The next day, you're exhausted, waking up in a cheap hotel, its walls covered in bubbly, chipping, white paint. JJ is in the other bed across the room, passed out with his cheek squished up against the hard hotel pillows. He's in his clothes from yesterday, though at some point during the night, he discarded his t-shirt in favour of the cold night air on his skin.

"JJ, wake up." You watch JJ's still body unresponsive to your words, and when you say them again louder, with little to no reaction from the boy, you almost think he could have died in his sleep.

"JJ, get up, holy shit you sleep like a log." You're out of bed now and standing over JJ with your hands on his shoulders. Your skin touching his own is enough to set alight something in JJ, waking him without you needing to give him a single shake.

"Good morning to you too." He grumbles, hand moving over the top of yours. "What's the time?" His voice comes out a tired slur as he moves into a sitting position begrudgingly.

"We have an hour, Jay, we slept in."

To that JJ groans even louder, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, ready to stand. Once he does so you rush over to your bag, grab your things, and move into the bathroom. JJ gets dressed by his bed, pulling on his white button-up and trying his best to smooth out the wrinkles with his hands. He can't lie that he does in fact want to make a good impression, on you if not your family. He doesn't need to impress you, you're already one of his best friends, but for some reason, he felt the strong urge to try and do so. When you come out of the bathroom JJ realizes why. It all seems to click in his head, the reason why he was trying too hard to remove the creases from the fabric of his pants and straighten the collar of his shirt. It all made sense when he saw you. You're in a sundress, cute and simple, but JJ finds his mouth agape at the sight and he thinks perhaps you in a sundress may be his kryptonite.

"Well don't you look handsome," The sound of your voice as you approach sends shockwaves down JJ's spine and he knows then that maybe he wants a little more of you than what he's got.

"Oh, this old thing?" JJ pulls at the fabric of his shirt, a wide grin forming on his lips as he tries to mask the beating of his heart. "This's just a little something I threw on." He's making eye contact, even though it's hard not to look at everything else.

"You look fucking great." He takes your hand in his own, thumb running over the back of it, feeling your skin against his. You smile, and with pride, JJ watches as your face flushes.

"We better get a move on Jay," You clear your throat and JJ smiles a little wider, taking in you and the sundress again. "We can get breakfast on the way and brush our teeth in the car." You're still talking as you move toward the door, and JJ squeezes your hand which is still tightly wrapped in his own.

"Are we just gonna leave our bags here?" JJ gestures toward the pile of both his and your things, and you shake your head, moving back over to your bags and letting go of JJ's hand. You grab your things, waiting for JJ to follow suit, before you leave the hotel room, checking out with JJ close behind.

-

The wedding is packed when you get there and you highly doubt your sister or her husband to be, have this many friends. You think it's safe to bet that your sibling has never spoken to half of these people in her life. Walking in with JJ, however, is a relief. It's a weight off your shoulders to have someone you trust by your side when running into the line of family fire, even if he does just head straight for the drinks and appetizers being served.

"So, when do you think we'll start to be heckled and chased out of here with pitchforks?" JJ's mouth is stuffed with some kind of cracker, his voice muffled.

"Hopefully never, JJ."

You take one of the appetizers for yourself before JJ can swallow them all, ushering the boy over to a seat to watch the ceremony. It's long, drawn out, and rather boring, but there are a few old people shedding tears and wiping them away with fancy monogrammed handkerchiefs, clearly enjoying the show more than you ever could. JJ's knee bobs up and down beside yours, the boy never able to sit still, and you loop your arm through his as you sit and watch your sister wed a man you've never met.

"God, how can she walk in those shoes?" Your voice comes as a whisper next to JJ's ear, and your close proximity makes him shiver.

"I dunno, but I reckon you could do it better." JJ's eyes follow your sister as she walks arm in arm with her new husband, his brows furrowed and you laugh, the sound masked by clapping and cheers of the other guests.

"Do what better Jay? Walk in those shoes? Not a chance." You're looking over your shoulder now as you wait for your sister's figure to disperse and JJ steals what might be seen as a longing glance your way.

"You can do fucking anything, baby." His own words startle him, but you more so, your head snapping his way with wide but mischievous eyes.

"Baby?" You question the nickname, trying to hide a smile.

JJ clears his throat, shifting in his seat before standing with the rest of the guests, offering you a hand just for show. "What'd you mean?"

"You just called me baby." You say it again, staring him down, and this time you let your smile show. It's embarrassing for JJ only because he really did enjoy not only saying the word but using it to refer to you. It made him feel warm and secure in the fact he had you with him, but now he was damn worried you hated him for it. Your smile says otherwise.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. We'll never know."

You laugh, looping your arm through his again. "Oh, I think we already know."

JJ doesn't say anything to that, instead opting to nudge his elbow into your side, a nervous smile plaguing his features. He's leading you away from the seats and you know he's heading back to the appetizers table when you're stopped by two people. They step in front of you and JJ, blocking your path, and when you lock eyes with them your heart sinks. It's your parents, with rather stern looks on their faces.

"Y/N, you came." It's a long, drawn-out sentence provided by your mother, your father placing a hand on her shoulder—a silent conversation between them. JJ can feel you tense beside him, a figure he can hardly recognize, and though he knows it's not the best idea, he unhooks his arm from yours and trails it around your waist, watching your parents' eyes as he does so. He wants to make a point that you have someone here to protect you, to defend you from whatever nonsense they decide to spout about your being.

"JJ Maybank," JJ extends a hand toward your father and mother. "I don't think we've met." He smiles wide, inviting conversation if they dare to start one, but JJ's last name alone seems to scare them off, and for once JJ is happy for his father’s bad reputation. They choose to ignore him, turning to you with a newfound attitude.

"We'll see you at the reception." Your mothers voice sounds calm enough, but you know she's calculating ways to prevent you from attending as she leaves, your father in tow.

When they're finally out of sight, your shoulders drop from their unusually high place, and you turn to JJ with eyes closed in frustration. "I fucking froze, they just appeared, and I froze." Placing your hands over eyes you let out a quiet groan, irritation consuming you, running across you skin like a flame.

"It wasn't all bad." JJ doesn't know what to do, so he stands there awkwardly, wanting nothing more but to touch you, though he doesn't think he has the right to do so. "Their faces were priceless."

You chuckle, hands falling down by your sides as the other guests begin to mill out the gate, ready for the reception. "We should get going if we've gotta walk to the next hellscape."

JJ takes your hand, his other pointing out the gate as you turn. "I don't think we have to walk, man. They have shuttles."

He's right, and when you follow his gaze, there are four white shuttles filling with people ready to be escorted to the next venue. Others get into their fancy cars, white and black, sleek-looking things, before driving off. You and JJ, however, opt to take the free and less fancy route, and you jump into the first free shuttle that you see. It takes mere minutes to get to the place, and you hadn't realized just how close the locations were to each other until you'd travelled between them, but now JJ offers you a hand as you step out of the shuttle, and you walk with him to the wide open double doors of an ornate hall.

"This shit is crazy man." JJ is staring at the ceiling, which is decorated with huge, hanging soft blue and white lights, leaving you to guide him through the crowds of people.

"Can you please watch where you're going?" You mutter when JJ almost bumps into his fourth person within three minutes. He nods, still looking around, before shaking himself out of his trace.

"Oh, to be a Charleston Kook." JJ swings his arm over your shoulder, words spoken not so quietly into the air surrounding you. A few heads turn, but JJ ignores them, a smile on his lips. "At least we look fucking good right?" He's turned his head to face you, and his close proximity is enough to make even the stablest woman faint.

"Yeah, at least we look good." You send him a smile, though with your heart beating so fast you can't do much more than that. It's then that you see your parents again, sitting at the far table closest to where the bride and groom will later sit. "Fuck." They're looking right at you, and JJ follows your gaze to them when you speak. He feels you tense again and stops dead in his tracks, turning you to face him.

"Why are you so scared of them?"

"I'm not." You sound doubtful, eyes flickering back to your parents as they whisper to each other. JJ can see the concern in your eyes, taking your hands in his own.

"Stop. stop looking at them." His words do nothing to tear back your gaze, and his hands come up to hold your face. "Don't look at them. Look at me."

JJ doesn't regret saying it, but he can't deny that his breath catches in his throat when you do in fact look at him. Only then does it register just what he's doing, where his hands are, and just how easy it would be to kiss you...

But he doesn't. JJ shakes himself free of all the raging thoughts that beg him to do something he shouldn't, and instead he smiles. "Don't let them pull you down, baby."

He's staring you down, gaze softer than it should be for someone that just wants to be friends, and he tries not to flinch when your hands come up to rest atop his on your cheeks. "You did it again."

There's a smile on your lips that matches his, and JJ plays right into your trap. "Did what again?" He's lost in you then, and he hates himself for falling, but he just might be.

"You called me baby." Your grin grows wider, and JJ removes his hands from your face, even though he doesn't want to.

"I guess I did." He's not as nervous this time, perhaps because he's so giddy to be this close to you. "You seemed to like it, though."

JJ is pushing his limits. He knows that well enough, but he's never been one to run from danger. He watches your demeanour change; examines the way your chest pauses movement as you hold in a breath before you speak.

"I guess I did."

Those few words almost kill him, and he's falling again and falling hard. The flirting is heating his body, skin crawling with the urge to pull you closer, press his lips to yours, and never stop touching you. But he just grins, eyeing your lips without shame until both his and your attentions are pulled to something else.

It's the bride and groom waltzing in with smiles on their faces. Your sister looks pleased with herself as if she knows she was rich before but is even richer now thanks to her marrying a man with a fantastically decent job. And then her eyes lock onto you, and things change. She's still smiling, but it falters for a second or two when she examines your figure, as well as the boy beside you. She's heard of JJ, and clearly, it's obvious just who he is when she sees him. JJ dares to put an arm around your waist again, sending fireworks through your body as he leans down to whisper in your ear. "She's pissed. Mission accomplished."

You let out a quiet chuckle, smiling back at your sister and gripping onto JJ, just for the show of it, and definitely not just because you want to.

God, JJ is losing it. The way you touch him makes him feel just that little bit more alive, and it drives him crazy when you pull back and lead him toward a table. He doesn't want to sit down unless he's got you on his lap, he thinks. But you sit in a different seat to him, distance put between you as you wait for the food that is bound to come at such a fancy wedding. He smiles, watching you close as you eye the cake on the other side of the room like a child. JJ wants to go steal it for you, run over and take it, the two of you able to eat it with your hands as laughs escape you. But that's just a fantasy, and soon someone is making a toast to the bride and groom, one that lasts a little too long.

"Have you ever thought about getting married?" your voice comes quietly beside him, and it takes JJ off guard.

"Not specifically." he hasn't thought about marriage, but he has thought about being paired with someone, having a relationship that lasts longer than one night. It's occurring to him now, whilst you're inches away that perhaps he wants that with you. He doesn't let on though, and soon the other man's toast is over, and people begin mingling with each other again. JJ's eyes drift back to the sundress you're wearing subconsciously, and he lets it sink in just how much he actually thinks about you. He doesn't quite understand how he didn't comprehend the way he felt about you sooner.

"JJ." his name falls from your lips, and he's snapped back into reality. Your smile is contagious, and the borderline flirtatious nature of it is deadly and oh so tempting, but he gathers his wits and smiles back.

"What?" He asks, voice matching his expression, but before you can answer, someone is calling your name. When you turn, it's your mother waving you over to her table with your father at her side. You know they want you to come alone, but JJ isn't having it, and he stands when you do, linking his arm with yours again. "Shall we move to the front lines?" His breath brushes against your ear as he whispers to you, and you nod, moving toward your parents' table with caution but confidence, nonetheless.

"Hey, Mom, Dad." you greet them each with a smile, though not a genuine one, and before you or your parents can get another word in, your sister appears like Casper the ghost in her cocaine-coloured wedding dress.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice is shaken, and you would almost think her to be scared if not for the furious look upon her face.

Your sister's eyes flick over to JJ and it's like a teen comedy the way her school bully attitude comes about. "You brought a plus one." She's still eyeing up JJ, most likely assessing whether she has the strength to push the boy from the building. JJ smiles, warm and welcoming and it only infuriates her more.

"I got an invite. Were you not expecting me?" Your voice comes surprisingly steady, and you even find it in yourself to send a mocking smile. It's much easier to fight back against your sister than it is your parents.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am." JJ slips into a fake Southern drawl, and it's absolutely priceless the way not just your sister, but your parents react. Wide eyes and concerned frowns consume the three of them, and it makes everything just that bit better.

Your sister turns back to you, repeating her previous statement despite being very clear the first time. Her intentions are unknown to you, though you enjoy the way her face goes beet red with frustration. "You brought a plus one."

You smile a little wider, looking at JJ with overexaggerated glee you would only see in a Disney movie. "I did, isn't he just the cutest?" You rest your head against his arm for good measure, your mock joy turning true as you watch your sister slowly come to her breaking point. You don't understand why she doesn't want you at her wedding. You understand the late invite, just for good measure, but whilst you never got along, you weren't that bad with each other, and your tendency to prefer Pogue life over your natural Kook habitat was no true reason for exile, yet here you were being pushed further from your family. Not that you entirely minded.

"Y/N, why are you here?" Your sister doesn't speak this time, instead, it's your father, who looks disapproving as ever. JJ feels you tense again, and takes over, just in case you can't make out the words.

"She told y'all already. She got an invite, and who loves to turn those down? You lot invited us, so if you didn't want us here that's kinda on you." It's not the smartest thing to say, but with your arm now looped through his, as though you were a real couple, he doesn't care what he's saying, as long as he's defending you.

"We did not invite you, boy." It's your mother, and she speaks with words direct as a missile, aimed at JJ for the kill. But he deflects expertly, like he always does.

"Well, technically you did." he's giving her one of those scrunched-up face looks that are done in the movies when one character is about to prove the other wrong, and he knows he's got her pinned. "With all due respect, Mrs. L/N, the invite stated a plus one was invited, and that plus one is me. So, if we put two and two together, that means I was invited to this wonderful wedding." He spares a glance at you, finding a small, proud, smile on your lips when he does so. The fact you might be proud of him as well as yourself sends an electrical current through his veins.

"Well, with all due respect to you, Mr. Maybank, I would like you to leave." Your sister is beside herself with anger and you think she might pop from the expanse of it. JJ only smiles, hugging you into his side.

"It's nice to see you've heard of me, all good things I hope." He feels extra confident thanks to the way you lean into him, accepting his affectionate advances as he plays this little game with your family.

"No good things at all. I want you out of here." Your sister isn't going to take no for an answer, and you still don't get why this bothers her so much. What it is about you and your company that she despises, you may never understand.

"You need a reason to kick him out, and so far, he's been nothing but kind to you. It seems quite unfair don't you think?" You carry a look of mock concern as if you're explaining manners to a child. Your sister isn't having it, and you didn't think she would.

"He's a Pogue, Y/N!" Her voice comes louder than it should, and a few heads turn in her direction at the sound of it echoing off of the walls. You don't let it faze you, and JJ stands just as strongly at your side.

"Oh, but he's just so handsome." You lock eyes with JJ, bringing a hand up to his cheek for dramatic effect. "I think I'll keep him."

JJ's heart is racing with the compliment and the touch of your hand, and when you pull it away, he feels as though he's lost a part of him. He winks at you, flirting with absolutely no shame around your family. They don't bother to show him respect, so why should he give them anything close to it? Instead, he focuses all his attention on you because, quite frankly, that's always been his favourite thing to do.

"Y/N," your mother's scraping voice comes again, tearing your eyes back to her table even when JJ internally begs for you to look at him again. "We gave you a chance, and you blew it. Go home."

That gets you riled up, and God does JJ find it attractive when you respond, the utmost fire in your voice. "You never gave me a chance. You didn't even want me to come here, but I did because it's my fucking sister's wedding, and yet you're mad that I exist? And you," You turn toward your sister, eyes tearing deep into her soul. "Why d'you hate me so much? You're no angel yourself, you know." When you finish, no one says anything, dead silence consuming not just your family, but the entire hall you stand in. After a minute or two passes, you're done with it.

"This is so pathetic. You want me to go? I'll go." You take JJ's hand in your own, leading him out after you with your head held high. There's going to be one hell of a fight when both you and your parents meet again back home, but you're okay for now.

"That was one hell of a wedding." JJ laughs, stopping in his tracks once you're down the block. He turns you to face him, and all the anger you felt before melts away at the sight. His blonde hair falls hopelessly into his eyes, smile crooked and sweet. Something about it pulls you in and clearly, JJ feels something similar because soon, he's taking a step forward. "So, you think I'm handsome, huh?"

It's mischievous and playful, and just what you need right now. "I think you are very handsome, JJ Maybank."

"Well," JJ is testing the waters, watching you with cautious, yet needy eyes. "I think you're pretty smokin' hot yourself."

"Is that so?" Your smile is contagious, and your flirting kills him with every breath he takes. "You know," You start the sentence with just as much romantic intention, but JJ doesn't let you finish it. He takes the risk of pulling you in, closer than you've ever been to each other, and he kisses you with an amount of passion he's never felt before. His hands grip your hips, and he knows he shouldn't be doing what he is, but he can't back out now. He's kissing you, and as he does so, he thinks that maybe he never needs to breathe air again. He can just breathe you. But you do pull back eventually, flushed and confused, though JJ made a mental note that you did, in fact, kiss him back.

"Sorry," He mutters, even though he is most definitely not. "I wanted to know what it felt like to do that." His hands are still on your hips, though he doesn't grip them as tight now as he waits for your response. It comes slowly, and you take time to catch your breath and process his words. When you do finally speak, he's taken aback.

You sound so calm, and JJ can't quite believe this is happening to him, but he sure as hell likes it. Your hands come to rest over JJ's, still placed neatly on your hip bones. You don't move them away, though, and he takes that as a good sign.

"It felt pretty fucking good."

You smile then, a smile full of intention that JJ wants so desperately to unlock. "Would you like to try again? You know, to make sure we really know how it felt?"

JJ swears you'll be the death of him one day, but he thinks he'd be content with that if it meant he got to kiss you one more time. And he does, not wasting a single second. He doesn't think he'll ever waste time with you again.

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Lean on Me // JJ Maybank

pairing: jj maybank x neutral!reader

summary: as much as you love being the go-to person for your friends, it's not all sunshine and rainbows. all it takes is a shitty week and an argument with your boyfriend for your strong exterior to break.

warnings: angst, arguments, brief wound description

a/n: i lowkey hate this bc it didn’t turn out how i intended but whatever. enjoy!

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The Outer Banks was lucky to have you. That’s what JJ would say within a heartbeat. He knew there were a lot of deserving people amongst his friends, but man, you were way too good for the Pogue life. He owed you so much in the year and a half that the two of you had been dating. You were his rock against all odds, between his shitty dad and the raising anxiety in his chest after almost losing John B, you kept him grounded.

JJ loved watching you interact with your friends at the current kegger on the beach. You were so gentle and weaved your way along them them like it was second nature. The smile on your face was addicting, you seemed so carefree under the glow of the bonfire. The summer air, warm on your bare skin.

“Hey there, handsome.” You plopped on the log next to JJ, elbow nudging him gently as you made yourself comfortable. “You okay?”

JJ could really only force a nod and pushed a smile onto his face. He leaned close to press a kiss on your temple and let his arm fall around you shoulders. “Just love you, a lot.”

You were a little shocked at his outward affection but smiled nonetheless. “Love you too. A lot.”

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You fell into a caregiver role naturally. Growing up, you had to learn how to take care of yourself first and foremost and when you did enough of that, you went for those around you. The broken bits of your upbringing reinforced your selflessness but increased a lot of anxiety and stress at a young age. You tried to never let it get to you, and if it ever did, you handled it in private.

Your friends adored you in every way possible. You were always there when they needed you - a reassuring rock to lean on at any moment. You were the best listener and always gave such great advice and the best hugs. Your overall presence could comfort a room without any words. They were internally grateful for everything you did.

It was very rare the Pogues saw you lose your cool, but in all honesty, this week was creeping up on you. Tensions were on the rise with the investigation of the Cross of Santo Domingo, and as much as you loved your friends, you were growing exhausted. You missed the way life was before the gold, when you would all just mess around without any worry while doing stupid teenager things. Your anxiety was growing and it felt like you would break at any sudden noise. You knew you needed some space, maybe a good cry if it came to it, but there was a lot going on right now.

“Y/N, hey!” John B came barrelling through the door with a burst of energy. You winced at the loud noise but forced a smile regardless.  “Are you able to make a quick grocery run really quick? You can take the Twinkie. We just need some basics.”

You had just settled down on the couch and wanted nothing more than to lay there in silence. “Yeah, yeah sure!” Pushing yourself off the couch, you grabbed your own keys from the table, opting to just drive yourself in hopes that it would lessen your stress. “Just text me a list!”

The day didn’t seem to ease up as the grocery store was packed, not to mention one of the bags ripped and spilled chips and yogurt across the parking lot. You managed to keep it cool until you were back in the safety of your car, letting a few tears slip before taking a deep breath and moving on.

After loading everything into John B’s kitchen, you set to work prepping dinner knowing everyone could use a home cooked meal and some quality time together. Shoving a pack of beers and a few wine coolers into the fridge for later, you decided spaghetti and meatballs sounded entertaining enough. Putting a pot of water on for the noodles, you managed to find some garlic bread in the freezer to heat up too.

The chaotic noise of your friends soon filled the room, lots of laughing and conversation filling the suffocating silence. “There you are!” JJ’s voice overtook the others as he came sliding towards you. You smiled at the motion, letting him wrap his arms around you as you stirred the noodles ahead of you.

“Hi,” You murmured, leaning back against him in comfort for a second to press a kiss on his lips before he disappeared right after. The beer was soon discovered, Sarah grabbing a seltzer and kissing your cheek in thanks before joining the rest of the crew on the patio. 

Normally, you didn’t mind them having fun while you busied yourself with something for them. It just felt like the pressure in your chest was building and you didn’t know how to slow it down.

Opting for a cup of water in hopes that it would help, you started grabbing dishes from the cabinets. One of the glass cups slipped past your fingers, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as it shattered against the worn hardwood floor. You stepped back in shock and managed to land right on a shard of broken glass, slicing through the skin of your foot in a second.

“Shit!” Being a bit more cautious, you avoided as much glass as possible and grabbed a wet paper towel to handle your foot. Admitting defeat, you sat on the ground and tried to slow the bleeding.

“Hey, babe? Food ready?” JJ slammed the screen shut behind him as he entered the room. Eyes scanned the room for a moment before he realized you weren’t in the kitchen. “Babe?”

You winced at the harsh cut in your skin and put pressure on it. “Down here.” JJ’s face came into view seconds later, taking in the scene of you on the floor.

“Hi, hey.” He carefully avoided the glass, although his boots could withstand some damage, and made his way over to you. “Let me grab something.” He returned shortly after with a hodgepodge of supplies from John B’s cabinet in hopes that some of it would work.

You took some peroxide and gauze from him before cleaning the scrape. “Thanks, J.”

JJ busied himself with cleaning up the broken glass while you did your best to stop the bleeding. He watched you for a moment, concerned about your lack of reaction. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, refusing to look at him because you knew you were holding on by a thread. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault and you felt bad for making them think that - if they even did. Grabbing some gauze, you laid it across the scrape before wrapping your foot and taping it off as a temporary fix. “Dinner’s almost ready if you want to get everyone.”

Everything seemed to move smoothly. Dinner was great, all of you laughing and joking around with some delicious food. The summer air was warm and the sound of crickets chirping was calming. You had hopes that this was just a momentary flicker of weakness and you’d be fine before bed tonight.

Sarah joined you in the kitchen to tackle cleaning dishes. “So, Y/N… are you joining Kie and I for our vacation weekend whenever life blows over?”

A question you’d heard many times before. Kie and Sarah had been joking for a while now about a getaway weekend since all the three of you did was spend time with your significant others. Of course, it was always pushed back for the chaos of your lives and would probably never happen, but it was a comforting question nonetheless.

You laughed in response, nudging her gently as soap splashed from the sink. “You know I’d be there in a heartbeat, Miss Cameron.”

“What trip?”

You turned to glance at JJ, the smile not leaving your face as you stacked the plate in the strainer. “Nothing. We’re just joking.”

JJ obviously had lost his fun mood and stared at you with an incredulous face. “You’re going on a trip out of OBX? When?”

Tossing the towel on the counter, you moved to fully face JJ. “J, I’m serious, we’re just-” You didn’t get a chance to explain before someone interrupted you.

“You’re leaving?” John B’s voice came in next, looking at his girlfriend with a goofy smile. “Do I finally get a weekend to myself?”

You shook your head aggressively, not suspecting the sudden third degree. “No, we’re not leaving and no, you don’t get a weekend to yourself. JJ, what’s going on?”

You didn’t know what had been set off in him, but this was not the same JJ that pulled you into his side five minutes ago and held you like no other. JJ aggressively ran his hands through his hair. “I just don’t understand why you’re hiding things from me.”

“Excuse me?” Your shoulders tensed at the tone of his voice, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. “I’m not hiding anything!”

JJ tossed his hand out. “First, you won’t tell me what’s wrong and now you’re jumping on vacation when we have some serious shit going on here? What the hell, Y/N.”

“JJ, nothing’s wrong! And we aren’t going right now, John B and Sarah literally just got back and we have the cross to look for.” You put your hands on your hips. “Why are you starting an argument with me over a joke? That’s so unlike you.”

“Yeah, well maybe you don’t know me!” His voice rattled around you. Your friends were quick to seclude to the pullout and create their own conversation to give you space. “You’re so busy fucking taking care of everyone else that I barely see you anymore, and when I do, you barely talk to me!”

Shaking your head you didn’t break eye contact with him. You had no idea where this change of heart was coming from, but you were already on a thin sheet of ice today and knew you couldn’t argue with him all night. “JJ, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m here literally-”

“I’m talking about the fact that you’re not here for me. If you’re going to leave me, Y/N, just fucking do it. Rip the bandaid off. I don’t need you to linger and make it hurt worse.”

“You know what JJ… you’re right.” You folded your arms across your chest as tears burned in your eyes. You weren’t fighting over this, not with him. “You’re right. Don’t know why I even bothered. Sorry for trying.”

You left the words in the air and brushed past him, trying your best to walk on your injury. A heavy sob broke rattled through you as soon as you made it out of the Chateau. Your chest burned with pressure, unable to let enough emotions out at one time. You needed to stop doing this.

Climbing in the car, you slammed the door shut and immediately curled into yourself. You tried so hard to keep everyone happy. You did everything you could to keep your friends, your family together as much as possible. Always putting everyone first, never saying no if you could help it. Everything you did was for everyone else and it still wasn’t enough. You wouldn’t ever be enough.

Back in the Chateau, JJ knew he fucked up. When the screen door slammed shut behind you, he let out a loud groan and slammed his head against the counter. “Okay,” Kie was up in a second and pulled him away from the possibility of sharp objects. “Let’s not give yourself a concussion now.”

“I fucked up,” JJ whispered as he dropped to the floor and covered his face with his hands. “I fucked up so bad.”

Pope let out a scoff. “Really? I didn’t think so,” He answered sarcastically. “Seemed like such a loving conversation.”

JJ didn’t have the energy to glare at his friend. “I just… Dad got in my head earlier and I totally just reacted instead of talking it out.” He knew he shouldn’t have stopped at the house, but he knew even more to never listen to what his dad had to say about him.

“You don’t need to tell us,” Sarah tried to guide him as best as possible. “I’ve never seen Y/N that close to tears, in all honesty.”

JJ pulled himself off the ground and peeked out the window to see your headlights still shining across the grass. He surprisingly avoided eating shit on the rug and took off outside, scrambling to talk to you.

Your vision was blurry as you tried to blink tears from your eyes. You couldn’t even bring yourself to drive home, knowing it would be too difficult with everything going on right now. The whole argument was more dramatic than you intended for it to be, and maybe if you weren’t already upset, you would’ve just walked away instead of yelling back.

Your car door was suddenly ripped open as you flinched away in shock. JJ’s form appeared a second later, his heart dropping at the sight of you so upset. He took a moment, observing the rapid movement of your chest and your tear-stained cheeks. He could curse himself a million times over for doing this to you.

“Babe, you gotta breathe,” JJ’s voice was gentle as he moved your seat back so he could get closer. He knew the telltale signs of a panic attack a little too well.

You let your head relax against the headrest and forced yourself to take a deep breath. It was shaky, but it was enough to start calming your racing head down. When you were young, you were taught to never show weakness in front of anyone, no matter how bad it got. You hated that JJ was seeing you like this…vulnerable, weak.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Tears of his own were building in his eyes. He hated to see you in any pain, but knowing he was the cause of it was even worse. He rarely ever saw you cry. “I saw my dad earlier a-and I took it out on you what he said… Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Your voice cracked as you looked away from him in an attempt to break eye-contact.

JJ’s fingers were gentle as they turned your gaze back on him. “No, it’s not. What I said in there, it’s not true. You do so much. For me, for our friends. We don’t deserve you, not one bit. You never expect a thank you, never ask for anything. I am so grateful, I’m so so lucky, to have you in my life. Don’t ever think differently, please. Even if it comes out of my own mouth. We all know I can be pretty dumb every now and then.”

“Don’t say that,” You whispered. You hated when he talked down on himself like that.

“See, proving my point. I hurt your feelings and you’re still being nice to me even if I don’t deserve it,” He countered. JJ reached over to turn your car off and took your hand to guide you out. “Come on, let’s get some ice cream and I’ll make it up to you.”

Sniffling, you climbed out with his help and let him close the door behind you before wrapping you into a hug. Another shaky breath escaped your lips as you clung to him, letting him hold you tightly until you could catch your breath and calm down fully. You were so grateful for JJ and his bubbly energy. Sometimes, it was hard to keep up with their busy lifestyle but you wouldn’t change it for the world. As long as you had your chaotic boyfriend with you at the end of the day, everything would be fine.

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JJ Maybank/Female Reader

Fluff, angst, insecurity

The reader in this is a night owl and former city girl.

Spoilers: none for any season

Summary: JJ finds out you can't swim.

I love unwinding at night with TV, and lately, my main show has been Outer Banks! Definitely makes me wish I was living right next to the ocean!

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Living on an island like Kildare, you thought walks were much more enjoyable than they ever were in the city, and it was so much easier to run into people you knew. It happened during most of your walks.

This morning, one of those people was JJ.

“I knew it!” he said, pointing a finger at you the instant your eyes met.

Your pulse spiked, and you assumed that he finally knew what you’d been hiding from him and everyone else you’d met since moving here.

“You’re turning into an early bird, aren’t you?”

“Oh!” So that was what JJ meant. You released a shaky breath and smoothed out some invisible wrinkles on your dress, sounding as carefree as you could manage (which wasn’t very much). “Yeah, goodbye my night owl ways! I just couldn’t resist a morning walk!”

“You should try a morning swim. It’s even better,” he said with a lopsided smile. “I’m actually gonna go for one right now. Wanna join?”

“Oh, uh… no, I’m fine.” You hurriedly added, “But don’t let me stop you from swimming!”

Nice, you scolded yourself. Saying that when he wasn’t even in the water yet…

“C’mon, you can’t tell me you actually prefer walking instead!”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” You shrugged, and on the inside, you were desperate to get away from him before this got too long. “Sorry, but I gotta get back to, you know, walking!”

You tried being the “deadly” combo of funny and casual about it, but you must’ve failed because JJ’s smile fell as he looked at you, a perceptiveness in his eyes.

“Hey, (Name),” he said, “the reason why we’ve never seen you swim before… is it because you don’t know how to?”

You could just about feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach with his question, and no part of you even thought about denying it. Why bother when JJ–or anyone else on this island–could make you prove it, only to unveil the truth when they see you really, seriously can’t swim at all once you hit the water.

You nodded slowly, averting your eyes. “Go ahead. You can laugh.”

“I’m not gonna do that.”

“And I’m saying you can. I know it’s bad, JJ. Moving to an island and not knowing how to swim?” You threw your hands up in the air. “It’s fucking crazy!”

“Last I remember, moving was your mom’s idea, not yours. And hey, I mean it,” you heard JJ say. “I’m not gonna laugh. I’m not that much a dick.”

You couldn’t help but look at him, a slight smile on your lips. “So you do admit you’re a dick.”

It was his turn to shrug, but the whole time he was smiling. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Silence fell between you two, broken only when JJ spoke again. “So why… did you never learn? Not judging, just curious.”

You knew he wasn't lying. Anyone would be curious about the girl who now lived on an island but couldn’t swim for her life, let alone anyone else’s, and you didn’t see any judgment in his eyes as you looked into them.

“It’s not that I never wanted to. It just… never happened. After my dad died, my mom spent all her time–and I mean all of it–working, trying to put food on our table and keep a roof over our heads. And it’s not like we lived next to any water.” You sighed, turning to the morning sky above for a moment. “Honestly, it’s been so long, just the two of us, I’m not even sure she knows that I can’t swim. She might think I can.”

You weren’t angry at your mom for it. It wasn’t a complete excuse, but being a single parent was difficult enough on its own, and things like making sure you went to school and did your homework were more important than making sure you learned how to swim. As a kid, how could you possibly have known that swimming was a skill everyone should have?

“It never came up when you guys decided to move here?” JJ asked.

“The ocean, yes. A new house, yes. A new life, yes. Swimming, specifically?” You shook your head. “I told myself once I got here, I’d learn how to swim somehow, but…”

“But everyone and their mom, dad, and dog here already knows how to swim, goes out there 24/7, and it’s annoying as fuck?” JJ guessed with an expression that told you he was 100% joking.

You laughed. “Yeah, something like that. And,” you said, tucking some hair behind your ear. “I didn’t want to humiliate myself by jumping into the water and needing to be saved ASAP.”

“Is that why you never told any of us? Because you thought we’d make fun of you?”

“You guys all swim like you’re fish. Every time I thought about telling you, I got scared and backed out. Thanks, by the way, for not making fun of me so far,” you said, infusing a little humor into your tone, but to your surprise, JJ didn’t respond with humor of his own.

“What if I teach you?” he offered, a serious look on his face.

“No, JJ, I don’t wanna burden you with this.”

“Who says it’s a burden? I got free time, you got free time, and we can spend that free time together.” During all this, he pointed from himself to you and then both of you.

“Teaching me how to swim? I can’t promise I’ll be a good student.” You could imagine yourself crying from frustration if you don’t learn quickly or if you feel like you’ll never be as adept at it as JJ (and everyone else) is.

“Then let me promise this,” he said. “I’m not gonna give up on you, and I’m not gonna be like some drill sergeant with a stick up his ass. No matter how long it takes, we’re gonna get you swimming.”

“Drill sergeant’?” you repeated, wanting to laugh more freely. But you couldn’t, remembering the rest of your friends. “What about the others? I don’t… really want them to know.”

“They don’t have to,” JJ said softly, and you tried not to think about what that meant. Why he wanted to do this for you.

“And assuming it’ll take more than a day for me to learn… If they keep seeing us together, they’ll wonder what’s up.”

“We can just tell them we’re dating.”

Your eyes widened, but JJ’s were mischievous. “Okay,” you said hesitantly, “but would they believe that? And how would that explain us always being in the water?”

JJ waved off your questions. “It’s an island. Unless it’s hell outside, no one’ll ever wonder why we’re in the water all the time. And”–he shoved his hands into his pockets, slightly nervous all of a sudden–“they totally would… so I gotta be honest: I’m not without a motive here. I do wanna teach you, but I also like that we can spend all that time alone.”

You wondered if JJ could hear your heart pounding even louder now. “JJ…”

“Pretty shitty way of saying I like you, huh? Don’t blame you if you want another teacher, some selfless asshole.”

“Why would I want them when I want you?” It came out so fast you didn’t realize what you were implying until it was too late, and JJ latched onto it, stepping closer to you.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” he said slyly, “but does that mean you like me, too?”

“Maybe I should find some selfless asshole instead.”

“But you want me.” JJ was only too happy pointing this out. “Or was I just hearing things?”

“No,” you admitted, hoping you weren’t blushing as much as you thought you were. “You’re the one who offered, and since I can’t exactly pay you top dollar...” You bit your lip. “What if us dating is for real?”

JJ grinned. “That’s way better than being paid top dollar! Only Kooks would throw money at everything.”

“And everyone,” you added, yelping in surprise when JJ picked you up and laughing as he spun you around.

“So when are we doing this? Now?” he asked, holding you safely in his arms. “Because I’m dying to see you out of that dress.”

“Careful, JJ, your real motive’s showing.”

“Where? Show me.”

“Right here,” you said, bringing your lips to his.

#outer banks #obx x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank/reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #reader-insert #x reader #female reader

[isabelle-bee]

bound to falling in love || jj maybank

jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

summary: after a hurricane, you and your friends find a sunken wreck in the marsh

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, mentions of a dysfunctional family (spoiler alert. it's yours),

a/n: thank you for reading my first part of this story!! i hope you enjoy! lowercases are intentional!

key: (y/n/n) = your nickname, (y/n) = your name, (y/u/n) = your uncle's name, (y/c/n) = your cousin's name

bound to falling in love masterlist

⭒⭒⭒

"we're the pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time."

you watch as john b stands on the roof, staring out into the ocean. he takes a sip of beer, sticking one foot in the air and spreading his arms like wings to better steady himself.

"that's what, a three-story fall from the deck?" pope asks. he squints from the sunlight in his eyes, staring up at john b intensely. "i give you about a one-in-three chance survival."

john b hums in thought, sticking his pointer finger into his mouth before lifting it into the air, feeling the wind blow against the digit. "should i do it?"

"yeah, you should jump!" you yell. the summer breeze blows your hair away from your face and you fiddle with bracelets around your wrist. you're sitting next to jj, desperately trying to ignore the heat of his thigh brushing against your own.

"i'll shoot you on the way down." pope raises the nail gun in his hand and john b raises his eyebrows. he makes a finger gun, pointing it at pope's head.

"you gonna shoot me?"

"they're gonna have japenese toilets with towel warmers," kiara says in disbelief as she walks out of the home. her dark brown locks falls down her back in waves, and her skin seems to glow from the setting sun. "this used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, i guess?"

"i care about the turtles, kie." you reach a hand over the railing, faking a pout towards your best friend. kiara smiles, interlocking your fingers together.

"i can't have cold towels," jj teases and you smack him in the stomach, scoffing when he lets out a dramatic oof.

kiara turns her attention to the boy dangerously close to breaking his neck. "can you please not kill yourself?"

"don't spill that beer," jj warns, "'cause i'm not giving you another one." as if on cue, john b loses his balance and drops the piece of aluminum. he lets out a small curse as the can drops to the floor, it's contents spilling everywhere.

"of course you did!" jj laughs.

"smooth," kiara mutters to you, while you only giggle as john b groans towards his lost drink in despair.

"a-plus," pope chuckles. he peeks around the corner when he hears a loud "hey!". pope slams his hand down onto the wooden railing, sending nervous looks towards the rest of you. "hey, uh, security's here, let's wrap it up."

"boys are early today," john b states, sliding down the roof, landing next to you. he ruffles your hair and you smack his hand. you grin, sliding underneath the railing and jumping down next to kiara. jj calls out something inaudible as he climbs down the balcony floor. you run into the house, dodging past paint cans and used equiptment.

you run down a flight of stairs, four of you going one way while jj runs in the other. he skids to the stop, sharply turning around to miss the hands of an officer.

"not much of a hugger, man!" jj laughs when another guard tries to get a hold of him. "go pope!" he yells. "go, go, go, go, go, go!"

jj follows after pope towards the large fence at the end of the yard. they jump over, and pope groans as he lands face first into the ground. jj slaps his back, "get up, pope! fatso's coming!"

the two of them run over to the honking van, jumping inside. they laugh as one of the guards starts chasing after the racing car.

"check out gary, gunnin' for a raise!" pope smiles. jj reaches a hand out of the open door, holding out a beer towards the running man.

"enough," you say, giggles still spilling from your lips.

"you're gonna give him a heart attack." kiara's comment only makes you laugh harder.

"you're so close! you can do it! there you go!" jj throws the can towards the older man, groaning when it hits him in the head. "they don't pay you enough, bro."

you grab onto the blonde's arm, pulling his body back into the car. "jj, stop," you scold, but amusement still lingers on your voice.

"oh come one. that sort of initiative is just begging to be punished."

⭒⭒⭒

"the outer banks, paradise on earth. it's the kinda place where you either have two jobs, or two houses. two tribes, one island. all right, so this is figure eight, the rich side of the island. home of the kooks, so guess where we don't live."

"and this is the south side, or 'the cut'. home of the working class, who make a living off of busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. the natural habitat of, drumroll please... the pogues. that's us. pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish. lowest member of the food chain. okay, so the downside of pogue life is that we're ignored and neglected. the upside of pogue life? we're ignored and neglected. which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want."

adjusting his hat, jj leans back against his seat. one hand on the steering wheel, he looks out the window as he drives the hms pogue.

"that's jj, my best friend since the third grade. he's about as local as they come. latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who make their living off the water. best surfer i know, just don't tell him i said that. mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat."

you yelp as a pair of arms slither around your waist. they lift you in the air and before you can say or do anything, you're thrown off the boat and into the ocean. you swim to the surface, glaring at your assailant.

"jj!" you yell. he cackles as you swim back, reaching out a hand that he gladly takes, despite the fact that he's still letting out small huffs of laughter. you feel yourself blushing when he interlocks your fingers, and you internally curse yourself for the fluttery feeling in your stomach.

"that's (y/n). she's been jj's other best friend since they were twelve. even though we're not related, she's like my little sister. she's the mom of our group, keeping us in check and out of trouble. although, she's been acting different lately. it might be because her drunk of a mother kicked her out and now she's living with her kook uncle. or it might be because she's obviously in love with a special someone. but, i'm technically not supposed to know that."

staring at the flames of the open fire pit, kiara quickly shoves john b away when he traps her in a hug, but it looks more like a headlock. "get off me. don't even get me started on microplastic. have you even heard about that island? that little island of just-"

"and that's kiara, or kie, as we call her. and when she's not saving turtles, or listening to marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with the rest of us. i'm not really sure why though. so, she's a rich kid, actually. foot in both worlds. her family owns the wreck, this outer banks institution. total cash cow with the tourists. you know, i'm not really sure how her parents feel about us. i guess we all sorta have a thing for her."

watching his friends dance on the boat, pope leans back with his hands behind his head. he laughs as kiara spins you around, and you smack jj's hands away when he attempts to join in.

"and that's pope, the brains of the operation. finalist for the lucas t. vanderhorst merit scholarship. and the smartest person i know. a bit of a weirdo. alright, so his father's this legendary character, heyward. anything you wanted on the island, heyward could get it for you. now, i'm not sure what heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. he was a pogue, just like the rest of us."

"so, that's my crew. and that's me, john booker routledge. and this is where i live."

flushing the toilet, john b exits the bathroom. he peeks inside the room beside him when he hears whispering. jj looks away from the touron he's with, immediately grabbing an empty beer can and throwing it at his best friend. "dude, come on, man! get outta here!"

slamming the door, john b violently shuddered. he walked down the hallway, spotting you and kiara on the pull out couch. you're laying on your back, book in your hands. kiara rests her head on your stomach, scrolling through her phone and occasionally tilting it towards you while giggling.

"morning, kie, morning, (y/n/n)." john b raises a hand to the two of you in greeting.

kiara raises a peace sign, mumbling "morning", while you only hum in response. john b grabs a framed photo off of the table littered with beer bottles and hung it on the wall.

"an old fish shack on the marsh. the chateau, as my dad used to call it. that's dad. he disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck. who disappears at sea these days? i miss him. and then there's mom. she split when i was three. last i heard she was in colorado. i think it was colorado."

"that's uncle t. since dad vanished, he's supposedly my legal guardian. at the moment, he's in mississippi, building houses... which means it's just me right now, hangin' with my friends. three months after my dad was missing, he was officially presumed dead. i refused to sign the papers. until i see a body, i'm not giving up."

⭒⭒⭒

walking into the kitchen, you nearly scream when you find your uncle sitting on the island. he sips from his mug, pen in his other hand as he stares down at a stack of papers. his head shoots up at the sound of you walking across the floor.

startled at his sudden appearance, you rest a hand on your rapid heart. "uncle (y/u/n), i didn't know you were home. i thought you were gonna be at the office today."

you feel his eyes following you as you open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. "where were you last night?" he asks. "you didn't text or call to tell me where you were, and i was worried."

"i was at john b's."

"who else was there?"

"just my friends," you say. "pope, kiara, jj. you know, the usual."

your uncle spins in his seat, settling his hands onto his knees. "look, i don't mind you hanging out with your friends. i want you to go out, to have fun, not be a hermit like (y/c/n) was-"

there was a loud yelp from the living room, presumably from said cousin on the couch watching basketball.

"-but there are some rules in this house, and i'd appreciate it if you'd follow them," your uncle finished.

you stared at him from over the rim of your bottle. "i didn't mean to worry you," you state. "i just forgot to call, i'm sorry."

"no, there's no need to apologize. just next time, call." your uncle smiled, before turning back to the stack of papers in front of him. you stay rooted to your spot. you were expecting some form of punishment, considering your mother would chastise you over every little thing, but nothing came.

when your uncle didn't say anything for the next few minutes, you slowly turned around and headed towards the front door. you spotted your cousin laying on the couch, head resting against the arm rest and a bag of cheetos on his stomach.

quickly slipping on your shoes, you run out the door and towards the boating dock behind your uncle's house. you immediately spot the hms pogue, already occupied by jj, pope, and john b.

"sup, loser," jj says, reaching a hand out towards you. you take it, and the blonde places his other hand on your back to further aid you onto the boat. you smack his hands away, ignoring the way your stomach flips at his warm touch. jj retracts his hands, rolling his eyes at john b when he smirks at the pink dusting on jj's cheekbones.

"sup, blondie." jj pinches the skin of your waist at the nickname, and you elbow him in the stomach in return. you step away from your best friend, settling down next to pope and crossing your legs in front of you. the boat starts moving again, and you tilt your head to the sky.

⭒⭒⭒

"hello there, princess." you beam at kiara as she walks down the deck while she grins at you in response.

"o, top o' the morning to ya." your eyebrows furrow at the attempted irish accent jj pulled, but he only shrugs at you.

"whatcha got?" pope asks, referring to the cooler kiara holds in one of her hands. "you got some juice boxes?"

"you know, just some yogurt and some carrot sticks." kiara grabs your hand, jumping into the boat. she sits next to you, moving to rest her head on your shoulder.

"what about my kind of juice boxes?" jj asks, scooting over to create more room for the two of you. his lips stretch into a small smile at kiara's small "yeah".

⭒⭒⭒

soon, the five of you had opened a beer, laughing when jj suddenly says, "lemme show you a party trick. pope, can you go a little faster?"

"oh god, here we go, i'm movin'." john b walks backwards, standing behind pope as he watches jj stand at the edge.

"i got this! it's gonna work!" jj says, confidentely.

you sigh, "jj, you've tried this a thousand times and it fails every time." you move to the side, avoiding the beer that flies out of jj's mouth. kiara laughs, but soon complains about it getting in her hair like the others. you reach up to grab onto jj's unoccupied wrist to tug him down, but the boat suddenly jerks to a harsh stop. jj flips forward, falling into the water with a large splash. you lurch forward, harshly slamming into the edge of the boat, immediately groaning at the aching pain flaring in your muscles.

"jesus, pope!" kiara scolds.

"you okay, j?" you ask, seeing him resurface from the water.

"i think my heels touched the back of my head," he chokes out, panting with his eyes closed.

"kie, you alright?" john b questions, rubbing his forehead.

"i'm fine," kiara replies before turning to her best friend. she touches your back softly, "you okay, (y/n)?"

"pope what did you do?" jj demands.

"sandbar. the channel changed."

"no shit." jj starts swimming back to the boat, eyes flicking up to pope when he stands at the edge. pope peers into the water, brows furrowing as he stares.

"guys... i think there's a boat down there."

"shut up," john b says.

"no way," kiara adds.

pope points to the water. "no, no, guys. i'm serious. there's a boat down there."

looking closer, you can faintly see the outline of a boat. john b tugs off his shirt. you slide down your jean shorts, leaving you in your swim suit. kiara follows your lead as you jump into the water.

sure as shit, there's a boat - a nice one, at that - at the bottom of the marsh's floor. you want to get closer, have better access to inspect it, but oxygen soon becomes an issue. rising for air, hysteria meets your ears as you gulp down breaths.

"you guys saw that?" jj gasps.

"yeah, i did," kiara laughs.

jj starts swimming towards the boat, "that's a grady white. a new one of those is, like, 500 g's, easy." jj hauls himself up, offering a hand towards you.

"that's the boat i saw when i surfed the surge," john b states and kiara flickers her eyes towards him. you twist water out of your hair, mildly paying attention.

"you surfed the surge?" kiara clarifies, her voice rough. jj laughs, reciting a handshake with the curly haired boy.

"that's my boy, pogue style!"

"do we know whose boat that is?" pope asks, chest heaving.

"no, but we're about to find out." john b grabs the anchor, saluting his friends before jj shoves at his chest, pushing john b down into the water. john b holds his breath, allowing the weight of the anchor to pull him down.

the rest wait in anticipation, and just when you think jj's about to jump in and drag john b back to the boat, he rises to the surface.

"oh my god, that took forever!" kiara exclaims.

"any dead bodies?" pope asks.

"looting potential?" jj questions.

"no." john b raises his hand to show his discovery, presenting a small, yellow key. "i found this motel key."

your excited smile dropped. "a key?"

"yes, a key, (y/n)."

"great, we salvaged a motel key." jj pulls the anchor out and places it back into the boat.

"guys maybe we should report the wreck to the coastguard," kiara suggests. "maybe we'll get a finders fee."

"yeah and not work all summer," you hum.

"thanks agatha, ya batch."

#outer banks #outer banks x reader #obx #obx x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #reader insert #fem!reader #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #pope heyward #john b routledge

[munsons-hellfire]

About Me & Masterlist

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skye. 25. she/her. writer. movie fanatic. book lover. music. horror. marvel. stranger things. scream. a court of thorns and roses. shatter me. divider credit: saradika

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MASTERLIST (Updated: 03/30/24)

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LUCIEN VANSERRA

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STEDDIE

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brothers best friend

jj maybank x routledge!reader

word count: 2,205

summary: after a hurricane, john b, (y/n), jj, pope, and kiara plunge headlong into danger and adventure when they find a mysterious sunken wreck

pairings: jj x girlfriend!reader john b x twin sister!reader pope and kiara x bestfriend!reader

warnings: underage drinking

a/n: reader uses she/her pronouns. lowercase's are intentional.

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"we're the pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time."

john b routledge stands on the roof of an unfinished house, staring at the view of the ocean. he drinks beer from the can in his hand as he balances close to the edge. he sticks one foot out into the air and spreads his arms like wings.

"that's what, a three story fall to the deck?" asks the voice of pope heyward. the dark-skinned boy peers up at one of his best friends, squinting from the sunlight in his eyes. "i give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."

john b hums in thought, sticking his finger in his mouth before raising it into the air, feeling the wind blow against the digit. "should i do it?"

"yeah, you should jump!" (y/n) routledge yells, the summer breeze blowing her bronze curls away from her face. she leans into jj maybank's side, one arm around his waist. the blonde boy holds a beer in one hand as he holds the metal railing above him with the other.

"i'll shoot you on the way down." pope raises the nail gun he'd grabbed earlier. john b raises his eyebrows, making a finger gun with his hands.

"you gonna shoot me?"

"they're gonna have japanese toilets with towel warmers," kiara carrera says in disbelief as she walks out of the home. her dark brown hair falls down her back in waves, and her dark skin seems to glow from the setting sun. "this used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, i guess?"

"i care about the turtles, kie." (y/n) reaches a hand out over the railing, faking a pout to her best friend as she interlocks their fingers.

"i can't have cold towels," jj teases and (y/n) smacks his arm softly.

kiara turns her attention to the other routledge twin, "can you please not kill yourself?"

"don't spill that beer," jj warns, "'cause i'm not giving you another one." jj sips from his own can, wrapping an arm around (y/n) shoulder. As if on cue, john b loses his balance and drops the piece of aluminum. he lets out a small curse as the can hits ground, it's contents spilling everywhere.

"of course you did!" jj exclaims.

"smooth," kiara mumbles to (y/n), who laughs at her brother. john b groans dramatically, staring at his lost drink in despair.

"a-plus," pope teases. he looks around the corner when he hears someone call out a loud "hey!". pope slams his hand down onto the wooden railing, nervously looking towards his friends. "hey, uh, security's here. let's wrap it up."

"boys are early today," john b notes, sliding down the roof and onto the wooden platform, landing next to his sister. (y/n) stands up, following her brother with a small laugh. jj calls out something inaudible as climbs down to the balcony floor. the five teens run into the house, dodging past paint cans and used equipment.

they run down a flight of stairs, four of them going one way while jj goes in the other. he skids to a stop, sharply turning around to miss the hands of a police officer.

"not much of a hugger, man!" jj laughs when another guard tries to grab at him. "go pope! go! go, go, go, go, go, go!" jj follows his friend towards the large fence at the end of the yard.

pope groans as he lands face first into the ground and jj smacks his back. "get up, pope! fatso's coming."

the two boys run over to the honking van, ignoring the "come here you little pricks!" from one of the guards. they jump inside, laughing as one of the officers chase after the racing car.

"check out gary, gunnin' for a raise!" pope chuckles. jj reaches an arm out of the open door, beer in hand, holding it out towards the running man.

"enough," (y/n) says, giggles spilling from her lips.

"you're gonna give him a heart attack." kiara's comment only makes (y/n) laugh harder.

"you're so close! you can do it! there you go!" jj throws the can towards the older man, groaning when it hits him in the head. "they don't pay you enough, bro."

(y/n) grabs the blonde's arm, pulling his body back into the car. "jj, stop," she scolds, but amusement still lingers on his voice.

"oh come one. that sort of initiative is just begging to be punished."

"the outer banks, paradise on earth. it's the sorta place where you either have two jobs or two houses. two tribes, one island."

"all right. this is figure eight, the rich side of the island. home of the kooks. so guess where we don't live."

"and then this is the south side or 'the cut'. home of the working class, who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. the natural habitat of, drumroll please.... the pogues. that's us. pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish. lowest member of the food chain. okay, so the downside of pogue life is that we're ignored and neglected. but the upside of pogue life? we're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want."

shielding the sun from her eyes with her hand, (y/n) walks to the front of the hms pogue, placing herself next to her boyfriend. jj watches her through the lenses of his sunglasses, sliding his arm around her waist with a small smile.

"that's (y/n), or little canary, as our dad used to call her. she's my twin sister, and the biggest pain in my ass. she's the mom of our group, keeping us in check, making sure we don't get killed or arrested. you know, the usual. but don't let her soft exterior fool you, she can be terrifying when she wants to be.

adjusting his hat, jj leans back against his seat. one hand on the steering wheel, he looks out the window as he drives the boat.

"that's jj, my best friend since the third grade. he's about as local as they come. latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their off the water. best surfer i know. just, don't tell him i said that. mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat."

staring at the open flames of the fire pit, kiara is quick to shove john b away when traps her in a hug, which looks more like a headlock. "get off me. don't even get me started on microplastic. have you even heard about that island? that little island of just-"

"and that's kiara, or kie, as we call her. and when she's not saving turtles, or listening to marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo with my sister, she hands out with the rest of us. i'm not really sure why though. so, she's a rich kid, actually. foot in both worlds. her family owns the wreck, this outer banks institution. total cash cow with the tourists. you know, i'm not really sure how her parents feel about us. i guess we all sorta have a thing for her. except jj, him and (y/n) have been together for years."

(y/n) yelps as she's crashed into, squealing as she's lifted into the air and spun around. jj sets her back down onto her feet, immediately pulling her into a deep kiss. (y/n) wraps her arms around jj's neck as his go around her waist.

although, the loud and over dramatic gagging from john b causes the two to pull apart.

"they're the outer banks' otp, as kie likes to call them. been going out since the eighth grade and still going strong. and even though jj's my best friend, i'm always keeping a look out to make sure (y/n) doesn't get hurt. but i also have to keep my eyes closed to make sure i don't walk in on them... again."

watching his friends dance on the boat, pope leans back with his hands behind his head. he laughs as kie twirls (y/n) around, pushing jj away when he attempts to pull his girlfriend towards him.

"and that's pope, the brains of the operation. finalist for the lucas t. vanderhorst merit scholarship. and the smartest person i know. a little bit of a weirdo. alright, so his father's this legendary character, heyward. anything you wanted on the island, hey ward could get it for you. now, i'm not sure heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. he was a pogue, just like the rest of us."

"so, that's my crew. and that's me, john booker routledge. and this is where i live."

flushing the toilet, john b exits the bathroom. he peeks inside the room beside him when he hears quiet whispering. although he immediately regrets it when he finds jj on top of (y/n), lips lips hovering over her own. at the creak of the floor, jj's head shoots up. he throws an empty beer towards the door, "dude, come on man, get outta here!"

slamming the door, john b violently shuddered. he walked down the hallway, raising a hand towards his friend in a wave. "mornin' kie."

"morning," she replied, her voice groggy from sleep as she scrolled through her phone. john b grabbed a photo of two people off the table and hung it on the wall.

"an old fish shack on the marsh. the château, as my dad used to call it. that's dad. he disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck. who disappears at sea these days? i miss him. and then there's mom. she split when (y/n) and i were three. last i heard she was in colorado. i think it was colorado."

john b grabbed a green-glass bottle and tapped the top onto the picture frame. "uncle t!"

"that's uncle t. since dad vanished, he's supposedly our legal guardian. at the moment, he's in mississippi, building houses... which means it's just me right now, hangin' with my sister and my friends. three months after my dad was missing, he was officially presumed dead. i refused to sign the papers. until i see a body, i'm not giving up.

~~~~

"john, (y/n), it's come to our attention that you are two unemancipated minors living on your own." sitting down at her desk, the social worker stares at the two teens sitting in front of her,

"no," the twins scoff before looking at each other and grimacing. "no."

the older woman raised an eyebrow. "i need honesty to help you. that's what we want, right?"

"we're being honest," (y/n) states, crossing her arms over her chest. sighing, the social worker looks down at the paper laying on her desk, pen in hand.

"okay, when was the last time either of you spoke to your uncle?" she asked.

john b looked down at his watch-less wrist. "uh... 34 minutes ago."

"when was the last time either of you saw him?"

"two hours and... 43 minutes ago," (y/n) says, but the rising intonation in her voice caused her answer to sound more like a question. the two siblings send the social worker their most innocent smiles, but it doesn't seem to convince her.

"john, (y/n), we're going to come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle." the twins' smiles drop. "if he's not there, we're gonna move forward with foster car."

john b casts his eyes downward and (y/n) shifts in her seat.

"i want to assure you, we're gonna find you a safe and loving home."

john b nearly rolls his eyes while his sister lets out a sharp exhale and runs a hand down her face.

“they actually thought we were going to be happy to hear that.”

john b sits in the sand, staring out into the ocean while his friends talk and laugh behind him.

“and that’s where this story starts. my dad missing, my uncle mia, and the bride of frankenstein threatening foster care. but then i caught a break.”

~~~~

feeling water drip onto his face, john b groans as he peels his eyes open. body heavy with sleep, he sits up and grabs his phone. "no service?" he asks no one but himself. he then stands up and walks towards the light switch next to the doorway. he flicks it on and off, but nothing happens. "no power. great."

he makes his way down the hallway, towards the living room. on the pull out couch lies his best friend and his sister. (y/n) laid on her back, one hand behind her head as the other buries itself into her boyfriends hair. jj laid on his stomach, his arm draped around (y/n)'s waist.

"yo, jj, you been outside?" john b asks, smacking his hand onto jj's back.

"i have polio, bro. i can't walk," jj moans, lips pressing into (y/n)'s shoulder. in response to his words, (y/n) shifts her head, curling further into the blonde's presence. with a soft sigh, she tighten's her hold on jj's hair before letting go.

(y/n) stood up, a tired smile gracing her lips as she grabbed her boyfriends hand, pulling him up with her. john b opened the door and walked outside. seeing the state of his front yard, he groaned.

"oh man," he yawned, nearly tripping over the front steps. he walks towards a fallen tree, "that's no good. that is not good."

"agatha did some work, huh?" jj calls from the door way. he drinks from a found beer, and considering how sleepy she was, (y/n) decided not to scold him for his choice of drink.

john b pulls a tree branch off of the boat. "yes she did."

continuing to dig through the boat, john b doesn't look up when jj asks, "what you thinkin'?"

"i'm thinkin' that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze," john b says. "all those drum are gonna chase the crab."

"what about the dcs? wasn't that today?"

"nah, they're not gettin' on a ferry after all this," (y/n) cuts in, gesturing to the wreckage around them. she wraps her arms around one of jj's, grabbing his attention immediately. "think about it-"

"-it's god telling us to fish."

~~~~

the three teens end up on the hms pogue, waving to people as they drive through the marina. the two boys make conversation as (y/n) sits at the front, feet swinging in the air.

"well look who we have here!" (y/n) suddenly says, adjusting her sunglasses. she smiles at pope as he looks up from the items he had been hosing down.

"we have a safety meeting. attendance mandatory," john b calls, hand at his shoulder in a fake walkie-talkie.

"i can't," pope frowns. "my pop's got me on lockdown."

jj scoffs, imitating the same walkie-talkie. "you're dads a pussy. over."

"oh, i heard that, you little bastard," heyward snaps.

(y/n) raises her chin and her smile grows bigger. she stands up and looks at the older man. "we need your son."

"yeah, and island rules. day after a hurricane's a free day," jj reminds.

"who the hell made that up?" heyward asks and jj furrows his brows in pretend thought.

"uh, pentagon, i think."

"we have security clearance," (y/n) says as she digs around in her pocket. "i have a card.

"you think i'm stupid?" heyward challenges, turning his attention when pope starts to bargain with him.

"i'll do it tomorrow. i promise. tomorrow."

heyward raises his hands in protest. "no, no. hell no. you doin' it right now."

pope looks towards his friends and john b whispers, "get in the boat."

"make a run for it," (y/n) adds. pope drops the hose and jumps into the boat, stumbling slightly. he quickly tells john b to hurry up, his father yelling at him from the edge of the doc.

"when you get back, you gonna clean shrimp! you gonna clean fish! you'll clean your dirty ass room!" he yells while the routledge twins wave at him goodbye. "and i don't like your friends!"

~~~~

"hello there, princess," (y/n) says, beaming at kiara as she walks down the deck.

"oh, top o' the mornin' to ya." (y/n) furrows her brows slightly when her boyfriend attempts an irish accent.

"whatcha got?" pope asks, referring to the cooler kiara holds in one of her hands. "you got some juice boxes?"

"you know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks." kiara grabs (y/n)'s outstretched hand, stepping down into the boat.

"what about my kind of juice boxes?" jj asks, scooting over when (y/n) sits back down. his lips stretch into a small smile at kiara's small "yeah". (y/n) leans her head on jj's shoulder as he wraps an arm around her waist, kissing her hair.

"gonna make me bark," john b mutters and (y/n) flips him off.

~~~~

soon, the five of them have all popped open a beer, laughing when jj suddenly says, "lemme show you a party trick. pope, can you go a little faster?"

"oh god, here we go, i'm movin'." john b walks backwards, standing behind pope as he watches jj stand at the edge.

"i've got this! it's gonna work!" jj says confidently.

"jj, you've tried this 6000 times and it fails every time," (y/n) sighs. the brunette girl moves to the side to avoid the beer that spills out of jj's mouth. kiara laughs, but soon complains about it getting in her hair. (y/n) tugs at jj's shorts, attempting to pull him down when all of a sudden the boat jerks to a harsh stop, causing jj to flip forward and fall into the water. (y/n) slams forward and john b falls to the ground.

"jesus, pope!" kiara scolds.

"you okay, j?" (y/n) asks, seeing the blonde resurface from the water.

"i think my heels touched the back of my head," he states, breathing heavy as his eyes closed.

"(y/n), you alright?" john b questions.

"i'm alright," his sister replies, looking down at her best friend. she touches kiara's back softly. "you okay, kie?"

"pope what did you do?" jj demands.

"sandbar. the channel changed."

"no shit." jj starts swimming back to the boat, looking up when pope walked to the front. the dark-skinned boy looking into the water, his brows furrowing.

"guys... i think there's a boat down there."

"shut up," the twins say at the same time.

"no way," kiara adds.

pope points to the water. "no, no, guys. i'm serious. there's a boat down there."

after confirming that there is, indeed, a boat, john b takes off his shirt while the two girls strip down to their bathing suits. sure as shit, there's a boat sitting on the oceans floor. rising for air, the five teens swim to the surface, all breaking into hysterics as they gain access to air.

"you guys saw that?" jj gasps.

"yeah, i did." kiara laughs in disbelief.

"that's a grady white." jj starts swimming towards the hms pogue. "a new one of those is like 500 g's, easy." he hauls himself up, twisting around to offer a hand to (y/n), who takes it.

"that's the boat i saw when i surfed the surge," john b states and his sister stops twisting the water out of her hair, glaring at him.

"you surfed the surge?" she asks roughly. jj laughs, reciting a handshake with his best friend.

"that's my boy. pogue style."

"do we know whose boat that is?" pope asks, breaths heavy from how long he had held his breath.

"no, but we're about to find out." john b grabs the anchor, saluting his friends before jj pushes him into the water. john b holds his breath, allowing the weight of the metal to pull him down.

the rest wait in anticipation, and just as (y/n) wants to jump in and drag her brother back to the boat, john b rises for air.

"oh my god, that took forever!" kiara exclaims.

"any dead bodies?" pope asks.

"looting potential?" jj questions.

"no." john b raises his hand to show his discovery. "i found this motel key."

(y/n)'s excited smile dropped. "a key?"

"yes, a key, (y/n)."

"great! we salvaged a motel key." jj pulled the anchor from the water and put it back to it's rightful place.

"guys maybe we should report the wreck to the coastguard," kiara suggests. "maybe we'll get a finders fee."

"yeah and not work all summer," (y/n) hums.

“thanks, agatha, ya batch,” jj says.

~~~~

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Happy Birthday | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: It’s your birthday and you aren’t expecting anything, but your boyfriend JJ has something planned. 

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Today was your birthday, but to you it was like any other day. Your family didn’t celebrate birthdays, they found they were a waste of money and most of the time they worked during it anyways. 

You sighed softly as you clocked out of your job at one of the local restaurants. All you wanted to do was see JJ. 

You didn’t have any friends, the friends you did have were the pogues but that was only because you were dating JJ. You knew if things went south with JJ, you’d never hear from them again. 

Today couldn’t have gone worse either. You’d messed up multiple orders and multiple people had been the rudest. The kitchen was behind and they blamed you. Then you’d mixed up drinks. It over all was not a good day; you may or may not have spent your lunch break crying in the break room. 

Stepping onto your bike you peddled down the street toward the chateau, which is where JJ told you to meet him. They’d be hanging out there after fishing. 

However, when you arrived the van was no where to be seen and the house lights were turned off. You groaned softly, they’d left and probably forgot they’d told you to come over after you got off work. Great, now you’re going to be alone even longer. 

Tears stung as you made your way up the stairs, hoping this was the one day John B left the door unlocked. Your prayers were answered because the door unlocked. When you stepped through the door the lights came on and you were greeted with a very loud, “Surprise!” 

There stood the pogues, each with happy birthday posters. A happy birthday banner across the wall, balloons scattered across the room and a disco ball illuminating multi colored lights around the room. 

JJ stood in the middle, a large grin on his face and a birthday hat on his head with one cup cake in his hand. It had one single candle on it.

You let out a sob, overwhelmed with emotions. Happy of course. 

“no no no..” JJ quickly rushed to you, “You don’t like it? I’m sorry-” 

“I told you she wouldn’t like a surprise party JJ!” Kie scolds. 

“no no...” You shake your head, letting your book bag drop, “I love it.. I’m happy.” 

“so they are happy tears?” JJ asks, wiping your tears with the back of his hand. 

“Yes, very happy.” You wrap your arms around JJ, careful to miss the cupcake. “This is incredible.” 

“Happy Birthday baby.” He squeezes you tightly with one hand, “I’m sorry it’s not much-” he pulls away. 

“No no this is perfect. More than I could have ever dreamed of.” You look around the room and the smiling faces of the pogues. 

“You guys are incredible.” 

“Well,” He holds the cupcake to you, “Make your wish.” He grins. 

You shake your head, “I already have what I wished for.” 

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MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: dead dove do not eat | f!reader | gunplay | sexual content | implied smut | degradation | dumbification | size difference

The first time you’d seen him do it. You’ll never forget the first time you witnessed JJ MAYBANK pull a gun. It was a rush, adrenaline shooting through your veins you thought you felt sparks at your fingertips as you darted to the scene, intent to make him hear you when you told him to put it down. JJ was never one for authority.

Part of you is angry with him for his short fuse, the part of you that’s constantly at war with the other half who’s head over heels. It’s easy to become disgusted with yourself remembering how he looked when he handled a firearm. The vein in his biceps prominent when they swell as he takes stance, the way his broad shoulders poise, the crease in his brow as he trains his blazing focus on the poor sucker unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of his wrath. It pounds your heartbeat, so fast you’re sure he can hear it rattling in your chest.

“S’up with you?” he asks through his panting, furrowing those brows at you as he scans you up and down with a subtle nod. The weapon is still in his hand, his long index finger lining the barrel of it. You moisten your lips at the sight of the sheen of sweat on his skin, wearing his stupid wifebeater and backwards cap. You take too long to answer, and he follows your gaze to discover its fixation. “Oh, this?” He raises the weapon to your view and you gulp. “Don’t worry, baby, safety’s on.” he tells you with a curl of his cracked lips; he lifts his top behind him to tuck the mouth of the gun into the waistband of his pants, and the flash of his exposed skin on the lower abdomen makes you feel even more faint. You’re practically itching to lick at his treasure trail.

“Oh, Jay, it’s not that.” you protest without thinking, and as he approaches you, you can practically see the gears in his head turning.

He flashes an expression of puzzlement as his big hands come to rest at the crook of your neck where it meets your shoulders. His index fingers stroke and toy at your skin in a minutely ticklish way, and you try poorly to stifle your grin. A sense of relief washes over his countenance as he tilts his head at you, intrigued curiosity replacing it. “What is it then?”

You get him alone to show him how much you actually like it. Watch with morbid interest as the mouth of the firearm traces your collarbones, and down the valley in between. “What… the fuck…?” he exhales in quiet awe, said more like a statement than a question. He can’t tear his fucking eyes away from your pretty skin’s indentations and blushes when a weapon harshly draws across it. How you sit nice and obedient for him, trusting him to do this to you. In sheer gratitude, he meets your heated gaze, exchanging a silent conversation with you by gradual grins and elated scoffs. You nod for him when you want him to go further, and baby, JJ is going all the way.

He’s got the mouth of the gun stuck between your legs, gliding up and down as if it was his own hand stimulating your sex through your little jean shorts. Lips parted, he makes himself a show, driving the very tip of the weapon into your clit, screwing it in with enough pressure to elicit a whimper from you. The sweetest fucking sound he’s ever heard. One that comes from his baby while she’s getting her parts played with by a crazed boyfriend with a fucking gun. He can’t help but string you along. “You want this, baby, you fuckin’ want this?” There’s an edge to his voice, a little gruffer, as he wedges the item even further, a pain shooting up through you from your squished clit. It gooeys your insides. “I’m mackin’ a little freak wanting a gun pointed at you like this. Got any idea what this thing can do to you? Or are you too stupid to think ahead? Huh?” He towers over you, intimidates you, you’re stuck staring up at him with big round eyes and pitiful upturned brows as you actually chase the touch that he’s giving you.

He laughs at you. “Jesus, missy, you’re crazier than me.” he muses, until another idea strikes his mind, slowing his movements. He brings the weapon up to inspect it, shaking it out to hear it’s metal insides clink together. There’s a darkness to his eyes when he meets yours again, raising the gun into your view, mouth of it to the sky. You follow that long finger again. “You want this thing inside you?”

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Love Me or Leave Me // JJ Maybank

summary below the cut to avoid spoilers for s3 ep9

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request: - hi babe! could i request  jj × carrera!reader where they kinda have that hate/love situation and instead of kiara is reader who is send it to Kitty Hawk and JJ go save her? with the prompt "why wouldn't i save you?"

warnings: angst hehehe, shitty parenting, mental illnesses, forced kidnapping bc the carrera parents suck :)

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For as long as you could remember, JJ Maybank hated you. 

That might be a little harsh, but it felt true. The two of you bickered like none other, your friends constantly over your short tempers and constant arguments. You weren’t sure why the two of you couldn’t just get along like everyone else, but you definitely weren’t gonna be the first one to make amends for something that wasn’t your fault. 

Kiara, on the other hand, would rip you a new one every time you and JJ got into it. You got it, he was one of her best friends and she hated to see the two of you arguing nonstop, but you weren’t gonna just quit so she could have her way. You and JJ had said some nasty shit to each other over the years and never once did she jump down his throat to get him to stop. So, you’d just continue this pattern until something changed. 

The Chateau burning down was not on your bingo board of events to survive, but here you were. Thankfully, everyone had managed to get out safely before the whole structure collapsed in on itself. 

“Could’ve been a faulty electrical wire.”

“Place was all wood. A tinderbox.”

“Thing just went up. Boom.”

You sat silently as everyone tried to think of an explanation for the cause of the fire to break the silence. You weren’t really sure what to say, especially to John B who just stared at the remains of his house sadly.

“Verdict’s in bro. Whoever’s up there does not like you.”

You scoffed at JJ’s words and gave him a sharp glare. “You’re really not helping, dude.” 

JJ rolled his eyes at your need to chastise him. “You got something better to say, princess?” His fingers ripped at the grass below him before he chucked a glass beer bottle into the smoldering flames.

“Enough,” Kiara’s whisper was harshly directed at you as she sat on your other side. You bit the sassy remark she surely deserved and got to your feet to stomp down the path to the dock since there was nothing left to say here.

You pulled yourself onto one of the wooden railings and put your back to the group, taking the moment to soak in the breeze and rumble of thunder somewhere beyond. You loved the Pogues deeply, considering them family above all else. It felt silly to think you were the odd man out, but it felt like that more than you’d like to admit. Maybe they only had room for JJ’s antics and having two of you was more than they could handle. You tried to let it go, not think so deeply on it, because at the end of the day, they were all you had. 

“Can you quit picking fights with him?” Your sister’s voice interrupted your moment of peace. You knew she’d come down here sooner or later, always having to repremand you for your actions.

“Can you bitch at him for once instead?” You snarked back, refusing to look at her and instead keeping your gaze on the storm clouds rolling in. 

Kie sighed and moved to sit next to you. At the end of the day, you were still her sister, no matter how much you drove her crazy. It’s not like either of you had the best guidance either. “I’m not trying to bitch at you, but you guys are both important to me and it’s hard to listen to you argue so much.”

You shook your head slightly and kept quiet. There was no use in trying to convince her of anything else, of maybe it being someone else’s fault for a change. You were exhausted of this constant strong exterior you held, but you refused to let it break now.

Kiara realized you weren’t going to talk and turned back around to where the rest of the Pogues were walking towards the two of you. Regardless of how you felt towards JJ, it all needed to be put aside so your group could focus on getting to South America to save Big John.

“Sarah, when did you say the pilot was getting in?” John B’s voice came from behind you as you realized they were all under the cover of the dock near you. 

“Probably like an hour?” Sarah guessed as she took a seat on the bench next to you. “I mean, once he’s here, my dad says we can leave whenever we want.”

“Okay, well, as much as I would love to ghost my parents again, I can’t.”

You could practically hear JJ’s inevitable protesting before it came. “Pope, we’re talking El Dorado here. Can you just slip out the back maybe?”

“I’m not doing that, okay?” Pope replied. You could hear his feet connect with the wood as he climbed down from his spot. “I’ll meet you at the airstrip in an hour?”

“One hour, Pope. Not a second later.”

Cleo’s voice faded out with Pope’s, leaving you to assume they left. If you had to guess, you and Kie should probably do the same. Your parents would flip their shit if you left unannounced again.

“I guess I’ll go pack some stuff and break the news to my parents.”

You turned at Kie’s plan and finally faced the remainder of the group. “I got it. They’re less likely to say no if just one of us goes to tell them. I’ll go.”

“Y/N, I’ll come with-”

“Nah, Kie. She said she’s got it. Let her go.” Your sister’s protests were cut off by none other than JJ, unsurprisingly. He was staring right back at you, probably hating the fact that you were coming in the first place. “I’m serious, Y/N. One hour or we’re leaving without you.”

You hopped down, ignoring Kiara’s concerned face as you gave JJ a brief glance. “Yeah, got it.”

There was a tone of defeat in your voice that made JJ’s heart clench. He knew he was tough on you, worse than he should’ve been. If he was being honest, he wasn’t even sure why he was like that. It’s just always felt like that’s how your relationship was supposed to be, but watching you walk away, he wasn’t so sure anymore. 

The walk to your house passed in a blur of overthinking. You knew your parents weren’t going to say yes and this was going to be a disaster that you’d have to sneak out of. You’d do it for John B though, as long as it meant getting his dad back. 

You paused at the edge of the driveway to take in your house, debating what the hell you were going to say, as a car pulled up behind you. Usually, you wouldn’t think much of it, except the man who climbed out looked a little too comfortable with approaching you.

“Hey, Y/N. Hey, come back,” He called out as you started walking up the stairs to the door of your house. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want to talk to you.”

You almost laughed at the statement. Out of all the things you could say when approaching someone, that was probably the most suspicious. “Uh, no thanks.” You stepped a little faster across the porch, mumbling about stranger danger under your breath before grabbing the door handle. The nerves kicked in when you realized it was locked. You started knocking aggressively. “Hey. Dad!”

The door clicked unlocked to reveal another man you didn’t know. You took a step back. “Who are you?”

“Look, this can go one of two ways.”

You glanced at his shirt, the logo on it sending you into panic mode as you realized what was happening. “No, no, no.” The next step back sent you into the first man’s chest, his hands quickly grabbing you. 

“I’m sorry, honey. We’re sending you away for a while.” Your mom’s figure appeared in the doorway, your dad hovering behind her. “They say that Kitty Hawk’s the best.”

“Are you kidding me?” Your voice cracked as the other man grabbed your left arm, both of them holding a little bit tighter than you’d like. “What the hell?”

“We just need to try this, okay? We’re just trying to help you and your sister.”

You closed your eyes, refusing to believe that your parents would actually put you through this. “Mom, Mom please!” 

You ignored your parents explanations, fighting against the hold they had on you. This was unforgivable. You’d never come home again, never see your friends or Kie. You screamed out, hoping someone somewhere would maybe hear you and come to help. 

All chances of that ended the second you were thrown into the backseat of a car and the door slammed shut. You refused to look at your parents, kicking aggressively at the window, the door, anything you could reach. The two men hopped in the front seats and started the car, driving away a second later, leaving all of your hope behind in the process.

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Meanwhile, Kie, JJ, John B, and Sarah were waiting anxiously by the private jet. Pope, Cleo, and you hadn’t been seen or heard from and over an hour had past. JJ was getting angry, stressed out that your group was about to be separated once again. 

“Dude, where is everybody?” He tossed his backpack against the pavement in anger.

“I don’t know man!”

JJ threw his arm towards the Twinkie. “We should get in the Twinkie, and we should just get ‘em. That’s what we should do!” John B attempted to calm him down to no avail.

“Guys, there’s Pope and Cleo right there,” Kie interrupted their arguing as the duo turned to see their friends pulling up on Pope’s motorbike. 

“Were you guys waiting for us?” Cleo asked rhetorically, knowing exactly what was going on moments before.

JJ scooped his backpack off the ground aggressively. “Yes, we were. You’re late. Did you actually convince your pops this time or…”

Pope climbed off the bike and motioned to the girl behind him. “Cleo convinced him.”

JJ moved forward to high five the girl in question before doing their handshake. “My girl. That’s what I’m talking about! I thank you for being a part of my crew.”

Pope took a quick headcount and realized they were short one. “Hey, uh. Where’s Y/N?”

Everyone’s eyes landed on Kie who could only groan and cover her face in her hands. “It’s gotta be my parents. They’ve been up our ass ever since we got back.”

“Do you think they said she couldn’t come?” Sarah asked.

Kie shrugged, “I mean, maybe. But what’s the point in keeping her here if I’m going?”

“We’re gonna have to do this without her.”

To everyone’s surprise, it was JJ that declined Pope’s idea. “No,” He stated bluntly before turning to John B. “Give me the keys.”

“No, dude. No, no, no, no, no.”

JJ grabbed him by his shoulders. “Gimme the keys right now.”

John B shook his head and shrugged JJ’s hands off. “It doesn’t seem like a good idea now, JJ.”

“Look man,” JJ let out a deep sigh, his gaze flickering to the sky for a moment before he faced John B again. “Just give me an hour, please. It’ll be like a black ops mission, in and out. Surgical removal type shit. Plus, I kinda owe her.”

The smirk that formed on John B’s face was comical. He had a feeling as to why JJ was always so harsh with you, but this conversation confirmed everything he needed to know. 

“Stop making that face and gimme the keys,” JJ directed, trying his best to ignore the smile his best friend was making at him. 

“Okay, well. Yeah. You owe her, right? You owe her.”

JJ snatched the keys out of midair and took off towards the Twinkie, giving zero hesitation as he threw himself through the passenger window despite the protests behind him. 

“That door opens, bro!”

He couldn’t care less about their opinions and took off across the airstrip, his mind set on one thing. Getting you back.

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The ride to the wilderness camp was uneventful. Your nerves refused to settle as the drive passed in a blur of trees and grassland before you pulled up to the entrance gate. The driver confirmed your presence to the guard before you were allowed through. On each side you could see campers gardening, mowing the lawn, or doing laundry. 

The two men led you out of the car and further into the grounds. Campers moved by, all of them in t-shirts or tank tops with the camp logo strewn across. You were met with a woman as you reached the end of the pathway. She directed you to follow to where her office was. A stack of clothing was shoved in your hands and a changing room pointed at for you to enter. 

You did so begrudgingly, replacing your clothing with the stiff t-shirt and cloth shorts. The woman was awaiting you upon your exit, motioning for you to sit across from her.

“Thank you, Y/N, for joining us and putting on our uniform.”

You folded your arms across your chest and leaned back into the cushion of the chair. “Like I had a choice.”

The woman was almost expecting your reaction. “Well, now, the good news is, we have a name for your condition. ODD. Opposition defiant disorder.”

“What is that?” Your voice was full of disgust at the idea of being diagnosed with their false beliefs. 

“It’s consistent opposition to authority.”

You rolled your eyes. “Did you just make that up? Sounds like bullshit to me.” You hadn’t even been here ten minutes and they think they know what you’ve been through? 

“As I was saying, consistent opposition,” The woman returned. “Now, fortunately, it’s very treatable with medication.”

You cut her off instantly. “I’m not taking medication.”

“See that, that right there? Your reaction. You just confirmed my diagnosis. Now, we can help with this.”

You groaned and pushed your fingers through your hair. “Your professional diagnosis,” You scoffed, “Right. Um. Do you mind if I use the restroom? Long drive.”

“Of course, right there.”

You followed the direction she was pointing in and walked into the small room. After you shut and locked the door, your feet were instantly on the counter to get up to the window. The handle squeaked as you cranked it, the window not moving in the slightest. Fists started pounding on the door behind you as you tried to shove the window open in a last ditch effort.

“No, no! Get off me!” You shouted as someone latched around your waist, tugging you backwards off the counter. Another set of hands joined on your arm, the two men pulling you from the cabin. “You people are crazy!”

You fought them the entire way through the grounds, kicking and shouting against them to make it clear that you didn’t want to be here. Eventually, they brought you up the steps of a cabin and shoved you inside before slamming the door. There wasn’t a soul to be found, just a few ratted sheets strews across the sets of bunk beds. 

Your back hit the wall, tears finally building in your eyes as you slid down to the ground. The sob was heavy in your chest, air fighting to get to your lungs at the thought of seriously having to fight through this alone. You’d been susceptible to crumbling when you’re left alone, having it happen many times growing up. That’s why you always found comfort in the Pogues, in people who would be there no matter what, no questions asked. This was probably what JJ always wanted, the Pogues on an adventure without him having to deal with you. 

You stared ahead at the scribbles on the wall; I feel so much better written back at you. God knows how wrong those words were to you.

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The next few hours went by like paint drying on the wall. You tried to fall asleep, to escape for just a little bit. You couldn’t sleep on their shitty beds, your mind wandering to if your friends and sister were flying thousands of miles away above you. You wouldn’t blame them if they did, after all, JJ said only an hour and you were at least three behind by this point. 

You were startled when the front door was thrown open. “Y/N? Sweetie? Can you come out here?”

You shuffled off the bed to meet the woman and the guard she came with on the screened in patio. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but at Kitty Hawk we feel you have the strength to hear all the news, including bad news.”

“What happened?” Your question wasn’t meant to be rude, but your first thought went to your friends and the possibilities of what could’ve happened. You found it hard to believe your parents would feel the need to tell you if anything went wrong with them, knowing they’d probably be rejoicing. 

“Well, your cousin was here a minute ago.”

You frowned, not knowing who could’ve possibly stopped by. “Wait, what cousin?”

“A young man, blond. He asked me to tell you that Marley, well, he passed away.”

You tried not to look completely confused by her statement but knew it was slippin on your face anyway. “Like Bob Marley? Because-”

“No, your Siamese mix, Marley.”

You figured it would be better to feign shock than act completely clueless, at least buying time for whatever this was. The woman wrapped you in a hug as you let out faux sobs. “You know, I’m actually gonna need a little more time to process,” You choked out as you stepped out of her grip. 

She let you move back into the cabin, closing the door behind as you took a seat on the bottom bunk bed. You let out a deep breath, your heart starting to race at the idea of someone actually coming to rescue you. 

“Blond.” The word slipped out of your mouth quietly. No way in hell JJ would follow you here, especially with how adamant he was to leave on time. If anything, you figured Kiara would, but it was too big of a risk for her. Pope and Cleo were the only other possibility, but they didn’t have blond hair and John B and Sarah needed to get to his dad asap. 

JJ came back. For you. Despite all the shit you both put each other through nonstop, he came back.

Now all you had to do was get out. 

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You busied yourself with the various books left in the cabin, all of them relating to obedience, ironically. You just had to wait it out until the night when you could hopefully get JJ’s attention somehow and get the hell out of here. 

You were surprised when the door opened again to reveal the woman who “diagnosed” you alongside another Kitty Hawk employee. 

“Y/N, we know you’re grieving and feel you’re best supported by your peers, so we’re going to relocate you.”

You were confused on how they ever got that you were supported that way, given that you haven’t told them shit. “I-I really feel like I need some more time to reflect.” You didn’t want to risk JJ not being able to find you here if he already knew. 

“No stalling. Come on. We’re putting you in a dorm. Cabin six, let’s go.” The worker grabbed the bag from the floor that your parents had supposedly packed for you. You stood up, realizing there was no room for argument and started to follow. There was a nagging feeling at your chest to at least do something, leave a hint for JJ somewhere.

“Hey, uh, just one sec!” You shouted to them before running back towards the room and grabbing the misplaced sharpie that was hidden in your bed. You quickly scrambled Cabin 6. P4L in big black letter amongst the other writing on the bed frames before darting out to follow them. 

Thunder continued to echo around you, the sky slowly turning dark with the lingering storm. Storms usually brought you so much comfort and you were hoping this one would be the same.

The girls all stared as you walked into the group cabin, each of them pausing in their actions at the sight of you.

“Girls, this is Y/N. She’s had some tough family news. Let’s show her some empathy and love, okay? Can we do that?”

Hushed whispers and odd looks followed the worker’s question. You nodded to yourself, realizing you were in a bit too far over your head and followed to where they set your bag on the top bunk. You huffed, climbing up onto the bed space and tried to avoid the intense eyes. 

As thunder cracked above, you could only hope JJ found your clue. 

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The cabin succumbed to darkness not too long after, the storm finally raging against the wooden structure. You couldn’t sleep, mind too busy and it was fucking freezing despite the thin blanket they gave you. You wondered if this was it, if you were really stuck here for God knows how long, maybe forever. If Kiara and them got away, it was severely unlikely they were coming back. You couldn’t bring yourself to blame them. 

A few tears slipped out despite your best efforts to control them. You’d never been good with dealing with emotions, especially when you were left alone for so long. Like you’d said, this wasn’t the first time it happened and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Usually Kiara came to dig you out of your self-dug hole, but she wasn’t here, and these girls were less than likely to let you talk it out. 

You tried really hard to keep everyone happy. That’s all you’d done your entire life, put everyone else ahead of you. JJ was the only person who refused to let you, even if it came in the form of bickering and attitudes against each other. He never once let you put yourself out on the line for him. Sure, he wouldn’t stop you from doing it for other people, but never him. 

The ugly realization that you’d been pushing away the one person you actually needed hit you like a train. JJ had always been there, you just never realized it. You always thought he was looking at someone else, ready to tell you off for just existing, but that wasn’t the case. He was just looking out for you and your feelings. Granted, it wasn’t the best way of doing it, but hey, that’s just JJ. 

A harsh whisper broke you out of your thoughts. You tried to think nothing of it, after all being in a cabin with 12 other girls made it hard to sleep in silence. Clearly, it was something off because a small light flicked on shortly after. 

“What are you doing in here?”

“Hi there. Uh, evening, miss. Uh, sorry. Sorry to bother y’all. Uh, shit. I know this looks bad but I come in peace. But I’m just looking for someone. I’m looking, looking for-”

You sat up at the too familiar voice, your eyes instantly catching the silhouette you’ve been waiting for. “Me.”

The girls whispered around you as you climbed out of the bunk, still clad in your jean shorts and the ugly Kitty Hawk hoodie they’d given you. JJ was staring right at you, a bandana around his neck in an attempt to keep from wandering eyes, his chest heaving at the success of finding you. 

You didn’t fight the feeling anymore, instead running straight into him for a hug. He was ready, holding you closer to him than he ever had before. You tried to hold the tears in your eyes as you pulled back. “How did…how?”

“I know, okay. It’s a long story. No time to explain though. I.. wait, one thing though.” You’d never seen him so nervous in all your years of knowing him. “I know I’ve been a dick to you, for so long, a-and I just… Y/N, I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Y/N/N.”

You stared at him with glazed eyes and forced a smile at him. “I love you.”

JJ didn’t seem as shocked as you expected him too. It was almost as if you took the words right out of his mouth. “I love you too.”

You weren’t really sure who moved first, but the next thing you knew, JJ’s lips were on yours. You held his cheeks lightly, basking in the moment of his hands on your back, holding you close. Abrupt cheering rang out around you, clapping following it as the girls watched the two of you have your moment. 

“Whoa, hey! Keep it down, keep it down. Guys, come on, sh!” JJ attempted to get their attention after you two broke apart. You separated from him to grab your bag from the floor before grabbing his hand and running out the door. 

“To the right! Go, go, go!” He directed the second you were off the stairs. “Can’t really go through the front gate.” He glanced back to make sure you were following him only to see you smiling at him. JJ didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but he was so glad that it was. 

“I didn’t think anyone was gonna come back for me!” You admitted as the two of you finally made it past the main gate entrance. 

JJ flashed you a smile as he continued to run. “You gotta have more faith in me.”

You tugged him to a stop just before the path you were on hit the road. This felt like one of those now or never situations, something you had to do in the moment or you’d never had the confidence again. “Jayj. Thank you, for saving me.”

“Why wouldn’t I save you?” He moved closer and placed his hands on your cheeks. He was full of adrenaline from your kiss, the taste of your chapstick still lingering on his tastebuds. “Don’t you ever think I wouldn’t come back for you again, you hear? You’re my girl. I’d never leave you behind.”

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I actually can't remember whether I've requested this already (just ignore this if I have lol) but what about some fluffy headcanons about dating JJ?

I don’t remember either so have some (more) :)

Dating JJ Maybank would include…

Physical contact is his main love language. Like, his overall relationship with it is difficult, but he expresses his love for people by hugging them or messing with their hair, or whatever.

So, on that note, he’s always touching you in some way. He’s always holding your hand, or has a hand on your back, or his arm around your shoulders or waist.

All the forehead kisses. And the top-of-your-head kisses.

Stealing that baseball cap of his. Sometimes he takes it off just to put it on your head instead.

Being the only one who can talk him out of particularly bad ideas.

He always tries to make you laugh, so he comes up with the dumbest jokes and cheesiest pick-up lines to tell to you.

I’ve mentioned this before, I think, but pet his hair and he absolutely fucking melts.

Okay that’s all I’ve got for now lol

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