#jjimagines

[uhharrypls]

No good for you - JJ

Summary- JJ's dad tells him he's no good for you and he believes him. He ends things with you but realizes his mistake very quickly.

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You bit the end of your pencil, squinting your eyes, deep in thought. “Prophase?”

“Anaphase Y/N.” Pope let out a disappointed sigh.

“Shoot.” You ran your hands down your face in frustration.

“C’mon, Y/N. Even I’ve got it memorized by now.” John B teased, tossing a baseball over his head.

You rolled your eyes, climbing to your feet. You sauntered into the kitchen to grab a glass of water when the familiar engine ripped down the road.

“Finally.” You sighed, smiling as the beautiful blonde approached the door.

JJ entered, huffing as he did so. He said nothing, stalking across the kitchen, grabbing a beer, and heading back outside.

“Nice to see you too, buddy.” John B called as JJ disappeared back outside.

Your eyes flicked between Pope and John B, raising your eyebrow to question JJ’s behavior.

“I’m on it.” You declared, pulling your shoulders back in determination.

Your eyes ran across the yard before landing on the blonde, hunched over next to the fire pit.

“Hi babe.” You chirped, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

He grunted in response.

“Jesus Christ, Jack Daniels.” You could smell the alcohol on him, this clearly was not his first beer. “Pope and I are just about done studying if you want to come in and tell us what’s on your mind.” You hummed, resting your cheek against his.

JJ crushed the beer can in his hand, tearing himself out of your arms.

You stepped back in shock. “Jeez, JJ. What’s wrong?” You muttered.

“Why don’t you just go back to your studying, yeah?” He spit, looking you up and down.

“What’s your deal? Because I know you’re not mad I’m studying.” You accused.

“You know, you really are the pogue princess.” He spit with hostility, throwing the beer can into the fire pit. “You’re little miss perfect, do no wrong, too good for everyone, Y/N Y/L/N.” He shook his hands in emphasis.

“What is this about?” You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms.

“You’re so naïve. Why are you pretending this is a thing?” He turned away from you, heading towards the dock.

“Why am I pretending what’s a thing? JJ, stop!” You trailed after him.

“Us!” He turned, waving his hand between the two of you. “Why are we pretending this is anything? Huh?” He stalked towards you, his eyes darkening. “Am I just a fun little project for you? A cute little broken toy you get to fix to keep yourself busy?”

“JJ, what are you talking about? Stop it.” You frowned, tears burning at your eyes.

“Just fucking go already!” He yelled, towering over you.

Your bottom lip trembled as you looked up at him. His breathing was heavy but he refused to meet your eyes.

“Fine.” You whispered.

You turned your back on him, heading back into the house as the tears began to pour down your face.

“Pope, can you give me a ride home?” You choked, entering the chateau.

“Woah, Y/N, what’s wrong?” Pope mumbled, his jaw dropping at your tear-stricken face.

“What the fuck?” John B sat up quickly as you sniffled, aimlessly shoving your papers into your bag. “What did he say?”

“Please, Pope?” You begged, meeting his eyes.

“Dammit, JJ.” John B muttered, brushing past you to the front door.

Pope helped you with your bag as John B and JJ yelled at each other in the distance. As you turned for Pope’s truck, you met JJ’s eyes, wet and red. You tore your gaze away, climbing into the truck.

Pope respected your wishes and didn’t pry, only apologizing on JJ’s behalf when he dropped you off.

John B texted an apology, suggesting JJ was too stupid for his own good.

Kiara texted wtf did i miss????

You decided to meet Kie at The Wreck while she finished her shift. Girl talk would let you get everything off your chest and Kie was pretty good at keeping you distracted.

You washed your face, a poor effort at riding yourself of any evidence of the tears you had shed, and pulled on a sweater, heading out to The Wreck.

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“So he just, dumped you?” Kie probed

“I guess.” You shrugged, wiping your nose with your sweater. “Can we get out of here now?” You looked around the empty restaurant.

“Yeah, let me tell my dad. I’ll meet you out back.” She gestured to the beach out back, vanishing into the kitchen.

You tugged your sweater closer, leaning across the railing as you watched the waves roll in.

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You gently closed your eyes, not needing to turn around to realize who had just sniffed behind you.

“Why do you listen to him?” You whispered, referring to JJ’s father. You turned, meeting his eyes.

His jaw tensed as he tore his eyes away from you, running his hand through his disheveled hair.

“He’s right, you know? I’m no good for you.”

“JJ..” You sighed.

“I’ve been in jail more times than you’ve been late to class, Y/N.” He furrowed his brow. “You’re going to realize trying to fix me is a waste of time and I don’t want to hold you back.” He grimaced as if the worst hurt him to say out loud.

You stepped towards him, taking his face in your hands. “JJ, you’re not a waste of time. I’m not trying to fix you because you’re not broken.” Your eyes welled with tears as he struggled to keep his hidden.

He sniffed, tearing his head from your hands.

You pulled him back, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “I don’t care if you’re a wanted felon, okay? I don’t care what your dad says. I don’t care about any of it. You’re JJ. You’re my JJ. That’s the only thing that matters and it breaks my heart that you don’t believe me. That you’d listen to what your father says over what I say.” You pleaded, rubbing his cheek with your thumb.

He bit the inside of his cheek to fight back another set of tears before he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms over your shoulders. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N.” He whispered into your hair.

“Let me love you, JJ. You deserve to be loved.” You looked up at him as he kept his gaze focused on the beach.

“I’m so sorry I let you walk away.” He pulled your head back, bringing his gaze down to you. “I won’t let it happen again, okay? I fuckin’ love you, Y/N.” He choked, searching your face for any hesitations.

“I love you, JJ.” You whispered, pawing at the front of his shirt as he dipped his head down, pressing a needing kiss to your lips.

He laced his fingers through your hair, embracing his lips against yours with urgency as if you would disappear if he let you go.

“Ahem.”

You both pulled away, flushed and embarrassed as Kie leaned against the door with her eyebrows raised.

[mrsmaybank]

I Still Hate You - JJ Maybank x Reader

ENEMIES TO LOVERS 

Summary: You hate JJ and JJ hates you, but after he’s forced to give you a ride home, words are exchanged and your issues are resolved.....in your bed. 

cw: smut, daddy kink, hatefuck, JJ being annoying, cursing(a lot), shitty writing

Rivalries and curses between teenagers were anything but rare on the Outer Banks. Honestly, there was a proper war on the island. I’m not talking about Kooks versus Pogues, though. This war is much more….personal. This is the war between me, and JJ Maybank.

His blonde head turned for a second to look behind him before swiftly, but not at all smoothly, speeding up to cut-off the Toyota Camry in front of us.

“Wow. You even drive like an asshole.” I scoffed.                                        “Huh?” He pretended not to hear me.                                                                   “I said, you’re an asshole.” I almost shouted into his ear. “Can you hear me now?” I mocked.

“Are you done? ‘Cause I could just leave you on the side of the road.” He retorted with the same nonchalant attitude he always spoke to me in.

“You wouldn’t.” I shrugged.

“Oh yeah? Give me three reasons I shouldn’t make you fucking walk home.”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious. He might’ve been.

“Um...for one, John B would kill you. Two, Kiara would kill you. And let’s see…. three, Pope would kill you.” I beamed at my own delivery of the very obvious reasons JJ would never leave me anywhere, no matter how much he might want to. Our shared friends would make him pay if he ever crossed that line.

He just rolled his eyes. I sat proudly in my seat as a comfortable silence overtook the truck.

Five minutes before we would get to my side of the island and our destination, JJ spoke.

God, we were so close to just being done with this shitty drive.

“Do you just not get any dick? Like at all? Is that why you’re so uptight?” He sounded genuinely curious.

“Oh my fucking god!” I slapped him over the center console. “What is wrong with you?!”

He just smiled his stupid cocky smile. “Sooo...yes?”

“What goes on in your head that makes you think that’s an okay thing to ask?”

“Kie tells me about her endeavors.” He laughed as he drew on. “....of the sexual kind.”

I just shook my head, “Yeah, well Kie tolerates you. I don’t.”

He tried to speak but I cut him off, “Anyway why are you so concerned if I’m getting any?!”

In an almost inaudible tone he muttered, “I could fuck that out of you.”

My brain malfunctioned and I swallowed hard. “What?”

“That horrible fucking attitude and smart ass mouth…” He looked away from the road and at me. “I could fuck it out of you.”

In the most pathetic display of wit ever, I tried to stand my ground. I just couldn’t think. I was beyond flustered. I mean..I mean! Was he propositioning me?! Or was this his new method of torturing me? 

“Yeah..right.” I got out.

JJ just laughed.

“Pff..” I looked out the window to avoid making eye contact. “No.”

“No, what? Did you start thinking about it or something?”

My eyes bulged out of my head. Maybe I did!?

“Shut the fuck up. And slow down. This is a residential area.”

We pulled into my driveway and we both got out. I turned around when I realized he’d followed me to the doorstep. “I’m not inviting you in.” I looked up at him with my arms crossed.

“You have the keg.” He replied in the most annoying, know-it-all way he could.

I shook my head, “Right.” I unlocked the door and stepped in.

“Your house is nice.” He said looking around and putting his hat on the front mantel. “Your parents still out of town?”

“Thanks.” I led him to the kitchen. “And yeah. They get back next week. Kegs in here.”

“Right.” He said softly.

“Right.” I replied even softer.

Was the AC on in here?

Why was I so hot?

Why was JJ looking at me like that?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I screeched when I noticed his weird ass pensive stare into my eyes. “Did you start thinking about it or something?” I mocked.

“No.” he said dryly but convincingly, picking up the Keg to take back to his truck. I began walking him out.

“See you later?”

“Obviously dumbass.” I rolled my eyes. “I bought the Keg. I’m going to the party.”

He threw the keg into his backseat and waved as I closed the door.

“Bye.”

“Bye.” I flipped him off before shutting the door.

I sighed and began to replay the events of the car ride again. Okay, the thoughts were less about the actual conversation and more about what it would be like to have JJ’s hands in my pants. It could never happen. I could never let him win. But I could think about it in the privacy of my own head as much as I wanted. And honestly, I did. Quite often. Even before today. Did I hate him? Sure. But was I immensely attracted to his stupid hot face and stupid hot abs and hair and…

“Fuck!” The knock on the door scared me but I rushed to open it. It was JJ.

“What?!”

He laughed at my frustration and grabbed my face, crashing his lips on mine. He kissed me hard, with purpose and with a force so strong it was like he’d been waiting for years to do just this.

I kissed him back softer. Completely, and utterly submitting to him and the overwhelming desire I felt.

We were like that for a while. Heaving for breaths in between harsh, sloppy kisses as it got hotter and hotter and hotter. My hands had found a place entangled in his hair but his wandered. They pinched my waist and caressed my back. They pulled me closer and closer. I tugged at his shirt in a silent beg for him to do what he said he would. Fuck me.

He took it off almost instantly, kissing me again as I caressed the skin of his bare shoulders.

We both kicked our shoes off and without separating mouths I tried to start for my bedroom. In the blind rush there, I knocked over a vase.

He tried to stop and address it but I didn’t let him.

“I don’t care.” I whispered before kissing him again.

“You’re that desperate?” He smirked back. I took the opportunity to discard my shirt.

“Shut up.”

For the first time, he completely stopped. He grabbed my cheeks with his hands forcing my lips to pucker saying, “Watch your mouth.”

He went to kiss me again, now grabbing my hair into a makeshift ponytail to kiss down my neck. “Say you’re sorry.”

He was still him and I was still me though, so I didn’t. But also…. I couldn’t. Not while he was laying wet kisses all over my chest. He bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of skin and I couldn’t do anything but let out a pathetic mewl. He took advantage of that. “Say you’re fucking sorry.”

“I’m...sorry..” He smiled against my skin when he heard it. Leading me closer to my bedroom door with strong hands on my hips he teased again. “Atta girl.”

I began undoing the button of my shorts, sliding them off and he stopped me as I stepped out of them. “Where’s your room?”

I grabbed his hand and led him to it, “Over here.”

When I let go of him he sat down on the bed and began giving me instructions.

“Close the door and come sit.” I did as I was told and shut the door.

When I sat on his lap he kissed me again, “I like you so much better like this.” His hand slowly creeped into my underwear. “Any last words?” He teased me.

“I still fucking hate you.”

He responded by entering me with his fingers as I desperately searched for something to grab onto. “Shut the fuck up.”

I unfortunately did. Simply experiencing way too much pleasure to speak.

“You’re so wet.” He let me know graciously, continuing his ministrations inside me like it was the last thing he’d ever do. I felt drunk on his touch and I wanted more. I palmed him through his shorts, getting up and kneeling in between his legs. He hummed in satisfaction and I began undoing his pants. “I want it.” I slurred.

“‘Course you do.” We worked in sync to remove the constraining fabric.

I bit my lip and kissed the tip ever so gently. His eyes never left mine as I continued to softly taste.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He pulled me up off the floor. “Just sit on it.”

I agreed and began to slowly sink myself down on him.

“Look at that.” he started, “You’re not so tough when you're on my dick.”

Every word that left his mouth made my hips rock a little faster.

“You’re so cute like this.”I moaned as his hands made their way to my boobs, the slow fondling a contrast to the desperate pace of my hips.

“So quiet and pretty.”

“You just wanted my attention, huh? Is that why you were so mean?”

I nodded my head as the knot in my stomach tightened. “Wanted to be a little whore for me?” He enunciated by fucking up into me harder and harder. “Hm?” One hand left my chest to rub circles on my clit.

“Yes!” I gasped, “Yes, yes, yes. Please--Daddy!” The Freudian slip left my lips before I could think, but JJ did not seem to mind one bit.

“Oh fuck me….” He let out, bucking his hips and thrusting up impossibly harder. “I should’ve done this sooner.”

My legs started to shake as I felt myself getting dangerously close to the edge. JJ must’ve felt it because he placed his hand right under my chin and told me, “Ask me.”

I laughed and threw my head back, “Ask you what?”

“Ask me if you can come.”

I whined, “Can I come, Daddy?”

“No.”

He flipped me over so he was on top and began pounding into me with even more force than before. “This is for every time you were a total--Fuck!” He shook his head “You’re so tight.” He stayed fully inside of me and gave me a wet kiss before spitting out, “For everytime you were a fucking bitch.”

“I’m soo sorry,” I droned sarcastically in between moans. If I was close before, now I was just seconds away. Tears were pooling out of my eyes at the sheer intensity of how hard JJ was fucking me. I guess the rumors were true. He was good at this. Really good at this.

“Come inside me.” I whispered in his ear. “I’m on the pill.”

“Yeah?” he smiled, as one hand went to hold me down by the shoulder. “You first.” The other hand rubbed my clit with care.

“Fuck Jayj! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna-”

“Come babe, go ahead.” My vision went white and he kissed my open mouth. There was a symphony of kiss-drowned out moans and the violently loud slapping of skin as he sheathed himself as far inside me as he could and filled me. The orgasm was otherworldly.

“Holy shit.” He panted and rolled off me. To my suprise, a sweaty arm wrapped around me and held me to his chest. Looking down slightly he asked, “Did I fuck the physco bitch out of you?”

“Shut up, you like me.” I responded. “Just a little.” he kissed my forehead and it was sweet. He was a sweet boy.

“What’d you come back for?” I asked, thinking I knew the answer. 

“My hat.” 

We laid there for a while in a different type of comfortable silence.

“I have to get ready.” I said, getting up. I tossed him his shorts, “Let’s go get the rest of our clothes.”

He got up and followed me out, kissing me again as soon as we were in the living room.

“Who is desperate now?” I asked.

“I can’t help it. You’re so-”

“Hi guys.” John B said, smiling from the couch as Kie and Sara bursted out laughing from the loveseat. Pope’s mouth was hung open.

“Oh fucking great.” I exasperated.

JJ in typical, shithead JJ fashion, just smiled.

[mentalpolaroids]

Smoke The Pain Away

JJ Maybank x female!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) finally breaks down after pushing her emotions away for so long, worrying the Pogues, specially a certain blonde boy, who comforts her lovingly under a sunset and feelings are shared. 

Warnings: mentions of physical and mental abuse, mentions of anxiety, smoking

I was laying on my side on the hammock in John B's backyard, facing the water, the sun reflecting on the tiny waves working as a cure to my anxiety.

Another day, another useless fight with my mother, resulting in her reminding me how much of a disappointment and a failure I am and in me storming out, making sure to hit the front door hard, and taking refuge at the chateau. I've been bottling up all this bullshit for years, ever since my dad left us. I hated him for leaving me behind but at the same time I understood why he left: he was as mentally drained as I was because of my mom. I just wish that, at the time, I had enough courage to face the woman and beg my dad to take me with him.

The Pogues knew about it, and they knew I didn't live in a normal mother-daughter environment, but they didn't know about the fights, the psychological abuse, the panic attacks and how many times I thought about running away, leaving everything and everyone behind and starting a new life somewhere else. To be honest, my four best friends were the only thing keeping me from doing it. They meant too much to me for me to just leave them and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep myself together without them around. Despite all of this, I was still able to wear a smile everyday, crack up jokes and live as if everything was ok. I was good at lying and pretending, it was a coping mechanism I developed and it saved me many, many times. But, just like everything in this world, there's so much you can take and lately I've been finding it harder and harder to hide my anxiety and bad thoughts. I was afraid I was reaching my breaking point and the thought of any of my friends witnessing it terrified me more than actually breaking down, because that means I would have to explain to them what the hell was going on and I hated talking about my feelings. It was something I had in common with JJ and, call me a hypocrite, but I hated when he did it. To be fair, the difference was that he didn't talk about it even knowing damn well that everyone knew what happened in his house. In my case, what happened in my house was kept a secret, so, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

But it was hurting me and JJ noticed. I could hear Kie's hushed voice telling JJ to just leave me alone for a while and that I would reach out to them when I felt like it. Honestly, she wasn't wrong.

"Dude, she didn't even say hi when she arrived, she went straight to the hammock. Just let her be, she'll talk to us when she's ready.", John B argued back, taking Kie's side.

"Yeah, I've never seen her like this, it's better if we take it easy.", Pope added.

JJ once again ignored Kie and gently laid next to me on the hammock.

But JJ was stubborn, another thing we had in common, and his footsteps on the grass made me wipe away a tear that ran past my nose.

"Dude!"

The thing about JJ and I is that we weren't sure what our relationship was. We were best friends, closer than the rest of the Pogues, but we both knew there was something more between us. A previous kegger led to spilling drunken words that were actually reminded the next morning. It wasn't awkward, it wasn't uncomfortable, but it sure wasn't like before. We weren't certain what it was, but we knew we loved each other unconditionally and we cared about each other deeply. Our lack of affection was a myth when the subject was us.

I heard the door to the chateau being closed behind me, so I assumed John B, Pope and Kiara had gone inside and I sighted in relief.

"(y/n)?", his voice was the most gentle I've ever heard and I almost didn't recognise it.

I couldn't find the strength to speak so I just hummed in response.

"What's wrong?"

And that simple question was all it took for my bottled emotions to spill. One tear was followed by another until the light breeze started to feel cold against my wet face. When it became harder to hold my crying, I had to cover my mouth with my hand to make the sobs as silent as possible, acting like JJ hadn't already noticed.

One of JJ's arms went under my neck, the other over my waist and my body was pulled closer against his, his chest pressed to my back and his head against my shaking shoulder.

I guess this would have to happen at some point and I was really glad it was with JJ. He understood that all I needed at that moment was somebody to hold me silently, but protectively, and not bombard me with questions.

My sobs eventually died down and my breathing began to stabilize after a few minutes of intense crying. The pain was still there but I felt so much lighter than before. During the turmoil that was my head I didn't even realize how tight JJ was holding me, or how he held my hand that was covering my mouth before, or how he kept kissing my shoulder.

"You wanna talk about it?", he asked, after making sure I was relaxed enough and that I wouldn't break down again.

"Not yet."

He removed the joint from his mouth and held it above mine, inviting me to share it. It's not like I never smoked before, some of my best nights were actually spent with JJ, on that same hammock, contemplating the moon, telling stories, laughing and sharing a joint. I guess I just smoked for different purposes than JJ and in that moment I wasn't really feeling it.

We stayed in silence for a while, his embrace as tight as before and my body more relaxed than ever from being in his arms. JJ interrupted the caressing of his fingertips on my arm to reach behind him. I adjusted myself when he brought the arm that was under my neck closer to him and that's when I saw the joint in between his lips being lighted up. I smiled weakly in amusement at my best friend. Everything and anything was a reason to smoke.

"Really?", my voice was laced with humor as I watched the smoke escape from his parted lips, my eyes lasting longer than needed on them.

"What? It's not just for me."

"Come on, smoke the pain away baby." he said, staring deeply into my eyes, as in asking me to trust him.

"It doesn't work like that."

"To me it does.", he smiled.

I shook my head, holding back a laugh and let him position the joint between my lips, his fingers softly resting above them. Something about that gesture made my insides turn in excitement.

I blew out the smoke, admiring how it danced with the breeze until it disappeared and, closing my eyes, I allowed my body to fully give in to the effects of the weed.

JJ and I kept on passing the joint to each other, his body still pressed against mine and his hand was back to holding mine. When his lips weren't blowing out smoke, they were in switching places between my shoulder, my forehead and even my cheek, making it harder and harder to control the tingles running through my body and I was glad the daylight was dimming down to cover my red cheeks.

In less than an hour I went from crying my mind out to laughing like a lunatic. JJ was right about smoking the pain away. Even if after a night of sleep I would feel anxious all over again, I didn't care, I had my best friend right next to me and I knew I could count on him, to either hold me and console me or distract me and get me high.

Our laughing died down a bit and, after taking a drag and releasing the smoke one more time, I finally opened up. I told him everything that had been going on, how I couldn't stand living under the same roof as the woman who gave birth to me and I just wanted to make everything stop, one way or another. It felt good to finally let my thoughts out and stop pretending about my life, and I honestly felt kinda bad for being afraid of sharing that side of me, especially with JJ. It's not like he, out of all people, would judge me or push me away because of my home situation, and deep down I knew the other Pogues would never do that either, but anxiety has a way to trick you sometimes and make you believe in fake bad scenarios.

"I'm so sorry (y/n). You don't deserve that."

"Yeah, well, not everybody gets what they really deserve, do they?"

"I just wish you told me sooner, I can't believe you've been dealing with all of this by yourself for so long."

I didn't respond, I just turned on my side to face him and gave him a weak smile, letting my arm rest over his neck to play with his hair.

"What do you say about running away together?", I asked that in a joking tone but in the back of my head I didn't discard that possibility completely. I knew he thought about it sometimes too so it wasn't such a crazy idea, right?

"It's a deal. We get that gold and we're out of here.", his answer held the same joking tone but, the way he was looking at me, made me believe that he was also considering it.

We held each other's gaze for what felt like hours until the light on the porch of the chateau took us out of our trance.

"You guys hungry?", John B's voice echoed from the porch.

"Yup! We'll be right in.", JJ answered with his head turned in JB's direction, who went back inside.

"Ready to go inside?", the blonde asked me, his grip on me stating the opposite of his question.

"Yeah, I guess."

Another round of silence settled around us, my eyes not bothering to look away from his. I moved my hand from his hair to his jaw and, as if guessing what was on my mind, JJ pulled me impossibly closer to his chest, his hands running along my back in the most gentle way. Now that I had opened up to him, I felt like I could tell him anything and just be a hundred percent transparent around him, so, with a final deep breath, I decided to just lay it all out there.

"Can I kiss you?"

He smiled so widely that it almost made me laugh at how adorable and innocent he looked.

"You don't even have to ask."

And so I did it. I kissed him, showing him everything that was on my mind, not only my feelings for him but also how much I trusted him and how I was no longer afraid of opening up, at least to him. That's how safe he made me feel, he made me feel brave enough to fight my bad thoughts. All of that gave me strength to confront my mom. I had no idea what would happen from then on, but JJ showed me it was worth trying and that it was ok to cry once in a while and that I didn't have to deal with all of it on my own, an advise we gave to each other but never put in action when it came to our own situation. I guess we would have to learn that together.

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Sorry for the sh*tty ending, ran out of motivation 😅 Hope you stick around to read more!

[foreverxdaydreaming]

Pretty self explanatory. Anyone wanna drop a request below? I haven't done short imagines in forever >< {#kpopjungkies #JJimagine #JJimagines}

[mrsmaybank]

@jjmaybitch commented: THINGS JJ WOULD COMMENT ON YOUR INSTA

cw: teasing, jj calls u fugly 😭

a/n: all In good fun :) jj loves you and so do I. 

PART ONE HERE :)

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Just You

@jjmaybitch commented: Let me take u out

@jjmaybitch commented: Beautifulest girl

@jjmaybitch commented:  OH MA LORD

@jjmaybitch commented: Mrs. Maybank u r lookin fine today 

@thepope3141 commented: you aren’t married????

@jjmaybitch commented: Yea we r 

@jjmaybitch commented: All mine

@jjmaybitch commented: AAAoooga

@jjmaybitch commented: U r Perfection

@jjmaybitch commented: All hail my queen 

You + Him

@jjmaybitch commented: Future offsprings r blessed

@jjmaybitch commented: Imma print this masterpiece

@jjmaybitch commented: We are Romeo and Juliet 

@thepope3141 commented: They both die

@jjmaybitch commented: What the fuck

@jjmaybitch commented: Y r we so cool 

@jjmaybitch commented: We need to make a baby it would be so good looking 

You + Kie

@jjmaybitch commented: Ew worst duo ever 

@kietosh commented: don’t b jealous🙄

@jjmaybitch commented: Girls don’t fight over me

@jjmaybitch commented: Y/N replaced me bruh 

You + John B 

@jjmaybitch commented: Love of my life and y/n 

@jjmaybitch commented: So handsome bro

@jjmaybitch commented: Homie hopper

@johnbr03 commented: U are a dog.

You + Pope 

@jjmaybitch commented: Fuckin amazing photo 

@jjmaybitch commented: Pope don’t take my girl

@thepope3141 commented: Ok fine

@jjmaybitch commented: THANK YOU 🙏🏻G

@jjmaybitch commented: Pope u sexy beast

@jjmaybitch commented: Baby you are so beautiful pope move

You + The Pogues 

@jjmaybitch commented: U r all fugly next to me NO CAP

@jjmaybitch commented: Day 1s

@jjmaybitch commented: Sexy mfs wow

@jjmaybitch commented: Me and y/n and our children

[mrsmaybank]

His - Rafe Cameron x Reader

This series contains graphic descriptions of intoxication, sexual content (including d/s dynamics), violence, substance abuse, physical and emotional pain, mental health issues and destructive relationships. 18+ readers only.

Angst, Rafe Smut at the end ‘cause I’m nice. 

A/N: Am I writing a series where the Reader in an unhealthy relationship with Rafe Cameron slowly falls for JJ Maybank? 

Yes. Yes I am. Second A/N included at the bottom, please read.

Summary: When Rafe and the Reader fight at a party, she  unexpectedly receives kindness and friendship from a certain Pogue. 

As a kid I had a tiny grey bear I would take everywhere. He didn’t even have a proper name. It was just Bear. I’m sure there are plenty of kids that go through phases like that. Emotional attachments to toys aren’t rare among children. What I assume is rare however, is emotional attachments that run so deep they become emotional property. Strict psychological borders marking the line of territory with chillingly possessive behavior.

The toy was mine. 

Mine, mine, mine.

As I got older, the weirdly obsessive behaviour and extreme affinity lessened and it became more of a family joke. Something to laugh at over dinner with friends or anybody else my parents and siblings thought would get a kick out of my embarrassment.

Now though, I relate to Bear. I’m a child’s favorite toy.

So much of me is his.

His, his his.

“Rafe, baby! You’re fucked up!” I tried to level with him, really trying way too hard to communicate with somebody that fucking wasted.

“And you’re not?” He shouted back at me.

“I’m only drunk!”

We were backed up against the wall in a crowded room of drunk party-goers, lights flashing in every color and bass you could feel from head to toe. I hardly even noticed. The source of my overwhelment clouding my senses completely with his bullshit.

The gears in my head twisted as I managed to spit out what I really meant. “Just calm down! You always do this!”

“Always do what? Get upset when you’re out here drinking and flirting?” He huffed, adding “That’s fucking bullshit.” slurred and under his breath. At least one of us didn't have an issue saying exactly what they were thinking.

Granted, his pattern of thought was absurd.

“Flirting, Rafe?! Are you delusional?”

I was done groveling for an ounce of understanding. “I’m sorry I want to talk to somebody. I’m sorry I want to have a drink.”

His jaw tightened and I could tell he was biting his tongue.

“Shit, I’m sorry I want to fucking socialize!”

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “You’re gonna blame me? Right-”

I was not finished. “Sorry I want something to do while” I poked his chest to make my point, “You're in a coke room.”

He rolled his eyes and put a huge hand at the crook of my neck, thumb on my chin and pointer by my ear.

“This fucking shit? Please don’t fucking start.” he said, almost like a plead.

“Baby!” I was exasperated, “It’s getting out of hand!”

His hand left me faster than it came. “Is that why you came?” He asked, hardening his tone.

As his anger rose, his demeanor towards me became more and more similar to the Rafe Cameron everybody else knew; scarily arrogant, and just an all around asshole.

“You come to fucking watch me? Supervise me?” He seethed.

I’d been in enough screaming matches with him to know what the prelude felt like. Even then though, I wasn’t going to lie. It wasn’t the only reason I came, but keeping an eye on my boyfriend with an ever-growing nasal compulsion was certainly an incentive.

“Do you fucking hate me?” He shouted.

“Rafe! You know-”

“Why,” he hit the wall next to me, “Do you always have to make a fucking problem?”

“Stop making a scene.” I whisper-shouted, noticing the scattered but concerned stares of acquaintances fortunate enough to not know us well.

“Why is there always something I’ve done?” He looked genuinely sad. Confused. I think that made it worse.

My eyes swelled from the frustration. “You don’t know how to fucking act.”

“Yes, I do. I know how to treat my girlfriend...How to love her and support her.” He placed his hand up on the wall to lean over me and shake his head until settling on the next thing to spit in my face. “I know not to constantly fucking criticize everything fucked up about her. ‘Cause there is a lot I could say.”

My tears had begun their ascent down my cheeks. I don’t know what hurt more, Rafe’s words or the fact that they were at least partly true.

“Fuck you.” I said as coldly as I could, wiping my face in a probably trivial attempt to seem grounded.

I watched as his blown out pupils stared at me with contempt, probably asking himself if there were any other words he had left to shout in my face. I guess there weren’t, because he finished his worded assault promptly.  

His cheeks were rosy with anger induced heat.  “Yeah, of course. Fuck me.” He derided, pulling out his phone to call Kelce, who I assume was nearby just waiting for orders to start the car.

“Kelce. Let’s get out of here man.”

I scoffed, “Are you serious, Rafe?”

He ignored me, continuing his conversation on the phone. “I’ll meet you by the car in two.”

“I swear to god…” My chest was tight and my eyes began to sting from the steady flow of tears now shamelessly pouring out of my face.

“Rafe, please!” I begged.

He bit his lip in an angry frown and looked at me, “No, she’s not coming.”

He shook his head and scowled one last time before heading for the door, and I felt the thin floor of logic I was standing on shatter under me. My whole body shook with muddled outrage.

“Just fucking go!” I shouted as he twisted the door handle open.  

The door slammed shut, “I love you.” I said to him, but to no one.

My vision was blurred with the all too familiar gleam of tears. I made my way through writhing bodies reeking of alcohol and sweat to the front door, and then my final destination, the steps of the porch. I just needed to catch my breath. I could still hear the faint music and chaos from inside, but the quiet moment gave me a chance to think. I should’ve known that drunkenness and Rafe incited thoughts would be a cocktail for wrecked sobs I couldn’t control.

It felt good to cry. I wanted to pause time and my mind. I craved peace.

Perhaps the universe could sense that, or maybe I got lucky, because by coincidence, a notorious holder of peace tumbled out the front door with a rush of cold air, a beer and a grin.

Of course when I say peace, I mean inner peace. And the easiest way to find instantaneous inner peace, is weed, obviously. The kid had weed. Good weed.

He was heading for a van, but I stopped him just in time. “Maybank!” He spun around in confusion, “Tell me you have weed!”  

I really only ever bought from JJ my Sophomore year of high school, before Rafe and I began dating. While I didn’t make a habit of interacting with my boyfriend’s sworn enemies, right now it didn’t really seem like too bad of an idea. What was he going to do? Leave me at this party? Again?

He walked towards me, chuckling as soon as the word ‘weed’ left my mouth, “Not for sale, I don’t.”

I threw my head back in despair. Pot would’ve been a godsend.

“But you look like complete shit so I’ll share.”

“Fuck!” My eyes widened in excitement. “JJ.” I made sure our eyes locked so he knew how serious I was. “Thank you.”

“C’mon, get up Kook. The goods are over here.” He joked as he motioned across the driveway.

As we walked across the front lawn, he didn’t ask what was wrong. Maybe he could sense I didn’t want to talk, or maybe he just didn’t give a fuck. Either way, I was grateful.

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JJ, or his friend, or whoever owned the damn van, was going to have to air this shit out.

We kept trying to fan the thick smoke out of the air but to no avail.

“Dude....” JJ laughed in between coughs as he blew out smoke.

“Is this bad?” I asked, as he passed me the blunt.

I hit it as he continued to talk, “Nah, John B is lucky the Twinkie doesn’t smell like this constantly.” He patted the seat like the vehicle was an old friend.

“The Twinkie?” I questioned.

“That’s what she’s called.” He expressed with pride, “I know it must look busted to a Kook…”

I shook my head defensively as I blew out more smoke.

He just laughed again, “I’m kidding.”

We passed the blunt between us and like the two high ass kids we were, laughed at nothing until it felt like nothing existed outside the funky van JJ called “the Twinkie”.

JJ passed me the blunt, “You know, you’re pretty normal for a Kook. And you’re like….a fucking super Kook.”

I just laughed at the realization that I’d grown a proper reputation. “Some would say nice even.”

He exaggeratedly furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “People say that…?”

I choked on smoke, “Yeah, they do actually.” I playfully retorted.

“Admit this,” he paused for what I assume was dramatization purposes (which obviously, I had to laugh at), “Majority of you guys....how do I put this?” He brought a thumb to his chin, “Oh yeah. Fucking suck.”

“Oh because you Pogues are soooo much better.” I defended, “You guys take every opportunity you guys get to fuck with Topper!” I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Admittedly, sometimes it was fun to watch stuffy Topper get jostled.

JJ bursted out in pure hysteria, “Toppers Topper! I have to fuck with a guy named Topper. Are you fucking kidding me?”

Our cackles continued to overlap, “Nooo!” I said to JJ for being JJ, but also to myself for finding it so fucking funny.

“You’re a dick.” I informed him.

“You’re a bitch.” He let me know in return.

I rolled my eyes, “Tell me one time I was ever a bitch to you.”

It fell quiet for a moment as he studied my features like the human face was something he’d never seen before. 

Maybe he was trying to remember an incident where I was a total cunt, but it felt more like he was taking me in; looking at my face with a personality instead of an idea to match it.

“I can’t off the top of my head.”

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” I nodded, “I’m a nice person.”

“Pffff...Nice people don’t have to say they're nice.”

“Would you say you’re a nice person?”

“Hell yeah. I’m nice as fuck.” He said it like he was trying to convince me and himself.

I knew JJ well enough, though. Everybody on this fucking island did. Kook, Pogue, recurring Touron; it didn’t matter. Perhaps I had a reputation, but so did JJ.

That said, I chose to play it on the better side, like I knew he was doing me. “You’re a menace, is what you are.”

He just laughed, “What? You been talking to Laura’s mom or something?”

My eyes widened at the reference. Our junior year, everybody at Kildaire County High School witnessed the meltdown of Laura Jackson. In the middle of lunch hall, an angry girl with a shirt too low and a skirt too high for school stomped through the cafeteria with one goal.

I remember her voice being so high pitched that people joked glass water bottles would shatter.

“JJ, you fucking asshole!”

He’d never called her back.

“My mom was right about you!” she continued.

“Lyla?” JJ had asked, completely oblivious, completely amused.

“It’s Laura!”

Rumors said her mother, Mrs. Jackson, a notoriously neurotic woman with a penchant for Ann Taylor, had driven all the way from her house on Figure Eight to Heyward’s, in a fucking motorized raft, just to tell off the Maybank boy for making her daughter cry for three days straight. 

How good was one night with this kid to cry for three days straight? 

Jeez, don’t think about that while he’s right there!

Anyway, the rumors and the incident were the talk of the town ‘till Topper threw a house party. I guess now I knew the Mrs. Jackson thing was true. 

He put the blunt out in the ashtray on my side.

“You know what’s great about that story?” He asked with a wide smile.

“What JJ? What could possibly be good about that story?” 

“I’m sorry...” he said, pausing to then sing to the melody of a song I knew and loved , “Ms. Jackson!” 

“OOooh!” We shiftily harmonized together as I was still trying to process the fact that he’d actually been yelled at by a woman named Ms. Jackson because he made her daughter cry.  This boy was unreal.

I honest to god, screamed. “I am for real!” 

“Never meant to make your daughter cry....” 

“I apologize a trillion times...” 

God, was I just high or was he an unreal amount of fun? 

“Why didn’t you just call her?!” I screamed.

“I didn’t save her number!”

“So what, you just fucked her and what?”

“I just..I didn’t like her, I didn’t care.”

“Wow,” I scoffed, “Men.”

I knew he would have made a comment about my man, but he didn’t. I knew he wasn’t scared of Rafe like so many other kids were, but I also didn’t realize until before that night that he just wasn’t that kind of person. The thing is, JJ lacks plenty of things, sure, but not empathy. I just wish I would’ve known that before the next six months would happen.

Sometimes, I can still hear it. JJ’s laughter and Outkast. Shouts we couldn’t understand, muffled music, and crickets. It was the melody to the beginning of an unravelment of events I cannot believe even occurred. 

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Even after 10 hours, I couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt. But nothing wrong had happened, so what was there to feel guilty about? Conceivably, my guilty might have been an unconscious effort to squash whatever unexpected affinity for JJ was beginning to grow in my head.

Behind an exterior of recklessness and teenage delinquency was a sweet, funny kid. Was it so wrong to just know that? I don’t think so....

Regardless, I woke up with a pep in my step. Rafe and I’s fight had been on the shallow end of the pool and we had plans with his family today. I wasn’t going to cancel them over a conflict that only lasted eight minutes---Please. Rafe and I had fought for hours on end in the past. This was light work. 

I drove to his house in an old sweatshirt but looking forward to a brand new day. I knocked on the door and Rose answered. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” She left the door open for me to walk in and scurried back to the kitchen. 

I closed the door and followed her in. 

“Rafe’s in his room. We have to be at the club at 1:00.” She looked me up and down, “You brought a change of clothes right? You borrow some of Sarah’s if not but you’re definitely-” 

My mother knew the importance of looking nice, as did most of the women living on Figure Eight did, but Rose took it to another level. She dressed like she’d die a violent death if somebody didn’t like her outfit. 

“I brought.” I gave her a tight lipped smile motioning to my bag. 

“Oh,” she sighed, “Good.” 

“’Kay, see you later honey ‘cause I have a hair appointment!” She grabbed her keys and was out the door in a blink. Maybe Rose always talked like she was in a hurry to go because she was in a hurry to go. 

I walked up Rafe’s giant steps until I finally reached his room, opening and then closing the door, leaving my bag on the dresser.

He looked up at me from sitting on his bed, shirtless, on his phone, and still under the covers.

“Baby-” 

“Hi my love.” I took off my sweater, leaving me in a tank top that left little to the imagination. It was most definitely a strategical move on my part. 

“About last night-”

“Don’t.” I interrupted him, “It’s fine.” I wanted to think he was sorry, but I didn’t know for sure. I couldn’t deal if he wasn’t.

“Ok, babe.” He said softly. 

I crawled into bed next to him, placing my head on his bare chest. He kissed the top of my head gently, hands going around my torso to hold me before his lips made their way to my shoulders and the crook my neck. 

“Hi.” 

“Mmm...hellooo.” I said closing my eyes as he continued his love affair on my neck. 

He smiled onto my skin, whispering, “You like this?” A hand groped my boob as the other slid in between my legs to get a sturdy grip on my thigh. 

“Mmhhmm..” 

“Did Rose just leave?” 

“Yes...” I gently adjusted myself to look him in the eyes, “Does that mean we’re all alone?” 

He laid me down and hovered over me, “Sarah and Wheezie are shopping,” He laid a quick kiss on my mouth. “My dad’s out on the Druthers...” Another soft kiss, “And now Rose is gone too, so yes.” 

We smiled and then came the slow and desperate kiss; my favorite. It was the kind of kiss that expressed not a want, but a need. He took my shirt and bra off promptly. 

He used a knee to open my legs, allowing his hips to almost pin mine down as his tongue explored my mouth for the thousandth time. Hands made their way to my chest, kneading and massaging endlessly. He pulled away and I caught my breath, but he wasted no time. Laying bites in between wet, sloppy kisses down my neck and soon enough, my boobs. 

He grabbed one in his mouth, kissing and swirling his tongue around my now very sensitive nipple. “You’re tits are fucking perfect.” He mumbled. 

Yeah, my underwear was definitely ruined now. I opened my legs a little wider, feeling the outline of his hardness pressed against me. “Rafe...” I whined, “Fuck me.” 

“Be patient, baby.” He gently grabbed my face, causing my lips too pucker slightly. Kissing under my ear and letting my face go with a little slap before murmuring a tender warning. “Don’t be a little whore when I’m trying to be nice.” 

He kept kissing me, holding me down in a way that was almost comforting. Telling me “There’s no where else you have to be but here.” 

“I’m your whore.” I told him sultrily, through batted eyelashes. 

“Goddd...” he grabbed my hips and pulled my underwear down. I clamped my legs and rubbed them together, absolutely desperate for just a little bit of friction. 

“Fucking slut.” He tsk’d, getting up to take off his boxers. I whimpered at the sight of him, utterly dolorous for him to touch me. 

He dragged me closer to him, lining himself up perfectly, just to slide himself up and down until I was essentially shaking with anticipation. 

“Your pussy’s so fucking wet.” He said, smiling to himself and without warning, gliding into me with ease. 

“Oh shit!” I screamed as he sheathed himself fully inside me.  

“Hmmm....” He hummed, “You’re so good.” He bottomed out torturously slowly just to push himself back in even slower. “So tight.” 

My body welcomed him like god or the universe or whatever was up their had crafted us for this very purpose, and I knew Rafe could tell. “Fuck baby,” he whined as skin slapped skin, “It’s like you were made for this.” 

His pace increased by the second, and all I could do was hum and moan at the feeling of him taking me. I was his. 

His, his, his. 

In shared drunkenness, Rafe had once shamelessly shared that our sex was better than being high. He said I was like coke; he couldn’t get enough.  

At the time, I thought he might be kidding. Now though, with his head thrown back just enough to still be able to watch as my tits bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts....With that jaw open ever so slightly, making way for those grunts and whispered curses to dance into my ears... Well damn--- I believe it. 

“Shittt.” He hissed, licking his fingers. 

“Rafe-” I started, but he’d already made up his mind. 

“Fuck!” I gasped, fingers once gripping my hips were now rubbing on my most sensitive piece. My entire anatomy reacted immediately, walls clenching, eyelids shutting tight and hands gripping his blonde hair like I even had the ability to ground myself.

His hips stuttered as I tightened, “Sweetheart...” he murmured, looking for my eyes. “Look at me.” 

I couldn’t even open my eyes. “Baby, look at me.” I needed to come too badly to risk not listening, so I forced my eyes open. With pathetic whimpers I couldn’t stop from falling out of my mouth, I tried my best to talk. “Y-yes?” 

He kissed my lips harshly, pulling away to toy with my swollen bottom lip. “Who’s my little whore?” 

I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. “Me.” I grabbed his face, desperately drowning him in wet, sloppy, kisses, “I’m your whore, Daddy.” 

Kissing me back with the same delirious energy, “Forever.” Rafe whispered and smiled, “You’re mine forever.” He pulled away from my face and grabbed my hips to pull me back onto him impossibly harder, and tears brimmed my eyes. He bit his lip, “Take it, baby. Be good.” 

"I can’t-” I stuttered, body beginning to convulse with Rafe’s overwhelming touch on all my body’s favorite places. 

“You can, babe.” He assured me, “You can do it, you’re a good girl.” But I wasn’t even given the chance to defer it. He kept saying. That tight knot in my stomach was coming undone, whether I wanted it to or not. 

“Shit, shit, shit!��� My voice went up pitch by pitch, “Daddy--please,” There were fireworks exploding in every nerve ending on my body as Rafe fucked himself deeper and deeper. 

“Oh, you fucking slut.” he rasped. 

Ramming into me as a hand went to hold my hips down, “Beg me to finish.” Groaning, he once again began to fondle my tit, much harder than before, “Beg for me to fill that tight little pussy.” 

For a moment so tainted with lust and dirty, downright disgusting words, there was something so pure about the look in his eyes. It was adoration and love. I couldn't always see it, but now it was clear as day. 

“Please, oh my god, please!” I cried, completely wrecked. 

The sound of skin on skin reached a crescendo as his cock hit my cervix and he filled me with cum and love. Grunting and panting, he kissed the crook of my neck before I found myself nuzzling myself into his side. 

Rough hands kindly stroking my thighs, he said “I love you.” Rafe said it like it was the plainest fact in the world, like it was obvious to him and me and the world. I guess while our relationship was messy, he loved me like Neruda. Simply, without problems or pride. 

I kissed him softly, gently caressing his jaw, “I love you too, Rafe..”  

Today had started better; but I could only pray it would end better. 

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Author’s Note 2/2

The Reader starts this story with a very unhealthy mindset. She is constantly ignoring Rafe’s toxic behavior. As the series progresses, we will watch as she learns and grows with new experiences and ideas. If you are in or ever were in a relationship even half as bad as the Reader and Rafe’s, please proceed with caution; this story will contain even more intense, triggering topics/situations.  Remember that this is a work of fiction, meant purely for entertainment purposes. Take care of yourself.

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The Bitchy Twin

[gif creds @johnbroutledge​]

JJ x female!Reader

Summary: (Y/N)’s twin sister has no chill when it comes to flirting with her man and (Y/N) tries to hide her jealously because... nobody knows JJ’s her man

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual activities

I reminded myself everyday about the fact that JJ and I were breaking possibly the first rule imposed amongst us Pogues: no Pogue-on-Pogue macking. John B, Pope and Kiara were totally oblivious to our forbidden macking that has been going on for almost two months now. I couldn’t exactly say that we were dating, mostly because we never discussed the status of whatever we had. I just knew that after a drunken kiss at a kegger we couldn’t get enough of each other and had been secretly hooking up. Another thing that reminded me about that useless rule was my twin sister, Avery. Twin, but the complete opposite of my being. Even though she didn’t really hang out with us, she knew about our rules and she was also in the dark about what was going on between me and the blonde Pogue, that’s why my eyes were burning holes in her skull as I watch her flirt with JJ, who, bless his soul, looked confused and lost, not knowing what to do or say, and I couldn’t do anything about it because I should have no reason to be jealous. Apparently. Because nobody knew we were sort of a thing and it would be weird and suspicious to be jealous, even though I was aware that I wasn’t hiding it very well. One of the many disadvantages of macking in secret was that I still had to watch JJ flirt with other people, if that didn’t happen then it would be clear that something was wrong. JJ Maybank not flirting with a pretty girl at a party? Unusual, not to say out of this world, so I just had to deal with it and pretend it didn’t bother me. One thing that put my mind at ease though was knowing that he didn’t hook up with anyone else, something I worried about at first because I knew he wasn’t fond of commitment, but I wasn’t blind to the way he looked at me, differently from his random hook ups, from any goddess look alike touron he used to drool over. He showed me plenty of times that I wasn’t just another hook up or a fuck buddy. There were feelings there, we just didn’t really know what to do with them or how to talk about them, so, we just macked on each other. 

We were all hanging out at The Wreck as we waited for Kie’s shift to end so we could all go to the beach. Avery decided to join us, saying she would meet up with some of her friends at the beach too and would hang with us while she waited for them to arrive. I regretted letting her come along because now I had to witness my dear sister shamelessly flirt with JJ, caressing him in ways that were making me gag and talking about shit nobody cared about, John B’s eye rolls and Pope’s pressed lips making that very clear. I was too busy murdering my twn with my eyes to notice my blonde best friend stealing glances at me for help. He was almost as uncomfortable as Pope, that meant he was really, really desperate. That wouldn’t be the case if we weren’t “together”. He would flirt back, for sure, not giving a shit about her being his best friend’s twin sister. But watching the scene in front of me, somehow that comforted me, meaning he respected me enough considering we weren’t officially together and never established a commitment. But yeah, Avery was still getting on my nerves, for “no reason”. 

“Alright guys, I’m done, we can go.”

Kie’s voice snapped me out of my mental assassination and I heard John B and Pope sight n relief, knowing they could finally get away from the annoying brunette version of myself. JJ was the first one to stand up, saying he had to use the restroom before we could go, but we all knew it was just to take a break from Avery. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister, but she can be a handful sometimes. She had an attitude that got on people’s nerves a lot of times and it was hard for her to understand and respect limits, no matter how many times I called her out, she thought she was right and that it was other people’s fault. I hated that about her. She was also the kind of person that would hit on guys knowing they were taken, so, imagine if she knew JJ and I had a thing… yeah, she wouldn’t care and yes, she would do that to me. Avery was the pettiest of petty and could be a total bitch, sometimes I couldn’t believe we shared our mom’s womb. 

We all decided to step outside and wait for JJ near the van. Pope caught up with me on out way there and whispered.

“I know she’s your sister and we’re supposed to like her, but please, don’t bring her with you ever again.”

“Yeah, I mean, JJ not flirting back? And actually trying ro run away? That means she’s really not it. Sorry (Y/N).”

“I know, Pope, I know. And I didn’t want to bring her, you know how she is, she invites herself and can’t accept when people say no.”

John B caught a bit of our conversation and joined us.

“No need to apologize, I live with her, I know how it is.”

“Can I ride shotgun?”, my sister’s voice interrupted our hushed conversation. Nobody even bothered answering because she was already climbing inside.

“Lord give me patience.”, Kie sighted, opening the sliding door so we could all climb inside too. I decided to stay outside and wait for JJ, who didn’t take much longer to meet us in the van.

“You alright?”, I asked him.

“Yep.”

I noticed he was acting quieter than usual but I just let it go, understanding that he, just like all of us, just wanted to get rid of Avery’s company. I would definitely ask him about it later though because I was sure there was more to it. 

Arriving at the beach, it was almost hilarious to see which one of us could leave the van faster and run away from Avery’s stupid rants. I was sure John B wanted to jump out of the moving van, not even caring if he was the one driving, just so my sister would shut up. She was driving everyone crazy, I was sure even Pope would consider stealing a joint from JJ. 

Kie and I were chilling on our surfboards after catching some waves, the boys decided to ditch the ocean after a while to go play some weird game. I could spot Avery and her obnoxious friends not too far from where the boys were and I was about to comment with Kie how I hoped she wouldn’t have the horrendous idea of joining us with her little group, but as if our twin telepathy (if that was actually a thing a shared with her) had kicked in, I saw her getting up from her spot and make her way to where the three guys played with each other. 

“I’m going to meet with my friends.”, Avery said after everyone was out of the van and then turned to John B, “Thanks for the lift. handsome.”

If I wasn’t so annoyed with my sister right now, I would’ve laughed at the boy’s face, who turned his attention to his surfboard on the vehicle’s roof to avoid hearing more from her. She winked at JJ on her way and I had to breathe deeply to control myself from going at her. I was reaching my limit of having her throwing herself at my friends, especially JJ, who discretely held my hand and squeezed it gently, as if telling me to shrug it off, convincing me with a smile and his usual flirty wink. 

“Is this our cue to go?”, Kie asked, apparently noticing Avery’s plan too. 

“Oh yeah, it is.”

Avery wasted no time in starting conversation with JJ, who was now clearly annoyed and honestly, I had no idea how she couldn’t see the negative effect she was having on him. How blind do you have to be to not see when someone doesn’t want you around? Did we really have to actually say it? 

“Avery, why aren’t you with your friends?”, I asked, as I put down my surfboard, a tad aggressively. 

“Just wanted to know if the boys were interested in joining us.”, she smiled that I want it, I got it smile of hers that, unluckily for her, didn’t work with the Pogues. 

“We’re good Avery, thank you.”, Kie answered, stepping closer to me in case I lost my shit, which was noticeable it wouldn’t take much longer for that to happen. 

“It was actually just the boys. Or,”, she pointed at JJ, “you know.”, and smirked. 

“Look, Avery,”, JJ started, “I appreciate the interest but I have a girlfriend.”

To say everyone was shocked, me included, was putting it lightly. Pope and Kie’s mouths were wide opened and John B looked confused, still processing what he just heard. I, on the other hand, smiled victoriously. I knew JJ probably wouldn’t say I was the girlfriend and I knew Avery wouldn’t really care about the existence of a girlfriend, but her momentaneously disappointed look made it worth it. She regained her confident composure and ran a hand through her hair, seductively. 

“Oh but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you hang out with me for a bit.”

“Oh no, she would mind, and I really don’t like seeing her upset, I love her too much for that so if you could, you know, keep your distance, that would be nice.”

I had to contain my laugh with a hand over my mouth. Nobody was expecting that coming from JJ. I was finding it amusing until I replayed what he just said. I love her too much for that. 

“Wait, what-”

“That’s cute.”, Avery interrupted me, answering bitterly, “Well your loss, pretty boy.”

“No, don’t think so.”

And with that, JJ’s hands grabbed my face and, next thing I knew, he was kissing me, right there, in front of my bitchy twin and our friends, who I swear I heard a gasp coming out of their mouths. 

“Hold on-”, Kie started but was immediately cutted off by John B.

“Shh, let it happen.”

I couldn’t help but smile through the kiss, happy that we didn’t have to hide it anymore, not even caring if we would be lectured by the Pogues later for breaking a rule. And also, and mainly, because he said he loved me. 

“Bye bitch.”, I assumed Avery went back to her friends by the way Kie spoke. 

“Ok, guys, you can stop now, I’m getting just as uncomfortable as when Avery’s around.”, Pope commented. 

We pulled away, smiling at each other like two idiots. 

“You love me, huh? Did I break the unbreakable JJ Maybank?”, my voice was low so the others wouldn’t hear. They actually walked away a bit, as if giving us some space to talk, but I knew they were dying to know what the hell was going on. 

“Yeah, you’re just that good.”, he winked. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I love you too.”

I could tell he was trying not to smile so widely but he wasn’t able to control it, which made me chuckle at how cute he looked. He pulled against him with his arms tightly around my waist, bringing his lips back to mine. A possible makeout session didn’t take off thanks to John B, who finally had enough. 

“Ok, I’m happy for you two and all that shit, but we need answers.”

“Yeah guys, what the hell?”, Kie added. 

I shrugged my shoulders and answered serenely.

“It… just happened.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Two months, Pope, two wonderful months.”, JJ answered while throwing an arm over my shoulders.

“Did you fuck on the van? Please tell me you didn’t fuck on the van.”

“We didn’t fuck on the van, JB.”

“They totally fucked on the van.”, Pope whispered. 

“Yeah we did.”

“JJ!”

“What? It’s true!”, he pointed to John B, “It’s not like you and Sarah never did it there either.”

“Ok, that’s it, I’m walking home.”, Kie threw her hands in the air. 

The rest of the day was amazing. I always wondered what it would be like to be a real relationship with JJ and now I could say it was the most heartwarming thing I’ve ever experienced. Yes, he had his moments where he was kind of hard to deal with, but overall, he was a really loving person and I loved every second I spent with him, and now I was over the moon to finally be able to have that whenever I wanted, no longer worrying about keeping everything a secret. I could love my boy all I wanted with no fear, even with the constant teasing and jokes coming from the Pogues, honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[mrsmaybank]

JJ Maybank x Reader

JJ and the reader are soulmates, lovers, dating, best friends.

TW: Language, Weed, Non-graphic sex scene. 

A/N: Haven’t written for JJ in a while. Hope you like!

“Are you high?” JJ asked me, grabbing my face, his tone afflicted with betrayal. 

JJ and I were notorious amongst our friends for bickering, specifically about my personal favorite plant, ganja ranja. 

I cupped his face so we were both holding each other by the cheeks. “Only off life.”

I opened my eyes wide to show just how white the whites of my eyes were. “See?”

“Good.” He said, laying his head down on my lap. “I was about to beat your ass.” 

“Fair.” I replied, and it really was. I’d be mad if he smoked without me too. “You want gum?” 

He nodded his head and opened his mouth in a smile. 

“Here ya go.” I spit my gum into his mouth and we both smiled in satisfaction when he caught it.

Pope flared his nostrils in disgust. “You guys are gross.” 

To anybody else, Pope was right. But for me and JJ? Shit man, that’s just the way it is. Classic JJ and y/n. Nothing gross about two friends sharing gum. 

JJ sat up and swung his arm around my sunburnt shoulders. He started in a fake serious tone, “We are trying to reduce waste, Pope.” 

I smiled in agreement, “Yeah man.” I looked around in search of my turtle-loving hippie girl friend. “Kie you proud?” 

“That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?” I heard John B. He was balancing on the roof of this construction site, a soon to be second home for some Kook. 

“I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival.” Pope said. 

“Jump John B! I’ll catch you.” I smirked. 

Pope and John B kept going at each other, Kie was back and rambling about turtles, but my mind tuned it all out. My focus was on JJ, on how the blue of his eyes matched the blue of the ocean. No words could do the beauty of that color justice. I kept staring at him, my haze only broken when I heard him say to John B, “Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one.”

“Whoa! Oh, shit.” John B’s beer hit the deck as he struggled to regain his balance.  

“Of course you did.” JJ shook his head. 

Pope laughed, “Smooth.” 

“A-plus.” I added. 

“Dumbass.” Kie agreed. 

“Hey! Hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up.” JJ said, leaning over the railing of the house. 

He grabbed my waist, and pulled me close, looking into my eyes. “Sup baby. You wanna get outta here?” 

I slapped him, “In your dreams!” We started to laugh and run the fuck out of the building at the same time. 

The guards shouted directions at each other and we just kept being our hilariously disrespectful selves. 

“Hey! Stop!” The guard almost begged.

“I got him!” Shouted a guard. I looked over my shoulder, and there was was JJ spinning his way out of a guards grip.

“Not much of a hugger!” He was free. Like always. He always managed.

I ran as fast as I could to the van, adrenaline fueling each leap. 

“Come here, you little pricks!” The guard yelled.

“Bus is leaving!” I heard John B shout from the drivers seat of the van.

“You're gonna give him a heart attack.” Kie said. 

“You're so close! You can do it. There you go. They don't pay you enough, bro.” JJ tossed him an empty beer can. 

“JJ, stop. Stop!” Kie reprimanded. 

“Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished.”  My blond friend retorted.

This was so Pogue cliche. 

The next couple days were a blur. I was high for a lot of it, so thats a contributor, but still. Total blur. John B almost had to go to foster care on the mainland, a whole ass nightmare. Now there was a hurricane?

Damn, nobody can catch a break around here.

I decided I’d have to stay at the Chateau with JJ and John B for the duration of the storm. I just couldn’t stay at my own house for the amount of time it would take to wait out the rain and possible flooding. Hell no.

The three of us really hit the dirt in the family department. But I think we handle the lack of parental figures pretty well. 

I sat on the couch and started grinding some bud. Weed is a great way to pass time.

Three minutes into actually rolling, the first one was looking quite beautiful if I do say so myself. It got hot, hotter then usual anyway, so I took off my big Led Zeppelin shirt, leaving me in a once-white now beige bikini top. 

I heard the door creak open and JJ walked in, a smile plastered on his stupid hot face. 

“That’s a fucking sight.” He muttered under his breath

“‘Scuse me?” I said, finishing up rolling the last of the bud. 

“I just-“ he took a deep breath, “So gorgeous.”

“Thanks JJ.” I said, doubting but secretly hoping the compliment was sincere.

“Not talking to you.” He sat down next to me and snatched a J from the tray, placing it in between his lips. He sparked and took the first hit.

After a couple coughs, he gave me a high smile. “Talking to this.” He pointed to the smoking cylinder in his other hand.

“No J for JJ!” I teased, carefully but swiftly stealing it back. I took a long hit, inhaling every ounce of smoke, and not noticing JJ scooting closer. Much closer.

His hands traveled to the loops of my denim shorts. “You don’t look bad, though.” He licked his lips, “There’s nothing better than seeing a girl who looks like you rolling up.” 

“This is nothing but lust and that’s why it works.” I reminded myself at the less then romantic comment.

Casual hook-ups between me and JJ weren’t anything new, but the crew could never know. “No pogue-on-pogue macking” is a rule. And besides, it's not like they meant anything, we just got bored. 

He took the joint from my mouth and took a hit before gently putting it out, hands going to the nape of my neck, as fingers tugged me closer.

Our lips finally met and I swear, I was on fire.

God, has he always been this good of a kisser?

“JJ, John B-” I did my best to stop him.

He kissed me again, “He’s surfing the surge with Pope.” 

I put my hands in his hair pulling as the kiss further intensified, “Without us?” 

He laid me down and hovered over me, “I’m having much more fun.” 

He started kissing and sucking on my neck, I let out small whimpers as I felt more of him on me.

“Fuck.” His breath hitched.  I laughed and tugged on his shirt.  

“What's playing?” He asked, taking off my shorts. 

“It’s called Florida Kilos. One of many masterpieces created by Lana Del Rey.” 

He brought the joint back to his mouth, lit it again and blew the smoke looking over his shoulder. He brought it to my lips, as I was ripping I could see him trying to listen to every lyric. This was one of my songs. JJ has good taste in music. 

I got on top of him, his hands immediately going to my waist. I dramatically flipped my hair and started to lip sync the song. I was totally messing around, but JJ seemed to like it, if you know what I mean. 

I danced on top of him, mouthing every lyric, “You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool.”

His eyes widened in delight and I tried not to smile. “White lines, pretty daddy, go skiing” My hands caressed the muscles in his arms, and now his chest. 

I cupped his face, “You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in.”

That was enough to light an accidental fire of passion. 

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I rolled off JJ breathing heavy, and similarly, he was practically panting. He placed his head on my bare chest, and I massaged his head as he drew circles with his fingers on my belly. That was different than anything we’d ever done. Not physically, but emotionally, yeah. That didn’t feel like a casual hook-up. It felt too right, in every way. 

I picked up the J in an attempt to get too high to think. It was practically done already, I got the last couple hits. 

“Let’s go to Miami one day. Get really high and dance.” 

I laughed, “Yeah.”  I got up to shower, grabbing my clothes. 

“Where you going?” he asked me, his eyes like a lost puppy. 

I shifted awkwardly, being stopped in my tracks, completely naked. “Shower.” 

“Alright.” as I walked towards the bathroom, I heard him put his shorts back on and head to the kitchen, probably for a beer. 

The hot water felt nice, I could feel the permanent salt in my hair slowly being washed away. I practically screamed as I heard the door open. 

“Fuck! JJ! Busy!” 

“Not like I haven’t seen that before.” He took a swig of his beer and put the toilet seat down, taking a seat. “Did that feel different?” He stared at the wall. 

I sighed relieved, at least I wasn’t crazy. “Yeah. Kinda.” 

He put his beer down on the sink counter, “Good, good.” He started to take off his shorts and I felt a knot form in my abdomen. “What..What’re you doing?” 

“Showering. You’re taking kinda long.” 

“JJ, I-” 

I stopped protesting when I felt him behind me. The water hit us both. I had never done anything out of the realm of casual hook-ups. This was so….intimate. 

His hands traveled to my waist, hugging me from behind. I felt him place soft kisses on my wet back. I just closed my eyes. 

“I feel you, pretty baby, feel me.” He recited from our new song. I smiled. His arms slipped away and I turned around. He was starting to shampoo his blonde hair. 

“What’re you doing?” I looked at him confused. 

“Washing my hair?” He smirked and put the bottle down. “What? Did you think I came in here to have sex with you?” 

“I-no, just-” 

“Oh alright.” He smiled again. What an ass. 

We got out together, sharing a towel. I gave it to him to cover up and put on a clean bikini bottom. Swimwear was always appropriate attire in the Outer Banks.  I wiped the steam from the mirror and stood in front of it. JJ got behind me, hugging me again, admiring how I looked, bare in his arms. “You’re so beautiful.” I smiled and enjoyed the sight of us together, before something caught my eye. A dark purple mark right on my neck. “JJ you idiot! How am I supposed to explain this Kie? Or John? Or Pope?” 

He just admired it, giggling. “Pope probably doesn’t even know what a hickey is. As for Kie, and Johhny B, just- make something up.” 

“Fine. Fuck, I left my shirt in my bag, outside.” 

“I’ll grab it.” He put his shorts back on and went. I sat on the sink and tried to think about what had just happened, JJ and I showered together! And had, meaningful sex? Fuck, man. 

JJ returned, eyes widening as he did. “What?” 

“You look so hot when you sit on a sink.” I laughed, it was so specific and random it made it funny. 

He grabbed my legs and lifted me up, spinning to push me on the wall. I could see his back and my legs wrapped around his waist in the mirror reflection. We heard the Chateau door open and John B shout. 

“JJ! Y/N!” 

Our eyes met in panic, “Gimme my shirt.”

He tossed me the shirt he brought, and it was NOT mine. 

“JJ! This isn’t mine!” 

He winced, “I wanted to see you in mine.” 

“Fuck JJ! Wet hair, coming out the bathroom, half naked, together, and this FUCKING THING.” I pointed to the dark hickey on my neck. “How’s that gonna look?” 

“J? Y/N?” 

We stumbled out of the bathroom, trying to look as casual as possible. 

“What….?” John B laughed, “Did you guys just shower together?” He gave a questioning, but surprisingly eager look. 

“What?” I replied. “Nope, no way. That’d be weird.” Unlike JJ, I was a pretty shitty liar.  

“Holy shit.” John B dropped his backpack. “You guys are totally fu-”

JJ rushed to his side, “I’m gonna stop you there buddy. You wanna beer?” 

“Yes, but this conversation is not over. We have all night to talk about you and Y/N.” JJ guided him to the kitchen and I just shyly smiled. 

We all sat back down on the couch and enjoyed Marley and a cold one. I made guac and we feasted on that and tortilla chips.

John B shifted uncomfortably, pulling something from his seat. My Led Zeppelin shirt. I winced and JJ looked away. 

“Did you guys bang on our couch?” John B cringed. 

“No, our friend Y/N, was just hot. Because……… it is very hot. So she took off her shirt. To cool herself down.” 

“JJ, you’re a very good liar. But you know who isn’t?” He smiled and slowly turned his head in my direction. “Y/N? Did you-”

I merely looked at him in disappointment and embarrassment. I didn’t want John B to be mad at me, he was like my brother.  JJ hit me the awkward smile. 

“Hey.” John B gave me a hug, “I’m not mad. That Pogue-on-pogue rule is stupid anyways.” I felt lucky to have John B as a friend. He always knew what to say. 

“You guys are sappy.” JJ laughed. “Let's spark!” 

We smoked about three joints the three of us, and let’s just say we were rocks we were so fucking stoned. 

The hours passed, and the storm had started to make landfall. John B went to his dad’s room and passed out. I felt for him always, from experience I can say losing your dad sucks. 

JJ had claimed John B’s bedroom forever, and we’d slept together there before, but I think we both sensed how this time might be different. 

I layed down first, tired and coming off a high. JJ came in, smoking another joint, passing it to me to take off his shirt and lay down. I took a couple hits and put it out. I was afraid it was going to be awkward, but JJ and I were too close for anything to be even remotely weird. 

I pulled him close, big spooning him and humming in his ear. He turned around and our eyes locked. 

“I don’t like seeing you with other guys.” I was a bit taken aback. “I never have. It just wasn’t my place to say before.” 

“And it is now?” I say smiling. 

“Well now you know how I feel.”

“Have you always felt like this?” I asked. 

“Not always. But for a while.” 

I caressed his face. “Took you way too long to admit it, pussy.” I kissed him sweetly. We could hear the storm destroying everything outside, but I don’t think either of us cared. 

[mrsmaybank]

JJ Maybank x Reader: You Taste Like Fruit Punch

JJ and the reader are in the honeymoon phase. How long will it last?

PART ONE HERE 

A/N: This was so fucking fun to write! I got some good reception on the last one so if everybody likes this one just as much, this will for sure be a series. Again, hope you like it!  TW: Language, ALMOST Smut, and Drinking That Sublime song here

Waking up next to JJ this morning, it felt like I was still dreaming. The sun shone in through the window warming my skin and making JJ’s golden hair shimmer. This feeling was so warm and strange. 

Peeking out the window to see how bad the Hurricane’s destruction had been, I got up and put on my own shirt and some shorts. John B was in the kitchen, watching as I got a beer from the fridge. 

“Beer for breakfast ah?” 

“Mhm..” I took a swig and asked him, “What’s the damage?” 

“Dunno, haven’t checked yet.” I could tell his mind was somewhere else, but I didn’t pry. 

“JJ get the fuck up!” You shouted to the other room. 

“Polio bro!” He shouted back.

John B shook his head and laughed. Mouthing “You like him!” I flipped him off as I started to walk back to the room. 

Sighing, I threw a pillow at his lazy ass. I stood right in front of him. “Yo, bum. Get your ass up.” 

“Or what?” He grumbled, then snaking his hands around my hips to pull me back into bed with him. 

“Asshole! I almost spilled my beer.”

“Beer?” he perked up, “I like the way you think girl.” 

“Endearing.” I giggled. “Get up and you can have your own.” 

“Mmm..I have a better idea.” He took my beer and took a sip before placing it on the nightstand. He got on top of me, kissing my neck as I whined. “Fuck me.” I said under my breath. He’d gotten his permission. This sneaky, horny, beautiful bitch. Taking off my shirt, he giggled. “Boobies!” I was in a fit of laughter. This boy was so boyish it hurt. 

He started to suck and kiss and lick and do all the things that made me want to stay in this moment forever. “God, JJ.” 

“You’re totally right,” he started sliding my shorts off, “I am god.” 

“You’re a cocky piece of shit is what you are.” 

He kissed down my stomach, “Only rightfully so.” Hooking his fingers onto my panties, he came back up to kiss my mouth one more time.

“I’m you-” He started. I put a finger up to his mouth, 

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” He shook his head, and I grabbed his face and kissed him harder. “Just fuck me already.” 

As our skin cooled down and our heavy breathes became lighter, I turned to JJ once more. 

“You mean it?” I asked.

His blue eyes burned into my soul. He snaked my hand around my neck to pull my face closer into his. “With every bone in my fucking body.” 

“Ask me then.” I crossed my arms. 

“Ask you what?” He said, feigning cluelessness. 

“Oh, alright fine,” I sighed, “Didn’t know you were such a pussy.” I scooted away. He looked away and licked his lips,  grabbed my hips and pulled me in so there was no space in between us. My breath hitched, and he said, “‘Sup, Y/N. I was wondering if ya wanted to go steady?” He smiled that stupid hot smile that made me want to slap and kiss him at the same time. 

“Ehh...I’ll think about it, Maybank.” 

“You bitch.” He said, beginning to assault my neck and stomach in tickles.

“JJ stop!” He laughed and didn’t. “Today,” I said in between hysterical giggles, “Is the day you fucking die!” 

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“Kie, try this.” I tossed the bottle to her as she situated on the HMS Pogue. 

She took a sip of the red liquid and gagged, “That’s fucking poison!” 

“Lemme see,” John B grabbed it from her and took a swig. “What the shit did you put in that?” He wiped his mouth, “Jesus christ.” I wasn’t amused. “What are you fucking eighth grade Kooks? It’s Hawaiian punch and vodka.” I took another sip, “And it’s fucking delicous.” 

JJ swung his arm around me, “I’m more of a beer guy, babe.” 

Kie smiled and Pope choked on his Gatorade, “Babe?” he let out. 

I nodded and JJ flicked Pope’s hat. “We’re dating now buddy.”

Kie clapped her hands and smiled, “I knew it, I knew it, I fucking knew it!” 

Pope still looked distraught, “What the hell d’you mean?”

“Come on Pope! It’s so obvious. They’ve liked each other for so long.”

“Guilty,” JJ said, squeezing my shoulder. Pope’s eyes just widened even more, 

“It all makes sense now. I was so oblivious. My whole life’s a lie.” 

“Pope relax,” JJ laughed, “We can still have sneaky links.” 

I grabbed Kiara’s hand, “You and me too.” 

JJ choked, and then lit up “Three--” 

Kie slapped him before I could say anything. “In your dreams JJ.” 

These moments right here are what make life worth living for. Racing through the marsh, the alcohol and the wind and the sun and the water and the Sublime song made me feel infinite. We came to a stop so we could all cool off in the water. I took off my shirt and grabbed Kie’s hand. “Come sing with meeee!” I said in my Pogue-cocktail induced drunkenness. 

“I don’t practice Santeria!” I yelled in her face as we danced. 

“I ain’t got no crystal ball!” She sang loud back at me. 

“I had a million dollars but I'd, I'd spend it all!” We sang together. 

It was a moment of friendship and freedom. 

“Woo!” Kie had jumped in.I shimmied off my shorts to join her, but before I did, JJ kissed me on my open mouth. Grabbing my waist he pulled me as close as he could and laughed, “You taste like fruit punch.” 

I replied with me singing Santeria one more time, “Daddy's gonna love one and all!” And I jumped in. 

[mrsmaybank]

Six Months - JJ x Reader Angst

Summary: After a huge fight, JJ and the reader break up. Six months later, they see each other again. 

Inspired by Born To Die by Lana Del Rey :) Listen while you read!!! 

Content: Angst

TW: Language, Angst

A/N: Kinda sucks, kinda long. Sorry :(

“JJ, I swear. Get the fuck out of my face.” 

This was your biggest fight with JJ ever. You were both stubborn, and hot-headed. Like two toxic versions of each other, and in the back of your head, you always knew this relationship was born to die. 

“Y/N fucking listen to me! You have to!” he shouted back at you.

You laughed sadistically, “That’s where your fucking wrong JJ. I do not have to listen to you! Nothing that comes out of your mouth can be trusted anyways.” You spat. 

He scoffed, “Why?”

You practically screamed. Was he seriously going to play dumb right now? “You lied to me, made me feel like shit, all so I could hear from Topper of all people, that you fired a round of shots at a Kegger at the fucking boneyard? Give me a fucking break JJ. What was going through your fucking head? Oh I know. Nothing. You don’t think before you act. And that-” You scoffed, “That’s fucking dangerous.” 

“Oh god, alright mom. This is the way I have to handle things.” He got up into your face and looked right into your eyes, “Some of us have real problems that need to be dealt with. It’s something you wouldn’t understand.”

You spoke before thinking, “I’m not your mom JJ.” You stepped away from him. “I actually give a shit about you.” 

His eyes immediately filled with rage, he ripped the necklace he’d gifted you from your neck. Throwing onto the floor before telling you coldly, “Get the fuck out of here.” 

Your eyes stung and tears flooded out, “You piece of shit.” 

You ran out of the Chateau hysterical. The pain was visceral, and hard to put into words. You hopped in your car and drove through the dark road fast, too fast. The street lights were blurred with tears as you raced out of The Cut. You never wanted to be on this side of the island again, a burning sensation that your parents and old friends were right. JJ wasn’t for you. He was a reckless and stupid piece of shit, and you couldn’t change that. You arrived at your house for the first time in days, your mother opening the door to see you in tears, with a look on your face she wouldn't forget. It was the look of heartbreak and remorse. She bit her tongue, not wanting to tell you, “I told you so.” 

You old-new friends didn’t give you that courtesy. The first time they saw you, their words were filled with fake pity and intentions of embarrassing you, with cruel jokes pointed at JJ just to see if they could get a rise out of you.

“How’d your mission trip to The Cut go?” 

“Is Pogue sex crazy?” 

“Did you feel like a Red Cross worker or something?” 

At first you’d defend The Cut, but slowly you just laughed. Your break-up with JJ made you want to be something completely different. You wanted to change everything JJ liked about you. And slowly, you did start forcing yourself to change. You shallowly enjoyed the luxuries you were privileged with, instead of shenanigans in the van, your weekends were filled with country clubs, coke and Kooks. It was all meaningless though, as time continued, your pain could no longer be numbed with a false new identity.

It had been 6 months, half a year exactly since you’d seen or talked to JJ. You had a few words with John B and Pope, but they were short and dull, them mostly being weirded out by you now that you weren’t with JJ. 

The only one who had made an effort to keep in contact was Kie, and today was her birthday party. No matter how fucked up things had ended with JJ, Kie was your friend, and not attending her party would make you a bad one. 

You showed up to the Boneyard, a keg already set up and reggae music blasting. It was mostly Pogues and Tourouns, barely any Kooks seeing as this was Kie’s party. You quickly said Hi to Kie when she split from the other pogues for a half a second. She gave you a warm hug and told you to have fun. She’d invited you out of courtesy. Not out of friendship. 

You sighed and decided your best option was to get absolutely fucking wasted.

Two hours later, you were on the hammock, beyond drunk. Your soul ached for JJ. All you wanted was his arms around you and his lips on yours. You wanted to tell him you loved him, and that you were sorry. That he was your world, and you were so wrong. But you couldn’t, you just couldn’t. 

Had JJ known you were at this party, he probably would’ve been a mess. The only person who was going through it worse than you, was him. He was heartbroken and angry with you, but he’d lost the love of his life, for what he thought was forever. He’d seen you while working on Figure Eight, happy with your Kook friends and lifestyle. He’d noticed how all his favorite things about you had seemed to change. He couldn’t help but feel like he was just a phase in your life. A phase that you were relieved to finally be done with. 

His coping mechanisms were Pogue-style sure, but similar. Partying, weed, meaningless hook-ups, but he didn’t have any methods to completely change who he was, even though he wanted to. 

Tonight, he had been macking on a blonde Kook named Cassie, who he thought had the potential to be the next Kook turned Pogue. He hadn’t realized, but he was trying to find your replacement, and it was not working at all. 

He led her towards the hammock, unbeknownst to him that you were sitting upright in it. Sobbing hysterically. 

When you saw him, his arm around the waist of Cassie, your soul left your body. You gasped for air and a sob left your mouth. He quickly pulled away from her instinctively. ‘Get away from me.” he told her. She just scoffed and walked away. 

You vomited, and passed out.  

You woke up on JJ’s chest, his hands gently caressing your forehead. You looked around, JJ not noticing you had woken up. You guys were in JJ’s room in the Chateau.  You felt his hands go into your hair, giving you light scratches on your scalp, just like you would do to him. 

You felt tears fill your eyes, mostly because you knew how much you missed this, and how much you would miss it tomorrow and the next day, and the next one. You twitched a little, and he peered over, his bloodshot eyes looking into yours. You twisted upwards looking directly at him. He’d been crying. He gulped hard, “Can we talk?” 

[mrsmaybank]

Midsummers But JJ x Reader -Everything

Content: Angst, Then Fluff, Then Smut, Then Fluff again. Kook!Reader

Summary: Misummers episode but make it JJ x Reader. 

T/W: Violence, Smut, Language, (Sexy) Use of the word slut, ignorant family

A/N: This is so fucking long (I’m sorry) but I like it! It’s a rollercoaster of emotions and its pretty packed. That being said, ty for reading at all lol. 

“Mom how could you even say that?” You gulped back tears and looked at your mother in both hurt and disgust. How could she be so insensitive, so cruel, and so nonchalant about the somebody you cared about so much. 

“I didn’t like you hanging out with those marina rats in the first place! It won’t be the last time one of your gross friends ends up in a jail cell. That boy is just like his father, a dirty degenerate.”

“Don’t say that!” you spat out at her, tears burning your eyes, “You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.” 

She slapped your face hard, you felt your cheek burn and blood start to pour out of the little skin breaks. You knew that it was wrong to word it like that, but you couldn’t contain it. JJ was the love of your life. And he was nothing like his father. 

“Watch your damn mouth girl. Get dressed, look pretty, and smile. If you could stop being selfish for one minute, you can enjoy tonight. It’s very important to your family.” she rushed out and slammed the door. 

Midsummers was not your thing obviously, but you usually didn’t mind it. Kie was there, and Pope too, and a couple hours in, you and Kie would sneak off to the Chateau to smoke with JJ and John B, your parents too busy drinking with their obnoxious friends to notice. You’d text them later, Went to Kie’s. The only friend they approved of, solely because she was “A good girl, just confused about her place in society” just like you. Your parents were judgmental and snobby and it disgusted you. They really thought they were better than your friends because they had money. Your mother especially, and she grew up on The Cut. It makes you want to vomit. You sat down at your vanity looking in the mirror and all the nice things around you. You started to sob, five miles from here, there were people with no power or water, working harder than you ever would have to, just to feed their families. And another couple miles away, was your boyfriend, and best friend, a boy who would die to protect you, walk through fire to make you happy, and took anything that came at him, was in a jail cell, taking the blame to protect another one of your friends' future. And here you were, in your million dollar home, in your beautiful room, getting ready to go to a fancy party with fancy people. 

“Fuck.” You wiped your tears. Your heart beats hard in anxiety. JJ had the survival instincts of a cockroach as Kie would say, he had a way with words and could talk his way out of tricky situations. That wasn’t what you were distressed about. You were ridden with fear about what his dad was gonna do to him. You started to hyperventilate. You felt disgusted by your privilege, disgusted with your family, and disgusted by everything around you. But there was nothing you could do. 

You’d spend the night nodding courtley in your white dress, faking a smile and politely introducing yourself to random rich people. 

“Why do you still look like that?” Your mother bursted into your room once again. “Get ready right now, or I swear to god, you’ll never see the light of day again.” 

You nodded and started to put make-up on and slipped on the white silk dress your mother bought for you. It was long and tight at the top, clinging to your body perfectly. As beautiful as you looked, your soul felt empty. 

Your eyes were red with tears, and your lips were puffy, you looked in the mirror. You definitely looked like you had tried to cover up sobbing, but you didn’t really care. You remembered a moment before you and JJ had even started dating. 

You and JJ were watching the sunrise on the beach, you on one of your runaway episodes, trying to escape the tight grip of your mother. You both knew you police were searching for you everywhere, and that as soon as you were inevitably found, you’d be in a heap of trouble, but somehow on that beach, in that moment there was nothing that mattered except the sound of the waves and the company of each other. 

JJ asked you a simple question, “How do you feel?” 

Your response was genuine, “I don’t know. Everything is wrong. Things aren’t okay at all, and yet somehow, I feel alright.” You looked at him with a smile, his blonde hair sparkling in the sunrise’s glow. You put your head on his lap and looked up at him. “It’s ‘cause of you J. You make me feel like everythings alright.” Tears started to stream down your face, “You’ve treated me with more kindness then anybody I’ve ever met.” 

He wiped your tears and just nodded, happy to hear that he made you feel like that. “Always.” he said. 

“I must look so stupid,” you said trying to clean your face.

 “No.” he said. “You look so pretty, even when you cry.” 

You got in the car, your mother lecturing you on what was expected of you tonight. “Be who you are. A well brought up girl, with a beautiful smile, and manners, and etiquette. You are not the pogue delinquent filth you glamorize.” 

Your older sister added “Now that you actually look like you belong in this family, try acting like it.” she said with a fake smile. Your brother just snickered and your father nodded in agreement. 

You tuned them out, knowing if you listened you wouldn’t be able to control your mouth and would wind up with another dull bruise on the side of your cheek. 

Finally you had arrived, and your family practically fled from your side instantly. You’d think mom would have me on a fucking leash after that. You thought. But no, as much as your mother yelled at you about what you should be, and how you should act, nothing was more important to her than climbing up the social ladder and socializing with the Outer Banks bourgeois. 

Your sister and brother sat down with their Kook friends, making sure you knew that you didn’t belong, and they certainly didn’t want you anywhere near them. They act like I want to sit with them. 

You spotted Kie and Pope by Heywards oyster table. 

“You look gorgeous.” Kie said, You smiled and thanked her. 

“Not as gorgeous as you.” You tried to return the compliment, but it came out gloomy and monotone. 

“What’s wrong?” Pope asked. 

“JJ.” your voice cracked and tears swelled at the thought of his current state. 

“The last thing JJ would want you to do, especially while you’re dressed like that, is worry about him.” your friends reassured you. 

The night went on, but your nerves were anything but calmed. Kie and Pope tried their best to try and cheer you up, but it was to no avail, and they themselves were worried about him too. 

You sat on the stairs towards the back of the club, drawing circles in the sand. The dull throbbing of your head was starting to bother you. You got up towards the festivities, walking over to the bar to ask for a ginger ale that could maybe cure your dehydration. 

You sipped slowly, other than the lingering sting of anxiety, your mind empty. That was until you heard a familiar voice. 

“Mr Dunleavy! I see you got your drink, that's wonderful. I’m actually gonna down that.” It was none other than your boy, JJ, in a typical JJ situation, being escorted out by security. 

“JJ!” you ran to him and he freed his arms from the securities hold to spin you around and kiss you on the lips. “My pretty princess.” You smiled. “This is my girlfriend.” JJ started to tell the guard, who just scoffed. 

You’d never been so happy to see somebody in your life. Your smile faded when you noticed the bruises and cuts on his face, you started to say something, but the guard shoved him and kept moving. 

“Hey! You can’t do that!” you started. “I’m a member of this club! And I.. I invited him!” 

Your sister stepped in, “No she didn’t,” she tried to reassure the party goers watching. 

JJ pushed the guard into a table and smiled at you, you instantly grabbed his hair pulling him into a passionate kiss. His hands went to your waist and he smiled into the kiss. “You look fucking amazing.” 

You smiled and adjusted his tie, “Spiffy.” He jokingly gagged. 

More of the crowd began to stare at the situation, and you saw your mother walking with the intentional enunciated walk ever, stomping her feet and flaring her nostrils. You pointed it out to JJ and you both laughed out loud. “Don’t move a muscle young lady!” she shouted at you. 

JJ grabbed your hand and you both started running to the exit of the club porch. “Mandatory power hour at Rickson’s Kie!” he pointed with his free hand at her. “You too Pope!” 

You quickly let go of JJ’s hand to grab Kie by the wrist, and he kept running. “Lets go!” You smiled excitedly. 

You saw out of the corner of your eye Pope taking off his stuffy apron. 

“Workers of the world unite! Throw off your chains!” You giggled at JJ’s antics, the rest of the party looking in horror. 

Your mother was still doing her best to chase you while still maintaining her poise, and it just made you laugh more. You and Kie ran hand in hand, Pope by Kie’s side to JJ and John B across the field, you only let go when JJ pulled you into a hug spinning around, putting you on his back right after. 

You both turned around to face the party, most of the guests turning their snobby noses up in disgust, and you both peaked Rafe at the same time.You flipped him off together and you saw your mother practically faint. 

The rest of the night was insane. John B’s revelation and then him falling from a fucking tower and all. So many things happened, and your brain was having trouble processing. When JJ    had finally gotten word that John B was going to be okay, the pair of you left the hospital and headed back to the Chateau. 

You sighed and laid down in the bed that was now known as JJ’s, taking a hit of JJ's juul.

He took off his shirt, and laid down next to you, snuggling into your chest. 

“Hey baby,” you put the juul in between his lips and he inhaled hard, as you played with his hair. 

 You tilted his jaw so you could get a good look at him, his precious face littered in bruises and cuts, and you knew why. His father. 

“Jay-” tears started to stream down your cheeks. “It’s so selfish of me to cry I-” 

“Hey,” he sat up to cup your face, “Hey. I’m fine. It’s nothin that hasn't happened before.” 

Perusal, your boyfriend was trying to put on a strong face to keep you from worrying, but you knew him all too well. In the sense that he wasn’t okay, but also that he didn’t wanna talk about it, he just wanted you to tell him how much you love him. 

“I love you baby. You’re my world. You know that right? You know how much I care about you?” 

He nodded and pulled you into a kiss, “Yeah baby?” He slid his hand up your thigh and leaned in closer to your ear, “You know what my first thought was when I saw you in that dress?” You gasped as his hand worked up your leg to begin rubbing your clothed clit. Wetness pooled almost instantly. “I wanted to rip it off and fuck the shit out of you right there.” That sentence was enough to make your pussy throb, and you gasped as JJ pushed your panties to the side, dipping his two fingers into you. 

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking wet.” You nuzzled your head into his neck and shoulder, biting down on his shirt to try and have some control over yourself. 

“Nuh uh,” he tsked. “Wanna see your pretty face. And hear all your pretty sounds.” His free hand positioning your face so you were looking right into his eyes. 

At that, you were a moaning mess. Right before your release, he quickly removed his fingers and showed you all of your stickiness in his hand, dripping to his palm and down to his wrists. 

With one hand, he grabbed your throat, the coldness of his rings sending shivers down your spine. The other pushed his sticky fingers into your mouth, and you began sucking hard, closing your eyes and pretending it was his cock. 

“Oh my god. You’re such a good girl baby.” 

You heard him sliding his shorts down, quickly letting go of you to lie you flat so he was hovering over your body. 

 He started pressing wet kisses on your neck, sucking hard to give you purple marks, so everybody knew you were his. “Your mine, you know that?” 

You nodded and shimmied your shirt off. “You know exactly what I want huh baby?” 

He massaged your boobs gently, worshipping your body. 

“JJ. Fuck me already.” 

“So needy.” 

He placed his hard cock right in front of your entrance, sliding up and down before slamming into you with no warning. 

“Oh fuck!” you screamed at the pressure of his dick against your walls. You could feel every vein and ridge, every throb. 

“Be a good fucking girl and take it.” He said in between grunts. 

You felt your clit rub against his skin every time he was fully inside. He grabbed your waist so every time he bottomed out he could slam back into you even harder.

He kept saying the most insane things in your ear, each word bringing you closer to coming. 

“Good fucking girl.”

“Let me hear how good I'm making you feel baby.” 

“You take it so well baby.” 

“Such a good little slut for me.”

“Fuck” he moaned slamming into you, impossibly harder. You clenched around him as he buried his dick into you.Thrusting without bottoming out, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Your walls began to converge, as JJ said, “Cum for me baby. Yeah, baby-“ he grunted loudly as you came on him, his sticky load began shooting into you, drenching your walls. 

“Jesus christ.” he said panting, flopping down next to you. “I love you.” 

“I love you too JJ.” You cuddled up to his chest, “More than anything.” 

He placed a quick kiss on your forehead and you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep. 

 Again, very sorry this was so long and if it sucked. 

[mrsmaybank]

Always Gonna Care - JJ x Reader Angst

Content: Angst and Fluff After Hehe :) 

Summary: Tiny blurb about JJ and the reader walking home from the Sheriff’s Department after hes taken into custody for fighting some Kooks. 

T/W: Mentions of Violence, Swearing 

“I don’t need a lecture right now.” JJ started. 

“Clearly, you fucking do!” 

“I was defending you. Everything that I just went through was for you.” 

“JJ?” Your eyes widened, “Are you serious right now? Nobody asked you to do that JJ! You lied to me about where you went! You need to stop acting like a fucking child. We can’t afford it.” You shouted. 

“Are you done yelling?” he said, brushing you off. 

“Look at yourself right now J. Where are we? What just happened?” 

He began to talk but you interrupted, “We are walking home in the rain from the fucking Sheriffs Department! You know where those Kooks your stupid ass just fought are? They’re dry in their soft beds, in their warm house. All the cuts and bruises you gave them? Sanitized and bandaged. Advils numbing all the pain you think you gave them.”

Your tone softened as tears started to stream down your face, JJ’s once aggravated expression transitioning into one of remorse and guilt. “And here I am, having to see my baby’s beautiful face all bruised. It hurts me to see you like this all the time. All I want to do is show you all the fucking love in the world J. You’re my fucking world. ” 

He hugged you tightly, tilting his head so your foreheads were touching. “I love you more then I can even explain.” He pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry I lied.” 

“Every punch you throw at them J, even the ones they deserve, they're gonna hit you with twice the force. And I’m not talking about physical, I’m talking legal, real-life shit. Shit that doesn’t go away. They’ll ruin your life J, and subsequently, mine.” 

“Thank you for caring.” 

You cupped his face so you could look at him in the eyes, “I’m always going to care. You’re my baby.” 

“Ah, no. You’re my baby.” You rolled your eyes, this boy couldn’t help but be Mr. Tough Guy. While he wanted to be the one protecting you, he was happy to know you were there for him when he needed. 

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