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it's one night, what could happen? (j.m.)

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: y/n thinks her and her boyfriend need one night of mindless fun after last summer. after all, it's just one night, what could happen?

warnings: dangerous situation, punching, an officer is mentioned, being grabbed suddenly.

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When the hunt for the Merchant first enticed the group, they thought it would be a fun little treasure hunt where they would find some gold bars. They thought they might gain fame for being the rag-tag team of misfit teens who managed to find an illusive treasure that managed to stump grown adults who dedicated their lives to this treasure. Y/N thought it would be a chance to have fun with her oldest friends, to rub it in the Kook’s faces that Pogues of all people found the treasure and gained their own money and fame. That was not what happened at all. At least, once Ward Cameron got involved with it.

They weren’t supposed to have been held at gunpoint as someone searched for the little gold nugget they had found. JJ wasn’t supposed to become reckless in his loss of control over the situation - but Y/N was there and he needed to protect her. Maybe, he was too reckless with stealing Barry’s money from his trailer, but he needed to feel like he had control over something. And perhaps he shouldn’t have forgotten about stealing the money and spending it on his restitution and an extravagant hot tub. But in his defence, he was a bit consumed by the loss of his best friend.

That’s why he let his guard down when Y/N (his girlfriend for a little over a year now) wanted him to take her to the school’s Halloween Movie night. Y/N could see how much JJ was struggling. Not knowing when Barry would come for his revenge and feeling utterly useless as the world kept spinning out of his control. “Come on, J,” Y/N pleaded, trying to pull him off his bike. She had lured him out by telling him she forgot something in her locker, but once he remembered what night it was, he refused to get off the bike. “What is the worst that could happen? You need a night of mindless fun where we sit cuddled under a blanket watching a movie on a giant screen!” She gestured to the giant screen hanging from the rusted Football uprights.

“Why would you want to go to a school function? They are boring.” JJ made his own point. Y/N nodded, giving him that, but she wanted her boyfriend back. He had been paranoid, compulsive, and drunk lately. And she knew he just needed that little push to get out of his funk.

“Please, J. If you do this for me I will do whatever you want this weekend. Even if that means drinking and smoking weed in the hammock freezing my ass off.” She pressed again, shaking his arm as he watched her, eyes softening. They had been doing nothing but going to the parties he wanted and doing what he wanted to do. He could see how unfair it was now that he looked back at it.

“But-“

“One night, JJ. We can have one night of fun. Since that whole treasure hunt, we haven’t just had a calm night. It’s just been paranoia and getting drunk. One night of cuddling and not paying attention to the movie can’t hurt.” She cut him off, tugging on his arm again. Sighing, he stopped resisting her, rising from the bike and pulling his leg over to stand in front of her.

“One tiny sign of danger, and we’re out.” JJ was serious, his blue eyes staring into hers as she started to bounce excitedly.

“But don’t be too paranoid. Just one night, what could happen?” She held her pinky out to him. It stayed extended, hooked slightly as she waited for him to hook his with it. Instead, his hands reached out, unclipping the helmet she still wore. Pulling it off her head, he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips.

She hummed, leaning into him, fingers fiddling with the hoodie strings before she let them slip around his back, slipping under his tan carhartt jacket - a present she had saved up for just because she thought he deserved it. And he did. He just doesn’t see how he deserves anything good - he barely was able to convince himself he deserved Y/N, but she wouldn’t let him say that. “Just one night.” He mumbled against her lips as they pulled apart, the helmet still in JJ’s hands.

Humming again, she loosened her arms and shifted to be tucked into his side, still clinging to his torso. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he opened the seat of his bike, putting the helmet in before closing it. “It’s gonna be fine, J. Just enjoy the night, we deserve it. You deserve it.” She poked his abs as he started to walk them towards the football field, his arm that was wrapped around her shoulders pushing her closer to him.

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The movie playing loudly on the big screen was long forgotten as JJ and Y/N laid there together. The blanket under them was plush, so soft that Y/N was almost ready to fall asleep. And the soothing feeling of JJ’s finger drawing circles absentmindedly on her hip was not helping. Her eyelids were heavy, but she wanted to keep looking at JJ. Nestled into his side, clinging to him, her head was resting on his shoulder as he watched the movie, his head propped up with his bag, creating a comfortable incline.

The colours of the protector near them lit him up, almost as if it was a spotlight and Y/N knew she wasn’t planning on taking her eyes off him anytime soon. Well, she hoped. But the slight discomfort in her lower stomach was begging for her to relieve it. Maybe she shouldn’t have finished off that second bottle of water and then had that can of soda (but it was free, was she going to turn down a free drink?).

Shifting, she poked JJ’s side just enough to get his attention. Humming, JJ’s eyes quickly flicked from the screen to her face, brows furrowed and blue eyes dancing with concern. “I have to go to the bathroom, come with me?” She asked, her eyes widening and her bottom lip jutting out. She knew he would go with her even if she didn’t ask, but she needed to keep her puppy face practised for when she wants something he would be more reluctant to do. Like going to another movie night.

“Of course, Sweets.” He nodded, starting to push himself up as she also started to stand. His hand found hers instantly, even before they were steady on their feet and before he snatched his bag from the ground. The last thing he wanted was someone digging through his bookbag and stealing shit - starting a fight. With Y/N, he actually needed to start thinking about his future for her.

“Are you having fun?” She asked, shivering. Without the warmth of JJ’s arm around her and herself being pressed against him, the cold air was seeping into her skin, making the dire need to use the bathroom worse.

JJ felt the violent shivers against his arm, making him let go of her hand to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her into him. Even with her long sleeved shirt and thick hoodie, the fall air was still getting her. He made a mental note to give her his jacket after she used the bathroom. “If I say yes, will you hold it over my head?” He jokingly asked, smiling down at her as they neared the school.

“I don’t know, will you admit I was right?” She hummed, making it seem like she was contemplating.

“Right about which part?” JJ questioned, opening the door labelled as unlocked so people can use the bathroom, letting go of her, but letting his hand fall to the small of her back as he guided her into the door. It remained there as they turned the corner to come out of the little intent that holds the doors.

“I’ll tell you once I get out of the bathroom, I think it’s gonna be a long list.” She rolled onto the balls of her feet as she pressed a kiss to his lips before running into the bathroom quickly. Sighing, JJ looked around the empty hall as he sauntered over to the wall across from the bathroom Y/N just went into. Shrugging his bag off, he sat it on the ground beside his feet as he leaned against the brick wall.

Pulling out his phone, he opened some snaps from the other Pogues, sending back a quick picture of his forehead and hair except adding the word ‘nerd’ to the one going to Pope since he had sent a picture of the pile of homework he was working on. ‘hows the movie night’ a text from Pope was sitting unread in his messages. ‘bored out of your mind yet’ another dark bubble asked under the first one.

Quickly moving his thumbs against the screen, he typed back a response. ‘shut up man’ He replied. ‘my girl wanted a movie night, shes getting a movie night.’ He added afterwards. The sound of the door opening made him pocket his phone and look up, seeing Y/N coming out as she dried her hands on the cheap ass paper towel the school supplies. “Ready to head back out?” He asked, pushing himself off of the wall, hands coming up to grab his jacket, ready to pull it off and drape it over Y/N’s shoulders.

But he was stopped by a new voice joining their group. “Not so fast, Maybank,” From the darkened indent leading to the doors, Barry stepped out to reveal himself. Y/N’s nervous gulp was audible in the silent hallway, the only other sounds being Barry’s slow steps towards the pair. JJ’s blood stilled in his body, his heart stopping as his body froze. “Before you run back to your little movie, you took something from me and I want to take something in return.”

As Barry stepped closer, the distance between them decreasing rapidly, JJ’s heart kick started again, making him jump into action. He stepped forward, stopping Barry’s advancement and making sure he gets to JJ first before he gets to Y/N. Squaring his shoulders, JJ pulled to his full height, raising an inch or two over Barry’s short statute - nearly reaching six feet. “What do you want, Barry? I don’t have your money.” JJ’s voice dropped threateningly.

“If you don’t have my shit, then I leave here with something of yours,” Barry shrugged. “Tit-for-tat and all that crap,” He waved his hand carelessly. JJ’s nostrils flared, a warning sign for Barry to not get any closer as he did just that. Eight feet stood between the pair and the threat now. “Luckily, I will give you a choice because I am feeling so giving tonight,” He continued, not heeding the warnings JJ was giving out. “Either you give me your nice little bag and that spiffy coat or you give me the girl.” Barry nodded at Y/N who was slightly hidden behind JJ’s broad shoulders.

Her mouth dropped open as those words left his mouth, her skin crawling in disgust as she felt bile swirl within her stomach, threatening to come up. JJ let out a protective noise. “Fuck off, Barry. Go sell overpriced drugs to the freshman outside like you came here to do.” JJ’s voice was dark and threatening, a warning alarm giving Barry a chance to leave.

“I would, but now I have another reason to be here,” Barry smirked, eyes shifting between JJ and Y/N. “You have about ten seconds to choose what I leave here with before I choose for you, Maybank.” He threatened.

“JJ-” Y/N’s voice shook as she went to grab his arm, searching for the sense of safety he brought her, but it all happened so fast. JJ taking his eyes off Barry to look down at her, giving Barry the window to strike. In a blink of an eye, Barry’s grimy hands wrapped around her wrist. With a sharp pull, she let out a pained yelp at the tug of her shoulder. But just as quick as that happened, JJ’s fist flew through the air, connecting with Barry’s face with a sickening sound. As Barry’s grip loosened on Y/N’s wrist, JJ shoved his shoulders sending him backwards onto his ass.

“Get behind me. Now.” JJ’s voice was stern as he ordered her back. With a shaking body, she slipped behind him, moving back as he walked backwards. Eyes staying on Barry, he tried to put as much distance between them and him as he could. His arms reached around, caging her behind him as her hands came up to grip the back of his jacket, still shaking as if she was standing in sub-zero temperatures.

Barry, with his hand cradling his face, stood up. His eyes were dark in anger and locked on JJ, but the blonde boy didn’t seem scared. Actually, Y/N knew he wasn’t scared. Maybe seconds before this he was, but now he was mad. Just as Barry stepped forward, the school’s police officer stepped around the corner. “Maybank! What the hell are you up to now?”

“Nothin’, Officer Davids,” JJ spoke the words with a slight undertone of warning, eyes staring Barry down, “Barry just startled us and got hurt in the process. We were just leaving.”

“Hopefully you plan on leaving school property, Barry. You’re no longer a student and are not allowed on the grounds during school events after your last incident.” Officer Davids spoke, hands gripping the straps of his vest, gesturing towards the doors leading to the outside. With one last warning look towards the couple, Barry followed the officer’s warnings.

JJ watched, tense, as Officer Davids walked Barry out the door. It wasn’t until the door slammed behind the two that JJ took his focus off the darkened area. Whirling around, he startled Y/N slightly only for her to calm down once his hands cupped her cheeks, inspecting her face frantically. “Are you okay,” JJ’s voice was a broken whisper, eyes fearful and threatening to fill with tears. Y/N blinked up into his tearful blue eyes, taking the second to steady her breathing and heartbeat. “Please tell me you’re okay.” He pleaded, resting his forehead against hers when she took a second too long to respond. It was only two seconds since he asked the question.

“I’m okay, J,” She reassured, hands slipping under his coat to grip the back of his hoodie. “Startled and shaken, but okay,” She whispered back, almost as if they spoke any louder, they would startle themselves. “Can we just go home? I’m not in the mood to watch the movie now.” She sniffed a little as she wiggled her face free of JJ’s loose grip, instantly nuzzling herself into his chest.

“Of course, Sweets. Let’s get you to my bike and I’ll go get our blanket-”

“No,” She whimpered, squeezing him against her tighter when he tried to pull them apart so they could move. “I don’t want to be alone.” She clarified, her voice muffled.

JJ’s hands rubbed along her back soothingly as she shook from fear. “Okay, but we need to get your blanket, it’s your favourite and you’ll be upset if we lose it, Sweets.” He spoke softly, knowing she was overwhelmed and everything that just happened was just now registering in her head.

She slowly pulled back from where she was clinging to him, allowing them both to move. Stepping back, her hands slid to his sides. “We can go get the blanket, but I’m going with you.” She informed him, her hands leaving him. Before her hand could nab his arm, he quickly shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, guiding her arms into it.

“You’re shaking like a leaf, Sweets,” He cleared her confusion up. “Let’s get the blanket and get you home so we can crawl into bed and watch whatever show you want,” He told her, holding his arm out for her to wrap her arms around, clinging to him again as he started walking them to the door. “Is it gonna be New Girl or Greys Anatomy?” He asked. “I don’t know, I’ve been on a Greys binge lately, but New Girl always makes me laugh-” Her tension and fear melted slightly as they stepped into the cold fall air. Their voices were low as they talked about which show they should watch tonight, but JJ’s mind was on high alert. They couldn’t even have one night.

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pappydaddy · 1 year

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beach date (j.m.)

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

requested by another lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: jj and y/n go on a winter beach date for valentines day

warnings: reader is scared for a second. happy tears.

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“JJ! This is private property,” Y/N hissed as she tried to dig her heels into the soft sand that was chilled by the winter. JJ, her boyfriend, ignored her as he easily continued to lead her down the dunes towards said private beach. “Shoupe’s been on our asses lately, if he even has an inkling that we’ve been here, he’s going to book our asses!” She protested. The last thing JJ needed was to catch another charge.

JJ shrugged nonchalantly, slowing down his pace now that they were hidden by the steep imbank of dunes. “Relax, Sweets. I planned for this. The rich people that own this place only technically own from that dock,” He pointed out to a long dock that was lined with fancy street lights. It looked more like a pier than a dock - especially any docks Y/N saw on The Cut. “Down that way. That sign we just passed was put there illegally since it is not in their boundary. Pope told me so.”

Y/N nodded, relaxing slightly. If Pope said it was okay, then it was okay. Pope was a stickler for the rules even after securing his scholarship and acceptance to a bunch of schools. “Okay, as long as Shoupe isn’t going to mysteriously come and arrest us.” She muttered, wrapping both her arms around his free arm - the other one straining as he carried a large basket, as she nuzzled her cheek into his jacket covered arm.

JJ pressed a kiss to her head as they strolled down towards the rolling waves. “I mean, I think Shoupe is just always looking for reasons to arrest me, but he won’t arrest us because this is public property,” He nodded his head towards the span of the beach they stood on. “And, nobody is going to try to report us because those rich snobs aren’t even on the Island.”

“You really thought this all out, huh?” She smiled up at him as he stopped walking. JJ chuckled, freeing his arm from her as he sat the basket down.

“Sweets, I had this planned out for months.” He informed her, opening the basket and pulling the blanket that was messily folded at the top out, spreading it out over the sand. The moon, high in the sky, made the ocean darkened by the night gleam. Her hand slipped into his outstretched one as he gently pulled her to walk onto the blanket.

Together, the settled down and JJ covered them with another warm blanket, protecting them from the chill winter brought to February. Y/N watched fondly as JJ started to dig through the basket again. Her eyes stayed watching him even as he started pulling out take-out containers from The Wreck. “I wanted to cook for you, but Kie kicked me out of our cooking lessons because I kept screwing up,” He admitted shamefully, but he tried to mask it with a goofy tone and smile. “But she got her dad to give us the stuff that was nearly expired at an insane discount.” He shook the take-out container he was currently holding before setting it with the rest.

“I was in the mood for The Wreck anyway.” She smiled softly, but JJ kept his attention on making sure he got all the food out. She knew JJ was ashamed of not being able to bring her a home cooked meal (especially when she always cooks everything she plans the picnics. She also knew he would feel worse if she commented about his cooking which she loved. He makes the best grilled cheese. Always experimenting with adding different things.

“And I got Champagne-“ He cheered, pulling a chilled bottle and two flukes out, eyes proud and chest puffed out.

“You didn’t,” She smiled, recognizing the bottle. It was from the Country Club. Even though JJ left his job there, he still knew that place like the back of his hand and often swiped some things when need be. “I’ve never had champagne, this is gonna be the best Valentines ever!”

“I take offence to that, I would say our first Valentines was the best valentines ever.” He winked. They have spent some amazing Valentine's Days together. This marked their third one together, and she couldn’t be happier.

She opened her mouth to speak, but a noise over by the dunes startled her, making her whip her head around to look over her shoulder. Her wide eyes were met by nothing but the night sky that was littered with a blanket of stars - twinkling happily. “Did you hear that? I think someone is up there.” She asked JJ, looking over at him, He was also looking in that direction, but his eyes were wide with what appeared to be a mix of fear and disappointment.

“Might have been the wind, you know-“ JJ paused, squinting as the wheels in his heard were turning - searching for an explanation. “It’s cold, weird noises come from the cold.” He shrugged, turning back to face the cold looking water.

Humming, Y/N flicked nervous eyes back to the dunes before she turned back around, scooting closer to JJ - both because she was cold and because she felt at unease and he always made her feel protected. Soon, as the conversation flowed and the food was opened, the little incident slipped from her mind. Even the unopened champagne wasn’t even a thought in her head once they seeped into each other’s presence.

It was as if everything about them fit together like a puzzle piece, perfectly made for each other. From the way their personalities clicked together to the way their bodies mould together so perfectly - even in the most basic way. She never believed that someone could be so perfect for her. She never once believed that love was possible, especially not with the boy she thought only saw her as a friend. But she was wrong. And, oh, how happy she was to be wrong.

“Look, in the sky, you can see something.” JJ suddenly veered off the topic they had been rambling on for the last ten minutes, both lazily leaning on each other as the empty containers laid haphazardly in the basket from their half assed attempt to clean up. Perking up, she looked to where he was pointing in the sky, off in the distance over her shoulder.

“What? I don’t see anything, J.” She shook her head, squinting into the sky. The candles he had pulled out when the moon fell behind the looming house made the sky look even brighter and easier to see, but all she was were the dancing stars.

“Here, stand up,” JJ pushed himself up, hand outstretched for her to pull herself up with. Curiosity was a trap and she always falls right into it, but with JJ she knew it wouldn’t hurt her. Pulling herself up, she rolled onto her tip toes, wobbling a little before falling back down to her heels, the sand used the blanket shifting and making her fall back into JJ’s hard chest. “Right up there.”

JJ’s hands fell onto her shoulders, angling her in the direction before leaving her. The heat she felt on her back from his closeness seemed to distance itself from her, meaning he was moving away but she was too wrapped up in trying to find whatever he saw to be concerned. Besides, she knew it wasn’t something bad - she was with JJ after all. “JJ, I really can’t see it, did you imagine it?” She questioned, whirling around on her heel, the blanket and sand twisting and moving from the movement. As soon as she fully registered the scene in front of her, she gasped - hand flying up to her mouth as tears filled her eyes.

A smirk played on his lips, but she could see the sparkle of nerves in his eyes. “I think I saw the reflection of this, actually.” He commented, his normal confidence shining through. There he kneeled, eyes shining up at her, outshining the diamond ring tucked in the velvet box he held.

An unnatural noise left her as tears rolled down her face, shaking hands leaving her face to reach out for his face. “Is this why you sent Sarah to kidnap me for a spa day?” She chuckled through the tears, a smile so large on her face that it hurt. JJ laughed at this, his own eyes tearing up.

“I’m not very good with my words, but I know that I love you even if I don’t know how to say it as fancy as they do in the movies. And I know that you have me. Body and soul and everything else. I also know that I want to spend every second with you and I want to call you my wife. I want you to be the thing that saves the Maybank name because even just you taking it will make it better,” He paused, probably for dramatic effect if Y/N had to guess. “So, will you marry me and legally be mine?”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” She breathed out, nodding frantically as she dropped to her knees in front of him. “Oh my god, yes!” She proclaimed again, making JJ let out a soft laugh before she yanked him towards her by his face that was nestled in her hands, pressing his lips to hers. Her salty tears of happiness hit their mouths but neither of them cared.

JJ always was able to do things with his eyes closed. Take off a bra one handed. Roll a blunt. Pick Y/N out of a crowd. Now, he can add putting a ring on his fiancée’s shaking finger while his is shaking just as bad while kissing her to that list. Suddenly, excited screams started the pair, making them pull away from each other, startled. Looking up at the dunes, Y/N was shocked to see their friends running down the dune, each from a different place, but all with their phones held up, recording.

“Nobody warned me? I would have worked on my crying face and worn something cuter!” Y/N yelled, her large smile and the way she climbed to JJ as they stood up together showed how much she wouldn’t trade this memory for anything.

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pappydaddy · 1 year

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📝 "when you're sick and you wake up to find your lover asleep by your feet, like they've stayed awake the whole night by your side to make sure you slept well " JJ being sick and reader takes care of him!!

double awwwww! i am gonna have so much fun writing all of these!!

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pappydaddy · 1 year

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🌵 = random. send me anything and i will answer/write it (no smut, things that are inappropriate or offensive will be deleted).

What does your username mean?

this is a good question lovely, and it is actually pretty funny. it basically means i lack the unique and creative ability to come up with a username myself.

pappydaddy comes from a random generator that gave me two words and i just kept going through until i found one that sounded okay together. that is how pappydaddy came to be!

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Aghajashbs I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to send the ask before completing it! What I was saying was that I'm really sorry you had to go through that.

ha ha! no problem lovely! i caught the gist of what you were saying (because i have sent things mid-type before too)!

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heyyy hope you are doing well!!

📝 Can I get a blurb/fic with JJ maybank based on Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift

Also congrats on 800 follower

thank you so much lovely!! i love sweet nothing, it's so underrated!

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📝 JJ and reader on their wedding day !!

i fucking love weddings and somehow, i don’t think i’ve ever written a wedding yet!!

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📝 "when they tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear while you talk" with JJ

i want to squeal into a pillow right now from this prompt, but i am on campus with no nearby pillows

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not me looking for prompts to request ?

“You’re an idiot.” “Well, at least I’m your idiot, right?”

“You’re the reason why I believe in love, you know?”

📝 WITH JJ

look for all the prompts you want lovely!! i love them!

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📝 Piggyback rides with JJ (obviously)

ahhhhh! i fucking love piggyback rides!

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OMG AM I BEING TOO MUCH?? I JUST CANT STOP MYSELF

📝 — “get behind me. now.”

— “are you okay? please tell me you’re okay.” WITH MY BABY JJ

YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO MUCH I WAS JUST IN AN HOUR AND A HALF CLASS SO I COULDNT ANSWER

you have such good prompts lovely! i can’t wait to start writing them lovely!

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📝 Beach dates with JJ

oh lordy, this is a good one!

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CONGRATS ON 800 FOLLOWER!!

📝 JJ and reader wear matching necklace or bracelet (I couldn't decide) and they are dating btw

ahhhh this is so cute oh my gosh!!

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heyy! congrats on 800 follower 👏 Can I get a 📝 with JJ Maybank based on this two prompt "always talking about their s/o in front of others"

cupping your face in their hands and them telling you, “you. you are the one i love.”

thank you so much lovely!! all of this support is so overwhelming in the best way possible.

due to unforeseen circumstances, i am not going to my evening classes so this is what i will be doing instead bc i love soft and gushy jj!

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you are my love (j.m.)

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

a/n: i made kiara, john b, and sarah really mean in this, but its mostly kiara and sarah (john b is a little jealous tho so he joins in). in no way is this anti-these characters, they are just more likely to act this way until told off!

synopsis: jj's friends don't like y/n. y/n knows that but desperately tries everything. jj doesn't quite notice, pushing his friends further from y/n. This leads to an explosion that might result in the end of jj and reader.

warnings: people being mean and shitty - basically bullying reader.

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One bonus to dating outside of your friend group: in case of a breakup, you don’t need to find new friends. One downside: what happens when your boyfriend’s friends don’t like you? That is what Y/N is worried about. Things with JJ had gotten serious, the L-word having slipped out at the sixth-month mark. Now, nearly a year into their relationship, it appeared that his friend group was reluctant to let her in and it was making her nervous.

It was a small, tight-knit group and JJ was basically the only thing connecting her to them aside from them all living on The Cut. Well, that isn’t necessarily true, Pope did tutor her in Chemistry in freshman year and still remains friendly. In fact, Pope was really the only one who was welcoming to her. And that stung. Especially since JJ told her that John B all but forced Sarah Cameron into the group. But now that JJ was introducing her into the mix, they all seemed unwilling. JJ took some notice, but he just thought they needed to warm up to her. They were like cats - it takes a while to get them to start accepting you.

But JJ didn’t see the eye rolls and the shared glances between Kiara, John B, and sometimes Sarah Cameron whenever she does anything, says anything, or JJ talks about her (which, he does that a lot, making her blush and want to curl into herself). She loved when he was talking about her because he looked like he was talking about his most favourite thing on the planet - no. His favourite thing in existence. She hated hearing about herself so much, but the look on his face was enough for her to suffer through it - especially when she could always clearly see the horrible faces of his friends.

Even now, she wasn’t even with them. Standing at a distance as she waited at the coffee cart for their orders with Pope, she watched them peering into a store window. The store alone looked fancier than any of their houses (aside from Sarah Cameron’s) and Y/N was sure one item from it cost more than their houses combined - including Sarah Cameron’s probably. “Look at this,” JJ pointed to something in the store window. “This painting reminds me of Y/N.”

“JJ, it’s a replica of The Girl with a Pearl Earring, I don’t think it can remind you of, Y/N.” Sarah Cameron snarked, sharing looks with Kiara and John B behind JJ’s back. Their noses curled up in a sneer and their eyes rolled so hard that Y/N feared that they would roll right back in their heads.

JJ looked back at them and they dropped their faces. “I know what it is, she’s the one who showed me the painting. It’s her favourite. She talked my ear off for hours on one of our first dates about it.” He blinked, pulling a face as he broke through the three of them, making his way back over to the coffee cart.

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The air was heavy with awkwardness that JJ seemed to not notice as Y/N sat beside him, tucked under his arm and reclining back against his chest. He leaned back against John B’s ratty old couch, smoke rolling from his lips as he exhaled. “Did Y/N tell you guys that her essay on the significance of Gatsby in the modern world was entered into a nation-wide contest to be put in some sort of magazine or something?” JJ spoke up suddenly when there was a lull in the conversation.

Y/N felt the uncomfortable heat rising in her cheeks, making her cover them with her hands - dropping her hold on JJ’s because of it. He always was finding a way to talk about her. “That’s so cool, what magazine?” Pope asked, his hand pausing in his popcorn bowl.

“It’s some sort of fancy one,” JJ tried to think of the name, taking another drag of his joint. Breathing out the smoke all the way, he waited until there was no more before looking down at Y/N. “What is it called? It’s big, talks about politics a lot-”

“The New Yorker,” She answered, mumbling as if it wasn’t something to be proud of that her essay met the qualifying conditions to be entered, let alone the fact that she is one of the finalists. “My teacher kinda twisted my arm into it and I didn’t have anything to lose so I let her submit it for me. It’s not a big deal.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s a huge deal, Babe!” JJ exclaimed, looking down at her as he leaned forward, cradling her gently as she moved with him, stubbing the blunt out and laying it carelessly on the coffee table. John B and Kiara’s eyes watched it, shocked that he put over half a blunt down.

“It really is. The New Yorker is huge and for a high school student’s essay to be even just considered by them is big enough.” Pope nodded, popping two pieces of popcorn in his mouth.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Kiara spoke up with a shrug. Her body language and movements made it seem like it was just a simple comment. A nonchalant input to keep the conversation going. But her tone was sharp and jagged. Like a broken piece of glass aimed for the heart. Pope looked at her oddly, JJ seeming to not notice her tone. “I mean, it is a contest looking at other high school student’s essays. It’s not like she’s up against university students or published authors here.”

Y/N blinked, eyes drifting down to her lap where her hands now lay, fingers twisting and tugging at each other as she tried to not let the words and tone hit her. “What are you talking about? She’s like the only student in the contest still that attends a public school. The rest are all preppy little shits that probably pay for people to write their essays.” JJ questioned her, voice high in question.

Kiara rolled her eyes. “I know someone who is still in the running. They go to a fancy private school in Connecticut and she averaged a D in English class,” Sarah chimed in from where she sat on John B’s lap, a red solo cup clutched in her hand. “I don’t think the competition is too stiff.”

“You know, they’re probably right. It’s just a stupid contest and I didn’t even want to enter it anyway,” Y/N spoke up, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch and lifting herself from her little nook. JJ’s arm tried to tighten and pull her back, but she stood too quickly, not meeting anyone’s eyes as she tried not to cry. She was excited and proud about the fact that she was a finalist. But now, she wasn’t so sure. Not after they shit all over it. “We can just talk about something else, I’m gonna go into the kitchen and get some water.”

Quickly, she bolted for the kitchen, weaving around the few people who wandered into the house from the party outside. She blinked furiously, trying to force back the tears. They already didn’t like her, she didn’t want them to think she was a cry baby too. John B’s house wasn’t big, and the noise from outside wasn’t too loud which meant she could hear JJ’s hushed words digging into three of his friends and Pope’s noises of support. “What the hell is wrong with you guys? She’s excited about this and you just shit all over her accomplishment when she’s been nothing but nice to you guys!”

“It’s not our fault she’s sensitive, we were just being honest. She doesn’t have to get so upset.” Kie spoke her normal tone, her voice reaching Y/N easily as she hid behind the fridge door, trying to make it look like she couldn’t find a bottle of water even though they were right in front of her.

“Yeah bro,” John B spoke up. “Maybe they shut the conversation down because we’re tired of hearing about Y/N-”

“What the hell,” JJ roared, standing up before looking over at the fridge, trying to see if Y/N heard it. “Tired? You know what I was tired of? Trying to convince Kie to accept Sarah and hearing you complain about it. You know what was tiring? Hearing you,” He pointed to John B. “Whine like a bitch when Sarah and you had that three week fight.”

“Those are not the same! You talk about Y/N all the fucking time,” Kie stood up, not caring that she was yelling now. “It’s always Y/N this and Y/N that! And let me fucking tell you, she’s not that special!” Ouch, that hurt. Y/N winced, tears welling in her eyes.

“She’s a little bit of a bitch, honestly-”

“What the fuck did you just say,” JJ interrupted Sarah’s comment, eyes flaring with anger. Just then, the fridge door slammed and Y/N took off towards the door. It was a flash of purple (the colour of the dress JJ saved up for and bought her for her birthday which was yesterday. Pope stood, rushing after her - sensing that JJ was about to tear a strip off of their friends. “Please, tell me how she is a bitch when she gave you her last five dollars left in her paycheque so that you could have an ice cream with us when you forgot your wallet,” He directed that at Kiara. “And what about how she gave you her surfboard to use when you forgot yours? She sat there on the beach with nothing to do for three hours while you used her board,” He pointed to John B. “And you, she literally gave you the shorts she was wearing when you sat in gum so that you could go buy a new pair. You never gave them back by the way and she had to buy new ones that trip,” He pointed to Sarah who had shrunk back into the couch she was sitting on. “That is the girl that I love and you guys have been nothing but horrible to her and if I lose her, this is all on you three and I will never speak to you again. Actually, I don’t even know if I will speak to you again after tonight!”

With that, he stormed off, crossing the room and slamming the door all within ten seconds. It took him a second to spot Y/N and Pope, but soon his burning blue eyes spotted them at the end of the dock, Y/N’s hunched frame shaking. Pope’s hand was on her shoulder, talking quietly to - reassuring her.

Once JJ saw her, it was like his feet were moving on their own - carrying him to her. Within a minute, he was standing in front of her, Pope heading back into the house to gather her stuff so JJ could take her home. Hands on her shoulders, he tried to dip down to look at her, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Y/N-” He repeated her name in whispers, trying to get her to look at him.

“No, JJ,” She sniffled and his heart broke hearing the hurt in her voice. “They don’t like me. I have tried to get them to like me. I have tried everything. I was talkative then I stayed silent. I was nice to them. I tried everything and now you’re gonna break up with me because they are your best friends and they have been with you through so much-” She cut herself off with a little sniffle. “And I can’t bring myself to look at you because I know you’re gonna break up with me and my heart can’t handle so much rejection then heartbreak.”

JJ’s hands slid along her jaw, cupping her cheeks. Gently, he lifted her face so she was looking at him. Bloodshot and water filled eyes of someone so kind and innocent blinked up at him. A teardrop rolled from the corner of her eye. Quickly, it was swiped away by his thumb. “Y/N, I’m not going to break up with you because those assholes in there can’t see how happy you make me.”

“But, JJ-”

“I don’t give a damn if they are my friends. I don’t care if one of them was a saint. If they don’t like you and are mean to you, the sweetest, kindest, and most likeable person I know, then they are the problem, okay,” He asked, his own eyes welling up with tears. “You, You are the one I love. You are the person who makes me the happiest person ever. You are my best friend. You are my love.” He nearly chanted, his forehead resting against hers.

“So, what does this mean for your friend group?” She whispered, guilt eating at her. Even after they spoke so horribly of her, she was still worried about their friendship with JJ.

“I have no idea, but I am sure that with you by my side, I’m going to be okay.” He whispered like a prayer, arms wrapping around her, pulling her into a hug. He knew that was what she needed. She didn’t need a kiss. She didn’t need the words he just spoke (though they helped a lot). She just needed him to hold her. Hold her for however long she needed. So that she knew he was there. She always said a hug is the best way to feel someone’s love for you. A hug given the right way is like a hug to the heart. And this hug proved her statement.

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when i'm eighty (j.m.)

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: y/n is exhausted and jj neglected the bike's gas tank. who knew it would lead to such a proclamation.

warnings: tears (exhausted) | karen situation mentioned | the lovely realities of a retail job

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Sure, Pogue life was fun and relatively carefree, and Y/N wouldn’t trade her life for anything, but it did have its downfalls. Like when you see something you really like and you pick up extra shifts and work your ass off for it, but a Kook just has to ask their parents for it and boom - they have one they barely use or care for. Or when you accidentally spend too much money grocery shopping so now you have to pinch your pennies until next pay in two weeks. Or, like for Y/N right now, you have to work all day, every day because your crappy minimum wage job is severely understaffed and, even though they treat you horribly, you offer to pick up more shifts.

Y/N, right now, wasn’t too pleased with her status as a Pogue. Not when she is standing here, bored out of her mind and swaying on her feet as the middle aged Kook rambled on and on about something. Y/N wasn’t too sure what she was complaining about, truthfully, she stopped listening after the woman called her an incompetent child - which was the very first thing that came out of her pink smeared lips.

All she could actually focus on was how heavy her eyelids were, or how much she wanted to cut her feet off or just rip them right from her body. Or the dull ache that nestled itself right in the dip of her spine. Or how much she wishes she could just smash her kneecaps because, at this point, they were so tired and sore they were basically numb. It had been five days straight of her leaving school the second it was over and having her boyfriend, JJ, drive her to her work (a small hardware store), and then working to close.

She was exhausted, but she was falling behind on her road to buying a reliable car. Not the heap of rusted metal that has been sitting in her driveway for the past few months - completely broken. Luckily, because the owners did not want the possibility of being sued, they refused to let her work this weekend. That meant, once this woman was done with her tantrum, Y/N could get out of there and sleep for the foreseeable future. Well, at least until JJ had to get up for his shift delivering groceries tomorrow afternoon. She just hoped today wasn’t the one day JJ was late to pick her up.

“Mark my words, because you all know nothing, I will never come back here,” The lady slammed her hand against the counter Y/N stood at, the newly hired cashier shaking slightly behind her. “And I will be in contact with your manager and owner for reimbursement for any bills that come from this.” She sneered, gesturing to the empty bottle of antifreeze that was specifically made for diesel engines. That she put in her Land Rover.

“You have a nice night, the owner and manager will both be in after nine tomorrow morning.” Y/N drawled like a robot, ignoring the huff and snarky comment the woman made towards her for her lack of respect. There was no way in hell Y/N was apologising to her when Y/N and the manager were the ones who told the woman and her husband not to get that antifreeze, but her husband just wouldn’t listen.

“And I am telling them about your horrible behaviour towards me-”

“Ma’am,” Their night manager appeared from one of the aisles, looking annoyed. The clock had ticked by to read five minutes after close, meaning this woman was standing there ranting for over ten minutes. “We closed five minutes ago, if you have an issue, you can call and discuss this with our head manager and the owner tomorrow, but now you need to leave unless you want to front the money to pay us the overtime you are causing us because we won’t get paid.” He told her, pointing her towards the exit.

She scoffed. “Of course I won’t pay you people to be incompetent at your jobs. I mean, how hard is it to sell people items? If anything, I should be getting money for you people for the damages you caused to my expensive Land Rover-”

“Again, ma’am, you will have to bring that up with the people with more power than me,” The manager looked completely exhausted and annoyed with this woman. He grabbed the empty bottle from where she left it. “Now, you can either leave on your own or I will be contacting the authorities and they will remove you from the premises and you will be banned.”

He held out the empty bottle just before she snatched it, her nose turned up as she scoffed, turning on her heel and leaving out the door. “Okay, you two go, I will lock everything up.” He waved them off. Smiling thankfully, Y/N grabbed her thin sweater (which was JJ’s) and her empty plastic bottle of water, tossing it in the recycling bin.

“Thank you, Gerry. Have fun tomorrow.” She waved bye to him as the new cashier trailed quietly behind her. Pulling the hoodie over her head, she left through the same door the woman had, seeing her fancy silver audi sitting in the parking lot. From inside, she could see her phone pressed to her ear as she yelled.

“Hey, sweets,” JJ greeted her, pushing off from the wall he leaned on. Y/N smiled, saying a quick ‘see you’ to the quiet girl as she bounded over towards her mother’s car. Her feet not moving, she held her arms open for JJ, signalling she wanted a hug. JJ complied, striding the short distance to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Naturally, her arms rested on his shoulders, enjoying the relief and comfort his hug brought her. It was like every ache in her body left and the weight that was crushing her lifted. “Long night?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She hummed. “Long week.” She corrected him, snuggling into his chest. He laughed lightly, not wanting to jostle her as she clung to him.

“As much as I would love to stay here hugging, we should really get you some food then to bed.” JJ started to pull away. Whining, she released him, the growling and uncomfortable feeling in her stomach too persistent to ignore, but her face remained planted into his chest.

“Carry me to the bike?” Her voice was muffled as she spoke.

“Sorry, sweets, the bike needs gas and I don’t get paid until next week.” He informed her, hands on her shoulders and pulling her face from his chest, just enough for him to see her face. Instantly, he was met by a pout and a whine from her.

She blinked at him, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “But I’m too tired to walk, JJ.” She told him. And looking at her, he could see she was. The eye Bags under her eyes were so deep that the concealer couldn’t even hide them. Her shoulder drooped so much it looked like she was lugging a bookbag that weighed fifty tons on them. And, not to mention, the way her eyes blinked lazily, looking a second away from closing in slumber.

Aside from her appearance, he could tell over the past few days she was completely exhausted. The way she kept falling asleep on his shoulder at lunch or as they skipped their respective classes in favour of cuddles. She only skipped classes when she wasn’t sleeping properly or she was bored. The way she was extra clingy (like right now). Or how she nearly face-planted into her breakfast this morning. “I know, Sweets. But the bike didn’t even have enough gas to drive here.”

Sighing, tears welled in her eyes. A mixture of exhaustion and stress filled her, creating tears. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you to waste all that gas driving me here and back home.” She weeped, sniffling as she blinked frantically.

JJ, nearly shitting himself at the sight of tears, jumped out of his skin in fright. “No, no, Sweets. Don’t cry,” He shushed, wrapping her up in his arms so tight her eyes could pop out of their sockets (not really because he would never hurt her). She sniffled into his sweater, tears hitting his sweater. “I didn’t waste gas driving you. I can never waste anything when it comes to you. I let the tank get that low, it’s my fault. I thought I had enough but John B hit a pothole the other day and I needed to go help him change the tire, that’s where the gas went. It’s all John B's fault for being on the mainland and driving like an idiot.” He rocked them from side to side until the tears slowed and the sniffles seemed to quiet down.

“John B made you drive all the way to the mainland to help him change the tire?” She asked, pulling her face from his chest, but his arms didn’t let go over her, keeping her pressed to him. Her eyes were watery and puffy, a red tinge to the whites of her eyes. Her face was puffy and blotchy, trails of dried tears running down her cheeks.

JJ nodded, moving his arms to grip her face, thumbs lightly rubbing the tear streaks. “Yeah. And the idiot also decided to take everything except the jack out of the van so we had to go get a lug nut wrench which ate up more gas.”

“He never learns his lesson, does he?” She laughed. It was wet, her mouth thick from the tears still.

“No, he doesn’t,” He whispered, his voice low as he stared at her. “Now, let’s get you home before you fall asleep standing here,” He stepped back, putting distance between them. She watched with furrowed brows as he turned his back to her, crouching down, practically kneeling on the sidewalk in front of the store. “Hop up.” He told her, arms to his side, stuck towards her slightly, waiting for her to climb onto his back.

“JJ,” She exclaimed. “You’re not going to be able to carry me all the way to John B’s!”

“Yeah I can. I’m eighteen, not eighty,” He told her, pointing to his back. Sighing, she knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. On top of that, he would find another way to carry her. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she hopped onto his back. His hands instantly gripped the bottom of her thighs, securing her there and he stood up to his full height. She let out a small squeal at the sudden change in height, kicking her feet slightly at the feeling of them not being on the ground. It always took her a second to get used to being held on his back. “And even when I’m eighty, I am sure as hell gonna still give you piggy back rides.”

“Sure, we’ll revisit that when you are hunched over because you gave me so many piggy back rides now.” She laughed, her arms lazily moving to rest closer to his neck, her chin resting on her bicep as he started to walk towards John B’s.

“Why do you think I am in such great shape? I am training to carry you around my whole life.”

“If that’s the case, might want to lay off the weed and the booze.” She poked him in the pectoral teasingly. He squeezed her thigh playfully back, laughing as she pressed a kiss to his cheek the best she could before resting her head back on her arm, letting the pattern of JJ’s gate relax her, her eyes growing heavier by the second. She really did hope that when they were eighty, they didn’t lose any of their playfulness - no matter if JJ could carry her or not.

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