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maybebanks · 2 years

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OBX details that make me feral (8/?)

JJ's fear is used for comedy until . . . it isn't (aka how JJ's status as the comic relief is used to fully shift the tone of the show in 1x05)

1x02: After John B and JJ encounter the creepy dudes (one of them is named Ratter apparently, which is so fucking funny oh my god, but they’re just The Creepy Dudes to me), JJ is super shaken up about it as he relays what had happened to Kie and Pope.

His entire monologue about getting paint in his hair, waiting for death, and not taking mental polaroids is very, very exaggerated and obviously played as a comedic moment (which Rudy kills btw it cracks me up every time). While I do think that his anxiety here is genuine to an extent, especially with the detail that the guys remind him of people that his dad hangs out with, I do think that the scene itself is clearly trying to play up that fear because JJ is the main source of comic relief. But I also think that the writers’ decision to do this is brilliant because it makes JJ’s real fear even more striking when we finally see it for the first time.

1x05: When Luke picks up JJ from the police station, JJ’s body language says it all. He barely makes eye contact, keeps his head down, stands a few feet away from Luke at all times, and has his hands in his pockets the entire time.

He barely says anything, and when he does, the words are brief, apologetic, and chosen very carefully. He follows his father’s every order, which is very different from the authority-hating JJ that we have come to know so far, and he is visibly hesitant to get in the car with him outside of the station.

It’s the first time that we see JJ without his usual confidence and bravado. In this scene, he seems like a small, quiet kid, when he’s usually this larger-than-life, quick-witted personality. In the scene that came just before this, JJ's usual cocky attitude and disdain for authority is showcased with how he plays up his casual body language as he's talking to Peterkin.

But then to have all of this usual JJ-ness so quickly stripped away in the very next scene makes for such an impactful reveal. Because we've never seen JJ so meek, the audience is completely disarmed in the same way that he is in the presence of Luke.

Contrasted with the more comedic fear from 1x02, we can clearly see that this fear from JJ in 1x05 is much deeper, so it makes the reveal of JJ’s home life even more heartbreaking and jarring. The fear from 1x02 saw JJ turn outwards, making an exaggerated show out of the situation, but the fear from 1x05 sees JJ turn inwards, and he feels like a shell of the character that we thought we knew. This makes us feel even more caught off guard when we finally see the full extent of JJ's home life and put the pieces together about his personality.

To add onto this, the writers also use JJ as a vessel for introducing the real danger of the treasure hunt to the Pogues (John B, specifically). Along with his fear of Luke, we also see him show that same kind of genuine fear after Peterkin shows him the photos from the creepy guys' autopsies.

Before, JJ was freaked out about the "square groupers" in his more outward, comedic way, but now he is genuinely scared for John B's safety, which prompts him to try to get John B to give up on the treasure.

I just love how the writers have the comic relief character be the first one to realize the gravity of the situation that the Pogues have gotten themselves into because it makes the audience pay even more attention to it. At this point, we know JJ as the funny one, so of course we can't help but listen when he's suddenly showing a completely different side of his personality.

TL;DR, In the police station, we first see JJ the way that we know him: cocky and overly confident in front of authority figures. But once he sees the pictures, there's a noticeable shift in his attitude where he gets uncharacteristically serious. And then by the time Luke gets there, everything about the way that JJ carries himself and speaks has shifted within a few minutes of screen time. Before we even see the title card in 1x05, the tone of the show has been flipped on its head through the writers' use of JJ's fear, both about the treasure hunt and his own father.

God it’s such good storytelling, it really is. The Pates really did that huh

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maybebanks · 3 years

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Why is JJs dad in jail ??

#jj outerbanks #jj x reader outerbanks #outerbanks fluff #outer banks fanfiction #outerbanks season 2 #outerbanks s2 #ask me questions #obx imagine #obx fanfiction #outer banks #obx netflix #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader

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maybebanks · 3 years

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What Is the Right Way?

JJ Maybank x reader

His fingers danced along your unclothed torso. Up and down the sides of your waist. He liked how soft you were. And how there were no bruises on your perfect skin.

You shuffled when his fingers fumbled with your bra.

Your head was rested on his chest, your legs almost tangled with his.

You finally woke up from sleep when you recognized the sensation JJ was giving you. It was almost tickling, but very gentle and comfortable.

“What...what are you doing?” You asked, your voice scratchy as it usually was in the morning.

JJ eases away, moving his hand now to run through his hair.

“Finally you’re awake,”

You sighed and realized this position you were in with JJ was more intimate than it should be.

“Yeah..good morning to you too, weirdo,” you chuckled, smirking at him.

“Oh you’re just asking for it...” JJ smirked, then moving his hands quickly and tickling you again, at the waist and under your arms.

“Stop! It!” You laughed, pushing against his chest and thrashing around.

“JJ!” You screamed. Causing him to laugh on his own. And then you took that opportunity to grab his face and squish his cheeks together until he stopped.

You fell by his side again. You both sighing in the comfort of John B’s extra bed.

“Never do that again,” you demanded.

“Make me,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him again.

“I wanna stay like this forever,” you expressed, looking up at the ceiling.

“What about that kook douche you’ve been hanging out with?” JJ said, almost grumbling.

You furrowed your brows, “you mean my boyfriend?” You asked. JJ was never happy that you were dating someone else, let alone a kook. But he complimented you, took you out on nice dinners, and your parents liked him. So you were in a relationship.

You liked him, but everyone noticed that there wasn’t much chemistry and passion.

Unlike you and JJ, as Kie would suggest.

You denied the connection between you and JJ for as long as everyone teased you both.

He was your best friend, you’ve know him forever.

You stared at JJ for a moment, he was slightly offended by the term “boyfriend”, every since you’ve started dating him he’s tried to convince you to drop him.

Outside your door it sounds like someone dropped things.

You are about to turn over, but JJ’s hand pulls your waist closer to him, “I thought you wanted to stay like this,”

“But someone’s out there,” you said trying to hide your nerves.

“It’s John B’s house. He’s probably walking around. Don’t worry about it,” JJ shrugs.

You looked down, and that’s when you heard muffled voices.

“You sure you’re in the right place?” you heard John B say.

“I don’t have time for this. I’m looking for Y/n. She here?” you recognized your boyfriends voice and instantly you propped yourself up.

“Yeah man, I don’t know if she’s here,” John B continued but you cut him out.

“JJ...uh...” you turned you head looking for a shirt to cover up with.

“Whoa...you okay? Hey, calm down,” he said, laying a hand on your shoulder.

You shoved him off.

“Can I have your shirt? It was really hot last night and I must have thrown it somewhere,”

JJ squints slightly, “why are you freaking out?” his hands meet the neck of his shirt and and pulls it over his head.

Revealing his chiseled chest and a few big bruises, no doubtedly from his father.

“Oh, JJ,” you sighed, wanting to reach out and touch them to comfort, but restraining so you don’t make him uncomfortable.

“I heard my boyfriends voice. If he sees us like this he’ll take it the wrong way,” you explained.

“What is the right way? To take this?” JJ questioned, a smirk painted on his face as he looked at you pulling his shirt over your head.

“I don’t..I don’t know. Okay? Just...” you stopped yourself when the doorknob turned and the door pushed open.

You pushed yourself up, farther away from JJ and try not to look guilty.

“Y/n? Is that you?” your boyfriend asked, pushing past the clutter to see you.

“Hi...yeah, it’s me,”

“Are you sleeping with this idiot?” he said, gesturing towards JJ, who was shirtless by the way.

“I-“

“She hasn’t had the pleasure yet,” JJ interrupted.

Your boyfriend frowned, scolding you.

“He’s joking,” you added, punching him on the arm.

“Alright well Y/n, lets go. I’ve had enough of this,” he groans, gesturing for you to get up.

“Right,” you sighed, getting up and sending JJ a soft smile before heading out the door.

You noticed John B give your boyfriend a dirty look on the way out, which made you slightly sad. Why couldn’t your boyfriend just be comfortable with your friends.

“Hey...um hey! Can we talk? I feel like you’re mad,” you began. Trying to interlock fingers with him.

“You forgot about our date, Y/n. Because you were sleeping around with JJ,”

“He’s my friend. And it was either JJ’s bed or the floor,” you told him.

“Right. You just keep fucking denying it then,” he seethed, waking ahead of you.

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?!” you expressed, not done with the argument.

He rolled his eyes, “it’s always been like that. You and JJ all...connected,”

“Connected? What are you talking about? He’s my friend, and you’re my boyfriend-“

“Yeah well it sure doesn’t seem like it,”

You paused, did he really think you weren’t a good enough girlfriend, “look I’m really sorry I missed the date. You know early stuff is hard for me-“

“Bullshit! This is not about you. It’s about you... and that pogue JJ!” He made finger motions with his hands.

“Please don’t yell,” you mumbled.

“Who’s shirt is that?” He ignored you.

“It’s...uh JJ’s...” you mumbled.

“Fucking shit,” he muttered, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

“You don’t understand! If you could just let me explain that it’s not what it looks like-“

“You’re playing the victim! Again!” He shouted.

“If you hate me so much then why don’t we just break up!” the words spilled out of your mouth, you weren’t ready for them.

“Oh shit!” He said sarcastically, “you think?”

“Stop. Please I don’t like this,”

“What? You don’t like losing an argument. We’re done. Y/n. Don’t call me again. You can go fuck JJ now for all I care,” he stated, and with that, walked the extra 5 yards to his car, and drove away.

You were numb to tears. So none came. Not until you saw JJ and John B laughing together in the chateau. You felt so misunderstood. You hadn’t been unfaithful, or had you?

You attempted to pull yourself together before they saw you. But it was too late.

“Y/n?!” JJ asked, running out to you.

“Hey...” you began.

“What happened? I thought you were hanging out with-“

“We broke up,” you interrupted, waiting for him to get mad at you. But he didn’t.

“Oh...uh did he say why?” the truth was, JJ knew it was no coincidence that you both ended things after he caught you in bed with JJ.

You nodded, looking away as you wiped some tears off your cheek.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” John B says, as he heads inside.

JJ walks closer two you with both of his hands in his pockets.

“It’s because of us, isn’t it,” JJ states.

You sighed, “I didn’t know there was an ‘us’,” you admitted, it came off sourly.

“Whoa. Uh okay...” JJ was about to insult you, but he saw the tears, they were rushing down, he knew this boy hurt you more than just ending the relationship.

“I’m- I’m sorry. It’s not your fault,” you mumbled.

“Did he hurt you?” JJ asked, implying physically.

“No. Just...he said some stuff, about you. And that I would just..fuck you. But I don’t want to. Because then you would just leave me. Like he did,” you stuttered, trying not to choke on your sobs.

JJ wrapped his arms around you, “is that what you think of me?”

“Is it true?”

“God no,” he held you tighter.

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maybebanks · 3 years

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Jump〘 JJ Maybank〙

Request made by @bitterbethany! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count - 2564 Warnings - Light swearing, manipulative relationship Synopsis - You are John B’s sister and you’ve been following him around your whole life. After deciding to make your own path, you find yourself caught up with a boy who is no good and JJ is the only one who can get you out of it. A/N - I hope this is what you were hoping for! I’m sorry if I went a little off-script, I just really ran with what you gave me because I loved it so much! It was supposed to be fluffy, but I made it a little bit angsty, I apologize. Stay safe, stay healthy, stay groovy!

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maybebanks · 3 years

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Can someone help me write a speech for my sisters high school graduation?

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maybebanks · 3 years

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#9. Why didn’t you say anything? J.J Maybank

You got off later than you were supposed to, it being 7:45. You were meant to be home by 5, but the wreck, got busy. You worked with your best friend Kie but she bailed tonight resulting in you being stuck on the floor by yourself.

Many kooks came out tonight, which led to you running back for more everything. Your feet ached and now you gotta walk back to your home, since John b ( your brother) decided he needed to keep the van tonight.

You’ve been walking for a few minutes, before a engine came from behind you. “Hey princess.” You turn your head locking eyes with Rafe. Who looks extremely fucked up, swerving down the road.

You kept walking, a fucked up rafe is not a good think. He was like king kook, straight prick. “Hey pogue, I’m talking to you.” His car door shuts.

You sigh, “what do you want rafe?” It’s been a shit day.

“What you doing walking alone?” He walks up to you making you step backwards. He reeked of alcohol.

“Are you serious? You stop me to ask why I’m walking alone?” You turn around to walk off but rafe grabs your arm, harsh.

“You don’t turn around when I ask you something. You show me fucking respect.” His grip tightens.

You try pulling away, “rafe, that hurts. You are fucked up right now, just let me go.”

He laughs, his other hand gripping your shoulder. “You don’t tel- tell me what I am. The fuck? Do you know who I am?”

You jerk away, “obviously since I just said your name. God damn rafe.” You dig your nails into his arm. “Let me go!”

Rafe stared into your eyes with a dark look. It was a battle as you try pushing and pulling away. You managed to loose his grasp but your feet stumbled, making you lose balance. Rafe now towering over you.

You scooted back, turning and jumping up on your feet. Rafe pulls your hair before you can get far. “You are a fucking dirty slut, y/n.” He held you in his embrace. Grip tight on your hair as he whispered in your ear.

At this point you were fucking terrified. Rafe only ever caught the boys, never you. Beside his comments when he could catch you alone for 5 minutes. This was dangerous. Rafes mad at something else and found a pogue to take it out on.

He laughs, body chuckling. “I heard the stories on you. The way you like to get dirty.” At this point the tears have already came down your face. You threw your head back into his nose. Him yelling out In pain, allowing you to escape and head straight to your home.

Once you reached it the lights were off and you let out a sigh of relief. Your wrist was going to be bruised and you cried on your way here. You prayed no one was up to talk to you.

The gods answered as you see everyone passed out in the living room. You made way to your room, not even bothering undressing just ready to go to sleep.

—

The next day you were not in the mood. Everything that happened kept flooding your mind. Your wrist was purple, and your skull ached at the tugs rafe gave it.

Everyone kept laughing and joking, you just sitting in your own bubble. You felt a kick at your leg, your boyfriend JJ staring at you with a confused look. You shrug him off with a “I’m fine.”

You sat there for 10 more minutes not saying a word before you head off into the house. Footsteps following behind you.

“What’s up with you?” JJ asked and you ignored him.

“Hello?! Y/n, what’s wrong?” He pestered again making you turn around and snap.

“Nothing! Just leave me alone Jay.” You turn around and sigh, tears welling up in your eyes.

“You were later yesterday. Like 5 hours late. And you’ve been distant and moody all fucking day.” He rants and you can’t keep quiet anymore.

JJ arms immediately holding you. “He was there. Ra-he-he was fucked, an-angry. I didn’t know what to do. He kept sa-saying things.” You tried getting out in-between sobs.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He rubs your arm making you wince. You go to speak but jj already pulled out sleeve up. . “Who the fuck did this y/n?” His voice deepening.

You went quiet, scared what he might do. “Who. The fuck. Did this?” He questioned once more. “Rafe.” JJ jumped up heading straight out the house.

“Yo dude, where you going ?” You heard form outside making you race to follow.

“JJ stop! Please.” You hell but he doesn’t hear you, or does and ignored you and drove off.

You let out another sob. Someone grabs your arm making you jerk away. You see your brother looking down on you scared.

“Rafe attacked me last night, after work.” You finally confess to them. John b face hardens, anger radiating off him.

“JJ went to go find him.” You cry out, kie pulling you into a hug.

I WOULD SO DO A PART 2 IF ANYONE WOULD WANF ONE !! I really enjoyed ts , I see so many where jj wouldn’t storm off to fight em and I think jj would go beat ts outta him .

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Where Did You Get That?

JJ Maybank x reader , rafe x platonic reader

pretty long - ur in for angst, fluff, and more!

⚠️:light sexual assault

“Rafe? I really don’t think we should be here,” you told him, reaching out to hold his hand.

“Relax, Y/n, we’ll be in and out fast. And I’m doing all the talking,” Rafe ensures.

He held your hand without intertwining your fingers, it wasn’t necessarily a gesture of affection, you just wanted him close in this environment.

You looked at the overgrown grass surrounding the populated shack-like home. There was a trailer to the left of it. Just low class homes you were not very used to seeing on the Eight.

You’d like to consider yourself half a pogue. But the fact that this was a drug dealer’s home gave you the heebejeebies.

When you arrived at the door, Rafe entered first. At the same time an older man walked out.

“You should pop that collar, bro,” said the husky man. He then turned to you, eying you up and down hungerly. You gulped visibly, making him smirk.

Rafe pulled you inside, there were couches with people you didn’t recognize either popping pills or drinking cheap beer.

Your nose scrunched at the unpleasant scent filling your nose.

Rafe looked around, nodding at a few people, leading you to a back room.

“Hey Barry, what’s up my man?”

“What’s good, country club!” Barry responded loudly.

“Shoulda worn my wife beater,” Rafe told Barry.

Barry chuckled, “you couldn’t beat nobody, Rafe,” he paused, and moved to look around Rafe, you were standing behind him, trying to be as small as possible.

“Who’s this?” He smiled, locking eyes with you. You tried to look away, but you didn’t want to be rude.

“Oh her? No one,” Rafe said bluntly.

“What’s your name, babydoll?” Barry asked you.

Before you could answer, Rafe begin talking.

“Just leave her alone. You got something for me right?” Rafe said.

“C’mon,” Barry said gesturing for you both to follow him farther, you walked closely behind Rafe. Everyone judging you as you walked past.

“A’ight, a’ight, a’ight. Let’s see what we got here,” Barry added. Reaching his bedroom and pulling out a duffel bag.

You involuntarily took in a deep breath. You grabbed the side of Rafe’s shirt, trying to tell him with your eyes that you were uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

“Shut up,” Rafe shrugged you off, causing you to fold your arms and retreat back.

“We got a problem or somethin’?” Barry looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Um..no-“ you answered.

“She’s fine, just ignore her,” Rafe tried.

“Nah..I can’t ignore a beauty like that. Get outta here and let the big boys talk, huh?” Barry said to you, jerking his head outwards.

You looked at Rafe for approval, “just wait right outside okay? You’ll only be alone for like 5 seconds,” he assured.

You looked down, feeling the nerves, “you don’t wanna be alone? I got someone for ya...Luke! Come here and keep this girl company!” Barry shouts, nearly making you flinch.

Rafe attempted to speak for you again, “Nah man, she’s okay-“

“It’s my place, bro, my rules,” Barry responded, shutting Rafe down.

You slowly walked out the door and down the hallway, running into an older man with nearly grey hair, his breath smelled like alcohol and he had a long chain around his neck with blue keys.

“Excuse me,” you said, trying to pass him.

“Come on with me, darlin’,” he ordered. He must be Luke. The one Barry was calling.

You followed him out to the couches, you didn’t want to deny him or else he might try something, so when he sat down, manspreading, you carefully followed.

“You look familiar! Have I seen you ‘round before?” Luke asks you, moving closer as he talks.

“I don’t..I don’t think so,” you answered softly.

Suddenly, he placed a calloused hand on your thigh, “you shouldn’t be in a place like this. But now that you are, I think it’s best we make it worth it,” he whispered.

“Um..” you immediately stood up, his hand falling from its position, “sorry! I just...I need to go...”

He stood up too, his key necklace jingling.

“You think you’re too good for me? What? Huh?” He shouted defensively, scaring you.

“No Sir...” you whimpered, too frozen to step away.

Saved just in time, you saw Rafe’s orange polo in the corner of your eye.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, he caught you off guard so you stumbled into his chest.

“Let’s go, Y/n,” Rafe said shortly, holding a bag of coke in his hand.

You frowned, and bit your lip as you followed him out.

—

Like you said before, half a pogue.

Currently, you were sitting in a hammock with Kie. Who was droning on about how both of you need to start a club at kook academy next year.

John B was on an upside down garbage can fumbling with his dads compass. And JJ was trying to teach Pope how to hackey-sack.

“Pope no! You just need to have and eye-foot connection...”

“Do you mean coordination?”

“Yeah that,” JJ rolled his eyes. Making you laugh. It was the first time you laughed today. Maybe it was because after that man at Barry’s you were on edge.

“JJ...I have a question for you,” you began.

“Why not me? I’m better at answering questions,” Pope asked.

“Shut up Pope. She doesn’t need google, she needs JJ-google...wait...” JJ was trying to finish his insult, but then he couldn’t decide. Causing Pope to throw an empty plastic waterbottle in his face.

“Pope, really?” Kie scolded.

“What he was being an idiot,” Pope shrugged.

“Not that...the fact that it’s plastic!” Kie exclaimed, they went on bantering and JJ approached you. He sat down carefully in the hammock you were in, careful not to flip you out of it.

“What’s up?” He asks. Brushing some hair off his forehead.

“I just wanted to know how to take the edge off...you know like..rhetorically...if I was on edge,” you explained.

“Uh...well I mean drugs work for me,” JJ blurted, you stiffened, remembering what drugs indirectly put you through today.

JJ noticed you tense, so he responded, “not like drugs drugs...just like a blunt or two. Never take pills...I know I never will,”

“I know. I was thinking more like...surfing or something. Would you go with me?” You asked, pulling your legs into your chest.

JJ’s hand involuntarily touched his rib, remembering a bruise he got from pissing off his Dad. He hasn’t been able to have proper range of motion the whole day.

“Uhh I’m not really feeling up to it today, sorry Y/n,” he denies.

You look at his gesture, and concerned, you gently grab his shirt and lift it up to see his torso, a soft purple and blue bruise decorated there.

“Geez...” you sighed.

He didn’t want you to know. He barely ever mentioned his dad to you, so he let you assume differently.

“If you keep getting into these fights with kooks I’m going to have to confine you to The Cut,” you ordered.

“But then I won’t be able to see you? That’s the only reason I’m even on The Eight,” JJ noted.

He moved closer as if to tease you. And that’s when a wave of discomfort passed through you. It was just JJ, but that didn’t change it. You clenched your fist and looked away from him. Trying to ignore your uneven breathing.

JJ pulled back, starting to stand and lean against the tree, “What’s got you on edge, someone I need to take care of?”

“No...no. I said it was rhetorical!” You argued.

“Yeah but your super fidgety. Something happened today didn’t it?” JJ looked at you, his manner no longer joking.

You didn’t answer, just looked at Kie and the rest of the group. Finally winding down.

John B said, “So...you guys all understand the plan for tomorrow? Pope?”

Pope nodded, “yup my dads letting me use his boat,”

“I’m gonna get the Hms pogue. JJ you think you could get the Phantom?” John B asked.

John B was organizing a group boating thing. You didn’t really know much about boats so you didn’t really understand.

JJ nodded, “got the keys from my dad,” he answered. Now happily lounging in the hammock.

You were sharing it with him, his legs at your side and yours at his.

He nudged you, smirking and making a few jokes.

You kept a straight face. And he took this as a challenge.

“Don’t smile! Don’t smile!” He demanded.

“Don’t try to work your reverse physiology on me, mr,” you said, fighting the urge to mirror his cheery nature.

He continued and your lips curled up into a smile, to which he cheered. “yes!! I win!”

“Yeah... maybe you won this one but...” you trailed off, your eyes staring at his chest. You could practically feel the fear running through your veins when you saw what was around his neck.

“She loss for words!” JJ joked, telling the rest of the group he could make you happy even though you were very down.

“JJ...” you breathed, staring at the chain around his neck, it was long and had a blue key at the end.

“What?” He asked dumbfoundedly, maybe thinking you were worried about his bruise again.

Your eyes remained locked on the key as flashbacks went through your mind.

The man you saw today wearing it. What that man did to you.

“JJ...what...how do you have that?” You studdered, using your eyes to point to it.

JJ looked down at his chest and fondled the key in his hand, “this?” JJ asked.

You didn’t want to think, if you thought you would find a connection between JJ and that man Luke.

You decided to get up, maybe retreat to inside the Chateau.

“These are the keys to the Phantom...are you okay?” JJ asked, seeing you flustered.

“Uh I’m gonna head out...I just forgot I have to go meet Rafe somewhere,” you came up with an excuse.

“Uh hold up! You’re not getting away from me that easy,” JJ smirked pulling your waist into him.

You lost balance and fell into JJ’s chest. Your head was near his shoulder, and you looked up at him with frustration.

“Augh!” He grunted, “should’ve thought that through,” he said, you landed right on his bruise.

“Yeah...can um you let me go. Please?” You remembered you were still freaked out on why he had that key.

“Fine. But tell Rafe he can go fuck himself,” JJ shrugged.

After what he put you through today, gladly.

—

You felt surprisingly guilty for lying to the pogues. But that coupled with the nerves and discomfort you were feeling was nothing.

When you entered your house you went straight you your room. Collapsing on your bed.

—

“Wait why did she leave?” John B asked.

“What did you do to her, JJ?” Kie accused.

JJ didn’t know the answer to that either, “Nothing! I don’t know! She just freaked when she saw this,” JJ grabbed the key around his neck and held it up for the pogues.

“Why? It’s just a key. You think she’s seen it before?” Kie suggests, taking a hold of it and inspecting it.

JJ frowned, “the only way she would’ve seen it before is if...uh if she’s seen it on my dad. No...theres no way,” JJ doubted, but really he was just hoping.

“It’s possible...she had a negative connotation...” Pope trailed off. Watching JJ pace back and forth.

“Fuck...” JJ sighed, “you really think she...oh my god,”

“It’s okay JJ, you don’t need to protect her all the time-“ John B tried.

“From my dad I thought I could! She’s gonna hate me!”

“JJ, calm down. Y/n adores you,”

“You didn’t see her face, man! She was scared...and they way she looked at me...” JJ didn’t finish his sentence, he just grabbed his bag and headed to leave.

“Where are you going?!” John B called after JJ.

“I’m gonna go see her!” JJ answered, hopping into the van.

“Wait! Hey! What if she doesn’t want to see you!?” Pope called, but JJ wasn’t going to let anyone talk him out of it. He had to see you.

—

You heard a knock at your door. To which you ignored.

“Come on y/n I know you’re in there,” you heard a male voice muffled through the door.

You pulled a pillow over your head. Mumbling, “go away,”

“I just want to talk,” the voice began, you couldn’t quite hear him, so you accepted, opening the door slowly for him.

It was Rafe, his eyes were glossy and he was sniffing rapidly. He wasn’t about to cry infront of you, he just had been in a bad place.

“About what? I have nothing to say to you,” you said, adjusting the straps on your tank top nervously.

“Really? Me neither,”

“Then why did you come here,” you spit, anger only growing.

“Are you seriously mad at me?” Rafe accuses.

“Yes! Your coke addiction is ruining your life! And now mine,” you told him, frustrated.

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/n! You offered to come!” Rafe argued.

“Only because I was scared to say no!” You defended.

“Bullshit. I don’t even understand why your mad, it was barely a 10 minute trip!” he shouted.

“A lot can fucking happen in 10 minutes,” you blurted, your eyes starting to water.

He took notice and his expression fell, to which you responded, “fuck,”

“What are you talking about? What happened? Something when you were alone?” Rafe pressed, stepping closer.

“Look, just back off, okay? I don’t need..I don’t need this,”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“No,” you answered.

He scoffed, “whatever Y/n. Maybe I could fucking help you-“

“Help me? Since when would you ever consider that?! You took me there Rafe! God I can’t even tell you what you did wrong because your so blinded by the drugs!”

“I’m not gonna quit coke...not for you, not for anyone,”

You felt a tear spill out, you couldn’t help but care about your oldest family friend, “Fuck. You.”

“Maybe you should!” He challenged, grabbing you shoulders. You emotions flipped like a switch. From mad to frightened.

He pushed you into your bed, you quickly sat upright.

“What the hell?” You asked softly.

He leaned closer, his hands on your legs and leaning over you, “coke makes me better baby...I feel better,”

You tried your best to shove him off and get up, but your arms were weaker.

He smiled, then got up, chuckling, “call me when your ready to talk,”

He gave you one last look before leaving your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

When he left, you started hyperventilating, gasping for air at the thought of what Rafe could have done, what Luke had done. How violated you felt. We’re you just a toy to everyone?

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JJ stood outside her house, he was waiting near the bench on the side for about ten minutes. Trying to figure out what you already knew, and what to say.

You knew his dad, you met him. And he hurt you.

JJ’s head fell in his hands, he sighed. Wishing he could have chosen better parents.

Instantly, your front door creaked open and quickly slammed. JJ his behind the bench and watched Rafe Cameron walk out of your house.

His kook buddies pulled up in a black Jeep, shouting profanities at him.

“YO! You fuck her yet!!” They screamed. Clapping.

“Nah! Shut up bro! She’s right inside! She’s just a friend tho,” Rafe answered, hopping in the backseat.

“Yeah but we see that boner, you wanna pound her-“

“Kelce chill man, don’t talk about women like that,” Topper tried.

“Toppers becoming a feminist,”

“Just treat her right.”

“Yeah man she’s a bitch though, mad at me about something that happened today. Blaming ME! Like yo...it’s not my fault you’re hot!” Rafe added.

JJ didn’t hear anything after that. They drove away.

When they were out of sight, JJ opened your door and entered your house. You told him he was always welcome, so he decided to take you up on that.

He shifted nervously before knocking on your door. A gentle knock, unlike Rafe’s.

He heard you inside, you took a minute to open the door, expecting Rafe.

When you opened it, JJ could tell you were stressed, your eyes were slightly red from crying and your cheeks flushed.

“JJ? What...I- now isn’t a good time,” she said, still keeping him outside her room.

“I’m really sorry Y/n. I just want you to know that. Okay?” JJ blurted. He wasn’t the best at apologies.

“For what?” Deep down you knew why.

JJ brought his hands to his chest, where the key had been last time you saw him, “those keys...belong to my Dad. I never wanted you to meet him. That’s why I lied,” he admitted.

You opened the door a little wider, “JJ I’m fine,” you mustered.

“He’s on drugs, and uh...we don’t get along...that’s why I stay at John B’s so much. Look, just know you don’t have to talk about it. But it will help you forget,” JJ continued.

You almost cried, but you held it in for a moment longer, “JJ? Do you know?” You said each word slowly.

“I just assumed you met him. How you reacted when you saw his keys,” JJ answered.

You looked down at your hands, they were shaking.

“It’s not a big deal...” you tried to lie to yourself.

JJ looked at you, his heart dropped, he so badly wanted to know what his father did to you so he could help, JJ grabbed your hands and held them in his, “please know I’m not like him. I’ll never hurt you. Never ever.”

“JJ you shouldn’t have to know, you should just go,” she whispered. Almost pulling her hands away from JJ’s warm touch.

“No. I’m not going to leave you. I’ll be here for you to talk to me okay? Tell me why he did,” JJ’s jaw clenched at the thought.

You gasped one last time before you collapsed, you hand going over your mouth as your eyes quickly blurred with tears.

JJ’s eyes softened and he reached out to pull you in, you cried into his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I can’t go back,” you mumbled, gripping a portion of his shirt into a fist.

His hands moved up and down your back. As he muttered sweet nothings to calm you down.

“Don’t stay...don’t stay...” you cried, he shouldn’t have to see you as the mess you were.

“What did he do?, princess,” JJ asked, when you first met, he called you that because you were a kook. He meant it with as much love as he could.

You sniffled, then looked up at JJ, the blue in his eyes hard to see because his pupils were so dialated, “he mad a pass at me,” you whispered, I guess that sounds not as bad as it feels, but JJ knows it affected you.

His, high aggressive Dad, hits on a young girl like Y/n, what might she think of him?

“I’m not like that? Please know that,” JJ’s voice cracked. Your hand wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer.

“I know JJ.”

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Stronger (part ii)

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“JJ. Don’t be a hero right now. They’ll..” you paused, “just let me handle it. Please!”

“Get behind me, and don’t say a word,”

“You don’t even know if it’s them!” You argued. JJ didn’t know. But you did, this exact event has happened before, only JJ wasn’t there.

JJ could tell by the way you were reacting that he needed to protect you. No matter how much you protested.

“I want the old JJ!” You shouted.

“The old JJ? What the hell does that mean?” He scoffed.

“The one that hated me! The one that didn’t put himself in danger for me!”

“So you admit it...that there is danger,” he retaliated.

“Let’s. Go.” You ordered, pulling his hand back towards you.

The van pulled up pretty close now. Parked on the side of the road. No one has gotten out of the van yet.

“Remember when I said I could handle it! I was telling the truth! Please listen to me,” you begged.

“For fucks sake. You’ve got...” he paused as if he could barely say the word, “bruises.”

“Use your head,” you argued, you felt like JJ didn’t understand. And if he got hurt it would be your fault.

JJ finally turned towards you, his eyes locked with you.

“I am using my head. If you think I’m going to stand by and let them hurt you, you don’t know me,”

You sighed, “I know. Okay? I know you protect us and stuff but this isn’t like the guys teasing Kie. These kooks really hate me. If I give them the power they want they leave me alone enough. I’m telling you..you getting involved will just make it worse.”

“I’m sorry,” JJ said shortly.

You scoffed, “sorry for what? For not listening to me?! It’s not too late,”

“It’s already too late if they think they’re gonna touch you,” JJ said defensively, next, he pushed you gently being him. Signaling you to get out of there.

You knew JJ had skills fighting, but he couldn’t take on 3 guys. So you decided to stay.

“Y/n, get out of here, or get behind me.” JJ demanded.

“I hate you!” You exclaimed, irritated.

“You’ll thank me later,” he muttered.

Rafe and Barry got closer.

“What’s up baby!” Barry shouted in his weird accent.

You frowned. You felt JJ look at you, hoping to exchange a glance, but you were afraid to look at him.

“No response? What’s with that? Not even gonna introduce me to your friend?” Barry said. You were surprise he didn’t know JJ well. Maybe he was just making a joke.

“Y/n decided to bring a friend today, let’s show them the hospitality we’ve been givin’ her! Ain’t that right?” Rafe said, stepping towards you and reaching for your hand.

Instantly, JJ stepped between you two, blocking the contact. Rafe scoffed, looking into JJs eyes with pure anger.

They were about the same height, you were afraid this could only end one way.

“Rafe...um can’t you just let us off the hook-“ you began kindly, but JJ wasn’t planning on being nice, and it wasn’t like you could control him.

“What she means is..back the fuck off, or we’re gonna have a problem,” JJ threatened.

Your stomach felt like it was tied in a knot. You reached out for JJ’s hand.

Barry’s expression dropped at his words, and then, he laughed. It was a method he used to make JJ feel weak.

As far as you knew, JJ never lost a fight.

“This pogue thinks he can talk shit to me? Y/n you better get your dog under control,” Rafe scoffs, eyeing you up and down.

You put your hand on JJ’s shoulder, but, without looking at you much, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you off of him.

“You bastards are done messing with Y/n. You got that? Or do I have to say it twice? I swear you idiots are deaf or something,” JJ insulted.

For a moment, you wondered if JJ enjoyed this. But the longer it went on, the more vulnerable you became.

“This is only done when I say it’s done!” Rafe exclaimed, shoving JJ back by his shoulders.

“And when is that? Before or after I cave your face in!” JJ retaliated.

“Y/n knows. Don’t ya?” Rafe asked you, his tone an attempt to be seductive. Your stomach dropped and you looked at the dirt floor.

Their crew laughed, knowing that it was now an inside joke. Every time it was the same. Rafe would always say, “you know how to end this.”

To which you always responded, never. Maybe that why you had so many bruises. You would never give in. It was worth it. To be with the pogues.

“What is he talking about?” JJ lowered his voice, he bent over slightly to speak into your ear.

You felt embarrassed, you didn’t want JJ to know what Rafe had offered you in exchange for these meetings.

Rafe’s mouth curled into a smirk.

“Take my offer, baby. Or your friend here gets his ass kicked,” Rafe told you.

Before you could answer, JJs hand covered your mouth.

You protested but your voice was muffled by JJs hand. He covered your mouth becuase he knew you might try and protect him by taking whatever offer Rafe was saying.

“Very Rafe of you, trying to get out of this by threatening my girl? Your not getting out that easy you piece of shit!” JJ swung his fist towards Rafe.

Rafe quickly jumped back, “threatening her with a good time, maybe.” He smirked, only angering JJ more.

JJ threw another punch and it hit Rafe right on his upper cheek. You flinched. You hated fights. Wondering why JJ ever got in so many.

“Stop it!” You shouted after Rafe hit JJ in his eye and Barry joined in with a punch to his ribs.

“Quiet princess!” Barry demanded, “unless you want this to be you again?”

The instant those words left Barry’s mouth, JJ punched him. You cringed at the thought that he would probobly lose a few teeth after a blow like that.

A few minutes later, you couldn’t take it anymore. So you stepped in, but Rafe quickly grabbed you and pulled you back to where you stood.

Soon, however, it was clear that JJ was going to win. Maybe it was because they were both on drugs, but even they knew they were losing.

So, Topper started their van, and both of them threw final punches before jumping into their moving car.

JJ was proud, and hopefully after his final threats they would leave you alone.

When he turned to you, perhaps for a thankyou, you were already walking away.

“Y/n/n- Y/n! Hey! Where are ya going? Hey!” He jogged over to you and grabbed your upper arm.

He could tell you were angry, and honestly he was confused.

“What’s wrong? I got them off your back didn’t I?” JJ asked.

“W-what the hell was that?! JJ you-you don’t even know what you just fucking did! I can’t-I can’t believe you,” you yelled, your voice cracking.

JJs eyes widened. He could tell you might just cry.

“Y/n, you should be happy. I don’t get it! Would you rather have them hit you? You don’t deserve that,” JJ explained.

“Yeah and neither did you!” You blurted.

You held your hand up and caressed his cheek, your fingers tracing his newly forming bruise.

JJ chuckled.

“What?” You said, baffled.

“You’re so worried about me. It’s cute,” he shrugged.

You stepped back, blushing slightly, “uh..You got hit J, are you okay?”

He smiled, “never been better,”

“I find that hard to believe,” you said.

“Okay...I’ll prove it,” he says.

“Really? How exact-“

He leaned over towards you, it all happened so damn fast. His lips pressed against yours, then your lips moving a long with his.

The butterflies in your stomach erupting worse then they ever have before. But you lived for it.

When you finally pulled away, both yours and JJ’s cheeks were dusted rosy.

You laughed quietly, and JJ laughed too.

Then, you both began the walk back to the chataue, deciding to spend the day together, instead of going back home.

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take this quiz!!! my ans kinda reminds me of jj . But fr it’s beautifully accurate

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Bro I’m so upset ugh this idiot on yubo named Zack was so rude for no reason and just kicked me from the live I was on for hours. All bc I asked for his snap and then he said no and I was like fine. Bro fuck him igh

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Keeping it to Herself

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“Kie, I don’t want to do this. Kiara!” You shouted her name in protest as she dragged you near the police office building.

“Y/n, please. You have to press charges!” You argued.

You shook your head, “it’s not a big deal...Kie listen to me!” You demanded, praying she would listen.

“Give me one good reason,” she stopped, folding her arms over her chest.

“He could ruin my life with one check. And there are records. I don’t want anyone to find out about this. I don’t even know why I told you,” you explained, next wiping the light sweat off your forehead from the hot day.

“You told me because you didn’t think it was a big deal. But it is. Please Y/n. At least do it for me?” She pleaded.

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

She smiled, “thank-“ she began but stopped when the loud sirens of a cop car interrupted her. The SUV pulled into the station and turned off the lights.

That meant they were arresting someone.

“If that’s him I swear to god,” Kie muttered. “Shit, you think it’s him?” She asked you.

“Who?” You said, feeling your voice fault a little bit, quivering at the thought.

Next, officer Shoupe hopped out of the car, and opened the door.

“Let’s just got inside,” Kie suggested.

“No. I wanna see who it is,” you told her, your hands shaking slightly.

When Shoupe opened the backseat door, you sighed when an all to familiar cargo boot was the first thing to exit.

“Jeez fuck...it’s just JJ,” Kie sighed, relieved.

JJ has cuffs on, and Shoupe was being rough with him as he pulled him out.

“What’d he do?” You wondered, they were starting to approach you.

“Kie...Kie let’s go. He’s gonna worry about me,” you told her. JJ knew you would never ever get caught. And that you avoided the station at all costs. If he saw you there, he would ask-

“Excuse me, ladies,” Shoupe said, pulling JJ along.

You were still looking down, avoiding JJ.

“Y/n? What’s going on? What’re you two doing here?” JJ planted his feet infront of you, stopping.

“Let’s go!” Shoupe ordered.

“Y/n, tell me now,” JJ said, his icy blue eyes staring into yours.

You shuffled on your feet, something you did when you were about to lie, “we’re here for you! Pope called us.” You made up, Pope was usually always in the loop, so that made it a good lie.

JJ shrugged, wanting to talk further but Shoupe pulled him inside.

“Hold up man! One last thing!! She’s my girlfriend! I just wanna talk!” JJ yelled.

You bit your lip, but reluctantly, Shoupe let JJ through to say one last thing.

“You both better get outta here. They called my Dad. Things could get ugly. Promise me you won’t be here,” JJ said.

“No-“ Kie started but you cut her off.

“Of course. JJ, good luck,” you whispered.

He smirked, then saluted you and disappeared into the building.

After a few seconds, Kie grabbed your hand, “Come on, we should go in, get it over with,” she offered.

You pulled away and started walking down the steps, “are you insane? JJ is in there. And besides, his dad might show up,” you defended.

“Since when do you ever listen to JJ!” She argued.

“Since his dad is a man who will do whatever he wants!” You blurted, angerly waking away after what you said.

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” She calls after.

“You know why we’re here, right? We’re here because I’m weak. We are here because I let some guy take advantage of me, and...” you stopped, you didn’t realize tears were starting to roll down your cheeks. Quickly you wiped them away.

“Y/n...it’s not your fault. And we’re gonna get to the bottom of this, we’re gonna find out who did this-“

“You don’t think I know?!!” You shouted.

Kie looked confused, “You said you didn’t,”

“I mean...I don’t. Okay? Whatever. Look...I’m going home,” you answered, heading to your car that you drove there with Kie in, and driving away by yourself.

Kie was offended that you left here there, but she headed inside anyway, maybe she could help JJ.

As you drove away, you continued to feel more and more emotional. You didn’t realize you were speeding, until a cop car was tailing you.

You did what you could to lose it, turning down all the small roads, but it didn’t work. And eventually you had to let it pull you over.

When you stopped at the side of the road, you started crying. Could this day get any worse?

The officer tapped on your window, you wiped the tears away and rolled it down.

“Hi,” you croaked out, wiping more tears.

The male officer raised his eyebrows at the sight of you, “are you alright, miss?” He asked. He was young, a deputy perhaps.

“I just...need to get home,” you sniffled, “I’m sorry,” you paused when you tried to take a deep breath to stop from continuing to cry, “I’m having a really bad day,”

He sighed, “do you know why I pulled you over?”

You stared at him for a minute, then just shook your head no.

“What’s your name, darlin’,” he asked, pulling out a paper notepad.

You became nervous, what would this mean about your case before? What price would you have to pay.

You shook your head, not wanting to be there anymore.

He raised his eyebrows, “are you under the influence of drugs or alcohol?” He said.

You stuttered, “I...no,” you told the truth, but the tears started running again.

“Miss, I’m going to ask that you please step out of the vehicle,” he said in a orderly tone.

“Please...” you whispered, “please don’t hurt me. I don’t...I’m sorry for whatever I did wrong. But I can’t go there...he’s there,” you muttered.

“Hurt you? Uhh..alright, I’m just going to help you to the station,” the officer answered.

“I already told you-“ you cut yourself off and sighed, without another argument, complied with what the officer was saying.

You moved your car off the the side of the road to park, and got in the passenger seat next to the officer. You were familiar with him, it was a small town. You dealt with him when picking JJ up from whatever landed him at the station.

That’s when you remembered one of the arguments JJ always made after he did something stupid.

It’s not stupid if it’s brave

And sure, it wasn’t exactly true. But to JJ it was. And maybe it could help you.

“Sir,” you cleared your throat, “this is unfair. You didn’t even do a breathalyzer,”

He chuckled, “I have a teenage son. Don’t need to.”

“Bullshit.” You said, describing the situation.

“Excuse me?”

“Um..I’m sorry. Just- this is fucking unfair.” You said with confidence.

“Alright. That’s enough. You don’t talk to me that way. Especially since I can put you in a cell and make your life hell. We’re here. Get your ass out of the car and walk with me. If you give me any trouble your wrists will be tied in hand cuffs, alright?!” He said sternly.

You didn’t say another word, just stepped out of the car and walked into the station you came from this morning.

My heart was racing almost as fast as my thoughts. All I could think about was the consequences.

Before you knew it, you were in the cell. No JJ. Just alone.

Around 10 minutes later, the officer offered you a phone call.

It rung simply, in your ear.

“Pick up, pick up,” you muttered.

“Uh hello?” JJ answered skeptically.

You took a deep breath before taking, “hey, it’s me. Um I didn’t really know who else to call...”

“What? Wait. Where are you? I’m coming to get you-“

“JJ! I only get two minutes. So please just listen,” you started.

“You’re at the station? For what?!” JJ exclaimed, knowing you would never be in the position he was usually in. You weren’t like that. You grounded him.

“It’s bullshit. But I need your help. You know how you always get out of it? I need you to teach me. What am I gonna do?”

“Um..well Y/n it’s more complicated than just..my charm,” JJ said.

You rolled your eyes at his cocky ness, “well tell me. Because if this goes on record I’m screwed.”

“Okay? Well, what’d you do?” JJ asked.

“They..uh..have me in here for drunk driving,”

“The fuck?!” JJ exclaimed.

“I know. Who’s going to believe a drunk driver,” you muttered.

“Believe? What are you talking about?” He posed.

Suddenly, the monitor blinked twice, “call ended.” The lady spoke.

“SHIT!” You exclaimed.

“Miss, Sherif Peterkin wants to speak with you,” a deputy told you.

You frowned. What could she possibly want other than to gloat or lecture.

Nonetheless, you were led to her office, and sat in the chair.

There were a few moments of silence, just her, analyzing you. With those big brown eyes.

“You’re not going to argue anything?” Peterkin said, analyzing you.

“Already tried,” you stated. Avoiding eye contact.

“Not with me, you haven’t. Give it a go, hun,” Peterkin then leaned back into her chair.

“Fine. I wasn’t driving drunk. I swear. I was just..emotional,” you admit.

“And why is that?”

You looked at the floor, “do you really care?”

“I do if it helps explain why my deputy was so convinced you were intoxicated, he brought a girl like you behind those bars,”

“A girl like me? What’s that suppose to mean,”

“I know more than you think. I’d like to think of myself as..perceptive. I’ve seen you here with Maybank more times than I can count. And it’s always the same, he’s in trouble, and you’re here.” Peterkin explained.

“I don’t understand what JJ has to do with this.” You added.

“It tells me what kind of person you are. That boy doesn’t always know what’s good for him. He takes a lot for it. But maybe that’s why he keeps you around.” Peterkin continued.

“Keeps me around? He’s my friend. He doesn’t tell me what to do,”

“I understand. I think he needs you.”

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

“I’m going to let you go with a warning. But be smart Y/n. I don’t give chances like these to people who don’t deserve it.”

You nodded, “thank you.”

She led you out.

“Will this go on my record?” You asked before you left.

“No hun. I’ll expunge it. Alright? But I don’t want to see you here again? Not in this position.”

You nodded and thanked her again.

You could’ve told her what you and Kie had planned before everything happened. But you had just gotten off the hook, so you decided to save it for another day.

You stepped down the stairs and on the sidewalk, leaving the station.

Suddenly, a car sped down the road, stopping infront of you.

You stepped back.

“Get in loser,” Kie said from the passenger seat.

JJ was driving, relieved at the sight of your happy, tired, and slightly annoyed face.

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Your ‘hurting’ jj fix is and I swear the best thing I’ve ever read! I love it so much! You’re writing is so good! Thank you:)

thankyou. ur so amazing. These literally brighten my day sm .

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are you still doing ships? if so i’d like to ask for one. i have super long brown hair, its kinda wavy and i have bangs lol. i really don’t have a style honestly, some days i wear old fashioned tops with ripped jeans & a beanie and other days i wear a sweatpants with a crop top. i love to read & sing (though i’m not very good at it) my favorite artists are: jack johnson, jason maraz, the beatles, and lil peep. ik, very different. i’m very brutally honest and have a broken sense of humor. honestly my personality is 20% adam sandler, 20% jack black, and the other 60% is my attitude (curtesy of watching madea movies my entire childhood). i’m a disney finatic but i love horror movies. i also have a deep love for the ocean, and i am a killer skateboard-er. i have horrible depression, due to parental problems, and recently lost my bestfriend. (i’m okay tho don’t worry, still breathin.)

I wasn’t doing them..but u put so much effort into this sooo ig I’ll do it 😅😅

no question...I ship you with JJ Maybank! First off, he adores you from afar, always mesmerized by the way your hair moves by the breeze, or the way your bangs make you unique from any other of the pogues. Your independent and aren’t obsessed with how you dress, which Jj appreciates and that only makes him love you more. You and JJ can bounce your jokes and banter off of eachother very well, and most of the time, you are the one making him laugh. Which is why Jj likes to keep you close. When he finds out your life is sometimes a struggle like his is, he confides in you about his dad. And you are always sweet, sometimes more generous. JJ puts effort into getting you to open up because he cares, but he doesn’t pester you. Otherwise, JJs favorite thing to do with you is watch horror movies and teach/surf with you in the ocean and jam out to music no one likes (the other ppl on the obx, don’t take that too literally) but anyway, your friendship would be sound, and JJ couldn’t help falling in love with the little things😇😊

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Hurting - part 4

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jj maybank x reader

Previously: JJ and Y/n’s relationship is tested after the mental and physical difficulties of Y/n’s secret. She’s been an expert at hiding them, but now, he knows, and she has to face all her demons, and letting JJ think bruises are hickies is what she decided to do, to avoid the truth.

You didn’t need to get a job, because you were a ‘kook’ now. So what were you going to do with your summer? It had to be out of the house. And it couldn’t be with your best friends, the pogues.

You brushed the setting powder over your neck and jawline. Taking a deep breath before heading downstairs for breakfast.

You couldn’t face your mom, you were just going to grab some food and leave.

“Honey,” you heard a deep voice say.

You jumped and turned around, “um, yes sir,” you frowned, looking down at the ground.

“You’re mother took an early flight and I’m having a meeting here, so you need to stay in your room today,” your step father stated.

“W-wait, mom’s gone?” Your voice was shakey. You didn’t even get to explain the whole JJ situation.

“Yes.” He said impatiently, “look, doll, I don’t have time for you right now! My associate will be here any minute and if he sees you, we will have a problem,”

You didn’t understand, but you listened.

“Can-can I just get my bag? It’s in the front..um room,” you asked, meekly.

“Damnit you idiot!” He shouts, his fists clenching. You squinted your eyes on instinct, knowing he wants to punch you, knowing you were seconds away from pain.

The doorbell rang.

“Fuck. Get the hell out of my face,” he shoved you aggressively, then left your sight to get the door.

You stumbled, landing on the stairs, on your side. Cursing on impact.

You quickly got up, grabbed your bathing suit and ran out the door. Deciding to escape to the beach.

You put on your navy blue string bikini and quickly dove into the waves. It was weird because the last time you were here, you were with JJ.

He’s always been so sweet to you and you never knew why. Your first day on the island, when no one would talk to you, he came up to you. And being the established, well-liked person that he is, others followed.

You were very shy at first, and JJ didn’t know the real you until about a month in. But he didn’t give up, he was perfect.

You came up for air again. The salt not stinging your eyes.

Friendship. You’ve never had anything close to it until you met JJ.

But it’s too late. He’s gonna stop trying after what you’ve done, after what you’ve let him think you’ve done.

“You cheat on me?”

“W-why?”

“Answer me.”

“JJ...I think you should go,”

“Y/n.”

In your head it was the right decision. But in your heart? You’d die without him.

“Hey! Catch any good waves?!” Someone shouted from the shore.

You turned around from wading on your surf board. Waving to the boy at the shore.

A head of shaggy, long-ish brown haired boy seemed cheery. He threw off his button up and jumped into the waves.

You sighed, you were going to have to talk to this stranger. You almost didn’t have the energy.

“Why haven’t you been...around?” John B asks. You were surprisingly comfortable around him. He was your friend, you just didn’t notice at first.

“Just some...family stuff going on,” you shrugged.

“Ohh right. JJ told us!” He remembered.

“He-he what?” You stutter, afraid of what he might know.

“Yeah, he said your mom was coming home and she hasn’t in a while. That’s really all he said,” John B shrugged, flipping his hair after.

You felt like crying. Your mom wasn’t coming home, she was visiting for less than 12 hours.

“Hey...what happened to your leg?” He asked, swimming closer to you.

“Nothing, haha don’t uh..worry about me. How are..how are you?” You changed the subject.

“Well...oh shit! Did I tell you! I fucked uppp bro! I kissed Kie-“

“You did?!”

“Yeah! And she totally rejected me,” John B admitted.

“Did she like swerve? Or like push you?” You asked, curious about a normal thing for once.

“Nah, we kissed and then she pulled away, and said the no pogue on pogue macking rule. Fuckin JJ found a loophole with that,” he joked.

“A loophole?” You questioned.

“Yeah. Because you’re technically a kook,” John B shrugged.

“I guess,” you sighed.

“Hey, wanna get out of here? The waves are shit,” John B asked.

“Yeah.” You sighed, finally feeling calm for the first time in a while. Afterall it was a good distraction from JJ and everything else.

You and John B swam to shore and you threw a hoodie over your head.

“How good does the Wreck sound right now?” John B chuckled.

“So good,” you laughed, imagining shoving fries in ur mouth right now at the best restaurant in the Outer banks.

When you arrived at the restaurant, John B held the door open for you. He wanted to see you smile. You did, a soft curl of the lips, but it faded suddenly.

Something was wrong.

John Bs chest collided with your back, he chuckled. Because you stopped walking and blocked his path foreward.

“What’s up Y/n/n?” John B asked.

“Shut up-“ you said abruptly, John Bs eyes widened.

“Um..sorry. I didn’t mean to snap, just...don’t say my name like that,” you mumbled.

“Why? It’s your nickname right? Are you not cool with me calling you that?” John B questioned.

“No, no. I didn’t mean..just..nevermind,” you sighed. You just didn’t like it when people said your name loud in public places, you didn’t want to be recognized by certain people.

“Okayy? Anyway, let’s do that table in the back,” John B suggested.

“Okay,” you answered, keeping your head down.

He walked you to the table, and to your surprise, Kie arrived to take your orders.

“Hey guys! Is this a date? Or...” she joked. Laughing.

“Very funny Kie. Are you trying to make me lose my appetite? Poor business tactic of you ask me-“

“Hey! You asshole,” you mutter. Dipping your fingers in your water glass and spraying it at him.

John B tried to duck, but then bumped his head on the table.

You and Kie laughed loudly as he groaned in pain.

She could barely stop laughing, “can...ah I take your orders?”

“Yeah...um I’ll get um...John B what are you getting?”

“A cheese burger with no Mayo,” he told Kie.

“Idiot,” she muttered as she wrote it down.

“You want the usual? Fries and-“

“Ooh yes I’ll just have fries and cheese please,” you smiled.

“Yup, you got it. Ok I’ll be back,” she winked before leaving.

“By the way,” John B began, “I just want you to know I’d never make a move on you as long as your with JJ. I mean-Kie was joking in all-“

“John B, don’t worry about it ok?” You interrupted.

“Yeah but...I also wanted to ask you, what’s going on between you and JJ. Eveytime I mention him you get defensive,”

“What are you talking about? No I don’t,” you responded.

“Uh huh,” he said sarcastically.

“Look, the truth is, I just don’t care anymore,” you told him. You knew in your heart it wasn’t true, but it had to be. You couldn’t take back the fact that JJ thought you cheated. So you had to go with it.

“That doesn’t sound like you,” John B said.

“Whatever,” you sighed.

“Oh shit,” John B said, staring at the door.

“W-what? Is he here? Did you invite him? I swear to God,” you said in a hushed tone. You didn’t want to turn around yourself, in case you had to look him in the eye.

“No, chill. It’s..isn’t that your step dad though?” John B asked.

Your moth dropped slightly, “John B don’t say shit like that, your-“ you were about to tell him he was scaring you, but you shouldn’t admit that.

“Look behind you,”

“No I don’t want to,”

“Just look,”

You sighed, and slowly turned.

“Oh-“ you started to respond, but you practically felt your heart stop. Instantly, your breathing picked up.

“What’s going on between you and JJ? Why wouldn’t you want him here?” John B said, trying to pull your attention back to him.

You shook your head, instead of answering. You could hardly form words. Maybe it’s the fact that if your step father sees you here, there’s going to be some contact.

“Whoa relax!” John B said, placing his hand on yours.

Immediately, you pulled your hand away.

He furrowed his brows, confused and offended.

“Sorry.” you muttered.

“You wanna...leave.. I mean ... you wanna get out of here?” You suggested, afraid he would say no.

“What? Why? We didn’t even get our food!” John B exclaimed.

“I..I know. I just..don’t feel like eating anymore.”

“That’s so weird, Y/n. C’mon we can’t leave. Just suck it up for a sec,” John B said shortly. Tapping your shoulder.

“Okay,” you responded. You thought back to JJ. He never made you do stuff you don’t want to. He was just so caring to you. Not that John B wasn’t, just that JJ knew you so well.

A few minutes later, your couldn’t shake the thought that the man you feared the most was behind you. You didn’t have eyes. You didn’t have JJ. You didn’t have anything.

“John B, I don’t feel well I think I’m gonna head out,” you told him, getting up slowly.

“You sure?” He said, analyzing your.

“I um...” for some reason, blurred vision erupted, and you started feeling like you were going to faint.

You stood up slowly. But things were getting worse, and your stance was unsteady.

You gripped the edge of the table for support.

“Y/n...what’s up with you?” John B asked. Sounding annoyed.

For some reason a tear escaped from your eye, you were sorry you were annoying him. So you muttered a quick, “I’m sorry,”

John B stood up, he was now right infront of you. And then, you collapsed. John Bs arms wrapped around you and pulled you into him as you fell.

He was shocked by this. Struggling to hold you up.

No one seemed to pay much attention, but anyone in their right mind would know that they should probobly take you to the hospital. But John B, as did many of the pogues, didn’t always trust authority.

So he took you back to the Chateau, where Sarah, who took a class in Lifeguarding was considerably the doctor instead.

“What happened?!!” Sarah exclaimed as she saw John B carry you out of the van.

“She just passed out. Hey can you help me carry her?” John B grunted.

“Uh..I’ll get JJ,” she said.

“Oh fuck. Wait! I don’t know if that’s such a good idea-“ John B began but Sarah had already called him from working on the boat.

He ran over, his eyes filled with worry. He quickly took you from John B. Carrying you without a problem bridal style.

Inside, he let you down on the couch.

You were slowly coming back to consciousness.

“Put this on her forehead,” Sarah said passing a towel to JJ.

“Hey...hey Y/n. Come back to me okay? Fuck baby. Don’t do this to me alright, wake up,” JJ muttered into your ear.

Moments later, your eyes started to flutter.

To witch JJ sighed in relief, taking your hand and holding it tight in his own.

“Let’s call her parents,” Sarah suggested, grabbing Y/n’s phone.

“Sarah no. Alright? Give me her phone,” JJ demanded.

“No! If I was her my parents would want to know! It’s not normal to just faint-“

“Sarah, give me the fucking phone,” JJ persisted.

John B frowned, “hey watch it, JJ. Don’t talk to her like that bro,”

Sarah frowned, and out of spite began typing on her phone.

JJs temper only grew, he only wanted to protect you.

He grabbed Sarah’s wrists and pulled the phone from her hand.

“Hey!” Sarah exclaimed.

“Dude!” John B interjected.

JJ returned the phone to his pocket.

“Bro, I’m gonna kill you-“ John B said.

“Wait,” you said meekly, “JJ was right, okay? It would only make it worse. Just trust me,”

“But why?” Sarah said concerned.

You shook your head, signaling you couldn’t answer the question.

Sarah sighed and wished you to feel better before leaving.

John B then stepped to JJ, “you’re lucky your girlfriend is so sweet. I would’ve kicked your ass,” John B threatened.

JJ didn’t want to cause a drive between any more of the people he cared about. So he just accepted.

JJ then sat by you, despite what had happened before.

“You really scared me, Y/n.”

“Wasn’t..my intention,” you stifled out, trying to get up.

“Whoa...whoa, can you stay to get some rest? Just stay here for me,” he insisted with a hand on your chest.

“JJ...” you sighed.

“I know it’s not true. I know what you’re doing.”

“Stop. Please.” You pleaded.

“You didn’t cheat on me. Those are bruises aren’t they. They’re not hickies. They’re from him trying to choke you.” JJ explained.

“JJ get away from me. We broke up. I don’t....I don’t-“

“You don’t what? You don’t love me?! Huh! Say it Y/n. Look me in the eyes, and I leave for good,”

“I don’t! I don’t deserve you! You can’t me with me. I’m used, JJ. You deserve a girl that isn’t so-“

“Broken? Y/n, I’m just as fucked up as you. You know my dad hits me right? He beats me. And it’s wrong. And I hate him. But I can’t hate you. Ever. Not for what that sick man has done,”

At this point, you were balling. Wiping tears as soon as they fell.

“JJ...I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying. I thought you would leave.”

“It doesn’t work like that, when I love you more than anything in my entire life,”

“I don’t understand,” you stuttered.

“Understand what?”

“Even after you know what he does. How could you look at me, and still love me?”

“That doesn’t change all I’ve known as soon as I met you. And if you need me to prove it to you, I will.”

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maybebanks · 3 years

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stranded

summary: JJ doesn’t seem to like the new addition to the group, so in hopes of getting them to get along at least, the rest of the pogues leave them stranded in the middle of the marsh on Heyward’s boat

word count: 3.2k

warnings: lil bit of angst, mentions of an anxiety attack.

It wasn’t a secret that JJ wasn’t a fan of kooks.

Kie was an exception - she was only considered a kook because she had money but she was all pogue. And Sarah wasn’t too bad once he got to know her but she was still a kook, only an honorary pogue. But Y/n Y/l/n? Kook royalty, Y/n Y/l/n? No way, absolutely not. Hell would have to freeze over before Y/n could even be in the running to be a pogue.

JJ still remembers the first time Sarah brought her on one of their boat trips. JJ hadn’t been informed another kook would be coming aboard the HMS pogue, if he had he probably would have skipped out altogether.

“What’s she doing here?” he had questioned as he watched her trail behind Sarah.

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maybebanks · 3 years

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this song hits different when ur driving alone (or with friends if u have any (I don’t)) https://youtu.be/yE0vVmZEJbg

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