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beaniebeensbaby201 · 1 year

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Hi!! Could you possibly do a JJ X reader where the reader is feeling insecure and he helps them?

JJ Maybank x GN reader

This was requested:

Summary; Reader has been feeling insecure lately and they go to JJ.

WARNINGS: insecure reader

A/N: I hope this is good, it's not my best writing but I hope you enjoy!

It's been a tough few weeks, the feeling of loneliness and feeling as though you don't belong filled inside your head.

"Morning baby." JJ gives you feather-like kisses on your bare shoulders.

You played with the ends of his hair as you giggled softly.

"Morning." He softly grazed his lips over yours, you lean your head to meet his lips.

His hands roaming your body, your body feeling like it was on fire.

You loved him, but sometimes your insecurities get the best of you sometimes.

You stopped him, not wanting his hands to touch you anymore.

He stops his movements and looks at you.

"C'mon, let's go see the others." You push JJ off of you and roll out of the bed.

JJ looked like a lost puppy when you didn't give him another kiss like you always did.

"Morning guys!" You're energy wasn't as cheerful as it usually was, and it didn't go unnoticed by JJ.

Everyone looked at you two with confused gazes. Which didn't go unnoticed by you but you chose to ignore.

Everyone was heading for the van as you hopped in to sit by the window. You saw the way JJ laughed with Kie, as she jumped on his back. Your stomach twisted in knots, not knowing where you insecurities were coming from.

There was a song blasting on the radio, as everyone was singing along to it at the top of their lungs.

It was one of those days in the Outer Banks when the weather was scorching hot. The only way to cool down is to go on the HMS Pogue and go for a nice swim.

You saw Kiara taking her top off along with Sarah, but you kept yours on. JJ nudged you, as you still had one of his tanks on. You shrugged, not really feeling up to taking your top off.

JJ grabs your hand as everyone is swimming in the water.

You put down your cup of water, as you weren't much of the drinking type when the weather was this hot.

He had you caged in between your arms as your back rests against the bathroom door.

"JJ what are you doing?" You asked, you could see the worry in his eyes as you tried to get away from him.

"You're being distant. Since this morning you dodged my touch, you wouldn't even sit near me in the van. Last night you didn't want to sneak out and cuddle on the hammock like we always do. What's going on with you?" He asked, his voice getting a little louder with frustration.

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the wall.

"I saw you with a touron at the bonfire the other night." Was all you said.

"She was pretty JJ. I mean look at her compared to me! She's gorgeous, any guy would want her and you had the chance. You blew it all because of me." You rambled, not once did you stop to catch your breath.

You stopped rambling once JJ started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" JJ clears his throat, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

"I only want you. You're beautiful, your laugh makes my heart sing. Your smile makes my day, you're an amazing kisser, and you're the only one that could make my heart stop when you touch me. I know I sound like a girl right now, but you're the only one I want." You couldn't stop the smile from showing on your lips, as you stared into his eyes.

He was telling the truth, as his eyes went from your lips then back to your eyes. You pulled him down to crash your lips onto his, a surprised noise escaped his lips causing you to laugh into the kiss.

All of your insecurities washed away as you knew that JJ Maybank loved you, and only you.

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whyareyouhere66 · 5 months

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el em ay oh I'm back can I get

Side of Fries: Send in a character & a prompt and I’ll write you a short imagine (include preferred pronouns and whatnot)

okay okay hear me out JJ with the prompt "putting a gingerbread house together" and he just keeps eating the walls and stuff (pronouns don't matter!!)

I love this because he would so do that

side of fries coming up

“Stop touching that.”

You don’t look away from the small, definitely done wrong piping bag in your hands, and ignore JJ as he groans across the table. He slouches in his chair like a child, a pile of candy in front of him that gets smaller and smaller every few minutes.

You probably shouldn’t have given him the candy bags, anyway. He’s proving you right.

“C’monnn, we’re just gonna eat it later anyways!” His head falls back against his chair.

“yeah, when it’s done.” You look up from the sloppy piping job and place two of the gingerbread walls together. “Hold this for me, will you?”

JJ does it, though his face doesn’t change and his eyes keep to the frosting bag in your hand.

Picking up another square of gingerbread, you begin connecting it to the rest with frosting. JJ is watching, looking bored, even as you finish the four walls of the cookie house.

With the weather growing colder, the night dark much faster, you and JJ decided to stick around your house for the night. It was his idea, even though sarcastic, to build the thing. When he realized you guys wouldn’t just be eating the candy inside he lost interest a little bit.

JJ notices a spare piece of cookie, meant to be a door, but its too late for that when he takes a bite off the corner. Pretty good for a store bought kit- he chews it loudly and leans on his elbows. You’re trying to finish the roof when you hear the obnoxious chewing and your head snaps up.

“JJ!”

“what?”

You snatch the cookie from his hand, which bothers him way more than when you yelled at him. “Uh, wasn’t finished.” He tries to grab the gingerbread but you quickly shove the last of it into your mouth. His mouth drops a bit.

“Are you serious?” He deadpans, watching you chew up the last of the previous door. You shrug, going back to the gumdrop-covered roof. The sound of a scoff escapes him and he leans over the table and shoves your shoulder back, you crack a grin.

“You damn hypocrite,” you decide to ignore him when he cracks a handful of gum drops into his mouth.

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eternalbuckley · 8 months

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Confessions. — jj maybank

SUMMARY: He likes you. You like him. But guess what? You‘re both too afraid to tell each other that piece of information. Until one of you finally says the words you both are craving to hear from each other.

word count: 1,480

genre: fluff and slight angst | gn!reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings: teasing, mention of weed use, love confessions, some curse words, use of pet name (angel), english is not my first language, slightly proofread — if i forgot something, please let me know!

a/n: first time i wrote anything for our beloved jj! i’m on a slight writers block so it's shorter than my usual fics. BUT i’m still happy that i actually finished it :) happy reading everyone 🫶

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated and welcomed!

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“You fucking asshole,” you joked and nudged his arm slightly. He chuckled while you gave him his joint back after you took a hit from it.

You were currently sitting with your friend, JJ, at the beach. It was a more hidden area, your secret spot. You haven’t seen him in a while. Well, actually you did. But it has been some weeks since you hung out alone with him. The past few weeks put some distance between you, mostly because you both were scared. Scared of falling even more for each other.

Yes, you fell for one of your closest best friends. You might be an idiot for that, you thought to yourself. Nearly every day once you realized the truth about your own feelings. Sadly, you were almost one hundred percent sure that he didn’t feel the same way about you. Despite Sarah and Kiara telling you the opposite all the time.

Sarah knew from John B. how JJ talked about you in front of him and Pope every time the three of them were alone together. Your friends knew that the way he looked at you and treated you gave everything about his real feelings away.

That boy was head over heels for you. But just like you, he was sure you wouldn’t like him back. Not someone like him. How could you after all? He was just a guy who either was high, running away from his problems, drinking, or spending time with his friends or specifically with you. The last two options are actually something good but JJ still didn’t see anything good in or about him. At least not good enough for you.

On the other hand, everybody saw the way you looked at him as well. Either when he was looking or not. The way you were the only person who was able to calm him down. The way you would be the only one who was laughing at some of his jokes. You were the only person he would let in if he had a breakdown. Everybody could tell how much you meant to each other.

But sure, you both didn’t like each other at all.

“You know how much I love smoking with you, angel, right?” He grinned at you and took another hit from his rolled joint. That fucking bastard.

His grin got even bigger after he noticed the slight blush creeping on your cheeks. “Such a pretty shade.” JJ slightly put one of his fingers on your cheek and pointed out the red cheeks.

You widened your eyes and immediately laid down on your back. There was some grass underneath you – since you were sitting at the edge of the beach. You were trying to hide your face from him by looking at the sky. Even while you were starting to see the stars getting brighter, he still saw the blush he was causing on your face. You always blushed whenever he used that particular pet name for you. And he knew damn well what it did to you until now he just never said something about it. It had to be the joint finally taking in its effect in both of your bodies. Your eyes were still focused on the sky. JJs eyes were focused on you, even after he laid down next to you as well. The joint between his fingers was long forgotten.

Minutes passed by in complete silence. You didn’t trust your own body, so you tried not to look at him. You were too scared of what could happen if you did.

“No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind,” he whispered and broke the silence between you. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to say his feelings out loud even if it meant taking a risk. He had to.

You slightly gulped. “I don’t know what you mean, JJ. Like… You are on my mind too. Just like… Like everyone else,” you tried to calm yourself down. You exactly knew what he was talking about.

You heard him slightly chuckling because of your answer. He finally laid down on his back and watched the night sky as well.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, angel. Every time I try to stop myself from it, it becomes more,” he spoke softly. His head was still turned towards the sky.

You could feel his body warmth, both your bodies were laying closely next to each other. Both your hands were almost touching but no one dared to overstep this part. Your heart started beating faster because what if he actually liked you after all? What if your friends were telling you the truth all the time?

“JJ…” You sighed with a quiet voice.

“I always push everyone away but with you? It’s different,” he continued, “You’re special to me. You always have been.”

Each of your pinky fingers got closer but didn’t touch. You decided to let him talk and didn’t want to interrupt him until he was finished.

“I can’t sit here any longer anymore and keep my feelings hidden. I can’t and don’t want to lose you. It might be too late already and I might be selfish right now but I have to tell you these things,” he paused for a moment. “But you won’t leave my mind. I’m always finding myself thinking and smiling about your smile, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your favorite things and interests. How you laugh at my stupid jokes even if we both know damn well that they’re bad sometimes. I love the way you take care and be there for your loved ones. Especially for me, angel. Do you want to know why I call you angel?”

You hummed and nodded your head. Your lips slightly formed a smile because of his words.

“Because you are the definition of being an angel.”

Your eyes slightly teared up at this confession. It took you a few seconds to process it but it ended up in finally holding his pinky finger. A small smile appeared on both of your lips.

You chuckled, “I hate you.” He knew it was one of your jokes.

“I’m pretty sure it’s quite the opposite.”

“How do you want to know that?”

He turned his body towards you, and you followed him. It’s the first time you noticed how close your bodies actually were.

“I‘m hoping it,” JJ chuckled nervously. He was scared he might fuck up everything he has with you. Unless he already did.

You looked him in the eyes. There was a light dim from the moon on his face, which let you see him a tiny bit better. Both of your hands were next to each others faces again. One more move and you would hold each other again but you both were too afraid to do it in that very moment. You started hearing your own heartbeat again the more you looked at him from this position. There was a comfortable atmosphere between you. And no one wanted to ruin it. JJ scooted closer to you, your noses were slightly brushing against each other. One more move and you could feel his lips on yours. You could feel his breath on your face and slowly closed your eyes with a short sigh.

"I.. I do," you suddenly whispered softly. You didn’t plan to but it just happened. Maybe it was the joint and how it calmed down your nerves.

JJ immediately sat up and looked down at you. He let out a surprised noise which made you laugh. You sat up as well and faced him. Taking in his hands, you repeated your words, to which he started to smile. He nervously brushed over your hands with his thumbs.

"I like you, JJ. You make me happy and you are my safe place. You probably always have been even when I didn’t realize my feelings for you. Even Sarah or Kiara couldn’t convince me of the truth," you chuckled at your own anxiety.

JJ eventually closed the gap between you and kissed you softly. There was no harsh pressure, just softness. He was careful. Testing how far he could go for this moment. Hearing the waves from the sea in the background made it even more perfect. Especially because after all it was your shared and secret spot. It already had a special meaning for both of you. Tonight, it made it even more special.

“Admit it, angel. I‘m just too irresistible,” he teased you after your kiss. That asshole.

You slightly slapped his arm. With a chuckle, you pulled him towards you. "Just shut up," and with that, you kissed him again.

It really took just one joint and smoking it alone with him to admit your feelings to each other. And it was the best decision ever.

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thewriterg · 1 year

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𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧

Pairing(s): JJ Maybank x gn!reader, Pogues x gn!reader

summary: It didn’t take a rocket scientist or Pope to figure out the chemistry between you and your supposed best friend JJ and finally since you were both eight the tension broke and you were left with bliss

word count: 750+

request: Hey lovely! i will request for JJ a really fluffy morning at the chetau and him telling the pogues she's the one and her kissing and hugging him many times making him blush. thank u for choosing me<3 —@maybankslover—

warning(s): suggestive, morning after type vibe, kisses, everyone is grown up 😊, lots of loving, small mention of jealousy, fluff and language

A/n: —GIFs; @hybridluv— I owe you all so many requests responses please continue to be patient with me 😩 Also happy bhm!

JJ lied awake his head laying on your chest the only thing shielding you and clinging to your body was his T-shirt and your black underwear the blonde found himself rubbing feathered shapes into your skin

You were both covered in a decent amount of marks from the other but JJ upped you quite a bit the once reddish marks beginning to turn purple on his tan skin that seemed to shine under the sunlight seeping through his curtains

JJ found the little strength in his body he had to slip from under your grasp out of the room into the living room of the chàteau

To say Kie and Pope we’re surprised was an understatement they couldn’t remember the last time JJ had been up before eleven am and here he was awake fully functioning at 10:50am

was he sick?

did he plan on killing someone!?

was he upset?

To say the pair were mildly freaking out was an understatement John B on the other hand didn’t hold the slightest bit of amusement on his face or hidden anywhere in his body language

The blonde maneuvered his way through the kitchen taking a bottle of water and those flip yogurt cups you liked from the fridge his hair tousled

“Have fun last night JJ?” John B called out to his best friend as the blonde looked at him with sheepish look taking his hand and rubbing it against the back of his neck

since when the hell was JJ shy?

“Im sorry man” JJ grumbled while John B rolled his eyes as Pope and Kiara stood confused as the time past

It wasn’t long before JJ turned to walk away and the angle of his body turned into the sunlight that spread throughout the living room hit the littered markings along his chest and torso

Now anybody who was close to the blonde would have thought it was from Luke his malicious father who couldn’t keep his filthy hands to himself off his son but this was different

These marks were pink and purple

not red and blue from bursting veins

And these bruises didn’t mark his face

but rather his collarbones, neck, and trailing down his torso down into the pajama pants he wore which rested on his hips that had faint hand marks that definitely didn’t come from a slap across the face

“You’re together!?” Kie squealed noticing the lack of Your presence around the living room even thought she knew you all came back to the chàteau after the kegger

“Yea and didn’t fail to let me know either going at it like rabbits all night” John B grumbled with the roll of his eyes chugging a water bottle in his grasp while Pope punched his shoulder as The brunette mocked hurt

“I just thought it was time we stopped chasing each other” The blonde shrugged his face becoming warm as he blushed in front of his friends

“Go get them J” Pope encouraged as JJ nodded taking a turn in his step on the way to room he claimed as his

💌💌💌💌

JJ quietly stepped into the room to see you already up scrolling on your phone at the sound of the door your eyes met his blue ones and you couldn’t help but let a small smirk etch it’s way on your face at the markings littering his tan skin

“This is a sight to see every morning” JJ smirked right back at you before handing you the yogurt cup and sitting the water bottle on the nightstand next to his bed before plopping on the bed next to you making your figure bounce

“They know” The blonde simply stated and you just looked over at him before nodding your head the comfortable silence falling over the both of you like a warm blanket in the cool evening

“I want you to know i meant everything I said last night that I loved you, love you more than anything, that we’re in this deep, deeper than the ocean” JJ went from fiddling with his finger to staring at you with puppy eyes filled with admiration

No humor in his eyes

Or mischief

Just pure truth and admiration

“I don’t want you to keep chasing me, we’re in this for real this time” You foreheads rested against one another as you stared into his soul and searched yours

There was no fault

There was no deception

Just pure love

Love deeper than the ocean

💌💌💌💌

I am so Rusty when it comes to writing outer banks 💀 but season 3 comes out on the 23rd! So I’ll have some new content for that

If you would like to be added to outer banks/ or any character from outer banks taglist let me know

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emsgoodthinkin · 6 months

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Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Rafe Cameron

⤬ reblogs, comments & likes are appreciated ⤬

Multi-Fandom imagines / videos 💭 📺

Eddie watching his gf stim

Eddie said sit on it

Obx daddy issues

I watch Scream for the plot

Subby lil Eddie

Joe🤝Joe

Eddie and Steve? Nah, Ghost and Konig

Eddie in a ski mask

Cute stupid head Ed

I can take them both (not in a fight)

Steve’s predator stare

If Billy was in Queen of the Damned

We all wanna sit on Keerys lap

Daddy Steve vibes

Head? Head.

Hybrid puppy Ralph vibes

Joes an ass man

Billy loves Steve’s eye contact

Joe calls Dacre mommy

Cocky Keery

Let Quinn take you to a bad place too

Arthur can’t take the pressure

Arthur deserves a good ride

Sweaty Ed

Joseph’s BBC

Eddie and corrupted princess vibes

Eddie soundgasm

Rockstar Eddie’s f*ck song

Looks can be deceiving Mr. Keery

Oh yes Rio

Steve Harrington? No, Steve Gallagher

Dacres fine like wine

Twitter links

Put a knife in me Rory

Rafe can handle it

Mommy Nancy

Damon’s words get you wet

Big boy Hopper

Big boy Billy

Riding Steve’s thick limbs

Eddie whoppin yo ass

Eddie say please?

Steddie voices

Do it in the shower Billy

Spencer is a womanizer

Dacre can’t stop lookin at you

Eddie’s warning stare

You crawling to Eddie

Eddie being too calm during punishment

Steve grabbing Eddie’s ass

Eddie’s jeans..

Which Joe can you see

I need Billy and Eddie to wreck me

Joe reacting to a dirty text

Eddie loses V-card

Your beautiful goofball Ed

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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JJ MAYBANK ; replacement

summary ; the falling out of pogues jj maybank and y/n l/n

warnings ; language, shit talking, fighting, the term girly used to refer to voice

work count ; 1.4k

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You collect sea shells along the beach while JJ surfs far out in the water. This was your way of bonding with him now that John B and Sarah were gone.

He didn't talk as much to you as he used to, but he still took the time to hang out with you, Kie, and Pope at least. He was just depressed about John B being gone, and you totally understood.

Now, you sit in the sand, enjoying the salty air against your face as you watch JJ wash to the shore again. He picks up his board and unstraps his foot from the little device and walks over to you, hand outstretched to pull you up.

You take his hand with a little smile, the seashells in your pockets clinking and clanking as you walk away from the water.

"John B would've loved those waves"

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You sit on a dead tree log next to one of the campfires, located far enough away from the water. Your guitar lays in your arms as you strum the strings, lightly singing along as you play the melody. You make sure to keep your voice deep so you wouldn't have any voice cracks or sound too "girly" around all these people whom you didn't really know or didn't want to know anymore.

Of course, your friends were caught up believing Sarah Cameron and John B were still out there, having been sent texts from random numbers claiming to be them.

You'd never been the type to be fooled easily or quickly trust someone or something, it was no shock you didn't believe them, even after seeing the texts for yourself. You were the only one to not receive a message from them, which was why you were so skeptical. You knew John B knew your number by heart, having to call you over payphones when he got in trouble or lost his phone for the millionth time that day.

JJ was the first to call you a dumbass about it, deadass. The fact that you'd think that the pair were dead before thinking they were okay was insane to him. Then that started an argument, and now you were taking it out on your music while you could see them devising a plan down by the water.

You stand up, whistling along to yourself.

You think about how JJ yelled at you. So much for the best friend title. What a shitshow.

Kie and Pope just sat back and watched, they didn't do a thing.

JJ was known for little outbursts and tantrums, but you'd never seen him so mad. He looked at you like a thousand suns burned in his eyes.

He didn't tower over you physically, but mentally, it felt like it, it sounded like it. You'd never seen him so angry over something so small, which obviously made you fight back about how he needed to calm himself down about it. He just about lost it after that, with Kie and Pope standing off to the side unknowing of what to do as he threw a glass cup at you.

You stared at him with that familiar reminiscence that he for sure felt as well. You were JJ in this universe now, and he played the role of his father.

You jumped and stepped away to avoid the explosion of fragile glass and looked back up at him, your eyes swallowed by fear, pupils dilating. He was silent and still, probably realizing how he'd blown things out of proportion. He wasn't able to say anything or call for you as you ran outside and jumped onto your bicycle, trying to run away as fast as possible, in fear he'd run after you.

In fight or flight, you picked flight, you were outmatched in that case scenario.

Pope ran out after you but was unable to catch up or make you stop with his desperate calls. He stops in his tracks, a few yards away from the front of the house. He watches you travel away, using all the might left in your legs to get away as fast as you could.

You reminisced how close you were with JJ before John B went missing, even before all the treasure shit. You used to go driving around at the dark and enjoy nature and vent to each other before you hurt someone or yourselves. But now, it was like everything you'd built was just... gone.

You stand on the beach, venting out your feelings as you stare daggers into the back of JJ's head, standing down the beach about ten or twenty yards.

"I watched the flames in your eyes burn like hellfire"

You circle around the little bonfire, then move towards the largest one towards all the people, tourists, kooks, and pogues alike.

"The devil walks among us friends, I know this is true"

You notice Kie turn to look at you, happily enjoying yourself with the large crowd of strangers, quietly listening to you out of earshot. She turns back to the two boys, listening as they speak.

"One thing that I know, we need to take a look around. If I were the devil, this world would be my playground"

You strum the strings of your guitar, glancing up at the people singing along and watching and even recording you. You look up, using a slight form of acting to act out your words, furrowing your brows.

"As I place that thorny crown on my furrowed brow, well, I'd shine in all the tears of joy, yelling from the crowd"

You continue, aware of the strangers actually recording you, hoping they wouldn't post you online, although you know they would without your consent. Maybe it was just the fact you were a walking jukebox or your weird accent, but they genuinely seemed to enjoy it. Scarily enough, that included the weirdo Topper, too.

"If I were the devil, this world was mine to see. Well, I'd witness all the atrocities, and it'd probably frighten me" Your voice shakes a bit, looking over to see Pope, Kie, and JJ looking at you, probably listening.

You quickly looked away, not trying to interact.

"So I'd run back home with a story to tell. I'd tell all my demons friends that I always preferred Hell"

They must've heard you with that one. JJ furrows his brows while Kie shows the same, more lighthearted facial expression while Pope looks up at you with a visible apology as he catches your eye. JJ is the first to start making his way towards you as you talk to a group of three Pogues who'd been recording you, who genuinely wanted to share your talent online. They were also trying to use you as a jukebox, which didn't mind, since the Kooks' bluetooth speaker died long ago and music was needed at the moment.

The blonde quickly pulls you around by your shoulder, making you nearly hit him with the neck of your instrument. You jump out of your skin in surprise, then look at him, furrowing your brows.

"Fuck's up your ass? Replacing us already?" He asks in an intimidating tone.

You roll your eyes and turn back to the three pogues, apologizing before dragging him down towards the water for some privacy. Kie and Pope watch in the distance out of earshot, working as your body guards in case a physical fight starts.

"Fuck's up my ass? Are you kidding, JJ? Just leave me alone, okay? You're acting like I dedicated that shit to you, it's a song, get over yourself!"

"Get over myself? Says the one who ran away earlier! John B is alive, we're going to go save him, Y/n."

"Piss off"

You angrily walk back up the sandy beach, returning to the pogues with a smile. "Sorry about that, but what were you saying before we were interrupted?"

JJ looks on in astonishment, Kie and Pope approaching to make sure he was slightly okay after that.

"Fuck them"

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"Where's Y/n?" John B asks in concern, gasping for air, looking back up at JJ, Kie, and Pope.

The trio glance at each other awkwardly.

"Long story, we'll tell you later" Kie quickly speaks

"Are they okay? Did something happen?" Sarah asks, voice shaking a bit in worry.

"Oh, no, no, they're fine!" Pope exclaims, raising his hands up a bit as he speaks with body language. "Uh, there was just some... technical difficulties"

JJ scoffs, "Technical difficulties as in they replaced us"

"JJ!" Kie slaps the blonde's arm, eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm speaking the truth, Kie! They replaced us, they're done with us, get it through your head!"

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moralina · 1 year

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When his lips feel better touching yours

JJ Maybank x reader

A/n: felt like writing something, jj was the perfect option. Kinda inspired by what i used to do as a kid. I loved ants, now I'm slightly scared of them :,)

Warnings: i wrote this very fast and didn't proofread. Bad english probably. Can be read as gender neutral!

"What're you doin'?" JJ asked before crouching beside you, his right hand touching the grass.

"Careful!" You exclaimed quietly while you shoved his hand away. Eyes not meeting his but rather watching the ground before you, intently.

He kept his eyes on you, occasionally looking at the little ants making their organized line back to the large tree in front of John B's house. Your hands fiddled with some leafs, ripping them every so often and placing them near some random ant.

JJ smiled when he heard your hum of appreciation when one of them took the leaf. After a moment of silence you decided to speak again

"I'm helping them." You stated, voice sweet and low, as if you spoke any louder you could scare the ants.

"What?" You moved to look at him, careful not to step on any of the little insects. His expression carried confusion but his eyes still transmitted the same feelings they had just seconds ago.

Appreciation.

He couldn't help himself but appreciate every aspect of you. Your pretty eyes, pretty hair, your cute lips that he really, really wanted to kiss right now, and also the calming sensation you carried with you everywhere.

"The ants," you interrupted his thoughts once again "i was helping them with the leafs."

You said it so casually and sweetly he couldn't hold himself back, and with and swift motion his lips were touching yours. JJ could taste the strawberry lipstick you put on this morning, his favorite. You reciprocated the action immediately, being so used to his spontaneous acts of affection.

"What was this?" You asked after the kiss ended, his hands holding your hips, trying to keep you both balanced.

"Nothing." He smiled and pecked your now swore lips, this time quickly but with the same love and adoration as the last "you're just so goddamn cute."

A/n: kinda frustrating that i have so many wips and cant finish any of them. I started one eddie blurb for christmas like 2 months ago and it's not finished yet 😭 and then something with steve that i just kept adding more stuff and now i dont even know if it makes dense anymore. Then i have many others that i started and left untouched since 😤

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Opposites Attract

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{JJ Maybank x !GN! Reader}

Summary: When Y/N moves to the Outer Banks, you are welcomed by the Kooks, but as time goes on, all you want to do is spend more time with a certain Pogue.

Warnings: Blood, fight scene, & making out

WC: 2k

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The first time you saw him, it was your first bonfire. Pogues and Kooks alike danced around the flame, sometimes in pairs, other times alone. You were drinking a strong liquid from a flimsy plastic cup, and talking, only half heartedly, to Rafe and Topper. Each was trying to impress you in some way, and though their attempts had begun since the day you had arrived, neither would “let you go,” as they had said. You knew, however, that neither of them could let the other win.

As the two bickered, you let your gaze wander across the beach, surveying the teens walking over the sandy ground. There were girls in bikinis, despite the chill air, boys with slicked back hair, no doubt trying to impress the others, and some, who you assumed were the Pogues, who looked as if they didn’t care about their appearance. The same people, of course, were the ones that looked effortlessly flawless, soft hair and tanned skin, that curved in every way you would want it to.

You looked down at your own clothes, and picked at your hair, remembering how much time you had put into looking like this. It had never felt natural, but the outcome, you had convinced yourself, was always worth it.

When you looked back up at the crowd again, a blond-haired boy caught your eye almost immediately, and you couldn’t think of how you had missed him earlier. His skin was perfect, and his smile, you thought, was immaculate. Based on his clothing and worn out boots, you knew immediately that he was a Pogue, but for the first time since you had come to the Outer Banks, you didn’t really care.

As he glances your way, probably sensing your eyes on him, you turn back towards Rafe and Topper, who are still arguing. After a couple of moments, you turn back towards him, only to find that his eyes glance back over towards you. You smile and look down, slightly shyly as he notices and when you look back up, he’s smiling as well.

The second time you saw him, it was at the country club. You had arrived late in the afternoon with your family, wearing casual clothes that hugged your waist and legs. You were deep in conversation with your mother when you entered the large dining room, but your words caught in your throat when you saw him behind the counter serving drinks.

His uniform made him look even more handsome than before, and you found yourself staring, only snapping back into reality when your mother asked you if you were alright.

“Huh? Oh, yes,” you respond, stuttering, and as your family makes their way to a seat by the window, you can see the boy looking at you out of the corner of your eye.

You want to go up to him, ask for a drink, maybe even his name, because you know you’re obsessed with this beautiful boy. You want to know more about him, his family and friends, his life, but you stop yourself. Pogues with pogues and kooks with kooks, you think.

Eventually a waiter makes their way over to your table, and everyone orders. When the waiter leaves, conversation continues, but all you can think about is the boy behind the counter.

You are still deep in thought, wondering if he prefers the beach or the woods, when the boy appears, balancing all of your food in his muscled arms. Looking up, you watch him (almost creepily) place a plate down in front of everyone at the table, before making eye contact with you, and setting down your dish.

“Maam,” he says, a playful smirk appearing slyly on his face, as a blush creeps onto yours.

“T-thank you.” You murmur, maintaining eye contact with him as he finally turns his attention back to the rest of the table.

“Anything else I can get you?” He looks around, and when no one responds, glances at you again, and leaves.

The third time you saw him, you felt a spark. The beach was busy that evening, apparently surfing was a popular pastime as the sun dipped below the waves. You had never been much of a surfer yourself, but saw the enjoyment in it.

Feet padded across the sand, and the waves rushed against the shore as squeals of delight echoed through the air. Your nose was where it usually lived, in a book. This particular story was a romance novel, love at first sight, the usual. As your eyes scanned the pages, you heard a now familiar voice ripple through the sea of bodies towards you. Looking up, you suddenly saw him.

His hair was wet, and falling in strands over his forehead, and his muscular arms clutched a surfboard at his side. His skin was even more tan than it was just two days prior, and he wore the same gorgeous smile that you had first noticed at the bonfire.

You noticed, a little too late, that you were staring (yet again), at his indescribable features, and attempted to shake away your need to look, when he met your eyes. For a long moment, you just stared at each other, neither of you making a move closer or further away. Something lurched in your stomach when he sent you a small, sweet, smile, which you returned, and looked back in the direction of his friends, who were already making their way towards the street. As he reluctantly followed, his eyes stole glances back towards you, and you knew that something amazing could happen if you let it.

The fourth time you saw him, he finally kissed you. It had happened suddenly, and you swore that neither of you had been expecting it. There you were at the midsummer's party, in a new outfit and styled hair, smiling as you talked with Sarah and Wheezie, when you saw him, in his usual waiter uniform, looking as amazing as ever.

Before you knew it, the two of you were making eye contact again, smiling and blushing at each other.

“Y/N?” You could hear Sarah ask you, but it wasn’t until Rafe stepped between you and the boy you now knew was named JJ, that you snapped back to reality.

Rafe was facing JJ, now walking towards him, arms shaking and nostrils flared.

“What are you doing staring at her, Pogue?” He spat, making JJ cock and eyebrow at him.

“Sorry Cameron, I didn’t realize she was your property. Does she even know, or are you just helplessly in love with the new girl?” A smirk began to grow on JJ’s face, and if the circumstances were different, you knew that you would be smiling too.

“Shut your mouth Maybank,” Rafe shouted, almost directly in front of him now, “you don’t know anyt-'' but before he could finish his sentence, JJ had punched him square in the jaw, sending Rafe to the floor. Blood dripped from Rafe’s lip, and you put your hand over your mouth to hide a gasp of astonishment. JJ was on him again in a second, sending him further and further into the ground.

“JJ,” you start to call, but your voice is quiet compared to the screams and yells of the people around you, as they back away. Instead of trying to speak over the crowd, you walk forwards, grasping JJ by his shoulders and attempting to pull him off Rafe, who at this point is almost unconscious. “JJ!” You say again, and he finally turns to you, his fist still raised in the air, ready to strike.

“JJ, please,” you say, looking him directly in the eyes, and they visibly soften at the hurt in your voice. “Please don’t.” Slowly he lowers his fist, still looking at you, and you help him off of Rafe.

“I need to go.” He mutters, looking around at the people still staring at him.

“Wait,” you almost whisper, but he still turns. “Can I come with you?” The words are still a whisper, but JJ hears you as if you’re the only person in the room. He nods, and holds out his hand, which you take. He pulls you along with him, off the porch, through the sand, and towards the street where a motorcycle stands waiting. Swinging a leg over, he pats the seat behind him, and you hope on, wrapping your arms around his waist securely. Over his shoulder, you see him smile.

JJ takes you to a place he calls “the chateau.” It's an older wooden house right by the water, and though it’s run down, and the lawn is scattered with odd items, it looks comfortable and quiet, away from the bustle of the town nearby. He helps you off the motorcycle, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist as your feet fumble on the uneven ground. When the two of you reach the door, he turns to you and pushes the screen open. “Welcome to paradise,” he chuckles, revealing a narrow hallway that leads to the rest of the house. There is a door on either side, and another in the living room.

He leads you into the kitchen, his hand still holding yours, and you don’t know if he realizes it or not. However, once you reach the counter, he drops it, and turns to you.

“Why did you stop me?” He asks, curiosity evident in his voice, but he doesn’t sound mad or accusatory, instead, like he is genuinely interested.

“I-I don’t know,” you stutter, “I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He smiles.

“You’re pretty cute y'know,” he informs you, “for a kook anyway.” You can’t hide the blush that creeps onto your face as you respond.

“You too, for a pogue of course.”

“Of course, of course,” he laughs, looking down at the ground. “I’ve seen you staring at me, the beach, the restaurant. You like me or somethin’?” You blush again, smiling.

“Don’t act like you don’t stare back.”

“Yeah so?” he chuckles.

“So, you must like me as much as I like you.” You look up at him, only to find him already staring back at you.

“Then you must be head over heels for me,” he whispers, walking towards you, and putting his hands on either side of the counter, pinning you in place, his face only inches from yours. You look at him wide-eyed, and he smiles again, “aren’t you sunshine?” And then he kisses you. It’s warm and gentle, but passionate at the same time, and you return the feelings almost immediately, telling him everything you can without saying a word. Your hands reach behind his neck and run through his hair, and his snake around your waist and up your back. You lose the fight for dominance almost immediately but you don’t seem to mind as he pulls your flush against his chest, holding your body impossibly closer to his.

Finally you break apart slightly winded and gasping for air, your bodies still pressed together. “Nice to meet you too,” he jokes, pulling your lips back towards his own.

The fifth time you saw him, his arms were around yours on a beach towel. The sun had already set, but the crowd was still present, laughing and calling out for their friends in the dark. His hat rested over your eyes, and his face was buried deep in your neck, soft snores echoing from his throat. Your legs were tangled with his, and despite the heat, the two of you couldn’t have been physically closer. Finally, since the first time you had stepped foot on this new and strange territory, you felt safe and at home, with a boy you never thought you could fall in love with.

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Hey love!! Congrats with the 700 followers!❤️ Really deserved! Can I please ask for a Work room talk with prompt 1 from the fluff list with JJ Maybank? Thankyouu 💖

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You walk into the living room and see jj sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, that same scowl on his face that often adorned his face when he was upset. You knew why he was upset, you two had just had a small argument over whose turn it was to do the laundry, you know you did it last but he swears it was him. It was stupid but sometimes these little things happen in relationships, you didn’t want there to be any tension between you two anymore so you took things into your own hands.

You walked over to the couch and sat next to him, you purposely made sure your legs were touching slightly just to gauge how he was feeling about you in the moment, when he didn’t pull away you knew he was just putting up a front. jj was trying so hard to pretend he was upset with you even though he stopped caring immediately after the argument ended, you gently put your hand on his shoulder and ask him softly “are you still mad at me, baby?”

He doesn’t respond but you can see a small smile curling up on his lips, you chuckle softly and slowly move your hand down his arm, you gently untuck his arms and take a hold of his hand. “Is that a smile I see?”

His smile grows a little before he clears his throat and tries to fight his smile "I can't smile at you, I'm mad." Despite his words he interlock his fingers with yours and gives your hand a slight squeeze. You knew he’d couldn’t stay mad at you for long…he never did.

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thornnii · 4 months

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⎯ ☆ culture shocks

genre: platonic, fluff wordcount: 2.6k pairing: platonic!pogues x gn!reader tags: british!reader, exchange student!reader, reader is staying with the heywards, you/yours pronouns / 2nd person pov, underage drinking & smoking, swearing, does not stick to canon/pre-canon summary: a collection of moments where reader experiences some sort of culture shock while in america notes: it was weirdly harder than I expected it to be to come up with ideas. may end up doing a part two at some point

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being a part of an extra-curricular exchange student program wasn’t something you’d always planned on doing, but with your english language a-level it was too good an opportunity to pass up. the only thing that put a damper on your excitement was the fact that you’d be going alone. it’s not that no one else in your class was taking part in the exchange student program, it was just unfortunate that you were the only one being sent to a small island called kildare on the east coast of the usa; it was quote-unquote “paradise on earth”. you were going to be staying with the heyward family. from what you were able to gather from the internet the outer banks was a string of barrier islands off the coast of north carolina and south-eastern virginia, a popular tourist destination, and seeing the differences in how the locals interacted with each other, along with how they interacted with tourists would be interesting and beneficial to your studies.

you finished packing up your suitcases, sitting on them as you zipped them up to try and squeeze in as much of your belongings as possible for this trip. the school only permitted two large suitcases and a carry-on bag for the trip, so it was vital to you that you packed everything you deemed essential for this trip to america; a brimming pencil case, at least two notebooks, your laptop, tablet, headphones, two different books, your journal, and anything else you could think of to keep you entertained during the 11+ hour fight. everything else that you wanted to take with you, such as half your wardrobe, your skincare and makeup supplies, and a plentiful supply of snacks, was distributed between your two suitcases.

at 8am the next morning, all students from your year were stood out at the front of school, waiting for the coach that would come and take you to the airport for your 10am flight. you hoped that there would be no delays. the coach ride was long and bumpy but being with your friends and classmates made it more bearable. you all went your separate ways at the airport, saying goodbye to each other and your teachers that had chaperoned the ride for the next few months.

your flight landed at 9:27pm at norfolk international airport and you were greeted outside the terminal by pope, who you’d started a penpal correspondship with as a part of the exchange student program, and an older man who you assumed to be his father. pope held up a large cardboard sign with your name painted, somewhat neatly, in bright colours. despite the slight feeling of embarrassment that swept through you, you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. you walked over and greeted the pair, mr heyward offering to help you pick up your suitcases and load them into his truck.

the ferry ride from the mainland to the island didn’t take that long in comparison to your flight, but the jet lag seemed to make time feel as if it were crawling by instead. when you reached the heyward’s house, pope helped you to carry your luggage to the guest room that had been tidied up for your stay. unpacking took the better part of an hour with the occasional need for some rearranging, but finally all your belongings were safely stored.

pope introduced you to his group of friends the next day. there was jj maybank; a loud and boisterous blond, john b routledge; an easygoing brunette, and finally kiara carrera; a strong-minded beach lover even if she was technically from the rich side of the island, ‘figure eight’.

almost as soon as you’d opened your mouth to greet them, they’d begun asking about your accent. you explained about where you were from and therefore your accent which was followed by the dreaded “is that near london?” question, which you answered reluctantly. then jj was asking you about pronunciation, or rather he was asking you to say the ’stereotypically british’ phrases that floated around on the internet, such as ‘it’s tuesday, innit?’ and ‘a bottle of water.’. you had no idea if how you’d answered had been what he’d expected, but he seemed happy enough with your response.

something that seemed to surprise the pogues was the language that you used. obviously, the pogues were no strangers to swearing in conversation, but sometimes they seemed caught off guard by just how much you swore and the explicit words you used. more than once you’d have to explain to them how a lot of british language was based upon sarcasm and insults, even if they were meant in an affectionate or playful way.

such a moment was illustrated when you were on a call with one of your friends from england. it was noon back home so early in the morning in the obx; thankfully it was the weekend so you didn’t have to worry about any school related obligations. your friend was catching you up on events that had transpired since your departure, mainly gossip, and the pogues were curiously watching how you reacted to the news you were receiving. after one bit of slightly incredulous news you couldn’t help the retort of “that fat cunt!” slipping out. they all looked over at you shocked, but you hadn’t even noticed the looks your language had caused.

your call was over shortly after that, both you and your friend having other things that needed your attention. as you hung up the call, you finally noticed the expressions of your state-side friends.

“what?” you breathed out in a sort of nervous-confusion.

“you just called someone a ‘fat cunt’.” Kiara said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“ah, right. okay.” you realised what she meant. “I didn’t mean that in the way you think. like she is a cunt but she’s not fat. I meant ‘fat’ as in how much of a cunt she is, is fat.” you explained. you had no idea if they understood your explanation but you hoped they did, otherwise you were going to seem like a massive cow.

“gonna be honest, I always thought that calling someone a ‘cunt’ was more of an australian thing.” jj interrupted your thoughts. his words made you shrug, “the british too, i guess. especially if you live up north.”

a week passed. you were beginning to feel settled in at the local high school you went to with Pope, who had introduced you to the rest of his friends. pope had talked about some sort of bonfire party that would be held on the beach. it was gathering that all on the island were welcome to, ‘kooks’, ‘pogues’ and ‘tourons’ alike. picking up the colloquial language and customs were easy with how much the division of the upper and lower class penetrated the island, you already had nearly half a notebook full of annotations about the different language use. this congregation of everyone on the island was an academic opportunity too good to give up. though you’d probably just have to try and recall things from memory, taking a notebook wouldn’t really be fit for a party.

the bonfire was in full swing when you and the others pulled up to the beach in john b’s old vw camper van, lovingly referred to as the ‘twinkie’. there were a few kegs of beer strewn around the beach and a few dozen cigarettes were lighting up the still dark of the night sky like fireflies. music was playing from a pair of large bluetooth speakers, some random, probably pre-made, spotify playlist so loud that the bass pushed the thoughts out of your head. a group of people had created a dance area by the speakers, so close that it was almost impossible to hear the person next to you over the throbbing of the music. many were singing along to the music as they danced.

the dancing didn’t interest you to begin with, opting instead to grab one of the infamous plastic red cups, so often seen in movies, filled with a cheap beer. as you took a sip you felt an arm wrapped around your shoulders. in your peripheral you saw the blond mop of hair that belonged jj, the arm around you holding a burning joint whilst the other held a beer of his own. he noticed the scrunch of your nose as you sipped you drink, pulling the red cup away from your lips as though it had offended you, and laughed at the expression.

“what’s the matter? beer too cheap for you?” he asked.

“nah, it’s not that. beer’s weak is all.” you replied.

“weak?” he pulled back slightly as he asked, looking at you directly.

“yeah. what percentage is it? like a 2%?”

“dunno. probably something like that.”

“drunk stronger.” you shrugged and took another sip.

jj just watched with an impressed smirk. the two of you remained in a comfortable silence for a few minutes longer, sipping your respective beers and sharing the burning weed. you’d seen kie drag pope and john b to the dance area a few songs ago, but were now unable to identify them amongst the ever growing mass of dancers that had concentrated over by the speakers. just then you heard an all too familiar song intro. it had you straightening up, blocking out whatever jj was saying to focus on the song. you were half certain you had misheard, but no, without a doubt, ‘mr brightside’ by the killers was playing.

“holy shit, it’s mr brightside!” you all but squealed.

“mr what? what- where are you going?” jj yelled as you took off across the beach towards the music.

it had caught you completely off guard that mr brightside had started playing, despite the fact that you knew the killers were from la, mr brightside was such a classic british song, you’d hear at the pub, every school disco, year 11 prom, sixth form prom and any other opportunity where music could be played. you were yelling the lyrics from the top of your lungs by the time you’d reached the crowd. since the song wasn’t as popular in america as it was in england part of the crowd had dispersed and it was thanks to this that you were able to locate kiara, pope and john b so quickly. kie began singing and swaying with you to the music, behind her jj was running up and weaving through the remaining throng of people. the pogues smiled at your display of excitement, it showed how comfortable you’d become in the short time you’d been in the states.

you and the rest of the pogues were having dinner over at john b’s house, ‘the chateau’. everyone had agreed to chip in to help in one way or another; pope was providing the food in the first place from his dad’s store, kie was going to bring over her family’s slow cooker for the vegetables, jj was going to barbecue roast the lamb chops, and you were going to cook the potatoes. since it was a sunday and the rest of the ingredients were there, apart from gravy but you refused to go near american gravy, you decided to do roast potatoes. a make-shift sunday roast if you will. kiara didn’t take long with the veg, just under 20 minutes and you were only 5 minutes behind her with the potatoes. you and kie dished up the food you two had respectively prepared just as jj called through that the lamb was done. you and the others took your plates out to him to get dished up, kie taking her own plate as well as jj's.

you’d all decided to eat outside, and all though the others were used to the coastal humidity it still got to you during the evening where there was nothing to do, nothing to keep your mind off the blazing heat. basic conversation was flowing through the group as you ate your food until jj called out to you glanced in jj's direction and saw him practically inhaling his meal.

“christ jj, you don’t need to scoff your food that fast. it ain’t going anywhere.” you commented with a raised brow.

“I’m whatting my food?” jj asked, mouth full.

“first of all, swallow.” you waited until he complied before continuing, “second of all, I said that you were scoffing your food. when someone is trying to inhale their food, like eating without chewing.” you explained before your attention was taken away by something else you hated about the island’s warm climate; the inescapable onslaught of mosquitos.

“fucking midges.” you muttered, squashing the one approaching your food between your hands.

“what’s that?” kiara asked.

“hmm, oh it’s nothing, just complaining to myself about the midges, the mosquitos.” you clarified.

the conversation petered off into small nothings again until everyone was finished. you and pope were taking the plates inside as kiara cleaned up the slow cooker as best she could before having to return home with it. john b and jj followed the three of you in, john b saying to the room at large: “you three did a great job with the food.” jj clapped him on the back while you and kie gave your thanks over your shoulders.

“yeah, although I thought you were gonna do boiled potatoes?” pope asked you.

“was going to, but since it’s a sunday and the rest of the food is pretty much the same, thought I’d do roasties, felt like a taste of home having a sunday roast.” pope nodded, understanding that it was probably a comfort to your homesickness.

something that had caught you off guard the minute you’d arrived in america was the truth of how in movies or tv shows most people left their shoes on inside the house. it was more than likely that if you were to try that at home you’d get skinned alive by your parents.

the first time you’d stumbled upon this fact was when you arrived at the heyward's house on your very first night in outer banks. as soon as you stepped into the house in front of pope, who was helping you to carry in your belongings, you began to take off your shoes. pope noticed what you were doing and laughed under his breath at your actions, “you don’t need to take your shoes off, y’know.” you glanced at him and then down at your shoes, “it's a habit, I guess.” you shrugged.

another time that you were reminded of this difference was when you visited john b’s house for the first time. the floors at the chateau were rough and wooden, meaning that bare feet would be at constant threat of splinters if one was to take their shoes off. you’d gotten used to wearing slippers or just socks around the heyward house since their floors were laminated, but around the chateau it was safest to keep shoes on, no matter how innately wrong it felt.

in a way, not taking shoes off was beginning to grow on you, even if you would rather take that to the grave than admit it out loud. it saved time since the pogues were almost always on the move and staying outside more often than they were indoors. a downside was that it did make your feet feel kinda gross staying in shoes all day without a proper chance at breathing. another con was the production of blisters that appeared on your ankles from the constant wear.

it also meant that you were going through socks like wildfire. at least one pair a day, sometimes more if you went to the beach where clothing easily got soaked. you missed the laminated and carpeted floors of home where socks were only soaked from a downpour of rain.

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thewriterg · 8 months

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𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬

pairing(s); jj maybank x gn!reader, pope heyward x gn!reader, jj maybank x pope heyward

summary; fall break was a time for you to relax week with no stress… and chaotically carve pumpkins with your boyfriends —flufftober day; 5–

word count; 450+

warning(s); fluff, mention of knives, jj stressing his partners out, pope trying to live without being teased every 5 seconds, pet names, kisses, and language

playlist; dream by salvia palth

A/n:—GIFs; @moki-dokie & @olisgifs— something super short today bc I’m really not feeling it

The sun shined down on your covered skin by the sweater that wasn’t yours the wind blew continuously in small cycles and continuous period of the cool wind and then a moment pure warmth that wasn’t overbearing like the summer months in outer banks

A whistle interrupted your thoughts along with the sound of a roaring motor as you were met with the sight of your boyfriends riding up to the porch of the Château that happened to be empty for the day

JJ finishing off his ‘bird call’ as he would say hopped off the bike kicking the stand down as Pope followed behind him a brown paper bag in his hand pressed against his sweater covered torso before you lifted from your spot with open arms

The blonde got to you first engulfing your frame before spinning you both in a circle your feet dangling off the ground then setting you down pressing a kiss to your forehead before you moved onto Pope

“Nice sweater” He hummed obliviously as you pressed a kiss to your cheek sparring him from the embarrassment as his warmed cheeks despite the cool winds

“Yeah? We’ll it’s yours” You smirked at the brown eyed boy as he gently snickered a small ‘of course’ falling from his lips

“Who’s ready for gut plunging!?” JJ questioned mocking the sounds of a chainsaw as he shook the car I no took that you had lied out on the towel you had placed on the ground and you could practically practically Pope rolling his eyes from his position behind you

“This, is why we painted pumpkins last year” Pope grumbled taking the sharp tools from the blonde hold who pouted in response before wrapping his l a n k y arms around the brunettes waist before swooping in on his neck and nipping at the skin of that wasn’t covered by his hoodie before he shoe’d the blue eyed boy away his face suddenly hot while you giggled at the sight

“We should get started then yeah?”

💌💌💌💌

“Is it supposed to look… like a cousin affair?” JJ questioned and you chuckled at the description peering over at the missed pre-portion Jack o lantern

“It’s… unique” You tried to comfort the blonde a laugh held back in your throat as you leaned you head on his shoulder careful not not to knock over the bowl of pumpkin seeds

“Uniquely deformed” Pope mumbled a small smirk on his face as the blonde looked up at him a offended gasp resting on his lips as he lied a hand on his chest and you inched away from the pair when you saw JJs hand slip into the bowl of pumpkin guts

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winterrrnight · 15 days

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what’s stopping rafe from letting reader carve her initials on his v line ??? lowk might need a fic like this tbh

oh my god I love this so so much here is a blurb for you beautiful <3 i 100% see pogue!reader giving rafe a stick and poke tattoo of that heehee (especially maybank!reader cause r definitely learnt how to do these from JJ :p) let me know your thoughts on it ml! 💚

you give rafe a stick and poke tattoo of your initials on his v line <3 a rafe x pogue!maybank!gn!reader blurb <3 cw: established relationship, minimal usage of nicknames and swear words, usage of needles and giving a stick and poke tattoo, a very small mention of bleeding, I did research on how these are done cause I had no idea lol so if anything is wrong please forgive me 🤠🙏🏼

“really? you’d let me do that?”

“yeah sure, why not?”

you couldn’t believe your ears. it was just another night for you at tannyhill, you and rafe under his covers snuggled close to each other as you rested your head on his chest, your fingernails softly dragging across his torso. your fingers had just reached his prominent v line that was showing because his shorts were hanging low, and as you gently scratched it, your mind couldn’t help but think how enticing your initials carved against his skin would look. so, you asked him, and mentally prepared to get your idea straightaway rejected, but he complied, too quickly, and that definitely excited you.

you practically jumped off your bed to get your bag that you always brought with you each time you came to tannyhill and got your supplies out.

“you carry that with you all the time?” he asked amusedly as he saw you sit back down on the bed with your supplies.

“of course,” you said with a deadpan look. what kind of question is that?

rafe only chuckled and shook his head, watching you intently as you prepared everything for it – which wasn’t a lot, a disinfectant and a cotton pad, the bottle of ink, the needle, and a small container of vaseline – but you were definitely more hygienic when it came to stick and poke tattoos than your brother, who just straightaway dove into it.

you gently cleaned the area on his v line where you wanted to tattoo your initials with the disinfectant, and then got to etching the tattoo. you were slow, and careful. you kept on taking regular looks at rafe to see if he was in any sort of pain, but he was taking it like a champ, barely letting out any noises at the stinging of the needle. you kept your steady speed up, and carefully etched your initials, separated by a period mark.

“and done,” you smiled as you lifted your head from your bending position over his leg, and gently cleaned around the area and wiped the small drops of blood with the help of vaseline.

“whoa,” rafe muttered as he saw your initials on his v line, the ink black against his fair skin.

“you like it?” you asked with a smirk as you cleared your supplies and kept them back in.

“oh i love it,” he said softly, his gaze fixed at the initials. “that’s hot, like really motherfuckin’ hot,”

you softly laughed, shaking your head as you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his skin right next to the tattoo.

“now you’re all marked up.”

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I WANNA MARK RAFE LIKE THAT HELLOW???

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lowkeyrobin · 9 hours

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JJ MAYBANK ; i remember everything

summary ; after returning home, you & jj get in a fight after you try and ignore the presence of john b and sarah ; a part two to replacement

warnings ; language, physical fighting, 2nd person pov is omniscient and reveals that reader blames themselves / they're in the wrong

disclaimers ; never finished s3 bc it was so boring and idk what's going on w s4, so they're back home safe and without any gold I guess. the story will be that they're all waiting for court dates or smthn lol ; also feel free to send me jj/pope/kie requests lol

track ; i remember everything, zach bryan & kacey musgraves

word count ; 1.6k

masterlist ; part one

You sit on the sand, the water creeping up on your sneakers as you're fully dressed and just out of school. You think in silence, your eyes glazed over as you stare out at the horizon. You'd texted your friends that you were coming down here. You had a rough day, you just needed some alone time for a while to sit with your thoughts.

You think back to your real friends, the ones who didn't like you just because you were a walking yes button.

You remember how Kie and Pope clearly wanted to talk to you, but JJ always needed to step up and be an ass. You wished you could've just tried to speak to them, you didn't realize that they'd be leaving for good, apparently.

It'd been four months, you'd become more worried than ever. Your texts and calls were always left sent and unanswered, any attempt of constact futile. Kie's and Pope's parents were obviously the most worried as their children had run off with no trace.

They'd interrogated you over and over to no avail, as you didn't know anything. They just kinda left without you.

You wished you would've just for a second believed that maybe John B and Sarah were okay, but no, you had to start a fight. It was your fault, who were you kidding?

You remember the beat-down basement couch at JJ's that you all lounged on the few times when his dad wasn't around. You remember the time when you sang love songs to JJ as practice while he'd tell you about how his mom ran off and pawned her ring.

You remember that last smile, he only smiled like that when he was drinking.

Every time you thought of him, though, you smelt CrazyArt crayons, the ones that didn't even draw, you saw the same brown carpet that needed replacing years ago. Vertical wood in the hallway to paint the walls, it was engraved in your mind. You remember the dead flowers resting over the sink in the little windowsill above it, having been dead for months at least. They were completely wilted, most of the petals having fallen off, the glass vase stained with a little brown line across where the water sat still.

He probably didn't feel anything about it now, but you felt like you were driving through a hurricane. You felt like those dead flowers on JJ's kitchen windowsill, dead yet still not thrown away yet.

You lay back on the sand, your limbs sprawled out like a sad starfish. You pull your knees up, solidifying your spot in the sand. The grain knots itself into your hair, which wouldn't come out completely for a solid week since you learned the hard way long ago.

After twenty or so minutes of staring into the afternoon sky, you sit back up, attempt to shake any loose sand out of your hair, and stand up, gathering your thoughts in the process. You walk up the beach, returning to the road where your bike is perched on the curb. You hop on and peddle your way back home, cutting through town to do so.

You hoped a cold shower on this hot day would relieve you of the burning sensation on your skin, or at least help with your overwhelming, guilty thoughts. As you ride, you notice a few people walking down the sidewalk in front of you, thankfully leaving you some room to go past them.

As you grow closer, you notice their faces belong to those of your friends and an extra, for some reason. You smoothly swerve to the right, past Kie, not paying them any mind.

JJ minded, though, having tried to send a smile your way, for whatever reason. Kie did as well, as she opened her mouth to say hello.

"Hey, Y/n!" She defeatedly waves, letting her hand rest at her side as she watches you ride away.

You, out of fear and surprise, hide the sight away in your mind, because they were definitely your friends, or used to be your friends. Either way, they were home.

The next day, you had your headphones on while riding around town on your bike. You decided to enjoy some Zach Bryan and the heat, considering it was Saturday. You didn't end up going to that party with your friends, you just felt too groggy and gross after seeing them again.

You stop for a minute at Twist & Shake, wanting to get some French fries and some of that pineapple Dole Whip ice cream you'd been craving. You pull into the little parking lot and lean your bike against the building's right wall, not wanting to fight with the stand at the moment. You grab your wallet out of your back pocket and pull your headphones down around your neck, walking up to the order window.

You place your order and stand off to the side of the pickup window, hoping that no one was actively stealing your bike since it wasn't in view. You see a group of teens your age walk up to the window, of course, your old friends. You quickly turn your head away after getting a glance of them, tapping your foot on the pavement impatiently as you wait for your food.

"Y/n, oh my God, hi!" Sarah smiles, waving at you.

Her smile falters as you stare down at your feet, arms crossed as you wait. Her blonde hair frames her saddened face as she looks over at John B and Kie with a confused look. She looks hurt, she'd never left anything off on horrible terms with you, even if, lightly bad. She thought you were friends now.

Kie shrugs, pulling a twenty from her pocket as John B turns to JJ and Pope. Kie and Cleo lean against the sill against the ordering window as they order for themselves and their friends.

JJ rolls his eyes. "I told you, they replaced us"

"What do you mean?" Sarah asks, "I- They aren't here with anyone? What happened? Did we do something?-"

"No, they did something," JJ clarifies, "We got in a fight, and now they won't talk to any of us, like I said."

Pope shakes his head, "You got in a fight with them," He corrects, "They had a right to be suspicious about if they were really alive. They've been through enough, JJ. If you even cared, you'd notice that, but you had to put yourself first-"

"I didn't put myself first, I put John B and Sarah first!-"

John B rests a hand on JJ's shoulder, silently telling him to back off and calm down. The blonde stops himself, taking a breath.

"Try speaking up, maybe they didn't hear you" Pope hopefully says to Sarah, seeing her desperation to talk to you again.

"Y/n?" Sarah calls, making sure she's loud enough for you to hear. "Hey, it's me, Sarah?"

You continue to ignore her, feeling guilty as you do so. You just weren't ready to speak to them yet, you already felt awful but you didn't realize you were only making it worse.

JJ, now upset, walks up to you, shoving your shoulder. You look up at him, nearly glaring at him.

"Fuck is your problem?" He asks, "John B and Sarah are alive and you're gonna ignore them? You're gonna ignore us?"

"I'm not ignoring you. I don't want anything to do with you" You mumble, "Leave me alone"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" JJ asks, "You're seriously still doing this shit? You really never cared, did you?"

"Shut up, JJ. It's almost like I don't wanna fucking talk to you right now-"

"Yeah, cause you replaced your actual friends, you peace of shit." He spits, "Shows how much you care"

You push him away, not wanting to interact. Kie turns her head as the employee hands her change back, seeing you push the blonde away from you.

"Guys?-"

JJ pushes you back with a snarky comment. You push him back, cursing him out for some blind sighted reason.

He responds with a punch to your face, urging Pope, Kie, and John B to try and pull him away from you as you hit him back. Cleo and Sarah rush to your side, trying to pull you away as well, both parties unsuccessful.

Shouting, gasps, and yells fill the air as you two hit each other over and over, yelling profanities back and forth. You end up tackling him to the ground somehow, the three behind him stepping back as he falls. You straddle him, landing blow after blow on him, like revenge for that fight months ago.

His face is bloodied, and in that moment, you pull yourself away, realizing that look in his eyes. You'd become his father. In some alternate universe, you were the abuser all along. You stand up, falling into Sarah's and Cleo's open arms. Shit, you didn't even know Cleo, but here she was, letting you fall into her.

JJ glares at you, wiping the blood pouring from his nose.

Pope shares a look with John B, then you, an apologetic and slightly scared expression in your eyes. You didn't even know why you did it, you couldn't even feel yourself when you did it.

"What the fuck?" Kie nearly shouts, looking between you and the blonde. "It is never that serious to fight in a parking lot of Twist & Shake"

"Apparently, it is." You spit, walking away to grab your food before you're kicked off the property. "I didn't replace you. I don't wanna die trying to save some gold, that's it. See you later, " you grumble, walking away with a sore eye and knuckles.

The group, minus JJ, share confused and worried looks, watching you glide away on your bicycle.

"Jesus Christ..."

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pariahsparadise · 4 months

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Can we get an enemies to lovers with JJ Maybank x gn!reader-

JJ and reader just annoy the hell out of each other, but maybe A gets into a fight and B decides to patch them up. They end up confessing to each other. <3

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a/n: i haven't written in over a year, maybe two. this is completely unedited and also not proofread AT ALL. sorry this is so late and so shitty, anon from april 2023.

pairings: jj maybank x gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

"What are you doing here?"

JJ starts, and is immediately punished by the pang of pain that rushes through his body. He pretends not to notice how your eyes glance over him, analytical, filing away every sign of weakness. He hates being vulnerable, especially when it's in front of you, but he doesn't exactly have a choice.

"Can I come in?" he asks, instead of answering your question. Wordlessly, you step aside, letting him walk past you before closing the door softly.

"Bedroom," you tell him, your tone gentler now. He wishes that's how you always talked to him. "I'll go get the first-aid kit."

JJ nods and finds his way to your bedroom, passing the framed certificates and shelves that adorn the hallway, filled with stacks of trophies and medals that you amassed over the years. Although he usually makes fun of you for being such a nerd all the time, the gold is a stark reminder of how you're actually extremely intelligent. You're worth something. Unlike him.

Maybe his issue with you has always been jealousy. Jealous that you've managed to achieve so much for a Pogue, despite having had the same opportunities as him. But it's more likely that he hates you because you're so icy, rational in your arguments, your words always so polished as they slice into him, cutting him down. He can see the judgement in your eyes when he smokes weed or drinks in front of you, when he cracks a stupid joke about the brunette he had in his bed the other day. He can feel the contempt in the insults you hiss at him when he goes too far and pisses you off completely.

But despite it all, he hates that he still wants to win your approval. That he wishes you would let him make you laugh like John B does, or sling an easy arm around you the way Kiara can.

He sits on your chair when you gesture for him to, placing the medical kit on the table next to it. JJ finally takes the time to focus his eyes on you, glancing over your white night shirt and impossibly short shorts. He feels a pang in his chest. There are dark circles under your eyes, and your hair is all messy. He obviously woke you up from some much-needed sleep. If he plans to win you over, which would already be extremely hard at this point, this would definitely be another set-back. Based on his past experiences, you're not particularly kind when you're sleep-deprived.

Which is why he's surprised when you begin cleaning his bleeding knuckles with the kindest touch in the world. The warm cloth is not nearly as comforting as the feel of your palm on his skin is, and he represses the urge to sigh.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" you ask him, moving on to apply some antiseptic to his cuts.

"Why should I tell you anything?" JJ asks, attacking you unthinkingly, reverting to his natural state of being in conflict with you. You stay uncharacteristically quiet, not responding to his taunt, and after standing still for a second, you go back to cleaning his knuckles.

Fuck. JJ's eyes fall shut, and he groans inwardly. Here you are, having let him into your home and bedroom, cleaning his injuries, and he's still being a dick to you.

"I'm sorry, I-" he suddenly gets cut off by your hands cradling his jaw, lifting his face up. JJ nearly gasps, and flushes out of his embarrassment when he sees your raised eyebrow, knowing you caught his reaction.

"Well, I was just going to apply some cream to the bruises forming here," you say, and you trail your fingers along his jaw, "but if it's such a problem, maybe I-"

"It's not a problem," JJ says, too quickly.

Without another word, and only the sliver of a self-satisfied smile, you treat his jaw and face.

JJ has always known he loves being the center of your attention. He revels in it, the way you glare at him after he provokes you, the way you yell when he steals your book. He loves being the only thing on your mind. But sitting here now, feeling your thumbs smooth along his cheekbones and your soft gaze, he knows there's most definitely a better way to receive it.

"What happened?" you ask again, and this time he tells you. Some tourists had been disrespectful to Kiara's parents at their restaurant, and it escalated to a fist fight between Kiara's dad and JJ and four other guys. The tourists must have had some level of common sense, because they more or less went easier on Kiara's dad, laying harder into JJ to make up for it.

"Assholes," you say when he's finished, barely concealed rage in your eyes as you appraise JJ and the injuries on his body with new context.

"It's fine, really," JJ reassures you, standing up. "Thanks for cleaning me up, but I should be on my way now-"

"Sit the fuck down." you spit at him, and he drops back into the chair with astonishing speed. "Take off your shirt. That fight was practically four-on-one, I'm not going to believe that you walked away with just grazed knuckles and a few bruises to your face."

Hesitantly, JJ removes his shirt. To your credit, you don't audibly react to the massive craters in his skin, colouring him in shades of ugly red and purple. Your eyes widen slightly, and after a few long seconds, you're back to normal and treating him with the same gentleness as before.

"Thank you for this," he says, more earnestly this time. You let out a hum in response, too busy doing your best to alleviate his pain. He goes on, "I mean it. You didn't have to do this, and I appreciate it."

You let out a sigh, raising your eyes to his face, "Of course I had to do this, JJ, it's the decent thing to do. I wasn't going to turn you away in the middle of the night, not in the condition you're in."

"Even if you think I'm some heartless bitch," you add, a moment later.

"I don't think that," JJ says, earning a scoff from you.

"Right," you mutter, straightening up and away from him. You pack the materials back into the kit and shut it with a loud snap, which is when JJ realises that you're done treating him. He puts his shirt back on and gets ready to make his exit when you stop him, again.

"Just sleep here tonight," you tell him, gesturing at your bed.

"What-no. Where will you sleep?"

"The couch." You don't even let him say two words of protest before immediately cutting him off, "Don't be obstinate. It's too uncomfortable there for you, especially considering the state of your torso, it's too late for you to walk back home or call someone to pick you up, so you'll stay here. I'll text John B to pick you up in the morning."

JJ listens to all this, taken aback by the amount of thought you've put into taking care of him. He scans your face, noting with surprise that your cheeks pink slightly when you make eye contact with him.

"What?" you say, a little flustered. He just laughs quietly, "Nothing. Just didn't realise you cared about me so much, 's all."

"Again, not a heartless bitch. Of course I care about you."

And just like that, there's a tectonic shift. The two of you are relatively unchanged, but there's this unspoken understanding that passes between you. It's the reason why you're able to press a soft kiss to an unblemished part of JJ's cheek before you slip out of the room, and why he's able to put his arm around you late one night when the whole group is hanging out at the Chateau.

He can't help but feel that the beating was worth it, really.

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