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Cuddling

Summary — Preferences for JJ Maybank, John B Routledge, Kiara Carrera, Pope Heyward, and Sarah Cameron from Outer Banks!

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Literally just a bunch of fluff!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,194. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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jj maybank

a good home life isn’t something jj knows much about. he often finds himself staying at john b’s place. and even though he knows his best friend would never kick him out, he still has a habit of leaving after a night or two. when it came to your house, however, jj didn’t give a shit. he’d happily overstay his welcome if it meant he got to spend some extra time with you. he sneaks through your window in the middle of the night. (even though he’s told you to lock it about a million times by now.) as soon as he’s inside, he slips out of his clothes. he’s eventually left in a pair of dark briefs as he secretly thanks you for buying a small night light just so he could see in the darkness whenever he came in. he can tell you stayed up a little too late. you’re lying on your back with your hand loosely clutching your phone that sits on your stomach. jj can’t help but smile at the sight of you. he lifts the blankets so he can climb into the warmth of your bed. he quietly sits your phone aside before draping himself over you, nuzzling into your side. his head is tucked beneath your chin as one of his arms slides beneath your shirt, gently tracing over your skin with his calloused fingertips. the sensation of his warm palms brings you out of sleep. eyes still closed and heavy with dreams, you slowly begin combing your fingers through his blond hair. “wanna talk about it?” he tilts his head in order to layer a few kisses against your collarbones. he then hides his face against your neck, taking in your scent as he whispers, “not right now. go back to sleep, baby.”

john b routledge

to say your boyfriend was ‘clingy’ would be an understatement. you were positive that if john b could literally glue himself to you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. he’s always in your space, desperate for every sliver of attention he can obtain. his attachment to you, however, comes out the most whenever he finally gets you alone. he’ll stumble into the château after a long day of work. having recently taken up mowing the lawns of some kooks, his tan has gotten deeper and his skin often glows with sweat. despite being exhausted, he still grins when he spots you on couch, quietly reading a book. he doesn’t hesitate to flop down on top of your legs. you can’t contain the grunt that escapes you as he shuffles upward, shoving his head beneath your book. he hovers over you with a bright smile, and asks, “can you scratch my back, babes?” goosebumps rise on your skin as he shoves his face against your neck and begins leaving a long trail of kisses. with a sigh, you close your book and put it aside, which is rather difficult due to the presence of your new, human version of a weighted blanket that now lies on top of you. john b shifts to where he rests between your legs rather than directly on top of them. impeccable timing, really, since they were already falling asleep beneath him. as he rests his cheek against your shoulder, your hands glide beneath the fabric of his shirt. he’s still warm from being in the north carolina sun all day. and he lets out a groan as you slowly begin scratching his back in a soothing motion, “feels good. i love you so much.” “love you too, john b.”

kiara carrera

when it comes to parties, kie likes to stick by your side. the two of you sit with the other pogues, laughing around at a small bonfire on the beach and making fun of drunk tourons. kie sits on a driftwood log. you, meanwhile, take up a spot on the sand, sitting next to her legs. she smiles against her cup as you absentmindedly run your hands along one of her calves. you’re far too engrossed in a conversation with jj to realize what you’re doing. at least, that’s what kie assumed. the moment she attempts to get up, you’re tightening your grip and leaving jj to start drunkenly bothering john b, pope, and sarah. you look up at her with a small smile, “where are you going?” “getting another drink,” she chuckled, especially when you didn’t remove your hand. “do you wanna come with me?” like she even had to ask. you’re up and ready to go within mere seconds. she wraps an arm around you and kisses your temple, smiling at the way you refuse to let her go.

pope heyward

when you first began dating, you had gotten a feeling that your boyfriend wasn’t necessarily a big pda guy. after a long talk about his boundaries, you ended up being right. pope can be shy at times, but that doesn’t bother you. it just means you have more chances to initiate affection, which you do a lot. he’d just prefer those moments to happen in private more often than not. he always welcomes you with a smile whenever you come over. his dad was working late, leaving the two of you alone for a date night. as pope cooks dinner, you wrap your arms around him from behind. he continues stirring with one hand while the other grasps tightly onto one of yours, pressing them into his stomach with a smile. he likes the way you hide your face against his back as he asks you about your day, especially when your replies are smothered by his shirt. he lifts your joined hands and kisses each of your knuckles gently. once he’s done, however, both of his hands are needed to chop up some vegetables, much to your disappointment. your palms glide over his stomach and hips. for a moment, pope thinks you’re trying to tickle him. he quickly finds himself grinning for a different reason instead. your hands slide lower until they can slip into the front pockets of his board shorts. you quietly mumble something that he’s unable to hear against his back. he glances over his shoulder at you with raised eyebrows, dimples showing in his cheeks, “hmm?” you meet his pretty brown eyes with a smile, “i said you’re the best.”

sarah cameron

she likes spending time with you at the beach, spread out on a large picnic blanket. the two of you even have a special spot beneath a small cluster of trees that sit by the edge of the sand. as she rambles on about whatever stunts rafe had pulled recently, she snuggles into your side. the shade of the trees is what allows her to do so since they kept either of you from becoming too hot in the summer air. she’s tucked underneath your arm, smiling as one of your hands gently rubs her back. the other is in her grasp and she’s quietly intertwining your fingers with hers. “i just wish he’d get it together, ya know?” she mutters. “he never listens to me when i try to help him.” “yeah. your brother can be a real jerk sometimes.” “thank you!”

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Guess who FINALLY caved and started obx?

#literally been putting it off since s1 aired #and my friends finally convinced me #currently on ep 3 #and kinda addicted #it’s good #they’re all idiots #but it’s good #also horrified my friends by saying I preferred John b to JJ? #we’ll see if my opinion stays the same #obx #outer banks #john booker routledge #jj maybank

[mvybanks]

Hey I love your work could you make a jj x reader imagine where jj comes back from work stressed out and enters the chateau in a bad mood. Y/n is sick and has been puking up all day, her and jj are alone at the chateau and he snaps at her over something, he slams the bedroom door. Then minutes later he hears her being sick in the bathroom and sees her pale face feeling bad that he was rude to her. He then apologises and cuddles her in bed making sure to help her when she didn’t feel well xxx

the one where jj doesn’t know you’re sick

a/n: hii, thank you! i’m not really fond of jj being mad at reader for no reason so i don’t know if this is good tbh but i hope you like it! (also this is kind of a jj x routledge!reader but it’s not that obvious)

warnings: angst, jj is a jerk

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it’s not like you hate your friend kie, but you would’ve really preferred if she had told you she was sick before coming to your place the other day. now here you are, lying limp on your couch, after having puked up the entire morning, with an annoying runny nose.

you’ve been waiting for your boyfriend to come back from work for hours, you just want to lie down with him and being with him, so when you hear the sound of his bike coming from outside, you smile immediately.

“hey, baby. how was work?” you ask as soon as you see jj walking through the door. the thought of having him home with you is enough to make you feel better instantly.

“i don’t feel like talking, y/n.”

you know work has been rough on him lately and you feel so bad about what he has to endure that you don’t even notice the anger in his voice.

“oh. did something happen?”

“god! what’s so hard to understand? i told you i don’t wanna talk!” he snaps, looking at your confused and shocked expression. he’s never talked to you this way.

“jeez, i was just asking,” you raise your hands in defeat, still not really sure of what’s going on and why he’s treating you like this.

“yeah, well— don’t,” he walks to the fridge and continues, “perfect. john b drank all the beers. that’s just perfect.”

his tone is full of venom and annoyance, his whole demeanor has changed since he kissed you goodbye this morning and you’re not really sure you know the guy that just walked into your house. this isn’t the guy you know and love, the guy that treats you as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him.

“you know you could be a little less of a dick,” you can’t stop yourself from saying the words, spatting at the stranger that’s now walking towards your shared room.

“do you ever stop talking?” he yells before slamming the door of your room behind him, leaving you speechless in the living room.

your stomach hurts and you don’t know if the sudden tightness in your throat is caused by your sickness or the interaction you just had with your boyfriend. your eyes sting from the tears that you’re trying to hold in, although you don’t know how long you can keep them at bay.

jj has been your rock and your best friend since you were kids and he’s always treated you with nothing but respect, he has never raised his voice at you and he sure as hell has never made you feel small. except now, and you don’t know what this means, if it’s because he doesn’t think of you the same, if his love for you has suddenly vanished or if he’s not happy anymore, and it hurts.

you don’t even notice that you’ve fallen asleep on the couch, too immersed in your thoughts, until you wake up with an impending urge to puke. you immediately get up and run to the bathroom, spilling all the contents of your stomach inside the toilet.

meanwhile, your boyfriend has been rummaging on what he’s said to you before for hours. he feels so much regret, almost disgusted with himself, that when he walked into the living room before and saw that you were asleep, he wanted to cry at the sight, because he wanted to wrap you in his arms but he knew he didn’t deserve it, striding back into your room.

when he hears the sounds coming from outside the door as you run to the bathroom, he walks out and takes advantage of the situation to talk to you. he knocks on the door a couple of times but no answer comes from the other side.

“angel, listen, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have treated you-“ he starts, but the sound of you being sick stops him, “what’s going on? are you okay? let me in!”

he begins to panic as he imagines the worst.

“it’s open, you idiot,” you shout although the weakness in your voice is evident.

when he opens the door and finds you on the floor, he comes rushing in and kneels in front of you as worry is written all over his features.

“why were you throwing up? did you eat that weird thing in that jar in the fridge? i swear i’ve told john b to throw it out so many-“

“i’m sick, you big dork.”

his face twists into something softer and you’ve missed that look on him, the one that shows you how much he cares for you.

“oh. why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is small as he curses himself for not noticing earlier.

“because you came in here being a big jerk when i only asked you how work was today. if you hate me so much, why don’t you just fucking break up with me?”

you finally snap at him, the pain that he caused you earlier still fresh in your voice. he almost cries at your words, breaking up with you is the last thing he’d ever do. he loves you so much sometimes it hurts and still he can’t believe that he’s treated you so badly that you think that he doesn’t love you anymore.

“hate you? what? no, angel, absolutely not. i could never hate you, i love you. i’m so so sorry. i really was a jerk-“

“a big jerk,” you correct him and he gives you that crooked smile of his that you adore.

“a big jerk. i’m sorry. my boss has been breathing on my neck for days now and i just get so frustrated, i’m not trying to find an excuse but i want you to know that you had nothing to do with it. i’ll never do that again, i swear.”

he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and cradles your face in one hand. you close your eyes for a second, enjoying that comforting feeling that you’ve been craving all day from him.

“you’re lucky i’m sick or i would’ve killed you,” you mumble as you reopen your eyes.

“and i would’ve helped you,” he smiles and you chuckle at his words, his heart clenching at the sound he missed so much, “i’m serious, angel. don’t ever let me treat you like that. you deserve so much better.”

you sigh loudly and lean even further into his touch. he regrets what he has done and the thought of you being sick through all of this makes him feel nauseated as well.

“it’s okay, j. i forgive you. i don’t have any fight in me right now. give me a hug, please.”

you don’t have to tell him twice, his arms wrap immediately around your figure. your head rests safely against his chest while his lips press against your forehead.

“c’mere,” he whispers as one arm slips underneath your knees to pick you up and bring you to bed.

he lies with your body on top of his and strokes your back in order to bring you more comfort. you nuzzle your head into his neck and finally let your whole body relax.

“i love you so much, you know that, right? i’ll make it up to you when you feel better,” he says before kissing your head.

“mh? how?”

you raise your head and it takes one look at his face, with that smirk of his playing on his lips, to understand what he means.

“ohhh, baby, you’re not that lucky,” you chuckle before resting your head again.

“hey, a man can dream.”

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I'll Always Be Here

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Pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!Sister, Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Sister (reader and characters are all over 18)

TW:18+, mention of domestic violence (nothing graphic), mentions of mental abuse, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of a gun, angst

Summary: JJ Maybank has been your best friend and keeper for as long as you can remember. So what happens when you get caught up with Kook prince Rafe Cameron and he discovers its the not the fairytale it seems.

Word Count:4.6k

Despite popular belief, JJ is a smart man. He may be the hot head of the group, always coming up with harebrained plans, but he's extremely intuitive and observant. He's been your best friend for years. 

It's kind of a given, seeaing as you're John B's little sister. You're only a year younger, and for as long as JJ has known his friend, you've always been by his side. Even when John B whined about having to bring his baby sister, JJ has always made sure you had a place in the group. 

He's always made you feel like you belong and took you under his wing. Which is exactly why he knows something is wrong. He can read you like a book, and he sees the signs before anyone else, even your brother. 

He wasn't happy when you got tangled up with Rafe Cameron and tried to warn you that there's a darker side to the aggressive kook. You insisted that you knew, but that he's never been anything but gentle towards you. 

It's such a cliche, falling for the man who's an asshole to everyone except you. It made you feel special, like you were the only one who got to see the real Rafe. You were young, barely 18, and naive. Oh, how wrong you had been. 

You've been under Rafe's thumb for just over a year now, and the switch in your personality has been mind-boggling. JJ knew something was wrong when you blew off your own birthday party at the Chateau, but the rest of the Pogues wrote it off as you getting caught up in the kook lifestyle. 

They had even been mad, spouting off about how you thought you were too good for the cut now. Too good for them. JJ knew better though, and that's when he started paying closer attention. 

You all but live at the Camerons now, only coming home to retrieve more clothing. Though, there's not much left for you to take at this point. 

JJ saw you for the first time in three months at Midsummers. You briefly locked eyes with him before quickly averting your gaze and slinking into your boyfriend's side. His eyes raked over you, taking in your small appearance. 

He didn't miss the way Rafe was gripping you a little too tight, or the way that you only spoke when spoken to. The expensive fabric of the dress clung to your body and JJ almost thought his mind was playing tricks on him when he noticed a yellow bruise in the last stages of healing on your inner arm. 

He thought it must be the lighting, or that maybe you just bumped into something. The gnawing feeling in his gut screamed otherwise, but he pushed it aside against his better judgment. You would come to him if you needed help. Right?

You avoided him for the entire night and he tried to ignore the sinking feeling as you were pulled inside by Rafe. 

He sees you around town a little more after that, always in passing. If you see him you don't acknowledge it, but that doesn't stop him from staring at you every time. 

He notices that you're dressed differently now, clad in designer clothing that looks stiff and out of place on your frame. Your hair is neatly styled; soft and void of its usual charms and braids, a stark contrast to the usual messy tangles caused by saltwater and surfing.

Your makeup is perfectly applied, and it causes him to frown. In almost two decades of knowing you, he's never once seen you with more than mascara and lipgloss. You look full kook now, and it makes his stomach lurch. 

You're playing a role that Rafe has molded you into, he knows that much. He knows without a shadow of a doubt that this isn't your doing. You've always preferred a bikini top and comfy jean shorts, usually covered up by one of his t-shirts that swallow you whole. 

He tries to tell John B, hoping he can get some intel from Sarah. The younger Cameron has written off her older brother, claiming that he's a psycho. When he pries for more details and discovers that Rafe tried to strangle her, he got into a fight with John B. 

"You're telling me that you're okay with her shacking up with the man that tried to kill his own sister? That doesn't set off any alarm bells?" JJ shouts and John B just sighs. 

"She's her own person, JJ. I can't control her." 

JJ stares at him in disbelief, disgusted that he's so pussy whipped he's disregarding his own sister's safety. 

"What about when he tries the same thing on Y/N? Will you care then? You haven't noticed the way that Rafe has completely erased her identity?" He screams, shoving the Routledge back. 

Kie steps in and pulls him away, her eyes sad as she stares up at the blonde. 

"I know you're worried, JJ. I am too. But we don't have any evidence, maybe it's time to accept she's just changed."

JJ scoffs and backs away, sending his found family daggers before racing off on his dirt bike.

He tried to reach out to you since then, only to find your number had been disconnected. He only tried to approach you once, but the fear in your eyes stopped him cold in his tracks. He knew that look, it had stared back at him in the mirror more times than he could count. 

He also knew that trying anything would only make it worse, so he let you go. 

Fast forward to tonight, it seems the entirety of OBX is at the kegger. Everyone is too wrapped up in their own shit to notice you arrive with Rafe, but JJ spots you immediately.

It's like he has a sixth sense that tingles whenever you're around, alerting his mind to your whereabouts before his eyes even land on you. 

You look miserable, the thick layers of makeup doing nothing to hide your sunken eyes and exhaustion. He fights with himself internally for a few minutes, debating whether he should talk to you or not. 

He doesn't want you to suffer because of him, but it's been so long since he's heard your voice or felt your arms around him, and every cell in his body is aching to be near you. He finally says fuck it, and his feet carry him forward on a mission. 

He stops a few feet in front of you, and your eyes shoot up to look at him in shock. He smiles down at you but falters slightly when you don't seem the least bit happy to see him. 

"Hey, Peach." 

He notices your lips quirk slightly at his nickname for you before they fall back into a flat line. You'd earned the moniker when you were sixteen. JJ got you drunk for the first time on Peach Schnapps and you had made an absolute fool of yourself before throwing up in the bonfire. 

Ever since then, you couldn't escape the embarrassing memory, though it never really bothered you. It was one of the best nights of your life, and your heart squeezes a bit at the thought. 

You give a short nod and he doesn't miss the way your hands wring together obsessively or how your knee is bouncing rapidly. He doesn't get a chance to say anything else before Rafe speaks up. 

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the trash king. Fuck off, Maybank. She doesn't want to talk to you." 

There's a cruel mocking tone to his voice and JJ's hands clench at his side before he smirks and turns to the kook. 

"Funny, I don't remember speaking to you. If she doesn't want to see me, she can tell me herself."

He's casual as he says it, but there's an underlying bite that sends a chill down your spine. Your eyes dart between the two men in front of you, unsure of what to do. 

You can see Rafe start to tense the longer you stay silent, anger coursing through him at your reluctance to tell your best friend to go away. You know it's in your best interest, but you can't bring yourself to say the words. 

You feel bile rise up your throat, and with each passing second you're painfully aware that this is only going to get worse for you. 

Rafe turns to you and you recognize the fire in his eyes as his pupils start to overtake his irises. 

"Tell him, baby." 

You cringe just barely at the pet name, an involuntary reaction you didn't fully realize you had. JJ catches it though and immediately knows it's now or never. 

He can feel the anxiety rolling off of you in waves, and that's enough confirmation for him. 

"Come on, Peach. The rest of the crew have missed you. You can at least come say hi to John B."

Your throat constricts at the mention of your brother, and JJ sees the tears on your lash line. You don't make a move, and Rafe laughs bitterly. 

"See? Go back to your side, pogue."

JJs on his last strand of patience and you can tell. He's always been extremely protective, but he's tried to stay in the shadows and wait for you. 

He knows that you won't leave until you're ready, but he's hell-bent on being there to catch you when the time comes. 

JJ is intimately familiar with being mistreated by someone you love. He knows the shame that comes with admitting it, the desire to protect the person even though they're hurting you. 

He isn't sure if Rafe has put his hands on you, but he's damn certain that he's got his talons in your mind. 

And he's also certain that if Rafe hasn't hit you, he will. It's only a matter of time. 

"I'm getting real sick of hearing your bitch ass voice, Cameron." 

His voice is sickly sweet, and he takes satisfaction in the way Rafe's eye twitches. He knows the man isn't used to being talked back to or having someone stand their ground.

You look on helplessly as Rafe squares his shoulders, clearly not above resorting to violence. JJ laughs darkly, looking forward to beating the absolute dog shit out of the man that's terrorized you for a year. 

"That's not in your best interest, man." 

JJ tries to warn him, but you know Rafe. Now that he's started this, and people are watching, he won't back down. You also know JJ, and he could kick Rafe's ass on a bad day. 

But standing here now, with months worth of rage waiting to be let out, you're convinced he could kill him. 

JJ stands relaxed, not a worry on his face, as Rafe pants heavily and turns red. He's already got him where he wants him. Even if JJ did lose this fight, he's already won. 

He's under the kook's skin, fucking with his head and he knows that Rafe is going to make impulsive swings with no real method. 

He sees it coming from a mile away, picking up on the way Rafe's body shifts back as his arm winds up. He dodges the punch easily before landing a right hook.

Your hands fly up over your mouth as you gasp, and your boyfriend stumbles back. 

His hand comes up to his cheek, wiping at the blood from where JJ's ring broke the skin. The entire crowd moves back as Rafe tackles him and you watch frozen as the two of them land blow after blow. 

You vaguely register hands on you as Kie and Sarah pull you away, sobs wracking your body. The three of you watch from a distance while John B and Pope try to break them apart to no avail. 

When JJ pulls out a gun and points it at Rafe's head, everything goes into slow motion. Your boyfriend takes a step back with his hands up defensively, and JJ has that manic smile he gets when he's about to do something stupid. 

Your voice sounds foreign to you as you scream JJ's name, pure terror coursing through your veins. His eyes meet yours and you shake your head, a silent plea to put the weapon down. 

He searches your face for a few seconds before lowering the gun, his features softening as he sees the state you're in. 

You barely register the sting of the ground scraping your skin as your knees give out and you collapse in heap, gasping for air. 

Sarah does her best to get your head between your knees so you don't faint, and Kie rubs your back soothingly. You look up as two feet come into your field of view, Rafe staring down at you with nothing but hatred. 

"Let's go." 

You start clambering to your feet before Kie pulls you back down and Sarah gets nose-to-nose with her brother. 

"Fucking leave and don't ever look at her again or I swear to God I will go get that gun and pull the trigger myself."

Her voice is quiet but lethal and Rafe scoffs before seeing how serious she is. He spits at the ground in front of you, and you flinch as more wails rip from your chest watching him walk away. 

In the blink of an eye, JJ is dropping to his knees in front of you and wrapping you up in his arms. You collapse into him, your tears soaking his shirt as he rocks you back and forth. 

"Shh, it's okay pretty girl. I'm right here, you're safe."

The girls share a look before walking back over to John B to give you and JJ space. Your brother watches the interaction with his hands in his hair, completely distraught. JJ tried to tell him, and he didn't listen. 

Now look at you, a shell of your former self and completely broken. He should have protected you and he failed you. Murdering Rafe flashes through his mind before he pushes it to the side to focus on you. 

His eyes follow every movement as JJ scoops you up and carries you into the chateau, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt so hard it looks like it might rip. 

Sarah wraps her arms around him as tears start flowing freely, and he leans into her. What has he done?

Inside, JJ sits you on the bathroom sink and puts a cold washcloth under your eyes to help the swelling. You sit like that for a few minutes before hopping down and gently instructing him to sit on the edge of the tub. 

You pull out a first aid kit and start disinfecting his wounds, your hands steady and a little too efficient. He frowns as you go through the motions as if this is second nature, and feels his head spin. You're too practiced at this.

"How do you know how to do all of this?" 

You seem to know just the right amount of pressure to apply to stop the bleeding without hurting him and what creams to use, a skill you didn't have before. 

He knows this because when he wrecked his dirt bike a while back, you tried to clean him up and it almost hurt worse than the accident itself. 

Your hands falter slightly and he stares at the side of your face as you resume your previous movements without answering. He takes a minute to really look at you in the bright lighting and his heart shatters. 

Now that he can really see you, his worst fears are confirmed. Your face is covered in foundation, but it doesn't hide the swelling of your cheek and eye. There are dabs of concealer on your neck, perfectly spaced and the size of fingertips. 

He goes to move your jacket down, wanting a better look at the rest of your body but freezes when you flinch. 

"What has he done to you?" 

It comes out as a broken whisper and you fight the fresh tears threatening to fall.

"I'm fine, JJ."

He shakes his head and you sigh, dropping the hand that's holding an alcohol pad. 

"No, Peach, you're not." 

There's a finality to his tone and you know you can't get around this. He grabs the wet washcloth and rubs at your face and neck, almost throwing up when the dark bruises start to peek out. 

He knew Rafe had a hold on you, but never in a million years did he imagine it was this bad.

You avert your eyes, not wanting to see the look of pity you're sure is blanketing your best friend's face. 

JJ feels sicker with each new mark that's uncovered and gently brushes his fingertips over them. He shakes his head as he finally pulls your jacket down, your arms covered in fresh and old bruises. 

He doesn't even want to imagine what the rest of you looks like. He notices you trembling and gently lifts your face to his with his index finger and pointer thumb. 

There's a multitude of emotions swimming in his eyes, but pity isn't one of them. Your lip quivers as he stares at you with the same love and adoration he always has, despite feeling like you're hideous and worthless. 

As if he can read the thoughts racing through your jumbled mind, he leans forward and presses his forehead to yours gently. 

"Hey, none of this is your fault, okay? You did so good, Peach. You're so strong and I'm so so proud of you. You never need to feel embarrassed or ashamed around me, if anyone gets it it's me."

You give him a weak nod and wrap your arms tightly around his neck, and he kisses the side of your head as you nuzzle into his shoulder. 

"Let's get you to bed, and we can talk tomorrow if you want." 

He takes your hand and leads you out of the bathroom and toward your bedroom slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements or jostle your body around. 

The rest of the group is inside now, quietly discussing the events of the night when you emerge. The conversation comes to a halt as their eyes land on you and John B feels ill when he sees your bruised body. 

He stands slowly and carefully makes his way to you with both hands out as if he's approaching a wounded animal. 

"I'm so sorry, Peach. Please, please know that I never would have let this happen if I had known." He chokes and you swallow thickly. 

"I know, JB. I don't blame you." 

He engulfs you in a gentle hug, his scent overwhelming you as you finally feel safe in your brother's arms again. He stifles his sobs for your sake before pulling away and letting JJ continue guiding you toward the back. 

The second you're out of his sight, he darts out the patio door and empties his stomach on the lawn. He feels Sarah rubbing his back as he continues heaving, before plopping down on the steps. 

"Rafe is going to pay for this."

In your room, JJ helps you change into pajamas and climbs into bed with you. The two of you lay there for a while, just basking in each other's company and listening to each other's breath. After a while, he hears soft snores coming from you and eases out of the bed. 

His face is set in a deep scowl when he returns to the living room and everyone turns to him. He locks eyes with John B, the two of them coming to a silent conclusion as the man gets up off the couch. 

John B turns to Sarah and Kie and nods toward the room you're sleeping in. 

"Keep an eye on her."

Sarah bites her bottom lip, contemplating if she wants the answer to her next question. 

"Where are you going?" 

JJ tosses his friend the keys to the Twinkie and he catches them with ease. 

"To get her shit and teach Rafe that no one fucks with the Pogues. Least of all my sister."

They don't wait for a reply before turning on their heels and making a beeline for the van. They climb in silently and peel out, speeding toward the Camerons. 

"So what's the plan?" JJ asks and John B glances over at him briefly. 

"Since when do we have plans? I'm getting my sister's stuff and you can deal with Rafe until I'm done." 

JJ claps excitedly, already stretching out his hands and preparing to finish what he started. 

The tires screech as John B stops in the driveway, both of them hopping out. They march up to the front door, and swing it open without so much as a knock. 

Rose jumps in her seat, her eyes wide like saucers as she stares at the two men in her foyer. 

"Don't even think about it. Where was she staying?" John B barks and Rose just points up the stairs. 

"Last room on the left." 

He doesn't spare her another look as he bounds up to the second floor on a war path. He starts grabbing everything that he recognizes as yours, as well as a couple Rolexes, and makes his first trip to the Twinkie. 

He figures its reparations and slips the watches into the glove box. 

As he's making his second trip he hears shouting in the backyard. He recognizes Rafe's voice and takes a second to place that the other person yelling is Ward. 

He grabs the last of your things and whatever else piques his interest, taking them outside as well. 

In the back, JJ is smirking as both men try to intimidate him. Ward goes so far as to offer him money, tired of dealing with Rafe's shit and never willing to admit his son's faults. 

JJ laughs at the insulting suggestion and crosses his arms. 

"You think that I'd let him get away with this for some cash? That girl is priceless to me, there's nothing you could possibly offer that would make me walk away from bashing this asshole's face in." 

Ward's face drops as he realizes he can't get out of this and he makes a split-second decision. He may be loyal to his son to a fault, but he's getting too old to be fist-fighting. 

"You're on you're own, Rafe. I told you this would happen." 

With that, he slams the glass door behind him and stops for a moment when he sees John B walking back in the front door before continuing up to his office. 

Rafe looks at JJ through his already busted eye, not willing to show any weakness. Deep down he knows what's about to happen is inevitable, but that doesn't mean he'll give the pogue the satisfaction. 

JJ closes the distance with lightning speed, his fist colliding against Rafe's nose with a sickening crack. Blood starts pouring instantly and the man groans loudly. 

JJ doesn't let him have any time to recover, pouncing on him and landing two more blows to his jaw and ribs. By the time John B joins, Rafe is almost unrecognizable. 

He's curled up on the ground clutching his stomach and John B looks over at his friend whose breathing heavily with blood splattered on his face. 

He decides JJ has done enough damage and opts to bend down to Rafe's level. 

"If you ever so much as look at my sister again, I will kill you without a second thought." He grits out before standing again and nodding for JJ to follow him. 

He pauses for a moment, wanting to add insult to injury. 

"Oh, and thanks for the watches."

They leave without another word and climb back into the Twinkie silently. 

"Shower when we get back, she doesn't need to see you like this." 

JJ nods and rubs his sore knuckles, already seeing the black and blue blossoming across them. They're only gone about an hour and Sarah is tackling John B in a hug before his feet even touch the ground. 

"Oh my god, are you okay?" She frets, hands frantically roaming his body to search for any sign of injury. 

"I'm fine, Sarah. I promise."

Meanwhile, JJ treks inside and heads straight for the bathroom. He stares at himself in the mirror, finally letting everything sink in. He drops his head as his shoulders shake, hot tears falling into the sink below. 

He allows himself a moment before taking off his necklace and rings, stepping into the hot stream of water. He tilts his head back as the blood and grime are washed away, and feels more salty tears slip down his cheeks. 

He knows what it feels like to be beaten until you're numb day after day. He knows how it feels when a fist collides with an old bruise, replacing it with a new one. He wouldn't wish it upon anyone, least of all you. 

All he can think about is your frame cowered in the corner as you try to survive, crying and whimpering. 

He wonders if you ever cried out for him and the thought makes him punch the shower wall. He should have been there, he should have saved you. 

He briefly regrets not pulling the trigger. The only thing stopping him from doing it now is the fact that he'd go to prison, and leave you alone. He never wants to leave your side again. 

He finishes up his shower, scrubbing until the water runs clear, and steps out onto the bath rug. He wraps a towel around his waist and pads down to your room, creeping in as silently as he can. 

His feet shuffle over to your dresser and he pulls out a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants. You always have clothes for him, sleeping over in your bed isn't a rare occurrence. 

He pulls them on and crawls back into your bed, sighing as his head hits the pillow. You seem to sense his presence and roll over to press your face into his bare chest, your legs tangling with his out of habit. 

He runs his hand through your hair, his arm wrapping around you to pull you tighter against him. His eyes flutter closed as he inhales your sweet scent, coconut shampoo mixed with perfume that smells like burnt sugar. 

It's familiar and comforting, and he tries to calm his heart rate as he grounds himself in your arms. You're here, you're safe, and he's never letting you go again. 

You mumble quietly, your eyes starting to peek open. 

"Shhh, go back to sleep, pretty girl. I'm right here, I'll always be right here. I promise."

He feels your lips press a soft kiss on his shoulder before your breathing evens out again and he stays up just watching you.

He's absolutely petrified that he'll wake up and you'll be gone, back in the arms of Rafe Cameron. So he doesn't sleep. 

It's not until four am when you reach up and gently swipe your hands over his eyes, forcing them shut, that he allows himself to get tired. 

"Go to sleep, JJ. I can hear the wheels turning in your head and it's keeping me up. I'll still be here."

He turns to lay on his back, pulling you with him so your body is practically on top of his. 

The weight of you soothes him, and finally, he starts to doze off. Everything is okay now, you're going to be okay. He'll make sure of it, even if it's the last thing he ever does.

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Always & Forever Pt. 2 || JJ Maybank

Summary: Request - i absolutely loved the one with jj and routledge!reader after jb and Sarah are presumed dead (its absolutely brilliant) and was wondering if you could do a continuation of it where reader has conflicted feelings after they return and jj comforts her and tells her that it's okay

A/N - Ugh, I just love a good JJ comfort. Thank you for the request!

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Y/N

Word Count: 3.1k+

“It’s nice to see you out of that Chateau.” Kiara rubbed your shoulders before sitting down on the bench outside next to you. The three of you had met up outside the high school after running out of class. All of you receiving the text from your apparently not so dead brother John B. Kiara texted you where to meet them. The text was simple. They’re alive and okay. In the Bahamas. Living and breathing. With a picture to prove it.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you looked at the simple text and picture. They were alive. The son of a bitch did it. You nodded looking up to your almost sister. The one you ran to when you needed advice. She wrapped you up in a swift hug seeing you on the verge of yet another breakdown. Giving you a tight squeeze, you were ever thankful for the friendship you had with her. Thankful your brother brought such incredible people into your life. You had a different set of friends, ones a few years younger. Your age. John B made you when you were younger so that you could be your own person too. In the end you preferred his friends, but you still liked your school friends. They were the ones that knew you better than yourself somehow. The ones helping you limp along through the pain.

“He’s okay. They’re alright.” She gave you another soft squeeze before letting you go. She sat down at the table next to you across from Pope.

You nodded not being sure about it all, “I just… I can’t believe it.” You felt a tear drop down your cheek as you read the message over and over again, “I thought they were dead.”

“Hey, look at me mins.” JJ stepped forward. Using the pad of his fingertips he brushed away the tears you had tried so hard to hold back but failed at miserably in doing so.

He truly couldn’t fathom how you felt. He spent the better part of four days nursing you back to health and walking you through it. You hadn’t fully accepted his death, but you were beginning to. And now this? You were thrilled but felt so…guilty? Guilty for not believing. For letting yourself wither away for no reason.

“They’re alright Y/N. They’re alright.” He gave your arms a light touch before sitting down next to you. Pope and Kiara lost in a conversation of their own.

“Thank God for that.” You mumbled before leaning into him, “How the hell are we going to get them home? The Bahamas?” Sighing you tried your best to come up with a solution but falling miserably short.

“That’s not your job to figure out. They’ll be back soon. Don’t you worry. We just got to keep you out of trouble until then.” His smile brought one out in you too. He was so confident it would be alright that it made it hard not to believe him. JJ may have been messy, but he never let you down, never lied to you. So, why would he start now?

“I’ll choose to believe you Maybank.” You leaned into him feeling the weight of the world come crashing down once more. What a strangely emotional day. You should be happier than anything. And you were. But it felt off. Felt strange. Like somebody dead was coming back to life. He was never dead though. But you grieved him. He felt dead. And you couldn’t have felt more uneasy about it all.

He grinned, wrapping his free arm around you, and pulling you close, “When have I ever let you down mins?”

You shook your head quickly, “You haven’t.”

He leaned over, whispering in your ear, “I promise, that’ll never change.”

JJ was screaming at the three of you, “Go, go, go, go, go, go!”

How in the hell did you always end up in these situations? The damn truck broke down and you were running for your life, literally.

When Kie screamed, “Guys, I think he has a gun!” You kicked it up a notch. Oh, how your body wasn’t quite ready for this, not in the slightest. JJ ran behind you, clearly not running as fast as he normally would. He had to make sure you were alright.

“Keep your heads down!” JJ shouted as he tailed you. JJ was ready to pull you in a different direction need be. He knew Kie and Pope could fend for themselves. He wasn’t so sure you were doing alright though. You were running considerably slower than you normally would.

“Fucking hell.” You cursed more to yourself than anybody else. You knew you were holding them back.

“You alright there Routledge?” JJ called out from behind you hearing you mumbling something from in front of him.

When you put your thumbs up out to side of you he knew you were fine. Winded for sure but fine. You’d never back down from a challenge. Never get caught. No that wasn’t a possibility for you.

“Down the alleyway!” Pope shouted before darting down a side. JJ caught you before throwing you forward with his momentum when you were caught off guard in a daze.

“Thought you said you were alright?” He asked, barely out of breath as you stumbled forward. If it weren’t for JJ you’d surely have been caught by now after stumbling over your very own feet.

You nodded, “Sorry, just getting a little tired.” It wasn’t a lie, no. It just wasn’t the full truth. You felt better, you looked better. But you weren’t completely better. You still got tired quicker than normal. Your body still recovering from the trauma it went through.

Before he could respond though you ran right into the back of Pope who stopped so suddenly not even JJ could react.

“What the hell Pope!” You pushed him after you bounced right off his back.

“Y/N.” The voice of your older brother snapped you out of your fit of irritation at your friend. It couldn’t be. No, it couldn’t be John B? You peered around your much taller and broader friend to spot not only John B but Sarah as well sitting on a bike and cart.

“Holy shit.” You gasped it utter shock. This was the last thing you expected.

“Come on! We gotta go!” Sarah pulled you onto the cart right onto her lap. She held you close.

You couldn’t believe it. John B and Sarah. Just fine. In fucking Charleston of all places? Who would’ve thought?

“You’re alive.” You stated more than asked as you looked up to Sarah. You’d grown close to her in the few short months she’s been around.

“Yeah. We’re alive.” She smiled down at you ignoring the antics of the pogues around you.

“And you’re okay? He’s okay?” John B was laughing at the commotion, high on life as he reconnected with the group.

“As okay as we can be kiddo.” She gave you a quick hug but left her arm wrapped around you as she cheered once the group pushed the man who had been chasing them on the ground. Off to the boat they went. Off home they went. It all felt so surreal. Like the last week of your life didn’t exist. Oh, how the universe was playing with your emotions.

Once you were on the boat you sat there smiling, listening in on the conversation between everybody. A sick feeling took over your stomach as you looked over smiling at John B for the first time in a week. He was alive. He was okay. He wasn’t dead. He didn’t get lost at sea. He was sitting five feet away from you. Your older brother was okay.

“Y/N?” He asked. Almost like he knew you were stuck in your head.

“Yeah?” You asked. He knocked you right out of your thoughts. It was a voice you really never thought you’d get to hear again. It was the weirdest feeling. You felt euphoric that you’d found them again. Guilty for thinking they were dead. Scared as hell to go home. Uneasy about the future. It was almost too much to try and comprehend. Afterall, they accused John B of killing the Sherriff, you still had to deal with that mess.

“You didn’t answer the question.” He smiled patting your knee and sitting down next to you.

A light blush crept to your face. You were doing that a lot more often than you usually did. Zoning out of the conversation completely, “Sorry, I didn’t hear it.”

“You ready to get home?” Your older brother with the curly hair and honey brown eyes asked you.

A quick nod came from you without hesitation, “Yeah, more than ready.” You might’ve been unsure of your future but you sure as hell wanted to sleep in your bed. Especially if your older brother was sleeping in the room next to yours.

“Hey kid.” John B nudged your side, “You alright? You look like hell.” He smiled with a sadness you rarely saw from him. He was always tough on you. Only going soft when he needed. But when he saw your state he couldn’t help but to feel a little guilty. When he put himself in your shoes his heart broke at the realization of how alone you must’ve felt. You’d broken down without him.

“I’m okay now.” You turned to him giving him a shallow smile, “I thought you died JB. I kind of fell apart.” You whispered and turned away from him knowing that you’d fall apart if you looked at your older brother for much longer.

“I’m so sorry bug. I felt like I didn’t have an option at the time. And we got lucky. We really did. We probably should’ve died out there. I can’t even begin to apologize. You know how much you mean to me.” He spoke to you and only you. Everybody had given the brother and sister duo the space they needed.

You looked over to him with tears in your eyes, “I know. I’m so sorry JB. I can’t believe it’s come to this.” You felt defeated. How in the hell were you guys going to unfuck this mess up? Somebody was dead. It wasn’t your guys’ fault no. But it was being pinned on your brother. He couldn’t get locked up. Not for something he’d never dream of doing.

“Hey, we’ll figure it out. We always do buggie.” He smiled trying to provide you some sort of comfort. He too had a plethora of nicknames for his younger sister. You in face hated bugs and eight-year-old John Booker Routledge thought it’d be funny to give his six-year-old sister the nickname bug. And of course, it stuck. Because why wouldn’t it? You’d secretly grown fond of the nickname over time

“I always have a solution and I don’t know the answer to this one.” You let a few tears fall. There was simply no solution. You had to let it all play out. Hide John B for as long as you could. It was going to be a task, but you guys could do it.

He rubbed your back trying his best to soothe you. You were wound up tighter than he’d ever seen. You’d clearly been through hell and back, “This isn’t all on you Y/N. We’ll figure it out as the pogues, yeah? Relax for me for a little while.”

“I’ll try.” You spoke leaning back into the seat of the boat. Giving your eyes a close trying your best to enjoy the ride back.

He hesitated. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t quite sure what to do, “I’ll leave you to it.” He spoke before getting up and finding Sarah who happened to be talking to JJ. JJ who was watching you with nothing but concern in his eyes. John B wasn’t dumb. He knew better. He saw the way his best friend was watching you. Something was very wrong, and John B didn’t have a clue what had happened.

“You should go talk to her.” John B spoke to JJ once he made his way back to Sarah, “She’s being quiet. Not like her usual self.” He frowned seeing his younger sister so out of whack. He needed you as much as you needed him. Your happy go lucky attitude got him through so much more than he’d ever admitted to you.

“Yeah sure.” JJ was quick to agree.

Sitting down next to you he gave you a moment before speaking up, “You alright there, honey?” He asked knowing that’d get a ruse out of you.

You leaned your head forward again before turning back to him, “Back to honey?”

He smirked, “Don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

You retuned the smile. It felt like the first genuine smile in weeks, “Aren’t you so considerate J.”

Giving you a wink, he took one of your hands in his, not really caring that your older brother was watching with an eagle eye from across the small boat, “Only for you.”

Flashing him a soft smile you didn’t hide the sigh that escaped your lips. Feeling comfortable with your lifelong friend you leaned your head onto his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered shut hearing the soft lull of the engine cutting through the water below you. It was peacefully quiet as everybody found a spot and found their solace. It was always one of your favorite parts of a road trip with the crew. There was always a comfortable silence shared amongst the group. Absolute peace with the best people you knew.

JJ leaned his head on yours. He let you relish in the silence for a moment before asking you a question he really needed to know the answer to, “Are you okay mins?”

You nodded your head subtly in his shoulder, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You’re awfully quiet.” He whispered back to you. His arm made its way around your torso and sat on your side securing you tightly into his side.

“And you’re being awfully chatty.” You grinned into his chest knowing he’d find mock offense to your comeback.

You were right. He pinched your side, lightly and let out a “Hey!”

Lifting your head from his soft embrace you looked him in the eyes for the first time in a while. He was so pretty. The most handsome boy you knew. And you always made sure to tell him that whenever you could.

You spotted the concern dotting his eyes as he studied your face. He knew something wasn’t right. John B knew something wasn’t right. You knew something wasn’t right. You just couldn’t place it. You were so fucking happy he was home. God, it was the absolute best scenario that could’ve played out. Why’d you feel so off? So weird? Like you were in a dream or something.

“I’m okay J. I just… I just feel weird.” You admitted to the boy who wanted nothing but answers from you. When he broke out that sad stare you couldn’t help but to spill your feelings to your concerned best friend.

His head cocked to the side as he processed what you said, “What do you mean?” He pressed, needing to know. He looked you over for any signs of injury. You weren’t shot were you? He didn’t remember the guy firing a shot but who knows, a lot was going on.

You noticed his eyes looking for anything wrong, “I’m fine JJ.” You frowned not sure how to get spit out what you meant.

“Okay.” He waited for you to go on.

You turned away before continuing, “I should be so happy they’re back. They’re alive. I just feel off. I don’t know J.”

“You’re in shock.” He said so quickly you weren’t sure if you heard him right.

You shook your head off like he was crazy, “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” He rolled his eyes knowing you’d never take his word for it. You were as stubborn as your older brother.

“JJ I’m not in shock. I get what happened. I understand it…”

He interrupted you quickly, grabbing at your hand to shut you up, “You can understand it all. Still doesn’t mean you aren’t in shock mins. Two life altering events happened in your life within a week. It’s alright if you feel weird. If you feel off. It’s perfectly fine, alright?”

JJ wasn’t often one for such kind of comfort, but he knew how to when he needed to. You needed it right now. A little bit lost in a great big world.

You hummed, “If you say so.”

He smiled before gently placing your head back down on your head, “Remember what I said earlier? When have I ever let you down?”

He was right of course. JJ was always right. He had never let you down, “I love you JJ Maybank, you know that right?” You whispered once more, careful to make sure that nobody else heard. You had said it a thousand times to the blonde-haired boy before, but it meant something different this time. You loved him, you really did. And he knew it. He knew you were admitting far more than you ever dared too before.

A smile couldn’t be stopped from forming on his face as he realized the weight of your words, “I love you too. Love, love you mins.” He whispered into your ear careful to keep the moment between you and him only. JB and the crew would figure it out soon enough. He wanted to relish in the intimate moment between the girl he’d adored from afar for so long. His best friend. The girl he couldn’t stand to be around at first to the girl he couldn’t wait to see. His girl. You. Y/N. Little Routledge.

“Love, love huh?” You laughed in his chest feeling nothing but the purest form of joy rippling throughout your body.

“I love the hell out of you Y/N. John B’s going to murder me when he finds out but damn hearing you say that was everything. You’re it mins. You’re my girl. I can promise you that.” He wanted to kiss you more than anything. Especially when you looked up at him while he was cradling you in his chest shielded from your older brothers eyes. God, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

But for your sake. And his sake he decided to wait until it was just the two of you. He could wait. Instead, he brushed the hair away from your face and settled for squeezing you into him once more, “Guess what J?” You asked once he was done settling you in for the ride back.

“What’s that?”

“I love, love you too.” You grinned that beautiful smile he’d missed so badly in the last few weeks that’d ripped the life right from you. And that, that was worth everything and more to him. He couldn’t wait to spend a lifetime of drawing that beautiful smile from his ever more beautiful girl.

Always & Forever || JJ Maybank

Summary: Request - Hii. Love your work. It's so good. I'm feeling a good hurt comfort fic with the obx cast. Could I get a JJ Maybank x reader (maybe john b's younger sister?) where she's lost everything after they assume John B and Sarah are lost at sea... Read Rest Here

A/N - Ohhh this was kinda hard to write. Being sad is a bitch. Please let somebody know if you're sad/getting sad. People love you! Always remember that <3

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Y/N

Word Count: 2.3+

GIF by anakin-skywalker

TW: Talks of depression, being sad, not eating etc.

You barely heard the soft knocks on your bedroom door. Currently, you were huddled underneath the comforter of your missing older brother just hoping and praying he was okay. They’d officially called it. Lost at sea. Presumed deceased. Dead. Just like your fucking father. How was this your life? Two years ago, you had the world with the two coolest guys on the earth. And now? Now you were alone. Utterly fucking alone. It’d only been three damn days, but they gave up. There was no funding for a poor pogue boy from the wrong part of the island. Sherriff Peterman just gave you a sad look when she broke the news to you a few days prior. Or it could’ve been yesterday. Time didn’t matter anymore. Nothing really mattered anymore. You were a sixteen-year-old girl alone as fuck in this cold ass world.

“Hey little Rout.” You heard JJ’s kinder than usual voice from the other side of the door, “You need to open this door or I’m going to have to pick the lock. Need to see if you’re okay. You haven’t been at school and Mrs. Smith is getting worries, she said she’s going to report you.” You heard the soft sigh of utter defeat as he waited for a moment for you to respond. To do anything. You didn’t have the energy to respond so instead you just laid there.

“Come on kid.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d long since used on you, “You need to come out. Get some fresh air. You can’t stay in there forever.”

Nothing. You just couldn’t. Depression was a hell of a thing. You just couldn’t fathom getting up and unlocking that door. Your brain knew you should. But the actual thought of moving seemed like a foreign concept you weren’t ready for sure yet.

He didn’t give you much else of a choice as you heard the lock click. You knew it wouldn’t take him much effort to get it but alas, you just couldn’t care. It didn’t seem to matter. Nothing else mattered. John B was all you had left and now you sat here empty and void.

“Oh Y/N…” His voice trailed off as he spotted you withering away underneath a mass of blankets. A blank stare on your face. You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes feeling grossly ashamed you let it get this kind of bad.

“I just…” Your voice croaked out as it hadn’t been used in while, how long you hadn’t used it you really didn’t have a clue.

He shook his head kneeling down beside your bed, “It’s alright mins.” His head was close as he smiled at you with a smile that never reached his eyes. A smile he was putting on for you. He took his hand brushing your knotted hair away from your sunken face.

Mins. You wanted to laugh. It was the first good emotion you had felt in a while. Mins was your current nickname of quite the long line of ever evolving nicknames from the blonde-haired boy. First it was mini-Routledge, then it was mini-JB, then mini and now mins. He didn’t use it all too often anymore, only when he thought you needed it. And you needed it more than ever now. All his love and everything he could give to you.

JJ knew just how much John B meant to you. He was your best friend. The two of you did everything together, practically inseparable. Even when JB met JJ they still included you in on everything. You were his shadow. That didn’t change as you got older. You just had to play it off as something different.

“I’m tired JJ.” You sighed letting your eyes close in front of him. The effort to keep them open was beginning to become too much.

He frowned deeply. This wasn’t like you. You were usually so full of life. The one who wanted to go and do things. The one who called him lame when he didn’t want to try something new with you. You were the one that kept the group going. And now it felt like everything was falling apart. The pogues were without their people and they needed you back.

This was your way of shutting down and he knew it.

“When was the last time you ate honey?” He asked while trying to brush the knots out of the hair he could get to. You were never particular about your hair, but JJ knew how badly knots hurt to get out. He remembered that one time when the both of you were younger, you crying when your dad tried to brush out some gnarly knots after JJ and JB tried to teach you how to surf one afternoon. It broke his heart even as a twelve-year-old boy. He had that same protective love that JB had over you.

You sighed trying to remember, “Before we found out he was missing I guess.”

JJ’s eyes bugged. He knew he should’ve checked in on you sooner. Damn the pogues who told him to leave you alone. That you needed space. You clearly didn’t need space. You needed help.

“That was three days ago Y/N.” His blood felt like it was running cold. How could he let you lay here for three entire days? JB would fucking murder him if he found out. Some friend he was.

You hummed in acknowledgement, “I’ve had some water though. Haven’t been hungry.” You admitted to your concerned friend. Your voice finally started sounding more like your own after the hoarseness had worked its way out.

“Well, that’s a start mins.” He sighed brushing his overgrown golden hair away from his eyes, “Can you get up for me? Get you some soup downstairs or something?”

“JJ.” You whined not feeling up to the task, “I’m too tired. I don’t feel like it.”

He took you hand in his and wanted to cry from how cold it was. You weren’t right. No, you were suffering, and they just let you. He felt nothing more than a piece of shit seeing you so broken, “I’ll carry you. I just need you to eat something honey. John B would be sick with worry if he knew you were starving away.”

“Don’t talk about him.” You turned away from JJ feeling your own blood run cold at the mention of your missing older brothers name. You couldn’t fucking believe he chose to leave you. Fuck, you couldn’t believe he’d ever put Sarah in that position either. It all felt like a fever dream you had to wake up from. But you weren’t waking up which meant this was a sick and twisted reality that you didn’t want to participate in anymore.

“Y/N…”

You shook your head on your pillow, “Please JJ. Don’t talk about him. I can’t take it. Not yet.” You felt the tears that had long since dried up come flowing back in an instant. Why in the hell did he bring out these feelings in you so effortlessly? Leave it to your older brothers cute as hell best friend that was certainly off limits. JJ would never, ever feel that way for you anyway.

“Alright honey.” Honey. That was a new one. You’d heard him use it sparingly on girls in the past, but it certainly was never used for you. But he’d used it a few times in the last few sentences sending your overly tired mind reeling in another direction. He was just being kind, that was all. After all, your older brother did just fucking vanish into thin air, “Can you please get up for me? Please mins? I need you to eat something. Whatever you what. Please?” He added one last please to let you know how dire he felt.

You rolled back over to him exerting far too much effort in doing so, “I don’t think I can.” You sounded defeated as the tears started once more, “I’m so tired J.” You whispered trying to contain the sob that wanted to escape from your throat.

“Cause you need to eat honey.” He spoke with nothing but concern on his face, “Let me take you downstairs? You need to move. Need to be somewhere new. Need to get some calories in your body.” He said so matter of factly you weren’t sure if it was JJ in front of you. But then again, for as much as a mess the boy normally was he thrived in crises situations such as these. He always seemed to know exactly what to do.

“Yeah, that’s fine JJ.” You knew he’d win eventually so it might be best to just give it up.

He let out a subtle breath of sure-fire relief as he scooped you up into his arms. You were light. Far too fucking light. God, he was such an idiot. He knew you better than any of the other pogues. Of course, you needed help.

He set you down at the messy table filled with whatever shit JB had likely left there the week prior. You grew tired of always cleaning so you just started leaving it. Your eyes scanned the table full of junk. A sad smile formed seeing his homework scattered about with an unpaid parking ticket next to it all. He’d never get to finish that homework. Never would have to lie his way out of that ticket. Why him? Why your JB?

“What do you want to eat honey?” He asking running a hand up and down your arm. Attempting any form of comfort for you. He saw the sad look in your eyes as they scanned the table. He had to get your mind off of JB in any way he could.

“Why are you calling me that?” You asked instead of answering him. It was driving you nuts, and you had to know. In your right mind you’d never

“Honey?” He asked, a bit taken aback by your sudden brazenness. The you he knew would never have asked him that. Instead, you would’ve asked JB. Something you couldn’t do anymore.

You nodded in confirmation feeling your eyes droop and your mouth open to yawn. JJ cursed internally making the decision of canned soup for you knowing you needed to eat as soon as possible. Light and easy and calories. That’s exactly what you needed.

“I don’t know mins.” He admitted while heating up your food, “It just felt, feels right. I can stop saying it if you’d like.”

“I didn’t say that.” You spoke back in almost a whisper.

“Honey it is.” He grinned while putting your warm, not overly hot, soup in a bowl. He set it down in front of you waiting for you to eat.

“I still like mins too.” You added admitting to him just how much you did like the nickname. He’d stopped using it as much now that the two of you had gotten older. You’d forgotten just how much you’d liked the nickname. Probably because it was a nickname only you could have. A special one from the boy you surely loved but vehemently denied.

“Noted, now eat mins.” He grinned pointing to the bowl.

You nodded not really sure if your hands would agree with your brain. You were so utterly fucking exhausted. Turns out you did need to eat if you wanted to be able to function. Because it felt like a task you’d never be able to start. As much as you tried your arm just wouldn’t cooperate.

“Mins?” He asked seeing you not really making a move for it.

“I can’t JJ. It’s too much.” You hated to admit how disgustingly useless you felt. Yet here you were.

He nodded in understanding, “Here, let me.” He took the spoon from the bowl and held it front of your face. For the first time in three days, you relished in the taste of food. It did taste really good. And damn, you were a lot hungrier than you realized. Before you knew it the bowl was gone, and you were entirely full.

“Thank you J.” You let your eyes close once more feeling the outright exhaustion of the situation come down over you.

“Anytime mins.” Seeing your eyes close he noted your fatigue, “Why don’t we sit on the couch and watch a movie?” He suggested hoping you’d agree.

“That sounds nice J, I may need your help again.” You let out a frustrated sigh at the state of your condition. You did start feeling a bit better but the thought of walking or even crawling made you shudder.

He shot up from his seat to get you up. He picked you up like it was nothing, “I got you hon. I always do and always will. Remember that alright?” You nodded in his chest doing your best to fight off the sleep that wanted to take you.

“Thank you J.” You whispered into his chest. He set you down right next to him, letting your head fall into his side.

He wrapped an arm around your torso letting you know you were safe and secure. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere without you anymore. Running his hand through your hair he felt a shiver knowing you liked exactly what he was doing, “Always mins. Now, let yourself sleep. We’ll deal with all this shit when you wake up. Together.”

You nodded letting the darkness take over, “Promise?”

“Always and forever.” He gave your head a soft and gentle kiss before the soft snoozes overcame you. He decided he was going to watch you sleep, for however long that was. You were his everything too. He was only just beginning to realize that now. Always and forever. It had a nice ring to it. Forever with you was a life he would dream about. Maybe one day. Maybe after he sorted you through this mess. Maybe just maybe.

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[awritessomething]

I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler, Dr. Beckham, Julian Mercer, Ted Logan)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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[a-aexotic]

jj x routledge!reader on pouguelandia confessing their feelings while walking at the beach at night when the others are asleep

pairing. jj x fem!routledge!reader

warnings. insecurity, slight angst to fluff, jj being with a cutie pie, kissing

summary. reader has always liked jj and got insecure when she sees jj staring absentmindedly at her, but in reality he was admiring her.

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THE SMELL OF SMOKE FILLED HER NOSE AS SHE SAT NEAR THE BONFIRE. You were focused up in the stars, trying to saturate your mind on something other than anxiety. These past couple of months have been exhausting to say the least. You still had her guard up, always sleeping with one eye open. Even after John B told you it was going to be fine, words could only do so much to ease her anxieties. 

Everyone was asleep and you were the only one awake; or so you thought. “What are you doin’ up?”

You slightly flinched before realizing it was only JJ. You eased your muscles, sighing before relaxing. “I can’t sleep.” 

You looked up at the tall blonde as he sat down on the sand next to you, his baby blue eyes looking into yours.

He hummed in response, before nodding and looking away. You always have had sleep issues, even when they were kids. 

He fondly remembers the late nights with John B trying to lull you back to sleep. He also remembers the fact he could put you to sleep faster than anyone. John B always said he was the ‘Y/N whisperer’. But the truth was, JJ was just JJ and for some odd reason, you had always felt safe when you were with him. If someone asked when you started feeling this odd sense of safety, you wouldn’t know because you always just have. JJ always had that comforting feel to you. 

Your insomnia worsened after your father had gone missing, rightfully so. Your guard has been up since the day your father left. And no one but JJ could comfort, even your own brother. 

“Yeah, me too.”

They sat in silence before he spoke up again, “let’s walk.” 

You nodded in agreement, getting up with JJ.

Side by side, they started walking the beaches of Poguelandia. The late hours of the night were her favorite and she always admired dark skies filled with beautiful stars and even more breathtaking moon. She was always a night owl, preferring the quiet hours of the night.

JJ admired you under the bright moonlight, slightly smiling.

A blush came onto his cheeks. JJ had always adored Y/N, even when they were kids. He always had a protective nature over you, wanting to take you out of harm’s way no matter what. Especially when John B had gone missing, JJ had felt like it was his job to make sure you’re safe for John B. But somewhere along the way that adoration turned into a crush and now, JJ can’t stop thinking about you. 

You looked so gorgeous under the bright cast of the moon and JJ couldn’t help but staring. He couldn’t even think straight as he looked at you. 

You turned, meeting his gaze and laughing slightly. “What are you smiling about?”

JJ’s eyes widened; he forgot he was in real life for a second there, zoning out on your dreamlike features. He shook his head and looked down at the sand and shrugged. “Nothing.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, suddenly feeling insecure. You looked down at the sand, trying to ignore the weird feeling in your stomach. 

Your old crush had come back and suddenly you were back at the chateau, crying in your bedroom because JJ had brought another girl over again. You had always felt insecure, especially compared to JJ’s exes. 

JJ had felt the shift in atmosphere, he mirrored your confused expression. Sudden worry filled his system. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, not wanting to bring up the fact that you’re feeling insecure over something so small. “Nothing.”

JJ stopped walking and grabbed her arm, bringing you to look up at him. “No, tell me.” 

“No, it’s fine. It’s stupid.” 

“If I did something, tell me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything-”

“JJ, no, no.” You shook your head, You sighed and avoided his gaze. “You were just staring and maybe you noticed one of my pimples or something. And I haven’t shaved in like-”

JJ laughed and shook his head as Y/N spoke and she halted her speech and scoffed. He immediately felt guilty and shook his head, “No, Y/N-”

“You’ve said enough, JJ-”

“Are you serious?” It was JJ’s time to scoff now. You morph your face into annoyance and shake your head in agreement.

“Yes, JJ, I’m allowed to feel insecure when you literally stare at my face-”

He laughed again, “you? Insecure?”

“Yes, JJ.” You said simply before rolling your eyes and sighing, “you know what, I’m tired, so I’m just gonna head to bed.” You started walking away. 

He suddenly felt stupid and he sighed before running up to catch up with you. When he did, you did your best to ignore him. He hurt your feelings and you were going to give him the cold shoulder until he apologizes. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

Well, that was fast.

You sighed and crossed your arms, turning to face the blonde. 

“You misunderstood me, I meant… It’s ridiculous that you feel insecure.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. JJ sighed and shook his head, he was always bad at explaining his feelings. Especially when it was his feelings for you. He took a minute to try to figure what to say and you felt impatient. 

“You’re the prettiest girl I have ever seen.” He whispered; anyone not directly in front of him couldn’t hear it. You almost missed it with the waves crashing, and even then, you thought you misheard him. He bashfully looked away, directing his eyes to the sand below them.

“Wait, what?”

He felt even more stupid now, sighing. You were going to tell John B and he was going to kill him if he didn’t just drown himself before John B had a chance to.

“You don’t have to lie, I mean-”

JJ groaned, “God, shut up. I wouldn’t lie. You know I can’t lie to you.” 

“So, you really think I’m pretty?”

JJ nodded. “Who wouldn’t?”

“JJ, don’t joke around right now.”

“I wouldn’t joke about that, Y/N. Why can’t you just take a compliment?” JJ was annoyed at how oblivious you were acting. “Y/N, you have to be joking. How could you not tell I’ve had a crush on you for like, two years now!” 

He was frustrated but as soon as those words came out, he shut right back up. He just confessed his crush to you and you looked like you had just seen a ghost. 

JJ looked just as you were. Was he joking around? “JJ, how couldn’t you tell that I’ve liked you since we were kids?” You finally replied and he had the same reaction as you. 

“You’ve liked me since we were kids?”

You nodded. Now, you were both the oblivious ones. You and JJ sat in silence for a good minute before JJ spoke up again. 

“We’re both so stupid.”

You nodded again. “Yeah, we are.”

JJ looked down at you, a smile making its way onto his lips. Suddenly, the quiet night had become much louder for the both of you; your mind's racing with possibilities. JJ was always a reckless, YOLO kind of person, but with you, he always wanted to take his time and be patient.

You were thinking of how perfect this night turned out, staring at JJ’s features, admiring them and taking them in. You weren’t sure of most things, but one thing you knew for absolute fact: You loved JJ Maybank. Your mind stopped racing but one thought lingered. 

You put your hand on his cheek, feeling his warmth as you kept looking between his eyes and pink lips. You both slowly started leaning in and you connected lips. 

It was a slow, patient kiss - like JJ had imagined, but this time it wasn’t imaginary. JJ couldn’t help but think about what they'd been through these past couple of months but he always had comfort in the fact you were right beside him.

You were thinking the exact same things, and up until the moment you had connected lips you’d regretted everything. The regret slowly vaporized into the kiss because every bad thing had led up to this, and suddenly, it wasn’t so bad now that you had finally gotten your award.

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[xreaderbooks]

Paradise on Earth (17)

Chapter: 17. The Bonfire

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, Underage drinking, Violence and Jealousy

Summary: Pope receives new information, and the annual bonfire is a bowl of drama.

a/n: not fully proofread and a day later than promised but here it is...

Available on Wattpad and AO3

Chapter 16 - Series Masterlist - Navigation - Chapter 18

Nobody knew what to do after the explosion, it was like time had stilled, it was like a bomb went off with you and your friends hiding behind the trenches. Sarah’s wailing and sobbing, the radios police officers had carried on them had picked up on frequencies from other cops in the area. Shoupe had responded, informing them of what had just occurred then ushering you, your brother, Pope, JJ, and Kie, off the dock.

Sarah was allowed to stay, being as this was her property, her father’s property and he was dead. She stayed in Topper's arms, teary-eyed as she watched John B walk away without a word in her direction.

What could he say? What could any of you say?

I’m sorry? For her loss, probably. But none of you would truly mean it, Ward Cameron was better off dead.

None of you wanted to leave Sarah in her home alone with her brother who had attempted to murder her not 24 hours ago, but nobody dared to convince her to go with you all.

The weekend would end and you would all have to be back in school tomorrow, spending the last day fishing by the dock and contemplating the meaning of life after what you had just witnessed.

Day turned into night, JJ and Kie went to buy beer while you, Pope, and John B, lay on the HMS Pogue. The three of you stared up into the night sky in reflection. Your brother had just confessed to him and Sarah breaking up.

“I don’t get it,” John B voices after minutes of silence, “I don’t.”

“Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain.”

You snap your fingers at Pope’s poetic words, “Jesus if you wrote a book about heartbreak, I’d the shit out of it… Did it really only last five minutes though?”

You tried to lighten the mood a little, though clearly, those weren’t the vibes the two heartbroken boys were on. Lowkey, neither were you, but showing it would just open a can of worms (questions) that you weren’t ready to deal with.

Pope turns his head to his left, where you lay in between him and John B, “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s going on with you and Kie?” You quip, sitting up and crossing your legs with your knees outwards. You technically already knew what Kie had told you, but you wanted to hear his thoughts.

“Well, she just wants to be friends.”

“Oh, death blow,” John B exhales. “I’m sorry, man.”

“I-I didn’t even see it coming,” Pope lifted and let his hands fall onto his stomach.

You pursed your lips, not knowing what to say. Thankfully, you didn’t because the duo that left had just come back, tossing beer your way. You almost didn’t catch yours, JJ threw it at you swiftly, and you glared at him to which he ignored you.

“What are you guys doing down here?” He asked. “Having a good cry?”

“Cry?” John B and Pope ask each other, “What are you talking about? We don’t cry.”

You were about to, seeing Kie wearing JJ’s sweater, the size overwhelming her frame. You popped open the can and sipped on it.

“You know it’s not your fault right?” She asks JB with a smile.

“You think she’ll come back?”

“She’s one of us,” She inhales smoke from a joint, no doubt she and JJ already started smoking.

He smiles to himself, “Sarah’s a pogue.”

~~~

“Y/n!”

A loud feminine voice yelled in your ear, you jolted awake, your hand swinging to hit whoever disturbed you.

“Woah, chill,” She steps back.

“What the fuck, Kiara,” You mumble into your pillow once you saw it was her.

“It’s Monday, we have school.”

You wanted to die, quickly and right now, in your sleep preferably. Your bed had never felt more comfortable, you felt like you had just closed your eyes and here this bitch was waking you from your slumber.

You physically could not open your eyes, they felt permanently shut. You felt yourself drift…

“Y/n!”

“Oh my god!” You cried out, “Okay, okay, I swear if John B and Jayj, aren’t getting the same treatment I’m suing.”

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your eyesight get better, you needed to wash your face. You changed into jeans and a grey cotton long-sleeve, the autumn air coming in, allowing you to wear your cozy clothing without dying of heatstroke.

You wobble your way to the bathroom about to open the door when it opens for you, your eyes widen before you as a familiar blond (who you still weren’t talking to) appears before you, you both switch places and you shut the door. You quickly freshened up and went back to your room, snatching up your bookbag from the floor.

“We have a geometry test in 30 minutes,” Pope informs John B, dragging him along and pulling JJ by his collar into the Twinkie.

You stayed behind, catching a ride with Kie, the both of you didn’t have a test in the morning and decided you can be late to first period and homeroom to buy some groceries.

Kie insisted she pays, she saw how empty the fridge was before she woke you up and wanted to do something about it.

“You seriously don’t have to do that,” You protest as she pulls out a credit card.

She gives you a look, “I can’t just let you guys starve, now c’mon let’s drop this off before we’re even more late.”

~~~

After school, with a full fridge, you eat a bowl of fruit you picked out at the store as Pope explains how Mr. Sunn pulled them into his classroom and gave them Denmark Tanny’s diary.

“August 15th set sail from Port-au-prince on calm seas.” Pope Reads, “Came upon the Spanish ship San Jose on fire, the entire deck was aflame and we could hear the screams of men trapped below. The Spanish Captain cared about only one thing; his valuable cargo, the Cross of Santo Domingo, and countless bars of gold.”

“Once the cargo was on board we went to help the crew but Captain Limberey ordered us to pull bayonets and not to let any of the Spanish crew on board. He robbed them and left them to die.”

“So it didn’t go down off Bermuda,” JJ confirmed.

“And it was a Limberey, stealing shit again,” Kie scoffed.

Pope nods, “This diary proves that both the gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo were on the Royal Merchant.”

“Why didn’t we find it in the well then?” JJ asked. “If Denmark was able to get this bedazzled cross off of the Merchant to shore, why didn’t he just hide it with the gold?”

“Because it was too big,” You piece his question together. “He had to hide it someplace else, obviously.”

“But where?” John B questions.

“Right before he was hung, Denmark said he’d buried the treasure at the foot of the angel,” Pope explains.

“I thought this was about the key,” JJ looks confused.

“Right, so what’s the connection?” Kie observes.

Pope repeats the line, “‘The path to the tomb begins in the island room.’”

“But what is the island room?” She rolls her eyes.

“You know what helps me figure shit out?” JJ hops up from his place on the couch on the porch, you hold your breath for what he was about to say, knowing it could be potentially catastrophic. “Smoking beers and drinking weed, the ideas just pour out of me.”

“I don’t think we need another one of your ideas,” You look up at him from your seat.

“Not like yours are any better,” He snaps back and continues his statement. “If we just sit here and try to figure this out, we’re gonna get nowhere, but if we get creative and go to this bonfire tonight… maybe we’ll get somewhere.”

“Or, just a perfect excuse to party,” You slump in your seat.

“Well, I just got disowned by my parents and I’m an official member of the I-have-nothing-to-lose club,” Kie pipes in, meaning she’s in.

“Pope?” JJ looks to him hopefully.

He sighs, “We’re so close.”

JJ kneels down in front of Pope, “Think about how much you could think if you just gave your brain a rest.”

John B, JJ, and Kie give him looks of encouragement, you didn’t even bother, still bitter at JJ, though you were down for a party you weren’t gonna tell him that.

Pope ends up conceding, the others bursting into cheers as they make plans to pre-game. You and your friends all take shots of some cheap vodka from a corner store that you all knew didn’t ID before heading to the bonfire.

~~~

Every year it was set in a small old abandoned amphitheater-like place, dozens of teens from all parts of the island, gathered here for a beginning of the year rager. Kind of like a last hurrah, though the last hurrah would have technically been the last one, point is- people went wild. In a good way.

Pope and Kie were in conversation, hopping out of the Twinkie, not looking back twice, you stayed with JJ and John B, thinking you and John B would at least stick together.

Of course, you were wrong, one of John B’s old hookups had been desperately begging for his attention, not even bothering to try to hide her obviousness.

JJ gave you one look before heading in another direction with a beer he was shotgunning.

You took a breath, letting the annoyance roll off you as you went in search of a drink, JJ would find a whore to fuck as John B would, Pope and Kie will go socialize and you would drink to drink yourself numb.

You bumped into a broad shoulder when trying to weave your way through people, you meant to apologize and move on but the guy who looked over his shoulder to see who had disrupted his conversation was cute. Really cute, forget about JJ for a whole night, cute.

You replaced the frown with a sheepish smile and softened your eyes to look at the boy through your lashes, “Sorry.”

“No harm done,” He turned his full attention to you. “What’s your name, Gorgeous?” His features made you want to say, ‘Whatever you want it to be’ but you held off.

“Y/n, nice to meet you…”

“James,” He hit you with a flirtatious smirk. ‘Another one whose name starts with J’ You willed away the urge your roll your eyes. The guy had dimples, and light brown eyes that weren’t usually your type but it complimented him well.

You spent a good 45 minutes talking to him, he made the conversation flow and was easy to talk to, you were surprised you hadn’t seen him around or heard about him but then again he was very much the ‘boy-next-door’ type.

He flirted like he was into you but it teetered the line of him just being a really nice dude. It frustrated you since you just wanted a good make out, have it lead to something else maybe, but you didn’t want to push and he wasn’t offering.

“I was thinking maybe a weekend when you’re not so busy with school, we could hang out?” He looked at you hopefully.

“I-”

“She can’t,” You felt the weight of JJ’s arm sling around your shoulder, pulling you into him as if you were naturally a part of him. You wriggled underneath him to get out of his hold but he didn’t budge, only pulling you tighter.

“Oh,” James' face faltered a little before brightening up again, “No worries then. It was nice talking to you, Y/n.”

It was over. He was too nice of a guy to argue with JJ who was close enough to indicate that there was something between you, even though that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Wait- James!” You groaned and hid your face in your hands feeling aggravated at the blond who had immediately slid his arm off your shoulders the minute the brunet was gone. You were in mourning for the sweet boy you had hoped to get to know more. “I hate you.”

“I send away one hopeless guy, and I get knocked down your list of favorite people?” JJ repeats the words you told him the other day before the big argument.

“No, you've been acting like the world’s biggest dick, that’s how you get knocked down my list.” You bump your shoulder against him as you shove past him and he walks after you. “Leave me alone.”

“No,” He persists.

“JJ, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“That’s fine because I wanna talk to you.”

You falter in my steps and my eyes narrow in thought, wondering what the hell was up with him and his quick change of emotions.

“I didn’t like you talking to that guy-”

“So what, you were jealous?” The nerve of this guy, “Was that what that was?”

He hesitates, “Y/n, I’m just trying to look after you.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me, JJ, Jesus!” My voice raises, “I don’t need you!”

“You almost died the other day, and I wasn’t there.”

“That’s not your fault as much as it wasn’t mine, but if you want to hide your feelings behind some bullshit, go ahead but don’t use me as an excuse. You can be Kiara’s knight in shining armor but not mine.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

You felt the sting of tears hit the back of your eyes, this was not how tonight was supposed to go, “You and Kie. There is something there and while that’s still going on, you are not allowed to feel upset or jealous when I talk to a guy at a fucking party.”

“Y/n-”

Shouts were coming from the pit, people rushed towards the scene and you heard Sarah’s voice call out John B’s name. You sighed and looked at JJ who was already running into the mess of people.

Can there never be just one day, you glare into the dark sky. You had the keys of the Twinkie on you, John B mistakenly tossing them to you when you were all walking to the party.

You didn’t feel like dealing with whatever was going on, so while everyone was watching what you guessed was another fight, you took a therapeutic walk to the van. You started up the engine and crossed your legs on the dash of the passenger seat.

Your friends soon joined you, Kie went into the driver’s seat next to you, John B held a beer can up to his forehead on the seat behind you, Pope was across from him and JJ just walked up to the open side door.

“Well that was unexpected,” He crushes an empty can.

Kie turns her head to him with furrowed brows, “Was it?”

~~~

It was silent around the fire at the Chateau. You all took in the night, not knowing what else to do. What was supposed to be a distraction to help you all regain mental energy, just turned out to be more chaos that needed to be quieted.

With all that happened at the party, you sat the furthest away from JJ on the other end of where he was sitting, you tiredly leaned your head on John B’s shoulder, with your marshmallow on the end of a stick, melting in the fire.

That was until he started sporadically moving trying to get a bite of Kie’s s’more and your marshmallow fell into the pit. You pursed your lips, this night couldn’t get any worse.

“I have never hated you more,” You tell John B who left his seat and crouched on the other side of you for something.

“I’m stealing your marshmallow,” Kie warned Pope who protested.

“Hand me one, please?” You reach out to grab another marshmallow she stole.

John B tapped your back and told you all to shush, “Soembody’s here.”

“You don’t think Topper would…” Kie sets her stick down. “Do you have your gun?”

The five of your turn toward the rustling coming from the trees.

“Oh, now she wants the gun,” JJ’s tone accusatory as he recalls all the times Kiara scolded JJ for having the gun.

“Oh, now you don’t have the gun?”

John B calls out to the person in the trees, and lo and behold, it’s Limberey’s manservant- Renfield.

“You have got to be kidding me,” You whisper to yourself, thinking back on how you thought the night couldn’t get any worse.

The man comes out of hiding with his hands up in surrender, “Lovely evening we’re having.”

It definitely was not a lovely evening, especially not with him here, you all knew what he was here for. John B had tricked him and his boss into thinking they had the right key, Pope’s family’s key.

“Look, I don’t hold judges with any of y’all, alright?” He stops a couple of feet away from the group. “But this can go hard, or this can go easy, you know what I’m here for. Let me give you a little demonstration, you see that swing?”

He points to the swing you used to sit on in your childhood, JJ or John B would push you on it, sometimes pushing so far you would fly off.

“I got the best bow hunters in the Army Rangers with me,” He whistles sharply and an arrow comes flying through barely passing JJ’s nose and hitting the carved tree. “Now, they're out there, they’ll stick you just as soon as I say so.”

JJ moves to swing at Renfield with a long rusty piece of metal but he all too soon whistles and another arrow lands directly next to JJ’s foot.

The realization hits everyone at the same time it seems, you look at Pope sympathetically, these guys he brought with him were clearly good. If any of you had any tricks, one of you would get shot.

“I’m not gonna give you a countdown or any bullshit like that, I’m just gonna whistle.” He stood in front of Pope, tension was heavy as he held eye contact with Pope.

Your friend looked pained as he dug into the pocket of his shorts and brought out the key with the red string, “This key belongs to my family.”

“I’m losing patience with you, Pope,” Renfield brings his fingers to his lips as a threat.

Slowly, Pope hands it to the man.

“You did the right thing kid, knowing when you don't have a choice is an underappreciated talent,” he waves the key in front of Pope. “You be safe.”

You felt like you could finally breathe with him several paces away from you all now, but Pope looked like he was about to cry and you went after him as he stormed off.

~~~

Chapter 18

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And They Were Roommates (JJ Maybank, John B Routledge | Outer Banks)

Summary — You’ve been hooking up with both JJ and John B for a few months, unaware of how close they are.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Smut (threesome with a touch of jealousy; some degradation, but lots of praise; could be considered payback sex if you squint; oral (female receiving, male receiving); penetration (vaginal); spitroast; slight spit kink; spanking; creampies; mentions of birth control).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,726. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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It felt like a scene from your worst nightmare.

You’d happily jumped into the front seat of John B’s van, expecting nothing more than a night of carefree fun at the beach. Completely unaware of what truly awaited behind those tinted windows.

Two pairs of eyes, one dark, the other light, dug into you. John B’s were unreadable and expressionless, giving you not a single emotion to go by. Meanwhile, JJ, who had wedged himself between the two seats to look at you, only offered a smirk as he lightly gripped the back of your neck.

“Quite the ambush, huh?” he chuckled at your embarrassed expression. “Did you really think you could fuck both of us without being found out? I mean, you’re not dating either of us, but still.”

You stuttered, “I—Well—I didn’t—”

“Pretty ballsy,” sighed John B, taking off his hat to run a hand through his curls. “Must be since you’re new, but I guess I was wrong for thinking everyone knew JJ and I are best friends.”

“Brothers, even,” said JJ. “And you know what brothers do when they both want something?”

You trembled, unable to answer with so much heat rising beneath your skin. You’d never felt so humiliated in your life. And all they could do was eye you like hunters on the cusp of sinking their teeth into an innocent bit of prey.

“What?” you asked, though you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer.

They both grinned, though John B seemed a little more shy. With a deep chuckle, JJ replied, “They share.”

Your eyes widened at the implication. Before you could think of a response, JJ’s grip on your neck tightened. He used your surprise to his advantage, dragging you into the back of the van with an excited gleam in his eyes.

John B quickly followed, admiring the new view of your plump ass. He licked his lips and shook his head before giving it a slap. He ignored your yelp of pain, simply groaning instead, “You’ve got the best ideas sometimes, J.”

“I know,” laughed JJ, a bulge visibly hardening in his cargo shorts.

You gasped as they worked together to maneuver you into the position they wanted. Your back was flush against JJ’s chest, his arms tight around your torso as he tweaked your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Happiness rose within his chest when he didn’t feel the coverage of a bra.

“Wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?” he grinned. “You never wear a bra under these cute little dresses whenever you’re in the mood.”

John B’s tall frame had just enough room to lie between your thighs, which he spread open to rest on his shoulders. He pushed up the bottom of your dress.

The dark, floral fabric bunched up over your stomach, revealing a pair of black underwear to both boys. John B rolled his eyes with a half-smile, “Definitely wanted to. Only wears this color when she’s expecting to get dicked down.”

“Really?” huffed JJ. “She always wears red for me. Got preferences for each of us, cupcake?”

“No,” you whimpered, squirming in their hold as warmth began pooling inside your stomach.

“No need to lie. We’re just teasing,” said John B. “Learn something new every day.”

You yelped when he suddenly snapped the hem of your underwear against your skin with a smile. He leaned closer, taking in the wet scent of your growing arousal. His nose pressed against your covered clit, running over it from side to side.

A moan escaped your lips, “John B!”

He licked a long stripe over the fabric before suckling at the hidden bundle of nerves between your legs. His teeth tugged at your underwear, now soaked in his spit, wanting nothing more than to strip it from your body so he could indulge himself on your slick.

“You always eat her out first?” asked JJ.

“Gets her nice and wet,” sighed John B, fingers finally dipping into the hem of your underwear.

JJ raised his eyebrows and then he leaned down to kiss your temple in apology when he twisted your nipples particularly hard, resulting in a high-pitched complaint, “I usually do that last.”

“Missing out. Her pussy’s good and fresh in the beginning. Unless you like the taste of your own cum as it drips out. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

With a grunt, John B lifted your hips to remove your underwear just enough for him to access your leaking entrance. It throbbed and quivered before his eyes as he spread your folds open with his fingers.

No time was wasted in devouring his new meal.

JJ laughed at the way your back arched when his friend’s tongue sunk deep into you. He decided to push down the top of your dress so he could feel your breasts properly, leaving the fabric to pile up around your waist. Kissing, biting, and running his tongue over your neck almost let him distract you from John B.

Your hands delved into the dark curls of the young man worshiping the space between your legs. Bruises already started to form beneath the fingertips that dug into the flesh of your thighs. Dull nails carved crescent indents into the supple skin.

Spit landed directly on your clit, only to be smeared and mixed with your slick moments later by John B’s nose. You whined and moaned from the attention as well as the sounds of wet licks and exaggerated slurps coming from below.

“Mmph!” came a muffled groan. “Pussy’s good. Fuck, yes, always tastes so good. Cum! Wanna clean you up with my tongue! Show JJ how you drench my face every time I eat you out!”

Others would have assumed you were perfect at following any of his filthy commands by the way your orgasm instantly coated his skin. It sprayed onto his awaiting tongue, allowing him to take it in like a favored drink.

He licked all over your drooling cunt with a cum-soaked smile, cleaning up every leftover drop of your tangy release he could find. With an amused chuckle, he moved to sit on his knees, tugged your underwear the rest of the way off your shaking legs, and then used the black fabric to wipe his mouth.

“Better than last time,” he sighed. Hooking your underwear onto one of your ankles as a joke, his eyebrows rose in a teasing manner, “You eat pineapple today?”

He and JJ laughed when surprised stutters fell from your lips, “John B—! What—? I don’t—!”

“No reason to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he continued, gently patting your thighs while wrapping them around his waist. “We’re all friends here. Right, JJ?”

“Exactly,” nodded JJ. He then leaned down to kiss the shell of your ear, quietly muttering, “And I think you should let John B empty his balls inside that sweet pussy. Ya know, as a friend.”

JJ tilted your lips to his before you could offer up a reply. John B seized the opportunity to pull out his long, aching cock. The tip ran over your folds, collecting just enough wetness to sink inside your clenching hole.

You moaned at the familiar feeling, lips parting from JJ’s involuntarily. He continued trailing kisses over your warm skin, occasionally taking the time to admire the way John B’s hips rolled to meet yours.

The sounds of slapping skin filled the van. John B dragged your hips back and forth on his swollen length, heavy balls repeatedly kissing your soaking pussy. He grunted and moaned at the unbearable feeling of your hole squeezing his tip each time it sank back into you to collide with your cervix.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure. “How are you so tight every time? Thought your pussy would’ve been stretched out by now, especially since you’ve been fucking both of us.”

“Don’t worry, B, she’ll be wrecked by the end of this,” chuckled JJ, reaching around your stomach to feel the bulge of his friend’s cock thrusting in and out of your entrance. “God, you’re big, man. Bet you’re rearranging her guts right now.”

“Good.”

John B grinned, eyes dropping to where his friend’s hand rose and fell with every deep thrust he made into your tight cunt. His teeth dug into his lip at the sight. He really was in your guts, wasn’t he?

The imagery of it all made his cock twitch. Leaning down to meet your gasping lips for a brief kiss, John B panted, “You still taking the pill? Or do I need to pull out? Huh?”

“You—! Agh! Oh!” you cried, barely even capable of keeping your eyes open anymore.

John B’s forehead met yours, “C’mon, baby, need to know if—! Ugh! If I can fill this pussy up!”

“Yes! Yes, you—! Ahhh! You can!” you gasped.

John B groaned when your arms suddenly wrapped around him, hands traveling underneath the hem of his shirt. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, leaving deep red lines as you scratched the muscled surface.

JJ let go of your torso, allowing John B to take you for himself. The blond watched his best friend rail you into absolute oblivion. John B shifted to sit on his knees again, though you were brought along as well this time, made to sit prettily on his lap.

Strong arms weaving around your body, John B bounced you on and off his thick length. His hips helped the process by thrusting his cock up into your quivering hole at the same time.

“Good job, baby!” panted John B. “Taking me so well! Pussy’s made for me, I swear! Shit! Gonna look perfect when I stuff you full!”

“John B! Please! Please!”

“Fucking loving it, isn’t she?” asked JJ, though he didn’t bother himself with expecting an answer from either of you. Instead, he pulled his own hard length out of his shorts and began stroking himself.

John B’s teeth sunk into your shoulder, finally sending you over the edge. Your pussy gushed around him uncontrollably in an instant.

Mouth open in a silent scream, you hid your face in the crevice of his neck as you came, holding onto him as tightly as you possibly could. He continued rocking and bouncing you on his throbbing length, getting closer and closer to his own climax.

You shook from overstimulation, tears welling up in your eyes. Your hands moved to subconsciously push against his shoulders. Anything to get away from the sudden sensitivity of your used pussy.

“Almost there, baby,” panted John B, doing his best to keep you from escaping his hold. “Promise I am. Just gotta keep going! Mmph!”

He slammed you down onto his cock one final time. His balls were squished between your pussy and his thighs as he held you flush against his lap. Cockhead twitching deep inside your entrance, his tip burst with white, creamy ropes of cum.

He refused to give you any space, wanting to be as close as possible, forcing your sweaty skin against his shirt, which made him wish he had removed it when he’d had the chance. He devoured the flesh of your neck with both teeth and tongue. Pants, curses, and loud moans filled the van as your body took in every stream of John B’s release.

“Shit,” he groaned, pulling another squeak out of you by slapping your ass. He squeezed the warm flesh with a grin, “Good girl.”

Pushing your hands into his dark curls, your lips had barely met his in a kiss before a new pair of hands pulled you away.

“My turn now,” said JJ, ignoring your whines as he put you in a new position. “Stop hogging her pussy already, B.”

John B rolled his eyes with a snort. He moved to spread his legs out in front of him, slowly stroking his swollen cock back to life with one hand while reclining back on the other.

Watching JJ maneuver you onto your hands and knees, he scoffed, “Whatever, man.”

The irritation in his friend’s voice had no effect. JJ focused solely on shoving his length into your far too sensitive entrance. He threw his head back upon feeling the tight squeeze of your pussy. His fingers dug into your hips, wasting no time in pulling you on and off his cock.

“So fucking good,” he gasped. “Whose dick do ya like better, sweetheart? Or do you need another round with John B to figure it out? Ugh, fuck! Look at him, already hard again. Want her to suck ya off, B?”

You weren’t sure if John B even answered. Within seconds he had shifted closer and, legs spread on either side of you, took his opportunity to push your mouth down into his cock.

Eyes wide and gags echoing from your throat, you tried to push against his thighs, only to feel his tip sink even deeper. JJ leaned over your back and used his hand to tightly grip the back of your neck. He held your mouth on John B’s cock, making you choke and swallow around his friend.

“What’s wrong, cupcake?” he laughed. “Too big for ya? C’mon, suck!”

“Give her to me,” demanded John B, already grasping your temples with his warm palms. “You just worry about her pussy since you wanted it so much.”

JJ huffed and muttered something about his friend ‘ruining the fun’, but obeyed anyway. He pounded into your aching hole from behind while John B pulled you off his length, only listening to your gasps for a few seconds before making you take him again.

“Could’ve had two cocks at once this entire time if you hadn’t been so secretive,” panted JJ. “Kinda turns me on to know you’ve been taking John B’s cum too. Oh! If I’m being honest.”

No matter how much he rambled, you were so dizzy from both of them that you couldn’t understand what he was saying. JJ’s balls slapped your sopping pussy with every thrust while John B moaned upon feeling his cock swell inside your mouth.

The latter practically humped your face, heavy balls smearing over your chin as he ignored your pathetic gags. Solely focused on his own pleasure this time, John B’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth fell open as he came again.

He allowed some of his release to fill your mouth before suddenly pulling out. He aimed his thick cum at your exhausted face, covering you in white ropes of his essence without a care.

He cursed, “You look so pretty like that.”

“Ah!” you cried, throwing your hands back to wrap around JJ’s. He pulled sharply at your hair until your back met his clothed chest. “Ow! Wait!”

With one hand wrapped in your roots, the other forced your wrists together. JJ pinned them to your stomach with a deep chuckle.

Leaning closer, he used your hair to turn your head, exposing your cum-slathered cheek to him. His tongue glided over your skin to collect John B’s salty release. He roughly grabbed your jaw, tilted your head just enough for what he wanted to do, and then spit his friend’s cum into your mouth.

“Swallow,” he demanded, smiling when you did so. “You ready for it? Huh? Is this pussy ready for my cum? C’mon, sweetheart, you gotta answer.”

“Ahhh! Oh! Yes! Yes, please, I want it! Mmph—!”

He muffled your cries with a warm palm. Open-mouthed kisses littered your neck. Heavy pants filled the van until JJ sank deep into you with one final thrust.

As his release shot into your pussy, another orgasm overpowered your body as well. His hips rolled, flush against your ass, as you twitched pleasurably in his arms.

He pulled out with a satisfied sigh, helping you relax onto the floor of the van. Breathing heavily, you closed your eyes, ignoring the way JJ patted your ass with an arrogant smile.

A mixture of their cum spilled out of your clenching pussy. Both boys admired the sight, running their hands over your bare back in an attempt to sooth your exhaustion after tucking themselves back into their shorts.

“Might as well just stay there until we get to the Château,” chuckled John B.

“Yeah,” agreed JJ, “because neither of us are anywhere close to being done with you.”

#2024 #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks imagines #outer banks x reader #john b x reader #john b imagine #john b imagines #john b routledge imagine #john b routledge imagines #john b routledge x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x reader #and they were roommates

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

🔞 absolutely no minors. minors do not interact.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . this is my official call for tags. if you'd like to be tagged in my writing please COMMENT on this post the fandom/fandoms + any characters you'd prefer or go here to add your own name to the doc. Anything other than a COMMENT on this post or adding your name to the google doc itself won't be acknowledged because I don't want to get wrong what I tag you in. Below is a list of fandoms/characters I'm currently writing for... ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

American Horror Story

Dandy Mott

Jimmy Darling

Kit Walker

Michael Langdon

Tate Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Eddie Brock

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Riverdale

FP Jones

Jughead Jones

Sweetpea

Reggie Mantle

Scream Movies

Billy Loomis

Charlie Walker

Randy Meeks

Robbie Mercer

Stu Macher

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

John Winchester

Sam Winchester

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Juice Ortiz

Opie Winston

Stranger Things

Argyle

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Gareth Emerson

Jim Hopper

Johnathan Byers

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan

Rick Grimes

Shane Walsh

[iaintlithuanian]

Master list

Requests open for all these characters. I don’t really have anything I won’t write but I won’t do like really explicit smut.

I actually love requests so pleaaaaaaaasee if you have something you want, ask!!

Also if you want another character from anything just ask cause I’ll do research and make sure you get what you ask for!

Key: fluff-🌸 angst-💔 smut-❤️‍🔥

OBX

JJ Maybank

“Idiot”🌸

Reconciling 🌸💔

Lie?💔🌸

Bad timing 🌸

Pope Heyward

Nothing here

John B Routledge

Surprise🌸

Rafe Cameron

Lie?💔🌸

Web cam❤️‍🔥

Barry

Nothing here

Sarah Cameron

Nothing here

Kiara Carrera

Nothing here

WEDNESDAY

Xavier Thorpe

Jealousy 💔🌸

You can draw anything, so why me?🌸

A little too far🌸💔

Ghost 🌸

Enemies💔🌸

Ajax petropelous

Nothing here

Wednesday Addams

Nothing here

Goody Addams

Nothing here

Enid Sinclair

Keep me in your life💔🌸

Bianca Barclay

Nothing here

Avatar (twow)

Jake sully

Nothing here

Rotxo

Nothing here

Norm spellman

Nothing here

Tsu’tey

Nothing here

Lo’ak

Nothing here

Neteyam

I will love you for the rest of my life-💔

Ao’nung

Nothing here

Tsireya

Nothing here

Neytiri

Nothing here

Kiri

Nothing here

The vampire diaries/The originals

Damon Salvatore

Hurt💔

First🌸

Stefan Salvatore

Nothing here

Kai Parker

Nothing here

Niklaus Mikaelson

I don’t want to-🌸

Elijah Mikaelson

Nothing here

Kol Mikaelson

Nothing here

Rebekah Mikaelson

Nothing here

Elena Gilbert

Nothing here

Bonnie Bennett

Nothing here

Caroline Forbes

Nothing here

Kathrine Pierce

Nothing here

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Nothing here

Mattheo Riddle

Nothing here

Theodore Nott

Nothing here

Lorenzo Berkshire

Nothing here

Ron Weasley

Nothing here

Harry Potter

Nothing here

Blaize Zabini

Nothing here

Hermione Granger

Nothing here

Luna lovegood

Nothing here

Ginny Weasley

Nothing here

Pansy Parkinson

Nothing here

May add more :)

Preferences

Obx

They find out you self harm-💔

Wednesday

They find out you self harm-💔

Avatar (twow)

Nothing here

TVD/TO

Nothing here

Harry Potter

Nothing here

#masterlist #request #reqs open #x reader #obx #outer banks #wednesday #avatar 2009 #avatar twow #the vampire diaries #the originals #harry potter #obx x reader #obx x y/n #obx x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #avatar 2009 x reader #avatar twow x reader #tvd x you #tvd x reader #the originals x y/n #the originals x reader #the originals x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #hp x y/n #hp x reader

[drabbles-mc]

Treading Water

John B Routledge x F!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.18 Let’s Break The Ice- Treading Water

Warnings: angst, language, pining

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I’ve missed John B so much. Time to make him go through some feelings.

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

It had started off just as the two of you going surfing. Everyone else seemed caught up with one thing or another, but the weather was nice and the waves were great. So you and John B figured, fuck it, we might as well go and have a good time even if no one else can.

What was originally going to just be a quick trip to the beach to catch a few waves somehow turned into a much longer affair. You weren’t complaining about it by any means. It was just curious to you, how quickly the time slipped away. If the rest of the pogues had been trying to get in touch with either of you, you didn’t have a clue about it. The two of you hadn’t gone back to touch shore in a long time. You’d catch waves when good ones came along, but in between that the two of you just lounged, sitting or draping yourself over your boards to keep afloat. Treading water was preferable to going back to land, back to real life.

It'd been a bit since either of you actually made a move to try and catch a wave. You were fairly certain that the swells were done for now. And if you had realized it, you knew that John B definitely had. Neither of you said anything, though. Instead, you both stayed, drifting and ignoring whatever was waiting for you back on solid ground.

John B was gazing out across the water, and you were gazing at him. You could see it in his eyes that his mind was somewhere else. There was a lot that the two of you could avoid by staying out on the water, but no matter how deep out into the ocean you went, there was no getting away from your own mind. It looked like John B was figuring that out the hard way. Again.

He was half-draped onto his surfboard, arms folded on it and chin resting on top of his hands. Everything below his shoulders was submerged beneath the water. “I needed this.”

You frowned for a moment but he didn’t catch it. “I can see that.” You paused, waiting for him to elaborate on his own. When he didn’t, you prodded a little. “Wanna talk about it?”

He didn’t hesitate at all in his response. “You think it’s been too long?”

Your face contorted in confusion. “What?”

He sighed, running his hands over his face before allowing his chin to rest on them again. “Is it…is it stupid that I’m still waiting for him to come back?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach at the question. You and John B talked about pretty much everything, and that included Big John. You were never the one who started the conversations, knowing that it was a touchy subject even if you weren’t bringing up his disappearance. It was impossible to even talk about the good times with Big John without subsequently thinking about the fact that he had now essentially dropped off the face of the earth, or into the depths of the ocean somewhere.

Even still, whenever John B brought it up, there was always a hopefulness to it. He missed him—what kid wouldn’t miss someone who just disappeared like that? He regretted a lot of things about how it all went down before his dad left. He could acknowledge those things. But at the end of it there was always a remark about how he was going to make things right when Big John got back, how things were going to be better.  He would shoot down any remark that even alluded to the fact that his dad might never make it home.

So you didn’t know what to do about the fact that now he was the one with doubts. You’d had your own as the months continued to tick by, but obviously you weren’t cruel enough to tell them to him. Although you knew multiple other people who hadn’t been so kind. Maybe that’s why he was asking now that it was just the two of you. You were his last line of defense. If you didn’t have hope, who else would?

You realized that you’d been silently sitting on top of your surfboard for a little too long. You could feel the way that John B was staring at you, anxiously awaiting your response. You shook your head, clearing your throat before saying, “It’s not stupid, John B.”

“It has been a long time, though.”

You nodded—you’d never been one to lie to him. “It has.”

“You really think he might still come back?”

You shrugged, giving another nod. “Don’t you?”

“I,” he paused, trying not to let his emotions shine through, “I want to. I can’t just…what am I supposed to do if I stop thinking that?”

“Why do you think that you have to stop thinking that?”

He shrugged, ignoring the tears gathering in his eyes. “Because apparently it’s delusional. Apparently I’m concocting.”

Hearing the pain in his voice as he parroted back the words that have been said to him far too many times over the last few weeks, your heart broke. Despite the fact that you had your doubts every now and then, you never would’ve told John B that he should give up the hope of his dad coming back. It’s his dad. You get that people were just trying to help however they knew how, but you never thought that that was the right way to handle it.

“The people who are apparently saying all of that shit to you,” you waited for him to look at you before continuing, “never had their dad go missing.”

He let out a shaky breath, tears escaping out onto his cheeks as he nodded. You didn’t comment on the tears, and he didn’t wipe them away. They mixed in with the leftover saltwater that was dripping down off the ends of his hair. You saw the way his mouth twitched as he tried not to let his lips quiver too much, tried not to let the cries locked down in his chest break through.

“Right. Yea.” From the tone in his voice, you could tell that he wanted to believe you, wanted to take what you were saying to heart, but it wasn’t easy. It was the first time all day that you wished that you weren’t out in the ocean. It’d be so much easier to hold him if you were sitting back on the dock, or lounging at the chateau.

“You know,” he sounded a little more in control of his emotions as he started to talk again, “after a certain point, I didn’t even, you know, I didn’t even entertain it as an option.” He shook his head. “When he first went missing, it was scary. Like, it still is, but it was really scary, you know? And then,” he shrugged as best he could given his current position, “then I just got sad.”

“I remember,” you spoke up, voice soft, barely audible over the movement of the water.

John B frowned for a moment at that, noticing the pain in your eyes. “Yea.” He cleared his throat. “For a little while, I thought that he really was dead. I every time the cops showed up, I figured they were showing up to tell me that they found his body washed up somewhere. I really thought, you know, I thought it was over. But then more time went by. And, messed up as it sounds, the more time that went by with nothing, the more I was convinced that there’s no way he was dead.” He let out a sad laugh. “That sounds insane, doesn’t it?”

You chuckled quietly, shaking your head. “It doesn’t sound insane, John B.”

The small reassuring smile on your face got him to keep talking. Judging by the tears in his eyes and the hitch that periodically popped up in his voice, this was a conversation that was long overdue. “Once I decided that he was still alive, everything just got a little easier. It’s just like, you know, like I’m waiting for him to come home after a long trip. I just gotta get through the days. Just gotta stay afloat.”

His eyes were glued to the water now. Laying down on your stomach, you paddled your board a little closer to his. You were practically eye-level with him now, but you were both staring out at the ocean rather than at each other.

“It’s okay if you’re tired, you know,” you told him reassuringly. He looked over at you for a moment and you nodded to reaffirm your point. “Treading water gets exhausting after awhile.”

He chuckled half-heartedly. “Yea, it does.”

Reaching over, you rested  your hand on his shoulder. His skin was cold, damp, but he didn’t flinch beneath the pads of your equally cold fingers. “If you ever need a break…”

“I know.” He glanced over at you, a weak but sincere smile on his face. “Thank you.”

“I’ll always toss you a life-preserver if you need one,” you said with a soft laugh.

“Yea, but are you strong enough to pull me back to shore, is the question.” It was the biggest smile you’d gotten out of him since the start of the conversation.

You playfully shoved him so that he lost his grip on his board. “For your sake, you better hope I am.”

There were a few beats just filled with the sound of both of you laughing, along with the splashing of water around you. John B tried and failed to knock you off your board and into the water next to him. You started to paddle back towards shore, giving yourself a tiny head start while he scrambled back up onto his board. Once he did, though, he caught up to you quickly. Both of you reached the beach in almost no time at all.

The two of you were clumsily making your way back to your towels, detaching yourselves from your surfboards. You both collapsed, sort of drying yourselves off with your towels but mostly letting the ocean breeze take care of it.

Both of you eventually, reluctantly, reached to check your phones. You skimmed over the notifications, breezing through the missed texts in the group chat. Neither of you had ever been so happy to miss so many of them.

“Hey,” the joking lilt was gone from his voice again as he got your attention.

“Mm?” You raised your eyebrows as you looked over at him.

“Thank you. I, uh, it’s nice to not feel, you know, insane.”

You playfully nudged your shoulder against his. “Oh, John B, you’re definitely insane.” You smiled over at him. “Just not about this.” A few beats of silence passed between you before you said, “When trying to stay afloat gets too tiring, call me, alright? I’d rather drag you back to shore a million times over, than have you drown in all of this.”

He smiled, nodding. “Thanks.”

“I love you, you know.”

The smile on his face let you know that he didn’t feel the full weight of what you’d said, and you were going to have to be okay with that for now. “I know. I love you too.” He held his hand out. “Pogues for life.”

You set your hand in his, reveling in the warmth as he clasped it tight, “Pogues for life.”

#whumptober2022 #no.18 #treading water #outer banks #obx #john b routledge #fic #john b #john b x reader #john b x you #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge x you #outer banks netflix #outer banks fanfiction #obx fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[emmie-tt]

REQUESTS LIST

I updated my Request List, everything on here is the fandoms/people I will write for.

HARRY POTTER

Harry potter

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Ronald Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Tom Riddle

Older Severus Snape (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Severus Snape

Older Lucius Malfoy (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Lucius Malfoy

Older Narcissa Malfoy (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Narcissa Malfoy

Older Bellatrix Lestrange (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Bellatrix Lestrange

Older Remus Lupin (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Remus Lupin

Older Sirius Black (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Sirius Black

Regulus Black

Molly Weasley (PLATONIC ONLY)

Arthur Weasley (PLATONIC ONLY)

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Eleven (PLATONIC ONLY)

Max Mayfeild (PLATONIC ONLY)

Will Byers (PLATONIC ONLY)

Mike Wheeler (PLATONIC ONLY)

Dustin Henderson (PLATONIC ONLY)

Nancy Wheeler

Jim Hopper (PLATONIC ONLY)

Robin Buckley

Chrissy Cuningham

Lucas Sinclair (PLATONIC ONLY)

Johnathan Byers

Erica Sinclair (PLATONIC ONLY)

Joyce Byers (PLATONIC ONLY)

Karen Wheeler (PLATONIC ONLY)

TWILIGHT

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen (PLATONIC ONLY)

Bella Swan

Emmet Cullen

Jacob Black

Rosalie Hale

Esme Cullen (PLATONIC ONLY)

Charlie Swan (PLATONIC ONLY)

Renesmee Cullen (PLATONIC ONLY)

Leah Clearwater

Sam Uley

Seth Clearwater

AVATAR/AVATAR THE WAY OF WATER

Jake Sully

Neytiri Sully

Ts'utey

Neteyam Sully

Lo'ak Sully

Kiri Sully

Tuk Sully (PLATONIC ONLY)

Tonowari

Ronal

Tsireya

Ao'nung

Roxto

AVENGERS

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Steve Rogers / Captain America 

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Sam Wilson / Falcon

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow 

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

OUTER BANKS

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge 

Rafe Cameron 

Sarah Cameron 

Kiara Carrera

Ward Cameron

GREYS ANATOMY

Merideth Grey

Lexi Grey

Derek Shepherd 

Amelia Shepherd 

Mark Sloan

Addison Montgomery 

Callie Torrez

Arizona Robbins 

Alex Karev 

George O'malley

Isabella Stevans 

Jackson Avery

April Kepner

Owen Hunt 

Christina Yang  

SHAMELESS

Fiona Gallagher

Veronica Fisher

Kevin Ball

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher (PLATONIC ONLY)

Debbie Gallagher

Jimmy Lishman

Mickey Milkovich

Svetlana Yevgenivna

Mandy Milkovich

Karen Jackson

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Emily Prentiss

JJ (IDK HOW TO SPELL HER LAST NAME)

MISC. CHARACTERS

Austin!Elvis Presley (Elvis - the movie) 

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Anthony Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Olivia Pope (Scandal)

Fitzgerald Grant (Scandal) 

 MISC. CELEBS/PEOPLE

Elvis Presley 

Kylie Jenner

Kim Kardashian

Khloe Kardashian

Kourtney Kardashian

Kendall Jenner

Megan Fox

Chris Evans 

Sebastian Stan 

Sam Worthington 

RULES

I will write smut, fluff, angst

I wont write about R@pe, Abu$e, Ince$t or Raci$m

All my writing will be fem/GN!reader, I wont go into detail about skin color, body type or really any personal details unless asked to

I want to keep my stories fun so try and keep the requests non boring lol :))

If you have any questions please ask

SMUT RULES

No knife/gun play

No Non/Con

No Age Play

Certain Aspects of BDSM are allowed (i personally am a Sub sooo)

Dom reader is allowed but I prefer Sub

No Pet Play

If I think of anything else i'll add it!

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #twilight #twilight x reader #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar way of water #awow x reader #avengers #avengers x reader #outer banks #outer banks x reader #greys anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #x reader #jakesl-t #neytirisl-t