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thekookprincess · 3 years

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everyone stop what you are doing and read this!! i am now a john b girl, no regrets tho, this was amazing as always! i could rant about this for hours i love it so much🥺🥺💗💗

killing me softly

pairing: john b routledge x reader

wc: 1.8k

warning(s): mentions of death/a missing family member, mentions of grief & loss, sprinkles of angst but fluffy ending (i tried)

summary: checking up on john b after his father’s disappearance leads to an honest conversation about where you two stand.

a/n: this is my entry for the lovely @sweeterthansammy’s writing challenge! the prompt was blueberry muffins. i hope you like it and thanks for giving me the opportunity <33

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Radio silent. A fair description for the lack of interaction John B initiated with the group over the last few weeks. And rightfully so. The disappearance and possible death of a parent— you could only imagine— would be hell to bear. Especially for a young, only child like John B.

He would often speak about how he loved being the only child in the house. There was no one he was obligated to share with, no one there to get on his nerves on a constant basis, and no one to split the presence of his father with. That was nice for a while; until Big John’s appearances on the island spread thinner and thinner, and to his son it felt as though he were dissipating.

With the support of his lifelong friends, he felt like he’d be okay. Though there were no biological ties between them all, he’d always consider the pogues his family.

JJ would stop by his place on the way home from a long shift at the Island Club. And although he was tired, he knew John B would crack a smile at the preppy uniform he had to wear.

Kiara would call a lot, as her parents were keeping close eyes on her. It was hard for the girl to visit as often as she would’ve liked, but John B hearing the girl’s voice while he sat and listened to her crazy stories was more than enough as is.

Pope would be the one to urge him to get outside. He’d ask the Routledge boy to come out on grocery deliveries with him, keep him company on whatever job Heyward had him doing for the day, and he’d even invite him over. Or more so his mother extended the invitation, urging her son to let his friend know he’s welcome in their home anytime.

And where you stood in this process, was pretty much all three of the others combined. At this point, John B could count on your arrival to his home on every Friday morning. Maybe afternoon, depending on how late you’d slept in.

After a few knocks and no answer, you debated on just walking right in. He was never one to lock his doors, and he told you knocking was unnecessary at this point, but you were all for privacy. “John B? You decent?”

“Kinda. Come on in!”

With a turn of the doorknob, you stepped in the house, prepared to keep your eyes on the ground if need be. Rain droplets soaked into the material of your heather gray jacket as you had been shielding the paper box of baked goods you were holding.

The freckled boy came around the corner to greet you, pulling on a T-shirt over his head, but your eyes were fixated on looking down. Pizza boxes, beer cans, pictures, and every piece of trash known to man made it extremely difficult to see the floor. Your nose scrunched at the questionable and mysterious smell coming from one area. “What the hell is all this?”

“I know, I know. I need to tidy up a bit. My fault.” John B admitted, hands up in surrender as he picked up a few pieces of trash and tossed it in the bin.

“I think there are raccoons living better than this.” You quipped, pinching the bridge of your nose to eliminate the smell passing through your airways. “How’d it even get this bad? I was just here last week!”

“Wish I could tell ya.” He shrugged in response, before his expression lifted and his fingers began wiggling towards the box you held. “What’s in here?”

You retracted the box from him, eyebrows furrowing while feigning offense. “Not even a hug first?”

With a joking eye roll, John B shuffled towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, breathing in the sweet smell of your shampoo. “Now can I see what’s in the box?”

“Sure, you greedy little monster.” You retorted, placing the box on his coffee table and taking a seat at the couch. He followed suit, eyes widening as they landed upon two fresh blueberry muffins.

“Aw. All for me? You shouldn’t have.” He teased, voice muffled by the large bite he wasted no time in taking.

You smiled through a bite of your own blueberry muffin at his rush, focusing your attention on pulling on the wrapper to avoid bursting out into laughter.

Somehow, you ended up sitting in between John B’s outstretched legs as he played with your hair, blanket draped over your laps as you nibbled on your muffins, watching some random sitcom on TV to push out the sound of the rain outside. It was nice to see John B appear happy, even if he was lost and hurting on the inside.

When he noticed you seemed to be entranced in your own thoughts, his hand rubbed your shoulder concerningly. “You okay?”

“Yep. Just thinking.”

“Uh oh. That’s never a good idea.”

“Shut up.” You mumbled through a small laugh, toying with the bracelet on John B’s wrist that matched yours. “I better get going pretty soon. Promised Kie I’d help her clean her room. She’s always finding ways to get me over there.”

“You could always stay here, y’know. I think Kie can handle her room on her own.” John B presumed.

“So you want me to bail on Kie so we can sit here and watch TV all day?” You asked, rewording his question for him so he could hear how unfair it sounded.

“We don’t have to sit here and watch TV!” He suggested as if he had a long list of plans to get to. “We could make out or something.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his random proposal, but then again what else would you expect? “Really? And what would the ‘or something’ be?”

“We could uh… eat spaghetti Lady and the Tramp style? And we wouldn’t even have to kiss!” The freckled boy shouted as he tried to get his point across. You stood up while looking down at him, arms crossed over your chest as a smile creeped its way onto your face.

“You’re delusional. I seriously think the stench in here has been frying your brain— and you don’t even know it!”

“No frying up here, ma’am.” He argued, patting his head twice. “But I mean, have you never thought about it?”

“Thought about what?”

“Us. Together. Being more than friends.”

Your mouth ran dry as you stood still, unsure of how to answer and unsure as to how the conversation took a turn so quickly. It had been on John B’s mind for quite some time, seeing as he’s had plenty of time to sit around and be left with his thoughts. Something was up, he just needed some honesty.

“I don’t have time to go into this right now. Kie’s waiting on me.”

As you made your way out the door and onto the porch, John B was hot on your heels and following you just as fast. “You keep running away from this conversation, Y/n!” He added. “Just stay this time. Please?”

Sighing, you stopped your path for the screen door as you turned around to face him, arms raising then dropping to your sides. “Fine! Maybe I have. But maybe I know you need a friend right now so I decided not to be selfish and let it be known.”

“So, you didn’t tell me because you thought it was selfish? But keeping that secret from me isn’t?”

“You’re going through the hardest time of your life right now. I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell you that I’ve had feelings for you way before this all even happened.” You expressed, voice much softer as you hoped he would receive it better.

“So? What if I feel the same way?”

“John B… I don’t want you to feel the same way just because love feels better than grief. I don’t want you to have feelings for me just because it’s easier.”

“Well I can tell you this isn’t a new development of mine either. We’ve always acted like a couple without really being one. And I just need to know what’s going on. Everything is so confusing these days.”

“I know.” You muttered sympathetically, taking his hand in yours. “You need time to process things. To heal.”

“Us being together won’t stop that.”

“You can’t say that for sure.” You argued, tugging on his arm a little to try to get him to look you in the eyes. Just so he could know that you meant it. And to no avail. So you held his cheek in the other hand. “But I’ll still be here, every step of the way alright? Nobody said you had to go through it alone. And maybe when it’s all said and done, we can be together. But we have to be willing to put that on hold right now.”

As you vented, the hopeful gleam in his eyes shined a little bit brighter. “You’ll wait for me? That could take forever, Y/n. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“I’ll wait for however long it fucking takes, Routledge.” You confessed, tone breathless as you emphasized every word. “I’ve already got my mind made up, so there’s no stopping me now.”

The boy wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pressing his lips to the skin gently. “You’re stubborn. You know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” Your thumb brushed across his freckled cheek as you grinned.

“Don’t you have a room to clean?” John B questioned, reminding you of your previous commitment.

“Right! Kie’s gonna wonder where the hell I am. I’ll say traffic.”

“Alright. Drive safe.” JB spoke warmly in your ear as you embraced him, kissing his cheek before pulling away.

“I will!” You shouted over your shoulder, jogging down the steps off the porch. “See you soon! But I’ll talk to you sooner!”

“Oh, Y/n?” He called out, frame leaning against the open doorway of the porch as he watched you stop in your tracks at the sound of his voice. “Bring double blueberry muffins next time for my troubles.”

He laughed as you shot your middle finger in the air towards him, only wearing a matching smile on your face.

“We’ll see, no promises, though!” You jeered, knowing good and well that you’d be bringing four blueberry muffins to the Chateau next week. If he asked for a camel or a rock from the Grand Canyon, you’d most likely bring that too.

Though there was no countdown timer on how long one could grieve, only time would tell how long it would be until you two would be together. And no matter how long; what counted was that you both knew it would be well worth the wait.

a/n: not sure how i feel about this one yet but it’s growing on me! fun fact; i imagined it for jj when john b and sarah were presumed dead, but i thought this would be good for jb too? plus i’m already writing so much jj right now so the others need some love too lol. let me know what you guys think!!

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thekookprincess · 3 years

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I’m opening applications for new friends since my irl ones said I talk too much about obx :(

#obx #i need new friends #if you read this and you like obx talk to me ily

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thekookprincess · 3 years

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THIS IS JUST TOO AMAZING AND CUTE😭🥰🥺💕 I AM OFFICIALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS❤️

teenage fever— place i belong.

pairing(s): jj maybank x reader

word count: 2.0k

summary: thanks to jj, you remember there’s no place like home.

a/n: this is the prologue to my jj series! i’m so excited to start it and i really hope you guys like it. don’t be shy— let me know your thoughts <3

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They say there’s no place like home.

A quick lesson to learn after weeks on “vacation”. Because let’s face it, after a while, the thought of sleeping in your own bed sounds exceptional. Not to mention the uncomfortable feeling of wearing out your welcome in someone else’s home, because they also say fish and guests harbor the same policy; they start to smell after three days. You were glad to be back.

During your trip to Charleston to look after your smaller cousins while their parents went on a Caribbean cruise, your dear friends anxiously awaited your return before starting any big summer plans without you. Or as JJ would reassure, ‘there’s no party if you’re not there, honey.’

Trudging straight to your bedroom once you entered your house, you didn’t feel like you’d be in much of a party mood this weekend. But as soon as you woke up after some much needed uninterrupted sleep and remembered your plans for the day didn’t involve slicing food into small pieces or partaking in any kids tea parties, your spirits lifted immensely.

The ride to the Chateau seemed like it would never end judging by the way you couldn’t stop tapping the top of the steering wheel with your thumb, excited to see your people again. Maybe one just a smidge more than the rest— a certain blond pogue that caused your heart to beat a little faster. But for now, it could be pushed aside.

“Welcome!” John B called out as you parked and got out of your car, his arms up in the air for a dramatic effect. Pope, Sarah, and Kiara were all in tow with smiles on their faces as they made greetings of their own one by one.

“Salutations, my friends!” You embraced John B first, matching his demeanor before going down the line to give out more hugs.

“It’s good to see your face again, Y/n/n. Did you have fun?” Kiara queried.

“As much fun as I could have babysitting for almost 3 weeks.” Your lips pursed together in a tight-lipped smile after answering, your eyes now scattering the yard in discontentment. “Where’s JJ?”

“Inside.” Pope responded. “Did you get home okay last night? How was the drive back?”

“Long. But yeah, I just knocked out right after. No use in announcing my arrival when-”

“Did you miss me?” JJ hollered in your direction, the sound of the screen door shutting behind him interrupting your sentence as he sauntered over.

“JJ?!”

Instantly, your eyes lit up when they landed on him, clad in a faded turquoise t-shirt as he held out his arms for you. Your lips pressed to his cheek in a sweet peck before accepting his enveloping embrace without a doubt, the two of you spinning slightly upon impact. You both allowed your eyes to flutter shut for the moment being, holding each other close.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

“I guess so.” JJ muttered. “But you already know I missed you, didn’t think you needed to ask.”

“Did you, now?”

“Sure I did.” He confirmed, stepping back with a nod. “I mean nobody would let me throw any wild ragers that you would miss out on so..”

“Well, you’ve got me for the next few months. Now you can throw all the ragers you want.”

JJ’s eyebrow quirked, trying to detect sarcasm anywhere in your statement. “Don’t tempt me, baby.”

“Ahem.” John B coughed under his breath, alerting his two friends that he was still very much present, along with 3 others that felt too awkward to speak up.

“How about those milkshakes we talked about, guys?” Sarah suggested, dangling the keys to the Twinkie between two fingers. “My treat!”

“Are you tired?” JJ asked you. “I can pick yours up if you wanna stay here and rest for a bit.”

“No, no! I haven’t seen my best friends in weeks. And you think I’m gonna turn down a milkshake date with Sarah Cameron?”

“Hey, this is a milkshake date with all of us!” JJ argued.

“Well, she is paying...”

“Just wanna do something special for my lady.” Sarah commented, holding out her hand to which you accepted.

“Your lady…?”

“Sorry, J. Maybe it’ll be your date next time.” You shrugged with a wink, already headed for the Twinkie.

“A vanilla for Pope, and chocolates for John B and JJ?” Sarah listed off the orders to double check, her head peeking in through the open door.

“Isn’t it strawberry for JJ?” You piped up before he could answer, glancing at him to either confirm or deny.

“Yes please.” He grinned politely.

The boys stayed in the van while the girls went in to order the shakes, figuring that some time together in the Twinkie without any noise from other customers would be the best place to indulge in the sweet treats.

“Man, where were you when Y/n pulled up?” Pope interrogated his friend who was in the passenger seat, fidgeting with a pen and it’s cap.

“I was like one minute late, relax. Had to fix my hair n’ shit.”

“Aw. So cute.” John B cooed. “I could tell she was kinda freaking out when she didn’t see you, y’know.”

“And then that long ass hug, straight out of a movie? What’s up with that?” Pope chimed in with a question of his own.

JJ shrugged. “Nothing’s up. Not sure what you mean.”

“Oh? How about the part where she kissed you? You gotta know what that means.” John B protested.

“She kissed me on the cheek.” JJ corrected his friend, biting back a smile as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“Hm. She didn’t kiss any of us on the cheek, dude.”

“Maybe because y’all have girlfriends..? I mean it wouldn’t even be that weird cuz we’re all close friends and stuff. You’re just reading too much into it.” JJ ranted, cheeks burning.

“Oh JJ, I missed you so much.” John B mocked, voice falling softer.

“I missed you too, baby.” Pope added, making kissy faces that JJ caught sight of in the rearview mirror, deadpanning.

Meanwhile, Sarah and Kie happened to be grilling you on the same topic. The list of orders ahead of you happened to be long, leaving you three to sit and wait at one of the tables.

“You missed us too, right? Or were you just daydreaming about JJ the whole time?” Sarah implored.

“Of course I missed you! Those kids were driving me insane.”

“You know who else was going insane without you?” Kiara questioned, ready to respond to her own rhetoric. “JJ.”

You shot the brunette a glare, to which she only put her hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying! He just wasn’t himself.”

“I second that.” Sarah agreed. “He asked when you were coming back like, I don’t know… a thousand times?”

“Doubt it. It was way more than that.” Kiara reckoned.

“Mhm. Sure.” You nodded, appeasing their unlikely observations.

“It’s true! He was just like a lost puppy all those weeks, all alone… no one to turn to.” Kiara quipped.

“And are we going to ignore that kiss?! I’m kinda mad I didn’t get one… but I know he’s extra special to you so I won’t feel slighted.” Sarah dramaticized.

“Order for Sarah?” An employee called out, disrupting your bubbling thoughts as he placed two cup holders of milkshakes on the counter.

You hurriedly got up to disengage from whatever conversation Sarah and Kiara wanted to have, two of you picking up one cup holder each while the third held the door open. With a brisk walk across the street and back to the Twinkie, you just hoped you were free from this interrogation. For now, at least.

By the time the stars came out, most of the pogues lay asleep, dispersed in different rooms of the Chateau. The sugar intake must’ve taken its effect on their bodies, leaving everyone a little drowsy and lethargic.

JJ's offer to join him in the hammock was one that couldn’t be refused, especially now that your friends weren’t awake and more than ready to tease you about it. Spending time with the pogues may have been euphoric, but being alone with JJ may have been unmatched. Just the two of you.

In the hammock you faced one another, legs outstretched and parallel to his as there was a leisurely swing to the netting of fabric. The silence was comfortable, some of the best silence you’ve experienced in weeks due to your other obligations keeping you busy.

“Did you have fun on your trip?” JJ rasped, looking up at you from the soda can he held in his lap.

“Sort of, if that’s what you call cleaning up Spaghettios, watching Doc McStuffins, and living with a constant screaming-induced headache.”

JJ chuckled softly at your take on babysitting, knowing you’ve never been a fan of unruly children.

“It was a nice break I guess.”

“Then I hope you’re not all worn out. This summer’s gonna be so great that you won’t even remember all of that.”

“I better not.” You bargained. “I need to wipe that trip from my memory. Fast.”

“I’m your guy, then. If anyone knows how to forget a bad memory, it’s me.” The blond jested, chuckling to himself inwardly.

Your lips settled into a slight frown, unaware of any specifics he was referring to, but it hurt to hear JJ make those kinds of remarks. “So.. what’ve you been up to?”

“Waiting patiently by the window for when you come home, of course.” He quipped, earning an eye roll in return. “Where else would I be?”

“I should’ve known.” You mumbled, matching his sarcasm. “I didn’t hear from you so I was just wondering. Feels like you disappear sometimes, J.”

“Then I’ll tell you what…” JJ began his proposition, making slow movements in the hammock to sit up and meet you in the middle. He snapped off the tab of his soda can, his hold tight on the small piece of aluminum before it could slip away.

His fingers glided up to the back of your neck, brushing your hair to the side to find the clasp of the simple silver chain you wore. JJ remembered you had some philosophy about finding a charm for it someday, making it your own without paying more money for something that held no emotional value.

“Wear this, and you can have a piece of me wherever you go.” JJ whispered, breath fanning your ear as he dropped the soda tab down the chain to hang from the lowest point of the necklace.

His words made you both chuckle breathlessly at their banality, something JJ would never admit to saying in the presence of someone else.

“Why, thank you. That’s really sweet.” You beamed, feeling much warmer inside at the gesture. Butterflies, maybe?

The boy took it upon himself to now lay beside you, arm swinging around your shoulders as you laid back as well, fiddling with one of the rings on his fingers.

“Happy to be home, Y/n?”

“Mhm. I missed you.”

His lips curled into a soft smile, finding it hard not to for some reason. The feeling was almost nerving as his heart pounded in his chest. “Yeah? Y’know they say there’s no place like it.”

“They also say home is where the heart is.” You added, turning on your side to trace heart shapes on the blond’s chest.

“Who’s they again?”

You pushed him lightly at his urge to always crack a joke, but you couldn’t help but love that about him. “I actually don’t know. Just go with it.”

“Whatever you say.” He surrendered, yawning shortly after. His words were soft and full of somnolence, telling that he wasn’t far from drifting off to sleep. “As long as home for you isn’t somewhere super far away, then we’re good. Don’t go runnin’ off on me.”

“Don’t worry, J. My home is a lot closer than you think.”

a/n: let me know your thoughts pretty please! i would really appreciate it <3

tagging my regular taglist, but let me know if you’d like to be added/removed for this series.

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thekookprincess · 3 years

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I know no one is going to read this but I was thinking about writing a obx series (probably JJ x reader or JJ x oc) and I wanted to know if anyone might be interested in reading it (also sorry if there are any mistakes in this, english is not my first language)

#obx #fanfic

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thekookprincess · 3 years

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hi if u have tiktok listen to me

theres an ad out right now that starts like that.

its for the new quiet place movie. it counts down from 15 and when it reaches 0 then ominous music blasts playing while a monster from the movie appears suddenly (jump scare), also with scary text it says 'not quiet enough.' after the jump scare

if you have bad anxiety or panic attacks or anything of the sort, scroll past it or maybe even just report it!

i saw it yesterday and i had a bad panic bc jumpscares usually trigger me !!

just scroll or report if you see this ad on your tiktok

[please reblog + boost]

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thekookprincess · 3 years

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I really want to write something but my brain doesn’t want to cooperate :(

where is my imagination?

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thekookprincess · 3 years

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me @ my friend that loves draco malfoy and says he was “misunderstood”: he is toxic how can you like him?

me seeing rafe commiting a literal crime: my poor baby he deserves way better🥺

#outer banks #rafe cameron

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thekookprincess · 3 years

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Strawberries and apples

JJ Maybank x kook! reader

Summary: The newest Kook Princess always smells like strawberries and apples and Outer Bank’s very own troublemaker can’t help but wonder if she also tastes like that.

Warnings: swearing i think? some angst but mostly fluff

Notes: hi! this is my first time writing here (please be nice!) and english is not my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes! this maybe a little cliche, also, no gold hunting! au ‘cause they deserve to be normal teenagers. hope you guys like it!!

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If anyone were to tell the so-called Pogues that they would have a kook in their group at the start of the summer, the four of them would laugh and say that it was impossible, but two weeks in, the universe proved them wrong when no other than Sarah Cameron and their beloved leader John B started dating, making Sarah an “honorary pogue” as she liked to call herself once she was welcomed into the group.

At first, it wasn’t easy, Kiara and Sarah weren’t exactly best friends but after some little scheming from the boys they made up and everything seemed perfect, that is, until Sarah was dethroned from her “Kook Princess” title, apparently, hanging out with the Pogues made her a traitor and the kooks didn’t waste any second finding a replacement. Y/N L/N, Sarah’s best friend, accepted the title with a satisfied smile, after all, if the Cameron girl was going to ditch her for her new friends, becoming the new kook princess was the perfect payback.

Y/N wasn’t one to jugde, she even spent almost a year trying to make Kie and Sarah to make up, though that didn’t work out too well, the point is, once she found out about her best friend and the pogue leader she was nothing but supportive, only to have her little nice gesture smacking her in the face when Sarah started being “too busy” to hang out with her.

“I’m sorry, Y/N/N, is just that...I don’t think they’re ready to have another kook around” Sarah’s words replayed in her mind as she was “officially” presented as the new princess in an exclusive kook party; the ex-princess wasn’t invited and as Y/N danced with some stuck-up kooks she couldn’t help but think “another kook? that’s what she thinks I am?” and driven by the need to prove she was not just another annoying rich girl, she dissapeared from the party.

That’s how she found herself in front of John B’s house, her flower crown almost falling off her head and the sundress she was wearing covered in dirt from the roads she fell onto while running there; her once white shoes were now almost grey and her knees had little cuts covered in blood but she didn’t care, of course, she didn’t think she would find the whole gang sitting in the front porch.

Sarah was the first to break up the perplexed silence her friends had fallen onto, standing up from her seat next to her boyfriend and approaching the girl with worry “Oh my god, Y/N/N, what happened? are you okay?” the princess just nodded, her e/c eyes scanning the faces of the other four teens who were staring at her in silence. Kiara stood up and approached the girls with caution, they all knew who she was and what the flower crown in her head represented, so she still had some doubts about the seemingly innocent girl, but she noticed the cuts on her legs and her face softened, leading her to where she sat before her appearence.

Y/N remained silent as the brunette girl entered the house claiming she had to clean the wounds before they got inffected, Sarah, however, didn’t stop asking questions with evident worry in her face and voice. She looked at the girl she somehow still considered her best friend and just asked “Do you really think I’m just another kook?” her voice was barely avobe a whisper and she hated how soft and hurt it sounded, the silence didn’t help, as the blonde just looked at her two friends and her boyfriend with a confused expression that they mirrored; when she finally decided to speak Kie had already retourned and was starting to clean her cuts “What? What do you mean, I-I don’t understand” Y/N sighed, of course she doesn’t even remember, she thought “You said they weren’t ready for another kook...is that all I am?” she pointed at the pogues, who watched the conversation like it was a tennis match, with their heads moving to look a the two girls, even Kiara stopped playing doctor to look at them.

“I didn’t...I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, and that was almost two weeks ago” the Cameron girl looked somewhat embarrased “Yes, it was two weeks ago since you stopped texting me and hanging out with me ‘cause, apparently, hanging around kooks isn’t so funny anymore” anger was evident in her voice and for the first time since she got there, John B speaked up “Whoah, okay, I’m sure she didn’t mean that, L/N, let’s not jump to conclusions” the kook rolled her eyes at the boy’s protective words “I didn’t ask you, John B, but since you seem so eager to respond, tell me, what did she mean, then?” after that, hell broke loose, Sarah claimed she was overreacting, obviously backed up by her boyfriend and when the kook princess said she didn’t know she needed a guard dog, the blond boy she recognized as JJ Maybank jumped into the discussion as well, defending his best friend; the other boy, Pope, she rememberd him from the countless times he delivered groceries at her house, and Kiara tried to stop the fight, they seemed to be the only ones with a brain, she noted.

“You know what, I get it, you were tired of playing the good girl in Figure Eight and figured I would be just a reminder of the life you hate so much” she was almost crying and she felt Kiara taking her hand when she finished cleaning the cuts, giving her a squeeze in hopes to calm her down; she muttered a weak “thank you” to the girl and looked at Sarah again “No! It’s not that! I’m sorry, okay? I was worried that I would lose you, that you wouldn’t like them, that they wouldn’t like you...I didn’t want to lose my best friend, but I guess I was stupid and I already have”

Y/N’s features softened and her angered voice dissapeared, her usual sweet tone reappearing “You could never lose me, S” a smile broke the guilty look in the blonde’s face and she wrapped her in a hug, whispering “I’m sorry” a dozen times “It’s fine, just don’t do it again” they both smiled and the pogues relaxed, offering the kook girl to stay with them for the rest of the day.

That was how the newest Kook Princess ended up being a “traitor” just like the one before her. It was almost a month after that day and the Pogues plus the two kook traitors, Y/N thought that sounded way cooler than “honorary pogues”, were sitting and chatting at John B’s front porch; Sarah and John B were cuddled up in a chair way too small for the both of them while they listened to Kiara rant about some envirommental issue, Pope was sitting beside her, watching her with a small smile and JJ was currently defending his right to use the hammock, but Y/N wasn’t having it.

“Come on, J! Just move a little! We can both fit in there!” Sarah glanced at her best friend, who stood in front of a grinning JJ, she had her arms crossed and the most adorable pout in her face, the blonde shaked her head smiling knowingly and focused on Kie’s rant again.

“No we can’t, sugar” sugar, he had been calling her that since she joined the group, saying it was because she smelled like strawberries and apples and that it was “too sugary”, that was also the argument he always used to not share the hammock with her “you know I can’t stand your sugary scent, Y/N/N, I’m sorry but we can’t share the spot” he smirked, thinking the girl would roll her eyes and take her usual spot next to the cuddling couple like she always did, but this time the L/N girl had another plan in mind.

Without a warning, she pushed JJ’s feet, that were dangling in the air as he sat in the hammock facing her, making him lay in his back, and she quickly climbed in the hammock, laying next to him and giggling like a little girl once she saw the look of pure shock in the boy’s face. “Great” the boy groaned and faced the opposite side, trying to hide the blush that threatened to reveal the real reason why he didn’t want to be close to the kook.

Since the girl joined the group and he discovered her signature scent, he became intoxicated by it, so much that it often clouded his mind when she would talk to him, the smell of strawberries always hit him first, followed by the sweetest apples he’s ever smelt; he often surprised himself thinking if the lipgloss she always seemed to wear tasted the same as her sugar coated scent, if she tasted like that.

He tried to push thoughts aside as he dared to look over at her, she was still giggling, and every time she moved the wind carried the intoxicating smell over to him, making him close his eyes and suppresing a groan, with his eyes still closed, he heard the giggles beside him ceasing and then he sensed the girl moving again “Are you okay?” her voice seemed too close and it was a sweet whisper that warned him, don’t open your eyes, but he was never the one to listen, even to himself, so he opened his eyes, and he immediatelly regreted it.

Her face was just centimetres apart from his, some strands of her hair tickling his cheeks, her e/c eyes stared back at him as she repeated the question, his gaze instantly fixating in her lips, the movement they created when she talked, how the lipgloss she was wearing made them seem shiny and how bad he wanted to figure out how they tasted, before he knew it, he was breathing heavily, his baby blue eyes turning dark.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up once she realized the change in his demeanor, his eyes were still focused in her lips, his own slightly parted. His breath was hitting her due to the close proximity and if one of them moved a little closer, their lips would be touching.

“I’m fine” he swallowed “it’s your stupid smell again, I can’t stop thinking about-” he cut himself before finishing the sentence, eyes still dark and now wide as he stared in her eyes, that didn’t help, her eyes were shining with curiosity and they looked absolutely breathtaking up close. “About what?” her voice was soft, sweet and velvetly and he finally thought, fuck it, “about whether you taste as good and sweet as you smell” she let out a small surprised noise and as he looked away from her, he noted she was almost on top of him, arms in his chest, he placed his own tentatively in her waist and looked at her again, searching in her eyes something that told him to stop, but she just smiled and shifted even closer, lips brushing his as she spoke “Well, then you should figure it out, don’t you think?” he breathed a strangled “yeah” and closed the small gap between them.

He was finally kissing the newest Kook Princess, and, as he did, he smiled when he indeed tasted her sugary scent in her lips. He was right, she did taste like strawberries and apples.

#outer banks #jj maybank x kook!reader

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