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Just Friends
summary: jj and the reader have been friends forever, but recently they’ve drifted apart. when y/n tries to reconnect, she finds out what jj’s been avoiding.
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the sun burned overhead as y/n walked out of Mike’s Market, the place of her summer job. her skin felt sticky and she was dying to trade her work uniform for a bikini and cutoff shorts.
“bye, Mike!” she called to the grey haired man as she walked towards the street. Mike’s was just a few miles from Figure Eight, smack dab in the middle of the Kooks and the Pogues. with rare treats like mexican style icecream and chocolate imported from Belgium, the Market saw customers from all sides of the island.
y/n grew up on the cut, sort of a misfit as she didn’t like to surf and parties weren’t her favorite. but on the first day of seventh grade, she found a band of misfits like herself: john b, kiara, pope, and jj. the pogues were goofy, mischievous, and welcoming. with them, y/n could chill on the beach all day and go raise hell all night. it was the best of both worlds.
as she walked out of the Market, she thought about what her and the pogues would do with the rest of the day. the options were endless, really, with the marsh full of summertime fish and parties planned for the next few weeks. summer was the best time to be a pogue, the best time to be on the island, in fact. no school, no rules, just fun.
her walk to the chateau, john b’s house, was sweltering. by the time she got to the porch, her brow was beaded with sweat and her cheeks were flushed a cherry red. she opened the screen door, and though she wasn’t welcomed by an air conditioned room (nobody on the Cut had AC), she was thankful to be out of the beating sun.
kicking her shoes off, y/n looked up to see jj’s blonde hair peeking over the arm of the couch. the boy was sprawled out, arms dangling, gaze focused at the ceiling fan.
“you know, staring at it won’t make it go faster, jj” y/n teased.
“ughhh why’s it gotta be so damn hot” jj groaned, not moving from his position.
“i dont know, maybe its because its august?” y/n ventured, hearing a mumbled “smartass” from jj. “hey, maybe after i get changed, we could go down to the dock, take a swim?” y’n asked.
again, jj didn’t move, dully replying, “yeah, maybe.”
sighing, y/n walked to the guest room to change. her and jj had always been best friends, inseparable since the day they met. though y/n seemed quiet and square, she had a wild side, and jj nurtured that. they were always getting into trouble together, often resulting in both of them running from the cops then laughing until they couldn’t breathe. life was... exhilarating when y/n was with jj, and she loved that she had jj as her ride or die.
lately, however, jj seemed distant. at all the parties they went to, he’d disappear within an hour with some random girl, which wasn’t unusual, but he never bragged about it the next day like he usually did. with a kegger at the boneyard tonight, y/n was sure the routine wouldn’t change. still, she was worried about him, about his decisions to skip out on fishing, about his need to lay on the couch all day. something was up, and y/n wanted to get jj out of the funk he was in.
finally free of her full length khakis and tweed shirt (”khakis are classy” Mike insisted) y/n joined jj in the living room.
“ready?” she asked the blonde, who now had his eyes closed.
“nah, i’m not really feeling up for a swim today,” jj countered.
y/n paused as jj rolled over, not meeting her gaze.
“jj, come on, it’s hot in here, the water’s cool, just get off the stupid couch and swim with me,” y/n reasoned, walking towards jj, “if i have to drag you off this couch, i will.”
a low groan came from jj as he rolled over, meeting her gaze for the first time that afternoon.
“look, i said i’m not feeling it. just go without me, ok?” his eyes held an unreadable emotion, and y/n didn’t miss it.
“i’m not going swimming by myself, jj,” y/n crossed her arms, ready to live up to her mom’s claims that she was as stubborn as a mule.
jj rolled his eyes, “well then i guess you’re not going at all.”
“jj--”
“not happening. i’m not your chaperone, ok, newsflash--it’s ok to do stuff without me” jj spit, returning his gaze to the ceiling.
“what the hell does that mean jj?” y/n could feel anger and hurt rising like bile in her stomach.
“it means--” jj sputtered, “it means what i said it means! now just go swim, or go somewhere, i don’t really care as long as its not here.” glancing over as y/n, seeing the hurt in her eyes, jj half-heartedly added, “i want to sleep before everyone else comes.”
tears stung the corners of her eyes as y/n growled, “you know what, fine. i don’t want to hang out an asshole anyways. so just go to sleep, stay on the couch, rest up for the next rando you’ll be hooking up with tonight, i’m sure you need the energy. oh, and newsflash for you: you can’t just bury your problems by being a dick and fucking every girl on this island.”
y/n spun around, storming out of the room, fighting back her tears.
“i’m not burying my problems, dammit!” jj shouted, sitting up on the couch.
y/n whirled around again, “then what are you doing, huh? proving your masculinity, earning a reputation?”
“god, y/n, cut the bitchiness! i can hook up with who i want, when i want.”
“and you sure do,” y/n replied, voice shaking. a tear slipped down y/n’s cheek and she wiped it away furiously. “i hope you have fun tonight.”
“yeah, well, i won’t.” jj’s voice was a bit softer, but still sharp. y/n just looked at him, shaking her head. “i won’t, because every girl i take, everything i do, i just wish--”
“wish what, jj?’ y/n hadn’t wanted to continue the conversation, but something in jj’s voice begged her to stay.
“I wish it was with you.” he admitted, hanging his head.
y/n could feel her stomach drop at his confession. he sank back down onto the couch, and y/n stepped back into the living room, still processing what he just said.
“hold on, are you saying you want to have sex with me, maybank?” she looked him dead in the eyes, which sparked at her reply.
“no--no, that’s not what i meant, y/n. well, i mean, i’m not saying no, but no” he babbled.
“then what did you mean?” y/n sat on the floor, looking at the blonde boy before her. his golden hair flopping into his eyes, which sparkled a gorgeous crystal blue in the sunlight. his jaw muscles tensed and his brow furrowed as he thought about his reply.
“i meant, i want more, with you. i want to be with you and do everything with you and i want you to mine,” he sighed, “but that’s so fucked up because we’re just friends, and you clearly don’t want --”
“kiss me, jj,” y/n interrupted jj before he could get too in his head.
“what?” he looked at her, shocked.
“you heard me,” she whispered, leaning closer. she could see his eyes spark at her request, and he began closing the distance between them.
his lips met hers delicately, hesitantly. y/n moved her hands to jj’s golden locks, pulling him closer. his hands cupped her face and he deepened the kiss, sighing into her touch. she tugged at his hair, allowing him to slip his tongue in her mouth. his arms trailed up and down her arms, his hands soft and strong. his kiss was needy, passionate, yet gentle.
she pulled away, both breathing hard. resting her forehead against his, she smiled, “now i don’t know about you, but “just friends” don’t kiss each other like that.”
jj placed a soft kiss against her forehead, eyes bright, hands still holding onto y/n waist.
“c’mon, let’s go for that swim,” he smirked, pulling her towards him.
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a short imagine with sweet jj
the mid august sun was high in the sky, heating the air with intense humidity. the blue sky was bright and cloudless, as clear as the eyes of the boy that was before you. jj was finishing up working on the van, something about a radiator and liquid… anything to do with cars was over your head. you were laying in a hammock in patches of shade, trying to cool yourself off from the midday heat. beads of sweat decorated jj’s forehead as his face scrunched up in concentration. he was wearing his signature cargo shorts, worn muscle tank, and work boots. his arms flexed as he worked and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the view.
a few times, jj caught you looking at him and smirked, keeping the comments to himself for once. you’d been officially dating for a few months now, though you’d been acting like a couple for years. you and jj clicked just like puzzle pieces. you were his rock, always there to love him and support him, and he was your protector and encourager. nothing could drive you two apart, not even jj’s often reckless actions or your dysfunctional family.
jj wiped the sweat off his face, leaning against the side of the van. you sat up in the hammock, asking “is she all patched up?”
he smirked “good as new… i hope” he’d done the best he could without new tools or parts (those were expensive and difficult to steal), but with his experience, you were sure the van really was as good as new.
“that’s my boy, mr. mechanic,” you joked, offering him a smile. he rolled his baby blue eyes at you before making his way to the hammocks.
you watched as he approached, his cutoff tee hanging loosely from his muscular torso. hair blowing with the slight breeze. his eyes glittering in the sun.
“enjoy the show?” he asked, smirking.
this time you rolled your eyes, not wanting to admit how much you loved watching that boy work. he stopped in front of you, running a hand through his unruly hair. he stretched his arms out and before you could pull away, he brought you into a sticky, sweaty hug.
“jj!” you shrieked, “you’re disgusting!” trying to peel yourself off of him, you felt him shake with laughter.
“what? from the way you were staring at me, i could’ve sworn you’d want to be all over me” he mocked. you playfully judged him in the shoulder, both of you laughing gleefully.
you sat up in the hammock, scooting over to make room for him. he sat down, making sure his sweaty body wasn’t too close to yours. you ran your hand through his blonde bangs, brushing the stray strands away from his eyes. he layed back in the hammock, exhausted from the heat. taking a deep breath, he drew the juul from his pocket, taking a hit and blowing the smoke out in a puff. he closed his eyes and you began tracing your fingers up and down his arms. you moved his hair out of his face once more before placing a kiss on his cheekbone. his skin was hot and tasted salty, but you didn’t mind. he brought his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
he drawled, “c’mere babes,” with his eyes still closed. you settled in beside him, not minding the heat that came from being close to him. you smiled, tucking your head under his chin, breathing in his scent of fresh cut grass, mint, and the ocean.
he placed a kiss on top of your head, tightening his grip around your waist. you felt at home, so comfortable despite the humidity and the sweat dripping down your skin. no matter where you were, no matter how hot or uncomfortable, the best place to be was always in jjs arms.
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SO CUTE 🥺 please make this a series!!! it’s so freakin good 🤩
I'll Be Just Fine
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader
Summary: JJ learns out the hard way how much it sucks to see your crush and best friend with someone else.
Word Count: 892
Part 1: https://tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar.tumblr.com/post/621340460282167296/im-in-the-corner
Note: With so many of people requesting Part 2, here it is! It's based on the song called Ghost Of You by 5sos. I had to re-write this since it didn't save the first time and I rushed to write what I could remember so if you think it's a hot mess or have any of feedback, tell me! I hope you love it!
Side note: I change the lyrics once and kinda don't follow the angst feeling the song has towards the end.
*gif is made by @goeatsomelife *
Here I am waking up
Still can't sleep on your side
JJ lets out a frustrating sigh when he wakes up on the pull out couch and you're not laying next to him.
Again.
Ever since the guy - who JJ doesn't care to learn what is his name- asked you to dance at the boneyard party last week, he has noticed that you're sleeping over as much, haven't been joining to bother Kiara during one of her shift at The Wreck.
What bothers him the most is how you're talking to me as much. If you do, it doesn't feel like the same.
JJ has never hated change so much.
There's your coffee cup
The lipstick stain fades with time
He gets out of his trace of looking at the side end table, where you're favorite mug is when Pope shoves his legs to sit down at the edge. "Hello sleepy beauty."
Kiara walks through the front door and ruffles his hair and asks, "Are you inviting... can't remember her name but you know who, the girl from the party to hangout with us?"
Pope rolls his eyes for knowing that Kiara knows her name.
"Is Y/N coming?"
From the kitchen, Sarah and John B share a knowing look. "I don't think so, man."
"She had plans to go on a date-"
JJ turns over to shove his face in a pillow. "I'm gonna go back to sleep."
If I can dream long enough
You'd tell me I'd be just fine
I'll be just fine
JJ mutters, "leave me alone" when he wakes up from hearing the front door opening and closing. "Jesus Christ, JJ! I didn't see you there!"
He jumps up wide awake and tries to untangle himself from the blanket that you two always shares while laying on the hammocks, during movie nights and when the beach towels aren't big enough to sit on in the sand.
He watches you try to look at everything but him as he stands up, bare chested. That's new, he thinks and can't help to pull on his hair for making a mental note to what's different between... whatever you two are? You normally blush whenever he catches you looking and he teases you for it.
"Can you hand me a shirt from my bag?"
You nod but don't move. "Why are you sleeping and not on HMS like everyone else?"
"I'm sleepy beauty, what's your excuse?"
He regrets asking that as soon as he asks. He doesn't want to know how your date was. He doesn't try to think what you two would do for a first date.
His shoulders drop when you look at him dumbfounded and you cross your arms across your chest. "Are we playing twenty-one questions now?"
"I don't know, are we?" He walks out to get some fresh air.
The 'we' makes him think about how everyone thinks you two are best friends who are already an old married couple.
He isn't surprised when you follow him. "Are you okay, JJ?"
You've never asked him that. Instead you normally wait until he tells you what's wrong because he always does.
He trusts you like no one else.
"I'm fine." Both of you know he's lying.
So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
When you leave to join the others, he stays behind to roll up a blunt. He grabs his gun to practice shooting a stuffed teddy bear and swears he sees you kissing the guy. It's the first time he doesn't miss a shot. He knows you wouldn't be proud of him. You hate the gun and always tell him to find a better outlet.
And no one could feel your hurt
He runs back to his house to grab the sketchbook you gave to him as a 'just because' gift. He looks at all of the drawings he has hanged up in his bedroom and can't help to smile through his tears as he remembers that you also bought him double sided tape since you told him it would hopefully not ruin them as much.
He has never drawed you whenever you asked. He doesn't want to fuck it up. But maybe it will help him figure out how exactly he sees you, his best friend who he loves so much.
More than he probably should, and it hurts him to think that instead of just feeling it.
We're too young, too dumb
To know things like love
But I know better now
As soon as he texts you a picture of it, he wants to throw his phone in the open water but he stops pacing back and forth when he reads your response:
"What the fuck JJ! I LOVE IT! Wanna meet at The Wreck so you can give it to me so I can frame it? After you sign it, of course."
He agrees and feels like an idiot for smiling the entire bike ride there.
Too young, too dumb
To know things like love
Too young, too dumb.
Sharing fries and a milkshake, his smile becomes even bigger when you bring up the guy's name and say that you're not dating him.
When you ask JJ why he is smiling so much, he just smiles some more and shrugs his shoulders, feeling fine.
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Tagging the lovely people who commented that they wanted this to be a thing (I hope you don't regret it): @harrysbbby @danicarosaline @ktwiobx @outrebanx @mrsmaybankhere @rretrophilee @mahleeyuh @latenitewolves @afterglowsb-tch13 @socialwriter @sexualparkour @ssjiara @void-maybank @lonely-kermit @pixelated-pogues @summerintheobx @obxlife @beth-winchester21 @normatural @awkwardmoonflowers @drewstarkeyobx @wildflower-obx @milaonthemoon @thatsme-johnbookerroutledge
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blurb: jj dancing with you in a store
we were at the store getting something to eat for dinner and he started dancing in the middle of the aisle.
“jj! what are you doing?” i laugh
he looks at me and winks, continuing his crazy dance moves “i’m dancing, i’m excited for these pizza pockets”
i roll my eyes at him and swat his arm as he brings it up over his head, really vibing.
“cmon, dance with me” he says and takes my hand. his hands are strong and gentle and comforting. he lifts his arm up and spins me. i can’t help it even though people are shooting looks at us. i laugh out loud and start dancing with him too. his face lights up at my terrible moves and he brings me in for a hug. i feel his smile against my shoulder. he’s beaming. when he pulls away, his eyes twinkle and his smile glows. he looks deep in my eyes.
“what?” i ask, cracking a shy smile.
he just looks at me, glowing, shaking his head with a soft chuckle.
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just a thought: does anyone else like jj because he represents what they want so bad? his loyalty, his ride or die attitude, his passion? like yes, he is very attractive, but there’s more to it. he’s the boy i want by my side in life. he’s the boy i want to hold me as i cry and drive me home from parties and do nothing with all day. he’s the one i want to make me laugh and tell all my secrets and live life like there’s no tomorrow. he’s everything i want in friends, in a partner, in life... all rolled into a single gorgeous boy. and he’s the only thing in my life right now that gives me the hope that that can exist. that i can find someone like that.
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i just want to drive around,
with the windows down,
and the music up,
surrounded by love,
and casting all my cares
into the midnight air.
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after a long day fishing on the Pogue (jj and john b’s request) the sun had set, lighting the sky with brilliant tones of orange and pink. the clouds drifted across the sky lazily and a breeze ruffled my hair. i shivered with the wind, only wearing a bikini top and shorts. john b was driving us back to the dock and sarah was trying to convince him to stay the night at her place. pope had to work early in the morning and was heading out. kie had to help her dad close at the Wreck.
i looked over to the blonde boy across from me, his hair messy from drying in the sun. his baby blue eyes were on me, a smirk playing on his lips. i shivered again and he raised his eyebrows at me, shooting me a questioning look. before i could shake my head and say i as fine, he pulled his worn t shirt over his head and came towards me. he held it out, pulling it over my head and gently putting my arms through.
“i can dress myself, you know” i laughed.
“yeah yeah” jj replied, his eyes gleaming with adoration. he took a seat next to me, now shirtless. his taut chest and abdomen glistened with the orange hue of the sky and i looked away quickly, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. he still saw me and nudged my shoulder, smiling.
i adjusted his shirt over my frame, enjoying its scent of sea salt, cologne, and fresh cut grass. the scent of jj.
we docked the boat and stepped onto the pier, everyone going their separate ways. i was too tired to walk home, and john b said i could chill at his place. i made my way over to the hammocks, plopping into one. it watched the sun set over the water, the waves reflecting the watercolor-like strokes in the sky.
jj came over, a new shirt covering his torso. i smiled up at him, yawning.
“want me to read you a bedtime story” he asked sarcastically, giving me a pouty face.
i gently punched his shoulder,
“first you want to dress me and now this? am i your kid or something?” he laughed and muttered something under his breath.
“may i?” he asked, motioning to the hammock. i nodded, scooting over so he could lay next to me. i turned my gaze back to the water and rested my head on jj’s shoulder. he nuzzled into my touch, his tussled blonde hair tickling my forehead. he took my hand, resting it on his leg, drawing little circles on my palm. i watched, feeling his rough hand in mine, watching his arms flex as he moved his fingers in circles. i smiled and he felt my grin against his shoulder. he pressed a kiss to the top of my head, so gentle. i nuzzled closer to him, inhaling his scent. turning to face him, i kissed his cheek, feeling him squeeze my hand in response. i turned my attention back to the view.
“it’s beautiful.” i said.
he paused for a moment, using his finger to tilt my chin towards him.
“it’s nothing compared to you” his voice was soft and low, the look in his eyes one of compassion and love.
i settled back into my place on his shoulder, leaning back more. he layed down so i could rest my head on his chest as he played with my hair. i could see his baby blue eyes twinkling as he ran his fingers through my hair, up and down my bare arms. i melted into his touch, feeling at home.
listening to his heartbeat, i closed my eyes. he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.i fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his breathing, feeling him place one more kiss on my head as i drifted off, whispering
“my beautiful girl.”
i want to read something soft, and fluffy
someone provide content please, im sad 🥺
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ok hear me out ... Outer Banks: The Movie
#obxstuff#obx#outer banks#outer banks imagine#jj fanfiction#jj outer banks#jj maybank x reader#good ideas#maybe so#please
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HEADCANON: dating jj maybank would include:
lots of hugs from behind (in the morning, when standing around, at parties, when you’re sad)
holding hands all. the. time. and loving it
his hand fits perfectly in yours
he traces little circles with his thumb
playing with his hair
him playing with your hair
wanting to learn to braid it or tie it up
then wanting to have his hair braided
listening to his music in your car
having little dance parties
even though you can’t dance
he never makes fun of your moves (ok maybe jokingly)
but he’s actually really smooth
him picking you up and spinning you
always staring at you and calling you beautiful
you comforting him and being able to read him
“talk to me, jj”
wiping his tears away
“what would i do without you?”
his jokes are the best
always making little comments and one liners, often sexual but you love it
him sleeping with his head on your stomach as you play with his hair
him giving you a kiss on the forehead every night
and a good morning kiss on the cheek
“mornin princess” in his sleepy voice
late night talks and sharing beer and bongs
him holding you from behind when you sit
making him food and him loving it
his puppy eyes all the time
riding on the back of his bike
he likes to show off
but always keeps you safe when you ride
your arms are usually wrapped around his torso but you also love to let go and throw your hands up and feel the wind in your face
feeling butterflies every time you look into his eyes
and his contagious smile is tattooed in your mind
he loves to be goofy and make you laugh
he brags about you to all the pogues and at parties, always keeping you close and holding on to you to show you’re his
him taking care of you when you have a hangover, breakfast in bed, movie days and cuddles
going on all kinds of adventures for dates and he always finds little things like shells or flowers to give to you
he loves to be the big spoon and the little spoon
stopping to pet every dog when you two are out together
he smells like fresh grass, the ocean, with a hint of beer and cologne and it’s intoxicating
falling asleep in his arms with a sleepy smile on your face
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if anyone has any requests or ideas for an obx/ jj imagine/ head canon/ anything please send them to me!! i want to write 🥺 thank you!!
also not my gif, cred to owner!
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i’m just lulling into a light sleep when i feel jj shift above me. he’s sleeping on the couch, on his stomach, his arm dangling over the edge and resting on my shoulder. i’m sitting on the floor leaning up against the couch, not wanting to be too far from him after the events earlier tonight.
he’d come to me bleeding and bruised, tears silently trickling down his face. it broke me, but i managed to stay composed. i brought him to bathroom and patched him the best i could with my dollar-store first aid kit. he was silent all the while, only whispering a soft thank you when i was done.
whenever things get rocky with his dad, jj crashes at my place. we’ve been friends forever, and we connect on a deeper level— a level where i can read his incredibly unreadable face, play the exact song he’s thinking of, and hold him together before he unravels.
tonight was one of those nights when he needed me most. i let him crash on the couch, rubbing small circles on his hand as he dozed off. he’d been asleep for an hour or so when he began to stir. at first he just shifts, but then i feel his body begin to shiver, which is impossible because it’s insanely hot and humid inside my tiny apartment. i turn to look at him and his face looks contorted, as if he’s in pain, though he’s still asleep. i hear him whimper no, no, his voice cracking. something glistens on his cheek.
“jj,” i whisper, not wanting to startle him. he doesn’t respond, but he’s shaking more. i say it a bit louder, wanting to get him out of whatever hell he was trapped in in his own head.
his eyes flutter open, red from crying hours earlier and glossy with new tears. i can tell he doesn’t register where he is because the muscles on his back tense up before he props himself up. he looks around, fear and uncertainty in his eyes.
“jj, hey, it’s just me,” my voice is soft. i gently nudge his arm to get his attention. when he realizes it’s me, i can see him relax. he shakes his head, looking down.
“sorry, i just—” his voice is hoarse and low, “i just was having a…” his voice trails off and his blue eyes search mine, hoping i understand where he’s going.
i nod and take his hand, stroking it softly. his eyes settle on the ground again, and i can tell how vulnerable he feels.
“it’s ok. i’m here. i’m not going anywhere,” i assure him. he nods at me, looking grateful. he sits up, his bare chest still rising and falling faster than normal. his torso has a slight gleam to it, either from the heat in the room or his dream.
he scoots over and pulls on my hand, motioning for me to sit on the couch next to him. i stand up and take a seat, cradling his hand in my lap. he takes a deep breath and looks at me, more collected this time.
“thank you” he says, and i can tell how genuine it is.
“i’m here for you, jj. i’ll never leave you,” i lean my head on his shoulder and he reaches up to play with my hair.
“it was—“ his voice breaks and he takes a deep breath “it was about-“
“i know,” i cut him off, hating that he can’t even escape his dads abuse in his sleep. he deserves so much more. “i know”
i feel him nod against my head and i turn to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. his blue eyes are so pure, so striking even in the dark room lit only by moonlight.
he deserves so much more.
i reach up and move a tuft of golden blonde hair out of his eyes. he rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. he’s exhausted.
“cmon, you need some sleep” i say, positioning myself on the couch so his head is on my chest and i’m holding his hands. he nods, nuzzling into my chest. once he comfortable, he takes my hand in his. it’s warm and gentle, callused but comforting. he places a gentle kiss near my knuckles before closing his eyes. it’s a small act, but with the soft touch of his lips, i feel his cut from his dads fist, his shaky breath, and all the words he’s too exhausted to say. i squeeze his hand and he squeezes back before i hear him start to snore softly. i place one more kiss on the top of his blonde hair before closing my eyes, praying for a world where he gets everything he deserves and more
a blurb or imagine where jj has a nightmare/night terrors and you try and calm him down…
if someone’s already written this please link me bc i need to read this rn…
#outer banks#jj maybank x reader#jj outer banks#jj slow burn#jj fanfiction#jj maybank#jj obx#obx x reader#obx jj#obxstuff
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A BROKEN BOY // part 2
summary: after fixing jj up in the middle of the night, he wakes up and you comfort him.
it’s still dark when he wakes up. he jolts awake, opening his eyes and flinging his head side to side.
i jump up from my chair “jj, it’s ok. i’m here” i say. he lays back down and closes his eyes, his breath steadying again.
“right.” he says, still breathing heavy. i wonder if he had a nightmare.
a few moments later he sits up, stretching and grimacing in pain.
“do you want something for the pain? or a shirt?” i ask. his shirt is too bloody to be worn.
“mmm” he winces, squeezing his eyes shut again. i click on the light and he opens them, replying in a gravely voice, “yeah, that’d be great. thanks”
i go to the kitchen to find ibuprofen and water before going to my room to grab a shirt and a joint (one jj left at my house— i don’t smoke), just in case the ibuprofen isn’t enough. when i get back he’s sitting up, inspecting his torso.
“really did a number on me this time,” he says, reaching for the joint before anything else. i let him take it. if it’ll help him escape his pain, i’m not gonna stop him.
“you should try the ibuprofen too. it helps with swelling” i say.
“ok, doc” he jokes. that puts a smile on my face. i try to hand him the shirt but he waves it away.
“it’s hot as hell in here. i don’t know how you’re wearing a sweatshirt.” he’s right, the room is warm and humid, but i have chills from all that’s happened. i set the shirt on the table and lean back into my chair, facing him. he lights to joint and takes a drag, coughing and holding his chest as he does. “fuck that hurts” he smirks before taking another hit. he holds the joint out to me, raising his eyebrows, but i wave it away.
“all yours” i say. we sit like that for a while. he doesn’t take anymore hits, just watches the joint burn out. weird.
“the last thing i want to do is get high right now” he says. again, weird. i look at the clock flashing in the kitchen. 3am. jj moves closer to one end of the couch, shrinking the distance between us. he looks at me with a questioning stare. i know that look.
“hungry?” i ask. he nods, attempting a smile. i notice dried blood lining his teeth. “i’ll go get some pizza rolls”
i stand up to go into the kitchen, and he follows, taking slow, shaky steps. he might be more hurt than he looks. damn.
he leans against the counter as i put them in the microwave, watching me with those blue eyes. he isn’t stoned but i think hes numbed some of his pain with the weed. i throw the bag away and lean against the opposite side of the counter, meeting his gaze.
“you really are special” he laughs. the way he says it seems sarcastic, but i know he’s saying thank you again. i’m tempted to playfully push him, but decide against it. not the best time for a play fight. the microwave dings and i pull the rolls out. he pops two into his mouth and i gasp
“jj they’re hot!”
“so?” he says, mouth full, chewing obnoxiously so his mouth doesn’t get burned.
we take the food into the living room and sit on the ground. within minutes the entire plate is gone. i think i ate three. jj pats his stomach and leans his head back against the couch.
“that hit the spot”
“i’m glad” i chuckle. jj can always make me laugh. his expression darkens and he sweeps his eyes to meet me gaze.
“aren’t you gonna,” he starts “i mean, don’t you want to know what happened?”
i look at him. at his brokenness and his vulnerability. at what he hides every day when we’re out catching waves, crashing parties, playing games.
“no. not my business. i just want to be here for you. if you want to talk, i’m down to listen. but you don’t need to tell me what happened” i say and he looks relieved.
“it’s not as bad as it was when i was younger.” he states and i shiver at the thought. “it’s just because he’s wasted. he doesn’t mean it.” he tells me, rather, tells himself. a tear slips down his cheek. i put my hand on his leg. hell, even his legs are bloodied and bruised. he pulls me closer and i slide across the wood floor until i’m sitting between his legs, my back to his chest. he rests his head on my shoulder, breathing in the beachy scent of my hair. i feel drops sliding down my arm. he wraps his arms around my torso and holds me, running his fingers up and down my sides. i reach out to his battered legs, making small circles with my fingers. at one point he turns and presses a soft kiss to my temple. soon, we’re both asleep, holding each other together
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you’re my everything // jj fanfic
summary: after a day on the HMS Pogue, jj and you share a special moment
we dock when it’s dark and jj leads me back to the house. he holds his own a lot better than i do and i’m stumbling around in the night. we get to the porch and he opens the door for me. my stomach is tingly and me head is spinning, but i’m not convinced it’s only because of the beer. i try to walk to the living room and bump into the counter
“whoa there, here, let me help” jj holds me by the waist and shuffle steps with me. he sets me down on the couch and just shakes his head, smiling. i smile back, a lopsided grin.
“what?” i laugh
he closed his lips, shaking off my question. his blue eyes sparkle, mischevious. he plops down on the couch next to me, running his fingers up and down my arm. i shiver at his touch and he smirks. dammit.
“let’s dance” i say. he looks at me with his what? face but i’m already standing up. i grab his hand and pull him up to. we stand in the middle of the room, swaying, looking at each other. i pull him closer and sling my arms around his neck. he grabs my waist, holding me tighter. he brings his forehead to mine and gazes into my eyes. he runs his hands up and down my back and we sway. i rest my head on his chest, hugging him tight. i can hear his breath, smelling faintly of beer and weed, and feel his heart beat. i reach one hand into his hair and hear him let out a soft groan. his blonde hair is soft and smells like the beach. he rests his head on top of mine for a minute before he pulls away. i look up at him and giggle. he tilts his head, confused.
“what’s funny?” he whispers, his voice thick. my stomach flutters at the sound.
“you.” i reply. he shakes his head, probably blaming it on the beer. he knows i’m a lightweight.
i reach up and trace the bruising on his face. he closes his eyes for an instant, breathing soft. i’m about to trace the outline of his eye when he grabs my wrist to move my hand. his expression is unreadable.
“i’m sorry” i whisper, going back to swaying.
“nah… it’s just… can i ask you something?” he sounds worried.
“mmm?” i lay my head back on his chest.
he kisses the top of my head, clearing his throat “what… what are we?” he asks. i take a deep breath and place a gentle kiss on his neck. he tilts his head. i can feel his breath hitch.
i kiss his jawline, saying “we” kiss “are” kiss “us” kiss. i sweep my gaze up to meet his. his blue eyes dance with mischief and excitement.
he strokes my cheek with his thumb, leaning in until he hovers just above my lips.
“us,” he whispers “i like the sound of that.” he kisses he gently and slowly, still swaying to the music in our minds. when i can barely stand, he pulls away and leads us to the couch. i sit cross legged beside him, laying my head in his lap. i fall asleep as he strokes my hair and i hear him whisper you are my everything.
#jj maybank#rudy pankow fanfiction#outerbanksedit#outer banks#jj slow burn#jj mayback x reader#jj outer banks#jj imagine#obx x reader#obx jj#obxstuff
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jj maybank // yeah
he was outside laying in the hammock, the breeze ruffling his already messy blonde hair. the bruises on his face were healing and the cut along his cheek bone was a deep crimson. my heart hurt just looking at him. he’d just come back from his house after trying to get the key to his dads boat, unsuccessfully. he didn’t have any new bruises, at least none i could see, but he had that look in his eyes. that gleam like he was mad at the world.
i’d just gotten to john b’s house after work. i worked at my dad’s insurance agency for the summer, answering calls and booking appointments. with the rich people on figure eight, there were a lot of boats and mansions, and with boats and mansions come insurance. it was a good little gig that helped me keep cash in my pocket, handy for when i was hanging out with the pogues and we needed gas or got hungry. i’d walked into the chateau and instantly knew something was off. pope sat on the couch with his head in his hands, kie sat staring at the floor, and john b was pacing in the kitchen. jj was no where in sight.
“uh hey guys...” my voice broke the wierd silence.
kie and pope looked at me with a sense of relief in their eyes. kie spoke first,
“hey, elle.” she sounded defeated and exhausted.
“so what’s going on? what’ve y’all been up to today?” i questioned hesitantly, not sure i wanted to know the answer. my tome earned a glance from pope who just replied
“it’s a shit show, elle” i nodded, not exactly sure what he meant. kie cut in,
“popes right. jj tried to get the keys from his dad but he couldn’t because his dad was probably high or some shit and then john b flipped and now they’re both pissed.”
i nodded again, noticing john b was no longer in the kitchen. this gold thing was really getting to his head. not that we didn’t all want it, it’d just it was more emotional for him because of his dad.
“damn i missed a lot” i say, wondering who i should try to console first. i look around, hoping to see john b’s shaggy brown hair, but he’s now where in sight.
“don’t bother,” pope catches me looking around, “i just saw him take off in the Pogue. he’s probably going to see sarah.”
“makes sense.” i nod, “well, i’ll go try to get jj in here so we can atleast talk about our next move.”
“good luck,” kie says, her tone sarcastic. we know how jj is when he’s upset. but i can usually calm him down with a little talking and distracting. we’ve always been close, jj and i, and i’m the one he comes to when he needs someone. i head out the back door and see him in the hammock, his head tipped back, his juul poking out of his lips. the hammock is swaying slightly and despite the tension in the chateau, he seems peaceful. i walk up slowly, not wanting to startle him.
“hey,” my voice is quiet but his eyes lift open. his baby blue eyes are slightly glossy but still alert. he smirks when he sees me.
“ah, the brave soul sent to recuperate the deserted member” he jokes. i smile softly, knowing he always hides his feelings with humor.
“yup, i drew the short stick today” i joke back. that earns a small smile from him. he rolls over onto his side so he’s facing me. his hair falls into his eyes but he doesnt sweep it away.
“well, good luck trying to win me over” he quips and i roll my eyes. i get close to the hammock and start playing with the worn out netting. we’re quiet for a moment but then jj starts swinging back and forth again, hitting me in the hips every time he does so. i know he’s doing it on purpose because he’s trying to suppress a smile.
“jj...” i warn, looking at him in a fake serious face. he meets my eyes but then goes back to his juul, still swinging. i sigh, “well, you know what they say, if you can’t beat em, join em. scoot over” i play push him to the other side of the hammock.
“what! no you can’t—“ he tries to push my it but i’m already settled into the nubby netting. i take a deep breath and look up at the trees. the sky is a beautiful shade of blue, similar to jj’s eyes. after he stops pouting at me because i’m ignoring him, he turns his attention to the sky too. i start humming one of my favorite songs and he joins. we laugh and then it’s quiet again.
after a while i say, “you know john b needs you right?” he rolls his eyes and starts playing with his juul.
“yeah yeah, that’s what everyone says. but he only needs me because of my dads boat”
“you know that’s not true” i turn to look at him, hoping he’ll know i’m being serious. “jj, you’re his best friend. he lost his temper, but he’ll come back around. please be there for him when he does.”
he looks at me, a small smile creeping onto his face, “huh”
“what?” i ask, confused.
“you’ve done the impossible.”
it’s my turn to say “huh?”
“you won me over.”
i roll my eyes, knowing he’s just saying that. he wasn’t ever going to give up on the hunt. he wants the gold just as much as john b, and he’s not one to ditch his friends.
i play shove him, adding “you know you’re not as mean as they say you are, maybank”
he smirks and diverts his gaze back to the sky. after a while he murmurs “thank you.”
“for what? you didn’t need me here to convince you to make up with john b. i know you would’ve done that all on your own.”
“for being here. for talking to me. for reminding me that you’re always here.” he slides his arm under my waist and pulls me closer to him. i smile, resting my head on his shoulder. he brings his juul to his lips.
“you know that’s gonna kill your lungs,” i say.
he looks at me and chuckles, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“want a hit?” he asks, holding the device out to me. i look at him. the angry gleam in his eyes is gone, replaced by something else. something i can’t quite read.
“yeah,” i say, taking the juul from him and bringing it to my lips. he laughs again as i try and fail at blowing a smoke ring. i nudge him in the shoulder.
“don’t laugh. it’s mean”
“ah so now i’m mean?” he quips.
i roll my eyes as he starts to tickle my side.
“stop!!” i cry in a fit of laughter. thankfully he does.
“i can always count on you to make me feel better,” he says, his voice low.
i look into his baby blue eyes, “yeah.”
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i’m not usually one to voice my opinions, especially about political movements, but the recent events regarding black lives matter have hit me. of course, i was outraged with the murder of george floyd, but it still felt distant. i’m white and my family is not super active about the black lives matter movement. i’m christian and ive always has a hard time seeing where these political movements fit in with my faith. i support the military and police force and believe that these officers usually do their jobs correctly. but then something hit me. black lives matter isn’t just about police brutality. it’s about the racism that is inherent in america. it’s the fact that a black man was so clearly murdered by a white police officer and it took weeks to arrest the officer. if that would’ve been a white man killed by a black man, i have a feeling the arrest would’ve been much faster. it’s the fact that this country will do almost anything to protect the idea of white purity. that we’re not willing to look in the mirror at our own flaws before blaming others for our unjust actions. it’s that black people are put at disadvantages in education and careers just because of the color of their skin. isn’t it about damn time we realize that a human is a human? being black shouldn’t put you at a disadvantage. your skin color or heritage shouldn’t make it harder for you to get into college or get a job. but it does. and that is messed up. the system needs to change. i’m not sure how it will or what it will take, but voices need to be heard. and it might not all be peaceful. no revolution is entirely peaceful. i don’t support turning black lives matter into an excuse to destroy property or set fires but damn, i kinda get it. when the system is so deeply messed up how can we be more upset about the burning of businesses than murder? that injustice? than a broken, racist system? i will never understand what it’s like to be black in america. i pray i will never know what it feels like to have my son, brother, or father murdered on the streets. i will never fully support the destruction of other people’s livelihood or businesses as protest, but i know that something needs to change. and change is messy, it’s difficult, and it’s often ugly. but the outcome of change is beautiful. this is a fight to improve america. a fight to say that no matter where your from or what you look like, as an american citizen, you deserve the same rights as everybody else. this is about leveling out the playing field, making it right. this is about loving one another and supporting humanity in all circumstances. this isn’t about me. it isn’t about a trend. it’s about the fact that white privilege is real and probably always will be. it’s about healing some broken part of mankind that makes it seem ok to hurt others for our own prosperity. it’s messy and hard to put into words, but i’m taking a stand. a stand for what i believe is right. black lives matter. can we please stop acting like the issue isn’t there and start looking within ourselves and our community to begin the healing process? also, please listen to the song White Privilege II by macklemore. it hits home with this.
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nothing but trouble
inside the wreck it’s hot and stuffy. my black collared shirt seems to be suffocating me and i can’t wait to get off work and read on the beach. it’s been slow all day, but i look up when i hear the door ding. a blonde haired boy with a dangerously handsome smile walks in, glancing around before taking a seat. i look at him for a moment more before going to the back.
“kie, there’s a kid here who just looks like trouble” i say, and she shakes her head. tons of tourons come to play tricks on us or flirt or catch a moment of air conditioned bliss (our ac currently doesn’t work—hence the discomfort) and we’re about fed up.
“i’ll take care of ‘em” she says. she’s the best, sassy, pretty, and confident. enough to get the attention of anyone looking for trouble and convince them that it’s best they leave. she walks out the double doors and i hear her bubbly laugh. she must be playing along, it’s all about strategy. she’s out there for longer than i expect, so i walk out to see if any more customers have arrived. i’m shocked to find her laughing with the blonde boy.
“kie?” i ask.
“oh, this is just jj. he’s not trouble—well he is but not for us” she gives him a am i right look and he winks at her.
the boy extends his hand and looks me in the eyes as he introduces himself, “jj maybank, pleasure you meet you” he squints to look at my name tag, “y/n.” his grin is electrifying.
i decide to play along. i shake his hand and reply, “the pleasure is all mine, mr. maybank. is there anything i can get for you?” i nod to the menu sitting in front of him.
“ah, of course, the finest dining in the island. let’s see,” he pauses, tilting his head as he thinks, “how about a soda and some fries?”
i pretend to write down his order in my notes. “is that all for you today, mister?” i give him my best customer service smile.
he looks at me thoughtfully before adding “actually, make that three sodas. you girls have got to have a break coming up right? and it’s hot as hell in here” he airs out his shirt for emphasis.
i hide a smile. “well, unfortunately here at the wreck it’s all work, no play” i frown.
“but,” kie interjects, giving me a smile, “maybe we can make an exception”
“sounds good to me” jj nods.
“only if you promise not to tell my boss ” i tell him and he swipes his hand across his lips, fake locking them shut.
“i’ll be right out with your order,” i turn to go back into the kitchen, smiling to myself. i was right, this boy is gonna be nothing but trouble for me.
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