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maybanksbabe · 1 month

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𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 ➢𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒁𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - On a mission to retrieve a drone to help the group look for the Merchant, more hijinks ensue. Kodi gives the boys an insight into why Kie might have shot down John B. And as usual, nothing goes the way they planned it.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) - language, passing mention of sexuality, boys being idiots, canon-typical drama, if I missed anything lmk!

"THAT'S NOT GOLD," Pope stated with disappointment as Kie handed out a sturdy envelope with marker printed on the front.

"Holy shit," John B mumbled as he took in the sight of the envelope. Kodi helped Kie out of the hole and the two of them moved to join the boys with the envelope.

"This is from my dad." John B looked around in disbelief, clearly hesitant to open it just yet.

"Guys - code red. Code red - square groupers! Square groupers!" JJ alerted them as a vehicle approached. They all hurried around the side of the crypt and dropped to the floor.

"Lights!" Kie hissed and all the lanterns and torches went off. Kodi reached over to help JJ turn off his headlamp when she noticed he was struggling.

"It's those guys that robbed your house." There was no hiding the panic in Pope's voice as they huddled together and tried to keep as quiet as physically possible. JJ peered around the corner and everyone waited with bated breath.

"Is it them?"

"Homie's got a gun -" That was all the prompting they needed to turn their flashlights on again and take off in a run.

They scaled and cleared the gate with no issue at all. Except for Pope who got caught on the top. JJ drew the gun but John B immediately stopped him.

"No way -"

"You're gonna rip -" Pope's protests were cut off when his shorts came away and remained stuck to the gate. Unable to hang around, they curbed their laughter in favour of getting into the Twinkie first.

"Oh, my God..."

-/-/-

Back in the safety of the Chateau, they regrouped and composed themselves once Pope had put a fresh pair of shorts on. Kodi made her way into the lounge and saw JJ making a sandwich with mouldy bread.

"JJ, that bread had mould on it three days ago..." Pope remarked as he rejoined them. He just shook his head and carried on.

"I'll just pull off the bad parts. Plus, mould is good for you. It's just a natural organism..."

"I don't know how told you that but I don't think it's factually correct," Kodi interjected as she got comfortable on the sofa.

With the light of several lanterns and candles, they gathered around the table to watch John B open the envelope. JJ took a bite of the sandwich and immediately spat it into the wastebasket before rejoining them.

They all watched as John B unfolded a map and spread it out on the table. There was writing and small diagrams peppered across it.

"Holy shit..."

"Oh, X marks the spot -" Pope pointed to the hastily drawn X on the map.

"Wait - there's something else." He reached into the envelope again and this time pulled out a tape recorder. John B pressed the play button and it worked.

"Dear Bird -"

"Who's Bird?" JJ piped up, confused.

"That's what my dad called me..." John B trailed off.

"I hate to say I told you so... But I told you so. And you doubted your old man. I suspect, at this moment, you're filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight. But don't kill yourself yet, kid. I didn't expect to find the Merchant either -"

They all shared looks of disbelief, hoping what they'd heard was true.

"You were probably right to call me out. Wasn't exactly the father of the decade. What can I say, kid? I could smell the barn. And hopefully, we're listening to this in our brand new sugar shack in Costa Rica, living off passive investments and pulling on permits."

With each passing second, John B's eyes got glassier. Filled with unshed tears as he listened.

"If not, and you find this for less than optimal reasons, well, that's what the map is for. There she is, the wreck of the Merchant. If something happens to me, finish what I started. Go for the gold, kid. I love you, Bird. Even if I didn't always act like it... I'll see you on the other side..."

John B got up and walked away from the table. Whilst the rest of them marvelled at the fact that Big John had in fact found the wreck, Kodi wanted desperately just to hug him. Give him some kind of comfort after everything he'd been through so far.

Kie beat her to it and offered an embrace that he seemed to melt into.

-/-/-

Later that night, sat on the dock, they all felt the need to relax and destress. Kie strummed her Ukelele and JJ skimmed rocks across the water. Thunder rumbled in the distance and Kodi could smell the impending storm in the air.

"How much was it, again?" JJ spoke up, though his voice came out uncharacteristically quiet.

"Four hundred mil," Pope replied without missing a beat.

"Alright, let's talk about the split." The way JJ spoke almost made Kodi believe that they stood even the smallest chance of actually finding the gold. It was oddly refreshing.

"Before we say evenly, may I remind you I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us," JJ stated and held up the gun. Kodi shook her head slightly.

"You haven't trained -" Pope began to object.

"YouTube, bro!"

"That's really not the way forward," Kodi remarked quietly as she settled against the wooden railing behind her. Whilst Pope and JJ bickered, she noticed John B was disconnected from the conversation. She stretched her leg out to bump her foot against his as casually as possible. He lowered the bottle he'd been drinking from and they shared a look.

Are you okay? Kodi mouthed to him and he shrugged it off. That didn't make her feel any better, but she'd made an effort at least.

"What are you going to do with your eighty mils, Pope?" Kie queried, curious. Kodi watched as he thought about it for a long beat before turning to look at them.

"Pay for college in advance. And also, textbooks. Those are expensive," he replied with a slight nod.

"That's smart. That's a good plan," Kodi agreed and picked at her sleeve.

"What about you, Kie?" JJ prompted and the conversation took a slight turn.

"Yeah, what does a socialist do when she's rich?" Pope teased. Thankfully, Kie had the good sense to just laugh off their digs and remarks.

"I just wanna make a double album. About OBX, the Pogues. You know, the way Catch A Fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley Studio. Peter Tosh on producing -"

"Peter Tosh is -"

"Dead, I know." Kodi chuckled at the interaction and all eyes turned to her.

"Kodi?"

"Travel and surf," she replied quietly, "I wanna see the world. Put some miles on my soul. Experience the different languages, cultures, and food. Surf at the Eddie Aikau in Hawaii. I wanna see life beyond the Outer Banks." They all seemed surprised by her answer before JJ spoke up.

"I know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go Full Kook."

"You're gonna go Full Kook?"

"Yep. Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I'm gonna get a koi pond. Put a bunch of those fish -"

"I'm never visiting," Kie joked and a chorus of wishful laughter passed through the group.

"What are you gonna do, JB?" Pope's question turned all their heads to the boy in question.

"To going Full Kook," he replied with a growing grin. Everyone raised their drinks and toasted.

"To going Full Kook!" They all agreed and sat back in their chosen seats. A hopeful air surrounded them. The determination to find gold was a mutual desire.

They were going to make it happen.

-/-/-

By the following morning, the five of them were making their way through the waterfront. People were still working on clearing the damage left behind by Agatha. JJ whistled and caught their attention.

"You guys see that?" Everyone sat up and leaned forward to see what he was talking about. A speedboat was going in the opposite direction to them. It looked beyond expensive.

"That's the Malibu twenty-four-MXZ. The world's finest wakesetter. Number one in quality, luxury and performance," JJ stated and they all watched in fascination as it glided by.

"Two hundred K. Easy," Kodi remarked and ran a hand through her hair, her head tipped back to soak in the sun.

"We picked the wrong parents," Pope lamented before Kie interrupted.

"I hate to break it to you guys, but that's Topper and his girlfriend." Their amazement quickly soured and all eyes watched as the boat passed by. Sarah was tucked into Topper's side and held her nose in the air at the sight of them.

"You don't have to act like you don't see us, bitch." Kodi stifled a laugh at Kie's comment and put a hand behind her head, the other splayed on her stomach.

"Relax, Kie. If she wanted to, she would."

-/-/-

Stretched out in the back of the Twinkie, Kodi had lost track of what they'd been planning to do until they rolled to a stop and John B cut the engine. JJ turned and tapped her ankle, stirring her into motion.

"Alright, keep a lookout. We're behind enemy lines," JJ warned before loading the gun. Kodi opened her mouth to protest but John B beat her to it.

"C'mon, man, just put it back."

"What?"

"JJ -"

"You can never be too careful," he replied and Kodi shook her head in defeat. Pope climbed out and leaned into the passenger seat window.

"I predict that bringing a weapon into a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems than they solve."

"For a change, I agree with Pope. This is a bad idea." Kodi and Kie were the last ones out of the back and slid the doors shut with ease.

"I swear to God, I'm gonna throw that thing in the ocean, JJ. Put it back," Kie chimed in and he shook his head. Thankfully, John B pulled it out of his hand and put it in the glove box. Like a sulking child, JJ relented and climbed out of the Twinkie to follow after them.

"So, where exactly are we going?" Kodi questioned as they made their way up to the hotel he bussed tables at.

"We're getting on the internet because only rich people have electricity right now," he rebuffed and clipped his employee card to his belt loop. They followed him into the hotel through the trade entrance at the back and made their way through the teeming kitchen.

Steam, loud utensils and shouting back and forth made it hard to think straight. But no one seemed to protest their passing presence.

"See, they got the backup generators going? Kooks don't miss a beat," JJ commented quietly over his shoulder as they passed through the main floor.

When they finally made it to the room full of computers and WiFi that was actually connected, they all seemed to become frantic. Uncertain as to what they should check first. Pope got into the nearest computer and John B retrieved the map from his backpack. He read the coordinates out and they all gathered around to watch.

"- Boom, continental shelf, right there," John B pointed out with a gesture to the screen and where the red pin had landed.

"Well, if it's off the deep end, it's not going to be much of a treasure hunt, is it?" Eyes fixed on the screen, they watched in anticipation as Pope zoomed in, closer and closer.

"Shit, it's on the high side. It's only nine-hundred feet," John B concluded with an impressed expression.

"Oh, yeah, that's not too deep." Kodi's sarcasm was met by a subtle nod from JJ and pointed looks from Pope and John B.

"Is that doable?" Kie whispered, brows knitted together in confusion.

"Totally doable," JJ assured her and Pope protested.

"Will we be taking your personal submarine?"

"How do you know this, Mister Dive Master?"

"The Salvage Yard," JJ replied, matter-of-fact, "They've got a drone that can drop a thousand. It has a three-sixty camera and everything. It's for, like, deep dives and stuff."

"It sounds exactly like what we need," Kodi stated in agreement.

"Can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?" John B questioned, clearly not convinced.

"Well... My dad's grimy little hands are what got his ass fired. I guess the salvage captain frowns upon showing up shitfaced, turns out."

"Great..."

"The drone is there. It's in the impound yard, outback."

"How much did you say was on the Royal Merchant, again?" Kie shuffled in her seat slightly and tucked a few curls behind her ear.

"Four hundred million," JJ and John B replied in unison. Before any of them could reach the door, Pope had gotten up and stood in front of the double doors, arms open wide. Kie had a go at trying to move him, but it was no use. Thankfully, Pope didn't resist for long and they all made a dash out of the hotel, and back to the Twinkie.

"Can't we do anything legal for money?" the brainiac complained as they took off.

-/-/-

"Pope, we're not stealing the drone. We're borrowing it," John B explained for what sounded like the millionth time.

"Humans are the only animal that can't tell fantasy from reality," Pope quoted, staring out of the window. Kodi sat on the carpeted floor and watched as JJ rolled a joint, seemingly disconnected from the whole conversation.

"Did you come up with that?" John B questioned over his shoulder as he drove.

"No, Albert Bernstein came up with it, but it applies to this whole treasure-hunting thing."

"So, which is it? Fantasy or reality?"

"Why are you so weird, Pope?" Kodi nudged JJ with her foot. Thankfully, the conversation kept moving.

"It's fantasy, but possibly a reality."

"Reality," John B agreed with Kie. Kodi's attention turned back to JJ sparking up, the joint hanging from the corner of his mouth. Before the flame could make contact, Pope plucked it from his mouth and cast it aside.

"Keep the signal clear." The pout on his face was too much to bear and Kodi laughed as she watched him flip the lighter closed and tuck it back into his pocket.

"Alright, roll out." Kie went ahead and put the diversion in motion to draw out the security guard. Kodi, Pope, John B and JJ waited off to the side, hiding behind a parked boat.

"How's it going with Kiara?" JJ teased John B as they watched the guard follow Kie to the people carrier.

"It's not awkward, weird or anything."

"Honestly, I didn't think you were actually gonna listen to me..." JJ replied, amused by John B's answer.

"I was a hundred per cent sure she was into you. Pope would agree." Eyes turned to Pope, who was crouched at the end of the line. He refused to look at any of them.

"Ehh..."

"So, like, Kie. She definitely gave you the Heisman?" Kodi queried, both curious and just desperate to move the conversation along a little faster.

"Oh, no question. Yep."

"Maybe she's just into someone else," Pope suggested and it was Kodi's turn to snort quietly into her sleeve at the prospect.

"Or, maybe she's just not into guys." The three of them turned to look at her with confusion.

"What? I would know, I've got a foot in the door," she defended in a half-whisper. Mercifully, Kie had gotten the guard far enough away from the gatehouse and that was their cue to move in. The four of them took off in a sprint to get into the yard.

JJ was in front, John B next and then Pope and Kodi were side-by-side. She couldn't remember the last time she had to run like that without being chased. They caught their breath as JJ spun in the combination on the lock with slightly fumbling hands.

"Do you have the right numbers?" Pope quizzed as they watched him tug frantically at the lock, It didn't open.

"All right, so I might have the wrong numbers." A collective sigh of disappointment passed over them. None of them was sure of what to do next when a guard dog came sliding around the boats, barking and growling at them.

"Shit!" They all scattered in different directions. John B and Kodi hid around the side of the storage unit, whilst Pope and JJ took off.

"All clear?" Kodi poked her head around the corner of the unit and nodded. She watched him reach for a pipe and swing at the lock. Two tries and it split. They ducked inside and began looking around.

John B made a run for the storage cage and Kodi caught up to help him lug the two boxes they needed out of there.

"Well, that was fucking terrifying..."

--//--//--

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babeydollx · 3 months

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Jealousy | JJ Maybank

୨୧ Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, fingering.

୨୧ Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, JJ gets jealous of Y/N's friendship with John B after Y/N comes back from a 2 month long trip.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.5k

୨୧ Author's Note: Damn, this was the first fic I ever wrote two years ago, it's fairly obvious by the writing lmao. I am going to be reuploading all of my fics to match the changes I am making to my blog so.

You sat by the fire. Taking in the crisp autumn air around you, you’re happy to finally get to see your friends again, especially your boyfriend. You’ve been gone for two months with your parents because of your father’s work. JJ walks over to you with two beers in hand then passes you one.

“I’m so glad I get to see you again babe..” JJ smiled sitting down before giving you a gentle kiss on your head. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad too. I really missed this.” You said as he wrapped an arm around you. “Hey! Don’t hog Y/N! We missed her too.” Kiara said with a chuckle as she sits beside you, pulling you away from JJ into a hug. You laugh and hug her back, then look over to JJ. He looked annoyed.

“Ok Kie.. I get that you missed her but, I’d like to spend sometime with my girlfriend. It’s been two months since I’ve got to see her.” JJ said with a sigh. “Oh come on JJ.” John B said as he sat down with the rest of you. “She’s our best friend too, we missed her as much as you did.” “Sorry babe.. looks like you have to share for a little bit.” You giggled softly but blew him a kiss to make him feel better.

JJ chuckled quietly and pretended to catch it in his hand and put his hand over his heart. “Okay I get that you two love birds missed each other, but please, save that shit for later.” Pope said as he sipped his beer. You jokingly flipped him off. That’s how your relationship with Pope worked, you both teased and made fun of each other, that’s how you bonded.

Pope rolled his eyes playfully and took another sip of his beer. “But really Kie, now you’re hogging her, let JB and I see her too.” he chuckled “Fineee..” Kiara chuckled and let go of you, so you went and sat in-between John B and Pope. John B hugged you, gently squeezing. You giggled and hugged him back. John B was your best friend. You had known him even before JJ met him.

After you got a few drinks into you, you were playfully messing with John B. “I- okay is this how it’s going to be? Fine.” John B laughed and started tickling you making you squeal. “I- ok ok.. I’m sorry just stop!” You giggled. JJ watched you and John B laugh and mess around, all you could see in his eyes was jealousy. He didn’t enjoy sharing you, even with your friends and seeing the way you were with John B right now made it worse. JJ looked away from both then got up to get another beer.

Pope, Kiara, and John B had already left so it was just you and JJ now. You were a little tipsy but still aware of your surroundings. JJ was drunk and sitting on the couch, he seemed annoyed. “Baby..? Are you ok?” You asked sitting beside him and took one of his hands into your own.

“Do you love me? Or are you just with me to get close to John B?” He said sounding irritated. “Wait.. JJ where is this coming from?” You cupped his face to make him look at you, worry filled your eyes. “You and John B. I saw the way you acted with him tonight. You barely even acknowledged me.” JJ frowned. Even though he was drunk he was still making sense.

“I mean.. I was with you the second I got home this morning, we were together all day today baby.. and I loved it, trust me. Nothing makes me happier than being with you but, I also wanted to spend time with you and John B, Kiara, and Pope. I missed them too baby.” You said as you frowned a little. “I- I know..” JJ sighed. “I just missed you so much and.. I didn’t want to share you. I wanted you for myself.” He said. “Mmm.. well nothing is new there..” You giggled softly. “Plus.. you wore my favorite bikini tonight. You looked… so fucking hot. I couldn’t even keep my eyes off you.” JJ said as he got close to your ear, his hot breath tickled your skin. “You have no idea how much I just wanted to fuck you.” He whispered.

You bit back a whimper. You could feel yourself getting wet. You then closed your legs tightly. JJ looked down and smirked. “Mmm.. don’t close those legs yet baby.” He said as he spread your legs again. He pulled at the strings on both sides of your bikini bottoms, making the fabric fall off, your pussy now exposed. He then did the same to your bikini top so you were now naked.

JJ studied your body for a moment biting his lip. JJ then tugged his swimming trunks off and stood up beside the couch. You giggled and got onto your knees knowing exactly what he wanted. Your mouth latched onto his cock as you started to suck. JJ let out a low groan as you kept bobbing your head now taking in his full length. JJ let out a loud moan before pulling you up to kiss you passionately. You slithered your tongue into the kiss as he grabbed your waist pulling you closer.

JJ pulled back then picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist and he took you to his room. He walked in, shut the door, and tossed you onto the bed. You giggled as he got on top of you and kissed you hungrily. JJ then kissed down your jawline, then down your neck, and then to your breasts. His mouth latched onto your left nipple as he massaged your right breast with his hand. You let out a moan and gently bit your lip. He then switched now sucking on your right nipple, massaging the left. “mm.. JJ just fuck me already.” You whimpered tugging at his hair.

“Patience Baby Girl..” He said as he kissed down your stomach. He then reached to where you wanted him most. He planted a kiss on your clit. You giggled softly and played with his hair. He then licked up your wet folds. You let out another moan as he began to pump a finger into you while licking your clit. You let out a loud moan and tugged on his hair. “I- mm.. JJ I’m close.” You moaned out.

“Then cum for me baby.” He smirked putting a second finger into you and went back to licking your clit at the same time. You kept moaning out feeling a knot in your stomach. JJ kept fucking you with his fingers faster, he was intent on making you cum right there. You let out one last moan as you released on his fingers, trembling and tugging at his hair. JJ licked your juices off his fingers then put your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself. He decided to tease you a little more first, rubbing the tip of his dick against your folds. “JJ please fuck me already..” You whimpered.

Without a warning JJ thrusted into you easily because of how wet you were. You let out a loud moan and grabbed the sheets. JJ began to pound into you. You kept moaning out and grabbed your breasts squeezing them. JJ grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his eyes now trained on your breasts. He kept hitting your g-spot now making you scream.

“Mm.. you like that baby? Does that feel good?” He asked letting out a moan. You could barely form words, you were a moaning mess at this point and that turned him on more. JJ let go of your wrists and pulled out then flipped you onto your stomach. He slapped your ass hard before thrusting into your entrance again.

“Oh fuck Y/N! You feel so good!” JJ moaned out going faster. “I- fuck JJ!” You moaned out. “I- I’m close..” You gasped out and you grabbed onto the sheets. JJ slapped your ass again, there was now a red handprint on your ass. You moaned louder until you eventually reached your high and came. JJ thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and releasing his seeds onto your back.

You giggled catching your breath and laid down. JJ laid beside you and held you close as you rested your head on his chest. “Damn.. that was.. so hot.” He said catching his breath. You giggled and bit your lip. “Yeah.. I missed our sex.”

“I’m sorry for getting so jealous over you and John B. It was dumb and childish, he’s your best friend..” JJ said kissing your head. “It’s ok baby..” You smiled and lifted your head up to kiss his cheek. “I love you Y/N.” He said kissing your head. “I love you too JJ.” You smiled holding onto him tightly. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut and you fell asleep in JJ’s arms.

୨୧ Author's Note: thank you so much for reading, angels!

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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i loved the perv!rafe!! can u try doing perv!jj??

More Than Friends, Less Than Lovers

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of drinking, prev!JJ, mentions of sex, nudity

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Y/N finds out that JJ has strong sexual feelings for her but, she secretly feels the same way.

You ran your hands through your wet hair as the water from the shower head ran over your now sun-kissed skin. You had been out on the marsh all day on the H.M.S Pogue with John B, JJ, Kiara, Sarah, Pope, and Cleo. You guys pretty much went out on the marsh every single day. You didn't really care if you were blowing off classes or not as long as you all were having the time of your lives.

You all had decided that since it was dark out and you all had drank a lot that all of you were going to stay the night at John B's place. You finished washing up and once you felt nice and refreshed you got out of the shower and dried you hair and body off as best you could before wrapping the towel around yourself. You knew that no one should even be in the Chateau anyways so you were safe to go out with just your towel to go find some clothes from your bag.

You were searching though your bag for clothes but never noticed the blonde boy standing in the doorway eyeing you. When you found something that you wanted to wear, you stood up and your eyes widened when you saw him standing there. JJ's eyes were glued to you. You held the soft towel closer to yourself but, you couldn't deny that the encounter had turned you on.

"I- what are you doing?" You asked JJ quietly. His gaze finally left your poorly covered body before looking up at your eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked as he corked a brow. "I just- uhm- I was just showering and I came out to my bag to try and find some clothes to put on." You said nervously. JJ smirked when he could hear how nervous you were in your voice. "Well, if it was up to me, you don't need to wear anything, baby." He said with a smirk.

"I- what?" You asked in shock as you eyes widened. "You herd me, sweetheart." He smirked. You weren't sure if he was serious or if he was just kidding. JJ had always tended to joke around like that with you and all of the other girls in the friend group but, Kiara, Sarah and Cleo had always told you that when JJ would make those kind of jokes with you, it seemed like he was serious. You gaze met his again and you could feel your arousal between your legs. Then out of nowhere you decided to do what he said and you stepped out away from your bag before letting go of the towel, letting it fall to the floor by your feet.

JJ looked almost shocked that you really undressed yourself in front of him but, that didn't stop his eyes from lingering down your body, his gaze stopping for awhile at your breasts. You felt a blush creeping up along your cheeks. He looked up at you and had a devilish smirk on his face before he walked over to you. You looked up at the blonde boy. "Well?" You asked with a small smirk. "You were the one that wanted me to get undressed for you, now it's your move." You said as your smirk got bigger. JJ grinned and pulled you into a heated and passionate kiss. As the two of you kissed, he lifted you up off the ground.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and snaked your arms around his neck and shoulders. He carried you into John B's room before gently tossing you onto the bed, causing you to giggle and bite your lip. JJ smirked and crawled onto the bed, crawling on top of you and once he was hovering over you he kissed you passionately once again. As the two of you were making out, you realized what the two of you were doing and pulled away even though you didn't want to. "Wait.." You said softly as you rested your hand on his chest.

"What is it?" JJ asked. "What about everyone else?" You asked. "They're right outside. And we are literally about to fuck in John B's bedroom." You said. You noticed a devilish smirk had appeared on his face. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" You asked. "Good idea?" He asked. "It's a fucking fantastic idea." He laughed. "Honestly, I don't really give a shit if any of them walk in on us or if John B finds out we fucked in his bed. Honestly, it would probably turn him on knowing that his two best friends fucked in his bedroom, on his bed." JJ said.

You chuckled a little at what he said. "Alright just, please don't try to get us caught." You said. "Alright." He said with a chuckle before kissing you once again. He started to kiss along your jawline before kissing down your neck heading for your chest. Once he got to your breasts, he stopped and his hands came up to cup your tits. He looked up at you and gave you a mischievous smile before he latched his mouth onto your right nipple. You gasped and your back arched a little as he did so. You tangled your fingers in the blonde boys hair as he continued to suck on your hardened bud.

After a few minutes he switched, giving your left breast the attention he lacked to give it earlier. You bit your lip and whimpered softly as JJ continued to suck on your bud. After giving your breasts all that attention he started to kiss down your stomach but, you stopped him. He looked up at you confused on why you had stopped him from continuing. "Is something wrong?" JJ asked. "I can stop if you want." He said softly. "I- no no, it's not that I just.." You whimpered and bit your lip before looking away from the blonde boy.

"What is it, baby?" JJ asked with a small smirk, now realizing that this was about something else. "I need more.." You whispered quietly. "Need what? What is it that you need, baby?" He asked as his smirk grew even more. "I need you.." You said as you looked back at the blonde boy once again. "I just.. I don't wanna wait any longer." You whined. "I need you inside of me." You whimpered. "That's all you had to say, princess." JJ said with a smirk before he got off of the bed and got undressed. He got back onto the bed and spread your legs before positioning himself between your legs.

You bit your lip, waiting to feel him inside of you. You already knew that you had a crush on JJ and you wanted him like this but, you didn't realize that he wanted you just as much and you wanted him. You sucked a breath in before he slowly entered your soaked cunt. You gasped and your back arched off the bed but, JJ pinned you back down onto the bed. The feeling of JJ stretching your pussy out was an amazing feeling to you. You fucking loved it. You knew that JJ's size was probably fairly big but, you didn't realize that he'd be this big.

He pinned your hands above your heads and gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before he began to thrust into you. You gasped and moaned out as he began to fuck you. The feeling of his mushroom tip dragging across your gummy walls drove you crazy with pleasure. He leaned down and began to kiss and suck on the soft skin on your neck. You moaned out as you put your head back. The feeling of JJ thrusting into you was euphoric. You had never been fucked this good before.

You began to roll your hips as he thrusted into you. He let out a low groan as he thrusted into you and you met his thrusts. You felt that familiar knot brewing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around JJ's hardened cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum. "Fuck.." He moaned. "Are you gonna cum for me, princess?" JJ asked with a smirk before he moaned out. "Shit! Yeah, I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly.

"Come on, cum for me, baby." He said. With that your eyes rolled, your legs trembled and a scream tore through your throat as you gushed all over his cock. JJ thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white. He let go of your hands, freeing them from his grip as he slowly pulled out of your now sensitive pussy. You gasped a little and began to catch your breath. "Fuck, that was amazing." You said with a breathless giggle. "Fuck, I know." He said with a chuckle. "Your pussy is 100% the best one I've ever hit." He said with a smirk.

As the two of you were talking and trying to catch your breath while you were still unclothed, you didn't even notice John B standing there at the door staring at the two of you in shock. When you and JJ finally noticed John B standing there your eyes widened as you covered up your naked body with the blanket. "You two fucked in my bedroom on my bed?!" John B yelled slightly. "Fuck yeah we did." JJ said with a smirk. "And I'd fucking do it again." JJ said with a devilish smile.

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KIARA CARRERA — spring prompts 🕊️

A/N: oh kie…the frustration (which toned down after the first episode of S3 lol) and love I have for you. Now that I’ve completely finished the season…there’s definitely a contrast to her character this time around. I’m only here to give kie a fem love interest. Not your vibe and aren’t really interested? Please exit stage left now.

Synopsis: Kiara surprisingly gets insight on another kook, specifically the high-maintenance diva, Henrietta “Nettie” Beaulieu once they cross paths again over a series of unfortunate events.

Warnings: spoilers from the end of season three!

Using this prompt list here and numbers 49.) barbecue parties in the garden + 36.) rain in bright sunshine

GIFS BELONG TO: @esterexpositio + @henryburrell !!!

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“You’re staring.” Sarah whispered to Kiara on her way by with a plate full of platanos and pieces of hog that Cleo, Pope, and even Nettie managed to trap for dinner hours ago.

Kiara blinked rapidly and scowled over her shoulder at the blonde who smirked at her, walking backwards before taking a seat against a tree near John b.

“No, I’m not.” Kiara glowered.

John B finally looked up from his plate, butting in, “no, you’re not what?”

“Drooling over Nettie.” Sarah told the long haired teen with a bump to his shoulder, making Kiara widened her eyes and shush Sarah who shrugged her shoulders innocently.

It was a John B’s turn to smile now, “oh, yeah. You’ve totally been doing that since I got comfortable over here and this is my second plate.”

Greedy bastard.

“Um, the fact that you two are watching my moves today is completely creepy, I just thought you should know.” Kiara got to her feet, dusting off her Jean shorts.

She was on guarding the relic and gold duty while everyone else had their dinner.

Sarah laughed a bit, “it’s kinda what we have to do for each other since we chose to live out in the forest again and in a foreign country. You’re welcome, Kie.”

A wink was sent to the Olive-skinned girl, which irritated her more than ever.

This was somewhat true, after both John B and Sarah lost their fathers and after finally finding the lifelong treasure Big John searched for, they decided collectively to stay in South America for a little longer. They’ve done it before living on an isolated island for at least a month so what would it hurt doing it again? There were a few out of the group who contemplated about returning back to the Outerbanks right away: Pope considered heading back for school purposes but second-guessed not wanting to leave the pogues behind, Nettie hated the wilderness with a passion—the only time she was solid with being outdoors used to be for tennis and now it seemed like it shifted to gardening…mainly she thought about leaving because she didn’t have all of her skincare products with her, and Sarah struggled with the idea of telling Rafe that their father was gone for good this time.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” John B added, “I was wondering when you would come to terms with your crush.”

“Excuse me?!” Kiara hissed, stalking over to John B that he immediately sat up straight, “I do not have a crush on—on Nettie!”

Sarah frowned, leaning towards John B as she whispered, “I think she’s still in denial about it.”

“Seems that way, yeah.”

Kiara growled, ready to beat the two with a stick, “you two don’t know what you’re talking about, so shut up!”

“Like I said there’s nothing to be embarrassed about…I think you two would balance each other out with your hippy fiery socialist ways and Nettie’s… strong fashion sense?” John B struggled with his words that Sarah had to elbow him, quite hard.

Kiara was crossing her arms now with a scowl still written on her features. Was this the best John B could do to convince her when it seemed like he still didn’t know who Nettie even was?

“Is that the best you’ve got because that was a garbage take.” Kiara uttered.

Sarah swallowed her food, “what John B means to say is that you two could be the perfect match!”

“But why?” Kiara pressed, “last I knew there was something going on with her and Addy?”

John B awaited Sarah’s response since he didn’t know who that is either.

Sarah shook her head, “oh no that’s over. Addy’s dating some girl that’s on her cheerleading team. That’s been a thing since Nettie’s mother shipped her off to one of those programs your parents sent you off to— which was highly abusive, I hear, in Atlanta. she’s been single as far as I know. Also we just see something that you’re either oblivious to or playing stupid about.”

That made Kiara look over her shoulder at the pony-tail wearing girl. She was sitting across the makeshift barbecue pit which was covered in large leaves and surrounded by some wildflowers—probably picked by Nettie herself, providing an additional pretty view, on a stump next to JJ, surprisingly, laughing at something he was animatedly talking about. It was nice to hear some laughter around here, with Nettie’s sounding just like bells and hope.

Kiara would have never thought Nettie was in a place worse than Kitty Hawk. Especially when it comes to those that don’t deserve it. Did Nettie deserve it? Kiara and Nettie had almost a non-existent relationship? Well not really, back when Kiara, Sarah, and Nettie all went to the same school they only shared a class together freshman year. The first half of Kiara’s freshman year was something she wanted to burn from her memory but kept buried in the back of her mind instead.

She’s only known a few things about the girl in the short time that they interacted. Such as: Nettie was originally from Atlanta with a controlling mother apparently, Kiara knew her father was a firefighter but it seemed like he wasn’t around most of the time, and that she lived here in the kook area with her Olympian grandmother who actually lived across the street from the Carrera’s. Nettie’s been over Kiara’s house once or twice since Kiara’s father, Michael Carrera, thought the two would get along.

Yet it seemed like the more Nettie analyzed Kiara’s bedroom, it felt like judgment but Kiara misunderstood her direct tone—to a certain extent. Kiara always suspected that Nettie was more than just best-friends with the star of the cheerleading team and Nettie never brought her up once when she came over to Kiara’s house.

There was always more than what meets the eye, that’s for sure.

“And how do you know all of this?” Kiara asked, arms still folded, eyes burning on the back of Nettie’s frame.

Sarah awkwardly cleared her throat, “uh some girls told me at this party I went to…it doesn’t matter! The point is, she isn’t just some kook and there could be more between you two if you just try.”

Did Kiara want to try?

She could admit that she did judge her just as much as Nettie judged her. Yet she ended up here with the rest of them for a reason and she was there with JJ to break her out of Kitty Hawk so…where did that leave the two of them?

Soon she found herself heading over to Nettie as Pope and JJ tended to putting the smoke out from the leaves. Off to the side, Nettie and Cleo seemed to be holding a conversation to themselves now, while staring out into the open greenery of the forest.

The two shared two bottom halves of a broken water bottle, leaving Kiara to only hear the end of their conversation.

“Yeah, I don’t know sis. Just goin’ with the flow ya know?” Cleo replied before she perked up at Kiara making her way over, “what’s goin’ on, kie?”

Nettie glanced over at Kiara, before she brought her broken plastic water bottle to her lips but said nothing.

“Not much,” Kiara swung her hands in front of her as she faced the two girls, “you two holding out on the hooch?”

Cleo chuckled with a shake of her head, “what?! Nah! You’ve got to know the little bit we had was devoured by the boys days ago! Nettie here found us something else for the mean time.”

Nettie deeply inhaled as Cleo nudged her. A smile stretched over her moisturized lips as she held out the rest of the bottle to the brown haired girl, “here. I’ve made it myself with some leaves I’ve found scouting the other day. I’m sure it has some health benefits or whatever but mainly it tastes sweet, almost like fruit and it’s refreshing.”

Cautiously Kiara gripped the plastic, her fingertips brushing against Nettie’s as she sniffed at it. The smell was faint, herbal and did have a citrus hint to it which was interesting considering that it was filled with water and mashed up leaves?

Silently she wished that she wasn’t drinking out of plastic right now but giving their circumstances, she had to swallow that pride down along with the liquid. Everything Nettie described was true, it was earthy but slightly tart when it hit your tongue before it smoothed over with a sweetness as it glided down your throat.

“Wow,” Kiara found herself coughing a little bit off-guard, “it almost like a seltzer.”

“Riight,” Cleo nodded her head in approval, “its fire.”

Kiara popped her tongue with a nod of her head, “it’s alright even if there maybe chemicals mixed in with those leaves.”

“Oh here we go.” Cleo kissed her teeth, scratching at her hair as she looked away, already sensing what was about to come.

Nettie argued, “yeah it’s not the wreck’s supposed filtered water but it’s the next best thing.”

“What do you mean ‘supposed?’”

“What I just said,” Nettie stated, “I never knew filtered water tasted like well-water and here you are complaining about my beverage of choice.” She plucked the plastic back from Kiara’s hands.

Kiara frowned, glancing over at Cleo who raised her hands in surrender, unsure why this beef was occurring in the first place.

“Okay just because I have a opinion on something doesn’t mean you get to attack my family’s business.”

“It’s called making a comparison,” Nettie fully turned to Kiara, “dont get upset when I’m just providing a rebuttal for your opinion. You know it’s actually nice to see you back up the only two kooks who you might actually like, although they threw you away the second you didn’t live by their rules.”

Cleo began, “Whoa let’s not—

Humorlessly Kiara chewed down on her bottom lip in frustration before she spit out, “yeah well you’d know all about that wouldn’t you? At least my parents actually want me around. Shouldn’t you be mad at your meemaw or is she just the same as my parents?”

Realization crossed over Nettie’s eyes that Kiara knew why she “disappeared” for a year. It wasn’t much of a secret but everyone in town speculated their own rumors about why she left the Outerbanks. However none of those rumors were true and she wasn’t sure how much Kiara knew of her story at that hellhole but it didn’t matter.

She struck a nerve just as Nettie got underneath Kiara’s skin.

Nettie chucked the bottle to the left of her, getting into Kiara’s face as she glared right into her face. All Kiara could do was smirk as Nettie tried her best to be threatening, which Kiara heard she could be but nobody had the right to shit on her parents but her.

“Move,” Nettie yelled.

Kiara ran her tongue over the front row of her teeth, “sure…only if you make me.”

Nettie’s nostrils were flaring at this point and with a rough shoulder check to Kiara’s, she stalked off, leaving the rest of the pogues highly confused.

“Hey,” Sarah walked to Nettie who held up her hand to silence the girl who told Sarah that she’s, “nothing but a gossiping bitch,” on her way out.

“The hell was that, Kie?” JJ asked from behind.

Kiara threw up her hands, “I’m just using my own words against her’s. It’s not my fault she couldn’t take it.”

“Yeah I don’t think throwing each other’s pain in each other’s faces was the way to go about it, girl.” Cleo huffed with a shake of her head.

Kiara pointed at herself, “why am I being lectured to when she’s the one who started with me?”

“You didn’t have to throw the whole chemical line in, just be appreciative is all you could do.” JJ told Kiara who scrunched up her nose.

Kiara flatly said, “I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a thought…that happened to escape through my lips!”

“You’re not thinking clearly, Kie.” Pope added, still crouching by some rocks.

Kiara honestly felt like she was being attacked right now for just being herself and she didn’t need anyone to be on her side. It wasn’t supposed to be about sides with this group but Nettie was the new-new face to the family so why was it feeling more difficult to welcome her in?

“I don’t need you guys ganging up on me,” Kiara yelled, “if I would have known this is what staying in Venezuela would be like, I would have gone back home already.”

The friends went quiet at that, not wanting the bad to outweigh the good in this adventure but they were also her friends and knew how to call each other out on their shit.

“It’s not our intentions to make you feel like that and you know that Kie. We also know you’re headstrong, but you just need to see Nettie’s perspective. This isn’t her element and maybe the tea was her way of trying to I don’t know, bond with you?” John B was attempting to be the voice of reason, which was really shocking honestly.

Kiara groaned with her head thrown back, “fine! Whatever, I’ll go see if I can find her and have a proper conversation without you guys being all up in our business.”

“Whew! Thatta girl!” JJ clapped it up just for Kiara to send him a middle finger.

As the girl vanished from their view, they all turned back to each other with curious glances.

“Are we going to go ease drop?” John B asked, itching to follow.

Sarah held him back, “No, not yet. Let them argue it out first.”

Pope stared off in thought, “…do you guys think sending Kie after Nettie was the best idea?”

“Guess we’ll find out if the screams turn into pleas.” Cleo muttered, looping her arm with Pope’s as she sat on the rock behind him.

Kiara knew she had to be walking for at least ten minutes before she found Nettie by the river. It was much cooler here compared to the mugginess up on the hill and Kiara just knew she would find Nettie here. It was the one place where she could wash her clothes and skin in peace so it only made sense.

“Henrietta,” Kiara exhaled as she caught her breath, “you walk pretty fast for someone who hates the outdoors.”

Nettie rolled her eyes, turning back to press her chin into her arms, “leave me alone, Kiara Carrera.”

Kiara sighed as she fanned at the sweat on her neck before she stepped over the rocks and pebbles to stand beside her, “no, I don’t think I will. Not until we come to some sort of understanding, where we can be in the same space without being at each others throats.”

“You’re the one who has a problem with me.”

“What?”

“I knew you didn’t like me from the moment I asked if I could sit next to you back in biology class.”

Kiara frowned, “I don’t…remember that?”

“Yup! you ended up saving that space for Sarah while I had to squeeze in at a table between two other classmates.” Nettie rolled the tension off her shoulders, “it wasn’t a big deal but I just wanted to ask you a question since the classmates I was stuck sitting next to didn’t know shit.”

Like Kiara said, everything about that preppy school, she pushed to the back of her brain. She hated that she couldn’t remember this happening and how dismissive she must have made Nettie feel. Sarah and Kiara were still good friends before their fall out but Kiara felt like she wouldn’t have been rude about declining someone a seat.

Not purposely at least.

“Well…what was the question?”

“I don’t remember.” Nettie found herself saying as she trailed off in thought, “Probably something stupid.”

Kiara felt her nose wrinkling a bit in amusement, “Like us debating over plastic, water, and leaves when we don’t know what we’re gonna do about the treasure.”

“Hey, you started it with the chemicals and I’m all for keeping harmful chemicals out of the body but it’s pretty damn hard with us living like it’s the pre-historic times.” Nettie snickered, resting her cheek on her arm.

Kiara shoved her hands into her back pockets, “I’ll admit, I let it slip and I didn’t mean to insult you when I know what our current situation is.”

“Is this an apology?” Nettie felt her eyes forming into slits.

Kiara twisted her lips around, “…you said my parents threw me away like I’m nothing.”

“And you also said my parents didn’t want me, which is just as hurtful because you don’t know much about me…and I don’t know much about you. I don’t know why…when JJ almost hit me with that dreadful looking brown van after I overheard what your parents did…I felt like I needed to help you. I don’t even know you that well but I understood.” Nettie was staring out into the cool river again.

Kiara didn’t know how this made her feel, hearing Nettie admit this to her but surely she felt something…knowing that she cared about her well-being just a bit.

Henrietta is a gorgeous girl to Kiara with many layers to her. She sat there in what was uncomfortable silence because the two girls weren’t sure how they meshed together. She was the confident girl with a athletic legacy to follow who walked the halls with a bounce in her step. However there was also this girl who could spew venom so recklessly, yet felt the need to help break Kiara out of a place that could potentially ruin her life.

Did Nettie not want that for Kiara too?

Kiara swallowed the lump in her throat as her eyes trailed over Nettie’s bronzed toned arms, spotting the external wound right above the crease of her armpit.

“Did they do that to you? At the camp-program or whatever—in Atlanta?” Kiara slowly sat beside Nettie, stumbling over her words while getting a better look at it.

Nettie followed Kiara’s gaze and went to cover the wound, “yes but I don’t want to talk about that—not here—not now.”

Kiara exhaled and dipped her head, fully aware that topic was a heavy one and Nettie did not want to share that experience just yet.

It was Kiara’s turn to understand, to realize that Nettie was giving only what she physically could, even if that means in portions for right now.

“I’m sorry for getting off on the wrong foot with you, constantly.” Kiara said, looking into her dark eyes before quickly staring off into the distance, so it didn’t feel as if she was being weird in doing so.

She didn’t realize Nettie staring right back at her, wanting to hold her stare.

Nettie hummed, “and I’m sorry for always having my guard up…especially when it comes to you.”

With her hand resting on top of Kiara’s, Kiara felt her heart began to drum against her chest.

Oh what a feeling?

“Here’s to trying to be better…friends? Or just better towards each other?” Kiara tested but shamelessly stared down at their hands for what felt like awhile.

What a pretty picture, how her hand felt against her’s.

Her eyes flicked up to Nettie’s, watching as the fresh drizzle of rain flew down over the both of them. To the left of Kiara’s peripheral, she could feel the heat of the sun beginning to break through the cloudy skies and Nettie was now staring up at the once gloomy sky.

Kiara just wanted to kiss her.

And so she moved her hand from underneath Nettie’s soft one, trailing it up the side of her neck while Nettie looked down at the space where their hands once resided.

“…What’re you doing?” Nettie was quizzical, although it appeared there was amusement in her tone.

Kiara cleared her throat, “can I try something and can you promise that you won’t be disgusted by my actions?”

Nettie leaned towards Kiara as she pretended to think about it, “if you’re thinking about doing what I think you are…I hope you smell nice enough, especially with how long we’ve been out here.”

Kiara’s lips fell open into a gasp although her cheeks were tinted pink at her previous idea, “you bitch!”

A laugh erupted Nettie’s lips as she reached forward on Kiara’s sleeveless loose-fitting skirt, yanking her lips right to her’s. Instantly Kiara let out a sigh of relief against Nettie’s lips, using her hand to brace herself against Nettie’s thigh. Her heart may have climbed up into her ears with the way Nettie was kissing her, as if time was all they had.

She couldn’t find herself getting tired against her lips, with her lips following Nettie’s tempo. As Nettie was pulling away, she pecked Kiara’s lips a few more times before fully settling back, leaving Kiara to touch her fingertips against her own lips, eyes still closed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Nettie rested her hand against Kiara’s hand that felt warm against her thigh, “and as usual, you took too long.”

“Wooow, I mean Huh?” Kiara finally opened her eyes.

Nettie laughed, “I liked you from the moment I saw the turtle tapestry in your bedroom.”

“I couldn’t tell,” Kiara widened her eyes with a nervous laugh, “it’s clear we have a lot to talk about then.”

“Yeah…maybe somewhere where my hair isn’t getting drenched?” Nettie folded her arms over her head like the Regina hall meme.

Kiara rested her hand on the small of Nettie’s back before gliding it up the back of her neck, “I’ll help you with it later but first…I’ll take another one please.”

“Another?” Nettie asked, turning her lips right to Kiara’s, locking them together once again.

Nettie moved to cup Kiara’s jaw with a laugh, “you’re cute Carrera. almost cute enough for me to forget about my frizzing hair but it’s not gonna work for me.”

Kiara watched in slight disappointment as Nettie hopped to her feet, wrapping her ponytail into a bun. Then she held her hands out to help Kiara to her feet, the two staring at each other in wonder.

“It was worth it.” She teased, licking her bottom lip with a squint against the sun, before nodding to the opposite direction, beginning to lead the way from the river.

Nettie shook her head as she stomped after the just a smidge shorter girl, “you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into when it comes to my pride and joy.”

“Oh, please. Don’t underestimate my magical hands,” Kiara declared before she paused and spun to peer over her shoulder, “that wasn’t a innuendo for anything!”

“Relax, before I have to calm you down with another kiss.” Nettie lightly threatened, making the tint in Kiara’s cheeks almost invisible as her brows raised in temptation.

Nettie laughed, reaching forward to turn Kiara back around by the shoulders as they trudged up the steep hill.

“Hey you guys!” Sarah greeted the two as they made their way back to the set-up.

John B immediately reached for Kiara, cradling her face much to her bewilderment, “oh, she’s good! No war marks on this one!”

“Get off!” Kiara playfully shoved the brunette away, who laughed.

John B then held out his hands for Nettie next as Kiara carried on but soon halted his movements as she told him, “Oh you do not want to do that when my skincare routines been out of whack for weeks now. Touch me with your filthy hands and you won’t see dawn.”

Letting out a low-whistle, John B stepped away while Nettie went to stand in the center of their temporary home.

“So everything went alright out there?” JJ asked, hands on his hips as everyone held their breath in anticipation.

Kiara looked over at Nettie as Pope tossed an arm over her shoulders, “I think we’re good for now, don’t you?”

“As long as you don’t disrespect my way of adjusting to this lifestyle any longer then yeah…I’ll give you your flowers.” Nettie was sharp with her words but the wink she sent Kiara’s way, was enough to let her know to play along.

“Well that was passive aggressive.” Sarah mumbled, tongue in her cheek.

Kiara glared at Nettie, “well how about I tell you where you can shove those flowers, huh?”

Cleo reached for Kiara to keep her from charging over to Nettie who laughed at her with a fan of her hand, “whoa! This hostility is really killing the vibe, eh? I thought you just said you two were good?”

“We’re works in progress but some more than others…” Nettie informed letting a few beats of silence go by before saying, “and my god you guys are so gullible!”

Kiara laughed in Cleo’s arms while the brown-skinned girl appeared just as confused as the rest.

Pope sighed and squinted against the drizzle of rain, “I was gonna say you two are going to give us some serious whiplash, especially since I saw you guys kissing down by the river.”

“WHAT?!” John B bounced on his toes in excitement.

Sarah’s joyful gaze immediately went to Kiara’s who quickly shifted her glaze to Pope with a shake of her head.

JJ laughed with a fist pump shooting into the air, “I knew it!”

“Jesus, Pope! How do you know that?” Kiara didn’t attempt to hide it.

Pope sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck as Nettie gave the boy a side-eye underneath his arm, “I may have stumbled across you guys on my way to use the bathroom.”

“I can’t believe you’re also a nosy asshole, Pope!” Nettie pulled his arm from around her, while Pope chuckled and gave JJ a low-five.

“Welcome to the family, Nettie! This is what you get so you might as well get used to it!” Cleo hollered as everyone circled around to pull each other into a group-hug underneath the Venezuelan rain.

Nettie gagged as she was smushed together by everyone but can honestly say she’s never been so accepted by a solid group of people.

And when she looked over to meet Kiara’s adoring brown eyes, Nettie held on tight with a smile meant solely for her.

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‘The truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back’

– Melanie Carmichael (Sweet Home Alabama, 2002)

Stevie hasn’t been back to the Outer Banks in 4 years. Ever since the atomic meltdown happened between her and JJ. The one they don’t talk about. The one that still has them hurting 4 years later.

When she finds herself back on the island to help her mother with the wedding preparations, she doesn’t expect for an ocean of memories, unspoken words, suppressed feelings and wrong decisions to come crashing down on her like a tidal wave.

What happens when old mistakes are being discovered, A love long forgotten is being remembered and a pristine A4 size manila envelope holds the key to Stevie and JJ’s future?

Chapter One Chapter Two

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runningfrom2am · 1 year

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the sea around us masterlist

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc) (eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

word count (so far): 83.3k :･ﾟ✧:･

this is my labour of love <3. it follows the plot of the show but rafe actually has someone who cares about him sooooo

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part one

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven, chapter eight, chapter nine, chapter ten, chapter eleven, chapter twelve, chapter thirteen, chapter fourteen, chapter fifteen, chapter sixteen, chapter seventeen, chapter eighteen, chapter nineteen, chapter twenty, chapter twenty-one, chapter twenty-two, chapter twenty-three, chapter twenty-four, chapter twenty-five, chapter twenty-six, chapter twenty-seven.

part two

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven

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rai-nie · 22 days

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are there still beautiful things?

a/n: hi this is my first post plz enjoy :) lmk if there's a name not y/n or n/n because i originally wrote this with an oc

pairing: f!reader x jj maybank

warnings: jj's dad, violence, swearing, argument, abuse, hurt/comfort, angsty, fluff at the end i swear

“We can’t be together, y/n. You’ll end up getting hurt.”

“I’m with you because I choose to be. Don’t you have trust in us?”

During all the reckless Pogue adventures, Y/n never got hurt. Never. Until now. It wasn’t exactly a group mission, though. JJ had gone to his father’s house to tell him about the restitution money and he didn’t want anyone tagging along. He didn’t want his friends risking their safety for his well-being. But, he underestimated his girlfriend. She was determined to better JJ’s life, no matter what it meant.

When Y/n reached Luke Maybank’s home, she could hear the sounds of arguing. The girl began running towards the commotion. Once the back porch came into view, she could see JJ and Luke shouting. Luckily, nothing physical yet.

“JJ!” She shouted. Definitely a bad decision. Both turned their heads toward her and she stopped dead in her tracks. JJ could see his father start to make a move toward Y/n and his heart dropped to his stomach. JJ quickly moved to block Luke.

“Who is this, your girlfriend? Does she know what a piece of shit you are? Huh?” Luke was up in JJ’s face at this point, the younger of the two determined to keep a straight face the entire time.

“Who am I kidding, she’s probably just as worthless as you are.” Luke scoffed. He stormed off of the porch, down to Y/n. She tried to back up, but Luke was quicker. He grabbed her by the wrist, pressing down so tightly she began to lose feeling in her fingers. JJ’s face hardened, if that was even possible, at the sight of his father hurting his girlfriend. Y/n struggled against Luke’s grip to no avail. The man got up in her face, the smell of alcohol more present than she’d ever experienced.

“Let me go!” She yelled.

“Shut up! Shut up, you bitch!” Luke’s anger got ahold of him, landing a right hook on Y/n's face, then pinning her to the ground. His hands weren’t around her neck for long before JJ kicked him off of her. Y/n was recovering while JJ fixed the problem.

The boy contemplated ending it for good, but knew that his life would end too. JJ’s mood quickly changed when he saw Y/n on the ground, cradling her wrist.

“Hey, hey. Let me see.” JJ took her wrist in his hands, his touch as light as a feather. It was red, and Y/n winced whenever she rotated it.

“It’ll be bruised, but you’re okay. How’s your neck?” Y/n tilted her head back slightly so JJ could get a better look. At the sight of the red line, JJ could feel his heart break into a thousand pieces. He did everything he could to protect Y/n, and it failed. He failed. JJ stood back up, turning his back to Y/n so she didn’t see the tears.

“JJ?” She stood, reaching to put a hand on his back, but he flinched. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay. Let’s just go back to John B’s, alright? We both need sleep.” JJ stayed silent, but agreed. He took Y/n's good hand and they walked to his bike.

The chateau was empty when the two arrived, which was beginning to be a normal occurrence. Y/n began to drag JJ into the bathroom to clean his wounds, but the boy insisted they just go to sleep.

. . .

When Y/n woke up the next morning, JJ wasn’t in the bed next to her. She listened for a moment, hearing the tab of a beer can open on the porch. Y/n climbed out of bed, sliding on some sandals before joining JJ on the porch.

“Hey,” her voice was hoarse as she rubbed his back. “How’d you sleep?” JJ didn’t say anything, just shrugged. It was obvious that something was bothering him.

“J, what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird since yesterday. You know you can talk to me.”

“Yeah, N/n. I know that, and I’m so grateful to have you, okay? It’s just..”

“Just what?”

“I’ve been thinking, and I don’t think we should be together anymore.”

Y/n's breath hitched.

“What? Why? Did I do something? If I did something, please let me know because I can fix it, okay?”

“N/n, you didn’t do anything. In fact, it’s what I didn’t do.”

Y/n tilted her head in question.

“I couldn’t save you, okay?! I tried and tried but he got to you too, and if we stay together, you could get hurt again, or worse, and I can’t handle that, N/n! I can’t live knowing I’m putting you in danger.”

Y/n's lip quivered and tears welled in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that the boy she loved so much thought he was the one who hurt her. JJ looked at her, two pairs of teary eyes meeting each other. JJ sighed, turning his back and rubbing his neck.

“JJ, I am with you through everything. That is what I signed up for when I agreed to this relationship. I do not care who your father is. I do not care what shit I have to put myself through to see you alive and well. I love you and I always will. I am with you because I choose to be. Don’t you believe in us? No matter what shit life throws our way.” Tears were flowing freely down both of their faces now and Y/n's voice was cracking even more. “I do not care that I got hurt, because I am fine.” All JJ could see were the marks on her wrist and neck as he tried to listen to her words. He wanted to believe her, and Y/n could see he was trying.

“What…What if you get hurt again? What do I do then, N/n?” His voice cracked and it broke Y/n's heart.

“I don’t know, J, because it's hypothetical. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us in the future, but I do know I want to be with you through it all.”

JJ was silent for a moment before he stepped forward and wrapped his arms lightly around her neck. Y/n sighed in relief and wrapped her arms strongly around his waist. JJ held her as if it was the last time he ever would, but he prayed to whatever god there was that it wouldn’t be.

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Whumpril Masterlist

Putting all of my Whumpril fics (and their respective pairings) under the cut! I will work on adding all of them to my main masterlist (which you can find Here), but I figured it would be cool to just have one dedicated to Whumpril!

Day 1: Idle Hands (Pope Heyward x Cleo)

Day 2: Get Some Rest (Marcus Alvarez x F!Reader)

Day 3: Tailed (Happy Lowman x F!Reader)

Day 4: The Same Mistakes (Isabella Bautista)

Day 5: Should've Seen It Coming (Nacho Varga x F!Reader)

Day 6: Doctor Recommended (Nestor Oceteva & Erin Thomas)

Day 7: It's Gonna Hurt (Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy)

Day 8: Whatever You Can (Opie Winston & OC Veronica Winston)

Day 9: Who Did This? (Jax Teller & OC Diedra Lowman)

Day 10: On My Own (Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers)

Day 11: What Did You Do? (Richie Jerimovich & Mikey Berzatto)

Day 12: Grave Mistakes (Horacio Carrillo & OC Diego Ramírez)

Day 13: Last Resort (John Wick & GN!Reader)

Day 14: I Said I'm Fine (JJ Maybank x F!Reader)

Day 15: Again and Again Part 3 (Juice Ortiz & Marcus Alvarez)

Day 16: Collateral Damage (Angel Reyes x GN!Reader)

Day 17: I Can't Do This (John B Routledge x F!Reader)

Day 18: All For Nothing (Angel Reyes & F!Reader)

Day 19: Flashbacks (EZ Reyes x F!Reader)

Day 20: Do I Know You? (Harry Hart x Merlin)

Day 21: Left Behind (Nestor Oceteva x Erin Thomas)

Day 22: Nothing New Part 2 (EZ Reyes x OC Lola Ortega)

Day 23: Nothing To Tell (Tig Trager & OC Claire Morrow)

Day 24: What Have You Done? (Horacio Carrillo & GN!Reader)

Day 25: More To Say (Javier Peña & GN!Reader)

Day 26: Won't Leave You Behind (Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers)

Day 27: Good For Something (Horacio Carrillo x GN!Reader)

Day 28: The Worst Of It (Coco Cruz x OC Daniela Reyes)

Day 29: Out Of Time (Amado Carrillo Fuentes x F!Reader)

Day 30: Far From Over (Gilly Lopez x OC Josephine Costa)

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babeydollx · 5 months

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The Fifth Day of Kinkmas: Nipple Piercings | JJ Maybank

Warnings: cursing, smut, nipple play, mentions of sex

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which, when Y/N is sleeping over at JJ's house, she tells him that her piercings finally healed.

Author's Note: sorry this one is short.

12 Days of Kinkmas Masterlist

You were laying beside JJ, snuggled up in his side when you looked up at him. "Mm.. Jayj?" You asked quietly. "Yeah cupcake?" He asks. "I have something I have to tell you." You said as you sat up slowly. JJ followed you and sat up as well before looking your way. "Okay, what is it?" He asked as he tilted his head. "I mean it isn't a big deal or anything but... my piercings healed." You said with a giggle. "I- you're nipple piercings?" He said with a grin.

"Yup!" You said with a smirk. "Wanna see them?" You asked. "Fuck yeah I do!" He said as he was quick to peel your top off of your body before discarding it somewhere on the floor. You smirked when you saw JJ's face. He was looking at your tits like he was a kid in a candy store. "Well, don't just sit in stare. Come on, touch them." You said with a giggle as you moved your long hair out of the way. His hands slowly moved up your sides before they reached your breasts.

He put his hands on top of them before gently squeezing them. You bit your lip as you watched him play with your tits. He massaged them for a little bit before gently tugging on your nipples, causing you to gasp and whimper. "Fuck.." You said quietly with a sigh. JJ just smirked before leaning down to suck on your left nipple. You gasped and moaned out, running your hands through his soft blonde hair as he continued to suck on it, massaging your right breast with his hand. He sucked on it for a few minutes before pulling back.

"Well we need to give the other one love, now don't we?" He said with a grin before moving to your right tit, drawing the hardened bud into his mouth, sucking on it. You put your head back and closed your eyes but your eyes quickly shot back open and you gasped when JJ gently bit down on your nipple. He pulled back to admire your tits before looking up at you with a smirk. "I am going to have so much damn fun with these tits tonight." He said with a devilish smirk.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Bath Time

Warnings: cursing, smut, nipple play, oral sex, unprotected sex

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N and JJ take a bath together but, things soon take a turn.

Character: JJ Maybank (played by Rudy Pankow)

Show: Outer Banks

You put your head back on JJ’s chest. You and your boyfriend JJ decided to take a bath together just to relax. The two of you have been stressed out lately so you both figured this would be a good way for both of you to relax.

JJ smiled and kissed your head making you smile. JJ was sitting behind you and you were in front of him with your back leaned against his front. He wrapped his arms around your torso and you smiled holding onto his hands.

“I love you J..” You said smiling.

“I love you too princess.” He said. JJ let go of your torso and began to just gently brush his fingers through your hair. He did that for a few minutes before kissing your head again. You smiled once more and stayed put.

Then his hands moved down to your breasts. He began to gently massage your breasts. Before you could say anything you felt him pinch your nipples making you gasp then whimper. He smirked and rolled your nipples between his thumb and index finger. You could already feel your pussy getting wet.

“Baby.. please..” You moaned out slightly.

“What is it princess?” He asked teasingly.

“Please fuck me..” You whimpered.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little pussy?” He asked once again teasingly.

“Please JJ..” You whimpered. He smirked. He loved to see you so needy for him. He helped turn you around and he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you passionately. You put your hands through his hair gently tugging.

He grabbed your hips and lifted you up slightly. You grabbed his cock and aligned it with your core before slowly sinking down on his cock. You both moaned out quietly as you did so. You held onto his shoulders for support and he kept his hands on your hips.

JJ held onto your hips tightly as you began to roll your hips on his cock slowly. He bit his lip and watched you. After a few minutes of rolling your hips you began to ride his cock in tight circles. Your jaw dropped slightly as you kept going.

“Shit baby, oh fuck.” JJ moaned out, his jaw dropping as well. You kept going and you could feel a knot growing in your stomach. You clenched around his cock, signaling that you were close. Before you could cum JJ pulled you off his cock making you whine.

“Baby.. I was gonna cum.” You whined.

“Well too bad.” He smirked. “Because it’s my turn.” He said. You looked at him and corked a brow.

“Get up and get out of the tub.” He said. You did what he asked and got up and got out of the tub. He got up too and got out. You turned around to face him. He got the water out of the tub then walked over to you.

“So.. what now?” You asked.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just let me give you pleasure.” He said before kissing you again. You smiled into the kiss putting your hands through his hair. He picked you up and placed you on the counter by the sink.

He grabbed your legs and spread them wide. He got down on his knees and began to trail wet kisses up your thighs. You whimpered, your hands reaching for his hair again. You whimpered as he slowly was getting to the place you wanted him so fucking badly.

“JJ please..” You whimpered.

“You’re so needy for me princess.” He said looking up at you and smirked. You whimpered. He finally reached the place you wanted him the most. He licked a long strip up your folds making you gasp.

He used his thumbs to open your folds. He then slid his tongue into your entrance making you shiver from the pleasure. You moaned as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. His mouth then moved up to your bud sucking on it and biting it gently.

“Oh god J.” You moaned out. He then slid two fingers into your core without warning. You gasped and moaned out louder as he fingered you and sucked on your bud. You threw your head back and moaned out more.

You felt a know growing in your stomach again and you clenched around his fingers. He knew you were close so he began to finger you faster. Your jaw dropped and you let out more moans.

“I- fuck J!” You moaned out loudly.

“Come on, cum for me baby.” He said against your core. With that your legs began to tremble and you came on his fingers. JJ came back up and pulled you off the counter. He then turned you around so you were facing the mirror.

You held onto the edge of the counter, waiting for him to do something. You watched him in the mirror. He rubbed the tip of his cock between your folds teasingly making you bit your lip and whimper.

“JJ please just fuck me.” You whined.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He said with a smirk before thrusting into you. You gasped and moaned out loudly. His pace was rough but not too rough. JJ wrapped his hand around your throat gently and made you look forward into the mirror.

“I- fuck baby!” You moaned out closing your eyes.

“Open those beautiful eyes again princess. I want you to watch me fuck you.” He said before groaning out. You did what he asked and opened your eyes looking at the mirror. JJ sped up even faster and you could feel that familiar knot growing in your stomach.

You could tell that he was close too because his thrusts were getting sloppy. The two of you got louder as you got closer to your orgasms.

“I- fuck baby I’m gonna cum!” You yelled.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He groaned out. Your eyes rolled back as your legs began to tremble and you came hard on his cock. You held onto the counter for support as you came. JJ thrusted into you two more times before he came inside of you.

He pulled out of you. You couldn’t even stand up, you had to lean against the sink to stay standing. JJ picked you up and carried you back into the bedroom before laying down with you. You smiled and held onto him tightly. You nuzzled his neck making him smile.

You looked up at him to see him smirking again and you corked a brow and chuckled a little.

“What is the smirk for?” You asked and chuckled.

“I mean.. the bath was a good way to relax but, maybe next time we are both stressed we should just fuck. Seemed to relax us both.” He said smirking.

“Oh my god JJ.” You rolled your eyes playfully laughing and gently hit his shoulder. JJ chuckled. You smirked getting an idea.

“I mean… I still feel a little stressed baby.” You said looking up at him with a smirk.

“Oh really?” He smirked. “Well I think I am too.” He said.

“Want to have a round two?” You asked smirking.

“I think you know the answer to that.” He said smirking as well.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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spinningintheshadows · 1 year

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I posted 3,773 times in 2022

That's 1,465 more posts than 2021!

1,810 posts created (48%)

1,963 posts reblogged (52%)

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I tagged 1,368 of my posts in 2022

#vixla - 152 posts

#i wish i was beside queue - 124 posts

#outer banks - 107 posts

#rudy pankow - 103 posts

#obx - 100 posts

#austin north - 81 posts

#shut up vix - 72 posts

#drew starkey - 71 posts

#jj maybank - 70 posts

#vix’s inbox of wonders 🔮 - 60 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#they tried to teach us in sixth grade but i couldn’t get it but i taught myself over the summer between sixth and seventh writing fanfic

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wanna do it anyway? || rafe cameron

After breaking up with her boyfriend, the photographer that Piper had arranged and paid for a boudoir shoot asks if she wants to do it anyway.

fanon photographer!rafe x plus size!oc, *SMUT; oral (f&m recieving), fingering, semi protected sex (oc is on bc)*

Rafe bit his lip as he looked at his schedule for the day. He was up early, seven o’clock, drinking his coffee as he glanced at the schedule book. He had two appointments booked today, the McJones family photos at 10:00, and then scribbled messily underneath it at 1:00 was Piper Harris - Boudoir. That was the one he was most concerned about. Not that he’d never done boudoir shoots before, but because it was Piper, his high school crush.

Piper Harris also didn’t fit the norm of his normal boudoir shoots, where the girls had been stick thin, almost to where you could see their bones sticking out of their bodies. Piper Harris had always been on the heavier side, and if bothered her, he’d only ever seen it once. It was the day they became friends, when he practically beat the shit out of Kelce for calling her fat in math class. Yeah, he’d gotten suspended and grounded for two weeks but it was worth it.

Truth be told, Rafe didn’t know why he was nervous, but the uneasy feeling hadn’t left his stomach since she approached him outside of the Wreck two weeks ago.

“Rafe Cameron! The man I’ve been looking for.” A voice said, making him turn around and meet eyes with her, Piper.

“Hey, Pip, didn’t know you were still around the outer banks.” He said with a smile.

“Could say the same about you, Rafe. Hey I have a question” she suddenly sounded nervous. He raised an eyebrow at her as he pulled the camera out of its bag in preparation of his next shoot. “Have you ever done a boudoir shoot?” He let out a breathy laugh, looking at her again.

“Yeah.” He told her. “Several, why?”

“Well, uh, me and Travis will be together four years next month and I was kind of thinking about doing one for him.” She said. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the name of her mediocre boyfriend. “And I was wondering if you’d be willing to do it? I’ll pay you of course, whatever you charge.”

“You want me to….do a boudoir shoot…of you?” He asked. “Okay. Uh, your number still the same? If so I’ll look over my schedule when I get home and text you with a time and price.”

“Okay. Thank you so much, Rafe!” She said.

“Hey wait, before you go.” He told her. “Stand there, the sunset looks really nice behind you.” He snapped a couple photos, thanking her.

When he’d gotten back to his apartment that night he’d edited the photos and sent them to her, telling her to do with them what she wanted. Plus a time, date and price for their shoot. His phone buzzing brought him out of his thoughts. Glancing down at the text, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

Is it too late to cancel?

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Drew Starkey Smutty Headcannons because I Can

(Thanks for the gif @maybankforlife but you’re grounded and not allowed to read these. But here you go @wannabestarkeysgirl @jjmaybankspermbank @teelagurl558)

Just like his Alaskan friend, I know this man is packing. He’s tall as fuck so I just know this man is big big

Once again, Jesus boys are kinky as fuck and we all know Drew come from a Jesus family so I know he kinky as fuck.

This man has a daddy kink. He loves hearing his little princess fucked stupid on his clock and begging Daddy to let her cum

Also, breeding kink to the fucking max. He loved hearing you beg him to fill you up with his cum. Bonus points if you call him Daddy when you do it.

He will never admit it, but this motherfucker loved bondage. He loves being tied up and tying you up.

A huge ass switch. When he’s in the mood he can be the mean dom but he lowkey loves being subby for you. He takes it all like a good boy, even when you have him tied up and blindfolded on the bed, overstimulated and covered in his own cum.

Lowkey gives off exhibitionist vibes but he’s highkey too big of a chicken shit yo try it out.

Homie has a praise kink. Like, yes bestie, tell him how great he is at eating your pussy. Tell him how great his cock is making you feel. Homie gets off on that shit

Speaking of eating pussy, you asked him one time what that mouth do and he showed you exactly what it could do (make you cum in just a matter of a few minutes)

He’s all about adoration. He wants to make damn sure he's showing you exactly how much he loves you. He’s not fucking to fuck, he’s fucking to adore you.

He loves when you want to just sit on his cock. It’s super intimate to him, he could sit on the couch watching movies or lay in bed cuddling with you on his cock for hours and be perfectly content

Motherfucking aftercare king. You could be laying in bed after he’s absolutely destroyed you, completely blissed the fuck out and this adorable fucker is getting up to run you a bubble bath and get you water so you’re comfortable, clean and ready to cuddle

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Anyway, Stan Rudy Pankow

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My #1 post of 2022

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staticscreenwriting · 11 months

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A BEAUTIFUL SOMEWHERE II CHAPTER TWO

Series Masterlist x OBX Masterlist x Full Masterlist x Series Summary

Chapter Two — Our Song

Chapter Summary: JJ and John B. have a talk about those dreaded papers. Stevie runs into an unexpected acquaintance and finds an outlet for her anger. The Pogues get together for the first time in years and decide what to do with the time they're given together.

The air smells like sawdust and summer heat and JJ’s skin is slick with sweat as the humming of the jigsaw ceases and makes room for the gentle lap of the waves mingling with the low music coming from the radio.

He can feel a sense of pride pushing against his skin, trying so desperately to find room inside of him, expanding in a way that makes it unable for him to not let himself feel it. It’s something he’s trying to get used to step by step. JJ never really had anyone be proud of anything he did so all of this is unfamiliar, it’s foreign. But he is trying. And looking at the cedarwood door frame before him, he tries to cherish the feeling of pride instead of covering it up with poisonous thoughts of self-depreciation.

“Looks good, man.”

John B’s voice cuts through the early afternoon quiet and catches JJ off guard like a cold splash of water on sun-burned skin.

“Thanks. What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t mean to sound rude, he really doesn’t, but it’s a fact that none of his friends ever show up here. Their friend group lives and breathes like some kind of natural organism that comes and goes as it does without much talking or planning. They all just gravitate toward each other in their own designated spaces like the chateau or the wreck or the beach. But this place? This is his little getaway, his shelter and his prison. Both a place to rest and to get absolutely obliterated by his own thoughts.

“Uh, good to see you too.” John B. scoffs though he grants JJ a look of mock offense void of any and all seriousness.

“You know what I mean.”

“I wanted to hang out and you weren’t at your place or the shack. And I know you stress-build so this was the only place you could be.”

“I don’t stress-build.”

He does. In fact, it’s one of the few healthy coping mechanisms he’s developed since leaving high school and forcing himself to grow up, at least a little bit. There’s a certain adult quality in building something when things get tough instead of breaking something down. You can choose to mess up when life treats you unfairly or you can choose to create something.

He’s been destructive for so long that he feels like he owes the world some creations. Or maybe he owes himself, JJ is not entirely sure.

“… and anyway, why would I be stressed? Life is fucking peachy.”

John B. lifts his eyebrow in that annoyingly smug way that is so quintessentially him it makes JJ feel both nostalgic and aggravated at the same time.

“Are you really asking me that? Like is that a legit question? Because that’s a dumb question.”

“Yeah, I’m asking.”

“Well uh let me think. Maybe you’re stressed because Stevie is back home for the first time in years after the both of you had an atomic bomb-sized blowup, that you both still refuse to talk about. “

Many nights have gone by since then, many nights when JJ was so close to opening up. To telling John B. every excruciating detail, every heartbreaking word that had been spoken. He never did though. There is always something holding him back. Some invisible vine wrapping around his heart, then his throat and pulling close, cutting off all blood, all oxygen until the thought of spilling the truth evaporates from his mind as if they never existed in the first place.

“Not stressed about that. It’s been years, we’re good.”

“That why you can’t sign the divorce papers? Because you’re good?”

JJ doesn’t have a lot of good memories of hanging out with his dad but he does remember one memory that at least started good. He was maybe 9 and Luke had allowed him to skip school and accompany him on a trip to Raleigh. He doesn’t remember why they went there in the first place but he does remember eating greasy burgers at some dingy diner and drinking lukewarm Dr Pepper in the car while his dad was singing along to Lynyrd Skynyrd. At least JJ was drinking Dr. Pepper. The good memories stop there. On the way back Luke was grumpy and mean and aggravated and JJ remembers clutching the door handle with his tiny hands and hoping that Luke would slow down, just slow down.

He didn’t slow down, not until he ran a red light and someone stepped out into the street and Luke had to step on the brake with all his might, trying to get the car to a standstill before hitting the person.

Fortunately, they didn’t hit anyone, but little JJ was flung against the seatbelt with such force that to this day he still remembers the way all the air was knocked out of him, the way he couldn’t breathe. It just wouldn’t come and his lungs felt empty. All void of oxygen.

He feels that exact same way as those words tumble from John B.’s lips. Like the air has been sucked out of his lungs and switched out with gravel, stones, rocks. Heavy and rough.

The manila envelope is stuffed into the glove compartment of his car, stashed somewhere between parking tickets that still need to be paid, pens that don’t work anymore, and napkins from various fast food places around the island.

“I — look I don’t know why I can’t do it. It’s not like I believe we’ll get back together or anything like that. We haven’t spoken to each other in 4 years, I might as well sign them. It’s not like this marriage was a good idea to begin with. It just — “

“Just what?”

JJ has thought about this so many times, so many nights have been spent tossing and turning in bed with no thoughts but those dreaded documents. Her name in blue ink on white paper all swirly and graceful. She sent them before, the only form of communication they had in 4 whole years. Just a year after she left the island they landed unceremoniously in his mailbox. Back then he just ignored them. Pretended like he never received them. Maybe part of him wished that it would get her to call, to come visit even. He never heard back though and so for the time being it was easy to play along with this version of the truth he tried so hard to hold onto. But the thoughts never really left. He always knew they were there buried in his closet like metaphorical skeletons.

This time he can’t pretend. Can’t lie to himself or to her. She handed them to him personally. Blue ink on white paper. Manila envelope on sun-kissed skin.

And he still can’t bring himself to put his name on the dotted line. It’s supposed to be so easy. It’s the hardest fucking thing.

“If I put my name on those papers It feels like admitting this was a mistake. I don’t want this to be a mistake. I made a lot of shitty calls in my life but marrying her was not one of them. I know it doesn’t mean anything right now, this stupid piece of paper but I just can’t bring myself to sign it,” JJ explains then lets out a long sigh of frustration. “I know it’s fucking dumb.”

“Do you still love her?”

JJ Maybank doesn’t remember a time in his life when he didn’t love Stephanie Collins. Loving her is part of him like the scar on his wrist from falling off of his surfboard and being smacked against a sharp rock. Like the dimple that’s only on one side of his face. Like that chip in his tooth from when he hit the ground jumping from a swing set.

“JB, I don’t think it matters.”

“You married her because you love her. If you still do, and I know you do, maybe you shouldn’t sign those papers.”

“Dude I — “

“Look, just maybe you two need to stop looking at the past and start seeing if there’s a chance for a future for the two of you.”

“What the fuck are you on about?”

“JJ, you bought a house for this girl. You’re building door-frames. Everything you do is for her. Would be a shame if she never got to see it.”

JJ’s eyes wander across the room. To the drywall that’s not fully painted yet. The fireplace he fixed up. The cedarwood door-frames and to the corner of the porch there are two bright orange ceramic tiles. One with a J, one with an S in sloppy blue handwriting. They were 10 maybe 11 when they painted them in her backyard while her mom was reading a book on the porch. He remembers the soft voice of Billy Joel coming from the radio and the smell of coral honeysuckle in the air and the taste of peach iced tea on his lips.

Most of all he remembers her smile, all gap-toothed and gorgeous. Even then he thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

Maybe John B. has a point.

“I — uh I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

John B. shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly before giving him a tiny smile. “Not sure but I heard sorry is a pretty good opener.”

The chainlink fence rattles as Stevie leans her bike against it, the hot summer sun beating down on her already, even this early in the morning, leaving her skin tingling.

In all the world there is no better remedy for the summer heat than a cherry popsicle from the gas station by her old house. It’s quite a ride now all the way from Figure 8 but some things are worth taking long bike rides for. Like cherry popsicles and the sweet taste of childhood nostalgia.

Stepping into the building is like stepping back into her childhood, her teenage years. The linoleum floor is still perpetually sticky and the air still smells stale and sharp like out-of-date candy and cleaning chemicals mixed with the smell of gasoline.

The icy AC air sends a shiver through Stevie and makes a layer of goosebumps appear across her skin. Back when they were kids, JJ would wrap his arms around her and rub her arms until she would assure him that he had warmed her up sufficiently for her to make a conscious decision on what candy to get. “You can’t think right if you’re cold. Your brain won’t work. Trust me, it’s science.” Even back then she severely doubted that statement but she never said anything to disprove his claims. It might not have been based on actual scientific research, but it was true to JJ and anyway, Stevie liked having his arms around her. So who was she to tell him wrong?

“Everybody wants to rule the world” echoes through the room reverberating between the coolers on one side and the metal rags filled with chips and condoms and beef jerky and canisters of 10W40.

Stevie pushes open the lid of the ice box, letting the stale static air escape before grabbing the object of her desire, the cherry red popsicle. Generic brand and probably a blend of every chemical one should not put in their body. But there is just something so addicting about the artificial cherry flavor that makes cutting her life short by a year or two just worth it.

As she puts the ice on the counter the song playing from the overhead speakers ends and Chicago’s “You're the Inspiration” starts playing, making it impossible for Stevie to suppress a smile. Talk about the universe sending a sign. A strange feeling settles in her stomach, a mix of happiness and nostalgia and longing and loss. A memory of what once was and what will never be.

“You found everything alright?” The cashier asks, turning around to face Stevie.

So many people pass in and out of your life leaving no lasting traces, nothing to remember them by, neither good nor bad. A fleeting moment in time spent together only to be but a distant shadow in a memory.

And then there are people like Luke Maybank. Reckless and cruel, leaving destruction and pain wherever they step. Bruises and scars on good people with good hearts.

She remembers the first time she met him, he smiled at her but it was all teeth and absolutely no kindness. He called her little miss and she hated the way those words sounded coming from his lips. Acidic and evil. Like a Disney villain only in real life leaving real bruises on real skin.

He looks older now, worn out by life and circumstance. His skin is leathery and grayish dull, suntanned, and dry from spending too much time in the sun without giving a single thought to wearing sunscreen. His eyes still hold the same icy glint though. Grey and sharp and slicing right through her cutting straight to the bone.

“Hey, do I know you?”

She almost wants to laugh at that, at his absolute incapability to take any interest in JJ’s life, so much so as to forget her of all people.

A little voice in her head is whispering mischievous thoughts into her ear. “Tell him, go ahead. Tell him you’re his daughter-in-law. See what he says!”

She doesn’t listen to the voice though, she used to when she was younger but part of growing up is learning when to shut them up and when to follow them. This is a shut-up moment.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“You sure?” he musters her up and down trying desperately to find a place in his head to file her away.

“Pretty sure.”

“Well alright then. Could’ve sworn I’ve seen your pretty face before.”

And when he smiles at her then it’s no teeth or danger it’s that one dimple on his cheek dipping into his skin the same way JJ’s does. She thinks she hates this even more. Seeing a resemblance of the man she loves most in this world in this vile person before her. “That’ll be 86 cents please.”

She hands him a dollar bill and mumbles out a rushed “keep the change” before all but running out of the store.

Hatred feels red, it feels like burning you from the inside out. Bones and muscle and flesh and skin. Stevie has never felt hatred for anyone the way she feels for Luke Maybank.

He might not remember her but she remembers him alright. She remembers all the bruises and black eyes and scars littering JJ’s body. She remembers the fear in JJ’s voice and the tears running down his cheeks and all the pain and suffering he had to go through because Luke couldn’t be bothered to be a father and a decent human being.

Part of growing up is learning when to shut up the voices telling you to do irresponsible, dumb things. Stevie never claimed to be all that grown up. So when she catches sight of the ugly beige chevy suburban with the dent in the side and the crack in the windshield it feels like some higher power takes over. Her feet move as if on autopilot and bring her closer and closer to the car. Her hand reaches into the pocket of her denim shorts and grabs a hold of her key. The one with the pink plastic surfboard keychain and the small switchblade knife. Dad probably had other things in mind when he gave it to her. Protection, safety. But then again he said to use it in emergency situations and this emergency has been a long time coming.

She doesn’t even realize it’s happening until the satisfying hiss of a deflating tire pulls her back into the reality of the situation.

It’s morally wrong, she knows this as well as anyone. But every time she thinks about Luke Maybank all she can see is JJ bruised and battered and asking to be loved only for his father to leave him bloody and broken. Slashing the tire might be morally wrong but as she walks away from the scene of the crime, rides down the familiar streets of Kildare on her bike one hand on the handle one hand holding the popsicle, lips colored cherry red, there’s not a hint of regret inside of her. Sometimes things aren’t morally right but maybe that doesn’t mean they’re all wrong.

“Pogue meetup. 8 on the dot @ the chateau. Mandatory!”

John B. isn’t a texter. Never has been. He gets right to the point and if his point takes more than 3 sentences to explain he will call you. So when the text comes through Stevie doesn’t even have to question who it is summoning her to the old stomping grounds. Immediately the new number is saved in her phone as John B. He’s the only John she knows but it feels entirely wrong not to put the B where it has always been and always will belong.

The Chateau looks familiar and yet different. The big tree behind the house still stands grand and proud, the string lights still attached. She wonders if they still work. If they can still turn a backyard into a fairytale. The house looks different though, newer. It’s sporting a fresh coat of paint, light olive green, and the porch seems to have been built completely new from the ground up.

Music sounds from the backyard and laughter rings through the early afternoon daze. Her heart aches with a sense of longing, a remembrance of different times with the same people.

Their laughter still is her favorite sound in the world.

“Look who it is! Princess Pogue herself!” John B. calls out across the yard as she rounds the corner, smiling faces greeting her.

“Yo, I don’t know if that title still applies. Miss Collins is living on figure 8 now.” Pope inquiries, though Stevie can tell there’s no malicious intent in any of his words. It’s pointless teasing between friends forever entangled in each other's lives.

“Uh, objection your honor. May I remind you of one simple fact please?”

“Granted, what is that fact, Mr. Maybank?”

“Once a Pogue, always a fucking Pogue.”

His exclamation is met with a roar of applause and cheers and for a moment Stevie feels 18 and invincible again. 4 years feel like a lifetime sometimes and in moments like this one 4 years feel like they’re but a blink of an eye.

JJ’s arm falls around her shoulders as she plops down on the tree stump next to him. He smells like salty air and cheap mint body wash and fire. A can of beer is pushed into her hand, condensation cold and wet against her skin. It’s the same brand they’ve always had, the cheapest they sell at any of the stores around the island. It’s nice to know fundamental things haven’t changed.

The fire casts the group in a reddish golden glow, like oil paintings, like movie scenes too beautiful to be real life.

“You all wanna know something crazy?” she says, a smirk spreading on her lips.

Curious eyes regard her awaiting her next words.

“Richard has bidets installed in every bathroom. Remember when we didn’t have running water after one of the storms? Francine or Fiona or something? And we had to flush using collected rainwater.”

“When we sneaked into the country club to shit?” JJ asks with that cute little innocent smirk on his face that is all but innocent but works so well with his big blue eyes and the shaggy blond hair.

“Yeah JJ, that time. Well while we had to do that, figure 8 has fucking bidets.”

“Typical,” Kiara says and rolls her eyes in a way that Stevie missed so dearly. If only she could bottle up this moment, with all her friends smiling and happy and talking nonsense the way they always did.

“Does it like … tickle? Does it feel nice? Like nice nice, if you know what I mean.”

“Okay, woah JJ. No. No, come on. “ John B. speaks up accompanied by a harmony of groans following JJ’s question, earning him a confused “what?” from JJ himself.

“No more talk about — butt stuff. We’re here to celebrate the first time all of us Pogue are back on the island at the same time in years. So I would like to propose something.”

“He said butt stuff.”

“JJ!” Stevie scolds, slightly shoving her elbow into his ribs. Just enough to startle but not enough to hurt. Never.

“Sorry.”

“I propose the idea of making this the best summer ever. No drama. No problems. Just pure old Pogue shenanigans. That means fun, drinks, music, and maybe a blunt or two. What do you guys say?”

Sarah chimes up with an enthusiastic “Sounds good to me” and a grandiose bright smile. It doesn't take more than a second for the rest of the group to join in, a joy radiating from all of them that is simply contagious.

“Well, let's drink to that!”

“To the best summer of all time.” John B. says.

“To good friends.”

“To best friends.” Kie corrects Pope earning herself an agreeable nod of his head from the boy. The man.

“To spending time with the people you love most.”

As those words fall from Sarah’s lips, Stevie can’t help but glance at JJ through the corner of her eyes. It would be the world's most egregious lie if she were to deny that part of her still loves JJ. That part of her will always love him, no matter how much time or distance is put between them. Being here again just makes that so abundantly clear to her. Just because she knows though, doesn’t mean anyone else has to. So when his eyes catch hers she looks back towards the fire, acting as if nothing happened in the first place.

“To letting go of the past and building new futures.”

JJ’s words sound so honest and meaningful and back 4 years ago she immediately would’ve known what they meant. Would’ve been able to read him like an open book.

Not anymore though. And maybe those are the consequences of her own actions that she now has to live with. You are not the girl you were when you left, her mind tells her, and he is not the boy you left behind.

“To old memories. And to making new ones.”

Beers raised in the air, they all let out a whooping “Pogues for life” before taking sips from their drinks. Turning to JJ, Stevie is met with him already looking at her. God, he really does have the most beautiful blue eyes she’s ever seen. There have been so many times she’s gotten lost in them and she can almost feel herself slipping back into them. Letting the blue waves pull her in and pull her under. She wouldn’t even mind. There has never been a death as sweet as drowning in JJ’s eyes.

“Cheers, sunshine.”

“Cheers, JJ”

What a traitorous heart she has, one that won't stop fluttering just because her husband looked at her and granted her a smile. Oh, what a traitorous heart.

The moon sits high in the sky like a spotlight shining down upon the backyard of the Chateau. John B. and Sarah have turned in a while ago and both Kiara and Pope are softly snoring away on the cough inside the house, leaving only Stevie and JJ out by the dying fire.

Just them and the moon and the stars, the soft humming of the radio, and the melodic chirping of the katydids.

“Why are you smiling like that?” JJ asks, now sitting on the floor, back resting against the stump and hands locked behind his head.

“Just — you’re not gonna believe what I did today.”

“What did you do? You’re going all red, what did you do Collins?”

His eyes are wide with mischief and adoration and he’s got a red glow dusting his face. She’s not sure if it’s sunburn or the result of one too many beers. Either way, she thinks it makes him look so fucking adorable.

“I ran into your dad today.”

There’s a flicker of hurt in his eyes, one that’s always been there but one she hopes will go away one day. She doubts it ever will but there’s no harm in hoping.

“Yeah, I heard he’s back in Kildare.”

“He works at the gas station by Willow Drive. Didn’t even recognize me.”

“Of course, he didn’t. Never took an interest in any of the things that mattered to me.”

“Mmmh. Well, I was — god I was so mad, JJ. When he looked at me all friendly I just thought of all the things he did to you and how he never got his comeuppance and I just — freaked. It doesn't even absolve half of what he did to you but I just couldn't help myself.”

“What did you doooo?”

He’s giggling. A grown man giggling like he’s been told the funniest story in all of time’s existence. She loves the sound. Wants to hear it over and over and over again.

“ I slashed his tire.”

“You did not.”

“Uh—huh. I did. With a tiny keychain switchblade too.”

“Stephanie Collins, you’re a full-on criminal. I’m so proud of you.”

“I learned from the best.”

The two of them descend into a fit of laughter, half drunk on beer and high on weed but mostly intoxicated by the magic of being around each other again as if the last 4 years never happened and those kids who were dumb and in love are still there inside of them just under the surface waiting to break free.

“Hey, Stevie?”

The sincerity in his voice sends a funny sensation through her heart.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He shrugs his shoulders and averts his eyes, training them on the dying embers of the fire. It’s funny how something can burn so brightly, so viciously and suddenly it’s but a dim light, barely a spark. There’s a metaphor there for their relationships, she’s a writer, she finds metaphors in everything. But being drunk on nostalgia and residual love, she can’t quite seem to uncover it.

“For everything. Just — I should’ve said it a while ago and I never did so I just wanted to say it now.”

Vulnerable JJ is still something that is quite unfamiliar to her. He is so full of laughter and smiles and overcompensating for how he really feels, he doesn’t show this side of him often. Never did. So when he does it’s special and it means more than he probably even realizes himself.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it. I’m sorry too.”

He places a kiss on the top of her head, so soft and gentle that she wonders for a second if she imagined it.

“You know, earlier before I noticed your dad I felt like the universe was welcoming me back to the island in the weirdest way possible.”

“Huh? How’s that?”

“They played “You’re the Inspiration” over the gas station radio. Our wedding song.”

JJ turns to her, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. She’ll never get tired of looking at his face, Stevie decides at that moment.

“That’s not our wedding song.”

“Uh, yes it is! We had our first dance here in this very backyard while that song was playing. We all sang along. Don’t you remember?”

“I remember every single second of that day. But that was not our first dance.”

He shakes his head, shaggy blond hair swaying messily with the movement, before dusting himself off and standing up. Fumbling his phone from the pockets of his cargo shorts, he furiously starts typing before the Bluetooth speaker lets out a thumping sound and then reconnects to JJ’s phone.

“Our first dance,” JJ says and holds out his hand to her, pulling her to her feet and closer to his body, snaking one hand around her waist. “wasn’t even here. The first time I danced with my wife was on the back patio of the Wreck while we were waiting for the food that Kie couldn’t bring because she was at the Chateau getting the decorations ready for the reception.”

He’s right. Of course, he is. JJ never forgets the little things that turn out not to be so little after all. Back when they were still together he would remember the most inconsequential details. Her favorite flowers, food, songs. The way she liked her coffee and that waking her up with kisses was entirely more successful than a damn alarm clock.

“And this song was playing.”

When he presses play on his phone, a loud voice advertises a Spotify original podcast to them, yet another true crime one, because there aren’t entirely too many of those.

“Sorry, I don’t pay for premium. I think it’s a scam.”

Stevie doesn’t ask him to elaborate, sure there is a completely rational explanation to JJ as to why the premium service is a scam. It probably even makes a little sense if you let him explain it thoroughly.

She doesn’t ask him to elaborate, just wraps her arms around his neck like she’s done so many times before in a lifetime that feels like it wasn’t even her own but also like it happened just hours ago. Time is a funny thing.

A guitar chord fills the air followed by the hauntingly beautiful voice of Eva Cassidy.

“You'll remember me when the west wind moves Among the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold”

Suddenly she’s back on the patio of the Wreck, 18 and in love, and freshly married to the boy that has always had her heart. Life was so complicated and yet so simple. Nothing has changed, everything is different.

“You looked so beautiful in that white dress. And I — “

“JJ, I loved your outfit. Those damned cuffed jeans and that crisp white shirt? That was my husband right there.”

“I liked being called your husband.” He admits with a bashful smile that evokes the dimple on his cheek. On him, nothing is menacing or uneasy. There’s not a hint of his father in him, this is all JJ.

“Yeah?”

They’re softly swaying through the night, stars illuminating the dark around them.

“Oh yeah. Made me feel like a real adult. Like I had done something right in my life. If someone as amazing as you thought I was worth marrying then how fucked up could I really be?”

Stevie never liked hearing him talk about himself like that. Granted, that version of him was usually overshadowed by the fake confident, big-mouthed, larger-than-life persona he put on, but whenever this version did show up, it almost broke Stevie’s heart.

“Is that why you didn’t sign the papers the first time I sent them?”

“You sent them before?”

“Can’t bullshit a bullshitter, JJ. I know you got them. It’s okay though. I get it. It’s hard for me too.”

He bites his lip in consideration as if for the first time in his life weighing his words, deciding what to say next.

“I just — I can’t do it. I’m sorry. Every time I try I just can’t bring myself to sign them. Like I forgot how to spell my own name or something. It’s kinda really fucked up.”

“JJ, it’s okay. You don’t have to do it right now, I’m here all summer. Just give them to me before I leave.”

The thought of her leaving is sending a pang of hurt through her heart. There’s still so much summer left, she tells herself, no need to think about the end yet.

Resting her head against his chest, Stevie closes her eyes, squeezes them shut so tightly it makes her see phosphenes for a second, shutting out the reality of what is happening. If she closes her eyes tight enough she doesn’t have to face the fact that with the end of the summer comes the actual proper end of her marriage. But this is what she wants right? Closure?

“JJ?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you come to my mom’s wedding?”

"Obviously. I’m her favorite.”

She chuckles against his chest, the fabric of his shirt swallowing most of the sound.

“Only if you promise me something though.”

Stevie pulls away and looks up at him and just for a small moment she allows herself to get lost in the blue. Just this once.

“You’ll save a dance for me.”

All her dances are his. Forever. It’s something she promised herself in silence when they danced in the back garden of the country club that one night when they were 16 and meant to work at the midsummer event but snuck away to slow dance as the band played a soft song. Just because things changed between them doesn’t mean that promise will be broken.

The fire is out, just a burned-down log and a pile of ash as Eva Cassidy lulls JJ and Stevie into a soft haze. The song is about to end but neither of them is ready to let go. Not yet. Maybe when the summer ends and things go back to normal. But not right now with the night all inky black. Not right now when it’s just them and the moon and the stars and the melodic chirping of the katydids and Eva Cassidy singing their song.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll save a dance for you.”

“I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold

Ooh Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down As you lie in fields of gold.”

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the sea around us; chapter one

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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The Outer Banks. Paradise on earth. At least, that is what the giant sign on the bridge described it as, as we drove into the city that has been my home since eighth grade. I remember seeing it for the first time, I was so young, so sad to be leaving my home- and so damn tired after a two-week drive. Seriously, it was like my parents tried to get us as far as humanly possible away from Moose River BC as possible while staying on the same continent. My parents had told me we were moving to paradise, in hindsight I see that they wanted us to be less sad about uprooting our lives so they could get us out of the country without a fuss- because we somehow ended up on The Cut. To be fair, it does remind me of home every day. I missed my friends for a couple of years, but I made new ones and moved on. Never looked back.

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"Snowy- are you seeing this right now? That's like a three story drop." Pope says to me as I shield my eyes with my hand so I can look his way just as he gestures up to John B standing on the roof of the McMansion to be that were hanging out at this afternoon. I sit up slowly from where I'm laying along the railing of the deck, looking up at the curly brunette as he lifted one foot off the edge of the roof.

"Hey, John B, what if you like, didn't risk your life like this right now?" I say, leaning back on my hand that's steadying me. "How'd you even get up there?"

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." Kie states, walking out of the unfinished patio door onto the porch with us before John B can respond.

"Of course they are, why wouldn't they?" JJ shrugs. Of course, any of us would have that if we could. I'm actually quite certain that Kie herself has heated bathroom floors at her parent's house in Figure Eight. Oh, the Kook life- I'm jealous.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, right?" Kie sighs just as John B looks like he's losing his balance. "Can you not kill yourself?" She adds, shielding her eyes as well as she looks up at the boy who she just noticed was standing on the edge of the roof.

"Don't drop that beer, I'm not giving you another one." JJ says, and right on cue, John B drops the can in question off the roof as he wobbles on one foot.

"Oh shit! Nooo.." He whined as it hit the ground. Everyone laughs as JJ kicks the can and John B is sulking about it.

Pope and I look over to the temporarily gravel driveway and see a small car pulling in. "Security." I state and Pope picks up his bag.

"Uh, yep let's wrap it up." Pope adds, and John B climbs down from the roof.

"Boys are early today."

I shrug a little at John B's statement as I throw my bag over my back. "Alright Humpty Dumpty, let's roll." JJ says, stepping down the exit ramp he was on with John B close behind.

"Let's go boys." Kie says, joining my side as we pick up a light jog through the construction site. We hear a man's voice behind us, who now seems to be chatting away with JJ like they're friends. If you asked JJ, he'd say that, anyway. "He's asking for it at this point." Kie says as we both glance over at him and giggle.

JJ grabs my hand and laughs as he responds, "Oh am I?" We all pick up the pace to a run through the empty house, down some concrete stairs to ground level. I slip a little on the last step, and JJ half falls with me as we hear the man's voice again just to our left.

"Hey! Stop!"

"Gary! Oh my god, you scared me!" I laugh as JJ pulls me just out of Gary's reach and we run the other way. He yells to the other security guard that we're heading toward him, and I step out of the way right as he reaches for us, and I drop JJ's hand as he gets a hold of him instead. "Not much of a hugger man." JJ says as he instantly slips right out of the man's grasp and runs after me.

I sprint out to the lawn and jump into the back of John B's van, the Twinkie, as he calls it, with Kie right as we see JJ and Pope coming and jumping in behind me. "Come on!" Kie and I shout at the boys, and John B guns it right as they get inside. We keep an eye out the door and back window, as Gary chases after us.

"Check out Gary running for a raise!" Pope laughs as JJ continues a one-sided conversation with the security guard running after us and throwing him a beer- because they couldn't possibly pay him enough.

"You little pricks!" Gary shouts after us as he gives up the chase and we speed away. I climb into the passenger seat next to John B and turn up the music coming from The Twinkie's old speakers.

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We're a glowing example of what everyone in Kildare county knows as the Pogues. Our mission? Have a good time, all the time. Right here, we're cruising Figure Eight- the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks, where we obviously don't live. Rich folks with vacation homes in two different places, or, Kie put it best, heated towel warmers at the expense of only a few thousand turtle lives lost. The other, superior side of the island, The Cut, is what we call home. Pogues, pogies, the people of the working class, where our people bust their asses to make a living. Lowest members of the Kildare county food chain. So, a downside of being a pogue is that we're ignored and neglected. Upside? We're ignored and neglected, which means we can do whatever we want, whenever we want.

It's two tribes, one island.

Now, for the interesting part, my crew. The people that make my life go 'round. Firstly, there's JJ. Founding member of our club, and the life of every party, the only one who can beat me at a shotgun. It's never a dull moment with him around. He's got a mop of dirty blonde hair, sunkissed skin, and the most beautiful set of blue eyes I've ever seen. I would never live it down if he found out, though. He's about as local as they come- the latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who make their living off the water. He's also the best surfer I know. Again, don't tell him I said that. Also a ~light~ kleptomaniac and future tax cheat. If we're including that stuff.

Then there's Kie. Kiara. My best girlfriend and platonic soulmate packed into one. She has the prettiest dark curly hair, and when she's not saving turtles, listening to Marley, or getting Dolphin tattoos, she hangs out with us. I don't know why she chose us, but she did and we're all the better for it. She's a rich kid, technically- a foot in both worlds. Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash cow with the tourists, and actually my first place of employment. Not sure how much her parents love us though, I kind of lost my touch with them after I threw a drink on a customer while I was clocked in. They didn't fire me though, I still work there occasionally when they need the help.

Next in line, there's Pope. Always the brains of the operation and our collective voice of reason. Taller than me by a mile, and a finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst merit scholarship. Definitely the smartest person I know, but often loses his shot with girls when he brings up that he plans on being a coroner. Someone has to do it, I guess. His father's this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you want on the island, Heyward could get it for you. Now I'm not sure what Heyward knew what to make about his son and his friends, but it didn't matter. He's a pogue like us.

Lastly, John B. John Booker, if you want to be technical about it. He's the most loyal person I've ever met, and the other founding member of our club, a true golden retriever boy when you get to know him. You can always rely on JB in a pinch, which happens more often than any of us would care to admit. He's the temporary, not legal, owner of the chateau, our typical hangout and clubhouse. He's the name sake of his dad, and looks just like him. Big John, by now, has been missing at sea for around 9 months. The rest of us have lost hope that he will ever come back, but John B refuses to admit he's gone until his fathers body is found. I understand that. DCS is hot on John B's tail, considering his uncle, his current legal guardian, is quite literally in another state and has been for months.

Then, there's me. Snowy. Snowy Hansley. It's a nickname I never shook from when I first moved to the OBX, being from Canada and all. I'm one to be picked on for using Canadian slang, and an occasional "kick a ginger day" victim. I haven't cut my hair since I moved because my mom says hair holds memories and feelings, so I suppose I'm unintentionally the superstitious type. I was adopted by JJ and John B at a dance a few weeks after I moved to town- my parents wanted me to go and make friends. I held the door for them as they were stepping behind the building to go shotgun before going back in, and JJ asked me to come with them. I'd never drank before, but I supposed I learned to shotgun from the best. Then, the rest is history.

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A/N;

Hi to anyone who's reading this! I hope it's not too cringey, I'm trying to emulate the right vibe.

(EDIT: This first chapter is so shit- I swear it gets so much better so please don't give up on me just yet, I'm going to come back and rewrite this one when I get the chance)

Anyway, thank you for being here and give me your thoughts! I'm not going to give any spoilers but I've got a lot planned for this :). That being said, please share your ideas and stuff you want to see here with me! Literally I am open to absolutely any suggestions.

Thank you for reading!! It'll get more exciting shortly- I promise. -R

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tellmesomething01 · 2 years

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aw, is that too much, sugar? - JJ MAYBANK

warnings: fingering; oral (f&m receving); smut; dirty talk; praise kink

pairing: jj maybank x fem!oc (josephine hughes)

pov: third person

summary: the first time jo and jj had sex

a/n: this is the first smut of my obx book on wattpad, i hope you like it.

jo and jj dropped pope at home while kiara went home with her parents. for the whole time in the van jj's hand rested on jo's bare thigh, slowly making circle with his thumb and that drove her crazy, but she knew the rules 'no pogue-on-pogue mackin' even though in that moment she wanted jj, she was growing needy by the second and he wasn't even doing anything.

it was still raining outside when jj and jo arrived at the château so the two decided to run from the twinkie to the door of the château.

the two laughed as they ran, then they stopped in front of the door and she turned around to face him, both dripping. the two blondes looked into each other's eyes in silence

"what?" she chuckled noticing something she had never notice in jj's eyes but that he used to have all the time when he looked at her.

he didn't say anything, he just cupped her face with her hands and kissed her. it took a couple of seconds for her to realize what was going on but when she did, she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as he opened the door.

the kiss was sweet, they weren't making out, it was a soft kiss yet so waited. jj wrapped his arms around jo's body and smiled in the kiss causing her to do the same.

the two pulled away and looked at each other "stop looking at me like that" she chuckled

"i can't help. you are too beautiful" she grinned biting her lower lip "can i kiss you again?" he asked and she nodded.

he placed his lips over her's again but he wanted more, he wanted her, and she new that but she didn't want him to win that easily. jj understood what jo was doing so he moved his hands from her lower back to her ass and squeeze it hard causing her let out a moan, taking advantage of that jj slipped his tongue into jo's mouth. so that soft kiss became a battle for dominance that jo lost.

the two blondes entered the château and, without leaving each other's lips, they ended up in the room that jj normally occupied. jj immediately took off his shirt and she began kissing his jaw. he pulled her away and unzipped her dress, jj was amazed by the figure in front of him. her, the girl he always liked, with just a white lace thong.

she was about to kiss him again but he stopped her "wait, i want to look at you" he said and she closed her eyes in embarrassment "don't, don't close you eyes. i want you to look at me" he kissed her again but she pulled away and kissed his jaw, then slowly move to his neck, sucking it, biting it and leaving marks. jo kept going down, kissing jj's chest, his abdomen until she got to the v-line and pulled down his shorts.

jj's boner was still hurting into his boxer "jo" he moaned begging for release. jo slipped her finger underneath his boxer, slipping them down his thighs, she let out a whimper as his cock was released and she could see just how hard she had gotten him. jo swirled her tongue around his tip, sucking all of the precum off. jj leaned his head back, letting out a groan, the two made eye contact before she leaned over and took his cock.

"fuck yes, just like that baby" jj praised, his words sending shivers all over jo's body

she moved her tongue over the tip of his cock, before moving her head up and down taking his length.

"you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth"

he didn't want it to stop, he wanted to have her forever. his body tensed, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding onto them tightly. jj's hand forcing jo down on him, making her take all of him, his cock hitting the back of her throat.

"come on, baby, finish me off"

jo's nails scratched on jj's lower stomach, her fingertips brushing his skin after, causing goosebumps to run all over his spine. then she squeezed his balls, making him let out a groan and grab on her hair tighter, tugging on her roots as he came.

his cum filled her mouth and she swallowed all of it, licking the sticky liquid off of his tip as well. she stood up as he panted heavily. he ran his thumb over her lip, collecting the drops of the mess he left and shoved it into her mouth, and she watched him right in the eyes as she cleaned his finger.

"you are so good" he whispered "better then any other girl" she smirked as he began to kiss her neck leaving marks everywhere, the two slowly walked to the bed and jo lied underneath jj.

he attached her breast with his mouth, he loved jo's big boobs, she had like a C or a D. he left marks, kissed them, sucked them and beat her hard nipples causing her to let out a loud moan as she felt her arousal leak form her thong.

jj's hand cupped jo's heat feeling her wetness "already soaking for me, baby?" he said as he went down and spread jo's legs apart, placing himself between them.

jj grabbed jo's ass and started kissing her inner things, leaving big hickeys and biting her skin

"jj" jo moaned

"yes?"

jo was desperate, she needed to feel him "please"

jj leaned fully in, licking a long stipe up on her center

"jj!" she cried out, head falling back against the pillows

jj repeated his action, lapping at her core for a few seconds before finding her clit with his lips. sucking harshly at the already sensitive nub, she let out a strangled cry as her hands went flying to the boy's hair.

jj's hands went to hold at the top of jo's thighs as a way of holding her in place while his tongue went to work. they both loved every single second of the moaning mess that jo had became as jj's tongue circled and sucked her clit, stopping to dip into her entrance every now and then.

"jj, i'm gonna-" jo was cut off by a moan that left her mouth when jj slipped two finger inside her. she let out a scream as her orgasm crashed down on her quicker then she expected.

"i always wondered what you tasted like" he said licking all of her juice.

she was still trying to catch her breath when jj spoke "on your knees and turn around" so she did. now her ass was against jj's hard dick, her back touching his chest both kneeling on the bed. jj spread jo's legs apart and slipped two fingers inside her moving in a slow pace "jj, too sensitive" she cried out

"aw, is it too much, sugar?" jj cooed, not stopping his movements inside her warm heat

"it's too much" she tried to pull away but he stopped her "jj, please" her eyes brimming with tears from

the pleasure and slight pain coursing though her body.

"but you take my finger so good, princess" he said, adding a third finger and picking up the pace

"jj" she screamed, the pleasure in her body increasing even more.

jj’s fast pace of his fingers beginning to spark the fire in jo's lower abdomen once again. the overwhelming pleasure in her body became almost a need.

a moan slipped from her lips again as her hand moved behind jj's neck and she leaned her head back against his shoulder.

he grabbed her face and kissed her, roughly. one of her moan caused jj to pull away and kiss her neck.

"jj, harder. please" she cried out

he smirked against her neck at her desperate state, seeing how quickly her pleas changed "harder? i thought it was too much" he chuckled, slowing the pace of his fingers to only slightly moving.

"no!" she cried out as he held her hips to make her stop moving "please! i need more!" she was now begging.

"like this?" he teased, suddenly slamming his fingers back into her entrance at a rough and fast pace. she screamed at the sudden feeling of his fingers ramming into her brutally. her eyes rolled to the back of her head as jj rubbed her clit with his thumb.

she moaned his name loudly as her legs began to shake. she knew she was close and so did jj by the way she was clenching around his fingers "you gonna cum all over my fingers again, babe?"

she mumbled "words, please" he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers all over her body

"yes" that's all she could say when a mix of moan and sob escaped her lips

the coil in her stomach finally wound up before snapping and releasing waves of pleasure all down her body "jj!" she cried out as her whole body shook from her orgasm. she clenched hard around jj's fingers as he road out her second high.

her body twitched once her orgasm finished and jj removed his hand from her dripping core. he slowly made her lay down then he crawled up her body until he was hovering right above her, trying to not put any of his weight on her sensitive body.

he kissed her, gently, as if that was the thing that he wanted to do for the rest of his life. and she kissed him back, even after coming undone twice, all she could think about was him and how much she wanted him inside her.

jj pulled away from the kiss and looked directly in her eyes "one more?" she smiled at him "one more"

she kissed him again and he happily kissed her back as he grabbed his cock in his hand, hissing as he spread the precum around the tip, giving it a few pumps.

he leaned the head up with her entrance, looking at her for confirmation and she nodded. he slid in easily from the juice that coated her walls.

both of them moaned at the feeling of him finally inside her. jj looked down at where their bodies connected, groaning "i don't think i'm gonna last long" he said looking up at her, pleasure already written across his face "me neither"

jj began moving his hips at a pace that made jo want more. as he slowly speed up, he buried his head into her neck trying to hold back his moans, failing.

she wrapped her legs around his waist, the new angle making more pleasure shoot through her body once again.

"jo" he moaned into her neck as he picked up the pace of his thrust, increasingly getting faster and harder with every snap of his hips. they were both a moaning mess for each other.

the way jj was moaning and grunting into her ear made her realize how close she already was to her release. her eyes rolled back feeling herself get closer and closer to the edge. she was already close but hearing jj moaning into her ear was like heaven

"i'm close" she moaned running her nail against jj's back

"cum for me baby, i'm right behind you"

his words sending her over the edge making her cum around his cock. her eyes shut and her mouth opened to scream despite no sound left her lips.

her high pushed jj close to the edge as he rode her high "jj" she moaned "cum inside me" she moaned again, wanting nothing more then to see the boy she always liked falling apart on top of her while he filled her up with his cum.

her words sending him over the edge, a throaty moan escaped his lips as he came deep inside her. she moaned at the feeling of jj filling her up. his hips sputtered as his face buried itself into the crook of her neck, grunting as he rode his own high.

after a couple of minutes jj pulled out, watching his cum drip out her and onto the sheets. he lied next to jo, both of them trying to catch their breath.

jj stood up and jo watched him walk out of the room, afraid of the possibility of she being a one night stand but he came back with a piece of fabric to clean her up.

he lied again next to her "come here" he whispered so she did. her head against his chest, her leg bend over his as his thumb made circles on her arm

"you are on pill, right? that's why you-"

"yeah" she whispered, not able to say more then that.

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kookkyra · 4 years

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F L O W E R S O N T H E G R A V E - THE PILOT

( JJ MAYBANK X OC )

summary: Delaney Cassidy had grown up on The Cut. She, along with the other pogues, had her own struggles in her home life, though she attempted to make the best of it. After her mom’s death, will she be able to keep her friendships, and her boyfriend, as she adjusts to her new kook life?

wc: 3.2k

warning: mentions of parent (mother) death, drug and alcohol use, curse words

a/n: okay, so this is the short fic idea i had. from pogue to kook, and i thought it was pretty interesting, to my knowledge, there isn’t anything out there like it. i struggled thinking if i wanted to make it an oc or a y/n fic, and i went back and forth for a bit, but i think oc is better. ALSO, the character is already dating jj, which i think is kinda cool.. this series is more about navigating a relationship while going through grief, adjusting to a new life, stuff like that. it’s gonna be angsty, it’s gonna have fights, tears, all of that. i understand this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but i really needed to write this because its been floating around my head since i watched obx. honestly this was theraputic to write out, so i may write more.. i may not? it’s kinda up in the air I D O N O T K N O W.

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And flowers on the grave Of the child that I used to be

Delaney sat in her room, eyes glued to the floor. Her chest was heavy, and her head hurt from crying so much. So much had happened in the past week, though she felt like she had been standing still, the world was just in fast forward around her.

She stood up, wiping the tears that had covered her cheeks. They felt raw from how many times she had done this- wishing she could stop herself from crying, even if it was just for a little bit. Most of the time, she didn’t even know she was crying. She wouldn’t notice the tears that streamed down her cheeks until she felt them threaten to fall from her chin, or until they hit her lap, or the worst, when someone pointed it out to her. Usually they would just hug her, but that only made the tears stream more.

“Delaney?” Hearing her aunt's familiar voice and her hand tap on the half open door, she turned, seeing her aunt Danielle standing in the door with a small smile. “You’ve got some visitors if you’re feeling up for it.”

“She’s feeling up for it, Mrs.C, she’s always up for a little JJ and John B.” JJ said as he walked into Delaney’s room, followed by John B. Danielle gave her a look, causing Delaney to smile and nod. The boys quickly embraced the smaller blonde girl before Danielle walked back down the hall.

The last time she had seen John B, he was dressed in a suit. They were supporting her as she said her final good-byes to her mother. The thought sent a chill down Delaney’s body, tears threatening to slip past her eyes yet again.

“Can’t believe you’re a kook now.” JJ said, looking around her new bedroom. New paint job, new furniture, new everything. John B’s hand quickly whacked JJ’s arm, shaking his head and the blond’s comment

“It’s weird for sure. I went to a two bedroom shack on The Cut where we took cold showers because my mom forgot to pay the bills to…” She stopped, shaking her head and looking around the picture perfect room, “to this. A big fancy house on Figure 8.”

“I didn’t see your car outside when we pulled up..” John B started, though he didn’t really finish it, either. It stretched across the air like an open statement. Delaney could comment on it if she wanted to, but John B wasn’t going to force her. That was his approach to everything the past week. He wasn’t going to push- this was new territory for all the pogues, they didn’t know how to approach any of it.

Delaney scoffed, shaking her head. “They made me get rid of Reggie. Apparently a stick shift ‘98 bug was too old and trashy to have in their flashy driveway.” Her voice was loud, as if she wanted the adults in the house to hear her complaints. “Did you see that dumb Range Rover in the driveway? Yeah, I’m not happy about it either.”

“Oh no, poor baby has to drive a Range Rover now.” JJ teased, adjusting himself on the bed that he was laying on.

“That isn’t the point, JJ.” Delaney started, shaking her head as she nearly started to pace. “The point is, that I saved up for that car. Yeah, he was old. He didn’t look like their Benz’s or BMW’s or Range Rovers. But I saved up for him since I was thirteen, and once I passed my drivers test I bought him. I had him for like, not even a year, and it’s like all my hard work just went down the drain because it didn’t fit their kook aesthetic.”

“So what I’m hearing is we aren’t going to get to take a joy ride in the Rover tonight..” JJ muttered, letting out a small sigh.

“I get why you’re mad... But they’re being really nice to you…They took you in, they gave you your own room, bought you an expensive car..” John B quickly said, looking to Delaney. She knew he was right. They were being too nice to her- but maybe they felt like they had to be. Her life had been one shitty card after another.

“Yeah John B, I get it. I know they’re being nice to me, and they’re giving me all this shit that I don’t deserve, and they’re going above and beyond, and they kept me out of the system, but that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t ask for any of this shit.” Delaney’s voice was harsh. She was angry- but it happened often. She would go from sad, to angry, and then the cycle would start again.

“So no test drive..” JJ interjected once again, pursing his lips as he looked from John B to Delaney. “I just think it would be good, you know, get out of ear shot, we can all get some food, look around the neighborhood..”

“Get in the fucking car.” Delaney said with a smile, grabbing her keys from the desk and slipping on a pair of flip flops.

“Shotgun!” JJ yelled quickly, jumping up from the bed and starting out the door.

“Just try not to be too hard on them. It’s all new for them, too.” John B sighed.

“I know, I do. It’s just, all a lot right now.” Delaney said, wrapping her arms tightly around the brunette boy. The two followed JJ down the stairs, he was patiently waiting like a dog by the front door, excited to go on a walk. “We’re going on a drive- be back later.” Delaney yelled, reaching for the door before catching a glance of John B’s look. “I mean- be back before ten, if anything changes I’ll text you..” She quickly added, getting a look of approval from John B.

The three walked out to the driveway, each opening a door to the brand new Range Rover that was parked. Delaney got in the car, pushing the button to the keyless start and buckling up. Her seat adjusted to her previous settings, her music starting to stream from her phone instantly. Her small finger pressing the button to the moon roof, the slick glass sliding back.

Both boys stared in disbelief, this was nothing like what you would find on The Cut. Delaney knew that, though she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to act like it was nothing, or completely freak out about her new car. Her blue eyes searched JJ’s face as he stared at the touch-screen navigation. “Isn’t it fucking insane..” She finally said, looking around the car with a smile. “And I’m not paying insurance, they are. I didn’t have to do anything.”

“Watch out Sarah Cameron, there’s a new kook princess on the horizon.” JJ said with a smile, finally bringing his finger to click on the screen. “Holy shit I can watch tv in this thing?”

“Yes! And It won’t show up for view on the screen. Kook technology, dude, I don’t know who thought of it.”

“You think you get Danielle to think my car doesn’t look good in their driveway when I park it here and they could get me a new car?” John B teased from the back seat, pulling himself between the two headrests.

“I’ll try my hardest.” Delaney said with a smile, putting the car and drive and heading around the half moon driveway. “And speaking of kook princess, my aunt wants me to talk to Sarah, she said that my uncle and her dad used to be friends in high school, even went to the same college. They think her and I are going to be best friends when I join the kook academy.” She huffed, rolling her eyes.

“Well, you could… But it seems unlikely. You’re nothing like Sarah Cameron. You actually know what it’s like to be a pogue.” JJ’s fingers still toyed with the touch screen, not letting a single button go unpressed.

“And there’s no way they would let you still go to Kildare County?” John B chimed in, Delaney instantly shaking her head.

“No way, they already have the paperwork to enroll me. Only I would be unlucky enough to have to start senior year at a new school.”

“At least you’ll have Kiara at the Kook Academy.” John B tried to make the best of the situation, but Delaney was back on her angry streak- mad at the world for the shitty events that had taken place.

“But I wanted senior year to be us. It was supposed to be Delaney, JJ, John B and Pope against the world. We were supposed to show up late and skip out early. We were taking the easiest classes with the best teachers.. And now I’m supposed to think about college. Yeah, that’s right. They said that I have to last minute apply to college. I was told my whole life that I was going to Kildare Community if I even wanted to go to college. And now I’m supposed to apply to colleges where I need to pick out what I want to do the-”

“You got off The Cut, stop complaining.” JJ finally said. His tone was low, but you could hear the pain in his voice. “We get it. Things have been shitty. This has by far been the worst summer, not to mention you’ve had shitty things happen since you can remember.. But you got out of it, you know? I’m not saying you can’t be upset or angry or feel whatever the hell you’re feeling.. But remember who you’re talking to…” Delaney took in a deep breath, he was right. And it was probably the smartest thing she had heard JJ say in a while.

She knew who she was talking to, and as it settled in, she started to feel the familiar crappy feeling again. John B’s mom left, same with JJ’s. John B’s dad was missing out at sea, and while JJ’s dad was at home, it would’ve been better if he were the one out at sea.

“I’m sorry..” The blonde mumbled, moving her eyes from the road to JJ’s for a moment. John B was silent in the back seat, and the car filled with tension. Sorrow for all of their shitty situations.

“You don’t gotta apologize. But we’ve all been through shit.. If I could escape to Figure 8, I would do it in a heartbeat. Just try and think about the positives.” JJ’s hand reached for Delaney’s, his thumb running back and forth.

The positives, Delaney thought. They all seemed materialistic at this point. Like her aunt and uncle were trying to replace the gaping hole in her chest with cars, and clothing and things. But things didn’t change the ache in her chest. Where were the positives to growing up on The Cut with a mother who was more interested in drugs than her daughters well being? Where were the positives in having to take cold showers? In not having electricity for days because of missed bills? Delaney worked two jobs in order to pay for her car, food, and help chip in at John B’s- since it was where she had spent most of her nights. She had no desire to stay at her own house, the strangers that walked in and out of the house, the slurring of her mother as she mixed her drugs with alcohol.

“Night John B!” Delaney waved him off as he pulled out of her driveway, opening up the screen door, letting JJ follow in after her. The two climbed the stairs to Delaney’s room, opening the door, she plugged in the string lights that swooped around the whole light blue room.

Falling on to her bed, she outstretched her arms to JJ, who walked past her with a small grin, grabbing a notebook that lay on her desk. He tossed it to her, followed by a pen.

The blonde girl furrowed her brows, looking to JJ, then the notebook. JJ sprawled out on the bed flipping the notebook to an empty page.

“The positives.” He said, raising his eyebrows. “I could tell in the car you couldn’t think of any. You were still focusing on the negatives. I could tell ya positives about my life. I met John B, got a best friend, let me stay at his place, met a beautiful girl, turned into my smokin’ hot girlfriend.” He grinned propping himself up on his elbows to kiss her lips sweetly.

“You’re a dork.” Delaney said with a grin, grabbing the notebook and pen. “The positives..” She started, looking to JJ.

“Living with people that care about you, living with people that are trying, having your future set up for you..” He began. So he had thought about this, she thought.

“A house that isn’t a crack house..” Delaney started, still scribbling what JJ had said on the paper, followed by her own addition. “A car that’s not going to crap out at any second of the day, food in the fridge, hot water, electricity, no strangers in the house..” Things kept spilling out of her mouth, Delaney’s hand writing as fast as it could to try and keep up with the thoughts that popped into her head. Finally stopping after she had rattled off at least ten more things, she looked to JJ with a smile, his blue eyes looking to hers as a wide smile was spread across his face.

“To going full kook.” His smile didn’t budge as he spoke, his eyes glancing over every part of her. Her blonde hair he knew she hadn’t washed in day, her face that was hollowed out a bit more from not eating the past few days, her eyes that were swollen from crying for a week. It was weird, he thought. How Delaney could hate everything about her house on The Cut, how she could complain about her mom and her actions and choices, but still feel so much sadness over her passing. Would he feel the same if his dad died? Probably..

“To going full kook.” Delaney said with a small laugh, leaning over and kissing JJ. She let out a breathy sigh, feeling the sadness well up in her body yet again, though she refused to cry again. She was too happy. JJ was right, there had been so much positive to come out of everything that had happened, she couldn’t forget that. But that didn’t take away the hurt of losing a parent.

Hearing her phone ring on the bed, Delaney perked up, which only caused JJ’s face to fall. He knew what was about to happen. It broke his heart.

“Hold that thought- my mom always calls at this ti-” Her face fell, tears instantly welling up in her eyes as JJ scrambled for the phone.

“Kie, not a good time, she’ll call you back.” He hung up, quickly wrapping his arms around his silently sobbing girlfriend.

Footsteps frantically pattered along the hall, her aunt and uncle looking sorrowful to the sobbing teen. They looked to JJ, as if he would say if they should leave it to him, or if backup was needed. The blonde boy nodded slightly, the two adults quickly entering the room. Delaney’s aunt gently ran her hand up and down her back, as her uncle sat silently on the edge of the bed.

“It’s not her.” Delaney sobbed out. “It’s never going to be her again.” She continued, her tears quickly dampening JJ’s shirt.

“I’m sorry, Laney..” JJ whispered, looking to her aunt and uncle for any bit of help.

No one knew what to do. It was all so new. Everyone in her family cried. They were angry at the world, but no one knew how to navigate this sort of life event.

“I’m tired of crying..” Delaney finally cried out, pulling herself away from JJ, her eyes looked to each of the people in the room, as if she were pleading with them, as if they could give her a way to stop crying.

“It’s going to take time, sweetie.” Her aunt finally mustered up, tears begging to be released in her own eyes. She hated seeing the younger girl in so much pain, but it was just something she had to go through.

The four had made their way to the living room, putting on Peter Pan to attempt to calm Delaney down. Luckily, she had fallen asleep during the movie, her head resting on JJ’s shoulder.

“Are you staying again tonight, JJ?” Danielle, Delaney’s aunt asked.

“If that’s alright, yeah.” JJ nodded. He could still remember earlier in the week the screaming match him staying the night caused. Delaney’s new guardians didn’t agree with letting a boy stay the night, especially in her bed. Though once she screamed about staying at John B’s house with three boys many nights, and how she had next to JJ multiple times, they pushed back less. It wasn’t until Delaney went on a screaming rampage about how she had no desire to fuck her boyfriend after recieving the news of her mothers death.

That seemed to be the real winner in the argument.

“Of course. We can’t thank you enough for being there for her during all of this.. We know it isn’t easy.” Jack said. Delaney’s uncle had always liked JJ, his positive attitude seeming infectious even in these times.

“It’s no problem at all. Sometimes I just feel like I’m not doing enough.” JJ’s words were soft, as if he was embarrassed he wasn’t able to take the pain away.

“We all do, and sometimes we feel like we’re doing too much.. It’s a vicious cycle, and it’s one we aren’t going to win.” Jack said with an almost apologetic smile.

Delaney’s eyes fluttered open softly, stretching as she looked around. “I think I’m going to head to bed.. Thanks for watching the movie with me..” She walked over, wrapping her arms tightly around each adult. “I really appreciate it.” JJ stood, giving a small nod and wave as he followed behind Delaney up to her room.

Laying down in bed, Delaney cuddled up next to JJ- it was hit or miss if she did this. Some nights she wanted no human contact, she would shudder away from every touch. Though there were some nights JJ’s arms around her felt like the most comforting thing on the planet, like they alone could take away all her grief.

“Hey J?” Delaney said softly, looking up to JJ, whose face was moonlight on the pillow, his eyes shut.

“Hey D?” He replied, his arm gently running up and down her arm.

“I don’t think it’s ever going to go away.”

“What isn’t going to go away?” His eyes opened slowly, looking down to her.

“The pain.” She said simply. “I don’t think it’s going to go away. I think I’m just going to learn to live with it.”

I was on the verge of breaking down Then you came around

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