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BABYDOLL: CHAPTER THREE. SOMETHING STUPID

jj maybank x fem!routledge OC // read on Ao3

In which a boy with zero self preservation falls in love with a girl clawing at life.

chapter summary. party at the boneyards takes a turn into a turf war; jj’s in the dog house; lying to the cops is always a good idea; and the pogues explore the sunken ship for treasure

word count. 7.6 || masterlist

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The Kegger at the Boneyard went off without a hitch. Everyone was ready to soak up the August sun, meeting on common ground with a temporary peace treaty made of beers in plastic cups. 

Lottie refilled her cup and gazed around at the collection of teens sprawled across the beach. Kooks wore their preppy clothes, drinks in hand, and tried not to glare too hard at the Pogues they had to share the space with, considering the Boneyard was a part of the Cut. Tourists joined in the partying as well, fitted with sunburns and wide eyes, taking advantage of the unknown territory and faces they’d never see again once their week was over. 

An arm came down around her shoulders and a cup of beer was waved in front of her face. “Five bucks says I can finish a cup before you,” JJ challenged. 

She cocked her head to the side, skeptically. “Since when do you have five dollars?” 

He used his free arm to pat his back pocket. “Right here, Lot.” Something told her he was lying and there was nothing but a candy wrapper in his pocket, but she agreed anyway. They both made sure their cups were equally filled to the brim before a couple of kids around them began counting down. At the count of one, they tipped their cups back and started chugging. 

Beer dribbled down Lottie’s chin and was bitter in her mouth, but she didn’t waiver, determined to win. She swallowed the last sip before hastily throwing her cup down and throwing her arms up. JJ was just one second after her, declaring her the winner. The group around them cheered as Lottie bowed. 

JJ wiped his mouth, defeated. “That was cold, dude. Schooled my ass.” 

Lottie held out her palm. “That’ll be five dollars, Maybank. Pay up.” He scrunched his nose, making the same face he always did when he was about to try to bullshit his way out of something. Lottie had seen him make that face a million times since they were little. 

“Can I make you a counteroffer?” 

With a roll of her eyes, she said, “I knew you couldn’t pay up!” 

To be fair, I thought I’d win.” JJ started patting around all of his pockets, looking for something else to give her in place of cash, as she suspected. She was going to tell him to forget it, but his eyes lit up with an idea. “Ah, here we go. This is technically priceless, so, really, you’re robbing me here. But you’re pretty, so I’ll allow it.” 

Heat rose to Lottie’s face. The alcohol, she thought. 

JJ pulled off one of the braided bracelets he always wore on his wrist. It had a singular bead on it with the letter J painted on it. He gestured for her to give him her hand and she obliged. It was a little large on her wrist, so he re-tied it to fit. 

“Wow,” she said. “I’m honored.” The bracelet was cute, better than five bucks if she was being honest. 

They picked up their tossed cups from the sand, preventing a long lecture from Kiara about how they all needed to give more to the environment. She often drunkenly ranted about it when she made them all pick up the Boneyard in the middle of the night right away people left the Keggers. 

Lottie wiped the sand from the rim and made sure there wasn’t any inside before she refilled her once more. JJ stood shoulder to shoulder with her, gazing around at the crowd as he waited his turn at the keg. 

“Hey, look who showed up,” he said, pointing at a group of Kooks. Among them stood a blonde in a blue and purple sundress, not paying attention to what the group around her was saying. 

“Kie’s gonna be pissed.” Sarah Cameron didn’t often attend Keggers, but since she had started dating a Kook named Topper, she’d been coming around more. He and his friends always showed up, looking for trouble. 

The blonde must’ve felt them staring because she met Lottie’s gaze. Sarah said something to her boyfriend before she started walking right toward them. 

“Uh, why is the princess coming over here?” 

Lottie shrugged, staying put and watching as Sarah grabbed her bag from the sand before continuing towards them. JJ slowly backed away, probably not wanting to be caught talking to Sarah by Kie. He fell into another group of Pogues, quickly distracted. 

“Hey,” Sarah greeted. 

“Hey?” 

Sarah held out her hand, presenting a neatly folded pair of shorts to Lottie. “I wanted to give these back to you, and Wheezie wasn’t sure when you were working next.” 

“Oh!” Lottie relaxed slightly, taking the shorts she had let Sarah’s little sister borrow. She had worried the Kook princess wanted to pick a fight or something, even if that was more her boyfriend’s scene. The Kooks always had a way of surprising you, and usually not in a good way. 

“Thanks,” Lottie said. “Is she still boycotting the club?” 

“Until Midsummers, at least.” Midsummers was the event of the year for most Kooks. Lottie started attending as Kiara’s plus one since her parents refused to let any of the other Pogues come. Kie always managed to thrift the most beautiful dresses for both of them, despite her hating the event. She went to appease her parents, but Lottie liked pretending to be a Kook for a night. They would rob the club of shrimp cocktails and steal champagne from the kitchen until they snuck off to smoke with the boys back at the Chateau. 

“There’s no chance my dad lets her sit it out,” Sarah said. Something over Lottie’s shoulder caught Sarah’s eye before she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “Thanks for helping her out, again.” 

“Yeah, of course.” Sarah offered Lottie a small smile before she walked away, back toward her friends. Lottie left to find the bag she had discarded when they first arrived and shoved the shorts inside before she lost them on the beach. 

“Why were you talking to Sarah Cameron?” Kie appeared behind Lottie, her face pinched in confusion and a familiar annoyance that always filled her face when there was even a mention of Sarah.  

Lottie was hoping Kie hadn’t seen her, but she didn’t get so lucky. 

“I let her little sister borrow a pair of shorts while I was working. She was just returning them.” 

The scowl on Kie’s face faded slightly, but her bleeding annoyance pricked the air. Lottie grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction of the keg. “Come on, let’s get you another drink, yeah?” 

Kie relented, squeezing Lottie’s hand as she led them to the drinks. JJ was hanging around it, chatting with some Tourons, otherwise known as tourists, but he slipped away once he spotted the girls, rejoining them. Together, they topped off their cups and started bouncing from group to group, drinking, chatting, and laughing as the sun set over the ocean. 

The darkness didn’t stop the party. Drinks kept flowing until teens were stumbling around with buzzed smiles, hanging off of each other. 

Lottie and her friends made their way to the water’s edge. She watched as the soft waves washed over her toes and soaked in the sweet smell of salt water and booze. 

“Hey, you want this one?” JJ asked, approaching Lottie with two cups in hand. She had refilled her not too long ago and wasn’t looking to get totally trashed, so she declined. John B. was ready to take it, but JJ pulled away and called out to the group standing off to the side of them. 

“Hey, Sarah! Can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?” 

“No thanks,” she declined. Hovering over her shoulder, Topper eyed the group with a hint of disgust twisted on his face. 

“Come on,” JJ slurred slightly. “Is it not fancy enough for you?” 

Sarah shook her head. “No, we’re just leaving-” 

Topper stepped around her, cutting her off. “You know what? I’ll take it. Thanks, man.” His voice was laced with sarcasm. He reached for the cup, but JJ jerked his arm back. 

“That’s nice, but I wasn’t asking you. Now, if you had said ‘pretty please,’ then maybe.” 

Lottie tugged gently on JJ’s arm, feeling the tension between the two groups steadily rising. The Kooks liked a lot of things: throwing parties, using their daddies' money to make all of their problems go away, and picking fights with the Pogues. Not that they were innocent, either. They had just as much fun getting under the Kooks' suntanned skin, but at the end of the day, there would always be more consequences for the Pogues. 

Trying to hand Sarah the drink again, JJ got just what he was looking for, a pissed-off Topper. He smacked the cup right out of JJ’s hands, sending the drink splashing all over. She knew right then it was over. JJ reared up to go at Topper, but John B held him back. For a moment, she thought her brother was going to break up the fight before it even started. But then Topper shouted, “Dirty Pogues!” And that was enough for John B. to shove Topper hard in the gut, sending him stumbling backward. 

“Jesus Christ,” Lottie muttered under her breath. The Boneyard was supposed to be the one place where everyone at least faked nice with each other, getting along just long enough to share drinks before they parted ways and returned to being at each other’s throats. 

Topper hauled off and tackled John B. launching them in a full-fledged scuffle. 

Pope cupped his hands round his mouth, trying to reel in John B. “We’re supposed to be incognito, remember!” 

Across the circle of people watching the boys throw punches and wrestle each other to the ground, Sarah tried to call off her boyfriend, but neither John B. nor Topper was listening to anyone. 

Topper landed a punch to John B.’s face, sending him to the ground. The crowd ‘oohed’ and ���ahhed,’ watching sick excitement. Lottie was not entertained but was growing rather concerned as her brother started to lose his upper hand in the fight. 

While he was down, Topper kicked him hard in the gut, sprawling him out in the shallow water of the incoming tide. Their clothes became soaked at John B. tackled Topper into the water. 

“We gotta go, man!” Pope yelled, his voice in a clear state of panic. 

All of the shouts mingled together, making them harder to make out as John B. punched Topper square in the jaw. Beside Lottie, she could hear JJ shout, “That’s my boy!” She glared at him. “Come on, he’s kicking his ass.” 

He spoke too soon. 

More punches and tackles were delivered until Topper got the upper hand, shoving John B.’s head into the sand, under the water just deep enough to cover his face. He kept a firm grip on the back of John B.’s head, not letting him up to breathe. 

“He’s drowning him!” one of the Pogues yelled. 

Lottie’s heart raced in her chest as panic pooled in her veins. She wasn’t a fighter, even in the slightest, but the sight of her brother struggling under Topper’s hold mixed with the collection of beers she had consumed. She balled up her fists and ran toward the fight. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” JJ yelled. “Lot, stop!” He reached out to grab her, his fingers ghosting her wrist, but she was faster, darting towards her brother. She shoved Topper with all her strength, causing him to waiver just slightly, but he didn’t let go. 

“Get off of him!” 

Topper screamed back, “Stay out of it!” 

In an irrational and hasty decision, Lottie threw a punch, hitting Topper in the jaw near the same place John B. had hit. Topper yelled out in pain, cupping his jaw and letting go of John B. for a moment. Despite him being free of Topper’s grasp, John B. didn’t move from his spot face down in the water. 

Her hand hurt like a bitch as she cradled it to her chest, watching with wide eyes as Topper flared his nose in anger and fixed his position, pressing down even harder on the back of her brother’s head. Lottie tried to get close again, but Topper threw his elbow back, the bone colliding with her nose. 

The force sent her backward, landing in the water with a groan as people’s shouts shifted from thrilled cheers to gasps. 

She tasted blood in her mouth, spilling from her throbbing nose. She covered the lower half of her face with her hands, blinking back the tears of pain as her head reeled from the hit. 

In a blur of movement, someone stood behind Topper and placed something against the back of his head. JJ. JJ and his stupid gun. JJ was holding the gun he stole to Topper’s head. 

“He’s got a gun!” one of the crowd members yelled, causing people to scatter off the scene. 

“I know you know what this is,” JJ said, his hand shaking just slightly. The change in the air was sudden, nauseating, as things went from bad to worse.  

Topper stuck his hands in the air. “We’re good, man. We’re good!” JJ didn’t move. 

“Kie!” Sarah cried. “Can you check your psycho friend?!” 

After a few more tense seconds, JJ lifted the gun from Topper’s head and aimed it straight up in the air. “Everyone listen up! Get the hell off our side of the Island!” He let out two shots, the pops echoing loudly in the one peaceful night. More people started to panic, running in every direction as they scrambled to leave the beach. Kie and Pope started berating JJ, shoving and cursing him out. 

Lottie wiped the blood from her nose before crawling over to her brother. John B. had rolled over, no longer submerged. He groaned between labored breaths. She helped him sit up, patting his back as he coughed up the water he ingested. 

Despite the only light being from the moon, Lottie could tell his eyes were unfocused. “Hey, you still with me?” she asked as his eyelids started to flutter. He muttered something she couldn’t make out before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body slumped forward. She caught him before his face crashed back into the water. 

“Guys!” Lottie’s voice cracked as she yelled, drawing her friends’ attention away from their argument. “Some help, please?!” 

They all hurried towards her once they noticed the unconscious John B. in her arms. Pope and JJ hauled him up, slinging his arms around their shoulders before they started half carried and half dragged him to the van. 

Lottie followed behind them, along with Kie, holding her nose and trying to make the pain stop. 

Kiara gently squeezed Lottie’s shoulder, brows furrowed in concern. “Are you alright?” 

“Fine,” she replied, wincing at the blood that stained her hands. Above that, though, she was more concerned about John B. That wasn’t the first time he had gotten into a fight. A couple of punches had been through, but Topper trying to drown him and JJ pulling a gun went miles above any fight the Pogues had gotten into before. They already were walking on thin ice between finding Scooter’s sunken boat and the man’s stash of cash and a gun in his motel room. If anyone somehow connected the gun JJ had to the one stolen and decided to pull it on a bunch of Kooks, they all were in deep shit. 

Kie frowned, gazing at the three boys struggling ahead of them. “I don’t know why we hang out with these guys.” 

“Me neither.” 

“At least you showed the whole island you know how to throw a punch.” 

Lottie cracked a small smile as they approached the van. The boys placed John B. down in the back of the Twinkie before the rest of them packed in. Pope was the only one who didn’t drink, knowing someone would need to drive them home. 

They stayed silent on the ride back. The only noise was the soft hum of the radio until they reached the Chateau. The boys placed John B. in his bed while Lottie retreated into hers. She changed out of her swimsuit and into an old pair of sweats and a t-shirt, tiredness started to creep in as the events of the night caught up with her. 

In the dim lamplight, she sat down at her desk and stared at her swollen nose in the mirror. Her knuckles ached too from the single punch she managed to throw. There would probably be a nasty bruise across her nose in the morning, but at least she’d match the gnarly black eye John B. would wake up with. It made her feel a little better that Topper would probably look like shit too in the morning. 

A small knock sounded from the other side of the door. Without turning around, she told them to come in, figuring it was Kie coming to bunk with her for the night or bid her goodbye. Instead, JJ entered, lingering in the doorway with a nervous smile. 

Through the reflection in her mirror, Lottie glared at him. “What?” 

“You’re not mad at me too, are you?” 

She scoffed, spinning around in her chair. “Seriously? What do you think?” 

He shrugged, looking a little irritated himself, which Lottie didn’t think he had the right to. “He was gonna drown him, Lot. Someone had to do something.” 

“I was trying!” 

It was his turn to scoff. “Yeah, and how did that work out?” 

She ignored him and returned her attention to her nose. JJ didn’t take the hint to leave. Instead, he softly closed the door and sat down on the edge of her bed. 

They sat in silence for a moment while Lottie tried to see if her nose was broken. She didn’t exactly know how to tell, but she assumed it would hurt more, or maybe she’d be able to tell by poking around the bone. When she touched the bridge of her nose, a hiss of pain escaped her lips. That must’ve been right where Topper’s elbow hit. 

“Alright, look,” JJ blurted out. “Was it stupid? Yeah. But you don’t mess with the Pogues!” 

Lottie sighed. “I get that, JJ. But a gun? What were you thinking?” 

His gaze was heavy, burning into the back of her head. She gave in, facing him once more to see his conflicted gaze and alcohol-flushed cheeks. “How’s your nose?”  

“Don’t change the subject.” 

He rolled his eyes, but there was no malice behind it. “I’m just sick of those Kooks getting away with that kind of shit, okay? They show up on our side of the island, try to drown John B., and almost break your nose. I can’t let that slide, Lot. If no one checks them, they’re gonna keep pulling this shit.” 

That may have been true, but that was a fact Lottie had accepted a long time ago. The more money you had, the more bullshit you could get away with; that was a simple fact of life. She thought the best way to avoid the Kook’s shit was to stay out of it and stay bitter from afar. They’d always get a free pass to get away with whatever they wanted to because their daddy or mommy could make any problem go away with some money that probably wouldn’t even put a dent in their accounts. 

“They’ve always gotten away with this shit,” she said. “Going all psycho on their asses isn’t gonna change that; it’s only going to piss them off.” 

“Yeah, well, pissing people off is my secret talent.” 

She bit back a smile. “It’s not really a secret.” She yawned, glancing at her clock on the wall that read nearly four in the morning. “I’m going to bed. Did you need anything?” 

JJ stood up, twisting his hat around in his hands. “Kie kinda took the couch in the living room and Pope’s on the porch….” Lottie stared at him. “Bad timing, I get it. No worries. I’ll just head home.” He turned on his heel, heading towards the door, but before he could leave, Lottie chucked a pillow at the back of his head. 

“You get the floor,” Lottie told him, crawling under her covers. He smiled, grabbing the blanket folded at the end of her bed and setting up a makeshift bed on the floor. 

Lottie turned the lights off and closed her eyes, exhausted. 

“Night Lot,” JJ whispered. 

“Night JJ.” 

➤

Lottie had hoped the morning would be peaceful, healing hangovers and icing wounds, but she couldn’t get that lucky. She had woken up to her friends having fled the Chateau and John B. waking her up with a frantic knock on her door, telling her the sheriff had shown up. 

Sheriff Peterkin had arrived on behalf of DCS. 

“They wanted me to see how y’all were doin’.” She looked between the twins. “So, who are y’all doing, besides the…” she gestured to her eye and nose, where the twins had growing bruises.  

“We’re great. Fantastic, even,” John B. replied. “Thanks for coming by.” 

“I’m glad to hear that, but I’ve heard a few things that worried me. Let me see if I can remember.” Lottie sat at the table, chewing on her fingers while her brother tried to clean up the beer bottles as casually as he could. “I heard that your guardian, Uncle Teddy, hasn’t been in the state in three months.” 

Lottie cleared her throat when Peterkin’s eyes fell on her. “Yeah, no. That’s not true-” 

The sheriff held up her hand, cutting Lottie off. “You don’t have to say anything. I know it's true,” she said. “I called the school. They said you, John B., were a good student but now you’re failing all your classes? And you, Charlotte, used to be so involved until you dropped all your extracurriculars.” 

After their dad disappeared, Lottie didn’t have much motivation to attend six a.m. swim team practices or stick around after school for student council. Besides, she didn’t have time after picking up more shifts at the Island Club, trying to keep their lights on. Even though their dad made a meager paycheck, it was more money than they currently had coming in between the two teens. 

“I’m only failing one class. History,” John B. said. “And it’s only because that dude’s a dick. He has it out for me.” 

Peterkin picked up a joint left lying on the coffee table. Underage drinking and smoking, they were lucky Peterkin didn’t seem overly interested in that. She grew up in the Cut, probably not too dissimilar from the Routledge's. If she bothered to arrest every kid drinking or smoking on the island, there’d be very few kids left. 

“And you?” 

“I got a job,” Lottie replied. “More practical, you know?” 

Peterkin hummed. “I also heard there was a fight yesterday at the beach, and a gun was involved.” 

Lottie’s throat went dry, panic inching its way up from her stomach. Luckily her brother kept his cool a bit better than she was. “A gun?” he scoffed. “No. Did I get in a dust-up? Yeah. And did my sister here break it up? Also yeah. But was there a gun? No way.” 

“That’s okay,” Peterkin said. “I know who it was. I’ll get to him.” 

Lottie’s fingers found the bracelet JJ had given her the night before. He was going to be in deep shit, meaning they’d all probably find themselves in deep shit. Not all of them had much to lose, but they had some stuff. Lottie could not go to juvie. 

“Listen, all I’m worried about right now is makin’ sure you two are in a safe home.” 

“Yeah, super safe,” John B. said. “Besides, Uncle T. is coming back so…” 

Peterkin tilted her head to the side, not looking like she believed him one bit. “Is that what he told you?” The twins both nodded. “Well, if he’s coming back, I think you guys should be allowed to stay. But, if I stick my neck out for you two, you have to help me out.” 

“What does that mean, exactly?” asked Lottie. 

“It means, a body was found in the marsh yesterday. Were you guys in the marsh yesterday?” 

Lottie resisted the urge to start biting her fingernails again, not wanting to give away her nervousness. John B. looked a little taken back by her question, but he held it together enough to answer. “Yeah, we were fishin’ for some drum.” 

“Did you catch anything?” 

“Nah, we were skunked.” 

Peterkin stood a step closer to John B. She spoke low, her tone giving away that she knew something about Scooter’s wreck. “Strange. Fishing’s usually good after a storm. All sorts of things get stirred up.” She paused, glancing at Lottie. “You come across a wreck yesterday?” 

“Nope,” Lottie replied. 

The Sheriff sighed. “You two are skimmin’ just above the surface.” She twirled her finger in a circle, level with her chest. “Down here is foster care or juvie. That’s a pretty far drop for two smart kids like yourselves.” She raised her hand above her head. “Up here is you two and your little friends doing whatever you want. It’s your choice. The Outer Banks or foster care on the mainland.” 

The twins exchanged a look, an unspoken ‘we’re in way overheads here.’ 

“You kids are one inch above the surface right now. If I were you, I’d start flappin’ my wings,” continued Peterkin. “Now, are you sure you didn’t across a wreck yesterday?” 

John B. nodded his head. “Yeah, we’re sure.” 

Lottie followed up with a “Positive.” 

“It’s better that you didn’t, you understand?” Peterkin said. If the money, gun, sunken boat, and dead body weren’t enough of an indication that they shouldn’t keep poking around, Peterkin’s intense gaze sure did. “I’m gonna look the other way as long as you guys and your friends stay out of the marsh.” 

She started to leave, giving the house one last look over before clicking her tongue. “I have dogs livin’ better than this. I’d suggest cleaning up.” She pushed the screen door, leaving and letting it slam against the frame. 

Closing his eyes, John B. hung his head in his hands while Lottie slumped down beside him on the couch, kicking a few empty beer cans out of the way in the process. 

“What are we doing?” she asked. 

He blew air from his cheeks and shrugged. “Something really stupid.” 

“We can’t get thrown into foster care. They can’t split us up and take us away from our friends.” She couldn’t hide the fear in her voice, the thought of being without any of them made her stomach churn. She’d spent her entire life at her twin’s side. Their friends were too large a part of their lives too. What would they do without each other? Sure, JJ, Kie, and Pope would still have one another on the island, but they were a team of five not three. They all played a part. Without one single piece, they were incomplete. 

John B. sat up a little straighter, his expression morphing into one of determination. “I told you, that’s not gonna happen.” He wrapped an arm around Lottie’s shoulders and she dropped her onto his shoulder. 

“Juvie’s not any better.” 

“That’s not gonna happen either. I’ll tell the others we’re callin’ it off, okay? We stay out of the marsh and avoid all of that.” 

Telling the others went about as well as Lottie expected. 

“You guys really believe Peterkin is gonna help you out?” JJ asked, his face pinched in disdain for the local law enforcement. It was fair, they almost never were on the Pogues' side, but they didn’t have much of a choice whether or not to believe Peterkin. 

Leaning on the rickety old outside bar, John B. nodded. “Yeah, JJ.” 

The blond scoffed. “An actual cop. You guys are gonna believe a cop?” 

Lottie sat on one of the plastic chairs that somehow survived the hurricane, pulling her legs up against her chest and trying to let the breeze cool off the impending doom of her and her brother’s future that was hanging on a thin thread. 

Shortly after Peterkin left, she had taken a shower to wash the smell of booze off of her from the night. While they waited for their friends to arrive, she and John B. managed to clean up the Chateau, not loving that she had compared their living situation to dogs. They tossed the smoked joints and beer cans and swept up all of the sand they’d tracked in. The place smelled and looked a lot better, which did help Lottie feel a little bit better. Even if DCS still poked around, at least it looked like someone responsible was taking care of their house and they weren’t living like in some teenager’s dream shit-hole. 

“All we’ve gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple of days, and she’ll help us out,” John B. said. “And it doesn’t help that your ass was the one shooting the gun.” 

JJ rolled his eyes. “You know what? I should have just let Topper drown your ass.” 

“Yeah, because he really was gonna drown me.” 

“It sure looked like it!” 

“Enough!” Lottie said, a bit louder than intended, shutting the two boys up before they continued their bickering. “Sorry,” she sighed. “But we would prefer not to get shipped off to the mainland for tossed in juvie, okay? If she says she’ll help us, then what other choice do we have? It’s either we trust her or we end up in who the hell even knows where by the end of the week.” 

Slumping down in the seat beside Lottie, JJ still looked slightly annoyed, not at them but in general. “They always win, don’t they? Kooks versus Pogues. They always win!” he kicked a beer can, sending it flying. 

“It’s okay,” Kie said, in an attempt to cool off the conversation. 

“No, it’s not okay! They don’t want us to go into the marsh. That means there’s something valuable down there and you guys know it.” They had no idea if whatever was in that wreck was worth more than she and John B. staying in the Outer Banks. 

JJ continued, “I understand why you don’t want to go down there.” He looked at Pope. “You’re the golden boy. You got way too much to risk. And you,” he pointed to Kie. “I mean, you’re already rich as fuck anyway. Why bother? But us…” JJ pointed to the three of them left. The three who had been connected at the hip since the third grade. “We’ve got nothin’ to lose!” 

“JJ-” John B. groaned, but he was cut off. 

JJ stood up, leaning against the opposite side of the counter from John B. “Look, I know it didn’t used to be this way for you guys-” 

“I don’t want to talk about this.” 

Lottie rubbed her sore nose with her palm. “We still have stuff to lose, JJ.” 

“Do we really, though?” JJ challenged. 

“Look, that’s it, okay?” John B. started to walk away, but JJ moved in front of him, trying to block his path. John B. shoved the blond hard enough to make him stumble to the side, clearing a path. 

With a huff of annoyance, JJ threw his hands up. “Really? That’s it?” He followed after John B. unrelenting as ever. “I have a plan!” 

Lottie dropped her head to her knees, having a bad feeling JJ wasn’t going to stop until John B. agreed. And if there was one thing she knew about her brother, he was easy to wear down. That was great for her, when she wanted to steal the Twinkie or when they were little fighting over who got to drive the boat when they went out with their dad. But it was bad when it came to the plans that JJ came up with. 

“You got the key to Cameron’s big boat, right?” JJ asked. “There’s scuba gear on there. Rich people always have scuba gear. We just borrow that, then we go down to the wreck this afternoon. That’s what gonna save you guys. You don’t see rich kids going into foster care, do you?” Lottie could see the wheels turning in her brother���s head. 

Rich kids didn’t go into foster care because life always worked in their favor. Lottie wasn’t sure some get-rich-quick scheme was going to work out the same for them. 

Looking between Kie and Pope, she asked, “When this backfires and we get sent away, will you guys write me letters?” 

Pope nodded with sincerity. “But only if I can write them like a wife whose husband is away at war.” He cleared his throat before putting on a horrible, high-pitched British accent. “It’s been sixty-nine days since you left. It’s so cold here. I am surrounded by idiots.” 

Kie snorted out a laugh before mimicking Pope’s accent. “My dearest Lot, the children miss you so.” 

“The children?”

“Yeah, remember? The pet rocks I have on my windowsill, our children.” 

Lottie placed a hand over her heart. “Oh, the children! How I miss their googly eyes that they inherited from their mother!” Kie lightly slapped Lottie’s arm as all three of them fell into a fit of laughter. 

From the yard, a couple of feet away, John B. and JJ gazed at them, confused. 

“So…are we doing this?” JJ asked. 

John B. met Lottie’s eyes, waiting for her to make the call. She knew it was a bad idea, terrible even, one of their worst ones yet. But if they all were on board, she had no choice but to be too. 

After John B. stole the Cameron’s scuba gear, they ventured back to the boat wreck. Lottie sat off to the side, biting her nails as they tried to come up with a game plan. 

Kie checked the tanks that John B. stole, frowning as she gapped on the gauge. “This is empty,” she said. “You stole empty tanks?” 

“You didn’t check them before?” Lottie asked her brother, who sputtered for an answer before just shrugging. 

Searching the other tanks, Kie found one that was a quarter full, which meant only one of them could venture down to the sunken boat. 

“Does anyone know how to dive?” Kie asked. They all sat in silence, exchanging glances in hopes that at least one of them knew what they were doing. 

“It’s kind of a Kook sport,” JJ said. 

“I read about it once,” said Pope. 

Lottie knew she was the best swimmer out of the group, which probably was more useful than having read about diving once before. Despite her wanting to spend her evening doing anything else, she volunteered. “It can’t be that hard, right?” 

JJ nodded. “Right. You just gotta put the thing in your mouth and breathe. Simple enough.” 

“Well, if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets in your blood and you get the bends,” Pope, ever the optimist, informed them. 

“The bends? Like, you bend over and-” 

“The bends kill you,” Pope cut JJ off. 

As she started reaching for the scuba gear, she hesitated at Pope’s words. So far her recent options for her future consisted of foster care, juvie, or death. Fantastic. 

John B. grabbed the gear before she could. “I’ll go. I can dive.” 

“Are you sure?” She wasn’t fond of the idea of any of them dying, but if she was going, she could at least control the outcome better. 

He nodded, putting the gear on. “I’m sure. I’m gonna get us out of this mess.” 

John B. had been saying that since their dad disappeared. He’d been acting like an odd mix of an older brother when it came to Lottie, and a reckless teenage boy when it came to everybody else. Technically, he was the older twin, but only by three and a half minutes, which she didn’t think counted. Lottie didn’t need to be taken care of; she was more than capable of handling their issues alongside him, but Kie had said it was a dude thing. He was trying to be the ‘man of the house’ and fill the gap their dad left. But the thing was, their dad hadn’t even acted that way towards Lottie. The older she got, the more of an afterthought he treated her, focusing more on John B. She was sure her brother hadn’t noticed that, though. 

“Let me do some calculations real quick,” Pope said. After scribbling some numbers on a piece of paper with a golf pencil, he decided that John B. needed to make a safety stop at ten feet for no shorter than two minutes to prevent getting the bends and dying. 

Wordlessly, Kiara pulled off her shirt and jumped into the water. 

“What was that about?” Pope asked, in regards to Kie. 

John B. shrugged. “I don’t know.” 

“Boys, focus.” Lottie drew their attention back to the task at hand. 

JJ held up a small cylinder object, showing it to John B. “When you get down there, look for the cargo hold. You’ll stick this thing inside, then twist and pull, okay?” John B. nodded, pocketing the object. 

After thirty seconds or so, Kie popped up, slicking back her wet hair. “I tied my shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down,” she said. “That’s where you need to do your safety stop.” 

Once he was all geared up and his head packed with instructions, John B. stood on the edge of the boat, ready to go. 

Pope left them all with one last, cheerful, thought. “If we get caught out here, we’re basically screwed so better get a move on.” 

“Copy that.” He steadied himself before jumping in and sinking under, leaving a few bubbles popping on the surface. 

There was a brief moment, as the fiery orange sun painted the sky with a stunning sunset, when Lottie let herself calm down just slightly and be hopeful. Maybe they were onto something. Or maybe she was just desperate to hope so. But the second there was a stillness that settled over the marsh, the sound of a siren startled them all. 

Lottie’s head snapped to the side, where the noise was coming from, bringing a boat carrying two police officers toward them. 

“Shit,” Pope hissed. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. What did I just say?!” 

“Just act normal!” Kie said, trying to sit casually on the bench beside Lottie, who followed her lead. She tried to hide her panic behind a straight face, watching as the two officers approached. Two police encounters on the same day did not bode well for her anxiety.

“How you kids doing?” Deputy Shoupe greeted them, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. “You know the marsh is closed.” 

They all shared glances, faking surprise. “Oh, no,” JJ replied. “We didn’t know that.” 

Pope cleared his throat. “Why is it closed?” 

“We’re conducting a search out here for a boat that went down. You guys seen anything?”  They all shook their heads and answered with overlapping ‘nos.’ Shoupe nodded slowly. He asked to check out their boat, and they had no choice but to agree. As he looked around, Lottie’s leg bounced, unable to keep her nerves hidden in her chest. 

The time ticked by and John B. was due up soon. If he popped up while Shoupe and the other officer were there, they were beyond screwed. But if he stayed under, he’d run out of air before long, considering he only went down less than half a tank. 

JJ slid into the seat beside her and placed a hand on her knee, squeezing it lightly to tell her she needed to cool it before the officers got suspicious. She relaxed slightly under his touch, leaning into his side casually. 

“Where’s your friend you always hang out with?” Shoupe asked. “He here?” 

Kie wore a kind, fake, innocent smile. “He had to work today.” 

He continued to look around, heading toward the front of the boat where John B. was farther below the surface. The sunlight reflected off the water, and she hoped that made it impossible to see the wreck and John B. 

It felt like an eternity that he stood there, waiting to catch them in their lie, but by some miracle, Shoupe backed off. “All right. Well, you let us know if you see anything on your way out.” He and the other officer climbed back onto their boat and drove off. 

Once it was clear the cops couldn’t hear them and were no longer interested in them, the group raced toward the front of the boat, waiting for John B. to return. Glancing down at her watch, Lottie realized he had already run out of air. 

A couple more seconds ticked by before he broke through the surface, gasping for air. They all relaxed at the sight of him, sighing and laughing at their impossibly close call. 

“How’d it go down there?” JJ asked. “Did you find anything?” 

Reaching the ladder, John B. grinned widely. “Did I find anything?” He threw a duffle bag on board. JJ caught it as John B. climbed back onto the boat, riding himself of the scuba gear. 

Before they had the chance to open the bag, Kie drew their attention to something in the distance. “Bogy at two o’clock.” A boat was cursing in their direction, not one that anyone seemed to recognize. “What are they even doing back here? The marsh is closed.” 

“I don’t know,” Lottie said. “But I really don’t wanna find out.” 

Together, they all worked quickly to get the boat ready to head back home, keeping an eye on their approaching company. 

It was two men, and while they were still fairly far away, Lottie didn’t recognize them. It was pretty easy to spot who people were out there, whether by their boat or recognizable faces. At the very least, she could tell if someone was a Kook or a Pogue, but she was stumped. 

John B. started the engine and started turning them around to face the direction they needed. 

The other boat didn’t look to be slowing down but rather was speeding toward them at a slightly alarming rate.

“They’re following us,” Kie said nervously. 

“Dude, you gotta go faster,” JJ told John B., hitting his shoulder. 

“I’m trying!” 

Wind and sea spray flew past them as they gunned it through the marsh. Lottie held onto the back of the captain’s chair, peering over her shoulder at the boat behind them. 

Suddenly, the one not driving lifted something in the air. Lottie didn’t have time to try to make it out before a loud ‘bang’ echoed through the air. They all ducked in surprise, except John B. who was trying to drive. 

“Oh my god!” Lottie gasped, throwing an arm around Kie as they lay on the ground. “They’re shooting at us! Why the hell are they shooting at us?!” Another shot was fired, missing all of them, thankfully, but they all yelled in a mix of surprise and fear. 

Out of everything Lottie had experienced in her sixteen years out on the marsh, being shot at was something new she had never wanted to encounter. 

Kie shook Lottie’s shoulder, her dark eyes wide. “I have an idea,” she said before shrugging off Lottie’s arm and standing to her feet. 

“Kie, no. No, no, no!” Lottie started, but Kie shut her up with a look before she darted toward the pile of stuff near the back of the boat. Lottie followed, asking, “Are you crazy?” 

“Just take this!” Kie shoved a rope into Lottie’s hands before she picked up their net. 

Another shot was fire, causing the girl to duck but not abandon whatever Kie’s plan was. 

John B. glanced at them from over his shoulder. “Guys, get down!” They ignored him. Kie worked her magic in a blur of missed bullets and their speeding boat. She connected the net to the rope before throwing it into the water. It got caught under the other boat, stalling them in the middle of the marsh while the Pogues continued to race towards home. 

John B. didn’t slow down until they reached the Chateau. They all clambered out of the boat, gathering on the dock in a state of shock, confusion, and curiosity. John B. dropped the duffle bag he found on the ground and unzipped it. Out of it, he pulled a good-sized metal cylinder. It looked older, a little weathered. It seemed to have been closed for a while; it took John B. a couple of seconds to get the lid to twist. Tipping it upside down, he let whatever was inside fall out onto his hand. Out fell a compass. 

“Oh, wow,” Pope breathed out. “That’s about right. Good job, everyone, we found a compass.” 

Lottie’s shoulders slumped, feeling utterly defeated. They went through all of that for a compass. She was hoping for something grander, worth more money that could solve their issues, but she knew, realistically, that wasn’t going to happen. 

“Dude, what?” JJ peered oddly at John B. who held the compass in his palm with such concentration. 

After a moment, he turned around with glossy eyes. “This was dad’s.”

[maybanksprincess]

jj maybank headcannons!

warnings: none, pure fluff!

requested by this ask! thank you anon <3

pairings: boyfriend!jj x shy!girlfriend!reader <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always has to tutor jj because he cant listen in class for shit. lucky for him, his girlfriend has all the notes, cause shes observant <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who tugs on jjs arm when shes ready to leave a public setting, or just wants to get out of a conversation, luckily her boyfriend is good at making excuses.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always asks jj to order her food for her in a drive thru, or when waiters take their order, cause shes too shy to tell them what she wants, afraid she will stutter or say something wrong.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who hates going on on dates in public, not because shes embarrased of jj, but because shes scared she will get mean looks.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who texts jj when she meets up with him at a place, making him come get her instead of finding him her self

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always has to make the first move in the relationship, whether it be the first kiss, first time having sex, first time sleepover, etc. but ofc he doesnt mind, because he loves how shy his girl is, he knows that shes only his.

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who doesnt pay attention in school on purpose, so that when he gets home he can call his pretty girlfriend over to teach it to him instead of a lame teacher <3

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who constantly does goofy things to try and get you to bring out your goofy side that he hardly sees

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who randomly pecks your lips or your forehead, during conversations with others when your sitting on his lap, to let you know he's still there

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always lets you rant about books or movies to him, even if he doesn't understand because he doesn't ever wanna not hear you talk.

[shortnspidey]

SILENT RIFT

jj maybank x fem!cameron!reader || WC: 4.5K

SUMMARY: The Pogues finally find the gold they've been searching for after countless obstacles. However, when it comes to actually succeeding, the universe has other plans. Held at gunpoint in the middle of nowhere, a spontaneous decision changes everything. In the heat of the moment, words are said that reveal hidden feelings. Emotions run high, leading them to confront not only their enemies, but also their own emotions.

WARNINGS: established relationship, cursing, mild angst, talks of drugs, typical OBX level violence, suggestive towards the end but no smut!

A/N: Happy OBX 4 release day! This one shot is one of my old Wattpad drafts from when I was writing a JJ story. Enjoy this drabble as I try to publish another chapter of broken record or collateral hearts soon! This ended up being a long one, enjoy! Divider by @marvelstoriesepic

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"Hell of a job melting it down, Dr. Frankenstein," JJ scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Kiara as he stepped out of the Twinkie. He clutched the melted piece of gold tightly in his hand, its weight a tangible reminder of what everyone was expecting him to do. As the group arrived outside a shabby pawn shop on the outskirts of the Outer Banks, the rundown aspect and the graffiti on the walls made your skin crawl. The shops window's were smeared with grime, making it impossible to see inside, and the peeling paint revealed patches of weathered wood.

Kiara shot JJ a glare, her frustration evident in the tight set of her jaw and the clenching of her fists. "Like you could have done any better." She retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. JJ stepped closer, standing toe to toe with her, not backing down from her challenging gaze. "I could have done much better. I took a welding class," He sassed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Woah, woah, hey!" John B chastised, stepping in between his two friends.

His presence seemed to diffuse some of the tension, his calm demeanor acting as a buffer between the two. You followed his lead, grabbing JJ by his arm and rubbing comforting circles with your thumb on his forearm knowing that he was anxious. You could feel the taut muscles in JJ's arm slowly beginning to relax under your touch, the rhythmic motion of your thumb providing a small measure of comfort.

"Chill out, okay?" John B coaxed, his voice gentle but firm. You watched as Kiara's eyes softened slightly, her earlier anger giving way to a mix of concern and frustration. She took a step back, her shoulders sagging as she exhaled deeply. "It's easy for you to say that," JJ scoffed, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You're not the one that has to pawn off this piece of shit." He emphasized his point by holding up the gold bars that were now melted in a unrecognizable shape, the once gleaming metal was now a twisted, misshapen lump.

"How did I get this job anyway?" JJ muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Cause you're the best liar." Pope replied nonchalantly, his tone matter-of-fact. Letting out a sigh JJ turned to you, his cerulean blue eyes locking with yours. His eyes were a stormy sea, filled with a mix of frustration and determination. He turned his head, tapping his cheek. "Kiss, for you know, good luck." He grinned, his usual mischievous spark returning momentarily. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriends antics yet leaned in to kiss him nonetheless.

Just as your lips were about to collide with his cheek, he turned his head at the last second, smashing his lips with your in a kiss that was way too passionate for it to be in front of your friends. The warmth of his lips, the sudden intensity, made your heart race. You could have sworn you heard your sister mutter an "aww" while everyone else fake gagged, their exaggerated sounds filling the air. Pulling yourself away from the kiss, much to JJ's dismay, you smiled, leaning up and pressing one more chaste kiss to his pouting lips.

The brief contact left a lingering warmth, a promise of more to come. "You got this," You reassured him, squeezing his bicep in emphasis, feeling the tension in his muscles. "Showtime," He mumbled to himself, mentally preparing. Straightening his shoulders, he took a deep breath, and gave you one last look before stepping forward. Behind you, Sarah reached out and squeezed your hand, her grip offering a silent message of solidarity and support. The warmth of her touch was comforting, grounding you in the moment.

Everyone followed JJ into the empty shop, the jingle of the bell on the door announcing your arrival. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet space, a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air. "Afternoon, ma'am." JJ greeted, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of anxiety. The shop was dimly lit, with dust particles dancing in the beams of barely there sunlight that filtered through the windows. Shelves lined the walls, filled with various trinkets and curiosities, each one telling its own story. “Afternoon.” The pawnbroker, an elderly woman with a stern face and piercing eyes, looked up from behind the counter.

Her gaze swept over your group as you spaced yourselves around the room, lingering on JJ for a moment longer. JJ stepped forward, trying to maintain his composure under her scrutinizing gaze. "I see you buy gold," He emphasized, his voice steady but with a hint of nervousness. "That's what the sign says, don't it?" She retorted, her lips curling into a sneer. She glanced at the sign hanging in the window, its letters faded and worn. "Well, I sure hope you buy a lot of it, because I am about to blow your mind." JJ carefully opened his bag, revealing the items inside. The pawnbroker's eyes never left his hands, watching his every move with a hawk-like intensity.

"I ain't got much mind left to blow, so have at it," She challenged, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of defiance and curiosity. "How about them gold apples," JJ replied, his voice steady as he placed the melted gold onto the counter with a thump that echoed throughout the shop. The sound seemed to reverberate off the walls, adding a weighty finality to his action. The pawnbroker chuckled cynically, shaking her head. "That ain't real," She declared, her voice filled with disbelief and a hint of mockery. Her eyes flicked to the gold, then back to JJ, as if daring him to prove her wrong.

"That ain't real?" JJ scoffed, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a near whisper. "It can't be," The pawnbroker pressed, her voice faltering slightly as doubt began to creep in. She reached out a tentative hand, her fingers hovering just above the gold, as if afraid to touch it. "Feel how heavy it is," He countered, his voice firm and confident. He nudged the gold closer to her, the metal glinting under the dim light. The pawnbroker hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on JJ's, searching for any sign of deceit. Finally, she picked up the gold, her fingers curling around it.

Her expression shifted from skepticism to surprise as she felt the weight of the metal in her hand. The shop fell silent, the only sound being the faint creak of the floorboards as she adjusted her stance, the gold weighing heavily in her grasp. "Mhm, here let's get some light on that." The group watched intently as she narrowed her eyes, but nevertheless picked up a nearby magnifying glass with a light, inspecting the chunk of gold closely. "Spray-painted tungsten." She concluded, her voice laced with doubt but still firm.

"Really, okay?" JJ rolled his eyes. "Why don't you see how soft it is." He suggested. "You mind?" The pawnbroker asked, holding up a small mallet, her eyes seeking permission. "No, go for it." JJ urged, his gaze unwavering as he watched her. She brought the mallet down gently, making a small dent in the gold, then pushed down on it for further inspection. "Wow. Would you look at that." JJ remarked sarcastically, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hold your horses, we ain't got the acid test yet." She shot back, her confidence wavering slightly. "Ooh, the acid test," He turned, his eyes locking onto yours, a mischievous glint in them.

"My favorite, baby." He added with a wink, grinning as he noticed how the simple action made you flush. You pretended to be distracted by a limited edition book on the shelf, your heart racing as you tried to avoid his piercing gaze. This was certainly not the place or time. Everyone held their breath as the woman dribbled a few drops of acid on top of the gold. The liquid sizzled slightly, emitting a faint, acrid smell that filled the small shop. "Well, it ain't plated, and it ain't painted," she assessed, her tone now more serious. "Ma'am, I'm telling ya, this is as real as the day is long," He insisted, growing tired of the back and forth, his patience wearing thin.

"It looks like someone tried to melt it down," she raised a brow, her eyes meeting JJ's in a challenging gaze. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken accusations. "My mom," You stepped in, linking your arm through JJ's as the pawnbroker eyed you both suspiciously. "She had all this jewelry laying around the house, and she thought it was best to melt it down to "consolidate" it." You tried to sound as convincing as possible, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. The lie felt heavy on your tongue, but you pushed through, hoping it would be enough to satisfy her.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sarah bite her lip to stop the laugh that she almost let out at your evident lie. The pawnbrokers gaze flickered between you and JJ, her skepticism evident. The silence stretched, each second feeling like an eternity. Turning around with a sigh, she placed the gold into a small scale behind the counter, the scale creaked under the weight. "Seven pounds," Her eyes widened. "That's a lot of earrings." Her voice had a hint of disbelief, and you could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to piece together your story.

"Okay, to be honest, ma'am," JJ spoke, clearing his throat and adopting a more somber tone. "It's really hard to see my fiancé's mom fall apart with Alzheimer's. Breaks my heart, truly." His voice wavered slightly, adding an authentic touch to the fabricated story. "Give me a minute." She tsked, walking towards a secluded office. JJ nodded solemnly, playing into the act of the heartbroken fiancé. "Take your time, ma'am." As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to give JJ a look of disbelief. "Alzheimer's really?" You whispered, trying to keep your voice low. The absurdity of the situation was almost too much to handle, and you could feel a nervous giggle bubbling up inside you.

"So I talked to my boss, and this is what I can do." The pawnbroker returned, holding a piece of paper with a price written on it. Inspecting it, JJ raised his brows. "Fifty thousand?" He repeated, his voice tinged with incredulity. The offer was far lower than what you had hoped for, and you could see the frustration building in JJ's eyes. "You think I walked in here not knowin' the spot price?" JJ retorted, his voice firm. "I know for a fact this is worth 140 at least." His confidence was unwavering, and you could see the pawnbroker's resolve starting to crack. "Well sweetie, you in a pawn shop. This ain't Zurich." Her voice was firm, but there was a hint of concession in her tone.

"Ninety, or I walk," He bargained, his voice steady. "Seventy, half price, and I don't ask questions about where you got this.” JJ clenched his jaw, looking over at John B, who nodded his head, giving him the green light. "I'm gonna need that in large denominations, please," JJ agreed, his voice calm but resolute. "Well, here's the snag, I don't have that much denominated. Not here anyway, but I can write you a cashier's check." JJ immediately shook his head. “No ma’am, I want the cold hard, that’s what that sign says. Cash for gold, and that’s what I expect.” He pointed to the sign on the wall as emphasis.

“Well, I have to send you to the warehouse. I have the money there. Is that alright?” Everyone in the room held their breath, watching as JJ mentally weighed his options over in his head. “Where’s this warehouse?” He finally asked, his voice steady but with a hint of skepticism. That is how the group found themselves further into the middle of nowhere following the pawnbroker's instructions to the supposed "warehouse". The road was rough and winding, lined with tall, ominous trees that seemed to close in on them as they drove deeper into the unknown.

To say you were on edge would have been a complete understatement. Every creak of the van and small jolt from where you were seated on JJ's lap made your heart race faster. "So, they keep money out here?" Pope voiced aloud the question everyone was probably thinking. His voice broke the silence, but instead of easing the tension, it only seemed to heighten it. The unease in his tone mirrored the anxiety that had settled in your chest. JJ shrugged, attempting to lighten the mood. "That's what she said," He chuckled at his own joke. "That's what she said." His snicker was met with silence, the gravity of their situation overshadowing any chance of humor.

"Stop," Pope warned, his expression hardening. The seriousness in his eyes was a stark contrast to JJ's attempt at levity. "That was cute, but definitely not the time, J," You exasperated, your voice barely above a whisper. The fear and uncertainty in your tone were unmistakable. The blonde boy nodded, his playful demeanor fading. He held onto the melted gold in one hand, the other resting reassuringly on your thigh. The warmth of his touch was a small comfort in the midst of the overwhelming tension. "I've never even heard of Resurrection Drive." Sarah inquired. "That's cause your rich." JJ mumbled under his breath.

"You've never heard of it either." Both you and Kiara retorted in unison. "Thank you." Sarah replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "There's nothing but weeds back here." Kiara informed the group, looking out the van's window and seeing nothing but shrubbery. JJ was about to retort with another sarcastic comment, yet he was interrupted by the sudden, piercing sound of a siren. The noise sliced through the tense silence like a knife. Sure enough, John B looked in the rearview mirror, his eyes widening as he saw the flashing lights of a car behind them, signaling for them to pull over.

"Cops? Out here?" Kiara questioned, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Are you kidding me!" JJ fumed, his grip tightening on the gold and your thigh, the panic in his eyes was evident. "What did we do?" Sarah questioned, her voice small and wavering, the fear clear in her tone. "Stash that," John B whispered urgently to JJ, who was still holding onto the gold in his hand. You quickly got off his lap and sat next to Kiara, your heart pounding in your chest. The van's interior felt even more confined as Pope and John B coaxed JJ to hurry up. The oppressive weight of the situation pressed down on you, making every second feel like an eternity as you waited for what would happen next.

Your heart sank in your chest upon hearing the cock of a gun and seeing a rifle a few inches away from John B's face. The metallic click echoed ominously in the confined space of the van. "Why don't I go ahead and see them hands in the air?" A gruff voice declared, belonging to a mystery assailant who wore a bandana on the lower half of his face. The fear that gripped your heart quickly morphed into a seething anger. You knew that voice. "All of y'alls hands up in the air right now." Oh hell no, you thought to yourself. This was going to end here and now. "No," You seethed, making direct eye contact with your assailant. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew you recognized him, and his cover slipped slightly.

The tension in the van was palpable, like a coiled spring ready to snap. Every muscle in your body was tense, ready to spring into action. The familiarity of the voice only fueled your anger, making it harder to think clearly. You could feel the eyes of your friends on you, their fear and confusion mirroring your own. "Just do as he says, Y/N," John B urged, his voice steady but his eyes betraying his fear. He slowly raised his hands, setting an example for the rest of you. "No," You shook your head, challenging him. The defiance in your voice was clear. The assailant's eyes narrowed behind the bandana.

"Alright, tough girl, come on out here then," He taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Y/N, what are you doing?" Sarah whimpered, her voice trembling as she watched you step out of the van, the barrel of the gun trained on you. "It's gonna be okay, Sarah," You reassured her, trying to keep your voice calm despite the fear gnawing at your insides. "Y/N!" This time it was JJ. His voice cracked with desperation. As your eyes met his, you could see he was barely holding it together, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. "JJ, trust me, stay here," You coaxed, trying to project as much confidence as you could muster. The last thing you needed was for him to do something reckless.

"I'd listen to the lady, unless you want your brain scattered here on the side of the road," The assailant threatened, his voice cold and unyielding. The weight of his words hung in the air, adding to the already suffocating tension. "I'll be okay, I'll be right back," You promised, hoping your words would be enough to keep your friends from doing anything rash. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever was to come, and stepped further away from the van, feeling the eyes of your friends burning into your back. Once you were a safe distance away from the van, Barry lowered his rifle, letting out a surprised chuckle. "Mighty brave of you, Cameron, especially 'cause I'm the one holdin' the gun." He mocked.

"Oh please," You rolled your eyes, your voice laced with disdain. "Drop the act, Barry," Addressing him by his name with a tone of authority, you crossed your arms over your chest, standing your ground. "We both know Rafe will kill you if you so much as lay a finger on me." You smirked confidently. "Now, why don't we cut to the chase, shall we?" You proposed, your eyes never leaving his as you reached for the shiny gold diamond ring that adorned your knuckle. Barry watched in disbelief as you slipped it off and held it out to him. "Here," You coaxed, handing him the ring. "This will get you a couple thousand dollars if you pawn it off right." Barry took the ring, studying it in the sunlight. "This covers what you and your friends got, but not what country club owes me, you feel me.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest once more, the frustration evident in your posture. "How much does he owe you?" You asked, your voice tinged with exasperation. "At least two hundred," Barry replied, a smirk playing on his lips. Sighing, you reached into your back pocket for your wallet, picking out two hundred dollar bills. "Are we free to go?" You huffed, knowing that if this deal took any longer, your boyfriend would most likely come and take matters into his own hands, whether Barry had a gun or not. "Tell your boy toy that his attitude's gonna get him in trouble," Barry sneered. "Don't," You spat, your eyes narrowing. "If you even think of touching him, we're going to have a problem. You feel me?" You threw back his previous words with a defiant glare.

Raising his hands in mock surrender "Damn, looks like I hit a nerve." Barry chuckled. "I mean it, Barry," You insisted, your voice steady and unwavering. With one final smirk in your direction, Barry pockets the cash and the ring and climbs into his car without a single look back in your direction. You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding and turn back towards the van. As you approached, the tension was palpable, hanging thick in the air. "What the hell was that?" Sarah was the first to question you, her eyes wide with concern as you climbed into the backseat as if nothing had happened.

"I handled it, it's over." You shrugged nonchalantly, but the tightness in your chest betrayed your calm facade. Sarah scoffed, clearly unconvinced by your bravado. "That was pretty stupid, Y/N," Kiara scolded, her voice filled with frustration. Everyone nodded in agreement, their faces a mix of worry and disapproval. You shrugged them off, trying to meet JJ's eyes, who had yet to say anything. You could see the worry and anger battling for dominance in his eyes, the tension in his jaw making it clear just how much he was holding back. "Let's get out of here," John B broke the silence, his voice a calm command that cut through the tension. Everyone was unharmed, yet you somehow knew this was far from over.

Arriving back at the Château, you watched JJ throw open the door before John B even parked his van. The sound of the door slamming against the wall echoed through the air. You watched as JJ stormed inside, his movements quick and agitated. One hand was gripping his chest, his knuckles white from the pressure, while the other was balled into a tight fist, veins visible under his skin. He didn't look back, his anger propelling him forward. John B, Kiara, Sarah, and Pope turned to you, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity. It was as if they were silently asking if they should get involved, their eyes darting between you and the direction JJ had gone.

"I'll handle it," You sighed, feeling the weight of the situation settle on your shoulders. You stepped down from the van, the gravel crunching under your feet. "Good luck," John B sing-songed, a teasing lilt in his voice. You flipped him off with a smirk, hearing Sarah and Kiara scold him in unison. Their voices faded as you walked through the door, the familiar scent of the Château enveloping you. You found JJ in the spare bedroom, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. His footsteps were heavy, each step reverberating through the wooden floor. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, filled with a storm of emotions - anger, frustration, and a hint of vulnerability.

"JJ, talk to me," You urged softly, stepping closer. Your voice was calm, trying to soothe the tempest within him. He stopped pacing and turned to face you fully. His expression was a mix of anger and hurt, his jaw clenched tightly. "What the hell were you thinking, Y/N? You could've gotten yourself killed!" His voice cracked slightly, betraying the fear behind his anger. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but you took a deep breath to steady yourself. "He's the scumbag who sells coke to my brother. I know him and what he's capable of. As much of a psychotic asshole as he is, he wouldn't hurt me. Not without facing Rafe's wrath." That only made JJ angrier. "How are you so sure?"

He shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer, the space between you shrinking. "Maybe next time you won't be so lucky, or I won't be there to protect you." His voice was low, almost a growl, and you could see the worry etched into his features, mingling with the anger. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his breathing was ragged. "I'm fine," you replied, trying to sound reassuring. "It's over now." "Over?!" JJ's voice rose, and he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Dammit Y/N, you don't get it!" He screamed, pulling his hair in frustration. "I was fucking terrified. Did you know how scared I felt, watching the woman I love being held at gunpoint?" His voice broke, and you could see the tears welling up in his eyes, though he tried to blink them away.

You opened your mouth, but nothing seemed to come out. The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and significant. "What did you just say?" You finally managed to whisper, your heart pounding in your chest. JJ stayed quiet, almost as if processing the words himself. His breathing slowed, and he looked away, his shoulders slumping. The vulnerability in his stance was palpable, and it hit you just how deeply he cared. This was more than just anger; it was fear of losing someone he couldn't bear to lose. "JJ," You coaxed to stop him from overthinking, knowing that his flight or fight mode was kicking in.

JJ's confession hung in the air, the raw emotion in his voice making your heart ache. You could see the fear and love in his eyes, and it made everything else fade away. The room seemed to shrink, and all that mattered was the two of you, standing there, vulnerable and exposed. "I love you, Y/N," He repeated, his voice softer this time, filled with a desperate need for you to understand. He took a hesitant step closer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of rejection. Your breath hitched, the intensity of the moment overwhelming. Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, your hands reaching up to cup his face. "I'm so sorry, JJ," You whispered, your voice trembling.

"I didn't mean to scare you, but I couldn't just stand there and do nothing either." His eyes softened, the anger melting away as he leaned into your touch. "Just promise me you'll be more careful," He murmured, his forehead resting against yours. "I can't lose you, Y/N." He whimpered leaning his forehead against yours. "You won’t lose me, ever, I promise," You replied, your voice barely above a whisper. Without another word, you both closed the distance between one another, your lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and fervent. It was a kiss that spoke of all the fear, the love, and the relief you both felt. Bodies pressed together, seeking comfort and connection, hearts beating as one.

“And I love you too,” You grinned the second he pulled away giving you both a moment to catch your breaths. “In case that kiss didn’t make it clear enough.” JJ shook his head, only pulling you closer. "What do you say we seal the deal?" JJ grinned suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. "You're lucky I love you." He didn't even give you a chance to finish his sentence before he kissed you again, wanting to show you just how much he meant it. His hands slid down your back, pulling you even closer, the heat between you growing more intense. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in a moment that promised so much more to come.

[stvolanis]

Rafe Cameron would definitely call your breasts “tits”

JJ Maybank would call them some stupid shit like "melons”, or “jugs”, but more commonly, “boobs”.

John B is a simple man. He’d probably refer to them as “his girls”.

Pope Heyward would just call them breasts, but when he’s influenced by JJ, he’d call them milkers.

[maybanksmusings]

THE WALLS ; JJ MAYBANK

SYNOPSIS ; when an unknown face appears in the outer banks searching for a father she's never met, she's unaware of how her life is about to be completely turned upside down.

WARNINGS ; jjmaybank x routledge!oc, strong language, depictions of violence, afab!reader, sexual content, mentions of abuse, drug and alcohol consumption, strangers to lovers, fast burn to slow burn, canon adjacent, not proofread.

AUTHORS NOTE ; changes are being made! see this post to learn more. to me, this part seems a little like a filler, but i want to explore veronica as a character and develop each relationship with each character as something more than a side character, not just honing in on her relationship with jj, which of course is a huge part of the story also.

part one. part two. part three.

when veronica begins to stir, the sun had long set. there was no way of knowing how long the pair had been asleep, all she knew was the lights of the chateau were off and there was a bright pink post it note stuck to jj’s head.

‘gone fishin’. jb pissed.’

pope signed off on the note, a small smiley face drawn inside the o of his name. veronica knew the pouges hadn’t actually gone fishing, that is was some sort of code jj would decipher when he came to.

in this moment, veronica was content. wrapped in the arms of the most beautiful person she’d ever seen.

what could only be described as a war was ongoing in her head. she wasn’t exactly one to believe in love at first sight, she thought this entire ‘spark’ thing was something made up by male authors to keep women reading their shitty romance books to keep them hooked, waiting for it to happen to them.

but then she met jj, and he was like a magnet. every time veronica was in his presence she was mesmerised, whenever he was gone she felt like all the colour was drained from the world.

there was only two problems.

there was a maximum of forty eight hours that they knew each other, add to that he was her brothers best friend, then add to that said brother made it crystal clear that inter-group dating was not allowed.

oh, and then the whole ‘nobody knows i’m his sister but us’ thing.

“you’re staring, baby” jj mumbled, his voice low and tired as he stirred beneath her “can’t say i blame you”

with a sarcastic scoff, veronica sits upright in the hammock, her legs laid out across the blonds lap “just admiring the drool on your face”

“aren’t you funny.”

comfortable silence follows, jj crosses his arms behind his head and blinks the sleep out of his eyes. even though she was staring off into the water, veronica could feel jj’s eyes on her.

“can i help you?” veronica quipped, a teasing lilt to her words as she face the boy in question “use your words, you’ll get there.”

unexpectedly, jj sighs and lets his head fall back “what am i doing?”

veronica knows he didn’t intent for her to hear him, but she did. she would be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed, but she was even more disappointed in herself at the pang of sadness that hit her.

before she can say, or do, anything, jj is sat up a little straighter and speaking again.

“listen, you’re a really cool girl,” he pauses, shaking his head and starting again “you’re hot as shit, damn it!”

barely, veronica manages to mask her giggle with a cough.

“don’t ask me how or why, but i gotta tell you i’m super into you.” he blurts out “yeah, makes no fuckin’ sense, we barely know each other, no pouge on pouge macking, you ain’t feeling me like that-“

her body is moving before her brain can even comprehend what she’s doing, chipped nail polish framing blond hair as she held his face in her hands and pressed their lips together.

then, her brain kicks in, and veronica jumps back like she’d just been burnt.

“fuck, jay i’m so sorry. i wasn’t thinking,”

seconds pass agonisingly slow and veronica can’t help but think about just how badly she had just fucked up.

but she doesn’t get to overthink for long.

a calloused hand tangled in long, brown hair. the other gripping her waist like it was a lifeline, helping her into his lap as his tongue makes its way into her mouth.

the kiss is messy, it’s desperate. like two people drowning, taking in the other like they were air. hands cling to whatever they can, afraid if they let go it would all be over.

any reservations veronica may have had about ‘the spark’ were discarded, undermined even, this wasn’t a spark, it was fireworks.

but fireworks don’t last forever, and when the sound of john b’s rickety van can be heard drawing closer. the newfound excitement being dulled by the shadow known as a protective older brother, a protective best friend.

by the time the missing pouges pour out of the twinkie, veronica and jj are in much less compromising positions, now sitting beside each other trading menial conversation about the earlier events of the day.

“welcome back to the land of the living,” kiara teases, a yellow vape coming up to her mouth as she took a hit “you two were out cold.”

instinctively, veronica’s hand shot out, wordlessly pleading for a hit of her vape. with a groan, kie handed it over.

veronica lets her head fall back against the hard oak of the tree behind her, relishing the feeling of her first hit of nicotine in two days. she had a vape when she left home, but it died before she even made it to the outer banks and being broke meant she couldn’t even go buy a replacement.

“you could’ve woke us up, y’know” jj defended, trying his hardest to act as if nothing happened, reminding himself to stop staring.

pope scoffs, not missing the longing stares sent the brunettes direction but purposefully ignoring them “we tried, it nearly cost us our lives.”

unamused, john b walks past the rest of the group in silence. when he gets to the door of the chateau he looks over his shoulder and nods for veronica to follow.

the girl is suddenly more attentive, climbing over the human embodiment of a golden retriever and padding her way into the house behind the older of the two.

“does the name redfield mean anything to you?” john b questions, passing a beer from the fridge and getting one for himself “like, the surname.”

veronica is quiet, her finger tracing the rim of the can as she goes through every crevice of her brain in search of any name even remotely close, there’s only one.

“chris redfield.” she answers with a nod, popping the tab of the can and taking a swig “but i don’t get how he’s involved.”

“why not? who is he!?”

“a video game character.”

with a huff of annoyance john b drags a chair across the kitchen to sit beside veronica, unscrewing his compass and placing it down on the table. the name ‘redfield’ is carved into the metal.

“we went back to the boat, found a motel key, whatever.” john b shrugs off the rest of their findings, more invested in whoever this redfield person was. “then i remembered when you showed me that note, the one in the compass. then i found this, figured you would know more than i do.”

veronica gently traced the carved metal, it was definitely their fathers scrawl, she’d memorised it from the note she read over and over and over.

it couldn’t be a coincidence, her fathers note asking her to meet, the matching compasses. now this?

“if i’m going to help you, i need to know..” she trailed off, biting at the edges of her nails as she wondered how to phrase her next question “does this have anything to do with dad dying?”

“he’s not dead.” john b’s voice is louder, stern. then his face softens and he tears his gaze away from the compass and to the floor “sorry, just, i know he’s out there. and this? this is proof.”

“john b, i get it.” the younger routledge speaks slowly, trying not to tread on any toes “you’re not the only one who wants him to be alive, that needs to see him. but i don’t see how this—”

“dad found the royal merchant. four hundred million dollars in gold, and he found it. he’s trying to tell us where to find it.”

veronica sighs, fingers rubbing at her tired eyes as she once again tried to think of any connection to any redfield. when it came to family, she only knew the bare minimum, her fathers name and her mothers maiden name.

what she did know, however, was the royal merchant. as a child her father sent her maps and books on birthdays and christmases without fail, until one day they stopped.

“you’ve got books and stuff, right?” she finally asked, not wanting to get either her or john b’s hopes up. a nagging feeling was telling her their dad was alive, but she knew he wouldn’t just up and abandon his son.

the walls of her fathers study feel like they’re closing in on her, john b let her inside and left her to it. veronicas hand ghosts over the framed maps and dusty books. blueprints of ships with her fathers messy scrawl written randomly around the paper.

there’s pictures of john b littered all over the office, all different life stages, a few feature jj and veronica can’t help but smile at the photo of two little boys holding a fish between them.

on the desk there’s a picture frame, immediately veronica recognises her mother, years younger and a gentle hand placed on her tummy. in the same frame, there’s an ultrasound that veronica almost bypassed as john b, but when she looked at the date it was a long time after he was born.

it was her ultrasound.

it was her in her moms tummy, framed and proudly placed right on her fathers desk.

everything comes back at once. finding the note, and in turn the years worth of letters her mother had hidden from her. the dateline special with john b pleading for information about his father, their father. the fight with her mother, packing a bag in the middle of the night and making her way to the address stored safely inside her compass.

the tears don’t register until they hit the glass of the frame, the last few weeks of pent up anger, sadness and hurt bubbling over from the flame that single photo sparked.

her dad loved her.

for years she’d heard about her absent father, then the absent father that passed when she was a baby. the father who didn’t want the responsibility of a child and ran away once he found out.

but the letters, the compass, this picture? john routledge loved the daughter he was forbidden from seeing, from the second he knew about her he loved her.

and now he was dead.

a sudden wave of anger rushes from her head to her toes, glass shattering when she throws the dusty old frame against the wall with a scream. papers fly and maps fall from the walls as she turns her fathers office into her own personal rage room.

the racket coming from the small room shakes the chateau, so it’s no surprise when the pouges come crashing through the door.

the pouges eyes briefly flash with fear when their eyes land on the destruction caused by the newest arrival, but it’s quickly replaced by a familiar sadness when veronica crumples to the ground, screaming as loud as her lungs would allow for them to get out.

they don’t know what’s wrong, but it doesn’t matter. veronica was now considered a friend, and they gathered that’s what she needed right about now.

jj is the first to enter, drawing closer slowly as if he were being cautious “it’s okay, ronnie.” he mutters softly, dodging shattered glass as he knelt beside her “we’re here, we got you.”

kiara, john b and pope are close behind, wrapping veronica in what could only be described as a group hug until her tears subsided.

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[jjssweetlover]

boyfriend!john b is a biter!!! doesn’t matter if it’s during a make out or if you guys are just sitting in each others company. he will bite!!

you two were in the chateau on the couch. everyone seemed to be away today, but out of danger. so perfect opportunity to make out, right?

your hands connected at the back of his head while his hands cupped your cheeks. he was laying on top of you, slowly trailing his kisses away from your mouth and onto your neck. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, fingers running through his hair.

you were lost in the utter bliss of the feeling. you didn’t know making out could actually feel good until you did it with john b. your thoughts were quickly drawn from your mind when you felt a slightly painful pinch followed by a wet kiss. you tilted your head back up and pushed his head up to meet your gaze.

“did you— did you just bite me?” your words came out through giggles. he didn’t answer for a moment, he kissed your jaw and hummed.

“maybe”

his tone was smug and it only made you wanna laugh more. you couldn’t tell if what he just did was cute or if you were just in the heat of the moment.

no, it was definitely cute. attractive, even. sloppy kisses began to pepper your skin again, the occasional pinch of his teeth and the soothe of his tongue after.

you were so obsessed with him it was insane. it kinda made you wanna bite him back.

[insidekatmind]

A special awakening- Pope Heyward

wearning: +18,smut

The first ray of sunshine filters through the semi-open curtains of the small room. The light hits your face, forcing you to squint and slowly stretch under the covers. The familiar smell of saltwater and men’s shampoo envelops you, and you feel the warmth of Pope’s body next to you.

Turn your head and watch him sleep. Her breath is slow and steady, his lips slightly closed, and his messy curls frame his face with a sweetness that makes you smile. You bite your lower lip, holding back a laugh. "How is it that it looks so good even while sleeping?" You think, your heart beating slowly but firmly in the chest.

You can’t take your eyes off him. His chest rises and falls with a calm that reassures you. You’ve always loved the peace and quiet that comes with it. But this morning you have something different in mind. Something more playful.

Gently, you move under the covers, being careful not to wake him up immediately. Your fingers slide down his muscular arm, following the line of his obvious veins. He moves barely, a low moan comes out of his lips, but does not wake up. He is too used to feel you close.

"Pope..." whispers, the tone of your voice is sweet but mischievous. Not receiving an answer, you approach his ear and leave a light kiss on his lobe. "Hey... wake up..." You hum softly, the lips that touch his skin.

He makes a confused sound, something in between a sigh and a moan. "Mmh... five minutes..." Mumbles with his voice, stirred by sleep, pulling the blankets up to cover himself.

You laugh, clenching your lips so as not to burst out laughing too loud. "Five minutes, say?" You murmur, with a spark of provocation in your eyes. "I don’t think so, love..." And without giving him time to react, you slip under him, taking his cock and starting to stroke it.

"Hey... what are you doing?" he asks in a still husky voice, but now his eyes are half-closed and staring at you with lust. He watches you as you tilt your head to the side, the mischievous smile on your face.

"Special wake up call," whispers with innocent air, but the way you moved your hand on his dick is anything but innocent.

Pope’s eyes are wide open, now alert. His hands find your hair immediately, caressing it as you look at it with eyes full of lust that make you shiver. "Huh, so that’s how you want to play this morning, yeah?" he asks with a half smile showing his perfect teeth.

"If you don’t like it, I can stop..." you do to lift your hand, but his hands immediately lay on your shoulders so you won’t move

"Don’t you dare..." he replies, his dark eyes now shining a different light. His voice is deeper, more stony, and you know exactly what it means.

You move your hand faster over his cock and every now and then you lick it with your tongue without ever putting it in your mouth making him moan. It stares at you with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster.

"You know we could be like this all day..." murmurs, the voice steeped in desire as his hands glide down your hair, caressing it slowly.

"Maybe..." you reply with a fake thoughtful tone, moving your hand a little faster just to provoke it. "But we also have to get up sooner or later, you know? The boys are waiting for us..."

"The boys can wait," he says without even thinking about it. His hands are a little tight on your hair and then raise the hips making you take his cock in the mouth and began to guide your movements. "This morning you’re mine."

Groaning at his words and how he was moving his hips against your mouth, fucking you. You began to suck and twist your tongue without ever taking your eyes from him who was moaning blissfully.

"So beautiful" Pope muttered as he watched you suck his dick.

Pope increased the push of his hips even more by choking you and you groaned while he abused your mouth but you didn’t care, you liked to take his big dick. With two more strokes he gave you his load of cum and you swallowed it all.

You slowly lifted his cock from your mouth as he tried to catch his breath for the strong orgasm he had. Smile and ride up against him to kiss him.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me..." whispers Pope close to your lips.

Smile at his lips before kissing him passionately, the breaths mixing as the heat grows between you. The room feels even warmer now, and the sun’s rays illuminate your bodies wrapped around each other. Every caress, every touch is a call to mutual desire.

[mayanneaa]

between the waves - ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ.

PAIRING : bf!jj maybank x reader

SUMMARY : you finally get to go on your surf trip with jj.

WARNING(S) : pure fluff hehe, not proofread

A/N : dividers by @roseraris

WC : 0.6k

masterlist.

You drag your surfboard through the hot sands of a Cancún beach. The sun is high in the sky and you are grateful you convinced JJ to use more sunscreen than usual.

You two have just arrived, starting your big surf trip. JJ's been planning it for ages and promised it will be great once it starts.

He didn't even leave much time to unpack at your Airbnb. Ten minutes after getting the key JJ literally begged you to go for a quick surf. And, of course, how can you refuse his puppy eyes?

"Come on, princess!" JJ yells, already dipping his feet in the water. He's practically buzzing with excitement like a little kid, and a smile creeps onto your lips. "The waves are so good here, I swear!"

You make it to his side and feel the waves brush your ankles. He's right. It looks like surfing here has to be fun. Your hands are resting on your hips when an idea comes to mind.

"Bet I'll catch better ones than you?"

You know exactly what just sparked in his mind. He grins, eyes glistening. “You? I’m sorry, baby, but you are challenging the best surfer in the Outer Banks. There’s no way you’ll beat me.”

“Sounds like someone’s scared…” You snort and run in deeper, throwing your body onto the surfboard and paddling through the water.

The smell of salt and sunscreen surrounds you, and the pull of the ocean feels like home.

Not long after, JJ follows, his giggles likely audible to everyone at the beach. The bigger wave is coming straight at you. You steal a glance at JJ as you stand up—his golden locks are already wet, droplets clinging to his tanned skin. A wide smile lights up his face, and you feel the warmth in your heart grow.

But you can't let him win.

Water roars into your ears. With your smooth cuts you know you've got the win in your pocket. Your surfboard stays steady as you shift your weight and ride the wave, JJ close behind. One second he comes close, dangerously close, his arms ready to push you. It's now or never.

You take a sharp turn, the sudden movement throwing JJ off his board into the water with a loud splash. You let out a laugh as you see him appearing over the surface, hair sticking to his face.

"That was so rigged!" he shouts, swimming over to you.

"Rigged? It's just karma for trying to push me!"

You hear him groan and before you notice, he pulls you into the water by your leg. You fall with a soft scream, quickly breaking into a burst of laughter.

You swim out, your bikini soaking. A shiver runs through you, and you notice JJ staring at you, with an expression you can’t decode.

“What?”

He’s silent for a moment, just scanning you as a whole, until he comes closer and answers, “Just… being here with you? It’s everything I dreamed of.”

The corners of his mouth go up as he leans in and softly kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck, letting out a muffled giggle into his lips.

This is perfect. The prettiest beach you’ve ever been to, stunning waves just waiting for you to get them, and JJ. You couldn't wish for anything more.

The kiss is slow; he savors every second of it. When you pull away, his lips instinctively follow after yours. JJ's hot breath fans across your face, making your cheeks flush bright red.

"Don't think kissing me will make me forget about your loss," you say, and a chuckle escapes his lips.

"Guess I’ll have to try harder, princess?"

[raribella]

Love is Embarrassing | JJ Maybank

summary: although JJ had promised your brother he wouldn’t ever hurt you, you saw him kissing Kie while you were on a break.

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader

genre: emotionally heavy anst, fluff in the end

contains: reader being a real bitch, mentions of Luke and parental abuse, inspired by some songs in the album “GUTS” by Olivia Rodrigo, kinda shitty ending but let me know.

word count: 2,7k

author’s note: alright I know I’ve been MIA and a bitch and I haven’t posted anything in months (worse if you see how much stuff is on my “upcoming works” section), but I’ve just had a lot of ideas, little time and little confidence to write. one of my best friends just showed me obx and I’m in love with this blonde and I got (I think) a spoiler about him and Kie and I just had to do something with my feelings.

This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters of Outer Banks nor any characteristic of the show. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.

“If I fuck up with her that might as well be the last thing I do in my life, John B! I mean it!”

the words that JJ heatedly uttered to your twin brother the day he found out about the two of you were repeating over and over in your head right now. You remembered it all too well; John B was seething, absolutely pissed, seeing red. You and JJ Maybank knew each other for as long as he and your brother were best friends, when you turned 14, he declared to all the Pogues that you were off limits, and about two months ago, you and JJ started seeing each other. One month into it and JB discovered you, which was easy considering JJ already spent most of his time with both of you at the Chateau. JJ promised his best friend that he wouldn’t fuck up with you because two things mattered the most for him in this life; their friendship, and yourself.

But as of lately, he was having some problems with Luke and he asked for some time “out” so he could figure his shit out without involving or hurting you and you disagreed but you’d do pretty much anything in this world for this man so you decided to say yes.

To his bullshit.

Bullshit, you figured out about half an hour ago, when you heard a confusing conversation between him and Kiara – the perfect one – and when you went outside to track the noise, you saw them kissing.

You were fifteen minutes late to leave for the weekly kegger and you forced yourself to lock yourself in the bathroom and call in sick – because that you were, and you wouldn’t handle being out partying and pretending like seeing the kooks, and seeing them two wouldn’t make you feel the same type of nausea at this moment.

Sarah was the third person to try and make you get out of the bathroom. The first being your brother and the second, Pope. Although you were thankful neither JJ nor Kie had tried to talk to you, when you heard your best friend’s voice, you were actually starting to feel sick, you were having a migraine from holding tears up, and you were sweating.

“Y/n, come on! You were so excited to come not even an hour ago, we’re already late and I don’t see why wouldn’t you want to come”

Your vision was blurry as you palmed the door and laid your forehead on it. Sarah realized that you really weren’t coming when she heard your voice crack.

“Sarah please, just, go on out without me this one time, I need not to be there right now and I also need to be alone please don’t ask me questions I can’t handle to answer you this moment I promise-“

As you rambled, she frowned from the other side of the door. Making sure to get everyone to leave for the Kegger, to try and remember asking you about this later on, and to reassure John B that you were actually okay.

You’ve been successfully avoiding JJ for about two weeks now. It started with enough discretion, allegedly going to the bathroom every time he entered a room, or offering everyone any snacks you would spend too much time preparing in the kitchen. For him, it started getting obvious when you looked the other way when he looked at you at the beach, or when you refused to surf and, as of recently, started slamming the doors on him. JJ was getting pissed at this rate. He started by simply frowning and brushing it off, but you couldn’t just keep slamming doors and not even looking at him, and if everyone else noticed, they just wouldn’t budge! The worst part is that he didn’t know what had happened nor if he could fix it. You understood him when he told you he needed time to figure out some stuff with Luke, but the truth was he was still very much freaked out about that. He still loved you, and he couldn’t afford to see you like this anymore, especially when such behavior was being directed at him. JJ missed you. Even if he couldn’t really figure his shit out, he missed you screaming at the top of your lungs as you entered the sea, he missed your smile, your laidback grin that he was the only receiver of, he missed your colorful bikinis, and how they embraced your features as you would jump onto every wooden swing near the shore, your curly hair flying everywhere filled with salt spray. He just missed you, the real you. And he had to talk to you to see if there was even a chance that he could get you back.

You, on the other hand, kept avoiding the questioning looks the pogues would send you every time you were harsh or avoidant at JJ, your brother even attempted to talk to you, silently, just with glances, and figure out if his best friend had hurt you. But even if he did, it only hurt because you loved him too much, and you decided it was best to protect him from John B’s wrath. You felt embarrassed whenever Kiara questioned you with her eyes as well; you felt embarrassed to be near her. You kept crucifying yourself and both her and JJ because of everything, often zoning out of the conversation and just bitterly reminiscing about the times you consoled your boyfriend as he cried late at night in your room, being gentle with his bruises. – thinking how could you be so stupid? giving up everything, betting on him against your brother’s better judgment. You kept paying attention to Kie and how, since that day, she looked like the sweetest thing of the Cut, the fucking hell-side of the island. Her perfume lingered in the air even at the beach and made you feel sick; you saw her everywhere now, even when you looked at him. You saw the scene of them kissing. Feeling every word she would utter toward you in conversation like bullets on your skin. As it was torture how she was the greatest thing to ever exist – how everyone loved her, how she was so much better than you; poisoning everything that you do and still being the sweetest friend, making you despise how rotten your mind was; how jealous your eyes were.

You were bottled up to the brim.

It started out simple enough. JJ had noticed everyone was doing their own thing at the Chateau; John B was absent for the time being, and you were alone on the couch, fidgeting, focused on whatever. It seemed like the perfect window to try and have an actual conversation about what’s been happening. He just didn’t expect it all to escalate so quickly. He didn’t expect you to have seen a part of his conversation with Kiara about his dad – but not everything, not the ending. – He hadn’t expected a conversation with you of all people to become a bomb with a short fuse that would explode into feelings tainted crimson. watching you bleed, making him bleed all over for you.

"Pogues don't mack on pogues, y/n! this shit freaked me out, your brother finding out freaked me out, yeah, even if he’s my best friend and I was afraid that-”

“Oh, so you go ‘round and fucking get with Kiara?! this is fucking bullshit, JJ! bullshit-

“Y/n, listen to me!”

You both were screaming, Kie’s eyes went wide as she tried calling your name as well but you had already started crying and couldn’t pay attention to anyone but him. At this point, as John B arrived at the Chateau and followed the noise, the people around you calming you down couldn’t be sure if they were afraid of his arrival or actually relieved. You kept interrupting each other. JJ pulled his hair and you pointed at yourself and to your side – as if Kiara was still there – strength marking red fingertips above your chest.

“‘Cause she’s not even a real pogue, right?! that’s why you got so confident about it, huh?”

it was almost as if the room went silent. Kiara decided to step outside to give you space; to take a moment to breathe in and take notice that you didn’t mean that. She was sure you didn’t. The rest of the group started to move aside as well although they could obviously still hear the commotion. Only you, John B, and JJ were in the living room. Your brother grabbed your shoulders from behind trying to ground you in any way he could, JJ growing nervous at the rate of the conversation and his friend’s presence.

You looked into his eyes and it was as if the blue in them was slowly fading, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth twisted in a clearly upset frown. As tears stained your cheeks, pride still overpowering your shame and feelings pent up, you started with more meaningless empty jabs, which, said angrily enough, would only make JJ bleed more as he fell silent himself.

“I really loved you, you know? You gotta laugh at the stupidity.. right? Come on you were going around doing that shit and I swear JJ I used to think was really smart… I was just a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked-up little thrill for you, tho… best friend’s little twin… ridiculous.”

At that, John B diverted his attention toward his friend with stern questioning eyes. JJ gulped.

“Look, man I just really need to talk to her and explain myself, ‘aight? I didn’t do what- Things are really not what they seem right now and I need her to-“

“Fuck, JJ, that’s bullshit! How can you not even flinch when you fucking lie like that! Things are just like what they seem you never even fucking loved me! You can’t love anyone, ‘cause that would mean you had a heart, right? But you’re a fucking Maybank! And I really tried to help you out all this time but now I know that I can’t!”

You were calming down, but exploded again, as the words left your mouth though, you started regretting them, the most deeply someone could ever regret anything maybe, worsening by the second as you saw the man you still loved muttering a small “no”, cracking at your words and shedding a tear. As Kiara heard what you said from the outside, she didn’t even think before bursting into the house again, turning every head in her direction.

“Y/n you’re spiraling and you’re saying things you’ll fucking regret! I kissed him, alright?! This is my fault. He stopped me, he loves you and he wouldn’t do that, okay?”

Though the words she was muttering were calming you down, she was calling you out, she was absolutely mad at what you said about JJ’s father because she had context and it was really fucked up. You felt small.

“Kiss?!” John B asked, his eyebrows shooting up. It wasn’t his intention to aggravate the situation but it was his little sister involved. JJ tried to start talking and explain the situation – which Kiara had left him to, but he could really only think about one thing.

“I- uh… did you mean it? What you said.”

JJ rarely expressed any sign of vulnerability, so as his voice broke, you felt like your heart did too, rushing to explain yourself now, and trying to get closer to him.

“I didn’t mean it, J, I really didn’t! God, I don’t even know how you can still even look at me right now I’m so sorry I was just so fucking broken at the idea of you che- of losing you, and I- I thought you had found someone else and I damn near started world war III right now and it’s just because I love you so much and I know you don’t deserve another fucked up demonstration of love, you deserve to feel so good, Jay, and I’m really sorry, I love you so so much, and I will understand if you never-“

You were interrupted by the shock of his own body against yours. The both of you were panting, crying, completely tired sighs leaving each mouth as if this was all going on for days and you were so hurt, yet needing each other so much. John B and Kiara were ‘okay’ enough with the newfound situation to leave you both to your own devices again, and you just clung to one another, sitting on the floor for what felt like hours until he decided to speak again.

“Y/n… I asked for us to take some time because it was becoming too real, y’know? What we felt for each other.. it was, touchable- it is. And when everyone else found out, and then John B… You know I don’t talk about this usually, not with anyone but you, but I didn’t want my dad to find out about us, to find out about you. I don’t want him knowing what you are for me I don’t want him knowing that laying a single finger on you can be worse than any punch he could throw my way. And I wanted to figure this out without you knowing about it because you’d say it’s fine, and I-“

As your mind processes his words, you start to think how in the world you got a man whose the first concern about a monster of a father would be you. How could you deserve it, especially after what you had insinuated about him. “It is! It’s fine, honey, we can-“

“No, y/n it’s not fine because I don’t ever want you to even worry your pretty little head about a situation like that, y’know? And It’s not fine because the pogues are my family and the love I feel for you, if anything would happen to you because of him I’ll be damned, damned, and in jail for murder, you can trust me I will.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. All you could do was keep the hold you had on each other, slightly caressing his head.

“Since I didn’t want you to know about it, I went to Kie, that night of the Kegger, and she tried to help me and she said she loved me and I did too but then she kissed me and I assume it’s what you saw but I did step back, I promise! I told her off… Y/n I told your brother that if I intentionally hurt you, if I fucked up with you like this then that might as well be the last thing I did in my life and I mean it. I love you so much, little Routledge, and I’m all in now. We can figure shit out as we go but as long as we have each other, okay?”

As JJ spoke, he held your hands, reassuring you at the end. Hours had passed ever since you started talking, so when the pogues felt everything was calmer they decided to go back in the house slowly – figure out how you were, what were the plans for the night.

“Do you really forgive me for what I said? I will understand, J, I’m so, so sorry, I love you so much” You touched your forehead with his, and JJ sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I love you. I love you, y/n… can’t be without you.”

And as you both kissed each other as if you were making up for ages lost, Sarah smiled at the corner of the room, John B interrupting the show. “Come on with the PDA, love birds… What are we doing tonight, then?” He half-heartedly scolded as you got up, hand glued to the blonde's. You let out a big sigh again, before brushing them off with an honest, but half-assed excuse, already making the way to your room.

“I mean, you could go to Heyward’s… I think we’ll just lie down a bit.. ‘twas kinda draining…” you saw a bunch of side smiles as the group left through the door, Sarah grinned, letting out a puff of air through her nose, and when Pope went to close the door, he screamed back in the direction of your room, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” which earned a scream back from an already lying down JJ, “might as well not do anything!” and for the first time in a while, you laughed, making your way to lie on top of him, his embrace being all you needed.

“You know… we could go out to surf tomorrow,” he offered, still missing the sight of a happy you, your bikini, and the ocean.

“First thing in the morning.” You answered.

[vampiretendencies]

request; jj blurb idea! wearing his clothes for the first time/him seeing you in his clothes for the first time. maybe showering at the chateau but you didn’t bring anything so he gives you a tshirt! hehe literally kicking my feet under the table rn

pairing; jj x fem!reader

warnings; fluff, maybe suggestive

authors note; i was doing the same when you sent this anon in love with this idea ! (req a blurb from below w what’s left on the prompt list, or send in blurb, imagines, & fic ideas) a few more hours until season 3!

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The opportunity to wear JJ’s clothes tainted your thoughts undoubtedly.

Not only because it belonged to him but because everything about JJ’s wardrobe, is so JJ.

No problem with repping any and everything that belonged to your infamous boyfriend. Wether it be wearing his pair of boxers as shorts, a wife beater to slumber in, or a random tee shirt to go out in broad day light.

You just longed for his material to be around your figure.

Congenial and adequate, soft yet comfortable— all elements of his clothes that are alike with JJ.

They are his clothes, after all.

“JJ let go of me!”

Stood smack in the the middle of JJ’s room at the chateau. His window partially open, wind bristling from the night air, making its way through. Whilst the hard wood floors beneath the two of you tracked the imprints of your feet. Bed rolled around in, from you forcing JJ off of you then— merely to let you get up and off of the bed to shower, that you did. Since you came out though, wearing little clothing, (given that there wasn't much of your own items lying around at the Chateau) he hasn't let you be.

He encapsulates you with his sinewy arms, body swallowing you whole. Whilst you forcefully push your hands against his broad, shirtless chest— the skin mellow and thick. Indentations of your miniature hands marking his skin, like your were a rag doll; screaming for dear life.

All JJ could muster was a low, raspy chuckle.

“Say you won’t leave.”

JJ wanted to make love to you all day long.

Not sex.

But emotionally.

To emotionally make love, to have and hold. A day full of luster, every millisecond spent around or with you. To confide in and maybe even shrink you and put you in his pocket.

A keepsake.

“You know I can’t, I don’t have another change of clothes.”

Behind every ‘can’t’ JJ miraculously finds a way, opportunity at hand to see you clad in something of his.

“Lets find you something of mine?”

JJ flicks his tongue, peering down at you due to the fact that he knows he’s won and you aren’t moving a muscle. His hands maneuver themselves to the lower part of your ass, hands habitually grasp the masses with a squeeze of his hands.

“Are you gonna’ give me something to wear then or what?”

You hid your secret giddiness inside, not wanting to be the one to initiate this sentiment— things seemingly working themselves out anyway.

“Actually, baby … just fuckin’ walk around naked … s’even better.”

He acknowledges the glint in your eye, possibly even a twitch that says, ‘get me some damn clothes before I wring your neck.’

“Okay okay, whatcha’ thinkin’ a little Heywards t-shirt action … Bait Shop shirt … ?”

He let go of you distastefully, instantly salivating for the contact again. Walking over to the wooden drawers of his dresser, pulling out multiple options— signaling you to come over and pick.

“Surprise me.”

And you turn around, facing the emptiness of his room, that wasn’t his room, but nonetheless. Rummaging was heard as he hummed and mumbled minuscule things to himself.

“Turn around, pretty girl.”

An off-black brownish t-shirt is thrown into your hands. A decor in the upper left side that read ‘Sex Wax Est 2005’, font circular and embellished with stars on either end.

“Your turn-“

He was already turning around, the gentlemen that he prided on being. You grinned at the cotton beneath your digits, bringing it up to your nose— though it had been washed, his powerful musk still retained it. The silky sensation of yeasty beer and a freshly rolled blunt encompassed your senses.

“Need more time?”

“Just a second, J.”

If only he knew your fixation was obsessive beforehand.

“I’ll just be here … y’know ... missin' my girl."

Feet away, physical touch being his love language fully had a choke hold on him per usual.

After you were done with your inspection you pulled the thin material of your cropped cami past your shoulders, bra clasped tight to your back. Leaving you to remove those lacey pocketed shorts that adorned your body; his shirt lazily pulled past your head, drowning you in its bigger size, falling just to your mid thigh.

The sole way to sleep with JJ disclosed.

You felt more his than you ever had in the past; claiming his array of bib and tucker with exuberance.

His baby suffocating in him.

You cleared your throat gesturing for him to turn around, his mouth gaping open as he's awe struck; open long enough that you were impressed something didn't fly in it.

"Shit you look better than me!"

Ogle eyes whilst his mouth formed a tight-lipped smile, stomach churning and insides wavering at the woman he chose to take part in his life with him.

It may be a shirt to most, but with his person inside of it made it all the more nostalgic, heart growing tender.

"C'mere gotta get a better look at you."

Following suit you step forward to him, lips instantly connecting with your jaw with pure infatuation.

"S'perfect baby."

"Yeah? Think I can pass as the new JJ Maybank?" In the same position the two of you were in minutes ago, except grins are wider and souls aching all the more for eachother; and you mocked him.

"Pass me a beer and a J."

[d0llfaac3]

Perv!JJ maybank

Warning: MDNI 18+ perv!bestfriend!JJ, surfer!f!reader, allot of beach themes, mentions of masturbation and filthy thoughts, probably some weird shit too lmao

Perv!JJ is the type of guy to hear your name being mentioned and get a boner like the time John B said something as a passing remark and joke while you where there, causing JJ to have to cover his groin with his jacket.

Perv!JJ is the type of guy to knock at your door with some $5 scuba gear and wanting you to go with him just so he can see you in a swimsuit.

Perv!JJ is the type of guy to hear you having girly chats with Kiara and Sarah and start jerking off to your voice talking about god knows what..

Perv!JJ is the type of guy to buy you an ice cream imagining that your lips where around his dick instead of the stupid ice cream.

Perv!JJ is the type of guy who when he finally got you alone at a party would be all over you, kissing, leaving little hickeys, he just wanted you..

Perv!JJ is the type of guy who would want to touch you everywhere any time he saw you.

Perv!JJ is the type of guy to get you to sit on his lap while he’s pushing his boner into your ass cheek

Sorry guys that’s all I could think of rn :( it’s like 3am

[maybanksprincess]

jj with a sick girlfriend ◡̈

warnings: none, absolute fluff!!

pairings: boyfriend!jj x girlfriend!reader

liahs note ◡̈ — i made a fluffy blurb because we need more jj fluff on tumblr!! hes such a cutie ◡̈

you called jj over about 30 minutes ago, expecting to see just him at the door. but when you got to the door and swung it open, on the other side was your boyfriend holding three different grocery bags, and a few other things. he slides through the door and sets his bags down, putting a hand on your lower back to pull you into him.

"hi beautiful," he greets with a warm smile before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

you let out a soft giggle at the sudden feeling of his wet lips on ur forehead, responding with a "hi," before getting on your tippy toes a bit to press a small kiss to his cheek. "whats all this for?" you ask with an eyebrow raised, curiosity peaked.

he chuckles and looks down at the few grocery bags on the counter, now pulling items out of it. "stuff for you" he says, going over to your stove to start making the soup he bought.

you roll your eyes in a playful manner, used to your boyfriends antics at this point, so you let him do his thing while you go sit on the couch and watch your comfort show.

after ten minutes jj rounds the corner with a bowl of soup and a cup of water, along with a heating pad tucked in the crook of his arm.

you pause the show to look at him, raising a brow quizzically, "baby whats that?" you ask in a confused tone, your eyes shifting from the heating pad to the food in his hands.

he chuckles, "'s for you pretty girl." he responds as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, with a gentle eye roll. "i know you weren't feeling good today, and i wanna help in any way i can." he says, following his words with a soft kiss to ur temple.

he places the soup & water on the coffee table, going to the nearest outlet to plug in the heating pad and placing it on your lower tummy, draping a soft blanket over ur lap over it. he grabs a box of tissues he also picked up from the store and leaves it by your side, for when your nose clears up.

you can't help but be overwhelmed with the amount of thought and time he put into this, especially over a small cold that would be gone in a few days. "baby you didn't have t—" he interrupts you by placing a finger over your lips, gently shushing you, "im happy too, sweetheart. i just want you to feel better." he says, kissing your forehead affectionately, pulling you close to his side.

"i love you jay,"

"i love you too mama"

[shortnspidey]

DROWNING IN THE DARK

jj maybank x fem!kook!reader || WC: 2.4K

SUMMARY: A storm brews over Kildare Island, mirroring the growing turmoil within. After a tense encounter with his father, JJ’s anxiety spirals out of control. Seeking solace, he turns to the only person he seeks the comfort of, but the newfound relationship, still tender and fragile, is tested by the intensity of his emotions. As the storm rages outside, a more profound storm rages within JJ, leaving him lost and uncertain.

WARNINGS: established relationship, talks of anxiety, fear of storms, self-defeating thoughts, implied abuse, heavy angst with a happy ending

A/N: should I have been working on my homework instead of writing this ... probably but I couldn't help myself! We're also going to pretend the ending of OBX 4 did not exist! Divider by @marvelstoriesepic

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Kildare Island was no stranger to storms. They were as much a part of the island’s identity as the weathered pilings and the salty sea breeze. But this storm was different. The salty wind whipped through the narrow streets, carrying with it the scent of impending rain. As the sky darkened, a sense of unease settled over the island. For JJ, the storm outside mirrored the tempest brewing within. A recent argument with his father had left him feeling raw and exposed.

His mind, once a carefree ocean of thoughts, was now a tumultuous sea, each wave of anxiety threatening to drown him. Ignoring his father's parting words, likely a stinging rebuke, JJ slammed the door shut, the echo of his anger filling the silent house. Stepping out into the storm, he was oblivious to the rain soaking his clothes and the distant rumble of thunder, a harbinger of the chaos to come. With one final, lingering glance at the house that had never truly felt like home, he turned away, his determination resolute.

He strode towards his battered motorcycle, the keys igniting with a defiant roar. As the engine roared to life, he disappeared into the night, leaving behind the storm within and the storm without. In reality, he had no idea where he was going. The Château was out of the question; John B and Sarah were likely seeking shelter together, and after his last unexpected encounter, it was best avoided. Pope was probably grounded, a consequence of their latest escapade. And Kiara's parents, ever wary of his influence, would not welcome him with open arms.

Which left only one option, a risky one at that. You. JJ still couldn’t quite believe he had managed to convince you, a Kook, to talk to him, a Pogue, let alone spend any significant amount of time with him. Much less how he had managed to become your boyfriend. Your worlds were as different as night and day. You were the epitome of grace and poise, a creature of refined taste and elegant manners. He, on the other hand, was a tempestuous force of nature, a product of his upbringing, raw and untamed.

Yet, there was an undeniable connection between you, a magnetic pull that drew you together despite your differences. Almost as if it was muscle memory, or maybe it was his subconscious, he pulled up to your house, a mix of anticipation and dread filling his chest. Your family’s grand, imposing home stood in stark contrast to the weathered houses of The Cut. It was a world apart, a world he didn't quite belong in. That's when he felt it. The rush of anxiety he believed to be gone immediately resurfaced, the familiar knot tightened in his stomach.

Placing a hand on his chest, the only way he had ever learned to self-soothe, he tried to get as much air in his lungs as he could. He didn’t know if it was the rain, the storm, or the thought of facing you looking like a complete wreck that was the cause of his state. The tension in his shoulders, the knot in his stomach, and the rapid beating of his heart were all signs of the anxiety that threatened to consume him. "JJ," A voice cut through his thoughts, startling him. He looked up to see your father standing on the porch, a few feet away. It was as if his brain had played a cruel trick on him, conjuring up a figure from his worst nightmares.

He immediately stopped his pacing and stiffened up expecting a tirade of insults or a physical altercation. His heart pounded in his chest as he turned to face your father, his eyes scanning the man's face for any signs of anger. He'd learned early on to anticipate the storm before it hit, to brace himself for the inevitable. But it never came. Instead the eyes of the man in front of him softened, taking in his disheveled appearance. "What are you doing out here so late?" Your father asked, his voice laced with nothing but sheer curiosity. "I-" JJ's voice trailed off, completely caught off guard by the unexpected kindness.

He'd always been wary of your father, viewing him as a formidable opponent. Of course, your relationship was still new and "meeting the parents" was never really brought up. However, in this moment, he saw a different side of the man, a side that hinted at empathy and understanding. "C-Can I please see Y/N?" He had managed to stammer out, barely recognizing his voice. This was it. This was the moment your father would shoot him execution style on your front porch. But for the second time that evening, JJ was surprised to see your father opening the front door and turning back to him.

"What are you waiting for, son?" Your father coaxed, gesturing towards the open doorway. "You'll just get sicker the longer you wait out there." His tone was gentle, almost paternal, but JJ couldn't shake the feeling that he was being treated like a stray animal. He hesitated, taking a cautious step forward as if expecting a trap to snap shut. "Y/N should be upstairs," your father continued, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "If I had known you were coming over, I would have set a plate for you at the dinner table." JJ's jaw dropped. Could he have heard that right? Was your father actually inviting him to join the family for dinner?

It was a surreal moment, one that he couldn't quite comprehend. Just as he was about to thank your father for his unexpected kindness, your voice cut through the silence. "JJ?" The blonde boy's face softened as he turned to see you standing a few feet away. "H-Hey, pretty girl," he stammered, his heart pounding in his chest. An overwhelming urge to pull you into his arms surged through him, but he hesitated, mindful of your father's presence. He should have known better than to let his guard down.

Before he could think twice, you had already closed the distance, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck in a bone-crushing hug. The force of the embrace nearly knocked the two of you off your feet. "You're shaking," You murmured, concern etched on your face. "Is everything okay?" You parted from the hug, but kept a firm hand on his arms, feeling his cold skin beneath your palms. "It is now." He nodded, offering a weak, forced smile. “You’re in good hands, son," Your father's voice broke the silence. "See you both in the morning.” You gave your father a reassuring smile before guiding JJ upstairs.

JJ's eyes scanned the room, taking in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the scattered books on the nightstand, and the framed photos on the dresser. He'd never been in your room before, and it felt oddly intimate. A sense of peace washed over him as he stood in the middle of your room, the warmth of your presence comforting. “You know,” you began, breaking the silence as you shut your bedroom door, “I’m glad you’re here.” He turned to face you, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Me too,” He replied, his voice barely a whisper. "I just wished you didn't do it in the middle of a storm." You chastised pacing around the room.

JJ watched as you pulled out clothes out of a drawer and gave him a look. “Strip.” His eyes nearly budged out of his head at your words. You, his innocent girlfriend who blushed at any of his sexual innuendos was commanding him to get naked. His mind raced as he tried to process what you’d just said as you handed him a pair of your sweatpants and a t-shirt. "What? Why?" He stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. You rolled your eyes playfully. "You’re soaking wet, and I don’t want you to get sick. Plus, these are way more comfortable than those jeans you’re wearing." You turned your back to him, giving him some privacy.

As he slowly undressed, a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement washed over him. He'd never been so vulnerable in front of you before. When he was finally changed, he turned to face you, feeling a bit self-conscious. You smiled at him, a warm and inviting smile. "Much better," You said, taking his hand. "Now, let's get you warmed up." You led him to your bed, the soft mattress inviting. "Get in." You ordered, a playful glint in your eye. He hesitated for a moment, but then climbed onto the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. You sat beside him, your legs tucked beneath you. "You know," You began, "I've missed you." Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

JJ's heart pounded in his chest. He turned to face you, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've missed you too," He admitted. A comfortable silence fell between you two. Scooting closer to him, you gently pushed a strand of his sun-kissed blonde hair away from his cerulean eyes, a detail you'd always adored. In response, he wrapped a strong arm around your waist, as if he was afraid you might vanish into thin air. "Penny for your thoughts?" You whispered, your voice barely audible. You knew something was amiss. The usual witty banter and teasing remarks were absent, replaced by an unusual quietude. You didn't want to pry, not if he wasn't ready to share.

Upon hearing your words JJ hesitated. He knew he should tell you, confess his deepest, darkest secrets. But the fear of losing you, of you realizing the truth about him and rejecting him, paralyzed him. You were everything he wasn't, everything he longed for. You were kind, understanding, and patient. He didn't deserve you. He had grown up in a world of violence and neglect, a world where love was a foreign concept. His father's abuse had left deep scars on his soul, shaping him into a man who was both fiercely loyal and deeply troubled. He was afraid that if you knew the real him, the broken, damaged version, you would turn away.

He was afraid that you would see him for what he truly was: a lost boy, a product of a harsh and unforgiving environment. You’d seen that look before, a vulnerability he rarely let anyone see. It was a stark contrast to the bravado he usually exuded, the tough-guy facade he’d built to protect himself. But you knew there was more to him than that, a depth that hinted at a troubled past. Your relationship was still young, fragile, and beautiful. You’d fallen for the boy beneath the bravado, the one who made you laugh, who saw you for who you truly were. But you knew there were parts of him he was keeping hidden, secrets buried deep within. He took a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper.

“I’m scared, Y/N. Scared that if you knew the real me, the me before you, you’d leave. You’d realize you deserve better.” His eyes, usually so full of life, were now clouded with doubt. Your heart ached for him. You reached out, gently taking his hand in yours under the covers. “JJ, whatever you’re going through, I’m here for you. No matter what.” You coaxed, hoping that your words were enough to dwindle the storm brewing in his mind. Because you desperately believed that JJ Maybank deserved the world. He looked at you, disbelief and hope warring in his eyes. “You mean that?” You nodded, your voice steady. “I do. Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

Like a dam that was waiting to collapse, he broke down into your arms, his sobs muffled by your shirt. You held him tightly, stroking his hair as he cried, the tears soaking your shoulder. In those minutes, which felt like decades, his walls collapsed, telling you each one of his darkest truths as if he had been given a truth serum. He poured out his heart, revealing the hidden scars of his past. The boy you'd fallen for, the one who'd always seemed so confident, was now raw and vulnerable, exposing the depths of his pain. You listened, your heart breaking for him by each passing second. You knew that his childhood had been far from idyllic, but you had never imagined it was this bad.

You held him as close as you could, offering silent comfort. "I'm so sorry, JJ." He nodded, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm trying to move on. I'm trying to be better." You smiled at him, your heart overflowing with love and compassion. "You are better, JJ. You're strong, and you're kind. And I'm so lucky to have you. Why would I want anyone else when you're perfect in my eyes." That's a first he thought to himself. JJ had been described as many things—reckless, impulsive, and even dangerous. But never perfect. He was overwhelmed by your words, his heart filled with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time.

Which is why those three words and eight letters tumbled out of his lips before he could overthink them. "I love you." He didn't care if it was "too early" the look of pure adoration on your face was reassurance enough that he hadn't fucked up the timing. "I love you too JJ. You have no idea." The world seemed to slow down as you gazed into his eyes, a profound connection forming between you two. Upon hearing those words he surged forward meeting your lips, gently but with a passionate purpose. It was a kiss that held the weight of a lifetime, a culmination of years of longing and heartache. He'd spent his life being told he wasn't good enough, that he'd never amount to anything. But in your eyes, he saw something different.

He saw love, acceptance, and a future filled with endless possibilities. As the kiss deepened, he felt a surge of emotion, a love so pure and profound that it seemed to defy all odds. In that moment, he knew that he'd finally found his home, his safe harbor, and the love he'd always dreamed of. As you parted for air, you couldn't help but notice that his body had fully relaxed against yours. Threading your fingers through his hair, you knew it would lull him to sleep. "Good night, JJ. I love you," You breathed out, burying your face in his shoulder. The blonde boy didn't hesitate to reciprocate, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. As the minutes ticked by, JJ felt the storm that had once consumed his thoughts begin to dissipate. Holding you close, he allowed himself to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

[veryberryjelly]

holy crap i love your writing!! could i get a bedtime story with jj maybank and 61 + 79 please !!

congrats on 1k

jj maybank x fem!reader

prompts : " forehead to forehead " + " leans in for a small kiss, pulls away, and then turning into a full blown makeout session "

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝟏𝐊 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

somehow, days spent relaxing in the sun seemed exhausting.

being out on the boat with your friends all day, dipping in and out of the water every 30 minutes, had brought you to the brink of exhaustion.

you used jj's assistance to climb out of the boat and went straight for the spare room that jj used.

whenever all of you stayed over at the chateau, you pretty much had your designated places.

pope and kiara situated themselves on the pullout bed in the living room.

sarah took residence with john b in his room.

and you always found yourself on the other side of jj's bed. so much so that you had a few things in a box under 'your side' of the bed.

nothing much, a few hairties, a bikini and a phone charger, maybe a couple of miscellaneous things,.

the only reason you didnt have it in the bedside table was for jj's sake. incase any girl came over and found all of your stuff in his room.

but you hadn't seen jj with many girls recently. he had been spending a lot of time with you and the pogues.

you hadn't spotted him chatting up any girls at parties either. it was odd, but you just brushed it off, figuring he was doing stuff on his own time.

you were too tired to think about it right now.

you went into the drawers across the room and grabbed one of jj's t-shirts to put on in place of the bikini top you had been using all day.

there were faint tan lines from the strings which brought a brief smile onto your lips.

you were interrupted by a knock on the door as you pulled the t-shirt over your head, moving to sit on the edge of the bed as the door pushed open.

" crashing in here, sunshine ?" the sound of jj's voice caused you to turn your attention towards him.

" definitely. " you replied, collapsing back against the pillow with a soft sigh.

you turned onto your side, curling up slightly into the soft fabric of the bed.

you could hear some soft rustling around the room which you assumed to be jj getting changed, but what you didn't expect was to feel themed dip on the other side, jj falling onto the mattress beside you.

your eyes fluttered open to find him laid opposite you, mirroring your position.

the sight of him across from you brought a smile onto your lips as your eyes closed again.

sleeping after a morning spent in the sun was always the best feeling. it was like the best kind of nap ever.

it was made better by the warmth you felt as you woke up, even though you were unable to see much as you opened your eyes.

you felt a warmth around your torso as you checked the time on your phone.

19 : 48.

you set it down again, turning over to your other side, only to be met with jj fast asleep behind you.

you couldnt stop yourself from lifting your hand to brush some of his hair away from his face with a soft smile.

but it seemed you just interfered with his sleep as his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.

you dropped your hand down to the mattress almost instantly, hoping he would just go back to sleep, though your hopes were not met.

his eyes eased open and you were met with his set of baby blues.

" sorry... didn't mean to wake you " you apologised, your voice no louder than a whisper.

" s'okay, sunshine. " he replied, his arms not moving from your torso, not even to move his hair when it dropped over his face again.

the golden locks were blocking the view of his eyes. you brushed it away as best you could, pushing it onto his head, your fingertips dragging deilcately down the edge of his face.

your knuckles grazed over his jawline before dropping down onto the mattress between the two of you.

you really weren't sure why you did that, and as embarrassment settled into your stomach, you felt a warmth on your hand.

jj lifted your hand and settled it onto the junction between his neck and jawline.

you didn't dare move it away this time, instead resting it comfortably against his cheek, your thumb moving of it's own volition, stroking against his cheekbone.

you didnt really have time to question what was happening before you felt the light pressure of jj's lips against your own.

though they disappeared as quickly as they arrived and you were left staring at eachother with an unreadable expression on either of your faces.

you decided not to think about it, or question it, and instead went back in to kiss him, with a considerable amount more passion than he gave you.

his hand dropped from holding onto your wrist to holding onto your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him.

this was not what you had planned when you came in here to take a nap, but you had to admit it was a better turn of events.

you only pulled back when you had to breathe. and when you did you couldn't stop the smile that spread brightly across your face.

or the slight nervous giggle that slipped from your lips.

you were brought back down to the moment when a similar laugh came out across from you.

" what was that about ?" you questioned, not moving far enough from jj that you only had to speak at your quietest volume.

" been thinkin' about it for a while... you're not pissed ? "

" nah, i've been thinking about it for a while too "

his smile grew even further at your answer, dropping his head down against the pillow, your forehead pressed against his.

neither of you moved from that position, ending up falling back into a slumber.

the next thing that woke you was the sound of the door opening followed by the noise of your friends arguing about who called it.

[they-call-me-whiskey]

Promise

pairing: JJ Maybank x Marie Routledge (oc)

summary: the secret relationship isn't a secret anymore.

warnings: a bit of angst (not really), a bit of fluff, some humour. English is not my first language.

author's note: this is my first completed fic, and I know it's not good, but let me know what you think anyway.

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when Marie arrived at the Chateau, it was suspiciously quiet. usually she could hear noise from several meters away, but now, she didn't hear anything, even when she opened the door. she headed straight to the kitchen and let out a sigh of relief seeing JJ rummaging through the fridge. she leaned casually against the counter a playful smile spread across her face.

“looking for something?” she asked, giggling as he jumped a little.

“you scared me,” he said back, sliding the fridge door shut and stepping closer to her with sly grin growing on his face. “but you’re exactly what I wanted to find.”

she let out a soft laugh, and JJ took her hand, tugging her closer, his eyes dropping to her lips. it has been a while since they'd had any time alone together, as if everyone conspired to keep them from any time just the two of them, and it was starting to seriously piss him off.

“where's the others?” the question was haunting her since she got there. it was almost sunset, and by this time everyone was usually at the Chateau, either watching a movie, playing cards, or whatever else they usually did. but she hadn't seen anyone except JJ.

“they're at Hayward's. needed help with something,” he answered, kissing her neck as his hands slid to her hips.

“they left without the Twinkie?” she asked, remembering seeing the car parked outside.

“they took the HMS Pogue,” JJ said, then suddenly picked her up and sat her down on the table. she squealed out of surprise but the squeal quickly turned into a laugh, making him smile. looking at her sitting before him made his heart beat as if it was ready to leap out of his chest.

“why did you stay?” she asked after a minute of silence. she raised her hand to fix his hair.

“I thought maybe we could have some time for ourselves.” his grin returned, and he leaned in closer. she smiled and met him halfway.

“what the hell?!” a voice broke through the silence, snapping them both back to reality.

JJ pulled back as if he’d touched a hot stove, and they both turned to see John B standing in the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief. Marie jumped down from the table.

“John B—” she started, but he wasn’t looking at her.

“out of limits, man!” John B practically exploded, pointing at JJ. “my sister, JJ? are you kidding me? we’re like brothers, and you… you betray me like that?”

JJ looked stricken, hands raised defensively. “John B, it’s not—just listen for a second—”

“are you serious right now?” John B cut him off, his voice raising with every word. “you went behind my back with Marie, of all people? and I had to find out like this?!”

Marie, caught between anger and embarrassment, raised her voice, “hey, stop acting like I’m not here—”

both boys ignored her, too caught up in the heat of the argument. John B couldn't believe it. his best friend was kissing his little sister. in his own kitchen.

“look, I swear it wasn’t like that,” JJ tried again, his voice desperate, “it’s been a real relationship—”

the word relationship hung in the air, stopping John B cold. his face went through a range of emotions—shock, confusion, then something more intense as the realization hit.

“wait.” he turned fully to Marie now, his eyes sharp. “you guys have been doing this… this whole time? what else have you—?”

JJ winced, bracing himself for the reaction. “John B, listen, I… I know it sounds bad, but… it’s serious.”

John B gave a hollow laugh, clearly too angry to hear any of it. “you… out,” he ground out, grabbing JJ by the arm and dragging him toward the door. JJ barely got a chance to dig his heels in as John B shoved him out onto the porch.

“what’s going on?” Pope mumbled, appearing on the porch, with Kiara right behind him. they'd just gotten back from Hayward's, and while Pope and Kie was tying up the boat John B had run to the Chateau to check if Marie was back.

“JJ’s a dead man,” John B snapped, shoving JJ onto the front steps. “and he’s staying away from Marie.”

JJ, catching his balance, held his hands up in exasperation. “John B, man, just listen—please, it’s not—”

Marie had followed them outside, her voice cutting in, “John B, stop! just let him explain!”

but John B wasn’t having it. he took a threatening step toward JJ. “you say one more thing, and I swear—”

JJ shook his head, running his hand through his hair, looking right back at his best friend. “fine, hit me if you need to, but I’m not staying away from her. I love her, alright?”

a stunned silence fell over the Pogues as they processed what he’d just said. Kiara, squinting at JJ in disbelief, was the first to speak. “wait… you do?”

then Pope echoed, “you do?”

finally, John B, arms falling limp at his sides, just stared, a mix of anger and confusion on his face. “you do?”

JJ, glancing back to Marie, nodded, his voice soft but resolute. “yeah… I do.”

the words hung heavy in the air, tension slowly melting into an awkward silence. Marie looked at him, her expression tender but a bit surprised. they'd never really talked about this; she didn't even know if they were a couple. but what he said—the way he said—made her think that it wasn't just to save his ass. she couldn't help but smiled, her heart doing a somersault.

John B sighed, running a hand through his hair, still looking frustrated but maybe just a bit less angry. “this… this is just a lot to process,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, you and… my sister?”

JJ looked at him, dead serious, almost pleading. “I wouldn’t mess around with her, John B. I swear. she means too much to me for that.”

Kiara stepped up, putting a hand on John B’s shoulder. “look, it’s obvious he’s serious,” she said softly. “and maybe… maybe that’s not such a bad thing?”

Pope nodded, shrugging, “yeah, I mean… it’s JJ. if there’s anyone you can trust with her, it’s him.”

John B finally met his sister’s gaze. though she was smiling like an idiot, he could still see the worry in her eyes. he let out a long breath, shoulders slumping. Pope was right—it was JJ. his best friend. he could trust him. maybe. “fine,” he said at last, looking between them. “but don’t you dare break her heart, JJ, or I swear…”

JJ nodded, looking back at John B with the same promise in his eyes. “you got it, man.” his gaze shifted to Marie's smiling face, and he couldn’t hold back his own smile. “never.”

[jjssweetlover]

Request for John b: headcannon for John b and readers sex lives

what’s john b like in bed? 🎀

pairings: john b x fem!reader

info/warnings: smut, suggestive talk.

a/n: this was not checked so sorry for bad grammar or typos!!

asks: open! 𝜗𝜚

- is so focused on making you feel good first.

“c’mon bee, lemme make you feel good hm?” you were practically begging at this point. his week had been stressful to say the least and you wanted to make him feel better, make him feel good. “after..” he spoke in a breathy tone, his lips grazing your thighs and leaving marks.

— 𝜗𝜚

- is always changing positions, it’s almost hard to keep up with.

- 𝜗𝜚

- anytime there’s a chance for a quickie, it’s happening.

You had ridden with John b to take jj and pope somewhere, just a quick in and out. Honestly, you weren't all too sure what it was about, but it didn't seem serious, so you didn't worry. But now you definitely were worried, just about something quite different.

"John b... They'll be back out any second" you mumbled, his head buried in your neck as he left rough kisses to your collar bone.

"It'll be quick, promise" he spoke into your skin; you could feel the vibrations of every word. And like clockwork, you gave in. there's no way you could resist him.

It was cliché, but you were sure the car was shaking.

The pace he was moving into you was driving you insane. Every sound that fell from his lips was nothing short of beautiful. He sucked on your neck and bit your ear lightly.

"You're so beautiful." he let out in a gentle whisper that quickly changed to a light groan. Your legs wrapped around him to hook him in deeper, thin pieces of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

When you guys were done, jj and pope came out 5 minutes later. And even though they acted normal, you were almost certain that they got done 10 minutes ago and chose to play it safe and wait an extra 5.

- 𝜗𝜚

- loves leaving marks on you, adores when you leave them on him.

- 𝜗𝜚

- favorite part of your body is your hips. He loves holding them, kissing them, he’s got a hand on your hip at almost all times.

- 𝜗𝜚

- loves having his head between your legs, seriously one of his favorite things.

- 𝜗𝜚

- he isn’t the loudest but he’s definitely vocal. Most of the time its quiet groans and whimpers, but it’s impossible for him to stay completely silent.

- 𝜗𝜚

- when you pull his hair it drives him insane.

- 𝜗𝜚

- loves giving.

“you don’t have to.” you spoke shyly. you and john b have only been intimate a few times, so it was still fairly new. his head was between your legs, your inner knees hooked on his shoulders as he looked up at you with pure love in his eyes.

you were nervous, but how could you resist the look he was giving you. especially when he looked so gorgeous. his hair fell perfectly across his face, his eyelids were heavy, and his lips were red and puffy, a hickey visibly forming on his neck.

“i wanna.” he whispered, leaving the lightest kiss to your inner thigh, which made your heart rate spike. you looked at him and nodded your head, your hand going down to cup his jaw. “okay” is all you had to whisper. he pulled your hand away and kissed it before moving down in between your legs.