#JJ with those white eyes? DOPE

[glixbitch]

gina i will unfriend you irl if you say mean things about my son istg jamie getting possessed is Bad. Bad. you're grounded now, sit in the corner.

no no lau you’re not understanding this is the good shit-

[maybebanks]

I Noticed You

jj maybank x kook! reader

“Alright, Sarah. Bye now,” you groaned, stepping out past her white painted bedroom door.

“Noooo,” she whined, “don’t leave,”

“I gotta go.” You pouted, “my dad wants me home,”

“Fine. Be like that.” She waved you off.

“Your parents are way less strict then mine!” You argued.

“Uh huh,” Sarah responded sarcastically, “I’m gonna miss you, bitch,” she smiled.

“Okay...see ya,” you waved while walking through the door.

You continued down the hallway, it was a sort of narrow hallway, but you’ve been down it many times before.

“Hey Y/n,” you heard Rafe’s voice call for you, he was leaning casually against his door frame.

“Oh..hey,” you answer, stopping infront of him.

You had to look up to talk to him because he was taller than you.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Rafe asks. You had no idea why he would want to talk to you. I mean, he’s always been nice to you, but he was nearly 20. And you were barely 17.

You nodded, following his gesture for you to come into his room.

He closed the door after you. You just stood by the window. Raising your eyebrows at his suspicious actions.

You looked behind you and saw their backward looking fresh, a Pogue, you think his name is JJ but you didn’t know him well, mowing the lawn.

“I have to be quick. I promised to be home,” you mentioned.

Rafe smiled, not saying anything, just looking at you.

You fumbled with your crop top, “So..what’s this about?” You asked.

“You know how long I’ve been trying to get you alone. You and Sarah...it’s non stop,” he said.

“What?” You asked, very confused in general.

“You were at Toppers party right? Damn..when I saw you snort that coke I was like...this girl...she’s bad,” he chuckled.

“Oh...that was-that was a mistake. I don’t do drugs like that anymore,” you reassured, feeling regretful about that mistake.

He laughed, “don’t lie to yourself, baby. Just think of the fun we could have together,”

Is this some kind of flirting?

“Look...uh, I have to go. Talk later?” you opened the door a bit but Rafe slammed it shut.

“What the hell?” You asked angerly.

Rafe scoffed, “hanging out with Sarah makes you a real bitch,”

“Rafe...I have to go!” You raised your voice. This seemed to anger him. For next, he lunged towards you, trapping you against the wall.

“You think you can tell me what to fucking do?” He asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

When you saw his eyes, you could tell he was high.

“No, I’m-“ you began but stopped yourself when the door creaked open.

Wheezie’s brunette head peaked through the crack of the door.

When she saw both of you, her eyes turned confused.

Rafe moved off of you, “Wheezie, get out of here,” he ordered.

She didn’t argue like she usually would, she didn’t even exchange a glance at you. Just left the room, leaving the door a crack open.

“Shit,” you whispered involuntarily.

“Tell me, Y/n, what’s it gonna take?” he asked.

“Hi!” Wheezie shouted over the loud noise of the lawnmower. Waving her hand towards the boy out in the field.

JJ chuckled, he mowed the lawn for the Cameron’s once or twice a week. Wheezie was basically the only Cameron to talk to him, she would test out flirted to him, even though he was a pogue.

JJ turned the lawn mower off, walking over to Wheezie.

“What’s up?” JJ asked, honestly, he enjoyed a break from his work, and he would never get in trouble becuase Wheezie would defend him.

“So...uh...I don’t know for sure. But I think Rafe is gonna hurt her. And he’s kinda....you know, I mean he does drugs. I saw him this morning! Anyway, he’s in his room and I think-“

“Whoa! Slow down! Who’s gonna hurt who?” JJ asked, now concerned.

“Just put on a shirt and come with me!” She demanded, pulling him by his wrist towards the house.

“I don’t think your parents would be okay with me comin’ in,” JJ chuckled again.

“Just...okay...you know Y/n right? She’ll kill me if she knew I brough you into this becuase she hates attention or whatever but I’m worried, because you know...Rafe has a thing for her and I’m just worried he might try to kiss her and...” She trailed off, but JJ knew what she meant.

He frowned, “You sure I should go in there? What if she wants it. I mean, a lot of kook girls hook up with Rafe,”

“TMI!” Wheezie exclaimed, “anyway, Y/n isn’t one of those kook girls. She’s wayy too good for Rafe. Plus I think she’s into surfer boys,” Wheezie shrugs.

JJ sighs, “alright fine. But you owe me for this,” JJ began walking up the stairs, “what, you not comin’?”

“I am not about to get yelled at by Rafe. Plus I’ll cover the fort down here, so my parents don’t get involved.”

When he finally made it to the second floor, he heard your voice. You weren’t strangers, you’ve met once or twice, but JJ always thought you were way out of his league. And that was saying something.

“Rafe seriously. My dads gonna kill me!” You stated, pushing against Rafe’s rather buff chest.

“Who cares about your dad, Y/n. Just get on your knees,” he stated.

JJ felt disgusted. Even he knew that was no way to talk to a girl.

He stood outside the parted door.

“No, asshole,” you said bluntly, trying to get around him again.

He grabbed your wrist, harshly, pulling you back so you hit the wall. You moaned in pain when the doorknob from his closet door hit your back.

That’s when JJ interfered.

He pushed open the door to make his presence known.

You both looked up at him at the same time.

Rafe immediately stepped back from you, and you pushed the sleeve of your shoulder back to covering yourself.

“Everything alright in here?” JJ asked, studying the situation.

Rafe sniffled slightly nervously, he knew he probobly couldn’t take JJ in a fight due to all the drugs he’s on.

Rafe looked at you, to which you immediately understood, “uh...we are fine. Thanks JJ,” you answered, clearly nervous.

He was surprised, and unexpectedly flattered, when you addressed him by his name.

JJ thought fast, “there is a car here for Y/n,” JJ lied. But you believed it, and so did Rafe.

Rafe scratches the back of his neck, “Okay Y/n...have fun.” Rafe said as you stepped out of the room.

You wanted to flip him off, but JJ was right behind you.

When you got outside, JJ was about to tell you there was no car, but he couldn’t when you thre your arms around his torso, a hug, where you rested your head on his chest.

“Whoa,” he chuckled.

“Thank you, J, you have no idea...” you mumbled.

JJ slowly moved his arm to hug you back. But when his hand reached your mid back, you took a sharp intake of breath and pulled away.

“Sorry, for that. You really saved me back there,” you explained, looking up at him.

“It’s not problem. Oh and by the way, there’s no car here for you,” JJ mentioned.

“Oh...right. Shit I kinda need a ride. You looked around. Until your eyes landed on JJ again.

He studied you.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You asked.

“No...” JJ shook his head, “this is the most you’ve ever talked to me,” he blurted. Kinda regretting not usuing his usual approach when talking to girls.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you before. I just didn’t want to get you in trouble,” you explained, “but I have noticed you,”

Your phone dinged, and that’s when you remember to check the time, “shit,” you blurted.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just...my dads gonna kill me. I was suppose to be home like an hour ago,” you sigh, still nervous.

You noticed JJ tense, “I can give you a ride? The van is gonna smell like weed though,” he winked, gesturing for you to follow him.

You nodded, following him down the driveway to where his “busted” van was parked.

“I’m not usually this helpless, you know,” you blurted, wanting him to know you for the real you.

“Oh believe me, I know,” he chuckles, opening the van door for you.

He was surprised by himself, again. He’s never cared enough to open the door for anyone. But it was so simple you probobly wouldn’t notice.

You smiled, at him and hopped in. There were some all black aviators and a red SnapBack on the seat. Which you moved so you wouldn’t sit on them.

As JJ walked around the van, you couldn’t find anywhere to put them, with all the clutter around, so you just decided to wear the sunglasses and his hat.

When he opened the car his eyes widened in excitement, “looks good on you Y/n,” he said starting the van.

“Who the hells that? I’m JJ,” you joked. When you took a deep breath, you scrunched you’re nose at the stench.

“Whoo,” you sighed, “it’s strong in here. What’d you hotbox or something?” You continued with the JJ impression.

“How do you know me so well?” JJ laughed and grabbed the hat off your head and placed it backwards on his own.

“Just guessin’,” you shrugged, moving the sunglasses farther down your nose.

“Where’s your place?” JJ asked as he turned the wheel.

“Uh...” you trailed off when you noticed Rafe running out of the house, looking angry, waving at the van.

“Shit! JJ go!! Drive!” You commanded. Grabbing his hand and forcing it on the wheel.

You knew Rafe would judge you for spending time with a Pogue, and he would also be mad.

“Calm down, princess,” JJ responded, stepping on the gas.

You immediately retracted, “sorry.” You muttered.

He pulled out of the driveway quick and started heading down the wrong road.

“Where are you going?” You asked, slightly nervous now.

“Back to my place. Since you didn’t tell me where yours was,”

“Wait...uh it’s down that road. I’d really love to hang but I gotta be home,” you told him.

“Ya sure?” JJ said turning the wheel and heading down your street.

You nodded.

“No, I mean, kook princess, would be down to hang with a Pogue?” JJ asked.

You pointed to the pastel yellow mansion with terra-cotta roofing, “of course JJ, I think you’re dope,”

“Holy shitt,” JJ moaned when he saw your house, admiring its beauty and the boat you had parked in the front.

“Jesus, what id give to be a kook,” he mumbled.

“Trust me, it’s not as good as it-“

“Y/N!!!” Your father shouts, he must have seen you pull in.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

JJs heat started to race, that was so damn hot.

You pulled of the sunglasses and placed them on the dash.

“See ya later, and also, you can come over any time use any materials you like. My brother got a new surf board and then went off to college, it’s all yours if you want it,”

JJ smirked, perks of having a kook friend that lived with a family that bought status symbols with their money, “can I get your number?”

“Yeah, it’s-“

You both stopped at the banging on JJs window.

Your father, was urgently yelling, “Y/N get out here right now. Your late for training, god damn it,” it was muffled, but you both understood.

“Training?” JJ questioned.

“See you at the Cameron’s,” you winked, then hopped out of the car and joined your dad inside the kook mansion.

JJ contemplated a life with you, only for a moment, then pulled out of your, rather long, stone driveway.

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[angelliev]

Halloween Special!🎃  Okay, Mista JJ💋

Summary: JJ & Aria make their own Halloween movie.

Warnings: Smut! Language! Intense Role-play  JJ exploding our ovaries with this GIF^

A/N: Hey guys! Happy Halloween to all of you cool boos and ghouls. I know I haven't been here for a while now. It’s been busy and chaotic these past few months with school, work, and moving. I’m still writing the Lover Boy series though, so tune in. This is a little flashback (Halloween Special), still part of the series though. I know I’ve said this more than a thousand times, but thank you for your support with the likes, comments and especially the reblogs. Words can’t even begin to describe how much I appreciate you guys! Stay safe out there my lovies, and stay spooky. Muhahaha.

"Trick or Treat!” The miniature voices hollered at John B’s front porch. The boys, all dressed up of course, happily handed the kids candy. JJ didn't hold back as he gave each of them handfuls. It’s a good thing a bough a shitload of candy bags with me. However, I think the parents think otherwise when they watched the candy fall into the children's bags. “Happy Halloween guys! Dope costumes by the way!” The kids smile and high five JJ. The pogues had decided on dressing up as DC Comic Characters. Pope is dressed as Batman, pairing with Kie who was pulling off a sexy Catwoman suit. Sarah shined bright in her Wonder Woman outfit with John B who is going as Superman. I decided to dress up as my favorite supervillain, Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad. I couldn't help but prance around giddily in the Quinn’s boots, wearing the Daddy’s Little monster shirt, the Property of The Joker jacket, Puddin choker, temporary tattoos, hair in pigtails in red and blue, sexy fishnets, and the seductive sparkly shorts. Both Kie and Sarah knew I was in for it when I walked out in the outfit. I was surprised JJ didn't take me right there on John B’s couch when I strutted out. Instead he licked his lips that were curled into a smirk and eyed me with those luscious blue eyes. He wasn't the only once aroused. My eyes couldn't rip away from the gold chain on his neck, and the temporary tattoos that littered his body. His white button up, had a few loose buttons, exposing his chest that I wanted to nip at so bad. He was even pulling off the green hair. 

The trick or treaters began to finally die down. A Halloween movie played outside, all of us were seated in lawn chairs. The pogues continued to talk away in an excited conversation about the movie when an idea popped in my head. I take out my phone and open up my messages. My fingers began to type away on the keypad, my bottom lip caught in between my teeth. I look up at JJ one last time before hitting send. I act fast by hitting record on the screen. His phone dings, resulting in him taking it out and opening up the message. He sips his beer as he reads the explicit text, making him choke on the alcohol. “You good?” Asked a concerned Pope. “Yea, just swallowed more than I thought.” (Michael Scott That's What She Said) I smirk before getting up and walking away, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips, knowing that JJ’s lustful predator eyes were watching, my panties already starting to pool. 

Aria lays on the bed, smoke passing through her lips, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to come, camera in hand recording as the weed relaxes her body. Like clockwork, JJ enters the room hastily, a smirk plastered on his face, and his eyes a shade darker. “I missed ya Mista J.” I say trying my best to perfect the voice. JJ just chuckles darkly. “What’s with the camera?” He asked bewildered. “Thought we make a movie puddin’. I know you like movies.” The statement seemed to excite him. I bet the hot blood is always rushing down south. “That I do babygirl. You're a naughty little girl though. Sending me such a dirty sext in front of my friends.” “What text would you be referring to?” I played dumb. “Maybe this will jog your memory?” He holds the phone up to the screen, displaying the provocative text. 

“Hey Mista J. Why don’t you rev up your Harley by filling her up with your hot puddin?”

Before I could even respond, JJ took the camera from my grasp, and pushing my hand down his pants, where it’s met with the naked bulge. “This what you want your daddy to fill your sweet little pussy up with?” If I wasn't already drenched before, I sure am now. “Yes, please daddy.”  

“That’s a good girl. Let’s warm you up first.” He places the camera before opening up the sock drawer taking out the gun. He makes sure to unload it, checking it multiple times. “Put those pretty lips to good use will ya?” The barrel of the gun ghosted 👻 my red painted lips smiling. “Okay Mista J.” I look up into the camera with such innocent eyes before wrapping said lips around the barrel. JJ slowly maneuvers the weapon in and out of my mouth, lubricating it. “Such pretty lips you've got. Can't wait to have them wrapped around my cock. You love milking your daddy's cock dry with that mouth don't ya?” I simply nod and hum. I could feel the juices begin to drip down my leg as my pussy throbs. The gun is snatched away from my lips, leaving me empty. 

“Go on babygirl. Show your daddy some love.” He encourages, as I unzip his pants, wasting no time pull down his boxers. His cock springs free, the cool air in the room. “K puddin’.” Those were the last words that left my mouth before my luscious lips slid down his rock hard shaft. I could feel each vein on my tongue as he throbbed in my mouth. A relieved sigh passed his lips when he was welcomed by the warmth his babygirl provided him. His hips rolled in sync, one hand on my head, while the other was making sure the camera was capturing every single detail of himself thrusting into the girl’s mouth. A smile was plastered on his face, when he looked down to see his babygirl gagging on his dick, which hit the back of her throat as she took all of him in, precious inch by inch. “Such a good job babe. I'm so close. Keep that mouth opened wide, I’m about to give you some of that hot puddin’ you asked for.” The eyes watered while he continued to deep throat my mouth, and I loved every single second of it. Watching his lustful beat red face as his breaths grew rapid. 

“Fuck! Damn! Shit!” His hips finally came to halt, his balls touching chin, and the tip of my nose met his base. A ginormous load of his hot cum pooled into my mouth and rushed down my throat, overflowing and dripping down my chin along with my tears that streamed down my cheeks. 

“Swallow.” He commanded before slipping his cock out through my now swollen lips. I gladly swallowed the creamy cum, savoring the taste as it slid down my throat. “Open wide.” I proudly display my tongue out flat to him as he catches his breath. “That’s a good girl. You deserve a reward.” His thumb presses against my lip before motioning me to stand up. “Clothes off. On the bed. Now.” He demands sinisterly, causing a spark of excitement and anticipation to ignite. I waste no time to strip away from the costume, leaving me completely naked in front of the camera. I crawl onto the bed, making sure that my ass was in full view. JJ’s hand collides with one of my ass cheeks, erupting a loud smack across the room, making me giggle and yelp. I flip myself over on the bed, legs spread wide revealing my aching pussy that glistened in the light. JJ whistled and brought the camera close up. “Mm, look at this pussy. It’s just aching and throbbing for me, just begging me to plunge into it. But first I want to taste you babygirl. After all, you deserve it. You’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” His hot breath fans my pussy for only a few seconds before pulling away and making me whimper. 

He places the camera down once more and digs through his drawers until he finds what he’s looking for, that being a pair of Harley Quinn fuzzy hand cuffs. I bought in the store the other day as a gag gift, looks like we’ll finally be using it. He quickly cuffs my wrist to the bed restraining me, before placing a sweet loving kiss on my lips. “I love you, my sweet Harley Quinn.” He whispers against my swollen lips. “I love you too Mista J.” He flashed a genuine smile, before blinding me with his black bandana that was tied in the back. 

Once again, I could feel his hot breath fan my heat, making me antsy. But once again, he came to halt. “The fuck is this?” He asked genuinely confused, as was  I. It was then I remembered about the large quartz that was nestled deep within my precious flower, which was now probably barely staying intact. JJ dips his ring cladded fingers, scooping out the mysterious object, earning a whimper. JJ held the large rosy pink egg shaped object in his now juice covered fingers that glistened along with her pussy. “It’s a yoni egg.” She stated. 

(Wtf is a yoni egg you ask? Long story short, it’s a crystal carved into the shape of an egg, typically rose quartz or jade, and is placed in the girl's honey pot. There’s a lot of health benefits it provides that I'm not going to take the time explaining so...just look it up. You can find it on Etsy. Anyways, back to the story!) 

He simply hums, before licking the juices off the yoni egg and his fingers. “Did you miss daddy's cock so much that you filled yourself up with this?” My head nods furiously. “Yes! I miss you so much. Please daddy, I need you!” I begged. He silences me with a finger on my lip. “Patience babygirl. I’ll make sure to give a proper fucking. But for now, I wanna taste you.” He silenced me once more by stuffing my drenched panties in my mouth. “We don't want our friends hearing us, at least not yet.” I don't need the blindfold to know that he’s smirking. I’m caught off guard when I feel a sudden foreign object invade my walls and his hot tongue placed on my sensitive clit. My delightful moans are muffed by my own panties, that I taste myself on. My whole body squirms underneath him as he continues his sweet sexual torture on me. I then realized that it was the gun that my walls were clenching around as it moved in and out of me. I could already feel the knot form within me, tempted to unravel, but Mista J had other plans for his Harley Quinn. 

He stopped just before I was about cum, much to my dismay. JJ positions the camera to face both of them, unbinding the girl from the bed and removing her gag, before flipping her over. With no warning, he plunges himself into me, making me scream. My velvet pussy swallows each inch of his girthy cock with my silk like juices. Giving me no time to adjust, he takes a hold of my hips with both of his hands before pounding away. His skin slapped loudly against mine with each rough inevitable thrust. I knew that my pornographic moans shook the whole chateau, like our movement was shaking the whole bed, due to the animalistic thrusts, making the headboard pound against the wall. “That’s right baby. Don’t you dare hold back those moans. I want the everyone to know who's fucking you good. I want them to know that the Joker and Harley Quinn run the Outer Banks baby. 

All of it was too much. I couldn't find the words to tell him that I was about to cum, but I was already consumed by the euphoric sensation that washed over me like waves. My mind went completely blank, my ears began to rang. I didn't even hear JJ moan out load as he reached his climax, I could only feel his seed filling me up and gushing out my pink pussy. 

“Don't fall asleep on me now babygirl. We’re making a movie, and we’re only 12 minutes in. We still have about an hour left and I’m looking forward to fucking you senseless.” I just smile lustfully, ready for a round two.

“Okay Mista J.”

[theobxhummingbird]

RUNNING THROUGH DAISIES. 🌼 JJ MAYBANK X READER

Summary: JJ’s willingness for family, rises even more at the same scene from his dream.

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and never posted it. So, here it is my OBX family.🥰

                            It all began, with a few beams of sunlight. The warmth on his face, awoken everything in him, even those sleepy, squinted eyes.  Surrounded, by not the same bed he went to the night before, rather one covered with flowy, white sheets, and even weirder, in the middle of a field, JJ’s feet settled on the soft grass beneath. He was not dressed in his typical, Outer Banks bohemian clothes, rather a white t-shirt and white pants. His brows were furrowed in confusion, of how he had fallen in this state? JJ’s panic arose in him, getting a tickle of stress of where he was?

To those two questions, there was only one way of finding an answer; going around the field, and trying to find someone there, if there was someone at all. His bare feet moved through the grass, trying not to step on a sharp object, when his look from the ground unstuck, and stopped to examine the person that was approaching him from afar. A white dress, littered with daisies, as well as a daisy crown on the head; she was the most beautiful, but well-known face in the moment. Running through the field that had peeked of daisies, she approached him, and stopped just a few steps away from him. Her hands started moving from the side of her body, and gently settled on her belly, slowly caressing the small, popped out belly bump. JJ felt the baby kick, and his surprised look turned to her. She was quiet, and didn’t say a word for a long time; just smiled to JJ, from time to time, and smiling in the long distance.

-Mum! Mum! Mum! –voices started to be heard, faded in the distance. JJ’s head turned to the blurry scene, only seeing white dots getting clearer and clearer, as they all placed their heads on the little belly bump, of the white princess. Their figures were now approaching JJ; while he was dumbfounded, and focused on one dot on the ground.

-JJ… wake up…-her face was now closer to his, as he felt a warm touch, mixed with a cold, touch his hand and lift it up to the belly bump. Her diamond shone in the sunlight, as her soft hands held his hand on the beating place. It was moving. –JJ, wake up. JJ, wake up.

-JJ, wake up. –was the last warn, as JJ rushed his head off the sweated pillow. –I’ve been standing here for too long, and you have 20 minutes to get ready for our surfing, double date with Sarah and Y/N.

The pillow patterns had printed on his face, as one side of his hair was stuck to it. JJ dropped himself back on the pillow, as his arm reached for the phone on the nightstand. It was way too late for his long preparations. His feet were now leading him to the bathroom, as JJ tried to get ready in the best way possible.

-I joked, we have 2 hours, don’t get fluttered. –John B laughed his way back to the leaving room area of the Chateau, that was always messy, but now it had a nice table for JJ and him to have lunch before the date. –Take a seat, my friend.

-You prepared this? –he sounded surprised, taking a seat across the brunette.

-Of course. I thought we could snack on something before our quartet meeting.

-Hm…-he took one cucumber circle in his plate, and played around with it.

And the whole meal, while John B basically stuffed himself, JJ was just playing with the food, that his friend placed in his plate. And not that he didn’t realize it, John B still waited for him to tell what’s wrong with energetic JJ?

-So? Are you just going to stay quiet?

-What do you mean?

-You aren’t eating, JJ. And there’s clearly something up with you.

-I’m not hungry, bro. –he dropped himself back on the chair.

-I know you are hungry; we haven’t eaten properly for a whole week. Don’t hide anything from me, we’re best friends.

JJ let out a sigh, and placed his elbows on the table, still thinking of ways to translocate what’s on his mind, to his mouth with proper words, -I dreamt a really weird, but at the same time nice and scary dream.

-What was it about? –John B crossed his arms over his chest, really getting into what the blonde had dreamt, that dropped him to that state.

-Y/N, in a white dress, running through daisies with a belly bump. Then four more kids approached, two girls and two boys, as they placed their heads on her belly bump. Dude—I don’t know—in that moment, something happened to me. She also reached for my hand and placed it on the belly bump. What—what if it’s a sign…. that she is…. I don’t know…. pregnant?

-Well—that’s one beautiful dream. But you’ll see with time. It doesn’t mean that if you dreamt it today, it’ll happen today.

-I don’t know bro- a smile spread on his face, -I love Y/N, and would want kids with her. But—you should’ve seen those four. The two girls, exactly like her. Eyes, lips, hair, smile, cheeks, laugh. The boys were blondes like me, but had her eyes. Oh those eyes, I really hope our kids in the future have them as well. I felt like the happiest man alive, even if it’s just a dream…

-Your and Y/N’s kids will be the luckiest, to have two amazing parents in their life.

-Five kids, John B, five kids. A baby on the way. –he bit his bottom lip, trying to remember the feeling of kids surrounding him. –I don’t know; I’ve never felt so protective for a family in my life before. Like, I feel the responsibility to be there for the six of them, even though there are no kids yet in both of our lives.

-Imagine, when you’ll really get to having kids. Teaching them surf; telling them about the bad outcomes of Pogues vs Kooks fights; reading them bed time stories about treasure hunts—

-And telling them how their uncle and his friends were crazy teenagers with an old Volkswagen and an HMS Pogue boat looking thing, and then getting a laugh of them straight in my face.

-Leave the gold hunting part out though; wouldn’t want them to get involved into any danger.

-You can’t even imagine the things I’ll teach my Pogue babies. –said JJ, resting his head on his hands behind his neck. –Y/N will be an awesome mother, dude. She’s the best. Cooking what’s best for them; reading baby magazines; going on controls to check the heartbeat; learning and writing homework with them; dressing them up in cute clothes and photographing them around Outer Banks. She’s going to be one dope mother, let me tell you.

-Yeah, Y/N will not only take care of five, but six babies. –John B laughed at his own joke.

-Six? How six? I only had five babies in my dream.

-You’re the sixth baby bro, you can’t even tie your own shoes.

-Joke, joke with me, until I see you changing pooped diapers. –he tossed a cucumber circle to John B, as he caught it in his mouth. –I’m going to get ready, Y/N doesn’t like to wait.

The two boys walked in the bathroom, one after the another, as they tried to get ready as fast as possible. Their market flowers were placed in a vase, ready to be given to Y/N and Sarah. JJ did his hair like she loved it the most, and dressed in comfortable, but elegant clothes; one that made him the JJ he is.

-Do I look like we’re having a wedding? –said Y/N, doubting the white dress she picked out for their date.

-No, not at all. You look like a daisy. –said Sarah.

JJ and John B were ready, and they couldn’t leave the house for forever. Either JJ, or John B forgot right when they’ve about to go out. So going back and forth, and finally exiting the Chateau, they were met with two of the most beautiful women they’ve seen. JJ gulped, and his eyes flickered, trying to persuade himself into a comment. He secretly nudged John B, but he was too busy admiring Sarah, to even realize what Y/N’s dressed in.

-Dude—he whispered through greeted teeth.

-Huh?

-Look at Y/N’s dress. I’m getting panicked.

-Oh—okay this is getting weird. –he said, and putting a smile he intertwined his and Sarah’s hands.

-Baby—he sing-sang; -you look like a da-daisy.

-Why did you and Sarah say the same thing?

-It’s because you’re one.

-Do I look like we’re having a wedding?

-No, no, not at all. You look stunning, and perfect as always. So perfect. –he came closer every time, and rested his forehead on hers.

-Come on, year’s couple, a date is waiting for us. –John B yelled from the driver’s seat.

Outer Banks was perfect in the evening; the sky melting into pinks and oranges. So many places for date, and John B picked out the perfect one. A long field of greenness, with a lot of flowers sprinkled around. The Volkswagen parked next to a wooden fence, and they all stepped out; the gentleman helping the ladies. John B came with a basket, which was filled with food and drinks, and of course a blanket.

-We’re having a picnic?! –Y/N put her hands together in excitement.

-Yes ma’am. –said John B, and they all entered the beauty of the field, finding a place to put up the picnic. JJ’s head immediately popped up on Y/N’s lap, and he looked insanely unreal. His blue eyes stuck out the most in the moment, as his blonde hair was falling all over her white dress. He was being kissed from the light of the pink and orange shades, mixed with purple and blue. Y/N pulled the polaroid camera from her bag, and took a picture of JJ, as she cupped his face with her other hand. She shook the polaroid, and showed it to JJ.

-

Sarah and John B were also taking pictures, trying out poses, while JJ and Y/N enjoyed each other. His eyes constantly glanced at the rested hand on her belly, and it arose panic and curiosity.

-Y/N. –he suddenly said, and she hummed back in response, -Does your stomach hurt? Is that why you’re holding it?

-No, -she slipped her hand off her belly, -I think I put my hand there unnoticeably.

-Oh—okay…

JJ was contemplating on telling her his dream, but was scared that she might be uncomfortable. Maybe she didn’t want kids in her life, or even marriage, and it scared him so much. He didn’t know he was crying, until a tear fell on Y/N and she gasped, thinking it’s raining.

-JJ? –he sat up from his lap, -Are you okay baby?

-I-I dream-

-You dreamed what?

-I-I dreamed of—our kids.

-Our—kids? When?

-Last night. It-it was so beautiful Y/N. Five kids, one baby on the way. You were running through daisies in a big field, as they all made their way to you, and put their hands on your belly. I-I’m so scared I’ll be a dad like mine. One that can’t give them anything than bruises and bloody faces. One that couldn’t afford them what they want. I’m so scared Y/N; I’m so scared they’ll hate me like I hate my dad.

-No, no JJ how can you say that? –she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. –JJ, you’re not your dad. You know how to take care of the ones you love, so well. And I don’t doubt it at all, that you’ll be the best dad ever.

-It was the most beautiful scene ever, and I never wanted to wake up from that dream. You were as perfect as you are, with your little belly bump and the kids around you. And they—they were all like you. All of them had your eyes. My—babies—were—flawless.

-Aww, baby. –she cupped his face and wiped away his tears. The way he talked about his nonexistent kids, made her fall in love with him even more. And she was surprised, what one dream had done to her boy. He was one strong man, and she admired him for that. But, he softens at the sight of a family, and it made her sure he’ll be a family’s guy. She closed her eyes, and leaned against his chest.

-What are you doing? –he peeked to see her peaceful and smiling face.

-Imagining you, me, and our five kids. Five kids?! That’s too many JJs and Y/Ns.

-You don’t want JJs in your life?

-No—because I have only one. But I want them to all resemble you. I want them to be strong, compassionate, emotional, cute, flawless and—

-And?...

-And perfect like you are. To have your blonde strands, your blue eyes. I want them to be golden.

-They were. –he smiled, -I still can’t get over it. How they placed their little heads on your belly bump—then you reached for my hand, and placed it, and I felt a kick, and in that moment—I was born again. When I felt that baby kick, I knew my life wasn’t only mine. It’s yours, our family’s and that baby’s.

-You’re talking like we’re expecting one, and I love it. Though JJ Maybank, we’re still young.

-I know, and I can’t wait to be able to form a family one day.

-Me too. –she smiled at him, and reached for a pen from her bag. “Running through daisies” she wrote on the polaroid picture.

-Guys, -Sarah and John B yelled from afar, -come on, let’s take pictures.

JJ and Y/N helped each other up, and ran through the flowery field, to reach Sarah and John B. The four laughed and took pictures, then placed a vintage radio to play some music.

In front of JJ’s eyes, the picture of Y/N running through daisies, kept popping up and it, in some way, warmed his heart to know he’s going to form a beautiful family with the girl running through daisies.

[maria-scribbles]

trees are flammable: a beginner’s guide to holiday decorating

you never thought decorating a christmas tree could be so dangerous but when jj's involved, anything's possible

fandom: outer banks

ship: jj maybank x reader

word count: 1.1k+

featuring: jj being v sweet but also v stupid, a smidge of angst, candles, and a new girl reference

a/n: day 4 of my holiday challenge! i aged everyone up for this one, so they're in their early/mid twenties. as usual, unbetaed so all mistakes are my b.

come join my holiday challenge!

December 2020

Ever since you were a little kid, decorating the tree has been your favorite thing to do during the holidays. there was just something about it that filled your heart with the purest of joy: picking the perfect colors of glowing lights and sparkling tinsel and glossy bulbs, carefully unboxing each Hallmark ornament your grandmother had gifted to you over the years before hanging them from the branches, having to choose between using the star or angel tree topper.

Now that you finally had your own place with your boyfriend -it was a tiny shoebox of a studio apartment but it was your shoebox and you loved it- you couldn't wait to go all out for your first Christmas together in your new home.

"What would you say to a Hogwarts theme?" You had asked one afternoon in mid-November, relaxing on the couch with your fingers running through JJ's hair as you watched Netflix together, his head on your lap. "Picture it: ribbons and bulbs in the house colors, those little lights that look like candles -ooh, we can buy a Sorting Hat to put on top!"

“You know I'll be happy with whatever we do."

Frowning at his vague answer, you hit the pause button on the remote and froze the residents of apartment 4D in a game of True American. "J, it's our first tree together, I wanna make sure we do something you like, too."

"I don't know what I like," He admitted, turning his head to look up at you as your hand stilled in his hair. "My dad hated Christmas so we never had one, not that we could've afforded it, anyway."

You knew the past hadn't been kind to your boyfriend of four years but every time you heard him talk about it so flippantly made you feel like you'd been sucker punched. "Baby-"

"I mean, I kind of had one?" JJ sat up and turned to face you with a shrug. "My best friend and his dad had a little cactus they put a Santa hat on every year and I practically lived at their place so-"

You rushed forward to kiss him then, hard and deep and full of the love he deserved and you didn't stop until you were sure he knew it; those blue eyes you fell for were wide when you finally pulled back, flushed and breathless, hands in each other's hair and one of your legs slung over his thighs. 

"What was that for?"

You rested your forehead against his and smiled softly, thumb moving to run over his swollen lower lip. "Because I'm not gonna let a damn cactus be the only Christmas tree you've ever had in your life, okay? Ours'll be so fucking epic, you won't even be able to remember those times you didn't have one."

It was his turn to lean in and press his mouth to yours and in his kiss, you tasted all the words he couldn't say. 

While you ended up getting your Hogwarts themed tree, you were disappointed to find you accidentally bought candle lights that didn't flicker and you kinda sorta maybe pouted just a little bit, arms crossed as you stared at the beautiful, decked out tree by the window.

"Guess that's what I get for trying to be cheap." 

"Babe," JJ said, arm resting on the couch behind you, "I don't even know what you're talking about 'cause that thing is dope as hell, eleven out of ten. Way, way better than the Routledge cactus."

You giggled at that and laid your head on his shoulder. "I just wanted it to be perfect for you, J."

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend was already thinking of a way to get you what you wanted, even as he dropped a kiss on your hair and replied, "It is, Y/N."

You woke up alone later that next night, his side of the bed empty and cold, and the sound of him moving around the apartment made it impossible for you to fall back asleep; rolling onto your stomach, you watched with bleary eyes as he plugged the tree in and flooded the tiny space with light.

"Bud, what are you doing? It's 2 AM."

"I know, I know," JJ said, coming over to grab your hands and leading you over to the couch. "Just sit and watch."

"Watch what?" You asked with a yawn, tucking your bare feet under you. "This couldn't have waited until morning?"

"Nope," Your boyfriend shook his head and shot you a wide grin, then pulled a lighter out from behind his back. "You wanted flickering candles, I'm gonna give you flickering candles."

And before your half-asleep brain could process what was happening, he leaned over and lit one of the plain white candlesticks you didn't realize were nestled among the branches of your fake, no less flammable tree; it instantly started scorching the artificial needles and when the smell of burning plastic tickled your nose, your leapt to your feet and dashed forward to blow it out before it could do any more damage.

"What the fuck, J?" You asked, hurrying to open the window and hopefully keep the smoke alarm from going off 'cause the last thing you needed was an entire apartment complex mad at you again (you'd both kind of forgotten about the food in the oven after getting distracted by something more than a make-out session on the couch). "Are you trying to burn this place down?"

"You wanted flickering candles!" JJ repeated his earlier words, bright red blush spreading across his cheeks like the fire you just put out. "Look, you gave me the best Christmas tree I could ever ask for, I just wanted to return the favor."

You melted at that, a smile making its way onto your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, feeling his own arms hold you just as tight. "Just being here with you is all I need."

"Sorry I burned the tree." He mumbled into your hair and you couldn't help but laugh as you glanced over his shoulder at the patch of blackened needles on one of the branches. 

"I don't know, I kind of like it. It's got character now." 

He started laughing too and you both fell onto the couch together, wrapped in each other's arms to help ward off the cold breeze blowing in from the open window. "To be fair, I thought you said it was fireproof."

"JJ, baby, my dear, sweet boyfriend that I love so much, I said it was fire resistant." 

"There's a difference?"

Instead of answering, you just pulled him down for a kiss.

[vannahfanfics]

Beautiful

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Bleach

Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki and Tatsuki Arisawa

Requested By: JJ (Ao3)

Tatsuki awoke with a start as the side door to her hotel room was suddenly thrown open, and she snapped her eyes open just in time to see Orihime, still in her fluffy pink pajamas decorated with white teddy bears, springing from the carpeted floor. She landed on top of Tatsuki, driving all the breath from her body, and she sputtered as the girl's orange-brown hair landed in her mouth. Orihime beamed down at her, giggling brightly.

“Tatsuki! You're getting married today!” she squealed with delight. It took Tatsuki a few minutes to drag herself out of the grogginess of sleep, but when she finally did and processed the girl's excited declaration, a sleepy smile found its way onto her lips.

“I’m getting married!” she cried back and jerked up to wrap her arms around Orihime in a giddy hug, and they both gushed about the glorious situation before Tatsuki scurried out of bed. There was a lot to do, like wake her bridal party. They had rented a hotel near the venue, and all had adjoining rooms, so the girls were strolling through the open side door asking to borrow a hairdryer or wondering what kinds of make-up they should bring so the make-up artist would have more options. Their dresses had been delivered to the dressing room of the venue the previous day, and all they could do was hope that any wrinkles had fallen out throughout the night. As she was buttoning up a shirt, one that she could easily shed to pull on her dress, she raised her head as there was loud knocking at the hotel room door. Chizuru, the only one currently fully dressed, sidled up and opened the door, then began screeching angrily.

“What the hell are you doing? You can't come in here!” she cried as she pushed all her weight against the door, crushing whoever’s arm against the threshold. She heard him angrily shouting, and as he pushed the door open a little she saw a familiar shock of orange hair.

“The hell you mean? Why not?” Ichigo demanded hotly as he attempted to wrestle his way through the entrance, while Tatsuki just blushed and pulled the undone buttons of her blouse together.

“First of all, there are girls dressing in here!”

“This is Tatsuki's room!” he argued back, to which Chizuru just stuck her tongue out at him.

“Obviously we’re all in here, you dope! Besides, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. Now scram!” the feisty redhead asserted before body-slamming against the door, and Tatsuki heard her poor fiancé cursing profusely as his arm was trapped between the heavy door and the threshold. It thrashed about for a bit before he managed to wriggle it out, and she smiled slightly as she heard him stomping off angrily. Chizuru turned to her with a huff, tossing her hair haughtily.

“Why are you marrying him again?” Ryo snorted as she came out of the bathroom running a brush through her pin-straight black hair. Tatsuki just smiled warmly and finished buttoning up her shirt, thinking of her excitable fiancé and the wonderful day she had ahead of her.

Once the girls had finished preparing, they headed down to the parking lot- with the bridesmaids taking excessive measures to ensure that they did not stumble across the groom and his groomsmen by accident- and piled into a car to head to the venue about five minutes away. Tatsuki and Ichigo had decided on a popular site, a beautiful park in the middle of the city that featured a gorgeous pond, a pavilion area for hosting receptions and parties, and numerous species of native trees clustered in small groves all throughout the property. It was elegant, but also adventurous, which suited the couple nicely. They wound their way down a curvy paved road; at the end was a simple administrative-looking building that actually served as the place where bridal parties could prepare for the ceremony and a full-service kitchen where caterers could prepare food. The pavilion was not far off, and Tatsuki could see the decorators already hard at work, stringing fairy lights, setting up tables and chairs, and adorning the premises with flowers. She could feel the excitement fluttering inside her like a caged bird, and by the time she and her bridesmaids were walking up to the door to meet her wedding planner, she felt like she was walking on air.

“Miss Arisawa! Well, not for much longer, eh?” the woman chuckled as she greeted Tatsuki with a hug. “Everything is going according to plan! Your make-up artist and hairdresser are already upstairs!”

“Thank you,” Tatsuki smiled before the woman scurried off to the pavilion, barking orders at one of her handymen who was apparently stringing some lights incorrectly. Tatsuki and her friends proceeded into the building and up the stairs to the spacious dressing room on the second floor, where the women who were getting them ready greeted them happily and then ushered Tatsuki to a chair set in front of a mirror so they could immediately get to work. Tatsuki closed her eyes as the make-up artist began to powder her face, and in the darkness danced the image of her husband-to-be. A smile rose to her lips.

“Honey! I need you to keep your face still!” the make-up artist tutted.

“Oh, but she's excited! It's her wedding day, after all!” laughed the hairdresser, who was currently attempting to tackle pulling Orihime's luscious waves of orangey-brown hair into an elaborate up-do. Tatsuki blushed slightly, slightly embarrassed that her excitement was so obvious. I’m getting married… she thought, trying to keep her face relaxed as the woman went about her work. It was so hard, though. Tatsuki was just so unbelievably happy that her lips just seemed to naturally curl upwards. I’m going to marry the man I love…

Ichigo had proposed to her nearly a year before, after they had been dating since their final year of high school, about three years. Tatsuki had been Tatsuki, of course- she had gotten flustered, embarrassed, and wound up punching him. She had immediately regretted that, though, and knelt down next to him as he was rubbing his jaw on the ground, and then they had panicked because the ring had fallen out of the box. After scrambling around for a few minutes to find it, they managed to locate the diamond band, and they squabbled a bit before he had finally worked the answer out of her. “Of course, dumbass!” Really, sometimes she wondered why he wanted to marry her, considering how uncouth she was. They butted heads, always have, and maybe that's why they were such a good match for each other.

“Ta-da! What do you think, sweetie?” the make-up artist announced suddenly, making her jump lightly. She opened her eyes, and as her reflection greeted her, she gasped in wonder. She almost couldn't believe that the gorgeous woman sitting across from her was actually herself, and she turned her face slightly this way and that, watching the light play across the highlighter glowing across her cheekbones. A faint blush had been applied to her cheeks, and the area above her eyes fluttered with silvery eyeshadow. Her lips were plump and shiny with gloss.

“Is that me?” she whispered. The girl in the glass mirrored her movements, so surely it must be.

“It's amazing what a little glow-up can do, hmmm?” she giggled, leaning down beside Tatsuki with her hands on her shoulders, before she straightened up to look at her partner. “Are you ready to switch?” The woman grunted in response, several Bobby pins clenched in her teeth as she placed the finishing touches on Orihime's beautiful up-do. Part of her hair was braided and then twisted up into an elaborate bun, and a flower ornament matching the décor outside was pinned in place on the side of her head. The hairdresser doused her in a final shower of hairspray before bouncing over to Tatsuki, spinning her around in the chair with a grin.

“All right, honey, let's make you dazzle!”

The hairdresser set upon her with glee, attacking the black strands with a curling iron and transforming the straight strands into full ringlets that rolled down her back. She left two large sections uncurled, and then proceeded to braid these and pull them across, forming an elaborate weave that separated the curls from the crown of her head. She straightened out Tatsuki's scruffy bangs and pinned them flat to her head, and as Tatsuki watched the gradual transformation, she was spellbound. A woman was taking shape in the mirror, one of elegance, of beauty- hell, you could even call her a princess- and Tatsuki was absolutely flabbergasted that that princess was her. Tatsuki had always taken little effort in her appearance; it was one thing that Ichigo liked about her, that she was “natural,” as he called it- and so the gorgeous image before her was one she had never seen. She hadn't even taken this much effort into their first date, all those years ago. Even as the hairdresser finished, gushing about her handiwork, her chattering was far away to the stunned bride.

I wonder what Ichigo will think?

Tatsuki sat patiently as the duo worked on her bridesmaids, and as they waited they all engaged in nostalgic conversation, laughing over things they had all done over the years, especially stupid things her fiancé had done, gushing over how excited they had been when Tatsuki had first started dating him, and things of that nature. Occasionally the artists would flutter about in a panic when one of the girls had begun to cry, with Orihime being the prime culprit; strangely, no tears came to Tatsuki’s eyes. She was never really that emotional, after all, but it did mildly shock her. This was the most exciting day of her life, and yet she didn't even feel her eyes mist up. She was happy, sure, but it wasn’t the bursting bubble of elation she had anticipated.

Instead, she was beginning to grow nervous.

The hour of the wedding was approaching, and once their hair and make-up were done it was time to get into the dresses. Tatsuki had chosen sky blue as her color for the wedding, and so her bridesmaids drew all wearing identical dresses of that shade, sleeveless satin gowns with flowing skirts with simple bows around the waist. Tatsuki's wedding dress was far more elaborate, naturally; it was sleeveless as well, but the skirt was a one-and-a-half, with a short skirt framed by a shell of ruffled silk that fell around the sides and backs of her legs. The back of the skirt featured a stream of sky blue that wrapped into a sash around her waist, and the top was corset-like, with blue silk ribbons making up the back the front was smooth white fabric. Tatsuki’s veil featured a band with fabric flowers, the same as the one pinned in Orihime's hair, with sheer pattern-less fabric. She stood with her back to the mirror as Michiru expertly laced the back, while the other girls stood in front of her in a quiet hush, as if they were in awe; Tatsuki felt her place the veil into her hair, and Orihime began to cry again, but it was different than the emotional blubbering; she was staring at Tatsuki like she had never seen anything more sublime in her life, like she was staring at an angel.

“Tatsuki,” she whispered, “you are so beautiful.” Tatsuki turned to the mirror, desperate to see for herself, and none of her other reflections compared to the one she saw there. It was like she was staring at a stranger, a beautiful goddess who bore resemblance to her. That's… me? She just couldn't believe it. She lifted a hand, gently brushing her fingers across her cheek, and the reflection did the same. It was her, indeed. Tatsuki had only worn dresses a few times in her life, and none of them were anywhere close to the elegance of the wedding dress. She stared, stared into that glass pane where that strange, beautiful woman stood.

What will Ichigo think?

That thought was on the forefront of her mind now. It was all just so different, and that unsettled her. Doubts began to creep into her mind. What if he doesn't like it? She couldn't dwell on the fact for very long, though, because an attendant came in to announce that it was nearly time. Tatsuki internally panicked. Surely, that much time couldn't have passed, right? It was all so much, so fast. Numb, while her bridesmaids were squealing with happiness as they walked down to the first floor to meet the groomsmen, she just walked robotically down the steps and took her place at the rear. Orihime handed her a bouquet before standing beside her, holding the train of her dress, as was her duty as her Maid of Honor. She felt her hands wrapping tightly around the flower stems. Suddenly it felt as if the corset was too tight, and should could not breathe. Tatsuki had no father to give her away, so she stood there, alone, watching as the pairs of the bridal party exited the door one by one. Then it was her turn. She could hear the music drifting in from the open door, where a white carpet covered in blue flower petals lay waiting for her. Yet she could not walk forward.

“Tatsuki? What's the matter?” Orihime whispered to her. “You're not getting second thoughts, are you?” she gasped.

“No… Not like that,” she admitted quietly. It was just she and Orihime, her best friend in all the world, the one who understood her in ways Ichigo never could. “It's just… What if he thinks I look foolish?” Saying it aloud, she knew it was dumb of her, but she couldn't help it. It was just so different that it felt wrong. She expected Orihime to laugh at her and tell her she worried too much, but when Tatsuki looked back at her, she was smiling softly.

“Ichigo would never think something like that, Tatsuki. He loves you, after all.” Tatsuki's eyes widened slightly as she gazed at her with the utmost confidence swimming in her soft brown eyes. Yes. He loves me. At once, it felt like all the muscles in her body relaxed, and she could breathe again. She nodded to her before turning back, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply before striding confidently out the door. As she felt the warm spring breeze kiss her face, she opened her eyes once more and was momentarily overwhelmed by the transformation the pavilion had undergone.

It was filled with tables and chairs, with white tablecloths and vases of baby blue flowers with appropriate accompaniments. On a large table to the left was the buffet line for their reception; on the right, a three-tier wedding cake, with little figurines of a bride and an orange-haired groom at the top. Next to that was the groom's cake, which Tatsuki had styled in a dojo, a memorial to how they had met. Next to the pavilion, the altar had been assembled, and this is where the white carpet led. On either side were fold-out chairs strung with sheer fabric and fairy lights and flowers, filled with their wedding guests. Tatsuki’s mother was in the front row, a handkerchief held to her nose; on the other side, Ichigo's father sat beaming at her. Beyond that stood her love, her rock, her soulmate.

She had never seen a bigger smile on Ichigo's face.

Their gazes were locked together as she walked up the thin carpet, and she kept staring at him even as she stopped beneath the altar, a white metal arch twisted with more flowers, fairy lights, and silk sheets. On either side of them stood their best friends. Orihime was already crying again as she settled out Tatsuki's train behind her and scurried to join the other girls. Even as the chaplain began talking, all she could do was gaze up at him, her face mildly flushed as a question burned in her throat.

What do you think, Ichigo?

It was like he read her mind.

“You're beautiful,” he whispered as he looked down at her, and the way he looked at her made her heart stop beating. The expression on his face was nothing short of pure love. I’m beautiful, she echoed in her own mind. I’m beautiful.

It was then that Tatsuki felt the tears appear in her eyes, and one of them rolled down her cheek. She didn't even care if her make-up smeared; she was just so happy, damn it. All the doubt that had built up inside of her washed away with that tear, and she smiled happily. At that moment, for the first time that day, she felt like the gorgeous woman she had seen in the mirror.

I love this man, she thought, too choked up to speak. He seemed to get what she was trying to say, though, and tuned into the chaplain, who was well into the marriage rights. Tatsuki turned her attention to the eloquent droning of the holy man as well, but out of the corners of her eyes, she continued to gaze at the man who she loved most in the world, and who made her feel like the most sublime creature on earth with how deeply he loved her.

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[optionaldiary-blog]

01-02-18 (11:04 AM)

log playlist: I Loved You – Day6 // Rocket – Seventeen // Dreamin’ – Got7 // Sun, Moon, Star – KNK // Melted – AKMU // Champagne – FTIsland // Tell U Dat – Boyfriend // Love You – KNK // I Wait – Day6 // DNA – BTS // White T-Shirt – Jonghyun // Agust D – Agust D // Just U – Jeong Sewoon prod. GroovyRoom // Tomorrow, Today – JJ Project // Without You – Seventeen // Swim – Bobby // Shelter – Porter Robinson // Icarus – JJ Project // Dope – BTS // Travel – FTIsland // Green Window – AKMU // Congratulations (Final Ver.) – Day6 // Fast Pace – Seventeen // All Alone – Day6 // Cherish – EXO-CBX // Butterfly Girl - EXO

Good morning to me, as I just realized that the people who might be reading this might read this at a time different from now. Since I decided on that log playlist yesterday, let’s talk about the song that started this log: I Loved You by Day6. This song is a very mellow sort of sound, and talks about how someone loves someone so much that it hurts, and they hate being in love with them because of the reason that they can’t hate them. So, pretty sad, but I love it so much. Day6 is more of a band rather than an idol group, so obviously their songs have a completely different feeling from idol groups like Got7. They also prefer to do much slower songs, like I Loved You, though they also have some really hardcore songs like I Wait and How Can I Say. In any case, Day6 is definitely my favorite band, because their sound is so unique and diverse. They have their own color to the point that I could probably recognize if a song is very Day6-like.

           Anyway, since the track shifted from I Loved You to Rocket by Seventeen, let’s talk about whatever it is that happened this morning. So, I woke up in a good mood today, which, considering the fact that I had been waking up on the wrong side of the bed the entire December break, is pretty surprising. But it’s a pleasant feeling. I mean, I have to savor this rare time of me waking up fine and not wanting to not wake up at all, right? Right. Anyway.

           So, I just came back from buying a rewriteable DVD from a store so I could burn those videos I mentioned the previous log. To be honest, I’m not someone who’s completely confident in being independent enough to do things on my own. I’m kind of awkward when it comes to buying stuff on my own, and going outside on my own—basically doing anything outside without help. When it comes to academic stuff, or doing work on my computer, or doing household chores, I’m pretty well-off. I think I can survive without any help when it comes to things like that. I mean, I can’t cook that well yet—I mean, I can cook, it’s just that I don’t know a lot of recipes. But give me a recipe and I can make something decent. But anyway.

           Yeah, I don’t think I’m good at handling things outside the four walls of this apartment. I mean, I can buy things at the grocery, and I can order stuff at fast food restaurants, but I’d be extremely awkward in doing so. You won’t find me at ease at all. I can get the task done; it’s just that I don’t feel like I’m in my own skin when doing so.

           I’m sixteen years old. At this point I should be able to do such things with ease, I know. I guess it’s just the fact that I don’t feel comfortable when facing things I’m unfamiliar with. Like going outside and interacting with people at stores, or at the palengke (which is like the farmer’s market, except it’s an every day thing, and not just on the weekends, as I have heard), or at restaurants. I don’t even know how to pay the bills, or use an ATM on my own, or any of that. I’m good at talking to teachers I haven’t met before, at going to places in my school I’ve never been to, at checking the reliable sources on the internet, at doing the chores, and all that jazz. New things scare me, but I guess that isn’t anything new to anyone. Everyone gets scared by new things; it’s just that some people are better at adapting than others.

           Thinking about it, I think if I was with people around my age, I’d be more comfortable with doing such things. But when I’m with, say, my mother, or my older sister, or my father, I tend to become more dependent on them since they’re so reliable. I lean on them because I can, but when they’re gone, there’s nothing to lean on, and I’ll probably end up falling. But when there are people who are even more unreliable than I am, then I’m gonna have to do all the unfamiliar tasks by the sheer force of necessity alone.

           Anyway. What else. I don’t really have much to talk about.

           Oh, wait, the birds. Right.

           So, I mentioned that I lived in an apartment, right? In the kitchen portion of this tiny space, there’s this big window that opens to the view of a wall of a big building, and the wall of an even bigger building, and some tiny buildings’ rooves. So, directly under the window is a green roof. A few days ago, my mother started throwing the leftover rice over on that that roof. Some birds would occasionally gather around the rice and start eating them. They’re cute little things: brown, and small, and round. I’d call them fat, but I’ve seen some pretty fat bird pictures online, so I’d say they’re chubby at most. Cute and chubby.  

           Anyway, you know how birds are easily spooked by any movement, right? Yeah, sometimes I’d accidentally have two ceramic plates clank really loudly, and any bird who was eating would immediately fly up into space and never come back. (Okay, that’s an exaggeration; they do come back, after a while.) But yeah. I think with time we can have our own army of birds as long as we keep feeding them leftover rice.

           Thinking about those birds makes me realize how much I wanna raise chickens and ducks in the future. I mean, in the future, I’d want a farm filled with chickens and ducks. That’d be so cool. I’d love to have a peaceful life like that.

           Like, I’d be living in this house of two stories, and there’d be a garden and a place for my chickens and ducks. It has to be a place with lots of wind, so either near the coast or on a mountainous area. So, like, either in Ilocos or the Cordilleras. Anyway, I want there to be a porch and a rocking chair, so I can rock in that rocking chair while I feel the wind pass by. I wouldn’t have any kids, because I’d be a high school teacher, teaching at a school me and my sister founded. And I’d also write stories and read books and tend to my garden and my chickens. A pretty peaceful lifestyle is what I want.

           I just want to achieve peace in my life. No chaos, no discord—just pure, uninterrupted peace. That’d be the life, wouldn’t it?

           What else do I want to talk about. Well, right now, I’ve got my music up in almost-full volume since my mother is grinding some chicken right now, and it’s pretty noisy. What’s playing now is Agust D by Agust D from his mixtape Agust D. Which is a pretty hardcore rap song. Most people are surprised when they find out I listen to really hardcore (there really isn’t a word in my vocabulary that I can use as well right now) songs like that. I think people view me as a very peaceful person, or at the very least, very quiet.

           At school, I’m generally very quiet. I also keep to myself, but that’s because I find comfort in being alone. I like being with myself, and at times, that’s enough. I mean, I got Intrapersonal as my highest Multiple Intelligence for a reason. Though, sometimes, I guess being alone is lonely. Sometimes, I just want someone to talk to and laugh things about, but most of the time, I have my own agenda in life, and talking to other people takes me away from my plans.

           For example, during lunch breaks and after classes, I learn Korean via self-study. I have this notebook where I write my notes while looking at my phone, which has all the PDF files of the lessons ready. For some reasons I won’t tell right now, my mother doesn’t like it when I learn Korean. She thinks it’s not a top priority and that I shouldn’t focus on it, which I totally get, but the thing is, learning about the Korean language is something that I find fun it. It was literally just an impulse decision that I ended up loving. It’s just such a cute language, I mean—the literal translation for “tears” is “eye water,” and the literal translation for “voice” is “throat sound”. It’s just such a wonder to learn, and I guess the fact that I also listen to Korean music certainly helps me feel more attached to learning. Because now, I can actually understand some of the words, phrases, and sentences as my learning progresses. But my mother doesn’t like it when I learn Korean, so I have to do it in secret and as sparingly as possible. And the only time I can learn Korean is either (a) when she’s not home, and (b) at school.

           So, I’m sure you’d understand why lunch break is such a crucial time for me. I don’t have all the time in the world to learn an entire language freely, and I’m already like twenty lessons behind from what I intended to study. And right now, it’s December break, and my mom doesn’t leave the house as often, and when she does, I’m doing some other work that isn’t learning Korean. I use up all my lunch break and the hour after school to study Korean. So whenever someone comes up to me to hang out, I have to grit my teeth and force myself to talk to them.

           I don’t want to be rude to that person—they’re actually pretty fun to be with. It’s just that I don’t value social relationships as much as I value my work. Lately though, whenever they come over from the other class and they see I’m doing my work, they just greet me sweetly as usual, and move on to talk to someone else. Which I think is very understanding of them. I never actually told them how much Korean means to me, so the fact that they leave me to my own devices means a lot to me. I wish I could be a bit more social to them, maybe through Messenger, but like I said, I don’t really value social relationships as much as my work.

           I don’t know. I love interaction, but there’s a limit. Social interaction drains me, to be honest. I don’t hate people, but I’m a lot more comfortable without them. If I were to be ideal, the best social interaction I’d have with close friends is hanging out in comfortable silence, doing our own work, and just being together. With a hug or two, or maybe exchanging some words. But never a full-on conversation. Talking drains me, and tires me. So, for me, a low-maintenance friendship is the best kind of friendship.

           Since we’re on this topic, why don’t we talk about my take on romantic relationships? First off, I’m a Muslim. And Muslims don’t have this “dating” that you all speak of. We don’t date, period. But we do marry, often times arranged. And before you guys say something like, “But aren’t forced marriages against your rights as a human being?” Please. It’s nothing like Mulan 2, alright.

           I’m not sure about other Muslims, since the ways might differ from country to country, but I’m referencing my dad right now, and he works in Saudi Arabia, and he references his best friend, so that’s the basis for this explanation. Anyway, how does the arrange marriage work in Muslim families? Well, for starters, one situation would be for the parents to decide on a potential guy. This is mostly for their daughters. So, the parents see this guy and think, “Hey, he looks pretty cool. Kind, religious, honest. Maybe he’d be great for our daughter!”

           At this point, most people would think that the parents discuss the marriage with the guy, and suddenly the girl gets married off to a total stranger without her consent, like Annaliese from Barbie: Princess and the Pauper. But that is not the case. The parents go to the daughter in question and ask her what she thinks of this guy. If she says yes, then yay, there’s a newly married couple! If not, then the parents will have to do better next time. Like what Samirah al-Abbas said (this quote might not be entirely accurate since it’s been months since I’ve last read Magnus Chase, and I haven’t even finished the first book yet), “Sometimes, the parents actually care what the daughter thinks.”

           Another situation would be the guy and the girl meeting each other to see if they’re good for each other. In this scenario, there would have to be a third party (usually for the girl) to make sure the two don’t go beyond the lines Allah drew. It’s not like the third party is gonna be this hovering, brooding person who watches your every move, nah. They’re just gonna be there in presence and let the conversation flow whatever, as long as no one crosses the line. And, just saying, if any of you think this is too “oppressive” or “against my rights as a human being”, first of all, don’t judge a culture when you don’t even know the reasons for such. No one even complains about it. Everyone is okay with it. So, stop pointing fingers and calling us oppressed because that is so dumb.

           Anyway, yeah. Where was I? Right. Anyway, the two meet each other and talk about whatever, maybe their common interests, what they’re jobs are, etc. They can meet up for as many times as they want, but don’t do anything that only married couples can do. And when they finally decide that they want to marry, then yay! More married couples for everyone.

           I don’t even remember how I got to this. I think I was supposed to talk about my take on romantic relationships or something. Anyway, what do I think about a potential love life? Well, personally, I don’t want one. I don’t want to marry, and I certainly don’t want kids. The thing is my principle is that if I were to have kids, I won’t have a job. Why? Because I have to be there for them, 24/7. Children need their mothers, and if their mother is always at work, how can they grow up under the nurturing care of someone who loves them? Yayas or nannies might help, but only physically. They don’t have the same love a mother has for their child. They can’t replace a parent.            

           You see, I want to work as a teacher. A high school teacher at a school my sister and I founded. I want to help students learn the best way they can, to be an inspiration to them, so they can be inspired to inspire and be the best they can be. That’s my dream.

           So, I can’t put kids into the picture because I know that if I try to juggle work and family, my own children will be neglected. And that is not fair to them.

           Besides, aren’t teachers basically like parents to their students? Like they say, school is your second home. Also, according to Allah, the best job isn’t being a doctor, or an engineer, or a scientist. It’s being a teacher.

           Anyway, now that I’m exhausted from typing so much (I haven’t even started on Chapter 3 of my fanfic), I should end this log here. It’s now 12:37 PM and the song ending this is Butterfly Girl by EXO.

[maybebanks]

You Know I’m a Minor Chapter 04

jj maybank x reader

Start at PART 1

You crept inside your battered home, the floor creaking quietly at your feet.

You bit your lip. These damn floorboards.

Your throat felt dry, maybe you are just dehydrated.

Immediately, you approached the kitchen and took out a glass, then filled it with water.

But before you could take a sip, you felt a pair of rough calloused hands wrap around your neck.

—

“What’s got you down, Y/n?” Kie asks. So far this had started out an amazing summer, you were never bored with the pogues.

“I just..need a job,” you explain what you were thinking about, these days it was getting harder to even put food in your stomach.

“Don’t you already have a job?” Pope questions.

“Yeah, but I need another. I have a little extra time and I can work on weekends,”

“Weekends? But when will you have time for us?” Kie asks, worried.

“Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kie,” JJ adds, Kie didn’t take offense to it, but he wasn’t wrong.

“You can mow lawns in figure Eight with me,” JJ offers.

“Help deliver groceries?” Pope adds.

“We always need an extra hand at the Wreck, I can ask my dad if he’ll hire you,”

You smile and nod excitedly at Kie’s offer, “Yes! that would be amazing Kie,”

JJ pouts, “Are ya sure? You’d be missing out on a great view,” JJ jokes, gesturing to himself and his six pack.

“No offense JJ,” you roll your eyes, “I’m allergic to grass,”

“Allergic to grass? Huh?” JJ asks dumbfoundedly.

Everyone’s laughs mix together at the look on JJs face. JJ dips his fingers in his beer and flicks it on to you.

“Ah! You’re getting beer in my hair?!”

“Are you allergic to beer too?”

—

Finally back at John B’s place, the sun was starting to set, painting the sky with beautiful arrays of orange and pink.

You were all inside today, it was slightly raining and the mosquitos were raging outside.

John B had his arm around you on the couch, and JJ, Kie and Pope were sitting across from you on the floor and on some shitty deck chair on the porch.

JJ began smoking, bringing you back to the first time you got close with JJ. Too close?

You twiddled you’re thumbs in your lap and played with your fingers, the silence made you nervous. You didn’t want to smoke, it just made nerves worse.

“JJ!” Pope scolded when JJ blew smoke directly into his face.

“Oh sorry Pope? You want a hit of this?” JJ smirked hazily and sarcastically.

You laughed, Pope was frustrated, but he let it slide when he saw your smile.

“So none of you want a hit of this?” JJ repeated, Kie took it from his fingers and took a long hit, not coughing once.

JJ scanned the rest of us, when no one responded he groaned, “didn’t realize I rolled with a bunch of nerds,”

You bit the inside of your cheek, your shoulders visibly tensed, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Stop overreacting.

John B rubs your shoulder comfortingly, taking notice of your behavior.

John B glanced at JJ and gave him a scolding look, in which JJ pushes his hands up in defense.

“Want some Y/n?”

“I think she’ll pass,” John B says, causing JJ to look down in defeat.

“Sorry, I’m..I just don’t want to smoke,”

“It’s okay, Y/n, I don’t mind,” JJ smiled, flipped his lighter on and off.

As the night went on, the pogues got drunk on beers and high on laughs and good conversation. John B was basically falling over, he turn over and his head landed on your lap.

“John B, you are so drunk right now,” you told him.

“You’re so pretty Y/n,” he slurred.

“Um, I-thanks,” you mutter, not believing he is being genuine, just drunk.

“I wish you didn’t have a boyfriend already, that stinks,” John B says again, causing the rest of the group to silence.

“Uh what?” JJ says in shock.

“No- I don’t! What are you talking about John B? You’re just drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying,” you conclude.

John B, lying down, raises his hand up to your face, then puts his finger on your neck and pokes at it a few times.

Instantly, you slap his hand away. Before you can ask what the hell he is doing, he mumbles.

“Hickies.”

Your mouth went dry, you knew the marks he was pointing at were not hickies. But you couldn’t exactly tell the truth.

You gently push his head off of your lap and get up, leaving the couch. A few of them ask where you are going, you just mutter some excuse and head inside.

You open the door to a random room and hop inside. Collapsing on the unmade bed.

—

“You really love that bed don’t ya,” a light-hearted voice rips you from your sleep, the voice was slightly groggy and scratchy, you hated to admit it but his morning voice was kinda attractive.

JJ tapped your bare shoulder, you were laying on your stomach, waving him off and wishing to fall back asleep.

“Y/n,” JJ repeated softly.

You instantly remembered you had removed your shirt becuase it was too hot last night. To react, you pull the covers over your face, hiding from JJ.

This resulted in a laugh, “Get up babe,” JJ encouraged tugging at the covers.

“Stop! JJ I’m practically naked!” You continue to cover yourself in embarrassment.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen-“

“JJ! Close your eyes!” You demanded.

JJ listened to your order, smirking to himself at the small glimpse he got of your white lace bra at your chest.

Fortunately, he didn’t notice anything else, no injuries or imperfections.

When you peek over the covers, JJ is holding out a shirt for you. The same Pelican Marina t-shirt.

You grab it and throw it on, before you could get up though, JJ puts his hand on your thigh. Holding you back.

Feeling violated, your expression changed. Anxious.

Seeing this JJ, quickly removes it. He was only trying to ease the tension for what he was about to say.

“Uh..can we talk?” Was all he could muster.

“About what?” You sighed, quickly thinking he was going to ask about the smoking dilemma.

“Last night-“

“I’m sorry,” you interrupt, “I shouldn’t have been so weird, I just, I didn’t want to get high, and I didn’t want to say or do something I’d regret,”

JJ chuckles, “that’s okay Y/n, I don’t care if you don’t want to smoke, I actually wanted to talk about what John B said, about your boyfriend and stuff.”

You tensed.

Then got up from the bed, moving towards the door.

“Who-I mean...is he right? Why don’t you just tell me?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, John B was just drunk. Honest.”

“But he said..” JJ paused, stepping closer as his eyes trailed down your face, stopping at your neck, “who gave you those?”

You moved your hand over the bruises.

You scoffed, clearly trying to deflect, “I just burned myself. But seriously it doesn’t matter. Can you stop interrogating me?”

“Yeah. Okay sure,” JJ said disappointedly.

—

JJ slipped on his board. Falling into the ocean near you. You were sitting on your board, one leg on either side.

He splashed water in your eyes.

“JJ!” You screamed.

You had to admit he was an amazing surfer. But you thought his wipeouts were even better.

After he came up he smiled a goofy smile, causing a laugh to erupt from your mouth.

“Dope wipeout,” you complimented.

“Yeah, you just ate shit!” Kie shouts from a little farther away.

“Ohh you wanna see a wipeout?!” JJ shouted competitively.

You furrowed you’re brows in confusion, but suddenly you understood when JJs hands gipped your board and flipped you over.

“Hey!” You screamed before being succomed into the cold.

JJs arms wrapped around your torso and he pulled you up into his chest.

He brought you face close to him, you wrapped your legs around his waist and he just held you there, treading water.

“That was mean,” you pouted.

“What’s mean is you treating my t-shirt like a second skin! I’ve never seen you take it off, we’re surfing for god sakes!”

You rolled your eyed and pushed JJs firm chest farther away, his grip left your waist, then returned to your board.

—

If he could see you now.

He would tell you to stop acting like a whore. For getting closer to JJ day by day, for letting him hold you. He would tell you to drop these new friends, who lifted your spirits, and settle for being alone.

What are you? Some kind of rebel?

Normally you would feel anxious, but the feeling of freedom made you forget about your troubles. For now.

You ran up to John B and jumped on his back for a piggy back ride. Taken off guard. He stumbled and landed in the sand, you following down and landing on your side.

“Ow! Y/n why did you do that?” John B laughed.

Kie helped him up and Pope helped you up. You mentally scolded yourself when you realized the temporary pain from the impact of falling decided to stay a while.

Determined, you decided to stand up on your own, obviously showing balance problems.

“How can you surf when you walk like that?” JJ commented, his hands met your waist to steady you. It’s cliche to say, but after you brushed his hands away, his touch lingered.

“I’m...fine,” you said, breathing heavily like you just sprinted.

Instead of his usual laugh, he cocked his head in concern. But luckily, Kie changed the conversation shortly after.

“Do you guys think we should crash the Kook party tonight?” She asked, excitedly.

You bit your lip, hard. The scene of your nightmares was a kook party. Last time you were at one, things turned out horribly.

You coughed when JJ took notice, he always seemed to notice the little things.

“JJ what do you think?” Pope asked.

JJ didn’t want to hover over you, every time he asks if you are okay, you just shut him down, making him feel stupid for being concerned.

“I’m cool with it. As long as John B doesn’t hold me back if I try and punch Topper,”

John B scolds JJ for always being so reckless, and Pope tells him not to be stupid.

Finally the van is in sight.

But there was something on your mind that you wanted to confront JJ.

You grab his forearm gently, and tug him back a little, not really wanting the pogues to hear.

“Um JJ?”

“What’s up Y/n?” he asks, smiling a usual JJ smile.

“I know you are... protective over-“ you stopped yourself, not wanting to assume he’d consider you a friend, “and I just, I don’t want you to get hurt,” you admit.

JJ chuckles, “No need to worry about me,” he puts his hand on your shoulder.

You punch his arm gently, just joking around.

“If anyone knows how to throw a punch...” he gestures, and slowly brings his fist up, mimicking a punch, his fist accelerates towards your face but slows down at the last minute.

“JJ I was just kidding!” you exclaim as your hands reach and protect your face.

“Relax Y/n. What? You thought I would hit you? For real?” JJ asked, his tone seemed offended, but also pitiful.

“Sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. God damn,” he mumbles.

“What-um...what I meant before was just, can you just hold off, and not get into any fights? Please,”

He nods, “promise,”

—

Get a grip! Stop being such a shy little bitch who stutters her words and wants to cry at every mention of life’s bullshit. Stop acting like the world is on your shoulders. Because it’s not.

“Whatcha thinking about?” JJ asks, talking a sip out of a red solo cup.

“Nothing,” you reply, eyeing the liquid in his cup.

He smirks, “wanna sip?”

“Fuck it,”

—

Chapter 05

I really am struggling and have no idea where this is going! I’m tryna do a slow burn but it is harder than I thought!! I’m so sorry this is bad please bare with me, part 5 will be better!

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