#especially since none of them look like they’re in high school except MAYBE kie

[spideyhexx]

I don’t understand shows that make their characters in high school when they can be in college and nothing would really change

[collecting-stories]

Sneaking Around - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: Hello!! I love your JJ imagines! I was wondering if you could write one where they are secretly a thing behind everyone’s back and share quick kisses all the time and secret hand holds under the table, and then one night at a party or something everyone sees them alone looking soOoOo in love 🤪

Request: can you write 22 and 50 from the kiss list with jj? love your fics! xx

A/N: Was writing this while watching The Politician and got the lovely surprise of seeing Rudy for 2.5 seconds as an extra in episode 5. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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JJ leaned down, hands on the table between you and Pope, as he sat, kissing Pope on the cheek swiftly before kissing your cheek as well. Once he was situated you dropped your elbows from the table, your right hand finding his left. He glanced over at you, schooled expression in place, and then turned back to John B as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. His fingers laced with yours, holding your hand in his lap as you listened to your friends talk. His thumb traced circles on your skin. Your free hand propped your chin on the table, eyes fluttering every now and then as you tried to pay attention to the discussion at hand.  

It had happened at a party almost eight months ago. One of the upper classmen at Kildare County High School held a Halloween bash in a vacant house on figure 8. You dressed as Britney Spears circa 1998 in her famous school girl uniform though you’d traded her heeled maryjanes for an old pair of vans. You’d gone all out on the outfit; JJ had offered to drive you and there was nothing you wanted more than to impress him. You spent the whole night flirting with him, dancing with him. You thought maybe it wasn’t going to go passed that when JJ had spilled beer on you and somewhere between the kitchen and the laundry room you kissed him. Tipsy enough not to worry about the complications that pogue-on-pogue macking always led to. When you woke up in one of the bedrooms of the kook mansion the next morning, JJ beside you, you decided that you were sober enough not to let those complications stop you from being happy. But both of you knew what your friends would say so you agreed, no one could know. And no one did. You didn’t tell Kiara and he didn’t blab to John B and Pope.  

“That is not what happened!” Kiara shouted, leaning across the table to smack John B in the arm.  

JJ leaned over as the other three were distracted, lips brushing against your neck. You bit your  lip and covered your mouth with your hand. He kissed you neck, up to your ear. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe before whispering, “tonight?”

“My mom is staying at her boyfriend’s,” you replied, head turned just slightly, eyes on your friends so that if they looked over none of them would suspect anything.  

He kissed your jaw and then pulled away, cool air weaving into the space he once occupied as he tried to distance himself from you. When you decided that you would keep things a secret it was as if your brain suddenly developed a sixth sense for JJ. You suddenly noticed how many times the two of you sat together, shared a hammock, slept on the pull-out with each other. It had all been subconscious before but now it was all you could think about. Where you standing too close? Where you paying too much attention to him? Did the two of you spend too much one on one time together?  

The conversation died down again as Pope apparently gained the upper-hand in the story. When the waitress came around to get your order she stood at the other end of the table, giving JJ an excuse to press his body against yours as he leaned over, acting like she couldn’t hear him if he didn’t physically get as close as possible. Kiara tried to shush him when he got too loud and you winced at the sound of his voice in your ear. He was acting obnoxious on purpose because he knew it drew his friends attention away from how close he was to you. Pope grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into his place.

“Dude, shut up. You’re so loud.” He complained.  

“I second that.” You added, nudging JJ with your elbow.  

“I’m not being loud,” he replied, looking over at the waitress, “am I loud?”  

“Excuse him, he’s not trained yet.” Kiara said, glaring at JJ.

“I’ll get-” and just like that the table was being pulled back into ordering as John B read off the menu.  

JJ sat back in his seat, his hand reaching beneath the table for yours once again. You looked over at him, winking as you squeezed his hand. When he tried to wink back, both eyes closing instead, you bit your lip to stop from laughing out loud and drawing too much attention to the two of you.  

Once dinner was over and the bill had been divided amongst the five of you, you offered to take the money up to the counter. John B left to take the car around while Pope and JJ got into a miniature food fight, flinging leftovers at each other with their spoons. Pope held his fingers in a triangle as the food fight dissolved into food tabletop football.

“Guys!” Kiara hissed, leaning across the table and whacking JJ’s hand, “cut it out.”

“Oh come on Kie,” JJ whined, “that was gonna be a touchdown.”

“You guys are acting like five-year olds.”

“I think that’s an insult to five-year olds.” You replied, gathering the money and getting up from the table. You’d gone over it one more time to make sure that the tip was enough. As you stood you grabbed JJ’s wrist, “come on, I’ll babysit you. Kiara can take Pope out to the car.”

“I’ll behave please, don’t make me leave!” JJ said, raising his voice as he walked past crowded tables, catching other diners' attention as he went.

“Shut up.” You laughed, tugging his wrist to lead him to the counter. Once out of sight from your friends JJ twisted his arm and you released his wrist so that you could hold his hand. “You’re being ridiculous today.” You whispered.  

“You’re so mean to me.” JJ replied, pouting at you.  

“You’ll survive.”  

He looked back over to the table where Kiara and Pope had been. It was empty now, both of your friends going outside to wait in the bus with John B. Once you’d finished paying JJ pulled you toward the back of the diner, where the bathrooms were.

“What are we doing JJ?” You asked, laughing when he pushed you into the family bathroom.  

JJ didn’t answer you. Instead he backed you up against the sink and kissed you, hands on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair as he lifted you onto the edge of the sink.  

“The guys are gonna notice that it’s taking us a long ass time to meet them outside.” You whispered as JJ laid kisses against your neck and collar. “JJ, are you listening to me?”

“I’m trying really hard not to.” He replied. His hands slipped under your crop top, fingers grazing just below your bikini as he continued to kiss and suck at your neck.  

“JJ.” You hissed, smacking his shoulder, “JJ.” You tugged his hair enough to pull him away from you. He squeezed your sides as his eyes met yours, pout on his face.  

“What?” He groaned.  

“We should go, there is no way they are gonna believe that it’s taking us this long to pay a bill.”

“Chill,” JJ leaned in and kissed you again, “they won’t know.”  

They didn’t. He was right. You told them you needed to use the bathroom and all three of them seemed completely willing to buy the story. On the ride back to the Chateau you sat in the back, cross-legged on the floor, against the bench. JJ sat behind you, legs on either side of you and you rested your head against his knee while John B drove.  

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Parties weren’t always your thing but ever since you and JJ started dating parties were a preferable way to spend the night, especially if the two of you couldn’t get away from your friends. Parties meant lots of people pulling attention in every direction. It meant that no one noticed when you slipped away to John B’s room or an empty bedroom or the bus. Tonight, you were out by the hammocks when JJ found you, two beers in his hands.  

“Here,” he handed one over, sitting next to you on the hammock. You smiled, kissing his shoulder in greeting.  

“It’s so loud in the house.”  

The party that John B and JJ were throwing at the Chateau had spilled out into the front yard, a few different groups mingling with each other, far enough away that they didn’t pay you and JJ any attention. The music from inside the barely audible at the hammocks but in the living room it was loud, bass overwhelming the sounds of people talking. Kiara was inside, looking for you. She checked John B’s room, Big John’s room, the office, she even double checked the bathroom. You’d swiped JJ’s stash two nights ago as part of an ongoing series of pranks that the two of you were embroiled in and you’d promised to split it with her. Except she couldn’t find you.

“I saw her go outside.” Pope told her when she asked him and John B if they had any idea where you were.  

And you were outside. Sitting on one of the hammocks. JJ was sitting beside you, leaning back against the hammock, feet on the ground. You sat facing him, one leg up, behind him, and the other hanging off the side of the hammock. Your cups were empty and on the ground while the two of you sat there talking.  

The talking Kiara couldn’t hear but she could see the two of you. Sitting close. She watched, wide eyed, as you kissed him, shifting even closer as he leaned into you. Kiara ran back inside, grabbing John B and Pope to drag them out onto the porch where they could see the two of you.  

“What am I looking at?” John B asked, squinting against the lights of the porch and trying to see out into the yard.

“Oh my god!” Pope exclaimed, realizing what he was looking at, “no way, they’re together?”  

Kiara hurried off the porch, walking across the yard to the hammocks, John B and Pope following behind her.  

Hammocks weren’t on the top of your list as comfortable places to make-out but the hammock at John B’s house definitely beat some of the other places that the two of you had tried. Despite the discomfort, you were less inclined to pay attention to the ropes digging into your knee or the numbness that was starting to settle into your arm from JJ laying on it.  

“Hey!” Kiara shouted, catching your attention and causing you to roll off of JJ, pulling your arm from beneath his back and falling against the hammock.  

“Holy shit.” JJ sat up, recovering from the sudden interruption, “hey guys, how's it going?”

“What the hell you guys? Are you guys like...” Kiara looked between the two of you, eyes wide, “the rule guys!”

“Screw the rule.” JJ groaned.  

You looked over at him, surprised. “Seriously?”  

“What?”  

“Maybe we should,” Pope grabbed Kiara’s arm, nodding back to the house.

“I just want my half of the stash.” Kiara said, “you guys...do you.”  

“It’s in my glove compartment. My keys are in John B’s room.” You replied, “now can you guys like, leave?”

“Going.”

“Don’t have sex in the hammock!” John B called as they walked away, drawing the attention of a few partygoers.  

“Too late.” JJ hollered and you leaned over, smacking his arm.  

“Oh gross man!” Pope shouted.

You watched the three of them leaving before you leaned into JJ, letting him wrap his arm around you and kiss the side of your head. “What stash?”

“What?” You asked, tilting your head back so you could see his face.

“What stash? You ran out last week.”  

“I found more?” You offered, smiling at him.

“Oh my god! You stole my fucking stash!” JJ shouted, untangling himself from you and climbing out of the hammock. It rocked as he climbed out of it and you held on to the rope, laughing as it shook you.

“Wait JJ!” You called, halting him.  

“I can’t believe you used me to steal my stash.”  

“You’re so dramatic. I didn’t need to use you to steal some weed.” You joked.  

JJ turned back to you and, without warning, threw himself back onto of you on the hammock, sending the whole thing rocking once more. You screeched at the sudden burst of energy from him. You tried to slow the swinging of the hammock with your feet.  

“You’re crushing me.” You whined, pushing at him.

“That’s what you get for stealing my weed.” He said, shifting on the hammock so that he could hold himself up over you.  

“I didn’t steal it...I borrowed it?” You suggested, smiling at him.  

“Unbelievable, first you steal from me and then you lie to me?”  

“What are you gonna do about it?”  

JJ looked down at you, considering you for a moment until he leaned down, lips brushing against your neck, the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight pushing up your top as you pulled him closer to you. You closed your eyes, thinking briefly that John B was not gonna be thrilled about the state of his hammock in the morning.  

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