#fwb!jj maybank x reader

[santaasi]

hate to be lame

pairing: fwb!jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: you hate to admit it but you might love jj maybank

warnings: fluff, (small) angst, allusion to sex, no use of y/n, pet names (cupcake, doll), english isn’t my first language

word count: 4.3k

a/n: inspired by hate to be lame - lizzie mcalpine, fineas

YOU DIDN'T REMEMBER THE MOMENT WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED. When the stars collided so that for the first time you felt this swarm of butterflies in your stomach at the very sight of him looking at you. Or when the hookups after parties stopped being just sex and became something more. Something more for you. 

JJ Maybank had always captivated your attention. Like everyone on the island, you couldn't help but notice that despite being the arrogant pain in every Kook's ass, JJ was sculpted like an Apollo. His tall, broad-shouldered frame was the result of daily labor for the wealthy residents of Figure 8, including you and your family. His eternally tousled dirty blond hair and those eyes... those mesmerizing eyes that reflected the beauty of North Carolina's sandy coast and salty sea. Adding to his allure was his reputation as a "troubled bad boy," a role that made him irresistible to all the girls on the island. No matter how much you wished to resist, you were no exception. His presence was magnetic, a blend of raw strength and rugged charm that drew you in despite your better judgment.

JJ Maybank wasn't just a distraction; he was a force of nature. His very existence seemed to challenge the orderly world you were accustomed to, tempting you with the promise of adventure and rebellion. The way he carried himself, with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, only heightened his appeal. He was everything you were supposed to avoid, yet everything you secretly desired.In those stolen glances and fleeting moments, you felt a connection that transcended mere attraction. It was as if his wild spirit called out to the hidden desires within you, urging you to break free from the confines of your polished life. And despite the consequences, despite the warnings, you knew deep down that resisting JJ Maybank was a battle you were destined to lose.

Resisting the allure of the Pogue boy required keeping your distance, avoiding any encounters, and only observing from afar how at each new party, he would make out with yet another girl. These girls, whom you secretly envied, seemed to effortlessly capture his attention. And it wasn't love or sympathy for the guy that drove you, no. It was the allure of the forbidden fruit that everyone spoke of with such sweetness that captivated you. You longed to savor its essence, if only for a fleeting moment, before moving on with your life. But there's wisdom in the saying, "be careful what you wish for," because the moment JJ Maybank became the new lawn boy in your house and when a week later he found his way into your silk sheets, you understood. JJ Maybank wasn't just a temptation; he was an addiction.

Sex with him was like scenes from an old romantic movie: tender, sensual, and passionately intense. JJ Maybank was not just focused on his own pleasure; he made it his mission to make you feel like a queen. He would lift you to the ninth cloud, then gently lower you back to earth, leaving you yearning for him again and again until you were utterly spent.

After the bliss of being in bed, he would carry that enchantment into the shower. With hands roughened by hard work, he would glide over your body, applying expensive shower gel with a touch that was both firm and tender, rinsing it off with hot water. His fingers would move through your hair, massaging your scalp as he applied shampoo and followed it with a series of hair care steps that he found frivolous but performed with care just for you. His lips would leave delicate kisses on your cheeks, shoulders, collarbone, fingers—anywhere he could reach, while his hot breath scorched your skin as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

Afterward, he would wrap your towel-dried body in one of his T-shirts, the ones you kept in your closet and slept in every night, inhaling the scent of the sea that clung to them. Then he would lift you in his arms, carry you to your huge bed, and lie down beside you, holding you close.

These moments were more than physical pleasure; they were a symphony of sensations that transcended mere touch. JJ's rough, hard working hands moved with surprising gentleness, as if cherishing every inch of your skin. His presence was overwhelming yet comforting, a paradox that left you helplessly drawn to him. Each touch, each kiss, each whisper was a promise of more—more passion, more tenderness, more of the addictive connection that bound you to him. In his embrace, time seemed to stand still. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the two of you, lost in a private universe of bliss and desire. JJ Maybank wasn't just a lover; he was an experience, a force that transformed every moment with him into something magical. As you lay there, wrapped in his arms, you knew that this was a feeling you would never tire of, a craving that would forever haunt your dreams.

Perhaps it was this tender and sensualness on his part, which you had never met before, that made your little heart beat more often in your chest. Or maybe it was all those little moments and conversations in between, all those stupid jokes that made you laugh until your stomach hurt, and all those "accidental" touches after which your body forgot how to breathe. 

Maybe it was all this, or perhaps everything in between, but none of it mattered in the end. The bottom line remained the same: despite everything, you fell in love with JJ Maybank, and it seemed like your biggest mistake. He wasn't interested in relationships. To him, a relationship meant the end of freedom and happiness. And you were a Kook—a Kook he despised and hated. People like you always made him do their dirty work, just like your parents did, and it was because of them that he often found himself at the precinct. All these factors combined left no chance of moving from the category of friends with benefits to something more.

You wanted to believe that the smoldering looks you caught from him at parties, the casual touches, and the late-night conversations on your rooftop meant as much to him as they did to you. But you weren't naive enough to think your relationship was special when he spent his life changing girls like gloves. So, you buried your feelings deep inside and accepted the reality you lived in, where JJ Maybank was just your fling.

You couldn't help but replay the moments when his gaze lingered a little too long, or when his touch seemed to convey more than just physical desire. Each encounter was a blend of ecstasy and heartbreak, knowing that while he held you close, he was never truly yours. The connection you felt was undeniable, but the barriers between you were just as real. He was a wild spirit, untamed and unbound, while you were part of the world that tried to cage him. Despite this, you cherished every moment spent with him. The laughter, the shared secrets, the way he made you feel alive in a way no one else could. The intensity of his presence was intoxicating, making it impossible to stay away even when you knew it was for the best. JJ was an addiction, a beautiful, dangerous addiction that you couldn't quit.

And so, you continued to live in this bittersweet limbo, hiding your love behind a facade of casual encounters. Every time he left, a part of you broke a little more, but you told yourself it was enough. Enough to have him in any capacity, enough to experience the fleeting moments of closeness. Because despite the pain, despite the heartache, loving JJ Maybank was the most real thing you had ever felt.

“You're too quiet today, doll,” JJ's hoarse voice rang out in your ear, making goosebumps run all over your body. You didn't say anything, snuggling closer to his bare chest, filling the quiet room with the rustle of sheets. His skin was still covered with beads of sweat after sex, and you were breathing in his musky scent, which was intoxicating your mind. You never thought that the smell of someone's sweat would attract you so much. 

“What happened?” you seemed to catch a hint of concern in his voice, but immediately pushed it away from you. JJ just loved to chat. That's all. He's only interested in your body. 

“Nothing,” you muttered listlessly in the area of his neck, leaving a soft kiss behind his ear. “It's just a hard day” 

"Ah, I see. Shopping and maxing out daddy's credit card must be exhausting," JJ joked, his chest shaking with laughter. You frowned, burying your face in his neck.

You hated moments like this—moments when the perfect bubble of isolation, where you were just yourself and he was just JJ Maybank, would burst, making you feel the social gap between you. Making you feel small and unworthy of him because of the money that had surrounded you since childhood. JJ wasn't trying to offend you with such jokes, but they still stung, reminding you that he wasn't the man for you.

The silence that followed was heavy, and JJ's laughter died down as quickly as it had started. Even without looking at him, you could imagine the wrinkle forming between his eyebrows, and his hand squeezing your thigh a little harder under the blanket.

"I'm serious, what's wrong?" His voice carried a hint of urgency now, his concern palpable. Yet faced with the familiar wall of silence, JJ gently lifted your chin with his free hand, compelling you to meet his gaze. You grumbled in protest, but reluctantly raised your head, locking eyes with his deep blue gaze.

"What's troubling you, cupcake?" His gaze swept over your face, noting the tension in your compressed lips, the furrowed brows, and the careful scrutiny in your eyes. JJ genuinely seemed worried.

You took a ragged breath, parting your lips as if ready to unload the burdens that had weighed on your soul for months, to confess the feelings that had consumed you. But as you looked into his eyes, knowing they had probably held the same look just nights ago with another girl wrapped in sheets, you shook your head and sought solace in his lips instead.

This kiss was different. It was tender and sensual, lacking the usual passion and urgency. His lips moved languidly against yours, synchronized in a gentle dance. With each touch of lips and intertwining of tongues, your heartbeat seemed to echo emotions too complex to name. You wanted desperately to believe this was what true love's kiss felt like, but deep down, you knew there was no love in your relationship.

JJ held you close after the kiss, his arms providing a temporary sanctuary from the uncertainties gnawing at your heart. His touch was comforting, his presence a balm against the turmoil within you. Yet, even in his embrace, the unspoken truths lingered, casting shadows on the fragile intimacy you shared. 

JJ gently laid you back, his weight hovering over you as he broke the kiss, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow. His gaze slid over your face, catching the puppy-dog look you had been giving him for months. Slowly, his hand moved to your cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear before tracing gentle patterns on your flushed skin with his knuckles. The touch ignited a cascade of emotions within you. You were almost certain he knew about your feelings, that his every touch was a deliberate play to elicit a response from you.

You didn't want to believe JJ could be that callous, not after spending the last seven months with him. Yet, a nagging voice whispered that you were just one among many lovesick admirers in his life—a mere grain of sand on his beach of girlfriends.

"You know I'm going to get an answer from you, doll," JJ murmured, planting a tender kiss on your cheek. "So you'd better tell me what's been weighing on you."

He rubbed his nose against yours, and you closed your eyes, a soft smile spreading across your face. Your hands, resting calmly around his neck, threaded through the regrown strands of his hair. These quiet, affectionate moments with JJ felt like sanctuary, where he seemed to be the only person in your entire world. In these fleeting instances, the words you longed to speak hovered on the tip of your tongue. Yet, time and again, you held yourself back...

"Have you ever... fallen in love?" you asked in a half-whisper, feeling your heart skip a beat.

JJ's brow furrowed again, but then he chuckled and reclined onto his side of the bed. His hand ran through his tousled hair, momentarily captivating you as you lost yourself in the sound of his infectious laughter and the sight of his radiant smile. For that fleeting moment, all else faded away. But as reality crashed back, you bit your lip, struggling to hold back the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You turned your gaze towards the ceiling, chastising yourself silently. How could you have asked such a foolish question? Why did it escape your lips at all? Fool, fool, fool!

Sensing your shift in mood, JJ's expression softened into seriousness. He turned to face you, reaching out to intercept your hand resting on your stomach, gently intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Hey, hey, hey... I didn't mean to laugh, cupcake," JJ said with an encouraging smile. "You caught me off guard, that's all."

You both lay in silence for a while, his gaze lingering on your clasped hands, yours fixed on the ceiling. The moment hung between you, heavy with unspoken words and uncharted emotions. JJ's touch brought a sense of warmth and reassurance, yet beneath it all, you wrestled with the vulnerability of your question, unsure of what his response—or lack thereof—might mean for the fragile balance between you..

"Six months ago, I would have said no..." JJ's voice was slow and measured, his attention still fixed on your intertwined fingers. His thumb moved gently, tracing soothing circles over the knuckles of your hand. He cleared his throat before continuing, his words carrying a weight of uncertainty. "Now... now I would say everything is complicated."

You nodded slowly, letting out a sigh as your eyes drifted back to the white ceiling. In the dim light, you could still make out the faint glow of the small fluorescent stars that your parents had stuck up there when you were a kid, hoping they would keep the darkness at bay. It was love, you thought.

"It can't be complicated here... you're either in love with someone, or you're not... you either have something to say to them, but you stop yourself, or you have nothing to say..." you murmured, your gaze still fixed on the ceiling. You then turned your head to look at JJ. Only now did you notice that his eyes were completely on you, not on your hands.

"I read an article on the internet… Told me that that's how you know you're fallin' in love” you added softly, almost defensively. "Of course, don't really trust what's on the internet but maybe just this once..." Your voice trailed off as you searched his eyes, suddenly feeling exposed yet oddly liberated by your honesty. The intimacy of the moment hung between you like a fragile thread, woven with unspoken truths and the silent hopes of understanding. JJ's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and something deeper, something you couldn't quite decipher.

In that shared silence, amidst the gentle hum of thoughts and emotions swirling around you, you waited for his response, unsure of what it might unveil about the intricacies of your entangled hearts.

"Do you have somethin’ to tell me?" JJ interrupted you and you immediately focused your gaze on him, frowning again. 

As you lay there, staring at the ceiling and grappling with the weight of your thoughts, a whirlwind of questions spun through your mind. Did JJ want to understand what was troubling you once more? Or was he subtly probing to see if you harbored feelings for him, based on that theory you had read about online? Did you love him? Did you need him? Did you want him? The uncertainty gnawed at you, and part of you wished you could affirm those feelings—if only to ensure he would stay.

He shifted closer, his touch gentle as he traced patterns on your hand, silently urging you to speak or find solace in his presence. His eyes, familiar and searching, conveyed a mix of concern and a readiness to listen—a testament to the bond you had forged in the months spent together. In that moment, as the weight of your inner turmoil pressed down, you found yourself yearning for clarity, for a resolution that would quiet the storm within. Yet, the answers remained elusive, and you feared the consequences of voicing what lay buried deep in your heart.

"Do you have somethin' to tell me, doll?" he asked his question again and looked at you seriously. His eyes darkened slightly (or so it seemed to you) they looked like the sea before a storm and you could only flutter your fluffy eyelashes in shock and look at him. JJ shook his head and smiled, squeezing your hand. “'cause I have something to tell you.” 

JJ grinned, sitting up on the bed and leaning back against the padded headboard. His grip tightened around your hand, refusing to let go even as he struggled to light a cigarette. But JJ needed that connection, needed to feel your warmth as he prepared to voice something he had been holding back for too long.

With a flick of the lighter, he finally ignited the cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he gathered his thoughts. His eyes, intense and focused on you, held a mix of determination and vulnerability.

“It's always in the back of my mind,” JJ said after taking a couple of puffs and dropping the ashes into the ashtray on the bedside table. His gaze was fixed forward. To where there was a photograph in a gilded frame on the dresser. He couldn't see the photo itself in the dark, he could only make out the outlines, but a picture of the day when he first met you was already forming in his head. 

Bonfire. Another Kook's party blazing on the beach, a scene where Pogues had no place. Yet, JJ found himself there, compelled to settle the last of his debt to Topper for the broken boat. Striding back to his bike, ready to leave it all behind, he glimpsed you sitting on the damp sand, clutching a bottle of whiskey. Your hair was tousled and damp, droplets cascading down its length onto the sand, while your white dress, now soaked, revealed glimpses of your underwear. You were a mess. But a breathtaking mess unlike any other.

Normally, JJ would have walked right past. What concern was it of his if a Shark girl was brooding over some triviality on the beach beside a party? Yet, when you turned to meet his gaze, moonlight casting a gentle glow on your tear-streaked face, makeup smudged from the remnants of sorrow, and he met the emptiness in your eyes, he couldn't ignore your pain.

Without hesitation, he sat down beside you, typing a quick message to John B. that he wouldn't be coming, and spent the remainder of the night with you. It began with conversation on the beach, the words flowing freely under the starlit sky. But soon, it evolved into something deeper—JJ's fingers tracing the delicate contours of your skin, his ear attuned to the soft, sweet moans that escaped your lips, melodies he quickly grew addicted to.

That night, for the first time, JJ wondered if his past mistakes had somehow led him to this moment with you. If he could rewind would there be some butterfly effect? What if they never met? What if the stars never aligned?

"I don't know what love is, doll," JJ broke the silence again, exhaling cigarette smoke. You disliked it when he smoked in your room, but his voice held you spellbound, his touch on your hand anchoring you in the moment.

"You know, my mom left us when I was just a little shit, and my dad... well, he wasn't exactly a role model for love," JJ said with a sad smile, shaking his head. He felt your gentle squeeze in response, giving him the courage to continue. "I love the Pogues. They're like family to me. I love John B., feels like he's been my brother forever, but it's not... it's not that kind of love." JJ took another drag before stubbing out his cigarette. "No one taught me how to love. I didn't have a good example in front of me... that's why I became like this. Always on the move, not stopping for any girl, a bit of a womanizer, you name it."

He glanced down at your intertwined fingers, the ashtray now holding the remnants of his momentary escape. "And then you came along and turned my world upside down." JJ attempted a laugh, but his voice caught, and he fell silent, grappling with his emotions.

You sat down beside him, clutching the blue sheet to your chest, studying his profile intently. You observed the subtle movements: the clenching and unclenching of his jaw, the expansion of his nostrils with each deep breath, the tight line of his lips. You understood that words were never easy for him, and a part of you wanted to spare him the discomfort, to halt his struggle. But another part of you yearned to understand what he was trying to express. You needed clarity to calm the fluttering in your chest, to ensure that your hopeful heart wasn't misinterpreting his words. You didn't want to live with false hope.

As you watched him wrestle with his thoughts, your own emotions mirrored his turmoil. The closeness between you felt fragile yet profound, each heartbeat echoing the unspoken desire for honesty and understanding. The silence between you held a weight that words alone could not convey, a tension that bridged the distance between your souls.

“Hate to be lame but...” the world around you froze. Everything stopped. The clock stopped running. You stopped breathing. “But I might love you”

And the world came alive again. The clock continued to run. But you still weren't breathing and you were silent. JJ was looking at you intently, studying your expression, and with every second of your silence, he was ready to bury himself underground and die of shame. JJ Maybank confessed his feelings to a girl for the first time and you just sat and remained silent, looking at him with your big soft eyes, flapping your fluffy eyelashes and it drove him crazy, making him think that he just made up all the feelings on your part. When the silence continued, the guy released your hand and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to somehow remove the tension. 

"Okeeey… Fine… You don't have to answer anything, you don't have to accept my feelings... I understand everything and so I'll just leave and..." JJ's voice trembled nervously, his words rushing out in a jumble. He hastily retrieved his briefs from the floor, turning his back to you as if preparing to depart.

It was in that fleeting moment, just as he was poised to leave, that you seized his wrist and drew him back towards you, your lips meeting in a fervent kiss. Emotions surged through you like fireworks on Independence Day, leaving no room for second thoughts. You needed to affirm to yourself that this was real—that JJ Maybank had indeed confessed his love to you, and that reality surpassed any dream.

As you broke away, breathless and panting, JJ's hands found your waist, his touch gentle against your skin. "Is this a goodbye kiss or...?" he managed between gasps, his eyes searching yours with a mix of uncertainty and longing.

"It's a hate-to-be-lame-but-I-love-you-too kiss," you chuckled softly, leaning your forehead against his, savoring the taste of your slightly swollen lips.

A moment of quiet enveloped you both before laughter bubbled forth, cascading into the air as you collapsed onto the bed. JJ hovered above you, his gaze tender as he watched you unwind, your laughter a melody that soothed his soul and pieced together the fragments of his life into a beautiful mosaic.

He brushed his lips against yours again, a feather-light kiss that spoke volumes of tenderness. "I love you... I love you... I love you," JJ whispered softly before claiming your lips once more.

In that sublime moment, amidst the warmth of JJ's embrace and the echo of his heartfelt words reverberating in your heart, you felt a profound sense of peace settle over you. The doubts and uncertainties that once clouded your mind were swept away by the overwhelming certainty of your love for him. You knew, without a shadow of doubt, that JJ Maybank was not just a passing infatuation or a fleeting romance. He was the anchor that grounded you, the light that guided you through the darkest nights.

And as the night embraced you in its tender hands, you surrendered to the beauty of your love story, knowing that with JJ Maybank by your side, you had found your home.

thankx for reading <3

okay, i have to say it right now, bc i think this is my fav jj work so far! and i hope you liked it too and you can always share your opinion in comments or my inbox :3

- your santi 🪐

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[featherandferns]

underneath the gloves (fic) teaser

a teaser for the upcoming & final F.W.B spin-off 'underneath the gloves' fic next thursday | content warning: mentions of physical fighting and drinking

“JJ!”

It’s Sarah screaming. Calling for help.

“Stop it!”

Kiara’s the one that’s been clawing at you. Trying to pull you off.

“JJ!”

When two arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you away from Kelce, you know it’s JJ before you hear his voice, angry and loud in your ear. “What the hell are you doing? Stop it!”

You’re still throwing punches, even though there’s no way they’d land on Kelce. Through the blur of it all – of your anger and the alcohol – you can make out Kelce’s face. It’s bloody and banged up, nearly bruising already, but it does nothing to appease you. It’s not enough. He needs to hurt like you hurt. You’re seething. Panting through your teeth that are barred like a lioness about to strike. Jaw tense and fists still clenched. Eventually, you register that you’re being half-carried-half-dragged outside. You violently shrug out of JJ’s hold and the move of it all makes you stumble forward. The dizziness hits in full force. A hand comes to your arm as you lurch forward in an attempt to catch your balance, but you shake it off.

“Would you stop it?” JJ snaps, trying to grab you again. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Get off of me!” you shout. It makes the dizziness worse and you close your eyes.

JJ’s saying your name, trying to calm you down, trying to grab at you over and over. He’s angry, voice loud. You keep fighting out of his hold and usher him away. Stumbling further down the front garden, you can barely make out where you’re going. Someone’s looking at you, whispering to their friend, and you start shouting at them too. Cussing them out. JJ tries to barter with you once more when you do, this time coming to stand in front of you. You push him away, feet scrambling backwards in the process. It takes a while for you to get your balance.

Everything’s a mess.

You bring a hand up to rub at your forehead as if trying to erase the fog. The world won’t stay still and your vision won’t level out and now that the adrenaline is wearing off, everything hurts more. The pain in your knuckles and the ache in your muscles and the sting of the slap to your cheek. When you lick at your lip, you realise the force from it had opened the cut again, tasting the copper of blood on your tongue. But all of it is so minute, so insignificant, to the clenching in your chest. You can’t breathe.

“Baby, just stop,” JJ’s saying. He’s not angry anymore – at least, he doesn’t sound it. He’s almost pleading, desperate to have you listen, his touch more tender as he grabs at your biceps. “Stop walking, okay? You need to focus on getting your breathing right.”

You shake your head and try and pull away again. But there’s nothing left in the tank. Everything hurts. Why does it all hurt?

The tears start to come. No. No.

You shake your head again, uselessly willing them away. JJ doesn’t seem to understand though; thinks you’re shaking your head at him. There’re murmurs from other people and the music is still loud and your ears are still ringing and all of it hurts. It just hurts.

The ground meets you quickly.

[baurbiediv]

just friends, right ..?

jj maybank x fwb!black!reader

content warnings: possessive jj (he’s deadass so mean in this), smutttttttt, unprotected sex, i mean this shit is just a lil nasty 😩

“m’so sorrryy jj!” you cried.

“mm .. it’s too bad, i don’t care.” jj said lowly, focused on pressing you further into the mattress with one hand as his other hand applied more pressure to your clit. your head felt so incredibly heavy, the air inside of his room was thick and sweaty. the only sound rendering was the sound of jj’s grunting and his hips hitting into your ass.

the force of his thrusts threatening to damn near knock the wind out of you, “i don’t understand why you’re closing your eyes when i’m fucking you this good, open your eyes.” jj grumbled, this man was actually insane.

you kept your eyes open as best as you could, you wanted to reach out to him, grab him by his necklace and give him the sloppiest kiss you’d ever experienced.

this wasn’t even your fault, actually. this started all because of a party, you were talking to some guy and you’d guessed that jj was really to fond of the guy (he didn’t know him at all.) jj had been watching the two of you from a distance, waiting to make his entrance when he felt like it.

jj wasn’t your boyfriend, you two weren’t dating, so what the hell was the problem? you were friends with benefits. you wouldn’t lie to yourself, jj was a pretty boy, and he knew that.

and that’s how you ended up under jj, all because someone got possessive over something that really wasn’t his.

jj watched as you held your own legs in the air and he watched ahe thought you looked so pretty like this, goddess braids sprawled out almost perfectly on his pillows. his eyes stuck on where you two connected, the whimpers escaping from your lips being the only sound that he wanted to hear. the blond boy grabbed your jaw, the pace of his hips unrelenting.

“why do you have to entertain other guys when you have me?” jj said, a fake pout adorning his face. if he wasn’t so deep in your guts right now, you would’ve slapped the pout on his face. you watched his hand inch it’s way to your already sensitive clit, his thumb began to rub

“i s-said i was sor-ry!” you gasped when the tip of his dick kissed your cervix. a smirk appearing his face, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. jj tapped your cheek twice, bringing you back to reality. “come on back to reality y/n..” he cooed, grabbing your face as he pressed his lips against yours. “jj..” you breathed out, your fingers tapping faintly on his lower abdomen, signaling your orgasm as close.

jj shook his head, grabbing a handful of your braids and yanking them to the side allowing his better access to your neck. he lowered his body, his lips just barely ghosting the shell of your ear. “now i want you to tell me, who fucks you better than i do?” jj grumbled, his lips leaving kisses just below your ear, you could feel his lips and teeth nipping and biting at the skin on your neck, leaving a few distinct deep purple marks.

“y-you .. ohhhhmygoddd.” before you knew it, your sensitive walls began squeezing around jj, your legs shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm came washing over you. jj moved his head from your neck, his thumb still rubbing at your clit, his other hand up to your mouth while he proceeded to chase his own orgasm, his hips pounding into you, over and over again.

the blond boy above you couldn’t count how many times he’d seen your eyes roll into the back of your head in one night, but it sure was a lot. jj tapped your cheek once more, forcing you to come back to your senses once again, “you must want me to repeat myself.” a couple more harsh thrusts later, jj was emptying himself inside of you, pressing your lips to yours to silence you. your hand subconsciously holding his.

the two of you stayed like that for a moment before he pulls out of you. your legs finally falling back against the bed, your eyes feeling heavy. your cropped tank top disheveled, your shorts and underwear long forgotten about. jj was sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning his shorts back up, he got up disappearing into the bathroom momentarily, coming back with a rag. he sits next to you, lifting your leg open.

“did you purposely piss me off so i could fuck you like that?” jj questioned.

you rolled your eyes, “jj get over yourself. you know why you did this, you got jealous cause i was talking to some guy.” you huffed before feeling him wipe your inner thighs and your sensitive pussy, which had you whine out loud.

“thought so.”

[countryclubkook]

This Isn’t Over

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader, former Rafe Cameron x reader (fwb)

Warnings: language, mentions of sending nudes and hook ups, slight angst, readers nudes are leaked, rafe being an ass

Summary: Getting with Rafe was a bad idea to start with. But when school starts and you being to grow closer with JJ, Rafe does something drastic to get back at you.

A/N: everyone in this is 18/19 years old. JJ and the reader are seniors, hence why they meet at school. banner by @cafekitsune

Getting involved with kook king Rafe Cameron was a terrible idea from the start, it was bound to end badly for you. What started as innocent flirtatious gazes and touches had led to hookups and a secret exchange of nudes and videos back and forth that friends don't send to each other. It was supposed to just be a summer thing, no strings attached, but you caught feelings for the boy and didn't want it to end. Unfortunately for you, summer had come to an end and it was time to go back to your normal life.

You went back to school trying to forget Rafes last words to you and how cruel he was, “I was using you, I never cared about anything other than getting off and you were easy but it's over now”, it hurt but you had heard how he treated girls and still got involved so really, you feel like you did it to yourself. As you were lost in your thoughts, you bump into someone sending them into the floor. “Oh I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention” you tell the boy as you take his hand and help him up.

“It’s all good princess, you're friends with Kie right?” and you recognize him as JJ Maybank, he was a friend of Kies who happened to be your best friend.

“Yeah, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, you're JJ right?” and with his signature smirk he replies “so Kie does talk about me to her friends, I knew that girl was obsessed with me” and you laugh at him while telling him goodbye.

“Well JJ, I would love to stay and chat but I have to get to class” you head to your classroom and low and behold, in walks JJ. He immediately notices you and takes a seat in the empty spot next to you.

“Looks like we're going to be partners this year Y/L/N” and you smile knowing this was going to be a good year despite everything that happened with Rafe.

You and JJ got along very well and quickly formed an inseparable bond as the school year progressed, the two of you went everywhere together. Where one was, the other was right there with them. You had met the other pogues and got along well with them and so the chateau quickly became a frequent hang out spot for all of you.

Unfortunately for you, living in obx meant word spread fast which meant that your friendship with JJ quickly became the talk of the town and Rafe wasn't happy to hear his ex-fling had seemingly moved on with pogue scum like JJ Maybank. He decided to take matters into his own hands and found all the pictures and videos you sent to him, trusting him enough to share such an intimate thing with him, and posted them online with the caption ‘OBX SLUT GONE WILD’ before going to sleep.

You woke up the next day with your phone blowing up with texts and missed calls from your friends asking if it was true and why you would do that to JJ knowing how much he liked you. You didn't have time to respond before you heard frantic banging on your door. As soon as you opened it, JJ stormed inside and began pacing around your living room trying to figure out what to say to you. You knew he was angry by the way the vein on his neck looked like it was about to pop and his jaw continuously clenched before speaking.

“How could you do that to me Y/N!? To us? You know all the shit he’s done ”

You try to explain that it was just a summer fling, that you haven't spoken to Rafe since that night, but he was too busy accusing you of stabbing them in the back to listen. You finally got tired of his accusations and shouted at him.

“JJ!” you grab hold of his shoulders and keep him in place so he is finally facing you “Will you please let me explain and stop accusing me?” and so he does, waving his hands to urge you to continue.

“Go on then. Explain how you could do that. I thought we had something special Y/N”.

“We do JJ. I did send that stuff to Rafe, but it was months ago. Rafe and I had a Summer fling and it ended badly. I haven't talked to or seen him since he broke it off at the end of summer. It was messy, he hurt me a lot, told me he was just using me for sex and that I was easy to get. But that was before I met you,” you paused to take a deep breath and try to calm down and also gain the courage to finally tell JJ how you feel “You make me feel special and you healed the wound that Rafe left.I really do like you JJ, a lot. I didn’t know he kept those pictures and videos but I guess after he found out about us, he wanted to hurt me and try to hurt you as revenge for not going back to him or for not being the sad person he hoped I'd be.” you feel yourself start to cry as you relived all of Rafes cruel words from when he ended things.

“Fuck, i’m so sorry Y/N, why didn't you tell us what happened?” he spoke gently as he rubbed your back trying to comfort you, feeling like a huge asshole for jumping to the conclusion that you were just messing around behind his back.

“I didn't think it was important J, there was never any reason to bring it up, plus I didn’t really want to think about it anymore. I just didn't know he would stoop this low” you tell him sadly.

He pulls you into his lap, holding your face in his hands, “He’s not going to hurt you again baby, you have me now. I'm not going anywhere” you can’t help but believe him as you lean in to give him a kiss.

Things seemed to be going well over the next few days, everything had finally settled down and you weren't being whispered about everywhere you went anymore thanks to some new scandal that went down at a party that weekend. That was until Rafe Cameron had shown up at the wreck while you were working.

“Well, well, well, how's it going Princess?” he asks you, smirking at the way you flinch hearing the pet name fall from his lips in such a casual yet cruel way. The same one he’d repeated over and over again like a prayer that summer when you were on your knees.

“It was going great till you showed up Rafe” your voice was laced with sarcasm and annoyance as you tried walking away from him.

“Hey now, that's no way to speak to a paying customer now is it? I mean, at least a paying customer for the food since you give yourself out for free right?” he chuckles darkly, watching as tears swell up in your eyes and you try walking away, only for him to block your path.

“Leave her alone Cameron” and you sigh in relief as JJ shows up and catches Rafes attention just long enough for you to run to him.

“Oh look what we have here, the sluts little pogue boyfriend.” he says in disgust as you hide behind JJ.

“I think it's time for you to leave Rafe, wouldn't wanna damage your face again would I? Daddy might kick you out a second time for getting in another fight” JJ smirks knowing it would set Rafe off.

Luckily, Kies father heard the commotion and noticed your body hiding behind J with a fearful look on your face and Rafe stalking towards JJ before he steps in, telling Rafe he needed to leave the restaurant. Knowing staying would only create more issues that would for sure get him in trouble at home, he starts to leave, but not before warning you first.

“This isn't over princess. I’m just getting started” a dark smile on his face as he walks out the door, a sinister chuckle being the last thing you hear before the doors closed.

[pappydaddy]

style (j.m.)

a/n: this is a test to see if i really am shadowbanned. i have excluded any links and tags.

show/movie: outer banks

pairing: jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

not requested

synopsis: good-girl kook y/n and bad boy pogue jj, something that y/n doesn’t want to go out of style. no matter what brought them together.

warnings: fwb kinda gig, secret relationship (a little), infidelity (kinda), steamy make-out

masterlist found under navigation in bio

next part: i wish you would, found on my obx masterlist under jj and series | how you get the girl posted!

note: i usually link and tag people, but in an effort to see if i am shadowbanned or i need to redo all my links, i decided to use this to test.

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Eleven o’clock at night, Y/N sat there, eyes trained on the window waiting for the text to pop up onto her phone. Dressed in her best dress with the shortest skirt that she knew he loved, she waited for JJ - the Pogue bad boy her parents hated. She wasn’t sure what it was about JJ that made her lose all control. Made her lose her good-girl facade, but she knew for sure it wasn’t to piss off her parents since they didn’t even know about her hanging around JJ, she made sure of that in fear that they would ruin it. 

  “jj and sandra are leaving the wreck in two dif cars” Kie texted the group chat between her, Y/N and Sarah, before adding three side-eye emojis. Y/N glanced at it, eyes narrowing. When Kie texted telling them that he was hanging out with her, anger and jealousy filled Y/N even though she knew she had no place. They weren’t actually dating. They are just slightly more than hooking up. JJ took her to their secret hangout spot for romantic picnics and she was content knowing that she was the only one he did that for. Their hookups were more like sleepovers with sex, he would spend weeks holed up in her room when John B just assumed he was hooking up with random people. 

  “kick a soccer ball at her new nose on the first day of school, y/n.” Sarah urged. Sandra Hanson was the only other kook other than Kie and Y/N who went to the public school. Sarah is planning to transfer, but she cannot make any promises as of yet. Sitting comfortably in slightly higher than middle class, Y/N’s parents were not too happy about their daughter wanting to go to public school, but they surrendered to her begging. They didn’t know it was a ploy to get closer to her crush, JJ. Sandra had been expelled from the Kook Academy for disorderly conduct. 

  “they appeared to be doing homework but idk, seems sus.” Kie texted back an update. Y/N stood from the foot of her bed, pacing around. She hasn’t heard from JJ for weeks. She hadn’t even really heard from him, only getting a ‘be ready by midnight’ text from him after radio silence. This wasn’t uncommon for them. Y/N had hinted about wanting more for their relationship and JJ had seemed to disappear for a little bit besides them hanging out within their friend group. 

 ‘jj doing homework? Yeah right” Sarah sent with an eye-roll emoji. “ idk tho why would jj suddenly take interest in sandra when hes obvi obsessed with y/n, something is up…” She added quickly, a second grey bubble popping up under the other. 

  Y/N ignored this as the clock changed to eleven fifty-nine, igniting a swirl of butterflies within her stomach. Nobody knew about them. Well, what there was to know about them. They didn’t know about the late nights spent tangled together, stripped of clothes and defences - naked in front of each other. They didn’t know that Y/N’s classic, signature red lipstick stained JJ’s neck and other bits of skin regularly. They didn’t know anything. 

  The distant and familiar rattle of John B’s van excited her. Looking out her window, she could see the dark silhouette of the van turning into her driveway, pausing for a moment. Even with the headlights off, she could see, in the glow of the moon, JJ’s arm reaching out and punching in the code for the gate in her driveway. A burst of warmth filled her heart at the thought of JJ knowing the code to her gate off by heart. 

  Rushing out of her room and down the stairs, she was too eager to wait for him to even get out of the van and meet her at the door. By the time he was pulling up, she was already out the door and locking it. “Wow, someone’s eager.” JJ whistled, eyes shamelessly raking her up and down, checking her out. 

  “Oh, shut up.” She teased, rolling her eyes in fake annoyance. The smile stretching across her red painted lips gave her away. JJ, despite her already heading for the van, got out. She paused for a second, breath-taken away by the sight. She swears he moves in slow-motion half the time. Like a cheesy slow-motion clip of a really hot character in a show.

  JJ was the type of guy that made even the simplest outfit look hot. Blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket (definitely not the outfit worn in the picture Kie sent the group chat earlier). Just three simple pieces of clothing and he looks like sex on a stick. She watched him, slightly slack jawed, as he stretched, his muscles flexing. The white shirt did little to hide his defined abdomen as the moonlight rained down upon him like a spot light. His hands reached into his blonde locks, tossing the perfectly styled hair just the right way (again, much different than the messy hair hidden beneath the backwards baseball cap in the picture Kie sent). 

  The one piece of solstice she had within her relationship was that JJ tried with her. The other girls he’s seen with, he puts in the minimum amount of effort with them. But with her, he tried. Tried with his physical appearance, his emotions, and his intellect. The sentiment warmed her heart, her vital organ glowing like a star (something only JJ could make it do). 

  “Alright, let’s get going,” JJ groaned as he stretched more, his white shirt rising up just enough to allow his lower stomach to peek through. She nodded, following him as he led her towards the passenger side of the van. Opening the door for her, he gave her his hand to help her up. The contact of their skin was like an electric stock to her, making her flex her hand once he let go of it, closing the door. Her keen eyes didn’t fail to pick up the same movement from JJ’s hand as he jogged around the van. “I thought we would just drive around, there is some really rich Kook thing happening on the beach right by our spot.” 

  “Sounds good to me.” She sighed, wiggling in the seat to get comfortable. As much as they both tried within their thing, they both found themselves one-hundred percent comfortable with each other. She knew them too well. This long drive could end in burning flames or paradise. Either sending them into another flurry of sex, heat, and passion or into another pit of minimum contact. 

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  Two AM. JJ drives them back to her house, his wild eyes seeming to have a hard time staying off her as she lounges back in her seat. His hand, clamped on her bare thigh, squeezed gently, making her look over at him. Her eyes twinkled in the moonlight, her hair flowing around them as he sped down the street. The corner of her lips turned up into a sweet smile, making his knees weak. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, the goodest Kook of them all, that drove him wild in such a tame and domesticated way, but it scared him. It scared him that he loved that red lip, classic look so much. It scared him that he loved her. 

  Pulling up to her gate once again, this time the yellow-tinted headlights of the van reflected back of the steel gate, hitting them. Easily, he punched in the code, slowly driving forward as the gate squeaked open. The van was bathed in a comfortable silence, as if they had been married for five years already. Just enjoying each other’s presence. 

  Wordlessly, they both got out, JJ’s hand finding the small of her back as they walked to her front door together. Nobody needed to say anything. They had an unspoken communication that JJ was coming into her house. 

  Y/N had doubts. She was tired of their circles. She wanted something more, but the last time she brought it up, it sent JJ into hiding for weeks. All the lights were off, just as she suspected as her parents were on a business trip, as she opened the door, letting them both in. Without hesitation, he walks past her as she turns around to shut and lock the door. 

  She could hear the rustling of him shrugging out of his leather jacket, discarding it onto the coat rack he knew they used religiously. In the back of her mind, she considers telling him to leave because she knows this will never change, this will lead to the exact same thing, but as she turns around to see him standing there, she decides going in the circle of crashing down and coming back every time was a much better option. 

  “I heard you were out and about with some other girls. Audrey Glassman last night at a Pogue party and Sandra Hanson tonight at the Wreck.” She brought up, eyebrows raised as she tried to play her jealousy off as intrigue and curiosity. JJ could see right through her, he always could. 

  Bowing his head, he slowly walked to her, closing the distance between them and she let him, standing there unmoving as she watched him get closer. “Look, yes, I hung out with them, but Y/N, I couldn’t get you off my mind for the past few weeks. It’s been driving me mad. I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was with them.” He told her earnestly, hands falling on her hips as he stepped toe-to-toe to her, his breath fanning her face as they stared into each other’s eyes. 

  She hummed, head bowing for a second as she nodded. She knew what he was saying. She found her eyes flicking up to meet his. She swore that for a second, she was feeling what her grandmother felt whenever she gushed about the time she met James Dean. The same handsome sparkle she sees in the old picture of the two (she was pretty sure they dated but, her grandmother won’t confess). “Yeah, I’ve been there too a few times.” She admitted. 

  It was true. JJ always seemed to occupy her mind. Even when she was with other guys. The way he cannot seem to keep his wild eyes on the road when they’re driving somewhere. The way he fits right into her house as if he lives there too. The way his eyes sparkle when he looks at her. It was never sexual (well, rarely sexual) whenever she thought of him. Sure, she thought of his touch, but it was the comforting feel of his hand on her lower back as he’s guiding her to their private date spot in the dark or the light feeling of his fingertips pressing into her upper back whenever he feels protective over her (usually whenever Rafe is nearby). 

  “What do you say, Baby,” JJ asked, using his hands planted on her hips to pull her flush to him. She gasped, looking down at their bodies pressed against each other. She could feel every bump and dip of his body. She could feel his defined muscles, she could feel the heat radiating off him. She could feel another bump. Gingerly, her fingers found themselves dancing along his back, feeling the way his muscles rippled when he moved ever so slightly. “You forgive me? Nothing happened with either of them, you have my word and I might not have much, but I do have that.” 

  He leaned his head down, their foreheads touching in such a sweet and innocent way, a stark contrast to the way their bodies felt flush against each other, his nose brushing against hers. Her eyes fluttered closed, but she could feel his staring at her intently. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relished in the feeling. His breath fanned over her lips as he watched her intently, not doing anything until he knew for sure she was okay. Slowly, almost non-existent, there was a nod. “Yeah.” She breathed out. 

  “Good,” He breathed out in the same way. “Now, let me show you exactly why you were on my mind when I was with them.” He whispered seconds before their lips crashed together in a feverish kiss. It was messy, hands roaming everywhere, lips mushed together so hard it almost hurt. Tongues and a little bit of spit moving from mouth to mouth, but they didn’t care if drool was rolling down either of their faces. They were too absorbed in the feeling of each other. 

  Chests rose and fell rapidly and it was only a few seconds in, but that’s how passionate they are. Hums, moans, and panting were the only sounds in the quiet house as her Hands gripped the bottom of JJ’s t-shirt, pulling it up. Her knuckles dragged along his abs (both for her pleasure and his) making his muscles ripple and his back hunch slightly. Humming into the kiss at the feeling, Y/N nearly ripped the shirt off him, making him pull away to get rid of the barrier before resuming the kiss with more vigour, forcefully lifting her up into the air, her legs wrapping around his waist as some sort of automatic response. His arms tightened around her waist, pushing her against him. Her pelvis rolled against his clothed bulge, making him whine slightly at the feeling. 

  The air in the room was already thick with the smell of arousal and sex. Their skin became sticky as they worked each other up, hands roaming each other’s bodies like someone exploring new land. It was as if they were a force when together, possessing the power to make any room seem like a sex room in under ten seconds. 

  With her back pressed into the wall suddenly, JJ’s weight pressing her flush against it, he rolled his pelvis into hers making her tear her lips away from him, the feeling of his clothed, jean-clad pelvis rolling against hers that was basically only covered by her panties due to her skirt riding up send shock waves through her body. His lips latched onto her throat without a second thought, inciting another gasp from her - a sound that drove him mad. Another quick roll and she cried out, body falling forward onto him. Tears pricked her eyes as her head pulled back, hitting the wall. JJ’s tongue licked the spot he knew made her weak, humming at the sound of her whimper before biting it gently, enticing a gasp from her. Her breasts pressed against him harder, her fingers disappearing into his blonde hair as he continued his attack on her neck. 

  Sure, she should have told him to leave, but that wouldn’t have fixed anything. There is no way to pull them apart. No matter how many times she tells him to leave, they just keep coming back because they will never go out of style. Never. Now, be that the sheer magnitude of their passion and feelings or the pull of the stereotype they so perfectly fit, Y/N had no idea, but she never wanted it to stop.  

[elsaellaelys]

Bewitched - part 2

Bewitched - part 1

100 followers commemoration!

summary: JJ and Y/N have problems with their FwB relationship.

Warnings: mentions of 18+ content

2.193 words

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!reader

a/n: 100 followers!!! Thank you so much for the supporting. I gladly came back with a part 2 of this friends to lovers fic. Hope you enjoy.

Requested by: @maybank-archives @bookishbabyyy @emberlum3

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Y/N was still a little sore that day, even when JJ dropped her at home, - planting a wet kiss on her lips holding her face between his hands, saying she was the prettiest girl on earth - when she avoided her parents cause of her foggy weed hangover, when she stayed under the lukewarm water in the shower, she still felt him inside her, still felt the desire of being under him, around him, even more stronger than she was feeling before, that's what got her working her fingers on her clit.

They were high when it happened and, of course he had said the most sweet things anybody ever told her, but maybe JJ didn't had time to put his brain back in his skull, maybe his heart wasn't fully awake. She promised herself that would never happen again, so she kept herself busy, with her fingers and vibrators, anything that wasn't him, it was better this way, she didn't wanted to lose his friendship.

All times he came to kiss her, she kissed his cheek, when his arms rounded her waist, she petted him on the head, she thought he would be mad, but all he did was laugh and do the same back. So she confirmed in her mind: It's okay, he just felt the same. We are good friends and that's everything we need to be.

Oh how wrong she was.

There she was again, opening the Chateau's door, calling for JJ, hoping John B. wasn't around because she wanted to kiss JJ in every corner of the house. She couldn't find him, though, the reality hitted her hardly, she turned around, ready to go away and pretend, to herself, that it never happened when she bumped into his chest, shirtless and wet chest.

"What's up?" he asked, putting the surfboard apart. Oh God, he had just come back from surfing. How she loved to see him like that, all wet, hair dripping salt water, except that now he was more dried from the walk, and it made she think about what she missed; him, surfing alone, tonned body all on display.

"So...?" he asked again, she forgot she was no able to stop in time to admire him.

"I... I just - wanted to smoke. With you." she said/spilled/confessed hoping he would understand and not understand what she meant. But he did, smirking lightly, not wanting to act haughty and scare her away.

"Okay." he threw a towel over his shoulder looking around for his magic box "Do you wanna go to my room or...?"

She felt a heat in her face, sure she was blushing so she reached for a cup of water, shrugging. "Whatever." And added to sound more natural. "Just had a really tough day so anything would be nice." It was true though, she had a tough day since she woke, had dreamed with the night in his room, woke up late, flustered and wet, and still pretended everything was fine when she just wanted him all the time since that day. He nodded, guiding her to his room with a hand in her lower back, they sat on the bed, front to front, he mindless rubbed the sand off his feet.

"I think Lemon Tree would be good for you, but I have Double Banana Tangie if you rather..."

She just stared at him, in her mind there were only two thoughts: Do it or don't do it.

"Don't make fun, I wanted to try citrus and Banana Tangie is like banana-flavored Laffy Taffy. What do you want?"

Her body moved by its own, hands reaching for his face, mouth reaching for his lips. He corresponded with the same intensity and there they were again, tangled in the bed, clothes threw on the floor, whimpers, moans, groans in the air. That's when she realized they couldn't be just friends if they were so obsessed with each other, so bewitched.

Hookups were frequent from then on, sneaking out from parties together, always taking too much to arrive, finding a way to be touching in any way. JJ was attaining to her, remembering her how pretty she was to him, how she caught him in her love spell and now he didn't wanted to leave.

It was no secret what was going on between them, the pogues knew, the only problem was the how JJ and Y/N deal with it, pretending nothing was happening besides simple hookups between friends and we all know what happens with a friends with benefits relationship.

About a week ago, Y/N was sleeping in JJ's room in the Chateau, the boys bubbling woke her up, looking through the window it was already night and she was so satisfied from the evening with JJ that the irritation of being awake quickly dissipated. She went to bathroom trying to take the sleep off her when the sound of her name being mentioned reached her ears.

Opening the door, the boys conversation getting more clear. "So you're not asking Y/N to be your girlfriend?" Pope asked. "You're together all time, everybody thinks you already dating."

JJ scoffed lightly. "That could never work." he simply spoke.

Y/N boiled up to her head. How could he say that? After all the sweet bullshit he said to her. She banged the bathroom door behind her, entering the room to get everything that belonged to her she could find on the floor, shoving into her bag, rushing out past the door.

"Y/N wait! Where you going?" he confusingly asked.

She turned around, JJ swore he could see steam coming out of her ears. "Fuck you JJ."

Now, shit. She got it wrong. That's why you shouldn't talk about someone when they may hear.

He didn't found the strength to go after her, deep inside he knew he'd fuck it up, but not so early.

Day after day, his calls went to voice mails, her dad was pissed and tired of telling JJ to not knock on the door again, he even climbed to her window, as a ultimate try, but she refused to open, leaving the bedroom the minute she saw him through the glass, looking so regretful she almost gave in, when she came back there was a piece of paper on the windowsill, hold down by a seashell and a rock.

"Talk to me. You cant leave a bewitched man hopeless in love like this."

She almost cried, angry and confused, how could he talk about them like that, saying they would never work, when they were still sleeping together, and then beg for attention like she didn't had a reason to avoid him. There's no way she was facing him this early, so for the rest of week she made sure he would see her, but know she wasn't talking to him, crossing the street to not pass by him, not going to the Chateau, ignoring him in every way possible, she wanted to torture him, to make clear what she felt.

Kiara was the first one to position abou it, she had enough, one of her friends was walking around miserable and the other was no longer to be seen, talking to the rest of the group they created a plan and it was all happening that Saturday. It was their day off so there was no way they could escape, so when the sun rised John B., Pope and Kiara were in the front of the Chateau, John B. made sure all the windows and doors (except the front one) were closed and locked while Kiara typed Y/N's number in the phone. Y/N cover her head with blanked when her phone started ringing, but it made it stop, her hand slipped to the top of the commode, groaning as she picked up. "What?" she grumbled.

"Y/N! You have to come to the Chateau right now! JJ is crazy, he's freaking out, you have to come! He's only asking for you." Kiara said, trying to sound as more apprehensive as possible.

"Okay. I'm going." Y/N softly answered, quickly hanging up, her mind running miles an hour, but the only think she could focus on was being there to JJ. Cause he was her friend after all.

No.

He's was the one she loved. And think that only made she rush.

But she didn't know the same was happening to him, Pope just called JJ, saying the same and he was already getting up, grabing the first - dirty - shirt he found on the floor and his dad passed out on the couch didn't meant a thing as he made his way to his motorcycle. If something happen to her, he would never forgive himself. He didn't even mind to park his bike as he arrived, the house was empty though, there was nobody to see so he thought the worse. Ready to leave straight to her house - or worse, the hospital - he heard her voice.

"JJ?" she yelled, sounding like a beg to her ears, a beg that he was okay, sounding to him as the most melodic sound he heard in the last few days.

She was in the door way, sweatshirt loose covering half of her biker shorts, flipflops on, a bandana holding her hair down. JJ was relieved she was there, and fine, but couldn't help to think he was the most idiot guy in the whole planet for causing the distance between them when he could be holding her tight against him.

He putted his hands on the pockets of his moletom pants, she stare at him, trying to process whatever was wrong. He seemed alright, messy blonde hair, bright blue eyes staring back at her, kinda confused, kinda scared, kinda sad. Y/N felt her heart broke a little for him, cutting the distance between then she reached for his face, looking around for any cuts or bruises.

"Are you okay? You hurt?" she asked.

"Why would I be?" he asked back.

The door behind shutted with a bang, a key sound locking it. Y/N quickly tried opening, miserably.

"What the fuck?" she yelled.

"Make it up to each other." The pogues yelled back.

It was hardly long minutes she spent trying to shake the door open. JJ was trying to find the right thing to say, but his throat felt closed.

Y/N turned around, giving up the door. Seeing each other standing there, like they weren't best friends - crazily in love - made their hearts hurt a little.

"I have anything to apologize for." Y/N started.

"I know."

They sitted on the couch, far away. Y/N was feeling the words piling in her head, stuck in her chest, ready to be spilled.

"How could you say that?" "I'm sorry..." " Shut up! You have being talking way to much. And I don't have a chance to say how I feel?!" She gulped, to see if it could hold the tears back. "You said sweet things to me and you kept sleeping with me, but going around and saying we could never work? So what were you trying to do with me? Keep yourself busy?"

"No! I wasn't." he swore, eyeing the floor instead of her, he could feel she staring at him, and he could feel the pain in her gaze, the one he caused. "I know what I said was fucked up. God! I know I fucked everything and that's such a shit, because it's what I've being afraid of."

The things he practice to say to her when he had a chance disappeared from his mind. But he knew how to confess to her, he couldn't lie to her. So he looked in her eyes. "I thought we could never work out, because I would screw it, because I'd make you feel like this. If we kept just in the friends line maybe we could go back. But I can't. Y/N. I'm SO in love with you. I'm sorry I didn't knew that earlier."

"Do you know it now?"

"Yes, I do." he fastly answered. "Please forgive me, we can go back to being just friends, I don't wanna lose you."

"I don't wanna be your friend, JJ. Because I'm SO in love you." she smiled.

He excitedly got closer, still not touching her, afraid of doing something wrong. "So it's okay?" she nodded, biting her bottom lip lightly. "Good, I'm so in love with you."

"Then shut up and kiss me."

And he did. Passionate and full of certainty, he cared her lips with his own, she putted his hands on her waist, he didn't lost time to bring her closer. "I want to be my girlfriend, I would do anything to not fuck it up. I promise." he whispered between kisses.

"I'll be. You can talk to me, we can work this together."

Her back met the sofa as he leaned over her, starting to kiss not only her mouth, but her neck, and cheeks, forehead, any place he could reach, she was all giggles.

"God! What is this spell?"

[msfeaths]

sweet & wild (fwb)

warnings : mentions of s€x, drugs

pairing : jj maybank x reader

summary : there is so much going on in your mind when you look at this blonde guys with who you share some wild experiences... (friends with benefits story)

inspired by Wildest Dreams from Taylor Swift <3

You turned around to watch him as he shook his head in order to fix his hair - in a way - before lighting the joint he was holding in the corner of his mouth. At this moment, you came to realise what just happened. Could you call it a one-night stand ? After all, you've known JJ and been friends with him for 3 years now. You guys were used to hang out together, with the pogues.

So what on earth was that night ? The outcome of taking too much alcohol at the party, maybe. That's what you told yourself you'd say if he asked you. You didn't regret though. Obviously you knew how much experience JJ had and he nicely took care of you those last few hours. You accepted when he handed out to you the joint, and watched as you took a puff with a smirk.

"I should probably go now..." you said, gathering the rest of your clothes. "Yeah, okay" he answered getting up a little more. "Just text me when you get home, k' ?" you heard his so familiar voice say as you're about to pass the door. You then nodded, and waved him goodbye before walking out and finally be able to breathe a bit more. You needed to think, since he decided to say nothing about the fact you just hooked up.

The way his hands touched your hair when both of your bodies moved perfectly against each other, tangled up all night... That's all you could think about. Every memory you had from that night came back to you any time you blinked. Deep down you hoped and knew it would somehow happen again. And it did.

A few weeks later you invited the pogues to hang at your house, your parents being away for the weekend. The evening was chill and fun, and everything seemed normal between you and JJ. You just pretended that you had no particular memories every time you had eye contacts with him. That was until everyone came back to their own house... Except JJ.

First Pope, then Kiara, and John B and Sarah. Only him stayed a little longer. And without realising it, your breath started to accelerate when he opened his sweet mouth : "I can't stop thinking about how you looked in that dress... Or how I took it off from you." He took a few steps closer. You didn't really dare watch him in the eyes, it would just make everything so much more complicated...

"JJ-" you started, but he lifted up your chin. And he kissed you right there, in the middle of your living room. He's so tall and handsome as hell. You both made your way to your bedroom and it didn't take more to find you both naked and breathless, because God, he does it so well. The wildness of it all made you feel absolutely amazing.

But JJ noticed the look on your face that wasn't sure if it was or wasn't a good thing.

"Hey" he said, making you turn your head towards him. "No one has to know what we do" he continued, as you watch all of his clothes spread out in your room.

But nothing lasts forever, right ?

"Let's just.. drink something. What' you want ?" you told him while putting a large t-shirt. "Beer's fine", "Okay, beer. Cool".

You got up and came back a minute later, beers in hand, JJ not getting his eyes off you. You cheered and both smiled, thinking of how stupid it felt to cheers with beers. "Are you ok ?" JJ asked before taking a sip from his can. "Yeah, why ?" "Just making sure". You nodded and put on some music. You started talking about basically anything and kept on drinking for a while before you both fell asleep.

The slight light that was coming from the rising sun outside filled the room warmly as the trees shadows moved slowly onto your face. You looked so peaceful, eyes closed, slow breath, your natural red lips and your rosy cheeks. JJ wasn't used to waking up by anyone's side. The fact that it was you bothered him and didn't at the same time. Maybe it was the fact that he was used to be your friend. Or maybe it was something else he wasn't ready to find out.

When you woke up, you thought for a moment you were still sleeping when you saw JJ, especially his arm around your waist. His head was turned so you couldn't see if he was awake or not. But this position felt good. So, for a moment, you just wanted to pretend. Pretend it was a usual sweet morning and not just the morning following a wild night...

[enchantedlov3r]

My drabbles/blurbs💓

-OBX💓

-Rafe💓

-sugardaddy!rafe

-John b💓

-pup and john b first meeting/first date

-JJ Maybank💓

-Pope Heyward💓

-john b and jj💓

-TWD💓

-Rick Grimes💓

-Daryl Dixon💓

-Rickly💓 ( rick & daryl )

-ASTV💓

-Miguel O' Hara💓

-PJO💓 (the series)

-Luke Castellan💓

-Percy Jackson💓 (sfw only)

-TSITP💓

-Conrad Fisher💓

-Jeremiah Fisher💓

-Steven Conklin💓

-TLOU2💓

-Joel Miller💓

-Bred and fed (request)

-Tommy Miller💓

-Ellie Williams💓

-more than a fucking friend (request)

-fwb!ellie x bunny!reader

BONUS CHARACTERS:

-Austin Butler💓

-Glen powells characters💓

-Jacearys Velaryon💓

-Callum Turner💓

-Steve Rogers💓

-Bucky Barnes💓

[k-p-v-k]

💫 friends 💫

JJ Maybank x reader

a/n: thank you for all the love on my previous imagines! Ly all

warnings: nothin much honestly

word count: 350-ish

(gif is not mine)

"Hey, y/n." My bestfriend JJ greeted me, his voice sounding cracky.

I hear my phone ring from the other side of my bedroom. I get up from my bed and answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi Maybank, what's up?"

"Nothing much, how about you?"

"Nothing much either. Just watching some tv."

"I mean, if you're just as bored as I am, we could fuck?" Even though we were calling and I couldn't see his face, I knew he was smirking. I could practically feel it.

"JJ!" I tried to sound annoyed.

"What? I know it's what you want too."

It was quiet for a minute, wanting to avoid answering that question. 

"Open your frontdoor." he demanded, kind off sounding like a serial killer.

"Do you turn into a psycho after midnight or something? You wanna kill me now?"

"Just open the damn door."

"Fine."

I walked to the frontdoor and did as he told me. There he was, standing in the cold with only his cut off shirt and shorts on.

"Hey stupid." I greeted him, still talking on the phone even though he was standing right in front of me.

"Hi beautiful." He smirked, hanging up the phone. "Can I come in?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Nope." He said smiling, poping the 'p'.

"Didn't think so." I walked up to my room with JJ right behind me. He instantly threw himself on my bed. I closed the door behind me and when I turned around, I was pulled on the bed. I was laying on top of him but he didn't seem to mind. He just smirked. In a split second, he rolled over, taking me with him, so that he was laying on top. He started kissing my neck, making his way to my lips.

"J..." I giggled, slightly tugging the hair on the back of his neck.

"Uhuh?" He mumbled, not stopping the kisses.

"We can't. We're friends. Best friends."

He looked up and smirked again. "Best friends with benefits, baby." 

Not being able to resist his touch I gave in. "Okay. But no strings attached." He looked up for a second, scanning all my facial features, as if waiting for me to burst out in laughter, letting him know you were joking. But I didn't. He looked surprised.

We looked each other deep in the eyes, almost like we were trying to read each others minds. Even though we stayed like this for no longer than 20 seconds, I could've sworn it felt more like 20 minutes. "Friends with benefits only, no one will ever know. If John B finds out we're dead. Understood?" I spoke, finally breaking the silence.

He nodded quickly. "Yes, ma'am."

~~~

[santaasi]

☾ – smut; ☁︎ - angst; 𖤓 - fluff

JJ MAYBANK

𖤓 top secret (fbi!jj maybank) – 1.3k

summery: you and JJ are the best FBI agents who went undercover at a charity dinner to catch a dangerous criminal. but JJ can't concentrate on the case at all, because all he can see is your smile

☁︎ shadows (x routledge!fem!reader) – 2.3k

summary: when emotions take over and shadows are swallowed up, all you need is to find a person who will become your light (based on shadows by sabrina carpenter)

☁︎ 𖤓 dance with me (x dancer!fem!reader) – 5.9k

summary: jj maybank loves the sea, the sandy beach of north carolina and the warm sun. new york is the exact opposite of all this. and he hates it. but she... she changes everything.

☁︎ 𖤓 violence (boxer!jj maybank) – 4.7k

summary: jj maybank wants to put the whole world at her feet, but the only way he knows in this life is violence

☁︎ 𖤓 hate to be lame (fwb!jj maybank) – 4.3k

summary: you hate to admit it but you might love jj maybank (inspired by hate to be lame - lizzy mcalpine, finneas)

ᯓ★ nothing yet

JAMES POTTER

𖤓 raison d'être (x shy!reader; muggle au) – 2.3k

summary: james potter never thought that the most terrible day of his life could give him a new reason for existing

☾𖤓 moth to a flame (x black!reader) – 3.7k

summary: what could be more forbidden than loving your brother's best friend?

☁︎ yours: forever and always (ex!james potter) – 1.6k

summary: even after betrayal you're still ready to accept James in your heart.

☁︎ waiting for you (x bsf!fem!reader) – 1.4k

summary: loving James Potter has become the biggest mistake of your life

↳ stay (part 2) – 1.7k

summary: james potter’s life doesn’t make sense without you.

✧ latest update: 17.08.24 ✧

[anonymous0writer]

outer banks masterlist | anonymouswriter

you will find all my writings for obx characters under the cut!

jj maybank x reader

lovesick | 1.1k | fluff

cheater | 1.2k | angst

i love him | 1.7k | angst

i wanna be yours | 1.6k | angst

you're alright | 1.4k | fluff

dial tones | 2.1k | angst

crush | 1.5k | fluff

high | 1k | smut, fwb

cards | 2.7k | smut, angst

quiet loving | 1k | smut

truth or dare | 2.2k | fluff

jail bird | 3.5k | fluff, meeting in a jail cell au

2am love | 2.2k | smut, angst

daddy issues | 1.7k | angst

friends | 1.1k | angst, fwb

hurt | 1.1k | fluff

make me | 1.5k | smut

corruption | 1.5k | angst, smut

not together anymore | completed | angst, smut | 1, 2, 3

saving you | discontinued | angst, friends to lovers | 1, 2

glorious crimes | ongoing | series

john b routledge x reader

can we stay like this | 1k | fluff

you and i | 1.1k | fluff

morning | 1k | smut

birthday boy | 1.8k | smut

pretending | completed | smut, friends to lovers | 1, 2, 3

rafe cameron x reader

the other girl | 1.1k | angst

brat | 1.1k | smut

innocent | 2.6k | angst

partner in crime | 1.3k | angst

topper thornton x reader

prince and princess | 2.6k | smut

date night | 1k | fluff

golf | 1.1k | fluff

pope heyward x reader

words | 1.2k | angst

i still want you | 1.9k | angst

sarah cameron x reader

the words we never said | 1.9k | angst

not so sneaky | 1.7k | fluff

cruel delights | 1.1k | angst, oc

kiara carrera x reader

your girl | 1k | nswf, fluff

fighting | 1k | fluff

kiara carrera x pogues

the third rule | 4.6k | angst, platonic fluff

drew starkey x reader

take two | 1k | smut

BLURBS:

jj maybank x reader

im here | fluff

sick | fluff

stood up | fluff

a catch | fluff

tiktok | fluff, nswf

teasing | nswf

jealous | fluff

teasing | nsfw

shower | nsfw

alone | nsfw

eventually | fluff

doggo | fluff, platonic

dating jj | fluff, nsfw

jj maybank x kiara carrera

protective | fluff

john b routledge x reader

breakfast | fluff

sick day | fluff

dating john b | fluff, nsfw

pope heyward x reader

worried | fluff

confessions | fluff

goodbyes | angst

studying | fluff

dating pope | fluff, nsfw

rafe cameron x reader

vocal | nsfw

dating rafe | nsfw, fluff

i love you | fluff

overstimulation | nsfw

kiara carrera x reader

bad day | fluff

surprises | fluff

sarah cameron x reader

warned | angst

topper thornton x reader

on top | fluff, nsfw

drew starkey x reader

photography | fluff

sleepy | fluff

[auroragreenvale]

Cruel Summer: a JJ Maybank Series

Cruel Summer (Preview)

*JJ Maybank x Kook! Reader (432 words)

*Enemies/FWB to Lovers

A/N: Hi yall! I started this blog because I had some ideas for writing that I was really excited about and wanted to share. I have tried a few times before to post my writing (and always write for myself) but I haven't stuck with it. Giving myself a fresh start here and just seeing where it takes me! :) I was inspired to write this over the summer because I watched OBX season 2 and listened to Taylor Swift's album Lover a lot. This will be a multi-part series based on a few of the songs from the album but I wanted to go ahead and share a lil preview. Please let me know what you think! :) I hope to get some chapters out soon. (and possibly some other works too!)

He was grinning. He started walking slowly toward you, eyes burning into yours and you couldn't move. He stopped directly in front of you. Leaning down slightly, he brushed against your ear again and whispered, “Is that all you came out here for?” He pulled away quickly, so that he could look at you. Not only did he just like studying your features, but he liked seeing the effect he had on you. He was in awe at the thought of you melting under his touch, your heart speeding up around him like his did when he was anywhere near you. He didn’t know what any of this meant, just that it was exciting and that you were beautiful. He savored the brief moment after he pulled away that you held your eyes closed for a second longer, not realizing that his eyes were on you again. When your eyes fluttered open, you were surprised to see him staring at you and unable to understand the look on his face. You thought you hated the way JJ made you feel, but really you hated how foreign this vulnerability felt. JJ felt so openly and freely and when he looked at you, you were certain he could see everything inside you. It was terrifying and you would swear you had stopped breathing if not for the quick beat of your heart telling you that you were very much alive. In fact, you had never felt more alive as when JJ looked at you. But in this moment you just wished to be somewhere you felt a familiar sense of comfort. A yoga class at the Beach Club. Sunbathing on your balcony. Anywhere but on your dock with JJ Maybank. Suddenly, you felt his hand press against your hip, and you were there: yoga, sunbathing, anywhere. Calm. But this calm was different. You still felt a lightning storm coursing through your body but breathing became easier. You felt exposed to JJ, but still closed off to the world, safe here in your backyard. He leaned into you, wanting to eliminate the air between you. For a moment, your faces were impossibly close and your lips could almost feel his. You burned to feel his lips on your own, hoping it might be the key to understanding these new feelings, or maybe putting an end to them. But you stopped yourself, or him, placing a firm hand on his bare chest. Without a word, because you truly didn’t know what you could say, you turned and went back into your house. You couldn’t kiss JJ Maybank.

//

[pappydaddy]

i wish you would (j.m.)

a/n: i wrote another, whoops... this one is pretty short (for me) only about 10 pages, a bit longer than style. anywho, hope you enjoy this one, i think i might actually stop making a/ns on every post, let me know if anyone actually reads these! i will still make them when there is something important to say, but i don't think i need to do them all the time.

anywho (for real this time), enjoy this lovelies! i am really rooting for 1989 rerecoring next!💛

tv show/movie: outer banks

pairing: jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

not requested

style | i wish you would (j.m.) - you're here | how to get the girl (j.m.)

synopsis: y/n finally decides to tell jj that she is tired of not having a label, but the phone call goes south when jj cannot seem to get what she is saying causing y/n to hastily hang up the phone. now they both have to deal with the consequences.

taglist: @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @popeheywardssecretgf | @lexi-2004 | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo | @luvhanns| @thelakespoets | @lonely-simplicityty | @smarie7543*line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!

au where there was no treasure but sarah and kie mended their friendship and brought everyone together

warnings: fwb kinda gig, secret relationship (a little), angst, break-up (kinda), miscommunication, longing, heartbreak, mention of wanting monogamy

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 “Hey, Sweet cheeks,” JJ’s hushed voice answered the phone on the second ring. The sound of a door closing sounded in the background. “To what do I owe this pleasure? A booty call?” His voice went back to normal, JJ must have moved to a more private spot away from the prying ears of their nosey friends. 

  “I actually wanted to talk to you about that, JJ.” She gnawed on her red-painted lower lip as she stood in her room. She sat on the foot of her bed, her feet resting on the edge of her bed frame, her hands running up and down her thighs in nerves. 

  JJ hummed flirtatiously. She could see him now, smirking, that James Dean gleam in his striking blue eyes. That image right there made her second-guess her decision to have this conversation. “Do you really? And by talk, do you mean give me specific dates and times for our escapades?” The use of the word nearly made her bow out. He knew exactly how to push her buttons to make her mad and to make her weak. He only actually used big-ish (or proper) words with her. It started to make him appear more competent, then he realized she liked it in more than one way.

  “No, JJ,” She told him with a sigh. “Like actually talk talk.” She informed him clearly. JJ picked up on the slight hint of nerves in her voice, realizing the severity of the situation.

  “What’s going on, Y/N, is everything okay? What’s wrong,” He asked, suddenly on edge and alert. “Did someone say something to you about us? Did they find out about us?” He rattled off more questions when she didn’t answer in a split second. 

  “No, nothing like that,” She shook her head despite the fact that he couldn’t see her. “But what are we,” She questioned. “Like, What do you mean by us?”

  “You and me, obviously. That is what I mean by us. Our relationship-”

  “That’s what I mean, JJ. Our relationship, what is it? Are we ever going to be more than what we are? Are we ever going to actually have a relationship?” She questioned a mile and minute. She was sure on the other line JJ was blinking slowly, trying to make sense of her lighting round of questions. 

  An unsure hum sounded over the phone. She could hear the wind as she pictured JJ looking around the area. “Y/N, I thought we were cool with what we were? I thought this was working.” He spoke low. 

  A frustrated sigh came out of Y/N. “JJ, we are graduating next year. I am going to go to college. We are going to go to prom, what does all of that mean for us? Do I go to prom with someone else, do you go to prom with someone else? Can we really be okay seeing each other with someone else,” She pointed out. She breathed out for a second, shaking her head slightly. “Because I know I wouldn’t be okay seeing you at prom with someone else. I am not okay not knowing what we are,” She declared. “If you want us to be a secret, that is fine. I can be a secret. But I cannot do this unlabelled thing. I can’t do this not knowing that you are mine and I am yours thing.” 

  “Y/N-” He cut himself off with a breath. “I’m sorry, but you know how I feel about labels-” 

  “You know what JJ, you can do your non-labels with someone else. That’s what it would be like if we were still doing this or not. You would be out with some other girl and I would be forced to sit there watching it no matter how much it made my heart bleed. I don’t want to hurt like that anymore, JJ.” She quipped, pulling her phone away from her ear, not hearing JJ’s desperate attempt to get her to stop, her finger slamming against the screen where the red button was.

  “I wish you my love wouldn’t send you running.” She breathed out, her chest heavy, eyes pooling with unshed tears as she clutched her phone to her chest, a burning searing through her as she nearly hyperventilated.   

____      

  Two AM, the Twinkie drives by her house. JJ, sitting silently, watched the house as he crawled by. The light of her lamp in her room was on, telling him she couldn’t sleep. Memories of her smile lighting up whenever he crawled in her window crept up on him like a grim reminder of what he had lost. Memories of the way their hands found each other under the table when the Pogues were bumming for food from Kie’s father. 

  He thought back to the late night moments. Low voices, tender touches as they were tangled together. The sound of her hoarse but soft voice, strained from the moans and her holding back her screams that JJ wanted so badly to hear. He could almost hear her voice within the darkness of the van. Shaking his head, his foot slammed against the gas pedal - the van rattling loudly and the engine roaring as he tore off down the road, leaving Y/N’s house and the memories in the dust. “It’s all in the past now.” He muttered, his tongue pressing into the skin below his lower lip, pushing it out as he rubbed his chin as he drove straight out of the neighbourhood. 

  Frustration, hurt, sadness, and longing swelled within his heart - making him angry with himself and with Y/N. Angry with himself for ruining one of the best things that happened to him. Mad at Y/N for making him love her. For being so damn loveable that he couldn’t resist her. 

  Two AM, Y/N lays in her bed. Her lamp beside her was bathing half her room in light. Eyes locked on the window, hoping to see JJ’s face appear from the darkness. For a second, she could see his face, see his finger tapping on her window, wanting to be let in. But, alas, it was just a fragment of her imagination. 

  Yellow-tinted headlights passed her window pane. JJ. She had hoped it was JJ coming back to her just like she wished he would. She thought of him, the yellow street lights reflecting off his skin - bathing his skin in a tinge of yellow, popped into her head like a vivid dream. His blonde hair whipped around as he sped down the darkened streets, his hand clasped on her leg, thumb stroking the inner thigh as her skirt rode up. Looking over at him, the red lip prints left by her littering his neck, disappearing below his shirt.

  For a moment, she wished she had never hung up that phone like she had. She wished she could go back in time and talk it out. She wished he would come back, wished they could talk it out now. She wished he knew she didn’t hate him. She wished he knew that she would never forget any touch, any look. She wished he was here, pushing her buttons in the way he only knew how to. She wished he knew that she missed him too much to be mad at him. She just wished this was all just a dream.  

____

  Y/N imagined that she and JJ were it, but the more she thinks back to it, the more she realizes that they were just a crooked love going in a straight line down. But, no matter how doomed they were, she still wanted him sitting across from her and not Topper. Not only was it wrong that she was on a date with one of her best friends' terrible exes, but he also wasn’t JJ.

  She pulled her lips away from her drink, a red ring of lipstick left on the paper straw. They were sitting outside on the patio of The Wreck, enjoying the last bit of summer before fall came. Topper was going on about his plans for the upcoming school year, what classes he’s taking, what sports he might try to get scholarships for, blah, blah blah (that’s what it sounded like to Y/N). 

  Another reason she loved being with JJ (even if it was in secret moments stolen), he never talked to her about school and the future as much as other people do. They look at her, see how hard she works and think that’s what she only wants to talk about. They think that’s the only thing she is interested in. With JJ, they talked about things like that, of course, they are big parts of their lives, but they talked about everything. Their dreams, their hopes, but they also talked about nothing as well. They could talk about the unfairness of the division between Kook and Pogues and the resulting inequality then turn around and talk about the most random thing - Y/N remembers fondly the time that they spent most of the night talking about an oddly shaped branch they saw.

  “A scout last year said that I am a good candidate for a golf scholarship. Full-ride to Harvard baby!” Topper shook his head, chewing on his lobster as he laughed. Y/N hummed, taking another drink, glancing at her untouched plate. She had lost her appetite when she had figured out who her parents arranged the date with. Then, her appetite disappeared altogether when she spotted the blonde boy sitting inside the restaurant with none other than Bethany Stewart - an overzealous and unnecessarily perky cheerleader in their year. 

  Lips loosely around the straw, Y/N found her eyes drifting over to the window, looking at the two. She could have sworn she had seen JJ quickly turn his head from the corner of her eye, but by the way he was looking at Bethany, those wild eyes that could never be pulled away from her were now on Bethany. “Nobody is that happy all the time, life isn’t that good,” Y/N thought bitterly in her head, pessimism taking over as it usually did. “Ugh, it’s not her fault. Stop being so misogynistic and inherently negative, Y/N!” She scolded herself, looking over at Topper who barely noticed her attention veering off. 

  “But, I’ve also been told that my swimming could get me more options for full-ride scholarships-” Topper was still rambling.

  “I’m sorry, but why do you need a full-ride scholarship? You’re filthy rich, Topper! I’m not as rich as you are, I'm barely upper middle class and I’m not trying for scholarships because there are people who need it more.” She cut him off, talking for the first time past the word ‘Hi’. 

  Topper looked at her, shocked by her sudden outburst. “Uh-” He blinked, mouth agape, not used to being called out for his ignorance. “I don’t know what to say here.” He admitted, blonde eyebrows furrowed. 

  “You don’t have to say anything, Topper,” She sighed, forehead falling into her hand as she propped her elbow on the table. Eyes closed, she dragged in a deep breath before letting it out. She could feel eyes on her. Two sets. One from directly across from her and one from inside the restaurant. A swirl of butterflies and conflicted feelings ignited within her stomach at the thought of his concerned eyes on her - but she pushed it down. “I’m sorry, I just have some shit going on in my personal life and a blind date set up by my mother is not helping it at all.” 

  Topper, seeming to come out of his shock, reached his hand across the table, pointer finger lightly touching Y/N’s elbow in a way to pull her attention towards him. Startled, she lifted her head, eyes bugging out slightly. “I get it. No offence, but I didn’t really want to come on this date either. I’m still caught up on Sarah actually,” He admitted rather shamefully. “But you get it, the pressure and persistence of your parents.” 

  “I do get it.” She agreed with a slight nod. Pulling her elbow off the table, she sat up, eyes trained on the table in front of her because she didn’t trust them not to wander over towards JJ and his date. 

  “He’s been watching you, you know,” Topper spoke, making her lift her eyes to him. “JJ, he can’t seem to take his eyes off you. I feel kind of bad for Bethany, but it doesn’t seem like she’s all that upset about it.” 

  “I don’t think Bethany can be upset. She’s so fucking optimistic, I’m a little jealous,” She laughed. Topper chuckled along with her, his head shaking slightly. “I wish my brain would automatically think of the best case scenario. Or even see the best in a situation.” 

  “Look, why don’t you stay here while I go in to pay, then we go back to my place and drink away the shit going on in our personal lives? Sounds good?” Topper pushed his chair back as a smile twitched at the corners of Y/N’s lips. 

  “Sounds good.” She confirmed, watching as he walked inside the restaurant, pulling out his wallet. Her eyes followed him through the window, before continuing to land on the only blonde boy who held her heart. His striking blue eyes were on her, narrowed as he observed her before jumping to Topper - ignoring whatever Bethany was saying to evaluate the situation. 

  Sighing, she shook her head, looking down at her skirt-clad lap. “I wish you would come back to me.” She muttered under her breath, blinking back tears as they welled up. 

[kirascottage]

thank you for taking the time and consideration to read! here i’ve gathered most characters i know how to write for, (mannerisms, personality, dialogue)

i want to say that i will not be writing every single request. all your ideas are probably amazing, but i might not want to write it as it may trigger me, or even just because i’m not really motivated or moved by the request.

please, please, please do not send me the same requests you’ve sent to other writers. i will definitely find out and truth be told it’s rude as fuck. authors work very hard to please as they want it to be as close to perfection as possible and they are not in the mood to be accused of stealing as i am not in the mood either.

please do not rush me and my writing. if you heckle me i will delete your request and write something else. i am a student and i cannot write 24/7. regarding nsfw content anyone is allowed to interact and request as long as i am not sexualized then i am okay with it.

i will most likely be adding more fandoms the more i write (shadow and bone, etc) when i have the time to watch them !

— fandoms i write:

— harry potter franchise

luna lovegood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, regulus black, and marlene mckinnon (more tbd)

— criminal minds

spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, derek morgan, and luke alvez

— outerbanks

jj maybank and pope heyward

— shameless

mandy milkovich, lip gallagher and carl gallagher

— bridgerton

anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton and eloise bridgerton

— sex education

ruby matthews, maeve wiley and jackson marchetti

— euphoria

fezco and maddy perez (anyone else tbd)

— things i will not write:

student/professor romantic relationships, romanticism of cheating, teen pregnancy, nsfw involving children, m x m

no specified reader!!! no certain hair colour, skin, body, etc. i wanna make the reader as neutral as possible that way everyone can enjoy my fics.

i don’t write personal ships or about any of the actors

soulmate au’s

character x character

detailed self harm, eating disorders, detailed abuse, detailed mental disorders, suicide attempts, sexual assault scenes.

x male!reader (i’m not a male so i don’t feel like i could write from this perspective)

incest, rape, bestiality, obscure kinks and fetishes (ex. piss, scat, rape kinks etc), pegging, anal, age regression, non-con, cnc, dub-con, subspace, little space, daddy/mommy kink, fwb, cuckholding, polyamory, and period sex

older!remus or older!sirius in a sexual context.

— things i will write:

angst, fluff and smut

headcanons, blurbs and preferences

x platonic!reader (parental/guardian/sibling relation)

f x f & m x f

[roxa-sos]

out the window, in the door - jj maybank

jj maybank x reader

anon request - jj and pogue!reader have been fwb for a while, and he dreads the moments where they have to leave before anyone catches them.

jj’s soft grunt was what woke you up, as he sat up against the headboard in john b’s spare room. it looked like he was going to get up and take a better look at you, but seeing as your eyes opened before he got there, he just moved his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. 

“what time is it?” you asked, knowing you needed to get out of his room before john b woke up. if he saw anything, you’d both have kie on your asses in an hour talking about how there was no pogue on pogue macking allowed. and you and jj were doing a lot more than macking lately.

you pulled the sheet up over you, feeling around for the shirt you’d worn the night before as jj checked the digital clock thrown on the nightstand. “seven twenty-six. i still have twenty minutes with you.” that was twenty minutes until john b’s alarm went off, and twenty minutes until you needed to be climbing out jj’s window.

as soon as you found that shirt and slipped it on, jj’s hands were on your hips, moving you onto his lap. 

“yeah, that’s twenty minutes if we’re lucky.” you made sure to speak softly as one of jj’s hands ran up your side.

lately it looked like your friends with benefits thing had been turning more into a romantic thing, but you didn’t mind, and it didn’t look like he did either. 

he froze when he heard a thud down the hall, his head snapping over to the door. thuds meant someone was awake - thuds meant that john b routledge was awake, down the hall, getting ready to wake jj up before their friends got there.

“shit, shit, shit-” you both started muttering curses as he got up and you crawled off of his lap, looking for your shorts and shoes, and he grabbed a blanket thrown from the bed to wrap around his waist as he stood next to the door, making sure you’d have a second of warning if john b ended up crashing your little morning-after moment.

after fumbling to get your clothes on, he pointed at the window across from his bed. usually he helped you out with a little kiss, but today you’d be one kiss short.

you climbed up the dresser and opened the window, hearing him mumble something about liking the view. scoffing sarcastically, you turned to face him, hearing steps down the hall as he got back into bed, waiting for you to close the window behind you to keep things from being too suspicious.

“out the window, in the door?” you said with a small laugh, throwing your legs over the window sill and dropping down, your head peeking back through a moment later.

“i’ll see you in five.” he answered, head tilted, a dumb smile on his face as you closed the window and heard his door open, and john b’s voice already ringing through the room. 

once again, out the window, in the door. 

a/n - this was kinda dumb but hey :’) we’re all desperate for a little jj content, right?