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highpope · 2 months ago

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Biker!JJ x Reader

based on this ask, thanks anon!

warnings: swearing, motorbike racing/stunts, scared reader notes: i don't even know what this is, i got carried away. enjoy

“Okay, odds,” your friend Sarah had said when the two of you sat down on the risers. You had both decided to get last minute tickets to the bike show that was touring through town. Neither of you were that interested, but thought it’d be fun to see the race and some stunts.

“Odds what?”

"What are the odds you go into that?” She asked, pointing to an area outside of the track. There was a giant metal sphere that had two bikers riding inside. They moved, calculated and confident in circles, going upside down and crisscrossing.

Your mouth basically fell open, “None. Absolutely not.”

Sarah laughed, “C’mon, humor me. Pick a range.”

You sigh, “one to one-hundred.”

“Really?” She looked at me like I was the one being unreasonable.

I nodded and started counting down from three. 1…2…3… “Sixty-seven.”

“Sixty-seven.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled.

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And that’s how you found yourself standing off to the side of “The Globe of Death,” waiting for the attendant to let you in.

You sighed as you wiped the sweat off your palms on your jeans. The sun had gone down the whole way now, leaving the beach illuminated only by the spotlights set up by the tour around the racing track and the neon lights on the bikes. At least that meant no one could see how scared you looked. You can’t believe this was happening to you. “Alright, sweetheart” the man called out to me, “you done this before?” You shook your head, breathless.

“Just stand right on the X and don’t put your arms out.”

Okay, duh. You just nod, unable to speak without fear you would call the whole thing off. “Alright, Maybank! She’s all yours!” The man yells as the hinge to the dome starts to lift.

You carefully step inside, taking the hand of the rider to help pull yourself up. You mumble a “thanks” that you’re sure no one heard and stand on the green tape in the middle of the dome. It was even bigger on the inside. Incredibly intimidating.

You couldn’t see any of his other features, but his deep blue eyes met yours instantly. He winks and you're not sure how you know, but you can tell he’s smiling under his helmet. Your cheeks blaze red as you divert your eyes.

Maybank revs the engine on his bike and the crowd outside goes crazy. He accelerates, building momentum as he drives around the walls. You jump, caught off guard, the countdown drowned out by the noise. The whirlwind of neon blue lights that outline the bike fly around you in circles. At first the stunts are more careful, staying quite a large distance away from you as he rides up and down the walls of the dome. In an instant he’s closer, almost parallel with you. If he reached out he could grab your arm. The thought alone makes you feel nauseous. Everything starts to blur as you feel yourself panic more and more. You needed to get out of here. The biker gets closer, making the crowd gasp and your hands shoot up to cover your face. No, no, no, no, no. “Hey, hey!” Someone yells. You slowly drop your hands from your face to see that everything has stopped. The music is still playing over the speakers, but the crowd is no longer yelling and the engine of the bike has been turned off. You lift your head to see the rider has removed his helmet and is looking right at you.

“Are you okay?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“We can be done.” He answers flatly and you feel yourself getting a little disappointed. Maybe at yourself for giving up so quickly or maybe something else.

“Uhm. We don’t have to be.”

The blond turns back to look at you, “yeah?”

“Yeah. I just… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

He laughs, “I can tell.” His eyes trail down your body before coming back up to your eyes. He doesn’t seem to care that you’ve noticed. “I’m not going to hurt you, ya know?”

“Promise?” you whisper. It felt like a prayer.

He laughs again, his dimples in his cheeks poking through. “Yeah. Promise, pretty girl.”

You nod, suddenly calm, despite the heart attack you’re feeling at the sudden attention.

He runs a hand through his hair as he moves to stand closer to you, making it stick up in all different directions.

“You can lift your arms,” he says, his hand brushing against my forearm and guiding my arms to extend above my head, “If you want. Or you can keep them straight against your side. I’m just gonna go for a few more minutes.”

“Mhmm” you hum, nodding.

“Yeah? You’re good?”

“I’m good.” you confirm and watch as he smiles back at you. He gently brushes a strand of hair back from your face, tucking it behind your ear before speaking gently, “Okay, princess. Keep your arms up nice and pretty for me, yeah?”

He pulls on his helmet again and climbs back onto his bike. You straighten up, a sudden rush of determination to get through this. Or to at least keep his attention on you. There is a clear countdown this time before he starts off, going in circles around you. He starts to pick up speed, flying around, but his eyes lock on you in the middle. One of his arms stretches out to your waist, his palm gently brushing against you as he drives. You can’t help but smile now, heart all but lurching out of your chest. When he pulls back, you quickly lock your arms back at your side. Just like he promised, you’re only in there for a little bit more as he does his last trick. He moves from being parallel to you, to riding up and around the globe, flipping upside down for a second before repeating it on the other side of you. He does this a few more times as the crowd cheers him on.

When he finishes, he slows to a stop and gestures to you. You awkwardly wave back to the crowd as they cheer even louder.

You can see Sarah waiting at the entrance to the dome, practically jumping up and down as she screams. You laugh fondly and move to exit. A hand hovers on your back as you step out, landing on the mat with a thud. “That was awesome! You’re insane!” Sarah yells. The biker climbs out behind you, pulling his helmet off and handing it to his team. “See, told ‘ya I wouldn’t hurt you.” He winks and you practically melt. He extends his hand for you to shake, “JJ,” he says softly. You smile back and take his hand.

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #outerbanks #obx fic #obx fanfiction #Biker!JJMaybank #jj x reader #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #highpope writes

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highpope · 4 months ago

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home with you Masterlist

Outer Banks!College AU | JJ Maybank x Original Female Character

Multi-part series in which Chandler moves into college with her best friends Sarah & Kiara. Only there's this asshole who lives above them that is out to make her life a living hell.

aka a self indulgent fic where the black cat academic dates the team captain

meet the OC ch. one ch. two

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #outerbanks #obx fic #not canon #university au #college au #fluff #angst #obx series #obx fanfiction #college!JJ #highpope hwy #college!obx #JJ maybank x oc #john b x sarah #jarah #obx fluff

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highpope · 2 months ago

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home with you - ch. one

Outer Banks!College AU | JJ Maybank x Original Female Character

Multi-part series in which Chandler moves into college with her best friends Sarah & Kiara. Only there's this asshole who lives above them that is out to make her life a living hell.

home with you series masterlist author's note: i'm kinda experimenting lmk what you think ⋅౨ৎ‧₊

“I can't believe it,” Chandler mutters into her phone while turning up the volume. Tucking her phone under her chin and grabbing the broom from the corner of the room, she continues, “These assholes who live above us have had music playing all day and it just got even louder,”

Using both hands to lift it above her head, Chandler pounds the stick against the ceiling. Plaster all but rains down from the force of the broom. She was regretting the apartment choice already. She would have sucked it up and lived in the dorm, it wasn’t that bad.

A few more moments pass by without the music getting any softer.

“Sarah, I’m going to have to call you back.”

“No, Chan, please don’t make any enemies before Kie and I even move in. Wait until tomorrow when I’m there to smooth out the blow,” she whines.

“I’m not going to make any enemies, relax.” Chandler answers as she grabs her keys off the counter and slips on her slides.

“I’m just going to remind them that they have neighbors and it’s midnight on a Tuesday.”

“Be nice.” Sarah warns.

“I’m always nice,” she lies as she pulls the heavy oak door closed behind her and starts up toward the staircase. Chandler isn’t the most agreeable person, but she’d like to think she’s reasonable.

Sarah snorts, “I mean it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She starts up the stairs thinking about when her friends are going to get here. Sarah was right, she is the more sensible one out of the three of them. Chandler tended to always take things to the next level.

She follows the music to the second floor and to apartment B24. She couldn’t even hear herself think. There couldn’t be anyone else who moved in early besides you and, of course, whoever else was at this party. It’s impossible for anyone to sleep through this.

Pounding on the door, she feels herself get even more pissed off. There are people singing and laughing inside, oblivious to her presence.

“Uh, can I help you?” a voice says from behind her.

“Do you live here?” Chandler replies loudly, whipping her head around.

The boy clears his throat, “yeah.” He replied sheepishly, smiling slightly, a bronze glow in his warm brown cheeks.

He looked to be about the same age as her, tall and skinny wearing a blue OBX sweatshirt with headphones around his neck. He had a laptop and a book in his arms.

He looked so nice she was almost embarrassed to have yelled at him, “I live downstairs. Uhm, directly downstairs to be exact and-”

“Oh, that’s great.” He exclaims, “You go to Kildare, too?”

She nods, “Yeah, communications major.”

He smiles again, “Cool, I’m studying history to become an Archivist.”

That’s so weird, she thought, not expecting that answer, “That’s awesome.”

Chandler shifts her weight onto her heels, “Anyway, I was just coming up here to see if you guys could turn the music down. I, uh, have practice early…” She felt awkward, the defensive attitude dropping as soon as he seemed excited to talk to her. No way I could yell at someone like this.

His eyes widen slightly, “Oh, yeah.” he says, as if noticing the loud bass for the first time right now.

“No problem,” he moves in front of her to unlock the door, “I usually just leave when they do this, go sit in the library. I’m thinking of adding a double major in forensic anthropology. That’s what I was originally going to study but then my friends and I found this old compass-”

He opens the door to reveal about 40 people all crammed into the small apartment and the rest of his sentence is instantly lost. A group of people are playing beer pong on a fold out card table while another group is playing flip cup on the kitchen island. It reeked of alcohol.

“You can come in,” the boy says, squeezing his way through the crowd and tossing his bag in a large cubby hole like space to the left of the doorway.

Chandler reluctantly follows him inside, trying to touch the least amount of people and surfaces as possible. She feels like she needs a shower after just breathing this air. It’s thick with sweat and smells like liquor.

“We just need to find John B and then it should be quieter."

She smiles at his use of “we” as if the two of them are in this together now. The nameless boy effortlessly makes his way around the crowded kitchen and into a more crowded living area. He scans the area and stalks over to a brunette boy perched on the arm of the couch, a bandana around his neck. It was hard to see him in the lighting, but his eyes were soft, clouded over slightly.

“Hey, man.” The bandana boy greets them, lifting his beer.

“Dude, we gotta turn this music down. It’s keeping people awake.”

His eyebrows crease for a moment as if he has to translate the words his friend is saying first before responding, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

He nods and then walks over to a speaker with an iphone plugged in. He turns the music down pretty significantly before coming back over to them.

“Thank you,” Chandler breathes.

“No problem. I’m John B.” He sticks his hand out for her to shake. She wants to ask if there’s a John A, but refrains. “Chandler, I live downstairs.” She sticks her hand out to return the gesture.

“Oh shit, sorry. We didn’t think anyone else had moved in down there yet.”

“Yeah, well-” She starts, but is cut off by someone in the crowd yelling.

“Yo, who turned down the music?” His voice was low and raw.

Another boy surfaced through the hoards of people, “What the hell, JB?”

He was blond with freckles littering his nose. He had on a red baseball hat flipped backwards on his head and a gray T-shirt. There were a few tattoos scattered on his arms and one poking out of his t-shirt on his neck.

“It’s after midnight, JJ.” The first boy said.

“And?”

Chandler makes a face at the blatant disregard, feeling the anger from earlier returning.

“And,” she cut in, “other people live in this building.”

He rolls his eyes, not even looking in her direction, “And I thought you were the one with a stick up your ass,” he looks pointedly at the boy next to you. He laughs dryly, lightly smacking him on the chest.

“He’s just mad ‘cause that girl stood him up earlier,” John B reassures the two of you. The blond’s eyebrows crease, “Shut up with that shit, man.”

“Dude, I’m sorry I didn’t know she-” the first boy attempts.

His eyes darken, “I don’t care about the date. I’m pissed ‘cause you turned the music down.”

She turns to face him, “some of us have to wake up in the morning and can’t sleep because the paint is practically falling off the ceiling at how loud the music is.”

The two boys wince, but JJ stands strong, finally turning towards her. He’s taller up close, with a slight hardness to him.

“My god, who even are you?” he spits.

She opens her mouth to reply, but someone begins to call for JJ in another room. His eyes move quickly between her and the kitchen before huffing away in that direction.

Chandler closes her eyes for a moment, trying to stay calm before turning back to the people in front of her, “Thank you again. I’m going to head back now.”

“I’ll walk you out.”

“I’m sorry about all that. That’s just JJ.” He stresses once the two of you are back in the hallway.

You shake your head, “No big deal. Goodnight,” she hesitates.

“Pope,” he fills in for her.

“Pope,” she finishes.

The next morning Chandler is out the door by 6:00 am, feeling particularly grumpy from her lack of sleep. After she went back downstairs last night, she attempted to set up what would be her bedroom. Her friends had most of her furniture in the U Haul they were driving from the outer banks. For now, she had half a deflated air mattress, kitchen appliances and her side table for her bedroom. The music upstairs completely stopped somewhere around 2:00 am. Around noon, their coach finally lets them go. Chandler’s already sore before she walks off the field. Her legs, tired of walking.

“Thank the lord,” her teammate, Cleo, groans as she finishes off one of her water bottles.

Chandler pulls her bag on, “I know, I’m about to sleep until next week.”

“You and me both, girl.”

They wave to some of the other girls and start heading out. Campus is already super busy as they walk off the practice football field where the cheer team had been meeting for their pre-season practices. They had been doing 2-a-days for a week, but that finally ended today. It was move-in day officially for all students living on campus,families and kids pushing around their luggage and boxes in and out of the dorm buildings. Balloons and signs were posted on every building, “Group 1 Meet Here”, “Welcome to Kildare Kountry”. It was frankly overwhelming.

“God, this is…a lot.” Chandler says, looking around.

Cleo laughs, “This was you last year, freshie. Don’t forget you’re still an underclassman around here.”

“Don’t remind me.”

They turn to cut through the parking lot, “Coming through!” a voice yells.

Cleo pulls Chandler’s arm, yanking her out of the way of a boy on a skateboard. He flies by, weaving between people before Chandler has the time to yell something. “Rude boy,” Cleo mutters under her breath, watching the boy disappear. “Wait. I think that was the guy at the party yesterday.”

“The one who freaked on you?”

“Yeah” Chandler agrees. “JJ something…”

“Maybank” Cleo finished for her, an annoyed look in her eyes. “The kicker.”

“For the football team?” She asks, more confused.

Cleo stops to face her, “No, the bowling team. What other team, girl?”

Chandler hums, “I guess I’ve never seen him without a helmet? Those other guys were probably on the team, too.”

“How do you not know the players for the team we cheer for?”

She laughs and they start walking again, “We don’t even face the field.”

The pair makes their way into the university coffee shop. All the tables are full already and the line curves around to the bathrooms.

“Do I gotta do everything for you?” Cleo asks sarcastically as she pulls out her phone and sends the official Instagram account for Kildare, along with JJ’s profile and a few others.

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highpope · 4 months ago

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Meet my OC (home with you series)

Chandler Young - female!reader, 20, communications major, cheerleader, perfectionist, would do anything for her friends, values academics, honesty over nicety, classic kook to pogue pipeline like Sarah & Kie. the three have been life long friends and all committed to the same university. The girls have decided to room together in an off campus apartment for their Sophomore year. home with you series masterlist

#highpope #obx series #outer banks #obx #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x oc #university au #college!reader #college!JJ #highpope hwy #obx fic

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highpope · 3 years ago

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some things are better off untouched

part one - live on ao3 here.

Lucy has been in love with her best friend Jeremiah since she was 14, but she couldn't ever tell him. Not when she was sure he didn't feel the same way.

Jeremiah x OC - Debutante Ball Escort fic

obviously not all of this is canon but I'm going off od the outline of the tv series tsitp and not so much the book.

tags: some ppl who have showed interest :)

@illumi3 @callmeniffy @youguysoozechemistry @andrewgarfields-girlfriend @whoreforrobin @ahalya25 @randumfanfics @bmkisseths @spencerreidsknee @headshoulderskneesand-toews @gillybear17 @neighborhoodspidey

#tsitp #tsitp x reader #tsitp fanfic #tsitp imagine #the summer i turned pretty series #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x you #jeremiah fisher x oc #conrad fisher #belly conklin #jenny han #isabel conklin #deb ball fic #steven conklin #highpope fics

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highpope · 3 years ago

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Thanksgiving HC - JJ Maybank

hi! happy (american) thanksgiving however you celebrate lmao. I hope today’s a good day no matter what

when he was really young his dad and him would go over to a relatives house for dinner

but it always ended up with someone fighting and his dad getting drunk

eventually it was just too much work to be worth going

so he started going to John B’s for dinner

the two of them would play video games while big John made dinner

I’m convinced they both had like old game boys and were very competitive

they’d fill their paper plates and sit at an old picnic bench out back no matter the weather

it made it feel more special

dinner itself wasn’t your “typical” thanksgiving meal

instead they had fish and instant mashed potatoes roasted vegetables and a pie from ms lana

it wasn’t perfect but it was good and they were together so it didn’t matter

after big John died the boys probably found it hard to celebrate

so pope and kie would sneak out after their own family dinners and bring them leftovers and whatever desserts were left at the grocery store

they’d build a fire and just celebrate without the pressure of the holiday

thankful to have their chosen family

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #highpope fics #obx headcanon #jj outer banks #outer banks blurb #obx imagine #thanks for being here #:)

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highpope · 4 years ago

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Silver Keys - Ch. 6

JJ Maybank x OC x Topper Thorton Soulmate AU

warnings: none :) Lmk if there are ever any

notes: I can't even apologize for the lack of updates, this is what we're rolling with lately. comments and reblogs are encouraged and appreciated!!!

silver keys masterlist

JJ never realizes how much of a mess everything is until June is gone for more than a day. Without her, Kie gets too annoyed at the rest of them (mainly John B and him) and there’s no one to settle the arguments between the four pogues. It’s like something shifts with the universe. And that is why the last two days have been a mess.

June left for her recital Thursday night all set to perform on Friday. There were two rounds of competition, from what JJ understood. The main event is on Friday and the second round is on Saturday. So it was up in the air when she would be back.

As for the rest of them, John B said some stupid shit to Kie and she stormed off. She texted in the group later only to say she wasn’t coming to the boneyard for the party Saturday night.

Which left John B, JJ, and Pope to their own devices. Which went pretty much just how JJ expected it to: he was high and slightly tipsy and JB was doing that weird thing where he pretends he hasn’t drunk that much but is totally gone. Pope was probably hating his life, wishing he hadn’t pulled the shortest straw (or in their case the shortest pasta noodle) and gotten stuck as DD. JJ did feel slightly bad about that, but no one wanted him to drive anyway.

Now, it was about halfway through the party and JJ couldn’t find any of his friends let alone people he liked enough to talk to. He had quit beer pong when a member of the opposing team threw up on her shoes. Pretty much the whole scene shut down after that. He noticed a few groups sectioned off in foldout chairs, some around various bonfires.

JJ wasn’t sure how much time had passed after that. Probably enough that Pope was ready to go home. So, he stumbled his way through the small circles of people, laughing and dancing in a gentle sort of way. It was almost melodic, the way everyone navigated through the sand. JJ had stopped when he saw Topper and Kelce leaning against a tree arguing.

It was more than obvious that JJ didn’t like Topper. He was a rich, stuck-up kook. He didn’t give a shit about anyone else and JJ didn’t understand how June had been with him for so long and it was frustrating that he couldn’t give her better. But she was happy, the happiest he had seen her in a while. He could be civil with Topper, hell he’d even be nice because JJ would do anything to make sure June was happy.

“You don’t think this has gone a little too far?” JJ heard Kelce say.

“No, dude. And what’s the harm anyway? It’s not like June is ever going to know I’m not her real soulmate. She believes me.” topper replied.

JJ felt his stomach drop. It took him a few seconds to process what he was hearing, but when he did the rage took over his body instantly.

“Well, I don’t know. She very obviously has a soulmate. Real songs are getting stuck in her head. You’re just lying and saying that they’re yours.”

“I’m not lying!” Topper yelled, his voice getting harsher the closer he got to Kelce, “I don’t have one, okay? I don’t fucking hear anything. And it’s not fair. So why can’t I just pick someone?”

Without a second thought, JJ rushed forward, slamming topper to the ground.

“What the hell did you just say?” He yells, looking down at Topper. He didn’t care if he was causing a scene, he didn’t care about anything. He could only picture June’s face when she inevitably found out and that was enough to make his blood boil.

“This is none of your business, pogue.”

Topper pulled himself up from the sand and swung at him, catching JJ’s cheek. He couldn’t help himself, he launched himself at Topper. He punched his nose, fast and hard. He looks down at his own hands, already bruising and covered in someone else’s blood.

“Tell her.” he spits at him “or I fucking will.” He kicks at the sand and turns away. JJ isn’t sure why he’s letting him off like this. Maybe, in the long run, this will hurt less for June.

June. That’s all that matters. Not topper and not some stupid soulmate. And if not kicking Topper’s teeth in and letting him save face will help her then that’s what he’ll do.

He took a deep breath and knocked on her window. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, he wasn’t sure if he was going to say anything. If she asked why he was there, he wouldn’t have an answer.

JJ heard some rustling and moments later was met with June opening the window and pulling him inside.

“J, what the hell? You scared me.”

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She looked tired but happy and his heart hurt a little.

“You could’ve come to the front door. My parents would have let you in.”

“I just. I couldn’t-” He didn’t know what to say. He could hear Topper’s confession ringing in his ears.

June grabbed his chin and turned his head to look at her, “God, what happened to your face? Please tell m-”

“It’s nothing, I just. I have to lay low for a little, okay?”

“Are you-” she pressed.

“June, please”

“Okay, but you have to tell me what happened.”

He hesitated, “It was some kook okay? It’s over, done-zo”

“who” He hesitated again. She searched his eyes and it took everything in him not to tell her. He tried to get her to stop.

“You didn’t catch his name? Ya know before he gave you a black eye”

“We didn’t swap phone numbers, fuck, June”

“You don’t just punch people for no reason JJ. You can’t just”

“June” he pleaded

“Okay, fine… I just want to make sure it wasn’t your-”

“It wasn’t. okay?”

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay. Don’t be an asshole about it”

He did feel like an asshole. She was only trying to make sure his dad didn’t show back up at the chateau and he was yelling at her.

“I’m going to get you ice,” June said without looking back.

When she returned she tossed him a frozen bag of peas and told him to ice.

“This isn’t my first black eye, Moto”

“Yeah, yeah, Maybank,” She sighs, “I know.”

“Hey,” he says softly, “I’m fine, I promise. Just a little black eye. You should see the other guy.” He joked.

She didn’t say anything, just looked at him anxiously. When she finally did speak it came out a whisper, “I just worry about you, idiot.”

He nods, “I know, I’m sorry.”

JJ lays back to rest his back against her wall and stretches his legs. June is sitting across from him, leaning against her bed.

“Tell me about the recital, I wanna hear about how you kicked ass.”

“That’s not how it works, J.”

“C’mon,” he pleaded.

She sighed and her face relaxed, “it was really good. Like, the environment and everyone there. I played really well, too. I don’t think I missed a single note.”

“Play it for me,”

“No, no. It’s okay.”

“C’mon JuJu,” he nudged her foot with his.

She sighed again, moving towards her keyboard.

“Don’t look at me.”

“What?” JJ laughed.

“Turn around,” she urged.

“Fine.”

He did as he was told, turning around so that their backs were practically touching. He could hear June crack her knuckles and take a deep breath before beginning to play. He listened as she began softly, telling a story through the music. It sounded familiar, something he’d probably heard her hum before. But there was more to it than that. It was the feeling of waking up from a nightmare and realizing that you were at home, safe in your bed.

“I like when you play,” he was looking at her now, his full attention on the way her hands glided over the keys and her curled up when she was focusing. He noticed the freckles on her nose and her chipped nail polish like he was looking at her for the first time.

She smiled when he said this and JJ felt the familiar comforting feeling June often brings. She played for a few more moments before stopping, her eyes closed, concentrated.

“Keep going,” JJ urged.

“That’s it.” She said with a sad shrug, “my mom used to play it for us when we couldn’t sleep at night. She wrote it in college I guess. But, she never finished it. So… that’s it.”

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

She met his eyes, “yeah it is isn’t it?”

He nodded sincerely, looking from her eyes to her lips, “yeah.”

They stayed like that for a moment, concentrating on only each other. JJ knew he was falling, knew he had been falling for some time now and he was desperate to know if his best friend was falling for him too.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x oc #jj obx #obx #outer banks #obx fic #outer banks fic #outer banks soulmate #soulmate au #topper thornton #topper thorton x reader #topper thorton x oc #silver keys masterlist #silverkeys #highpope fics

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highpope · 3 years ago

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so I’m thinking … thanksgiving headcanons? any requests? Ideas?

#obx #outer banks #obx fic #highpope fics #jj maybank #john b routledge #pope heyward #kie carrera #sarah cameron

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highpope · 1 year ago

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this is getting some traction recently (crazy bc I’m ded) and is one of my favorites so go check it out ;))

stuck with you - jj maybank blurb

hurt/comfort fic with my fave blond pogue while i get back into the swing of writing. this trope is everything to me i will never get sick of it. the formatting of this is so weird im sorry

warnings: mentions of blood and a fight. not graphic

requests are open! :))

“y/n, it’s not that bad. Stop looking at me like that,” JJ had said as he came through your front door, face and hands covered in blood that wasn’t completely his own. “Your nose is actively dripping blood and your hand looks broken, J. It is most certainly that bad.”

It wasn’t unusual for him to come to you in these types of situations, but that didn’t make it any easier. But if he felt comfortable enough to seek you out when he was hurting, you would take it. You kept your medicine cabinet well stocked with bandages and antiseptics for reasons like this, but also threads for stitches and some heavier dose medication that they don’t specifically sell over the counter at convenience stores. Hospitals were expensive and none of you had the kind of money to go to the ER every time someone got in a fight.

“It’s not like I haven’t broken it before. Besides you should see-”

“Shut up.” You spoke, cutting him off and walking into the bathroom.

You didn’t want to hear about it.JJ follows and together you get situated like clockwork, not even needing words. He jumps up to sit on the counter while you wash your hands and get everything you need.

“Here,” you said as you handed him a rag to hold to his nose. You tap his knee with the back of your hand and he moves so you can stand in between his legs. His eyes soften when he looks down at you and you have to actively fight the blush creeping up your neck.

You gently move his head to face the wall with a hand on his chin, assessing the damage. “If something hurts, you tell me.”

He nods, “yes ma'am.” a smile plays on his lips.

You roll your eyes and start washing the cuts around his cheekbone and forehead. Such a flirt.

Sighing you tilt his head up slightly and clean the blood off his cracked lip.

He drops his hand from his nose, the blood seeming to have stopped with the added pressure, “my little nurse,” he says, leaning to kiss your temple. You fight the urge to lean into his touch. Softly cleaning up the rest of his face and began to run your thumbs across his cheeks and nose to check for any broken bones.

“Ya know, you’re gonna be glad you had all this practice when you get into med school.”

You can feel him smile under your hands but you don't answer. Just keep scanning over his face.

JJ reaches out and smooths your furrowed eyebrows, “Hey” he says softly.

“Baby, stop.” he reaches out, encircling your wrists and bringing your hands down to rest in his lap. Tears well up in your eyes and you blink, trying not to let any out.

“Talk to me, baby, please.” JJ says, his voice just above a whisper.

You take a deep breath before speaking, “I just. I don’t like seeing you like this. J, what if something more happens and I can’t fix it. Or I’m not here or god, JJ, I don’t know.” Your tears were now uncontrollable.

JJ swipes your cheeks, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I never mean to scare you, I’m sorry.” He wraps his legs around your body and moves you so you're resting against his chest.

“I’m the one supposed to be taking care of you,” you sniff.

His hands are in your hair and one slowly moves up and down on your back, tracing comforting circles. “I’m okay. I promise. I’m not going to leave you, ya know.”

“Yeah?” you whisper, lifting your head back up to look at him.

“Yeah,” he replies, kissing your forehead, “do you know how crazy I’d have to be to mess this up? You’re stuck with me, kid.”

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